<strong><span class="bbc_u">Umara</span></strong><br/>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=560069 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=560069)<br/><br/><strong>Ons and Offs:</strong><br/>Ons: Succubi, Mind/Body Control, Illusions, clothing changes (Especially silky outfits), Erotic Dancing, Futa, F/F, Seduction, all night sex with time skips, multiple positions.<br/>Offs: Pregnancy, Bathroom stuff, Extreme pain/torture, overt focus on fluids.<br/><strong>Backstory:</strong><br/>For as long as Umara's been told, her family has had a history of crafting weapons for armies. Her father and her father's father and so forth were always called to bring the strongest weapons to armies, no matter who they were. Tyrants, heroes, and forgotten names have all received weapons from Umara's family. When her father gave birth to a daughter, they were disappointed, but still taught their trade to her. But Umara knew this life was not the one for her. She wanted to show the new technology of guns could revolutionize the world, maybe even put an end to warfare. But something else bugged Umara in her travels. Everyone always approached her family's name with slight hushed whispers and glances away. Did it have to do with her strange eyes or hair color? Or that time she accidentally placed her hand into a pyre and wasn't hurt? She wasn't sure...Something was odd, and she wanted to find out, all while carving her own path.<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/gj8v03k.jpg)