Ze Blitzkrieg Wrote:Name: Styr Gundarsson
Race: Lupo
Age: 21
Gender: Male
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Background: Styr hails from a world now lost to him, in a realm far from Earth. He was once a proud warrior, a member of a tribe of men cursed to forever more take on the shape of beasts for transgressions long before him. They counted no women among their numbers, and bred with the females of neighboring tribes of kingdoms, proliferating their damned lineage through conquest of the lesser beings. He came of age during a golden era of his people, who had swelled in number over the centuries of their feared existence, and united under the banner of a powerful warlord to sweep across their world and bring any and all to heel. On the eve of a great battle, however, the the mages of the civilized lands they sought to pillage prepared a ritual that would engulf the field only hours before battle began.
The ritual saw Styr and many of his fellows scattered across the cosmos. Many of them landed in a strange, distant world. One he later learned bore the name 'Earth'. His people did as they intended to do before the machinations of wizards interrupted them, and led a brutal war of conquest on the unsuspecting populace of the world. The governments of the world fought against them, but the weaponry they wielded proved insufficient to cull the numbers of the Lupo, many more of which arrived with every passing day, spat out of the portals which had consumed them. Once enough of the leadership of his kind had been ferried across the ways between, and order returned to their ranks, an armistice was reached with the people of this new world; the Lupo, if they agreed to halt their aggression, would be allowed to settle and integrate with the humans of this new, strange world.
Perhaps realizing that, despite their individual superiority, they could not win against a race of teeming billions, the chiefs of the tribes agreed. Styr, as a young man still in his prime, was elected to be among the first of their kind to integrate with humanity, to learn their ways and to see if co-existence, if only temporary, could be achieved. To that end, he was sent to a 'university', as they were called on Earth, to be educated in the ways of the new world he called home, and to educate them in turn about the ways of his people. Something he had every intention of thoroughly seeing done.
Perks:
Lupine Blood: Styr is a member of the Lupo, a fantastical race of wolf-men from a distant land. As such, he has all the traits expected of a member of his race; supernaturally enhanced senses, a huge, powerful body, and a hide that is nigh impervious to conventional weaponry. On the rare occasion he is injured, he is capable of healing at a faster rate than the humans who inhabit his new world, and he is immunized to most native forms of disease.
Pack-Father: Among the Lupo, there are those who are destined to lead packs of their own one day. Styr is one such 'alpha' Lupo. He is sexually powerful, well endowed even by the standards of his people, immensely virile, and in possession of a nigh-limitless well of stamina, allowing him to father countless descendants so long as he is able to find females to copulate with.
Powerful Musk: Styr emanates a strong, masculine scent that carries certain aphrodisiac properties. Though it permeates all his fur, it is strongest in the area around his sex, and is especially powerful when he is sexually deprived. While it is most effective on females, it has been known to make even human males aroused, although whether this is an instinctive response to spread their genes in the presence of a predator, or because they too wish to be mated by him is up for debate.
Flaws:
Rut Prone: A side effect of his status as a future Pack-Father, Styr is easily aroused and is prone to entering periods of rut, where sating his sexual desires remains at the forefront of his mind. If he does not achieve regular release, he becomes aggressive and irritable, which only grows worse the longer he is denied the ability to breed.
Technologically Inept: Hailing from a world far different from Earth, Styr hasn't the faintest ideas how modernity truly functions. While he's had basic concepts like electricity, the internet, and cars explained to him, he's more or less incapable of using computers or smartphones, much less accepting them as part of his daily life.
Turn Ons: Ahegao, cock comparison, cock worship, domination, excessive cum, femboys, femdom, harem, huge cock, humiliation, large insertions, MILFs, musk, NTR, sexual favors, sexual rewards, teasing
Turn Offs: Guro, death, torture, heavy BDSM, eggs, bathroom stuff
As you rode the bus, you thought back to the last you'd seen of your pack. They had been given rather basic lands to settle into while they wait for the full integration to begin. They'd even been promised adequate supplies as the lands were lacking in decent hunting grounds for food as well as women. This had made the pack rather upset, but your Alpha managed to keep them in check with the promise that they would have all the easy women they could ever want while the men welcomed them with open arms unaware of how they would lose all of their good fuck meat and breeding stock to your people.
As part of your integration, your alpha refused to speak of it as anything but domestication outside of the human's pathetic ear shot, included having no contact with your people. Only a handful of young teens were being integrated, and each at a separate location as if they expected such isolation to rob you of your nature.
It was rather late, and the only other occupant of the bus was its driver, so you had the place all to yourself though it would be nice to have someone to entertain you, and the bus driver insisted you no distract him from his driving. An old decrepit man couldn't have provided you much entertainment anyway, but you were still feeling rather bored. You had been given a time keeping device and told you should arrive at your destination at 10 a.m., but you couldn't make heads or tails of the thing yet.
The bus came to one of its many worthless stops as the downpour outside meant these weak fleshlings were even afraid to be out as if their flesh might melt under a bit of weather, but then the door opened for the first time since it'd closed behind you. The woman looked to be a little out of her prime, but she had the clear curves of motherhood. Her face was a mess running with the strange paints the females seemed to wear to attract their men. You supposed it could be from the pouring rain, but there were bags under her eyes like she had been crying for some reason.
She tensed immediately when she saw you, but took a moment to calm herself. "You're one of those Wolfmen I'd heard about, right?" It seemed that those that had chosen to indoctrinate you hadn't put much effort into telling people about your kind, but you supposed the less they knew, the easier it would be to deceive, and after the long ride you'd had, anything to cure your boredom would be welcome, and she had a rather soft, curvaceous body.
