Post by thecountalucard on Jun 1, 2016 23:03:16 GMT
Name: Bek ("Beck" when he's pretending as human.)
Age: 45, appears to be 20.
Race & Gender: Crocodile-spirit, male.
Appearance: Bek stands roughly ten feet tall at his full height, weighing in at over one ton of terrifying, muscular bulk. His features are a fearsome amalgam of man and crocodilian; mottled green scales armor his body under a stretched T-shirt, a muscular elongated jaw filled with sharp teeth twisted into a disturbingly-human smile, a tail longer than the rest of his body twitches to the beat of the music. Scraggly black and brown hair gets "combed" by a pass of his stubby, clawed hands when it gets in his yellow eyes.
Personality: Bek has a bad habit of thinking with his gut first, but he's willing to think and even be somewhat-clever when it suits him. Still, his hunger and his darker lusts tends to result in his relationship with girls being very short-term. As a spirit, he's also somewhat-unimpressed with the supposed personhood of the women he consumes.
He's also got a surprisingly sensitive and secretive nerdy side, but he seldom comes out of his shell regarding that, since even a spirit can be hurt by mockery. He also loves music, poetry, and cooking, though given his monstrous appetite he often considers it to be seldom worth the time; be warned, if you offer to cook for him, you'd best make enough, or find yourself next on the menu.
History: Spirits are few in these modern days; Bek was "born" of a confluence of occult events in the nearby river over forty years ago, and has only seldom made forays into the world of mortals since then. During those times he discovered he is able to "scrunch" himself up; while still not unobtrusive, he is able to pass as a freakishly large human with a really bad skin condition. This is also when he discovered his appetite for flesh - particularly female flesh - and learned to his dismay that he could not compress away his crocodilian nature with a full belly. Luckily he escaped to the river with only a few mortals witnessing, and them unsure of what they saw.
Last week a pamphlet for the convention fell into his river; the chance at an easy meal intrigued him.
Other: Bek possesses a bevy of small powers as a river spirit, including raising and lowering the waters of his river. Unbeknownst to even Bek, his tears possess healing capabilities, and certain rare and occult tunes can render him into a strange trance in which he is easily suggested. Last but not least, his life is tied to the river; if he spends more than a month away from it, he will die.
Preferences: Oral vore, hard or soft, willing or unwilling, though my preferences fall far toward the "soft, unwilling" side. Lots of wiggling and struggling preferred, with at most a little digestion before cutting to black or otherwise changing focus. Cooking is okay, but even that I want to keep relatively non-gory. Sex is good if it fits the scene, but is by no means a must.
Big No's: Scat/Watersports, anal or other types of vore, overly bloody or gory descriptions.
Age: 45, appears to be 20.
Race & Gender: Crocodile-spirit, male.
Appearance: Bek stands roughly ten feet tall at his full height, weighing in at over one ton of terrifying, muscular bulk. His features are a fearsome amalgam of man and crocodilian; mottled green scales armor his body under a stretched T-shirt, a muscular elongated jaw filled with sharp teeth twisted into a disturbingly-human smile, a tail longer than the rest of his body twitches to the beat of the music. Scraggly black and brown hair gets "combed" by a pass of his stubby, clawed hands when it gets in his yellow eyes.
Personality: Bek has a bad habit of thinking with his gut first, but he's willing to think and even be somewhat-clever when it suits him. Still, his hunger and his darker lusts tends to result in his relationship with girls being very short-term. As a spirit, he's also somewhat-unimpressed with the supposed personhood of the women he consumes.
He's also got a surprisingly sensitive and secretive nerdy side, but he seldom comes out of his shell regarding that, since even a spirit can be hurt by mockery. He also loves music, poetry, and cooking, though given his monstrous appetite he often considers it to be seldom worth the time; be warned, if you offer to cook for him, you'd best make enough, or find yourself next on the menu.
History: Spirits are few in these modern days; Bek was "born" of a confluence of occult events in the nearby river over forty years ago, and has only seldom made forays into the world of mortals since then. During those times he discovered he is able to "scrunch" himself up; while still not unobtrusive, he is able to pass as a freakishly large human with a really bad skin condition. This is also when he discovered his appetite for flesh - particularly female flesh - and learned to his dismay that he could not compress away his crocodilian nature with a full belly. Luckily he escaped to the river with only a few mortals witnessing, and them unsure of what they saw.
Last week a pamphlet for the convention fell into his river; the chance at an easy meal intrigued him.
Other: Bek possesses a bevy of small powers as a river spirit, including raising and lowering the waters of his river. Unbeknownst to even Bek, his tears possess healing capabilities, and certain rare and occult tunes can render him into a strange trance in which he is easily suggested. Last but not least, his life is tied to the river; if he spends more than a month away from it, he will die.
Preferences: Oral vore, hard or soft, willing or unwilling, though my preferences fall far toward the "soft, unwilling" side. Lots of wiggling and struggling preferred, with at most a little digestion before cutting to black or otherwise changing focus. Cooking is okay, but even that I want to keep relatively non-gory. Sex is good if it fits the scene, but is by no means a must.
Big No's: Scat/Watersports, anal or other types of vore, overly bloody or gory descriptions.