Level: 1
Exp:0/50
HP: 100
MP: 100
Name: Caslandra Ivywood
Race: Bosmer
Age: 60 (which, in elven years, is young)
Description (Picture or Words):
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This pic shows her front- regarding her backside, those bra straps tie together in the center of her back like any other, but the straps concealing her nether regions join in the back to form a thong
She has claws and eyebrow piercings in this pic- nix those. I'm not down with claws; she ain't no kajhit.
And her skin isn't green, it's pale, that's just from the environment she's in here in the pic.
Also not shown in this pic is her bow, which I'll get to later...
Background:
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Everything changed her 50th birthday.
Caslandra awoke, stretched out, strapped on her hunting outfit, and set off to find breakfast. She and her father had planned this previously; typically, he found their food, but today, now that she was considered an adult in their small rural village in Valenwood, she could take the job on herself. Her father had lent her his personal bow for the job, Armala, and a quiver of 20 arrows. She should only need one, but he gave her the extra in case she ran into trouble.
Her attempts at finding food went unrewarded for quite some time, but after what seemed to be ages, she heard peaceful noise that she couldn't quite describe up ahead. She snuck up behind a rock overlooking the vale where the noise was coming from, and peered over at soon-to-be-breakfast.
She nearly collapsed from awe when she saw what was really in front of her. There stood a snow elf, highlighted by a streak of sunlight that seemed to come from the heavens themselves; he was, and simultaneously was not, there. Just like the sound he was making, he seemed translucent in a way that could not be articulated. She didn't understand- the snow elves had been gone for millenia; only the falmer existed in modern days in place of the ancient snow elves. And to make matters worse- or better, depending on how she looked at her situation- he was looking right at her.
"Caslandra. I must ask of you a favor with consequences you may not ever understand. I am an incaration of Auri-El, and your aid will prevent the loss of our precious sun, that which gives all life. I ask you to find my bow, and deliver it to its proper resting place, to await its next owner."
And with that he disappeared. Nothing to help her more than vague commands. She didn't know what to do, what to say.
She returned to her home, and decided that it may be best to simply keep quit about the situation, at least for a while. She looked throughout the whole house, but her mother, father, and brother were nowhere to be found. But the smallest sound from behind her made her turn around and ready her blade. To her dismay, a falmer had jumped and was nearly on top of her already! Without hesitation, she plunged her knife Nagoori into the creature's abdomen. She gazed deep into its eyes, and thought she saw a resemblance to someone she once knew, but couldn't quite place it. Out of nowhere, the monster burst into dust which flew away with the wind. She followed it with her eyes and spotted two more falmer in the distance. They hadn't seen her yet; she readied her bow and sent two arrows, one after the other, into her unsuspecting victims. Both arrows flew true, and struck the falmer dead. But just like the first one, when these two died, they turned into mere dust, as if they had never been there at all.
Caslandra took years to think about this incident. She never found her parents or brother. She never made more contact with Auri-El, or his apparition. She knew that her race, the Bosmer, shared a piety with the snow elves towards Auri-El as the creator of all things. And, equally important, she knew that the snow elves were natives of Skyrim, back before they became the falmer. What she couldn't figure out was the connection between Auri-El's bow, the snow elves and falmer, and herself. She remembered that Auri-El had told her that she "might not ever understand." But after ten years of silence, she packed her bags and set off for Cyrodil, and took a boat to the city of Anvil. She hoped to discover the true past of Auri-El, and knew full well that she would need to cross into the cold, unforgiving land of Skyrim before her quest was finished.
Inventory:
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50 gold, extra light elven armor straps: armor 8; sneak +5, extra light elven gauntlets: armor 3, extra light elven boots: armor 5, Armala, Nagoori, quiver of 20 elven arrows, 5 lockpicks
Skill Levels
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Combat
Archery: 25
Block: 15
Heavy Armor: 15
One-handed: 15
Smithing: 15
Two-handed: 15
Magic
Alteration: 15
Conjuration: 15
Destruction: 15
Enchanting: 15
Illusion: 15
Restoration: 15
Stealth
Alchemy: 20
Light Armor: 20
Lockpicking: 20
Pickpocket: 20
Sneak: 20 + 5 = 25
Speech: 15
Birthsign: The Shadow- invisibility for 60 seonds once a day
Bosmer: 50% Resistance to both Poison and Disease
Ability: Command Animal - Make all surrounding animals your allies for one post
Known spells:
healing
fury
note to GM regarding sexual interaction:
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My preferences are that when she loses, her enemy (or enem
ies- preferably enemies) force her into sex. The more holes filled, the better, I always say. I'd also love to see her forced to be a sex slave or sex toy of some kind, if that's at all possible. I guess what I'm trying to say is, when she loses, don't be afraid to get rough with her. Of course, this is not a sex-centered rp, and I completely understand and agree with how you're GM'ing this, but when she does lose, appropriate "punishment" would be much appreciated.
additional info...
my likes:
total penetration (ass, pussy, mouth) with hands and tits used at the same time
domination/bondage (of her- she wouldn't tie somebody else up)
multiple penetrations per hole (two in the ass, etc.)
slavery
general helplessness
my dislikes:
guro
scat
watersports
transformations (changing her into a man, etc)