Post by ScrambleandClick on May 27, 2016 15:21:20 GMT
Name: Zastech Thydren (pronounced: Zas-zshtech Thi-dren)
Age: Around 34
Race & Gender: Male, Half-Gryphon humanoid
Appearance: All appearances considered, he looks like your stereotypical rich bird when not on the job. He's covered from head to toe in dyed feathers ranging from gold to white to sea green to hide his humble mountain gryphon heritage. His accompanying clothing is of a similar scheme. He dresses head to toe in a rather dapper suit, careful to not appear vulnerable.
His eyes appear to be round and green, but contact lenses hide the stonier shade he was born with.
In fact, the only thing that IS something that's natural on him is those scale colors on his hands. Those've always been gold.
Personality: He's soft-spoken, but confident. Confident in the sense that he'll give you seemingly good advice, depending on if you're someone he wants you to trust in him. Catch him in private, though, and you'll find him riddled in tears. As much as he wants to see his parents, he cannot. He doesn't want to appear weak to his coworkers and his superiors.
History: His parents said, "Don't go to the city. It's a trap."
He said he'd learn how to hunt.
But his parents said, "Don't go. The purebloods already taught us how to hunt. Don't ruin it for us all."
Yet, he went anyway. He told them he'd accomplish great things. He sought not mountain cougars nor deer, but people. He figured it'd be a useful skill to acquire in case humans tried hunting his kind for their feathers.
Learned to hunt he did, but it grew worse. The organization said to him, "You won't just learn to hunt."
His ears, feathered and soft like the clouds, perked at their offer.
"You'll learn how to interrogate. You'll learn how to rule. All it takes is one sip."
So he drank it. And he drank it again. And again. And again. Anything to defend gryphonkind.
Yet... is that something to be proud of? Zastech believed so, but little does he know what his actions have wrought.
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. Not sure if he's got other methods available.
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 34
Race & Gender: Male, Half-Gryphon humanoid
Appearance: All appearances considered, he looks like your stereotypical rich bird when not on the job. He's covered from head to toe in dyed feathers ranging from gold to white to sea green to hide his humble mountain gryphon heritage. His accompanying clothing is of a similar scheme. He dresses head to toe in a rather dapper suit, careful to not appear vulnerable.
His eyes appear to be round and green, but contact lenses hide the stonier shade he was born with.
In fact, the only thing that IS something that's natural on him is those scale colors on his hands. Those've always been gold.
Personality: He's soft-spoken, but confident. Confident in the sense that he'll give you seemingly good advice, depending on if you're someone he wants you to trust in him. Catch him in private, though, and you'll find him riddled in tears. As much as he wants to see his parents, he cannot. He doesn't want to appear weak to his coworkers and his superiors.
History: His parents said, "Don't go to the city. It's a trap."
He said he'd learn how to hunt.
But his parents said, "Don't go. The purebloods already taught us how to hunt. Don't ruin it for us all."
Yet, he went anyway. He told them he'd accomplish great things. He sought not mountain cougars nor deer, but people. He figured it'd be a useful skill to acquire in case humans tried hunting his kind for their feathers.
Learned to hunt he did, but it grew worse. The organization said to him, "You won't just learn to hunt."
His ears, feathered and soft like the clouds, perked at their offer.
"You'll learn how to interrogate. You'll learn how to rule. All it takes is one sip."
So he drank it. And he drank it again. And again. And again. Anything to defend gryphonkind.
Yet... is that something to be proud of? Zastech believed so, but little does he know what his actions have wrought.
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. Not sure if he's got other methods available.
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.
- Zastech is part of the information section of the special task force. He'll NEVER tell you this, though there maybe people who already know him.
- While there ARE vore preferences here, I'm actually okay with this guy getting left out if there's an imbalance in pred/prey numbers when main event occurs.
- Impromptu history content has controversial content. You've been warned. Controversial content includes spirituality and speciesism issues.