Libis
04-04-09, 09:50 PM
((Please note, that this will contain explicit content.))
Name: Libis Darkthorne
Age: 19
Race: Human
Height: 6`2``
Weight: 170lbs
Appearance: Libis is a tall figure, of sinuous build. His white hair is slightly waved, with a magenta parting that veers to one side on the back of his head. The hair flows like snow to his rounded, lobed ears, though slightly lower at the back. His eyes are a shade of emerald green, round and knowing. His thin nose runs from the line of his smooth brow, to its chiselled tip just above the lips of his mouth. These are full for a man, but not excessively so, and part slightly in the middle as the corners tip upwards in a sductive half-smile. His right incisor points at a slight angle and he is self conscious about this, especially when smiling fully. His round chin protrudes over a sinuous neck, covered in the pale, tan skin of his body. It flows into two finely hewn shoulders, each sporting their fair share of muscled protrusions. The ridge of his collarbone, rises from his creamy skinned chest, running under his collar and tantalizing the observer with glimpses of the smooth delights beyond. The fine, linen shirt that fits his torso well, is obviously enchanted as it flows and shimmers across his chest, while remaning static simultaneously. Its deep, dark blue colour can only enhance he effect, giving the effect of a lake at night. A violet cape rolls across his shoulders, down to his thighs, often wrapped about him for warmth. His trouser are of the same hue as his shirt, but lacking the mystifying texture, instead a subtle silken sheen is found here, emphasising the shadows, between his thighs and running down the sides of his calves. Beneath the legs of his garments, a pair of brown leather knee-high boots cover his feet, brass buckles clasping them at the top. The seems where the soles join the main boot and the surrounding leather have been embelished with dark red, designs, of a knotted nature. Beyond the sleeves of his fanciful shirt, fingerless black leather gloves adorn his hands, reacing to his mid-forearms. On top of these, ornate steel bracers are placed to stop damage from bowstrings and to protect from sword blows to the arms. The index of his right hand sports a plaited silver band. The ring finger of his left boasts an exquisite white gold ring, with a snake design engraved into the metal, echoing his own serpentine body. This same snake, runs in tattoo form down his back from right shoulder to hip. His right hip bears a scar, terminating just below the serpent's mouth and running round to his pubic bone. As he moves, he does so seamlessly and without thought, his body making every move beautiful.
Personality: Although he is physically handsome and aware of the effect that this can have on others, Libis can be shy at first, that is if he his trying to actually establish a relationship. He is prone to flirting and non-commitment once he establishes a relationship though. He loves the feel of flesh and although he is primarily heterosexual, he is never close-minded. He is driven by the thought of where has next carnal encounter will come from and will constantly seek new flesh if he becomes bored. Although he prefers to take sex willingly from his partners and build it up to a violent and ecstatic climax, he has been known to take it forceably. He hates people who say they are looking for a fling and then look for a relationship, though if they say from the outset that they are looking for a relationship, he will take them seriously. At least for a while.
History:
Libis has always been a seducer, training in dance and other forms of seduction from a young age. He developed an eclectic dress style while he was sixteen and this was when he truly discovered his purpose in life. He spent his days working as a hunter, culling the beasts of the woods of Concordia and his nights out in various cities, seducing the local girls. He would flit from one to another, flirting, moving in and then dropping them to move on. Although he was warned against this by many people, including those he practiced on, he found a deep enjoyment of the skill. He also became accomplished sexually and soon was wanted by many of the girls he knew. Although they knew he would sooner kill himself than commit, they kept coming, insatiable, forever wanting more.
One particular night, Libis found himself talking to a beautiful redhead in the local bar. He gradually moved closer too her as the evening wore on and she was obviously losing her senses to the hormonal tide he induced. He stroked her side and ran his hand down her thigh and she was decided. They headed for his room at the tavern and were almost undressed before the bollt slammed shut on the door. Suddenly she stopped. He looked shocked, had his skills failed him this time? Then he saw the glint in her eye and knew it could not be so. She raised a finger and beckoned him forward. It was at this point, he noticed her long, trimmed nails, painted bright red to match her fiery hair. And, as he soon found out, her firey passion. She grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him onto his back on the bed. Drawing all her nails, she raked across his stomach, drawing rivulets of ruby liquid bubbling from the wounds. Then she climbed on top of him, kneeling, raised up on her legs. As she sank down, she let out a moan of pleasure. He felt warmth spread through his groin and pelvis as he entered her and, as they thrust into each other, he felt the pleasure building in his body until it was almost unbearable. Sat astride him, legs forced apart, the redheaded beauty was almost screaming in ecstasy and she sank further backwards, allowing him deeper and deeper. Suddenly she let out an earspltting scream and her eyes rolled fully back into her head. Moaning, screaming and rubbing all melded together after this for Libis. At some point, they both drew their daggers and proceeded to draw small scratches and wounds on each-other. As the pain and pleasure intensified, Libis felt as if his groin would explode. And then it did. In perfect unison, the couple let out agonised yells. Libis could feel warm, wet liquid rolling towards his thighs. The breathless yells of the orgasmic red haired girl stimulated him more, and they proceeded to reach the state again another four times over the night.
In the morning, Libis awoke in the arms of the redhead. She looked at him longingly and he felt his heart tear. She was gently rubbing his crotch and he could feel the still-wet remains of the previous night, mingling on their intertwined legs. Sweat coated his body in an oily sheen as they lay there, naked and with no need for covering. She looked at him again but he simply shook his head.
'I'm sorry...' The whisper tailed off and seemed all the more cowardly for the grey morning light that streamed through the window.
The redhead's expression changed in an instant. She was now furious and her white skin seemed to be emanating a glow, similar to that of fire.
'So you seek to seduce an angel?' She floated out of the bed and in the process regained her true form, a fiery heavenly being, beautiful and terrifying at once. 'I shall make it such that you shall hunger for such as this night, for the rest of your days.'
She snached up her fallen knife and swiped at Libis' crotch. a thin wound encircled is hip. 'Next time I shall not be so careful'
Even as she left, Libis felt a huge desire rising inside him, he knew he was dammned to an enternity of pleasure. However, the encounter was not without its blessings. Her touch had formed his old linen shirt into a beautiful enchanting garment, fit for elven royalty. He knew it was her thanks for the night and thus he smiled. Even heaven found him pleasing...
Skills:
Seduction: Libis can use both body, and mind to seduce almost any female, unless they are particularly strong-willed (or of a higher level and are unwilling). This is always active, thus, unless he makes a conscious effort he may seduce people by 'accident'. He can also dance quite well although he has a lot to learn but can use this as a seducton aid reasonably successfully.
Archer: Libis is an 'above average' archer with bows (not including crossbows)
Bladedance: Libis is 'average' with knives and long knives (not throwing knives)
Forearm Blocking: Using the bracers, Libis can block blows from most common weapons (short swords, arrows, small blunt weapons etc.) that cannot break steel, taking minimal damage to his arm.
Sexual Violence: Libis can make any move seem beautiful and can awaken sado-masochistic tendencies in his victims. If these conflict with his own desires for the situation then he will not take well to it, but usually he can adapt well to whatever the other side's expressed preference is. He doesn't mind being submissive or dominant and will choose one depending on the other's preference and his current mood.
Curse Of The Blood Angel: Libis hides a terrible secret, a pure lust within him that must be sated or it will be the end of his mind. He must be satisfied at least once every seven days or will become progressively more violent and angry, resorting to full scale rape after nine to ten days. Possibly even longer will result in worse offences but he has never had too endure this.
Equipment:
-Short Bow and Quiver: No Special Properties (Oak. Twenty oak and steel tipped arrows)
-Hunting Knife: No Special Properties (Iron)
-Grappling Hook: No Special Properties
-Ethereal Shirt: The shirt is the strength of leather and appears to flow and glimmer as water, adding to his ethereal appeal.
-Two Daggers: Hidden in his boots (Iron)
-Two Steel Bracers: No special Properties (Steel (!))
Ok, so how does it look? A little cliche I know, but still...
Name: Libis Darkthorne
Age: 19
Race: Human
Height: 6`2``
Weight: 170lbs
Appearance: Libis is a tall figure, of sinuous build. His white hair is slightly waved, with a magenta parting that veers to one side on the back of his head. The hair flows like snow to his rounded, lobed ears, though slightly lower at the back. His eyes are a shade of emerald green, round and knowing. His thin nose runs from the line of his smooth brow, to its chiselled tip just above the lips of his mouth. These are full for a man, but not excessively so, and part slightly in the middle as the corners tip upwards in a sductive half-smile. His right incisor points at a slight angle and he is self conscious about this, especially when smiling fully. His round chin protrudes over a sinuous neck, covered in the pale, tan skin of his body. It flows into two finely hewn shoulders, each sporting their fair share of muscled protrusions. The ridge of his collarbone, rises from his creamy skinned chest, running under his collar and tantalizing the observer with glimpses of the smooth delights beyond. The fine, linen shirt that fits his torso well, is obviously enchanted as it flows and shimmers across his chest, while remaning static simultaneously. Its deep, dark blue colour can only enhance he effect, giving the effect of a lake at night. A violet cape rolls across his shoulders, down to his thighs, often wrapped about him for warmth. His trouser are of the same hue as his shirt, but lacking the mystifying texture, instead a subtle silken sheen is found here, emphasising the shadows, between his thighs and running down the sides of his calves. Beneath the legs of his garments, a pair of brown leather knee-high boots cover his feet, brass buckles clasping them at the top. The seems where the soles join the main boot and the surrounding leather have been embelished with dark red, designs, of a knotted nature. Beyond the sleeves of his fanciful shirt, fingerless black leather gloves adorn his hands, reacing to his mid-forearms. On top of these, ornate steel bracers are placed to stop damage from bowstrings and to protect from sword blows to the arms. The index of his right hand sports a plaited silver band. The ring finger of his left boasts an exquisite white gold ring, with a snake design engraved into the metal, echoing his own serpentine body. This same snake, runs in tattoo form down his back from right shoulder to hip. His right hip bears a scar, terminating just below the serpent's mouth and running round to his pubic bone. As he moves, he does so seamlessly and without thought, his body making every move beautiful.
Personality: Although he is physically handsome and aware of the effect that this can have on others, Libis can be shy at first, that is if he his trying to actually establish a relationship. He is prone to flirting and non-commitment once he establishes a relationship though. He loves the feel of flesh and although he is primarily heterosexual, he is never close-minded. He is driven by the thought of where has next carnal encounter will come from and will constantly seek new flesh if he becomes bored. Although he prefers to take sex willingly from his partners and build it up to a violent and ecstatic climax, he has been known to take it forceably. He hates people who say they are looking for a fling and then look for a relationship, though if they say from the outset that they are looking for a relationship, he will take them seriously. At least for a while.
History:
Libis has always been a seducer, training in dance and other forms of seduction from a young age. He developed an eclectic dress style while he was sixteen and this was when he truly discovered his purpose in life. He spent his days working as a hunter, culling the beasts of the woods of Concordia and his nights out in various cities, seducing the local girls. He would flit from one to another, flirting, moving in and then dropping them to move on. Although he was warned against this by many people, including those he practiced on, he found a deep enjoyment of the skill. He also became accomplished sexually and soon was wanted by many of the girls he knew. Although they knew he would sooner kill himself than commit, they kept coming, insatiable, forever wanting more.
One particular night, Libis found himself talking to a beautiful redhead in the local bar. He gradually moved closer too her as the evening wore on and she was obviously losing her senses to the hormonal tide he induced. He stroked her side and ran his hand down her thigh and she was decided. They headed for his room at the tavern and were almost undressed before the bollt slammed shut on the door. Suddenly she stopped. He looked shocked, had his skills failed him this time? Then he saw the glint in her eye and knew it could not be so. She raised a finger and beckoned him forward. It was at this point, he noticed her long, trimmed nails, painted bright red to match her fiery hair. And, as he soon found out, her firey passion. She grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him onto his back on the bed. Drawing all her nails, she raked across his stomach, drawing rivulets of ruby liquid bubbling from the wounds. Then she climbed on top of him, kneeling, raised up on her legs. As she sank down, she let out a moan of pleasure. He felt warmth spread through his groin and pelvis as he entered her and, as they thrust into each other, he felt the pleasure building in his body until it was almost unbearable. Sat astride him, legs forced apart, the redheaded beauty was almost screaming in ecstasy and she sank further backwards, allowing him deeper and deeper. Suddenly she let out an earspltting scream and her eyes rolled fully back into her head. Moaning, screaming and rubbing all melded together after this for Libis. At some point, they both drew their daggers and proceeded to draw small scratches and wounds on each-other. As the pain and pleasure intensified, Libis felt as if his groin would explode. And then it did. In perfect unison, the couple let out agonised yells. Libis could feel warm, wet liquid rolling towards his thighs. The breathless yells of the orgasmic red haired girl stimulated him more, and they proceeded to reach the state again another four times over the night.
In the morning, Libis awoke in the arms of the redhead. She looked at him longingly and he felt his heart tear. She was gently rubbing his crotch and he could feel the still-wet remains of the previous night, mingling on their intertwined legs. Sweat coated his body in an oily sheen as they lay there, naked and with no need for covering. She looked at him again but he simply shook his head.
'I'm sorry...' The whisper tailed off and seemed all the more cowardly for the grey morning light that streamed through the window.
The redhead's expression changed in an instant. She was now furious and her white skin seemed to be emanating a glow, similar to that of fire.
'So you seek to seduce an angel?' She floated out of the bed and in the process regained her true form, a fiery heavenly being, beautiful and terrifying at once. 'I shall make it such that you shall hunger for such as this night, for the rest of your days.'
She snached up her fallen knife and swiped at Libis' crotch. a thin wound encircled is hip. 'Next time I shall not be so careful'
Even as she left, Libis felt a huge desire rising inside him, he knew he was dammned to an enternity of pleasure. However, the encounter was not without its blessings. Her touch had formed his old linen shirt into a beautiful enchanting garment, fit for elven royalty. He knew it was her thanks for the night and thus he smiled. Even heaven found him pleasing...
Skills:
Seduction: Libis can use both body, and mind to seduce almost any female, unless they are particularly strong-willed (or of a higher level and are unwilling). This is always active, thus, unless he makes a conscious effort he may seduce people by 'accident'. He can also dance quite well although he has a lot to learn but can use this as a seducton aid reasonably successfully.
Archer: Libis is an 'above average' archer with bows (not including crossbows)
Bladedance: Libis is 'average' with knives and long knives (not throwing knives)
Forearm Blocking: Using the bracers, Libis can block blows from most common weapons (short swords, arrows, small blunt weapons etc.) that cannot break steel, taking minimal damage to his arm.
Sexual Violence: Libis can make any move seem beautiful and can awaken sado-masochistic tendencies in his victims. If these conflict with his own desires for the situation then he will not take well to it, but usually he can adapt well to whatever the other side's expressed preference is. He doesn't mind being submissive or dominant and will choose one depending on the other's preference and his current mood.
Curse Of The Blood Angel: Libis hides a terrible secret, a pure lust within him that must be sated or it will be the end of his mind. He must be satisfied at least once every seven days or will become progressively more violent and angry, resorting to full scale rape after nine to ten days. Possibly even longer will result in worse offences but he has never had too endure this.
Equipment:
-Short Bow and Quiver: No Special Properties (Oak. Twenty oak and steel tipped arrows)
-Hunting Knife: No Special Properties (Iron)
-Grappling Hook: No Special Properties
-Ethereal Shirt: The shirt is the strength of leather and appears to flow and glimmer as water, adding to his ethereal appeal.
-Two Daggers: Hidden in his boots (Iron)
-Two Steel Bracers: No special Properties (Steel (!))
Ok, so how does it look? A little cliche I know, but still...