Lorielle Wrote:Name:Cassandra Hyde
Age: 24
Race: Human
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Backstory: Cassandra was a simple adventurer hailing from the Queendom. Seeking a life of excitement after she had spent most of her life in a small hamlet with many other women who resided in the queendom. Before taking on the life of a would-be adventurer Cassandra was a militia woman in the royal armies of the Queendom, serving her requisite time she loved her time in the military. Travelling, seeing various parts of the Queendom. She knew that she could not simply return home after her time. Taking all of her wages she sent a heart felt letter to her mother that she was going to explore the world. In the capital of the Queendom Cassadandra booked passage on a trade ship to some new world. Unfortunately for her, an unknown curse has struck the women of the Queendom and Cassandra was no different, her mark having manifested while she was on a ship filled to the brim with other men she soon found her through turning towards letting each and everyone of them run a train on her untrained pussy. Before that could happen though a massive storm strikes at the ship unexpectedly and she was thrown off board to wash ashore on some unknown island.
Abilities: Trained Swordfighter-trained to fight with a sword, Competent survivalist- able to survive off the land quite well. Commanding presence- Her short stint in the military unlocked the potential of leadership within Cassandra.
Disadvantages: Bimbo Curse- minus to resisting sexual advances, Magically inept-unable to identify spells thus is somewhat weaker at resisting them
The storm had come suddenly. In the midst of the sailors running yet another train on you, using you like just another cumdump, you all suddenly found the ship creaking and crashing, and eventually sinking. It all went by so fast, you don't even remember how you ended up on the beach surrounded by the splinters of the ship you once were a passenger on. As you woke up and looked around you could see a number of the sailors who washed up along with you also grumblingly coming awake, shaking their heads.
One of them soon hurrying over to you to help you up "You alright?" He asked, looking you deep in the eyes, slapping your cheeks lightly to help you wake up "You seem alright at least." He then grinned, as he looked down on your naked form. "Lucky you, not a single scratch."