Post by ScrambleandClick on Jun 7, 2016 5:43:26 GMT
Name: Aulk Sol Gest (Nickname: Aul Sol)
Age: Around 28 or older appearance wise, much older than that biologically
Race & Gender: Male, Half-Dragon humanoid (...ish. Some may tell you he qualifies as an alien)
Appearance: When passing by the dragon man, you'd almost mistake him for a woman. His hips and shoulders are curvaceous and prominent. Long, wavy blue hair bounces behind his back. And his eyes are a sleek, piercing silver. The feminine dragon man is dressed from head to toe in glittering, dark purple garbs laced with gold. Along his shins, forearms, and tail are purple plates that shine blue, pulsating with wicked red-magenta energy.
Despite not being a fox nor a cat, his ears are long, pointy, and blue. At each side of his head near his ears are black horns with intricate markings. On first glance, you could mistake those horns for the puffy parts of headphones.
If you stare too long, you can see crystalline feathers of a similar shade decorating his ankles, wrists, and back. And faces. Please gods, no, why?
Personality: If there's two words that can accurately describe Aul Sol, they're flirtatious and dangerous. He isn't shy to make the moves on someone that interests him for... reasons. Bad reasons. Also, attention whore. If he can get publicity, then he'll shriek it from the rooftops. Paradoxically, those that interest him for normal reasons are the ones he's likely to avoid out of shame.
History: "History, history? Nonono, there's no history to be learned about me. Go on, shoo, shoo! Enjoy life while you can." He says.
But you look back at his name. That name can't be right. Aul Sol. You run it past your lips again. It's pronounced like the Au in Aurum, but it makes no difference. It's just a cute way to say "All Souls" as a name.
Has he swallowed the sun, you wonder? "No," he tells you. "That's too spicy. Too airy."
How about a sun god? He chuckles and replies, "That's more of my style. But you have a rather wild imagination if you're already pondering that. Toodles, crazy."
You wave back, only to find your arms bound to your sides. The wet, suffocating embrace climbs up your shoulders until it swallows the last of the sun's light. Even though the flesh deafens you, you manage to hear these words from within:
"Now where is that convention? It's supposed to be here, but they placed the checkpoint somewhere else. Why can't they keep things simple?"
Now, if the dragon were actually serious with you, you would've heard him rave about keeping his last victim from here, Artemis' sister, from the convention alive for days inside his gut if he knew you treasured your sibling(s). If there was any saving grace, it was two things:
Preferences: For vore, digestion, fatality, and soul vore are highly preferred (with some hints of weight gain). If graphic, extended digestion is permitted, I'll generally lean towards that rather than implied digestion.
Methods of vore preferred are oral, tail, absorption via electrifying from the inside out, and making your own stomach digest yourself. That sounds fun, doesn't it?
Sex is okay, but generally not preferred if it takes precedence over the vore.
Big No's: Underage partners (context sensitive, but typically no), blood (distracts me because I want to get a mop), hard vore (same reason as blood), scat/watersports (I prefer to play preds that have efficient digestive systems)
Misc:
Age: Around 28 or older appearance wise, much older than that biologically
Race & Gender: Male, Half-Dragon humanoid (...ish. Some may tell you he qualifies as an alien)
Appearance: When passing by the dragon man, you'd almost mistake him for a woman. His hips and shoulders are curvaceous and prominent. Long, wavy blue hair bounces behind his back. And his eyes are a sleek, piercing silver. The feminine dragon man is dressed from head to toe in glittering, dark purple garbs laced with gold. Along his shins, forearms, and tail are purple plates that shine blue, pulsating with wicked red-magenta energy.
Despite not being a fox nor a cat, his ears are long, pointy, and blue. At each side of his head near his ears are black horns with intricate markings. On first glance, you could mistake those horns for the puffy parts of headphones.
If you stare too long, you can see crystalline feathers of a similar shade decorating his ankles, wrists, and back. And faces. Please gods, no, why?
Personality: If there's two words that can accurately describe Aul Sol, they're flirtatious and dangerous. He isn't shy to make the moves on someone that interests him for... reasons. Bad reasons. Also, attention whore. If he can get publicity, then he'll shriek it from the rooftops. Paradoxically, those that interest him for normal reasons are the ones he's likely to avoid out of shame.
History: "History, history? Nonono, there's no history to be learned about me. Go on, shoo, shoo! Enjoy life while you can." He says.
But you look back at his name. That name can't be right. Aul Sol. You run it past your lips again. It's pronounced like the Au in Aurum, but it makes no difference. It's just a cute way to say "All Souls" as a name.
Has he swallowed the sun, you wonder? "No," he tells you. "That's too spicy. Too airy."
How about a sun god? He chuckles and replies, "That's more of my style. But you have a rather wild imagination if you're already pondering that. Toodles, crazy."
You wave back, only to find your arms bound to your sides. The wet, suffocating embrace climbs up your shoulders until it swallows the last of the sun's light. Even though the flesh deafens you, you manage to hear these words from within:
"Now where is that convention? It's supposed to be here, but they placed the checkpoint somewhere else. Why can't they keep things simple?"
Now, if the dragon were actually serious with you, you would've heard him rave about keeping his last victim from here, Artemis' sister, from the convention alive for days inside his gut if he knew you treasured your sibling(s). If there was any saving grace, it was two things:
- The fact Aul Sol's an irregular at the conventions.
- The fact that digesting a meal writhing in agony lasts him for more days than your typical prey.
Preferences: For vore, digestion, fatality, and soul vore are highly preferred (with some hints of weight gain). If graphic, extended digestion is permitted, I'll generally lean towards that rather than implied digestion.
Methods of vore preferred are oral, tail, absorption via electrifying from the inside out, and making your own stomach digest yourself. That sounds fun, doesn't it?
Sex is okay, but generally not preferred if it takes precedence over the vore.
Big No's: Underage partners (context sensitive, but typically no), blood (distracts me because I want to get a mop), hard vore (same reason as blood), scat/watersports (I prefer to play preds that have efficient digestive systems)
Misc:
- There IS a chance for endo/no-vore, but you have to find it out ICly. Because character.
- He needs the body and soul of his prey. Unlike Ivvie, he's doesn't give a flipping shit about trying to police others except when it bothers him.
- Impromptu scene history maybe generated.
- Aul Sol won't complain about needing to eat people to live. Why? Don't ask. Seriously, you WON'T be getting an answer out of him about this. Incredibly hard to earn trust about this.
- I don't particularly mind if this one doesn't get paired with a prey. If he does, dandy! If not, well oh well.
- Most of his abilities that aren't vore related (the super strength, nasty high endurance, and the inability to suffocate) are electric related. EG: typical shocks, accelerating organ growth, body hijacking, etc. It's likely these'll never be used. You must've noticed a lot of these are related to manipulating flesh. FLESH BENDER!