Post by Houyo on Jun 1, 2016 5:30:55 GMT
-Name: Leon Squalgut
-Age: 22
-Race & Gender: Demi Lion Boy
-Appearance: A tall dark skinned man with a wild mane of hair that matched the deep tone of his skin. He's rather lithe despite his height, walking with a regal limberness that hides how powerfully fit he is. His well maintained mane of hair crowns his head like a crown that can not be tamed. His outfit was a simple affair, yet fit him like a glove. Behind him swayed a thick lion's tail that he made no effort to hide, the thick bush of hair at the end heavy enough to thump against the ground if he wanted it too. His eyes could narrow into feline slits, his fangs were hidden behind a self assured smile, and his claws were left to display for anybody who needed to know he had them.
-Personality: Confidence. Absolute knowledge that he was the top of the food chain. Dragons? Spirits? They all meant little to him. He was a king. He didn't have to prove it to anybody because he was the highest authority there was. Every person who walked by was his subject, anything he laid his eyes upon was rightfully his. The world belonged to him and he was just gracious enough to share it. He didn't even mind letting others think they owned a piece of it. After all, he owned them. Whether they knew it or not. Which meant when he was hungry that it was morally responsible for him to convert whoever he felt like into muscle and fat on his body. If he saw some lovely lass that deserved to have her belly swollen with his children then she should be grateful when he took her. He was a cat after all. He did what he wanted.
He was the king. And the king's will was law.
-History: Leon was rich, though not from work. No, he was above work. He simply knew how to get what he wanted. If there was a penthouse apartment he liked then all he needed was his charisma and wiles and the woman who owned it would gladly share. If he felt there wasn't enough room for the both of them then he always had space in his gut for her. And like her, her possessions could be liquidated as his whims desired. Of course, this was only one way the king kept himself occupied. Whether it was the most regal balls high society had to offer, the wild night clubs of the masses, a calm afternoon at the park, or a stroll down a busy street, he knew how to find what he was looking for and enjoy it. Which meant that whatever lady caught his eye either wound up in him or under him. It was a coin flip whether he kept her around to father another child for him or if he kept her around as a layer on his waistline. After all, he had to do something to with all those empty homes he left behind. Letting a girl have the honor of raising his progeny in them was as good a use as any.
But despite his adeptness at getting what he wants, he also favors the challenge of games and hunts. And so when he heard about the convention it sounded like a thrilling time.
-Preferences: I love vore of call kinds so I'm open to alternative consumption. Love M/F and playing predator, gurgling girls up either casually or with vivid and brutal description. Sexy times are greatly enjoyed, but expect his seed to be very persistent if the girl survives a romp with him. AKA I'm a big fan of impregnation. Can either be addressed or left out, but if you want to throw in themes with pregnancy then I've got a plethora of kinks to throw in there too (This includes pregnant prey if you're interested). Also greatly enjoy transformation and absorption. Also a big fan of post vore, including weight gain and disposal. Also definitely enjoy soul vore. And in case you haven't been able to tell from the profile this character is very much on the dom side.
-Big No's: No big noes at the moment. Feel free to ask if there's any concerns~
-Age: 22
-Race & Gender: Demi Lion Boy
-Appearance: A tall dark skinned man with a wild mane of hair that matched the deep tone of his skin. He's rather lithe despite his height, walking with a regal limberness that hides how powerfully fit he is. His well maintained mane of hair crowns his head like a crown that can not be tamed. His outfit was a simple affair, yet fit him like a glove. Behind him swayed a thick lion's tail that he made no effort to hide, the thick bush of hair at the end heavy enough to thump against the ground if he wanted it too. His eyes could narrow into feline slits, his fangs were hidden behind a self assured smile, and his claws were left to display for anybody who needed to know he had them.
-Personality: Confidence. Absolute knowledge that he was the top of the food chain. Dragons? Spirits? They all meant little to him. He was a king. He didn't have to prove it to anybody because he was the highest authority there was. Every person who walked by was his subject, anything he laid his eyes upon was rightfully his. The world belonged to him and he was just gracious enough to share it. He didn't even mind letting others think they owned a piece of it. After all, he owned them. Whether they knew it or not. Which meant when he was hungry that it was morally responsible for him to convert whoever he felt like into muscle and fat on his body. If he saw some lovely lass that deserved to have her belly swollen with his children then she should be grateful when he took her. He was a cat after all. He did what he wanted.
He was the king. And the king's will was law.
-History: Leon was rich, though not from work. No, he was above work. He simply knew how to get what he wanted. If there was a penthouse apartment he liked then all he needed was his charisma and wiles and the woman who owned it would gladly share. If he felt there wasn't enough room for the both of them then he always had space in his gut for her. And like her, her possessions could be liquidated as his whims desired. Of course, this was only one way the king kept himself occupied. Whether it was the most regal balls high society had to offer, the wild night clubs of the masses, a calm afternoon at the park, or a stroll down a busy street, he knew how to find what he was looking for and enjoy it. Which meant that whatever lady caught his eye either wound up in him or under him. It was a coin flip whether he kept her around to father another child for him or if he kept her around as a layer on his waistline. After all, he had to do something to with all those empty homes he left behind. Letting a girl have the honor of raising his progeny in them was as good a use as any.
But despite his adeptness at getting what he wants, he also favors the challenge of games and hunts. And so when he heard about the convention it sounded like a thrilling time.
-Preferences: I love vore of call kinds so I'm open to alternative consumption. Love M/F and playing predator, gurgling girls up either casually or with vivid and brutal description. Sexy times are greatly enjoyed, but expect his seed to be very persistent if the girl survives a romp with him. AKA I'm a big fan of impregnation. Can either be addressed or left out, but if you want to throw in themes with pregnancy then I've got a plethora of kinks to throw in there too (This includes pregnant prey if you're interested). Also greatly enjoy transformation and absorption. Also a big fan of post vore, including weight gain and disposal. Also definitely enjoy soul vore. And in case you haven't been able to tell from the profile this character is very much on the dom side.
-Big No's: No big noes at the moment. Feel free to ask if there's any concerns~