Name: Nedda Underbough
Age: 36
Species: Mousefolk
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Background: A native to the city of Rosdorf, Nedda's story isn't a particularly rare one. As a younger woman, she admired many of the brave adventurers who would frequent the city on their journeys into the frontier, and eventually, that admiration led her to warming the bed of one of them. While the man himself did not remain for long, she would always have a token of his esteem in the form of four children the following year. Raising a gaggle of rambunctious mice while providing for them was no easy task, and Ned frequently took on odd jobs to keep her would-be family afloat. One of which included waitressing, of which The Pious Pixie was one. She made friends with the owner, and over the years came to depend on the work more and more. With her children now grown and out of the house, she's recently taken on more responsibilities at the tavern, and become its impromptu manager, keeping track of the other girls and making sure everyone is fed and happy. Especially the rugged, adventuring sort. She always did have a type.
Traits: Cooking +8, Paizuri +12, -7 Handling Compliments
Name: Reva zor Durgoth
Age: 23
Species: Orc
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Background: An orcish raider from the isles to the east, Reva only made landfall in human lands a few years ago. She and her tribe pillaged up and down the coasts for a full summer before their camp was attacked, and promptly destroyed, by a group of roaming adventurers. She was among the handful to survive the encounter, taken captive by the party and used as their stress relief on the long trek back to town. Humiliated both by the acts she was made to perform (and the fact she enjoyed more than a few of them), she found respite from this fate when the proprietor of a certain tavern managed to win her off her captors in a game of dice. In return for her freedom, she would be made to work off the debts her previous 'employers' had racked up over the years at the establishment, and so, she now serves the pink skins in a different, if somewhat less sexual way. Somewhat.
Traits: +5 Group Sex, +7 Submission, -5 Resisting Stronger Lovers
Name: Madeline Potts
Age: 20
Species: Human
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Background: Madeline was the youngest of five kids from a typical farming hamlet out in the boonies. From girlhood, she wanted to see the world and all it had to offer. So, when she came of age, she hopped on the first merchant passing through and made her way to the big city. Of course, her grandiose plans quickly fell apart when it became clear she had next to nothing to offer anybody in the urban sprawl. Next to nothing. Her first few months were spent sucking cock for copper behind the marketplace, and it was only by chance that one of her customers invited her to get a drink after she'd emptied his balls for him. One thing led to another, and she found more dignified employment at the Pious Pixie, where the clientele were cuter and the blowjobs optional.
Traits: +7 Blowjobs, +5 Teasing, -3 Facing the Consequences of the Aforementioned Teasing
Name: Eva Whitmore
Age:3723 clearly
Species: Human
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Background: A witch, specialising in illusions and charms. She's attractive enough without the aid of spells and potions, but with them she has maintained a youthful glow while still benefiting of the shapeliness of maturity. She enjoys teasing and toying with others to get what she wants so much so that she often does it even without anything in mind to get. Her actual magical ability has proven rather limited, as focused as she was in preserving her looks and utilising magic for means most spellcasters would often consider trivial or too mundane to warrant crafting spells for. She used to make her trade in crafting potions on the cheaper side, and has landed into a spot of trouble in more than a few villages for various love potions and healing tonics going wrong. Never disastrously, but always enough for her to have to pack up and find her business elsewhere. To help offset the mounting costs and diminishing income, she's taken up work in the local tavern in the latest place she's set up shop.
Traits: Magical Glamours +7, Magical Perfumes +4, Humility -10
Name: Noriko
Age: 24
Species: Catfolk
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Background: A rowdy and boastful travelling sellsword, Noriko accrued quite the debt to The Pious Pixie through several accounts of destroyed furnisher and disruptions to business due to routinely starting barfights whenever she drank too heavily. Tempted to just walk away and never return, Noriko found that option becoming swiftly less and less appealing as debtors from all over had caught wind of where she was and were lying in wait to reclaim what she owed them. She managed to pay off the first bunch that came looking for her by selling off her adventuring gear, but when more came with less savoury ideas of how she could repay them, she returned to The Pious Pixie, working there to both pay off her debts and offer herself some protection from those that had come sniffing around, waiting for an opportunity to make some money back from the tough woman.
Traits: Intimidation +4, Dexterity +7, Motivation -3, Attention Span -6
Name: Alenia
Age: 18 (in human years)
Species: Elf
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Background: An elven princess, whisked away from her palace during an attempted coup, Alenia was brought far away from her home kingdom for her own safety by those closest to her. These loyal few then left, to draw any risk of attention away from her. They left her in the care of an old friend of the family, the owner of The Pious Pixie, who gave Alenia a new life as a waitress in their tavern, to use as cover until the situation in her homeland recovered and forces loyal to her family could return to reclaim her. Alenia has lived a sheltered life, and is unused to many customs of other races. Recent experiences have left her shy and timid, although she has a kind and trusting soul and her naivety often puts her in danger she remains blissfully unaware of.
Traits: Sweetness +7, Charm +6, Understanding Innuendo -8
Another day rose upon Rosdorf, and with it, the Pious Pixie reopened for another day of operations. An upscale, three storied stone and timber building, the Pixie straddled one of the main streets into its home city, and as such drove significant traffic; adventures, soldiers and peasantry alike all came to wet their beaks, and, contrary to the religious connotations of its name, often enough wet something else while they were enjoying the lively atmosphere. As the sun gleamed through carefully crafted stained glass windows, the sign outside reacted, the words morphing by magic to declare it 'open', in tandem with the cute little pixie on the large suspended board spreading her legs.
Eva Whitmore
It was at least a little bit embarrassing, having to subject yourself to manual labor in order to meet your expenses, but the life of a spellcaster was so rarely without hardship. You had lucked out well enough; this establish had a reputation as one of the nicer of its kind in town, and the interior certainly had a level of grandeur that at least assured you that you weren't working at some pisswater drinking house. Plus, the proprietor had a reputation for being open-handed, so your salary would assuredly be sizeable enough to continue plying your true trade between shifts. Alchemical components were rather expensive, especially when you couldn't go out into the forests to gather them yourself.
Of course, tavern girls didn't earn the lion's share of their money from the generosity of their patron. No, tips, those were where the money lay. You'd have to ply your ample charm on some of the patrons to maximize your earnings. Use a few of your concoctions on the poor saps of this lively little city and they'd positively be tripping over themselves to be served by you! Seeing as though you had yet to form a sizeable fanbase, however, you'd have to seize the initiative on who to serve today; already patrons have begun to pour through the front door and fill tables. There's a handful of laborers looking to start their day off with something decent to eat, and perhaps something nice to look at if they're lucky. There's also what looks to be a group of the city's guard just getting off shift, although they seem more interested in one of your co-workers than anything else. Finally, a younger fellow, sporting the kind of gear you'd find on an adventurer, although he definitely seems green. Perhaps he'd make for an easy mark, given his relative lack of experience in tavern prowling.
Noriko
Squeezing into the dress that Azalea had given you was ridiculous. You, a warrior, forced to serve drinks and... well, the other things that you knew the girls in this place tended to do! How the hell had it ended up like this? Compared to what some of your debtors had in mind, this was a mercy, true, but that didn't make it any more humiliating. You had been busting noses in this place just a few weeks ago, and now you had to bus tables to keep from being sold off like your gear. You knew from experience that drinking here could be quite pricey, though, so with any luck, you'd be able to earn enough working to pay off your debts before you toiled your whole life away. Maybe you'd even be able to buy your gear back, if that dwarven fucker who had bought it didn't already sell it off to someone else.
Your thoughts were interrupted shortly thereafter. A group you're fairly familiar with had entered the tavern, and one of them called out to you.
"Hey, pretty kitty, get over here. We got orders that need taking." An exceedingly smug looking guardsman is the source, plopping himself down at one of the dozens of tables that line the common room, three of his fellows with him. The source of his smugness is the same as his familiarity; more than once had he and his fellows on the night shift dragged you off, drunken and violent, to the cells of the nearby barracks for the night, after you'd shattered a window or gotten into a tussle while deep in your cups. Considering how much of a fighter you tended to be when boozed up, you could only imagine how much trouble you gave them while blacked out on honeywine, and they undoubtedly want to give you a hard time as a little bit of payback.
Alenia
"... And that should do it. Just try your best, and if you have any questions, go to Ned with them. She'll sort you out."
The last few weeks of your life had been a whirlwind. A coup in the capital, men storming the castle, tearful goodbyes with your parents. You had been entrusted to one of your father's most loyal personal guardsmen, and he had ridden with you swiftly to the human kingdoms in the south. While he could not stay with you while there was work to be done restoring the royal family to the throne, he did leave you with a trusted acquaintance; Azalea Palmfig. While the pixie wasn't exactly what you had expected her to be, she was apparently an adventurer of some renown in her heyday, and she, along with her party, had been instrumental in solving more than one crisis in the kingdom in the times before you were born. You were assured she would keep you safe and far from the prying eyes of the rebels, and so here you stood, in the backroom of a tavern, your orientation on how to serve just finishing up.
"A word of warning before you head out there, though. The boys can get a little bit handsy. Don't be afraid to put them in their place if you don't like what they're doing," Your new boss says as she flutters her way back to her desk, her little wings buzzing along not unlike a dragonfly, although her expression grows a little lecherous as she settles down on the pillow clad stool behind it. "Although, if you do like what you're doing, feel free to, ah... indulge, while you're here. I'm sure your parents wouldn't mind too much, and if they do, well, I'll remind 'em what we did back in 986. That'll quiet 'em down."
