The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets
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				Title: <strong>The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>23-12-2020, 05:00:44</strong>
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				Please post your approved character sheets here. <br><br>Interest Thread: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328010.0<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[b]Name[/b]:<br>[b]Species[/b]:<br>[b]Age[/b]:<br>[b]Gender[/b]:<br>[b]Sexuality[/b]:<br>[b]Staff or Guest[/b]:<br>[b]Appearance[/b]:<br>[b]Physical Description[/b]: if alters from chosen face claim<br>[b]Personality[/b]:<br>[b]Background[/b]:<br>[b]Ons/Offs[/b]:<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>23-12-2020, 05:02:04</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Name</strong>: Spade<br><strong>Species</strong>: Unidentified Magic-User<br><strong>Age</strong>: Unknown<br><strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Heterosexual<br><strong>Staff or Guest</strong>: Owner &amp; Bartender<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: <br><br>(https://64.media.tumblr.com/591f36f3c218069a0bee5284223ab8be/tumblr_mgpbyumLgF1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)<br><br>(https://pm1.narvii.com/6900/dc501eda1fb52f0ce133d6a2acf25b15bf1a881cr1-400-465v2_hq.jpg)<br><br><strong>Physical Description</strong>: Spade tends to smile more than the character in the image, and he has vivid green eyes that seem to flicker with flecks of silver and gold.<br><br><strong>Personality</strong>: A calm and cheery individual, Spade is known to be both friendly and forward. He is never afraid to state what is on his mind and enjoys giving advice to those who need it, thus why he spends most of his time behind the counter of his Inn’s bar. He will protect those that he considers his friends until the end, and the same policy usually applies to his guests unless they refuse to adhere to his rules. Though chatty, he is reluctant to share information about himself, so his origins and true nature are an enigma even to the most talented mind-readers and fortune-tellers.<br><br><strong>Background</strong>: Even Spade’s most loyal followers aren’t too sure how he came to be or where he came from. Some say he’s a god who grew weary of his divine duties, while others say he’s an ancient demon who embraced a peaceful lifestyle. Considering everything in the Green Lion Inn is enchanted to his liking, one cannot question that his magical potential is immense, and he has stated on several occasions that he’s not a pacifist and will use violence if needed. No one knows where the Inn is located exactly, or how Spade started it up, but there have been myths and stories about this magical place embedded into conversations and legends across multiple timelines and universes. Angels, demons, deities, witches, shapeshifters, even aliens hold the Inn in high regard and show its mysterious silver-haired owner nothing but the utmost respect, some doing so strictly out of fear because they are unaware of what he’s truly capable of. <br><br><strong>Ons/Offs</strong>: https://elliquiy.com/forums/onsoffs.php?u=58925</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>23-12-2020, 14:40:25</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jehanne <br><strong>Species</strong>: Human...?<br><strong>Age</strong>: ???<br><strong>Gender</strong>: F<br><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Omni<br><strong>Staff or Guest</strong>: Guest<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Tall, wiry, and broad-shouldered, she looks to be around thirty. There's nothing remarkable to be seen about her, except for her gold-flecked violet eyes- and the obsidian Nodachi at her back. From nape of neck to tailbone she is tattooed with small blood-red hashmarks, and they're starting to crawl down her shoulders and thighs, as well. Both her ears are multi-pierced and threaded with silver chain strung with fine charms; those who know her more intimately know her nipples are likewise linked and adorned.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Face/Body Claim</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/da/7f/3e/da7f3eae8e456358ea1d060d5f7a2675.jpg)</div></div><br><br><strong>Personality</strong>: Generally sociable, though prone to fits of bleakness and attacks of temper, especially when she's drunk a bit too much- which is often.&nbsp; She's never drawn on anyone in the Inn, but she alternates between being admired for her ribald jokes and endless collection of stories and reviled for the sharp edge of her tongue.<br><br><strong>Background</strong>:&nbsp; It's a fine question: who is the actual carrier of the curse, the woman or the sword? If she ever had a childhood, it's long gone, washed away by an ocean of blood and buried beneath the faces of the slain.&nbsp; Jehanne remembers only two states: war, and the brief periods of peace at the Green Lion. Every time she passes out through the door, she knows it's to step onto a new battlefield, face a new champion. Triumph or, some times, die.<br><br>Either way, in time she walks back in through the front door of the Lion, more weary and with a new clutch of tales, if anyone wants to hear them. If she was the victor, she knows there will be another small red mark on her skin, though she stopped counting them slightly less than forever ago.<br><br>If she died...well, whoever killed her will be waiting for her when she steps outside again. So she drinks, and carouses, and delays, until the <em>geas</em> grows too strong to ignore.<br><br><strong>Ons/Offs</strong>: Jeh' is actually pretty vanilla, though she's not averse at all to getting a bit rough in the furs, and is by no means monamorous. A parade of pretty playmates is one way she staves off the terror of her existence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>24-12-2020, 01:13:37</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Araxis<br><strong>Species</strong>: Ice Dragon<br><strong>Age</strong>: 61<br><strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Heterosexual<br><strong>Staff or Guest</strong>: Guest<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Human</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/AraxisBlue.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">True Form</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/310cffff-e634-4de6-b97b-c007a2c2a5b8/d1ylfmk-af06611c-0fba-43d9-9908-28603bb0dc16.jpg/v1/fill/w_742,h_555,q_75,strp/blue_dragon_by_benwootten_d1ylfmk-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD01NTUiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC8zMTBjZmZmZi1lNjM0LTRkZTYtYjk3Yi1jMDA3YTJjMmE1YjhcL2QxeWxmbWstYWYwNjYxMWMtMGZiYS00M2Q5LTk5MDgtMjg2MDNiYjBkYzE2LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD03NDIifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.Yy1DLLFYAqL6-z19mew9WMuRvr37DkOnQIHDmb6xF3A)</div></div><br><strong>Physical Description</strong>: In human form, Araxis appears to be wearing clothes of a dark blue leather and bone (an outfit he grows as part of his transformation that wears away after a day or so).&nbsp; While he doesn't have most of his sheer strength in human form, and can't breathe ice, he's still far more powerful than the average human male.<br><br>In his true form, he's about the size of a three story house when standing up at proper height (as in the picture).<br><strong>Personality</strong>: Like most dragons, Araxis is confident to the point of arrogance, and doesn't always have an easy time taking lesser beings (pretty much any non-dragons in his estimation, though gods might qualify) seriously, or seeing them as equals.&nbsp; Even so, he's rich, a decent tipper, and delights in going after adventurers with far more money than they have a right to own.<br><strong>Background</strong>: At double-digits in age, Araxis still qualifies as quite young for a dragon, but intellect and a natural curiosity have given him an edge where normal dragons fail.&nbsp; Far too many have no interest in humanoids at all and prefer to hoard their gold, but Araxis is far more interested in acquisitions of a wider nature, understanding what he claims.&nbsp; Women in particular have proven a tantalizing experience; he's come to understand that he can't simply own one, but delights in enjoying them.<br><strong>Ons/Offs</strong>: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=102977.0
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>24-12-2020, 07:47:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ae/2f/6d/ae2f6d0603d7b990d1ed192cde717ba2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Alucielle ‘Lucy’ Alwell<br><strong>Species</strong>: Nephilim (Result of forbidden mating between angel and mortal)<br><strong>Age</strong>: 21<br><strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Heterosexual<br><strong>Staff or Guest</strong>: Staff, lounge singer<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: See photo<br><strong>Physical Description</strong>: Alucielle stands at 5 feet and 4 inches in height and weighs approximately 125 lbs. She sports a 40D breast size and a lovely softly rounded backside, essentially, curves in all the right places.<br><strong>Personality</strong>:Sweet/Kind/Intelligent/Compassionate/Resourceful/Artistic/Loving/Romantic/Dreamer/Protective/Lonely/Understanding/Patient/<br>Naive/Stubborn/Courageous/Feisty/Adorable/Cute/Feminine<br><br>Alucielle has a very sweet and gentle disposition, she’s a little bit bashful around people she’s only just met, but she opens up nicely once the ice has been broken. She is probably among the most loving and compassionate people you could meet… she believes in trying to see the good in everyone instead of just immediately writing them off. <br>On the other side of the coin, this does lead to her a tiny bit on the naive side… as sometimes, even if you want to find good, there might not be any… you cannot squeeze water from a stone after all.<br><br>She’s quite lonely, having had to isolate herself up to this point for her own safety, she longs to be wanted and accepted, viewed as something much more than just an ‘abomination’ or a ‘crime against the laws of heaven’. She craves to be truly seen and embraced for all that she is.<br><br>When she does make bonds, Alucielle is very fiercely protective, she won’t hesitate to use the divine powers sleeping inside her to protect those close to her. <br><strong>Background</strong>: Alucielle doesn’t know all the details about her origins. Her mother, Liliana, is a retired opera starlet and her father… well, her father is the Archangel of Music, Sandalphon… though she is forbidden to speak of it to anyone… primarily for her own safety, her mother always feared angels would discover what she and Sandalphon had done and come to kill the ‘abomination’ the two of them had created when they broke heavens laws and lay together.<br><br>Her mother refuses to talk about how she and Sandalphon’s romance started, but only tells her that they really did love each other… but their love was forbidden… and she was only human… Sandalphon was an angel, he was eternal… their worlds just couldn’t permanently mesh together.<br><br>When Liliana discovered she was pregnant, apparently Sandalphon gifted her a pendant for their child to wear, one that will mask her energy from heaven until she is properly able to control and cloak it herself. He also left behind a name he desired to give his daughter, Alucielle, an angelic name... as he felt she deserved.<br><br>Sandalphon requested that Alucielle be told he loves her and it is for her, that he must stay away.<br><br>Life was lonely for Alucielle, she never felt like she really belonged among normal humans… it just felt like something was missing, like she was lying to herself and to them. She wanted to just be who and what she was and just be accepted for it. Was that so much to ask for?<br><br>Her true dream was to sing, she never felt so free and happy as she did when she was singing… but her mother insisted it was too dangerous to sing in public… especially when small miracles tended to happen around Alucielle when she sang. It was bound to get noticed.<br><br>When her mother passed away from cancer when Alucielle was eighteen, choking loneliness descended to drown the young nephilim… she had never felt so alone before, abandoned in a world that would reject her if they knew the truth about her, perhaps some might even try to kill her, while others might wish to experiment on her… after all, who could resist the allure of finding out for sure the existence of heaven and hell? She would be like a treasure trove to those people.<br><br>As it all began to feel hopeless… a man came to her at her mediocre fast food job as she was just ending her shift… this mysterious Shade, he offered Alucielle a new start, a place to go where she would truly belong and she wouldn’t have to hide herself ever again… he told her she was far too rare and special to be squirreled away in such obscurity as she was…<br><br>One might be skeptical at hearing such things from a stranger, but she could see in his eyes somehow that he was telling her the truth… she just knew he wasn’t lying… she really could leave behind all this hiding and loneliness for a place she would be accepted and truly able to belong…<br><br>She didn’t require much convincing before she placed her hand in his and nodded eagerly to leave with him to The Green Lion Pub.<br><strong>Ons/Offs</strong>:<br>Pretty much same as Writers (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=138981.0[/URL)<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Voice Claim:Rebecca Caine</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yuzvetbFks</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>24-12-2020, 08:05:24</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Tatiana the Patissier<br><strong>Species</strong>: Witch<br><strong>Age</strong>: Unknown&nbsp; (approximately 690)<br><strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Heterosexual <br><strong>Staff or Guest</strong>: Staff -Pastry-Chef <br><strong>Appearance</strong>:<br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a0/80/30/a080300b1b319b9a1ccbd922a6feffe1.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/77/4b/13/774b13bf99add5f8f4381ae436e3cb3b.jpg)</div><strong>Physical Description</strong>: Pentagram birthmark on her upper left breast.<br><strong>Personality</strong>: Eccentric outgoing personality is what the witch known as Tatiana the Patissier.&nbsp; Tatiana is known to pour her love into each of her creations.&nbsp; &nbsp;In a literal sense her essence is the secret to her pastries.&nbsp; &nbsp;At times, she can seem quite scatter brained.&nbsp; As she is a constant flux of creating new delights for the patrons to enjoy at the inn.&nbsp; Yet she is brilliant in creating variations of pastries.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Background</strong>: Magic is how she creates her pastries.&nbsp; &nbsp;Each pastry creation as aforementioned in her personality holds a bit of her essences.&nbsp; Of course the essence of herself that she invests in each creation is a secret.&nbsp; &nbsp; Here are some of her creations.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Bull's Long Johns - are said to give male limitless prowess in maintain a erection twice the size.&nbsp; No effects on females. </li><li>Nymph's Sweet Roll - invokes a incessant arousal that cannot be quenched for hours with females.</li><li>Succubus/Incubus Crescent delights - these pecan cookies melt in one's mouth.&nbsp; Giving either sex a attracting pheromone. </li><li>Pan's Bender Strudel -&nbsp; this treat changes one sex for one hour.</li><li>Siren's alluring chocolate pudding - this treat imbues one with seductive tongue.</li><li>Cupid's brownies - when one takes a bite of one of these, they will fall in love with the first person they see.&nbsp; And for the next hour will believe that person is their hearts' desire. </li></ul>Those are just some of Tatiana creations.&nbsp; &nbsp;She has many more to create for patrons and staff alike to enjoy the decadent pleasures that they bring.&nbsp; Where she comes from and what she truly is unknown to others.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is a witch,&nbsp; a human who has bargain for magical powers long ago.&nbsp; <br><br>Patissier means pastry chef.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Ons/Offs</strong>: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=6659.0<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>24-12-2020, 19:42:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/75/25/7f/75257fed5934b9f5d934aa5e683bc555.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:Akihiro Sato<br><strong>Species</strong>:Vampire<br><strong>Age</strong>: 176. Looks early twenties.<br><strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Heterosexual<br><strong>Staff or Guest</strong>: Staff, host (Male company for female clientele)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: See photo.<br><strong>Physical Description</strong>: Akihiro stands at 5 feet and 9 inches in height and weighs approximately 150 lbs, his sleek physique consists primarily of pure toned muscle.<br><strong>Personality</strong>: Akihiro has a very seductive and charismatic personality with a silver tongue, you almost can’t tell if he isn’t trying to flirt with you and it’s often extremely difficult to dismiss him when he does… he’s a damn devilishly charming scoundrel and he knows it only all too well.<br><br>Beneath his coolness and charm, Akihiro also has a potential to be very dangerous… he’s not the type of vampire you might read about in some silly teen novel, he enjoys being a vampire and has no issues about feeding on human beings. He won’t kill though, not on purpose anyway, unless he is made to for one reason or another… or, if he just doesn’t like you.<br><br>He has a tendency to be a little bit on the arrogant side, but he tends to balance that out a bit with a deep intellect and sparkling conversation… plus, most women will admit, he’s very, very nice to look at. So, that helps a little.<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Background</strong>:<br><br>Akihiro immigrated to America with his family back in the mid 1800s, his father was a wealthy traveling silk merchant and wished to broaden his business ventures to other lands.<br><br>Akihiro was not dazzled by the silk trade, he longed for adventure… even if the pampered and spoiled young man had absolutely no idea what it meant to be away from all the safety and comforts that came with staying by his father’s side.<br><br>One evening, Akiro snuck away from the elegant home his father was renting for them, his pack filled with money pilfered from his father’s treasury box, expectations filling of grand and glorious adventure filling his head as he hit the road… but real life… is nothing like it is in a story book…<br><br>A roaming band of thieves happened upon Akihiro one night, drawn to the glow of his campfire… they robbed him and beat him badly, leaving the young man bleeding and barely breathing on the cold ground…<br><br>Once they were gone… Akihiro, felt a shadow fall over him, he thoughts perhaps the thieves had come back to finish him off after all or perhaps it was a Shinigami come to escort him to the underworld…<br><br>He’d deserve it honestly… he’d been so foolish… so arrogant… he’d actually deluded himself into thinking that just because he had money, that he was untouchable… as if that applied in the real world…<br><br>However… it was the silken voice of a female he heard… purring into his ear and she crawled on hands and knees into the dimming glow of the dying fire…<br><br>“You poor beautiful boy…” She whispered softly, a soft hand coming up to stroke his dirty bloodied cheek “You are much too beautiful to be left here to be eaten by wolves… I can offer you a choice, sweet thing… you can end your mortal coil here and descend into the underworld… or I can give you a new life, a life in the darkness… a powerful child of the night… a predator to be feared… you will feast upon the blood of men and live young and strong, for all eternity… you will be stronger, faster, you will be more than any mortal man could ever hope to be in a thousand lifetimes… what say you?”<br><br>Akihiro forced his eyelids to lift and see the woman making such dark promises… she was beautiful… impossibly beautiful… and the moment he locked eyes with hers… he found it nigh impossible to refuse her…<br><br>Not to mention… death did frighten him… he wasn’t ready to die yet… he wasn’t ready… he didn’t want to die!<br><br>Weakly, Akihiro nodded… tears filled his eyes… what she proposed… he knew she meant for him to become a kyuuketsuki… or vampire, as the English speakers called the creature… he would become a monster…<br><br>However… power… power that would be entirely his own… he wanted that… he never wanted to be weak ever again…<br><br>Seeing the resolve enter Akihiro’s eyes, the woman grinned and lunged her face into Akihiro’s neck…<br><br>When he woke up, he was laying beneath the shade provided by thick treetops… the woman gone… and he was hungry… so very hungry…<br><br>For the next 151 years, Akihiro practiced and honed his abilities, frequenting classy bars and clubs to feed… however, it was getting a little bit inconvenient having to try and avoid vampire hunters lurking in the same locations, hoping to bait one of his kind…<br><br>One evening, Akihiro wasn’t so lucky… he was trying to entice this sweet young eighteen year old hottie at a club… unaware she was being used a bait for a group of hunters…<br><br>They pursued Akihiro out of the club… they managed to wound him, but he did manage to escape to go and lick his wounds at the Green Lion Pub.<br><br>It was then that Spade, the owner of the pub… offered Akihiro a tantalizing proposal… he works at the Inn to entice female clientele to have a good time and keep coming back… and he has a permanent place to stay. Plus, all the necks he desires, granted that he is given permission from the ‘donor’.<br><br>Tired of roughing it out and about and having to dodge hunters all the time… Akihiro decides that least for now, it sounds like a nice and relaxing change of pace.<br><br><strong>Ons/Offs</strong>:<br><br>Yes~ oral (giving and receiving), missionary position, being ridden, the sounds a woman makes in the grips of pleasure, hearing his name called out in ecstasy as he brings a lady to climax, a woman’s legs eagerly locking around his waist, shower/bathtub sex, lingerie, getting a woman so hot and bothered that she begs for his cock.<br>No~ Butt stuff (giving or receiving), Anything that belongs in a toilet, humiliation, most extreme kinks, threesomes that involve two men and foul language in bed not posed in a playful and non-serious manner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>30-12-2020, 05:52:04</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>:Luna<br><strong>Species</strong>: Genie<br><strong>Age</strong>: 4292<br><strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Pansexual<br><strong>Staff or Guest</strong>: Staff - Bartender<br><strong>Appearance</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Artist img</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/8932fa02-b339-4e8c-99d6-115e7cd29415/d5c1ego-773ccc69-08df-4ffc-af7d-766abe13bc7a.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvODkzMmZhMDItYjMzOS00ZThjLTk5ZDYtMTE1ZTdjZDI5NDE1XC9kNWMxZWdvLTc3M2NjYzY5LTA4ZGYtNGZmYy1hZjdkLTc2NmFiZTEzYmM3YS5qcGcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.JKxe7n7fN3QfWDtuZKmP3NKBCFXguq_uGLoxRjyMZ_w)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Face Claim</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://img.thrfun.com/img/190/523/blue_hair_x2.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Physical Description</strong>: Luna has a &nbsp;tribal (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/87/27/14/8727147cd4e48980662f0e279d2607a9.jpg) tattoo wrapping around her right upper arm. She has several piercings in each ear as well as lip and nose. Although a free Genie systems to wear harem pants, bralett tops similar to Genie's in service.<br><strong>Personality</strong>: After decades of servitude to every man/woman/alien and everything in between Luna is a no bullshit straight talker. She is extremely protective at the staff at the inn and won't hesitate to use force if someone gets too hands on. Extremely loyal to Shade, Luna acts as his eyes and ears whenever he is away and she also helps keep the magical subility within the inn. Spending so long granting wishes has given the Genie a unique gift, no matter who comes to her bar she will be able to instinctively tell what drink they need. Luna is also a hopeless romantic and now she is free she dreams of meeting a partner.<br><strong>Background</strong>: All Genie are born into service, no one knows their real origins&nbsp; let alone the genie themselves. They are simply thought shaped into being and gifted with huge power. With power comes service and the wishes three. Luna was in service of a beautiful ring that had passed through many great and powerful people of many world's. While the ring had traveled far and wide over mountain and through ocean, Luna herself remained stuck unseeing in within the ring until called for. <br><br>Most masters of the ring wished for money or power. After several centuries of passing from master to master the dream of freedom and romance died. Then her ring fell into the hands of an antique seller and sat unused for many a year in his cabinet. It was here Spade found her. Something of a collector of antiques he also recognised a magical signature to the item.<br><br>Once the ring was purchased he took the ring and twisted it upon his finger. Spade didnt ask for power, he didnt ask for money instead he gave the genie the very thing she had long given up on. Her freedom and he then offered her a job with him and that's where Luna has stayed till this day.<br><strong>Ons/Offs</strong>: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272641.0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272641.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>30-12-2020, 21:14:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/201230/7697bc19b67d3b7cebef412bf6bdd5dd.png)</div><br><div align="center"><div class="floatright">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt0sukSsTb1qdhqxho1_1280.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/10/89/79/1089792ab1837203274a917a04260c1a.jpg)(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/370664/646full-autumn-reeser.jpg)<br>(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkO0Bkn9Cns/TVC7dDJrwpI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9LyzFeKcT94/s1600/phoenix-l.jpg)(https://64.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li50kbTPqs1qaur32o1_1280.jpg)</div></div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name</strong>: Cleo</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Species</strong>: Phoenix</span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Pyrokinesis</strong> - Cleo can create and manipulate fire at will.<br>When in phoenix form, she is composed entirely of living, burning flames.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Regeneration</strong> - When Cleo is injured or killed, she can use her phoenix form to heal and regenerate. She has lived many lifetimes.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Flight</strong> - While in her phoenix form, Cleo can fly. She can manipulate the size of her flames, body and wings to fly at different speeds.</span></li></ul><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Age</strong>: Immortal (Appears 30 Years Old)<br><strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Bisexual<br><strong>Staff or Guest</strong>: Guest<br><br><strong>Appearance</strong>: In her human form, Cleo is a charming, beautiful, hazel-eyed brunette.<br>She stands 5 foot 6 Inches, and is approximately 118 pounds. However, at any given time, Cleo can change into a long-tailed, fire bird, with a flaming beak and talons. This phoenix form can very dramatically in size, depending on Cleo's fire power or mood.<br><br><strong>Physical Description</strong>: See Face Claim (Autumn Reeser)<br><br><strong>Personality</strong>:</span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Energetic</strong> - Cleo is spunky, rather than spicy. She adores new experiences.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Optimistic</strong> - Cleo believes in goodness, often to a fault or risk of heartbreak.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Affectionate</strong> - Cleo forms bonds easily and cares about others, even from afar.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Whimsical</strong> - Cleo is an immortal, magical creature. She is alluring and awkward.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Compulsive</strong> - Even powerful fire birds like to nest! If Cleo is bored, nervous or horny she will often collect, steal or rearrange things to calm herself down.</span></li></ul><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Background</strong>: <em>Legend</em> has it that Phoenixes, long-lived birds who are birthed from the Sun, are beacons of renewal and hope. Over centuries, they have been tasked with watching over mortals, both in and out of combat. Phoenix travel alone, and often far distances, to return to where they are <em>most needed</em>. Most are temperamental, passionate lovers, and should never be underestimated.<br><br>Cleo is some, but not all, of these tall tales. Less explosive, more curious and charming, Cleo longs to know someone up close, and not just from afar. A lot awkward, and a little wayward, Cleo arrived at the Green Loin Pub in a bit of a <em>blaze</em>. At the moment, it is unclear if something called, or chased her, to the peculiar inn's doors. <br><br><strong>Ons</strong>: Cleo is very into physical touch and quality time. Also oral, teasing, dirty talk, masturbation, massages, foreplay, and marathon sex.<br><strong>Offs</strong>: The usual suspects. Cleo isn't into being chocked, slandered or raped. Otherwise, she's pretty open! Just PM me first to discuss.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xywel</strong> on <strong>04-01-2021, 20:01:43</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Devon Mevenner<br><br><strong>Species</strong>: Human (Magically Enhanced, Library-Bound)<br><br><strong>Age</strong>: 203 (Early 30s physically)<br><br><strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br><br><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Heterosexual<br><br><strong>Staff or Guest</strong>: Guest<br><br><strong>Appearance</strong>: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Imagine Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cricketfeet.com/keith/gaming/dnd/darkforum/blademage01.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Physical Description</strong>: Tall and almost always robed in a mixture of brown and black cloth, Devon has a well-trained and maintained body. Not muscular with bulging muscled, but lean and quick. <br>His eyes sparkle with mirth often, betraying his kind nature and good sense of humour. For some reason, he’s quite proud of his beard, styling it in different ways and often using magic to instantly change its style on the fly. <br><br><strong>Powers:</strong><ul class="bbc_list"><li><em>General Mastery over Magic:</em> Devon long years as a mage have left him with a wide arsenal of magic. Although this arsenal is not as powerful of that of more mythical entities, it is supprisingly versative. Teleporting short distances, calling down lightning and limited healing are a couple of the tricks up his sleeve.</li><li><em>The Library:</em> The source of the majority of his power and his immortality, Devon is fused with an ancient place simply called 'The Library'. Formerly a place, it is now an entity, Devon himself the direct conduit and personality for it. The Library hold records of many things, not only the written word. Sounds, smells, moving images and even feelings are stored as well, allowing Devon to call upon a nearly limitless amount of information. This information always appears as an ephemeral book in his hands. This allows him to replicate things inside the Library perfectly and use them as he sees fit. Illusions, movies and other such things are at his fingertips at will. Devon himself can also add to the Library when he sees something new. This only takes him a single thought. However, despite the vast power of the Library, using it to hurt anyone is neigh impossible. No summoning fireballs for him directly from the Library. However, information about how to summon fireballs devinately exists within the endless shelves of that place.</li><li><em>Library Space:</em> Although Devon can call the contents of the Library to him, he can also step into the Library by way of a portal. This way, he can allow other creatures to enter it as well. Within this space, Devon knows exactly what's going on and has quite a bit of influence over things within.</li></ul><br><strong>Personality</strong>: Wise yet grounded, Devon isn’t your typical bookwormish Archmage. Sure, he can often be found reading some good literature, but in his humble opinion, some experiences can only be found in the field. <br>Partly due to this, Devon is quite social and has a healthy dose of humour. Sometimes his ego does get the better of him though, mostly when he’s showing off his magic tricks when he really shouldn’t. <br>But all-in-all, he’s a good kind-hearted person. Really one of the few mages people would enjoy sharing a good drink with. But piss him off... and the world around you will go haywire as he unleashed ancient magic upon you. Not killing, of course. That'd be a bit too severe. <br><em>Personality keywords:</em> <strong>Humorous, Gentle, Intelligent, Wise,</strong> <strong>Large ego, Thoughts can wander off sometimes.</strong><br><br><strong>Background</strong>: Slightly more than two centuries ago, Devon was born into a minor noble’s family. His life was… rather unremarkable actually. Lived a good life with a loving family until his 20th birthday, after which he went off to study magic. Immediately, he noticed that many of his colleagues had a penchant for the dramatic, almost bragging about the family they lost and the dark pasts they had. Which only caused Devon to roll his eyes. <br><br>Over the next decades, Devon honed his craft, setting out on countless journeys. On one such journey, he and his companions came across an ancient library, holding knowledge and treasure from far-off worlds. A normal wizard might have spent his time there and died of thirst and hunger, but Devon was always the more practical sort. Finding multiple sources of power within the library, he had an idea. With a massive expenditure of his magic and the magical batteries within the library, he created a small pocket dimension for the library. <br>Little did he know that this connected him to said library, allowing him to step in and out of it at will, as well as multiply his natural lifespan by dozens of times. <br>Ever since then, Devon has used this newfound power and practical immortality to wander the many worlds, adding to the library as he goes. <br><br>However, there’s one thing missing. He doesn’t have anyone to share these wonders with. Slowly but surely, his goals shifted ever so slightly, the archmage now keeping an eye out on a potential partner. Race, origin, it doesn’t matter to him. Why should it? Demon, monster or human, if she was kind and beautiful, his eyes would be pulled towards her. <br><br>And so he arrived at the Tavern, stepping through one of his portals…<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Ons/Offs</strong>: See Signature for detailed Ons/Offs.<br><em>Ons:</em> Creative sex with magic or/and supernatural women (Getting tails/wings involved for example). Multiple climaxes. Both partners ending up totally exhausted and crazed after a good night, Romantic sex. Aftercare. Kissing/Caressing/Loving stuff.<br><em>Offs:</em> Anal in any way, gore, vore, bathroom stuff, the usual.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>12-01-2021, 20:42:06</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Mary Tempo&nbsp; (Asherah)<br><strong>Species</strong>: Goddess<br><strong>Age</strong>: Immortal, from the beginning of mankind developing sentient thought.<br><strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br><strong>Sexuality</strong>:&nbsp; Pansexual<br><strong>Staff or Guest</strong>:&nbsp; Guest,&nbsp; Seeking sanctuary <br><strong>Appearance</strong>:&nbsp; <br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/17/6f/79/176f7990a3b47a52601c59af97896b53.jpg)</div><strong>Physical Description</strong>: The goddess appears to be Persian/Middle Eastern descent.&nbsp; Right now she is current 7 months pregnant, in her third trimester when she shows up at the inn.<br><strong>Personality</strong>: Motherly, yet she is the ultimate definition of a MILF.&nbsp; Very open and sexual being.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of course being a fertility goddess she does not shy from such, especially when it comes to coitus and other such erotic play.&nbsp; <br><strong>Background</strong>: She is the mother of hundreds of gods and goddesses of many pantheons.&nbsp; &nbsp;The name she goes by Asherah is the name the Canaanites gave her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Akkadian writings by the name of Ašratu, and in Hittite as Aserdu or Asertu.&nbsp; Egyptian goddess Qetesh a fertility goddess of sacred ecstasy and sexual pleasure. Even the Greeks worshipped her at one time. Or ackowledged the was a goddess and mother of other gods and goddesses.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through the Greeks believed her to be a titan for she was known to them as Rhea.&nbsp; In the mortal realm she took the name of Mary Tempo.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The truth through is she most aligns herself with in her known history she is the mother of Gods Baal and others of the Canaanites.&nbsp; &nbsp;Less than eight months ago she had escaped her youngest sons' prison where&nbsp; he has kept her.&nbsp; &nbsp;See that younger son who she called Yahweh.&nbsp; &nbsp;Who turned on them all and one by one imprisoned his brothers and sisters and finally his mother.&nbsp; For over two thousand years she had been imprisoned.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Yahweh did not use his name now.&nbsp; &nbsp;She learned that upon her escape.&nbsp; &nbsp;He is simply known as God.&nbsp; &nbsp;She hid from him,&nbsp; took a mortal name.&nbsp; In that first month of freedom she got herself a job.&nbsp; &nbsp;Where she danced at a inn called the 'Eager Beaver'.&nbsp; &nbsp;She made sure not to use her godly powers.&nbsp; &nbsp;So Yahweh would not realize she had escaped.&nbsp; &nbsp; Now for over two thousand years while imprisoned she had no sex,&nbsp; her dam son Yahweh had outfitted her with a contraption called a chasity belt.&nbsp; &nbsp;She got Lucifer Morningstar to break the enchantment and once she shed the chasity belt she was able to escape.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Because of such she lasted only a month before she found release,&nbsp; with a trucker.&nbsp; &nbsp;That is a human male that drives a large metal beast.&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh, and humans&nbsp; now lived life fast-paced.&nbsp; As if they were trying to shed two thousand years of sexual frustration.&nbsp; The goddess would get herself laid.&nbsp; Finding coitus with the mortal.&nbsp; &nbsp;Like mortals in the past,&nbsp; he wanted to put a substance like a sheep bladder over his cock.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which it isn't, the trucker said its latex.&nbsp; Calling it a condom, she is a goddess and no way she is cheated out of the delightful experience of him filling her with his seed.&nbsp; &nbsp;So took the condom out of his hand and threw it away.&nbsp; &nbsp;After all she didn't need it.&nbsp; It has been over two thousand years since being pregnant.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well it took that one time, and she got pregnant.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not&nbsp; a good thing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not as the baby the little demigod or demigoddess&nbsp; Yahweh would catch her when he sensed his new half sibling growing in her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>And over the next seven months.&nbsp; &nbsp;She has managed to stay a step ahead of the arch angels sent to bring her back.&nbsp; &nbsp;But now entering her third trimester.&nbsp; &nbsp;She needs a place she can have her child.&nbsp; &nbsp;She may have found it.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she plans to go to the Green Lion and find refuge for sanctuary at the inn with&nbsp; Spade.<br><br>The question remains with Asherah.&nbsp; &nbsp;With over two thousand years.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a portfolio of being highly sexual eroticism and extremely fertile.&nbsp; &nbsp;Has the goddess gone mad.&nbsp; Is it all imagine that Yahweh has the Arch Angels hunting her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or has he forgotten his mother and former consort.&nbsp; So the mother of other gods and goddess who has been consort to many arrives.&nbsp; With showing having entered into her third trimester, carrying a demigod.&nbsp; With no skills other than being a stripper and well performing anything sexual, most of all coitus. Why is this important,&nbsp; well she has no ability to pay.&nbsp; &nbsp;It's not like she can snap her fingers and create gold.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her followers did not give her such abilities.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is a consort, aka a concubine.&nbsp; That is very fertile eye candy.&nbsp; &nbsp;That even her children that become adults that had become her lovers,&nbsp; she is viewed as their sidekick paramour.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>Ons/Offs</strong>: If I am suppose to have a off.&nbsp; Not really, just one no underage.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>17-01-2021, 23:06:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/42/8a/0e/428a0ecdfa8ae1593d606fdd5e88fb77.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Malleus Draconia (Chosen name, real name unknown even to him)<br><strong>Species</strong>: Unseelie fey<br><strong>Age</strong>: He doesn’t know, but he’s been around a very, very long time, seen many kingdoms and empires rise and fall.<br><strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Heterosexual<br><strong>Staff or Guest</strong>: Guest<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: See photos<br><strong>Physical Description</strong>:<br>Malleus stands at five feet and ten inches in height, his form is very trim and slender, but his body is firm nonetheless with toned muscle. His figure is what many would call elegant or aristocratic, the sort of individuals artists salivate over the opportunity to paint.<br><strong>Personality</strong>: Malleus has a very refined and princely demeanor, he is very elegant and graceful with impeccably good manners, he is usually fairly calm and soft spoken, very poised and ever mindful of the way he presents himself. <br><br>He is deeply intelligent and can be engrossed for extremely long periods of time when meeting an individual he may have a genuinely intelligent conversation with.<br><br>However… on the rare and difficult to achieve occasion that Malleus does loose his temper, stand back, get down on your knees and plead for forgiveness… before the dark fey’s eyes narrow, glowing a bright neon green and he erases you from existence with but a wave of his exquisitely manicured hand…<br><br><br><strong>Background</strong>:<br>He doesn’t remember his origins.<br><br>All Malleus knows is that he has wandered the shadows of the world for thousands of years, searching for any clues about himself and his mysterious past… however, it seems either he has been forsaken and no one in the magical community is talking… or there is no one left that remembers him anymore…<br><br>Finally, he is tired of wandering, tired of being alone, tired of wallowing in misery and failure… he just wants to relax and perhaps, finally make some bonds and connections… what better place to begin putting down some kind of roots than a lovely inn he’d heard about catering to the supernatural and magical community… a place called the Green Lion Inn… run by a mysterious magical chap by the name of Spade.<br><br><strong>Ons/Offs</strong>:<br><br>Regular on’s~ fine tea, an elegant table laden with delicate and light finger foods, white or rose wine, just about any book he can get his hands on, flowers (roses especially), light and airy desserts, exquisitely prepared salads, animals, old souls, fine music, moonlight walks through lovely flower gardens, compliments (secretly loves being told he’s pretty), ballroom dancing (preferably a slow and elegant waltz), a picnic beneath a big bright full moon and laying on soft fluffy grass with another person and looking for constellations amid a sea of stars.<br><br>Sexy on’s~ oral (giving and receiving), being on top (though he’ll allow his lady to ride him every now and then), toying with a female until she begs for his cock, women that are ladies in the street and let him fuck them between the sheets so hard their asses bounce off the bed, delicately holding his bed partner’s throat while he fucks her and making her look him in the eyes the whole time as she climaxes, lush breasts big enough to fill his whole hand, playful dirty talk and virgins (he’s very turned on by being a lady’s first).<br><br>Regular off’s~ Crude people with no manners, men speaking to ladies with disrespect, greasy food, hard booze, Iron, imitation china and crystal, cheap tea, animal haters, rude comments about his horns, people so promiscuous they might as well be the village bicycle and red meat.<br><br>Sexy off’s~ Anything that should be in a toilet, M/M, excessive abuse, most extreme kinks, S&amp;M, being asked to be submissive and threesomes (he doesn’t share).<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Extra images</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/b2/cf/f1/b2cff19d89816678304ac8f10cefb2d2.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/55/c7/bf/55c7bfa57a62b01c09c7bccf22354bf0.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/31/78/bd/3178bde88c1abf5ea79013db41147f68.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>18-01-2021, 06:02:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5272643/600full-darya-lebedeva.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Róis Órfhlaith Coburn<br><strong>Species</strong>: Brownie<br><strong>Age</strong>: 212<br><strong>Gender</strong>: female<br><strong>Sexuality</strong>: heterosexual (bi curious)<br><strong>Staff or Guest</strong>: Staff<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Appearance</strong><br><br>(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5607014/600full-darya-lebedeva.jpg)(https://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/6190580/1118full-darya-lebedeva.jpg)<br>(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5713090/643full-darya-lebedeva.jpg)(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5713026/403full-darya-lebedeva.jpg)<br>(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/4740626/671full-darya-lebedeva.jpg)(https://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/4566061/1118full-darya-lebedeva.jpg)<br>(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/4429688/739full-darya-lebedeva.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/67/07/62/670762fa7d44603d825f479f46228606.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>Physical Description</strong></div><br><strong>Hair: </strong>Red in long layers that have a soft wave to them and falls down just past her shoulders. <br><strong>Eyes:</strong>Emerald green<br><strong>Height:</strong>5' 2'' <br><strong>Physical Description:</strong> Diana has what one may call a delicate frame, she has been compare to seemingly like an elf or that of a fay. She knows that some may not appeal to her thinner frame and long legs, her style tends to be a bit unique. Her body is slim and lean, delicate features and fragile frame. Her soft female curves alluring enough to draw the eye, her breasts just big enough to fill a strong hand and full hips perfect for birthing. She is perfect example of feminine nature, truly designed to be the creation of beauty and one of a kind.&nbsp; Her green eyes large, warm and inviting. Her hands delicate and well trained. The only thing that seems to tarnish her perfect completion is the small crescent shaped scar on the back of her right shoulder. <br><br><strong>Distinguishing Features:</strong> When angry Róis show the traits of her darker side, the draw and family blood line she has received from her mother. The woman turned into a boggart just before Róis was born. So when she get pushed to being angry her eyes grow darker, her ears become slightly pointed, her nails become sharp as claws, and even her skin takes on a paler tone. No doubt there would be more changes if she were to fully change. <br><br><strong>Character Model:</strong><br>Darya Lebedeva<br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Power(s):</strong></div>Lady luck: Brownies have always been known to bring luck to the homes they serve. Though the luck Róis brings to a place can be greatly influenced by her emotional state. Positive emotions tend to bring forth good luck, while negative emotions tend bring forth bad luck. <br><br>Desires/fears: Róis has the ability to read what someone wants most when she is in a positive mood, but when her mood shifts it tends to be only to be their fears that she can read. <br><br>Teleportation: Brownies can teleport from one place to another. But it is limited to being used for a service they are providing. IE Delivering something to a location, getting there to pick up something, clean.....it has to be for 'work'<br><br><div align="center"><strong>Strengths:</strong></div>Finding: She knows where to get just about anything it seems. A long line of brownies serving this house or that family has led to a extensive network of connections. There really isn't anything she can't find, human items are the easiest things to get their hands on. But that doesn't mean Róis cant get what any fae needs, her gift to find what one needs has come in handy with most anyone she has worked for. Now the price that some of these things comes at may or may be far to much for those she serves to afford. And by cost she normally does not mean money, due to her age and a rather saffy business sense Róis has managed to collect a wonderful little nest egg. <br><br>Multi-skilled: Róis seems to have a great deal of useful skills that she uses in her work. Cooking, cleaning, tinkering or fixing, patching, sewing, cobbling, painting, and several other small tricks of the brownie trade that she has gathered over the years. <br><br>Stealth: Róis has a talent for not being seen until she wants to be, living in the locations she works at Róis needs to remain out of the way to appear when she is needed again. <br><br>Language: Due to her never knowing who she could end up working for, Róis has learned a great many languages. Not all of them human, some of the fae have very strange ways of communicating indeed. <br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Weaknesses:</strong> </div>Physical: Róis is like any other browine, shorter with a petite frame, and has the normal strength level of a human her size, in fact beyond a fae's longevity and healthy body she is on par with a human. <br><br>Combat: Róis isn't a fighter, sure she can sneak about when need be but would do better to avoid most any combat situation as she is simply not built for it or had any extensive training for it. <br><br>Risk of change: Due to her mother becoming a boggart(it is rare but a truly wronged Brownie can become this) while she was still pregnant with Róis she risks doing so herself when pulled to far into the negative emotions. If she were to fully change there would be no going back, no more helping and a need to feed on the fear of others that would most likely be uncontrollable when first changing.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>Personality</strong>:</div><br>Observant: Róis has always been very observant, noticing the things most didn't, or catching onto things a bit faster. Subtle tells, random hints or clues, making sure each detail was just right. Perhaps its a browine thing, or maybe just one of silly quirks. <br><br>Understanding: Due to the nature of her job Róis has seen and worked for a great many different fae. You see and come in contact with a lot in the strange life a Browine chooses, Róis has learned to readily except most anything for what it is. All fae are different, feed on different things, strive for different things and live in different ways<br><br>Fun-loving: Róis for the most part has a bright spirit that enjoys life, it isn't strange to see her busting a move while cleaning, or jumping right into a game of some sort. <br><br>Hardworking:you wont find a harder worker the Róis as long as you have good standing with her. Though if you don't well all that hard work goes to making you live hell...so its best to stay on her good side. <br><br>Confidential: Róis has worked for a wide range of Fae, all of which have their secrets. Róis refuses to share secrets she find or is given unless allowed to(or somehow forced) as she believes secrets are for those that keep them and only they should really be sharing them. <br><br>Obedient: Róis as most browines when kept happy will do most anything their chosen "employer" asks them to do. Though one should never take her for granted, it never ends well when you mistreat a Browine. <br><br>Vindictive: NEVER...and we do me NEVER piss off a Brownie specially this browine her strange heritage can make for a very bad set of events for who ever her anger is set towards. But believe me you'll know because Róis in never one to hide her displeasure. <br><br><div align="center"><strong>Background</strong>:</div>Róis an interesting and rather strange brownie has a story that starts before she was even born. Now most don't know this but a Boggart was once a Brownie, but had been hurt or wrong in such a way that it scared their souls or so some of the stories go. That certain something wronged them so much that it shifted something inside the usually helpful beings and turns them into something darker, a being that feeds on fear and enjoys the screams of panic. It’s rare for sure, it’s why you hardly ever see a Boggart (their mostly just stories now), granted if you did you probably didn't live long enough or retain enough of her mind to really speak of it afterward. Now the reason I'm explaining this is because this very shift or change happened with Róis mother. Only it happened when she was with child, little Róis hadn't even been born yet and already she knew the taste of fear. <br><br>Róis has no idea what happened to change her mother so drastically, or what really happened to her after she was born. The small child was taken to her father and siblings to be raised as any good little brownie should, though the differences within her would always be apparent to those that knew her. She was unlike any other brownie, always pushing boundaries and talking about having her own life. But every day her father and siblings would tell her what she should be doing instead. They curbed her strange gifts to their way of life and forever said she had to be what all brownies were...workers, helpers, crafters, anything the house they served require. She tried to say it was more like being a servant, but they soon showed her that if wronged they would not take it lightly. Some of her brothers were more extreme than others when it came to retribution. Róis believes that punishment should fit the transgression, though if you wake up with a house full of shit well...then that is your fault. <br><br>Róis had to learn to control not only her gifts but her emotions as well, her mother’s influence seeming to affect her more than her father had first thought possible. Thankfully as the years past Róis seemed to take to her role as good, and sometimes better than any brownie her father had seen. The bright spirit, and skilled hands reminded them all of her mother, granted that in some ways worried them, especially when it came time to choose a side. <br><br>What none of them knew was Róis had heard of what happened to her mother, and had been trying to find out why she had turned and most of all why she had tossed her away. But that require her to venture further and further into the dark fae's territory for answers. Her father found out and begged her to stop searching, that she would never find an answer that would make her feel better about it all. But as Róis stood there debating her choice she couldn't help but think of her mother. They all missed her, but no one would tell her why or what happened. Feeling torn in two, all her life she had been with the light fae and they treated her well. But the only way to find the answers she wanted (and quite possibly the freedom), the answers she needed to understand the strange differences within her was to join the dark. So the young fae made the only choice she thought possible, and chose neither side. It was dangerous and her father was so disappointed in her, to this day he still ask if she has come to her senses. <br><br>The following years were hard, working back and forth over the lines drawn between the fae. Some hated her for it and spent a great deal of time trying to punish her for it. But they soon found that this was not the brownie you wanted to cross. She may not have had much combat skill, but you didn't need that when you had the skills to make someone’s life hell, especially when you could read what they wanted or feared most. Granted not all of her encounters ended so well. Róis one worked for a dark fae that left her scared in more ways they one, though surprisingly no one has seen him since she left his employment. Róis refuses to speak of it; in fact she does not share any secrets she has learned throughout her years. After all why should she share hers when her own family wouldn't tell her the truth?<br><br>Eventually by sheer chance Róis chose to begin caring for the Green Lion Pub, the patrons and its owner. Be it because it keeps her busy, because Spade had helped her when she seemed to need it, or maybe it is that middle ground she has been searching for. Who knows, and Spade hasn't tried to argue with the young Brownie (which is probably a good thing) so that is where she has remained for several years now.<br><div align="center"><strong>Ons/Offs</strong>: </div>my on/offs (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22100.msg859410#msg859410) They pretty much match Róis though she is a curious brownie so she may be open to some playful ideas. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>26-01-2021, 06:19:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/8681887/820full-doukissa-nomikou.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"> Cassandra</span><br><br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Cassandra<br><strong>Species</strong>: Human<br><strong>Age</strong>: 3,200, plus or minus a few. <br><strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Lesbian, polyamorous if needed but often prefers monogamy.<br><strong>Staff or Guest</strong>: Guest<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Looks mid 20's, a fairly standard human female. Blonde, short and slender, at only five feet tall and a few pounds over 100. No tattoos, and just the basic earlobe piercings. Heterochromia, blue and green. <br><br><strong>Personality</strong>:Weary. Cassandra has been all over the world, seen most of what humanity has to offer, and was impressed by very little of it. Not much has changed in her 3,000 years of life span. The world spins on, and she gets ever so slightly more cynical and dispirited every century.<br><br>She is reasonably intelligent and wise, and likes to give out good advice, despite the fact that it never ends well.<br><br>A dark joke is funnier than a socially acceptable one. After all, aren't we all dark jokes to the gods? Despite it all, at her core, Cassandra is a kind and even loving, if she approves of someone.<br><br><strong>Background</strong>: Cassandra was born sometime around 1100 BC. There are various mythological accountings of her life in that era, but three facts are indisputable.<br><br>She was at the Trojan War, and none of her various deaths seem to last, somehow. She claims to be married to the actual, literal Apollo, God of the Sun. She wandered the world for centuries, trying to find answers to her various conditions. There were none to be found.<br><br>Something called her to the Green Lion, and she considers one place pretty much as good as another. At least in a refuge for the strange and unusual, she wouldn't be the oddest thing around. And most places she tried to settle in tended to end up not going well... Fire and death type of not going well. Perhaps the pub, tucked away from everything, would be small and protected enough to survive.<br><br><br><strong>SKILLS &amp; POWERS:</strong> <br>+ - Prophecy. Cassandra can see the future. It's sometimes murky and endlessly shifting around, and remarkably less useful than anyone ever thinks, but she can do it.<br><br>Few people tend to believe her, even if and when she sees something useful.<br><br><br>+ - Immortal. Blessed (or more likely cursed) by the God of the Sun himself (Allegedly. It's all mistranslated myths anyway.), every time Cassandra dies, she is revived, healthy and whole, exactly as fresh as the day she received the barbed gift. This sounds good on the surface, but three thousand years is a long time to live. And she has absolutely no guarantee that death will ever find her.<br><br>+ Cassandra's tears. Almost as many myths and rumors about her tears exist as about the woman herself. They are reputed to have all sorts of properties, ranging from the factual to the absolutely absurd.<br><br>They are claimed to be healing, (true, somewhat.) To give people who ingest them limited foresight or telepathy, (possibly, occasionally true, for all the good it gives people...) To cause flight or night vision (What? Not at all.) Or even to let vampires walk in the sun. (.....shrug?)<br><br>It has of course been a very very long time since she's shed a single tear.<br><br>+Linguistics. She's fluent in a remarkable number of languages, mostly because she watched them evolve. <br><br><strong>Ons:</strong> Books, travel, beautiful women, books, dominant women, books, a quiet life.<br><br>( Pretty much anything on the writers on list, possibly even more if negotiated.)<br><strong>Offs:</strong> Her age, being immortal, pushy men, sometimes men in general, how fast mortals fade, being single.<br><br>The usual limits of no scars, trauma, death, vomit, gore, rape.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>himawari</strong> on <strong>01-02-2021, 13:41:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/018/633/196/large/lee-gh-lee-gh-screenshot083-copy.jpg?1560138125)</div> <div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7b/18/b2/7b18b2bb6ed01233420edaad3b5f0109.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name</strong>: Caoimhe Ó Ceanndubháin<br><br><strong>Species</strong>: Elementalist Fae (Dark Element Manipulation)<br><br><strong>Age</strong>: 2000<br><br><strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br><br><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Hetrosexual (Bi-Curious)<br><br><strong>Staff or Guest</strong>: Staff - Barmaid.<br><br><strong>Physical Description</strong>: Hair as black as a raven, eyes as bright as emeralds. Petite with a small slender frame. Two scars on her back where her wings once were.<br><br><strong>Personality</strong>: Meek in spirit. Soft spoken. Gentle at heart.&nbsp; Calm in times of adversity. Her emotions has to be controlled as they are connected to her elemental powers. </div><br><br><strong>Background</strong>: Caoimhe (kee-va) was the youngest born to a family of seven other sisters. Her father was an abusive warlock who had locked her fae mother for centuries for his sick experimental pleasures. Her mother died after having her.&nbsp; Her other sisters were all of other elements like light, fire, water, earth, wind, storm and ice. One might think that the fire element was the hardest to control but no, with her dark element it was even harder to manipulate and control. When she was just a mere toddler, just one tantrum could destroy an entire building. Thus, her sisters were made to give in to her every whims. They hated her for that. To add to their jealously and hatred, they held the grudge that she was the one that killed her mother and their father favoured her the most (mostly due to her powers). <br><br>As a child, her father taught her dark magic and made her do unspeakable things to people. She could not remember much but she knew whenever she turned her head back, there were black fire and cries of despair. Throughout her life she only knew death, darkness and pain. The more the pain, her darkness grew. Her powers became stronger and stronger so much so as much of a flick of a finger, she could snap someone's neck (if she willed it). She was her father's pride and joy (much to her sisters disgust).<br><br><em>Banrigh a ’bhàis</em>. Mortals called her. Queen of death. She was one that left bodies trailing behind her. All until she fell in love with a mortal. He was not afraid of her. He was in fact intrigued by her. Not like her father who used her for her powers, not disgusted with her like her sister were. He just found her beautiful. He made her see who she really was. Past the darkness and way into the light of the real Caoimhe. For&nbsp; five years, she was his and he was hers. It was a romance like no other. Until the warlock found out of their love affair (through her sisters) and killed him. "Love makes one weak" he told her.<br><br>She exploded with pain and agony of the lost of her beloved. The earth shook, the walls trembled and black energies engulfed the entire warlock's castle. Surrounding trees caught on fire with black flames. The entire home of the warlock, together with her sisters were reduced to nothing but black soot and dust within minutes. She never wanted anything but love and when she had it, they took it away from her. She was broken. Angrily with her magic she ripped her beautiful wings off her back. Her screams could be heard for miles and miles ahead. <br><br>When she awoke, she found herself bandaged up and on a bed. The owner of the Green Lion Pub/inn told her that she was brought in by an anonymous person and he had paid the inn in full to take care of her. She had stayed there ever since. Once fully healed, she decided to work for the tavern as a barmaid. She serves drinks to weary travelers and company them to hear their wonderful stories of the worlds and their adventures. She enjoys her job and works hard, forgetting her dark past she had left behind.<br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Theme Song:</strong> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O11UcwRctAE (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O11UcwRctAE)<br><br><strong>Ons/Offs</strong>: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=179978.0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=179978.0)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mythril</strong> on <strong>07-08-2021, 22:21:23</strong>
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				<br><br><br>Name: Aric<br>Species: Human, kind of. Descended from a father from Amber and a mother from the Courts of Chaos<br>Age: Around 80<br>Gender: Male<br>Sexuality: Straight, but in a non-Euclidean way, or maybe not. It's a long story.<br>Staff or Guest: Guest<br>Appearance: Looks mid 20's, athletically built male, looks human for all intents and purposes. Black hair, green eyes. Stands five feet, ten inches tall, and is slender. Very graceful in his movements.<br><br>Personality: Decent enough, but filled with a hatred that bubbles out at times. Fortunately, that hatred is reserved for some of the members of his family. To everyone else, he is generally kind, decent, and generous. He brooks no foolishness and is incredibly aggressive when threatened.<br><br>He is studious and will think nothing of taking a year to plan something that others would simply ad-lib. However, based on his age and apparent age, he has the time. He frequently keeps his thoughts to himself, but those thoughts are in constant motion. He seems like he is hiding something, even when he is being open.<br><br>Background: If you ask him, he will tell you that he was born in House Sawall, in the Courts of Chaos. His mother was smitten with Prince Caine of Amber. Aric didn't know for a long time that Caine had murdered Lady Sawall and stole Aric with the idea of raising him as his own son. Caine was serving Eric at the time, and Eric eventually became King of Amber. Caine was no fool and assumed that Eric would probably be killed by one party or another and he decided that Aric would be a great heir for Caine, after Caine took the throne, or at least until Caine could find another son to fill the job. <br><br>Caine was ruthless and cruel to Aric, but taught him how to fight, how to survive, and when to run, which Aric will gratefully acknowledge. Aric discovered that Caine killed his mother, and that changed everything. Aric fled Amber and sought out those who would destroy Amber and kill Caine. He was more concerned with the latter than the former. He was nearly killed at the end of the Patternfall War, by his father, whom he dueled. Aric had thought Caine to be dead.<br><br>Aric escaped and later hooked up with a cousin named Rinaldo, who was the son of Caine's foe Brand. Brand had been slain at the end of the Patternfall War. Aric helped set Caine up, and Rinaldo shot Caine dead. Aric once had nine daggers his mother's people had given to him. One for each of the Princes of Amber. Aric threw the one for Brand into the Abyss, where Brand had fallen. He left the one for Eric in Amber, where his uncles would find it. The last one he no longer carries was left on his father's body. Now he only has six of the emerald-set daggers.<br><br>He recently was involved in a power grab in a far-off Shadow where he was trying to find information about his Uncle Bleys. He was attacked by a deadly assassin, whom he barely managed to kill, but was badly wounded in the attempt. Aric needs time to get his thoughts together, plan a strategy going forward, and get rid of the other six daggers, hopefully by leaving them on the bodies of his uncles.<br><br><br>SKILLS &amp; POWERS:<br><br>Physical. He is strong enough to throw a motorcycle or a horse. This is because of his non-human heritage. He can fight or otherwise exert himself for a long time, and is deadly with blades and any other weapon he gets his hands on. Mentally, he can defend himself from some attacks, but it is not his forte. With his healing ability, he is not quite immortal, but unless slain by violence, which is almost certain to happen, he should live several thousand years.<br><br>Pattern. He has walked the Pattern of Amber and can move between worlds, among other things.<br><br>Shapeshifting. As a scion of the Courts of Chaos, he can shapeshift, which he has become very good at, for reasons he does not often discuss.<br><br>Skills. He is a trained assassin, with all that entails.<br><br>Ons: Knowledge, planning, drinking, eating, the company of women, occasionally a good fight.<br><br>Offs: Being hunted, his father's family, men who mistreat women, the fact that he has to be fundamentally dishonest.<br><br>Others in O/O.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>08-08-2021, 21:07:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Igor Iron-Bear of the Winters' Tale<br><strong>Species</strong>: True Born Werewolf<br><strong>Age</strong>: 30<br><strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Straight<br><strong>Staff or Guest</strong>: Guest<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Being a True Born Werewolf, Igor has three forms which he can change between at will rather than being bound to the moon cycles. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Human Form</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>(https://i.imgur.com/egoaDjy.jpg)<br><br>While not the tallest of his ilk standing a stout 5'6, Igor is wide in both his shoulders and his stance. Weighing 285lbs of meaty muscle he is not sculpted and from a distance he may look more puffy than buff. But a punch from him will be like getting hit by a bear, just solid impact.<br><br>While living in the deepest recesses of Siberia he has fallen quite far behind in fashion generally dressed as above. Furs, leather, and steel plates. His body marred by scars and old Norse inspired tattoos. Hair and beard are black and scraggly from a lack of regular washing, and while one eye is milked over from an old wound his other smolders with a primal spirit. Dull amber and unwavering, every fiber of his being reflects the earliest days of Man and Wolf.<br><br><br></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Wolf Form</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>(https://i.imgur.com/TPDT9Pc.jpg)<br><br>Like his human form, Igor's wolf form reflects a more primitive design. That of an ancient Dire Wolf, oversized canines with an exceptionally large skull, a shorter, but more stout body and much longer limbs than today's largest natural wolf. His fur is the grayish white of the early dawn with black stripe like markings running along his legs and shoulders his paw were smaller than one would expect, but they hold all the power his frame can muster.&nbsp; His eyes, while still white and amber now have a glow about them like that of a campfire upon the desolate tundra.<br><br></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Warrior Form</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>(https://i.imgur.com/djSXt2A.jpg)<br><br>While his human form is short and stout and his wolf form is simply stout, Igor's warrior form is where he truly earns the name Iron-Bear.<br><br>Only 10 feet high, but nearly four foot wide from shoulder to shoulder. One word comes to mind when his foes gaze upon the Wrath of Winter...power...like a glacier on two legs, slow but unstoppable once he gathers speed. His fur turns from the grayish white of his wolf form to pure white his stripes more pronounced now as they swim about his thick furry hide. <br><br>For all intents and purposes he looks like a prehistoric Giant Short-Faced bear, but once he lets loose his hunter's howl only fear and the promise of a wrath that strikes like a blizzard from Mother Russia herself. His white eye was become even paler almost blending into his very skull, but his amber eye now blazes like the flame of the setting sun.<br><br></div></div><br><br><strong>Physical Description</strong>: In all his forms he is a giant creature with a white eye and an amber colored eye. He can also talk to both humanoids and animals in all three forms.<br><br><em>Powers, Traits, and Abilities: </em><br><br><br><strong>He who shatters glaciers-</strong> While some of his kin dedicate themselves to the precision and symmetry of learning martial arts Igor has always found the...direct method serves him best. He needs not the flashy punches and kicks of karate or the submission holds of judo when one hit from him can snap a normal bear's spine in half and he can shatter stone with a hug.<br><br><strong>Be one with the Winter-</strong> While most effective in arctic conditions, if Igor can manage to remain perfectly still he can nearly blind in with his surroundings, he'll be easily seen if someone looks at him. But if they are simply glancing by or busy talking with someone he can be right there and no one would be any the wiser.<br><br><strong>Dark Tundra-</strong> An ability similar to Be one with Winter, but focuses on his willpower and ability to overcome trauma both mental and physical. Quite simply he stills his mind and just...shuts it off. From the outside it looks like a brainless brute's eyes glazing over and everything being said to him goes in one ear and out the other.<br><br><strong>The Way of the Glacier-</strong> A body at rest will remain at rest, and a body in motion will remain in motion unless it is acted upon by an external force. Igor is a large and powerful man his power takes time to spin up, but once he starts running or swinging his fists very few things can withstand the blows or stop him.<br><br><em>Fears, Flaws, and Vices:</em> <br><br><strong>Primitive-</strong> The Werewolf equivalent of a Neanderthal, while not demented or mentally challenged Igor is far from educated. He speaks fluent albeit slow Russian and broken English at best and he knows nothing of books or the written word.<br><br><strong>Lost in the Snow-</strong> While the philosophy of the <em>Nastoyashchiye Volki</em> has steered the Pack through countless wars and natural disasters. Outside of their Territory it has proven a great annoyance and sometimes a disastrous liability. Clan members have been blown up by landmines or fallen off cliffs when lost in thought.<br><br><strong>The rage of the sun-</strong> Igor has spent nearly his entire life in the frozen wastes of Siberia. The snow and cold are as warm and welcoming to him as his mother's embrace. But the closer he gets to the Equator the more miserable and slower he becomes even his mostly hairless Human Form. <br><br><strong>Power over speed-</strong> Be it in combat or when hunting Igor has never been fast. He's more likely to take a speeding truck to his chest and smash it to pieces than step off the road. This means someone will likely need to be near him to pull him out of the path of a speeding silver bullet.<br><br><strong>Personality</strong>:Slow and steady as the winters of Mother Russia. Igor's pack is one the more traditional packs still left protecting the Sacred World-Oaks. They live in seclusion and call themselves the "<em>Nastoyashchiye Volki</em>" or the True Wolves. While their neighbors fled from the embrace of Father Winter they stayed true to the old ways. Standing vigilant as the&nbsp; Father himself. <br><br>Igor is a reflection of this mindset. You do not rush the Winter, if you do it will take you and never release you. Patience is more than a virtue it is a survival mechanism, but patience among the <em>Volki</em> will never be mistaken for idleness. Always moving, always improving, even when the night is long and the fires low Igor will be working to improve himself and remove the modern mindsets of idleness even if it simply looks like he is staring dimly into nothingness.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Background</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>The story of Igor Iron-Bear is one heard most commonly among the people of the <em>Nastoyashchiy Volk</em>. Born a single cub among twenty creating a single generation and raised as a singular unit. Sleeping together, eating together, training together, every adult in his Pack took turns spending time with and raising each cub. Mother and Father were odd terms rarely used, unless the ones who had actually created and birthed you wished to make it known. <em>Dyadya i Tetya</em>, Uncle and Aunt were used in their place. All were his family even if they did not share the same hair color or ear shape as him. <br><br>He did not even have a last name he was simply Igor to all. When formality was needed like in the the rare instances of other Packs coming to his people's lands he was introduced as <em>Igor' Zimnyaya Skazka</em> Igor of the Winter's Tale. Raised in the Old Ways the "True Ways" of Father Wolf and the Mothers. The land was your home and your larder, killing and eating only what was needed cultivating plants and vegetables for medicines and food. And when the time came...bleeding in it's defense.<br><br>Igor's people lived very isolated in the most uninhabited regions of Northern Russia. Largely unknown to every human that called the snowy country home. They were the myths of the Natives and the fevered rantings of the addle minded fools who dare to challenge Winter's Rule. You do not challenge Father Winter, for he is as merciless as he his diligent. You show him respect as well as respect his mates the Mother's Sky and Earth and you will see the hidden beauty of the snow and ice. Listen to his voice and he will share with you secrets not even the Fae can understand. How to create the perfect snowflake, where to find the herds as they hunker down for winter, how to listen to the voice of the Glacier and learn the tales locked away in their millennia old bodies.<br><br>The Way of Winter is the way of peace in a world both harsh and rapidly shrinking. Igor loved the lessons and loved his way of life. As he grew he learned so much more, how to find food even in the middle of the harshest blizzard, how to unhinge himself from the stress of life and sing with the Mothers as they take your burdens onto their own shoulders. And as he reached the breeding age he learned the pleasures of the female body as they were freed from the confines of their furs and leathers. He sired his first cub in adolescence with a female with blonde hair who was around his age. Like all of his Pack he raised the squalling little male with the rest of his generation. This was his life for many years, but with each year less and less cubs were being born a darkness was creeping up on his people.<br><br>That darkness came in the form of encroaching humans and other <em>Thera </em>. They claimed to simply be explorers, but his people have not survived centuries of conflict and learned the thrive in conditions no other race could, just to be tricked with honeyed words or shiny baubles. While war was part of their nature, the teachings of Winter had quieted their animal blood enough to let Peace be the journey. They let most explorers walk through the lands even lending them aid if needed, but their kindness as cautious as it was would cut them low.<br><br>On Igor's twenty-fifth winter of life their good deeds would bring their Just Desserts, but not in the way any had hoped. A group they had helped were Wolf Hunters in disguise, normally a disguise, no matter how intricate, would be sniffed out fairly quickly and the liars dealt with. But this particular group had a Witch in their midst and her magic aided their ruse to flawless perfection. That night Igor's pack was attacked, half of them were wiped out before they could mount a defense. And once they did...the tundra had not see such carnage since the second world war. Blood stained the once pristine snow for a mile in every direction, Igor and most of the Wolves his age survived, but two whole generations of cubs were slaughtered as well as many of their Elders. They were a pack without young or Spiritual Leadership, dark times were ahead for them.<br><br>But after five years of rebuilding and training the <em>Nastoyashchiye Volki</em> were nearly back at full strength. Igor had become the one of the Beta among his newly forged people, he could've been Alpha and many of his peers approached him with the suggestion. But he turned them all down, he wasn't built for leading. He simply wished to keep his pack strong, his claws were meant to crush skulls not shake hands. While unorthodox in his methods there was rarely a conflict he could not handle. But he could still feel the darkness creeping up on them, the Mothers sang songs of constant sorrow and the Father's Wolf's howl upon the shrilling wind sounded distressed. He asked the Sage and Alphas for guidance, but Father Winter had been silent these past five years. But rumors of a Ronin Pack reached Igor's ears, fighters on the frontlines defending the Sacred-Oaks and keeping the Father and Mothers' spirits alive. Joining them crossed his mind more than once. But in his wanderings to seek out the Ronin Tribe he stumbled into a magical rift in space and time and found himself at the Green Lion.</div></div><br><br><strong>Ons/Offs</strong>: Igor has fathered many cubs and had many mates warm his furs over the years. In his tribe it is the duty of all to breed and rebuild their dying numbers. And while he would like to settle down with a favored female before he dies, he is quite happy to spread the love around to any female willing. As such his "Ons" are as followed. Breeding, vaginal sex, oral (giving and receiving) multiple positions, multiple female partners, healthy females, busty females, powerful females, dominance play, humanoid shape, monogamy(with the right female) and affection.<br><br>His "Offs" are more traditional. Anything anal, anything gore related, anything bathroom related, non-humanoid shape, unnatural bodies, and oddly enough bestiality at least when not in Wolf form.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inn at the Crossroads - Approved Character Sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ApexScribbler</strong> on <strong>25-08-2021, 01:47:24</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Cyric<br><strong>Species</strong>: Dreamwalker<br><strong>Age</strong>: Appears early 20s<br><strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Heterosexual<br><strong>Staff or Guest</strong>: Bartender, Messenger<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: <br><br>(https://external-content.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F30%2F36%2F71%2F303671a20140d5f8adce77bd11c2fefa--beautiful-boys-pretty-boys.jpg&amp;f=1&amp;nofb=1)<br><br><strong>Physical Description</strong>: if alters from chosen face claim<br><strong>Personality</strong>: <br><br>While Cyric is technically employed by Spade, Spade has long since accepted that the young man works on his own time and tends to oversleep no matter when he’s supposed to be working. He is a bit of an airhead, with his head often in the clouds but he means well and will always go out of his way to help guests or the other employees. Cyric also likes eating and drinking as much as a mortal human, and whenever he isn’t working or sleeping, he’ll more than likely be partying with a guest or two in the Inn somewhere. Something about Cyric’s presence is relaxing and guests who have trouble sleeping will often seek him out so he can work his strange dream magic on them for peaceful rests. <br><br><strong>Background</strong>: <br><br>There is no official definition of a Dreamwalker; it is a term coined by Spade to explain where Cyric came from. The young man appeared in the Inn owner’s dreams one night and the next morning he was sitting next to him waiting for instructions. He appears human but does have an alternate form that he prefers not to show, because the world of dreams does not make sense and most entities would not be able to visually comprehend his true nature. It could be that Spade had needed a companion and apprentice and so his wishes manifested into reality much like the Inn itself had done so many years ago. <br><br><strong>Ons/Offs</strong>: <br><br><em>Ons</em>: Affection, vanilla sex, rough sex, foreplay, oral, giving anal, threesomes/moresomes, massages, orgasm control<br><br><em>Offs</em>: Bondage, bathroom play, choking, blood play, shower sex<br>
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