Nipplemancer
05-18-08, 10:56 PM
Name: Jess Xanth
Age: 28 Althanian in appearance, but has been imbued by the dragons to never age
Race: Half-elf
Hair Color: Azure
Eye Color: Crimson if angry, otherwise a soft mint
Height: 5'2" before transformation, 14'8" after transformation
[b]Weight: 98 pounds before transformation, 1737 pounds after transformation
Occupation: Nipplemancer
Personality: Typically reserved, but can be provoked.
Appearance: Turgid, but surprisingly approachable; at least until you make her angry! Her hair flows softly over her silky shoulders, her eyes beaming like beacons from her gentle face. Her lips are pursed as if angry, but there do not appear to be wrinkles of anger upon her face. Her chin is shaped such that her sadness is apparent, but her marble cheeks do not betray her soft interior, especially when she's angered by an intruder. Her nose is daintily pointed upward, representative of her feelings toward who she considers to be "lesser" beings.
History:
"Stop!" Jess cried, desperate for her father to hear.
"Quiet," he commanded, his face contorting with anger and then suddenly softening to show his softer side. "Wait here for a moment whilst I fetch us some ice creams"
"Daddy, you know I'm too old for that!" Jess's nose scrunched a bit, but her father just laughed.
And as they sat, together the evening advanced so slowly. It was as though eternity passed beneath those mountains in the East, splashed turquoise ink as though from the pen in his pocket and the clouds in the West, that glowed like a huge shining lake of rainbows which drowned the sun.
---Six years later---
Jess played him fine for a while, but eventually her father grew wise to her indiscretions.
"You are acting the fool, daughter! Your nimble antics may speak that which is known to only a few, but I... I can see into your real intentions. The dragon that hast spoken with you corrupted you!"
"Father!" Jess stammered, almost incoherently. "I... I don't know. I've never really considered... I mean, I'm only twelve"
"Silence, nave!" Jess's father was in a rage now. "I don't mind, do I, you silly sod, else I'd never've asked you, would I?"
Jess's eyes widened. Could it be? Could her father really have accepted her?
"I love you dad."
"I love you too."
---Fifteen years later---
The beggar wouldn't stop. His eager eyes monitored Jess's purse as if bulging with the riches of some ancient lost civilization.
"Shouldn't I furtively thrust a wad of fifties into your palm before heading to the sewers... clandestine, intent on pursuing my perilous trade?!"
"You lie to me, beggar! And your transgressions shall be met with punishment!"
Jess didn't know why she said those words, but as she said them, she could feel something change within her. Her bitter anger, fostered after years of neglect and hate for her father, suddenly erupted into a tangible form: a dragon made of pure fire. As it came from her, it incinerated the beggar immediately. And as he lie dying, he said, "I am dead." And it was so.
Jess was terrified. She ran to her mother, who had moved several paces further down the street.
"Mother... I..."
"Jess, what the hell are you... this is about... you've turned into a dragon!"
Jess only wept.
"You've discovered yourself far earlier than I had expected, Jess. For you are in tune with that who created the earth beneath your feet and the sky above your beautiful azure hair. You are the dragon of creation, Jess, and from your womb sprung the entirety of life, and from the milk of your breast grew civilizations"
"I... I... I think maybe along I've always known that."
"Of course you have, Jess!" Her mother was stern now. "You've known ever since you were born that you are The One! Embrace it!"
"NOO!" Jess ran away with fear, but still felt the dragon within her breast. She clutched at her chest and felt an odd coldness in its center.
She focused her mind on her left nipple; the very same nipple that fed milk to the earth from which all plant life grew. Suddenly, a dandelion grew spontaneously in front of her. She picked it curiously and smelled it. It smelled of a fully grown dandelion. Truly, there was something special about her.
---One year later---
Jess has mastered her skills now, understanding that from Her left comes the source of life; her life-giving nipple is that from which the life of the world had sprung. But a dark secret lie within her left for that is the nipple which feeds the reaper and from which death comes. She now adventures, trying to find the truth about her past, but most of all... Her future.
Skills:
Nipple of Life: After having discovered her true origin, Jess learned that her left nipple was capable of giving life. Though she has not truly mastered the skill to the level that her Life Dragon had granted, she can spontaneously create living creatures. At her level of weakness, only small plants no larger than 1 foot in height and no girthier than 1 foot in diameter can be created. This may only happen 3 times per day. But any type of plant may be materialized so long as the necessary soil is present within 10 meters.
Nipple of Death: From her right nipple, the reaper is fed. Jess may kill anything within her sight merely by willing it to be. But again with her level of weakness, she is only able to kill that which she has created first. That is to say, she may only kill the plants she brings into being.
Delta Nipples: When life and death combine, the elements themselves emerge. Right now, Jess can only control the wind, and only to the extent to make a soft breeze that has minor soothing effects for living people. The soothing effect heals no damage, but does make someone feel better.
Equipment: Jess wears no brazier so that she is able to access her life and death giving breasts as quickly as possible. As such, she also eschews armor. And while her people are tolerant of nudity, she has learn that the denizens of Althanas are not as accepting. So she wears a soft, cotton blouse and a simple cotton skirt. She carries a small, iron dagger for protection.
Age: 28 Althanian in appearance, but has been imbued by the dragons to never age
Race: Half-elf
Hair Color: Azure
Eye Color: Crimson if angry, otherwise a soft mint
Height: 5'2" before transformation, 14'8" after transformation
[b]Weight: 98 pounds before transformation, 1737 pounds after transformation
Occupation: Nipplemancer
Personality: Typically reserved, but can be provoked.
Appearance: Turgid, but surprisingly approachable; at least until you make her angry! Her hair flows softly over her silky shoulders, her eyes beaming like beacons from her gentle face. Her lips are pursed as if angry, but there do not appear to be wrinkles of anger upon her face. Her chin is shaped such that her sadness is apparent, but her marble cheeks do not betray her soft interior, especially when she's angered by an intruder. Her nose is daintily pointed upward, representative of her feelings toward who she considers to be "lesser" beings.
History:
"Stop!" Jess cried, desperate for her father to hear.
"Quiet," he commanded, his face contorting with anger and then suddenly softening to show his softer side. "Wait here for a moment whilst I fetch us some ice creams"
"Daddy, you know I'm too old for that!" Jess's nose scrunched a bit, but her father just laughed.
And as they sat, together the evening advanced so slowly. It was as though eternity passed beneath those mountains in the East, splashed turquoise ink as though from the pen in his pocket and the clouds in the West, that glowed like a huge shining lake of rainbows which drowned the sun.
---Six years later---
Jess played him fine for a while, but eventually her father grew wise to her indiscretions.
"You are acting the fool, daughter! Your nimble antics may speak that which is known to only a few, but I... I can see into your real intentions. The dragon that hast spoken with you corrupted you!"
"Father!" Jess stammered, almost incoherently. "I... I don't know. I've never really considered... I mean, I'm only twelve"
"Silence, nave!" Jess's father was in a rage now. "I don't mind, do I, you silly sod, else I'd never've asked you, would I?"
Jess's eyes widened. Could it be? Could her father really have accepted her?
"I love you dad."
"I love you too."
---Fifteen years later---
The beggar wouldn't stop. His eager eyes monitored Jess's purse as if bulging with the riches of some ancient lost civilization.
"Shouldn't I furtively thrust a wad of fifties into your palm before heading to the sewers... clandestine, intent on pursuing my perilous trade?!"
"You lie to me, beggar! And your transgressions shall be met with punishment!"
Jess didn't know why she said those words, but as she said them, she could feel something change within her. Her bitter anger, fostered after years of neglect and hate for her father, suddenly erupted into a tangible form: a dragon made of pure fire. As it came from her, it incinerated the beggar immediately. And as he lie dying, he said, "I am dead." And it was so.
Jess was terrified. She ran to her mother, who had moved several paces further down the street.
"Mother... I..."
"Jess, what the hell are you... this is about... you've turned into a dragon!"
Jess only wept.
"You've discovered yourself far earlier than I had expected, Jess. For you are in tune with that who created the earth beneath your feet and the sky above your beautiful azure hair. You are the dragon of creation, Jess, and from your womb sprung the entirety of life, and from the milk of your breast grew civilizations"
"I... I... I think maybe along I've always known that."
"Of course you have, Jess!" Her mother was stern now. "You've known ever since you were born that you are The One! Embrace it!"
"NOO!" Jess ran away with fear, but still felt the dragon within her breast. She clutched at her chest and felt an odd coldness in its center.
She focused her mind on her left nipple; the very same nipple that fed milk to the earth from which all plant life grew. Suddenly, a dandelion grew spontaneously in front of her. She picked it curiously and smelled it. It smelled of a fully grown dandelion. Truly, there was something special about her.
---One year later---
Jess has mastered her skills now, understanding that from Her left comes the source of life; her life-giving nipple is that from which the life of the world had sprung. But a dark secret lie within her left for that is the nipple which feeds the reaper and from which death comes. She now adventures, trying to find the truth about her past, but most of all... Her future.
Skills:
Nipple of Life: After having discovered her true origin, Jess learned that her left nipple was capable of giving life. Though she has not truly mastered the skill to the level that her Life Dragon had granted, she can spontaneously create living creatures. At her level of weakness, only small plants no larger than 1 foot in height and no girthier than 1 foot in diameter can be created. This may only happen 3 times per day. But any type of plant may be materialized so long as the necessary soil is present within 10 meters.
Nipple of Death: From her right nipple, the reaper is fed. Jess may kill anything within her sight merely by willing it to be. But again with her level of weakness, she is only able to kill that which she has created first. That is to say, she may only kill the plants she brings into being.
Delta Nipples: When life and death combine, the elements themselves emerge. Right now, Jess can only control the wind, and only to the extent to make a soft breeze that has minor soothing effects for living people. The soothing effect heals no damage, but does make someone feel better.
Equipment: Jess wears no brazier so that she is able to access her life and death giving breasts as quickly as possible. As such, she also eschews armor. And while her people are tolerant of nudity, she has learn that the denizens of Althanas are not as accepting. So she wears a soft, cotton blouse and a simple cotton skirt. She carries a small, iron dagger for protection.