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Name: Lori
Species: Shape-shifting alien. Appears as an anthro raccoon. Her apparent species is completely negotiable.
Gender: Female by default. Will happily play as male or herm on request.
Age: 23
Height: Variable. 7'10" on average. Willing to change size on request to suit partner's needs.
Weight: Variable. 200 lbs (Slender for her height.) Willing to change this to suit partner's needs. Also a fan of weight gain!
Lori and her kin are a race of man-sized, amoeba-like like aliens that shift into solid forms to hunt. They are a young race, much younger then Earth's indigenous peoples. They're slaves to their primitive, bestial instincts but at the same time posses a deadly intellect. They can be found in two forms; one in which they are made of solid flesh and bone like any other fur and the other in which they allow themselves to relax into a loose collection of cytoplasm, forming a goo-girl sort of creature.
After having chanced upon a garbage dump of advanced technology left on their home world by an older race reverently referred to as the Precursors, they trash picked their way from savage cavemen to an atomic age, space-faring society in a few hundred years. They then went on to strip their home system of all other life forms in their endless quest to feed. To stave off rampant cannibalism and ensure peace between the tribes they now hop from system to system in motherships cobbled together out of junk, devouring all in their path. Thousands of species have met their ends inside an alien gut. Years ago, they crash landed in an earth swamp. Now it's our turn to feed them...
As an alien evolved in a place much unlike Earth, Lori's native appearance is seemingly unnatural and abhorrent to most Earth creatures. In an attempt to keep prey in the dark as to their true nature, Lori's species will instinctively assume the appearance of their first meal upon entering a new environment. In Lori's case, this just so happened to be a raccoon. This is the form you'll most likely make first contact with.
In this form, Lori is covered in soft, gray fur with all of the standard raccoon markings. The most prominent are the patches of black around her paws. The ones at her feet extend up to a few inches past her knees, resembling a pair of knee socks. The ones at her hands extend from the tips of her fingers to about two thirds of the way to her elbow, resembling a pair of dress gloves.
Her hands are styled after a human's, albeit covered in dark fur and with a soft, pink paw pad in her palm. Her feet are quite large for her size and heavily resemble a kitten's, with soft pink pads on the sole and each of her four toes.
She has a raccoon's mask around her eyes, which themselves are an otherworldly shade of purple. Above them rest a pair of long, gorgeous lashes that have been the death of many a smitten man or woman; a skilled, flirtatious flutter often has the same effect as a siren's call. They perfectly accent her slender muzzle and delicate, youthful facial features. In a word, she's adorable.
Her tail is long and fluffy, ringed of course. There's something just a bit eerie about it, in that it's much longer and more flexible then a raccoon's properly should be. It seems to undulate behind her as if alive. Staring at it too long might give one the chills, almost like an image distorted to the point of being creepy in a funhouse mirror. Prey should be wary of coming too close as this as it is in actuality a feeding appendage capable of coiling around prey to subdue them or even slurping them up outright!
In terms of build, Lori is fit, of average weight and with plenty of curves. Her forelimbs are long and graceful. Her legs are athletic and powerful, built for pursuing and seducing prey. Her thighs are thick and firm, her rump very prominent, round and perfectly shaped. She has an hourglass figure, with wide hips and a slender but strongly built tummy. Her breasts are quite large, each easily bigger around then a grown man's head. They're very perky, despite their weight.
In her native alien form, Lori keeps her general build but loses all of her fur and markings. In this form she is essentially a raccoon shaped goo girl. Her flesh takes on the consistency of jello. It's soft, pliable and jelly-like to the touch. It's perfectly translucent with a purple tinge. Her entire digestive tract can be seen as a hollow, convoluted tube from her esophagus all the way down to the exit at her rear. It resembles a normal person's digestive tract in all ways save for being see-through and also functions as such. It digests prey, rather then absorbing them (although I do like absorption too!)
Basically, this form does anything you'd expect a goo girl to do. More detail as I flesh this feature out.
Lori's people evolved in an ancient, resource poor system. The system had been inhabited previously by an advanced race that had come and gone, stripping most planets of their valuble minerals in the process. In the Precursor's time, Lori's planet had been nothing but an icy moon, one of several orbiting a gas giant. It was freezing cold and inhospitible to life and for that reason was singled out and used as a dump.
All manner of advanced technology had ended up there through the centuries, including the genetically modified bio-waste that Lori would eventually descend from. It started out innocently enough: Lori's race began as a form of yeast meant to ferment up the Precursor's favorite alcoholic brew. It's genome was mostly piecemeal, with bits of code taken from a cornucopia of fruits and fungi that spanned many systems. The Precursors were renowned drinkers and demanded only the best grog, so Lori's ancestors were bequeathed with a very large genetic toolbox. It's for this reason that the evolution of the species happened at the break-neck speed at which it did.
Within centuries of the Precursor's departure from the system the alien sun had begun to exhaust it's fuel and enter a new stage of it's life. It expanded in size, causing the orbits of its planets to become gravitationally perturbed. The inner planets were swallowed up whole, while Lori's home gas giant edged closer to the dim star, sliding into a comfortable orbit that began to warm its moons.
Lori's planet thawed. Ice melted, revealing the rocky core beneath and forming oceans. Having already been seeded with foreign DNA, life took hold instantaneously. Within just a few thousand years it had gone multicellular. Lori's race quickly evolved into amoeba-like critters and raced to the top of the food chain, engulfing all that their gooey tendrils could wrap around. Over the years they just got bigger and bigger, though never really any more complex. As other lifeforms evolved new, more adaptive bodies Lori's race responded by becoming smarter. This was often done by absorbing the prey's improved genes directly from the digested soup of lysed cells in their bellies, much like amoebae on Earth.
Within tens of thousands of years they had gone from single celled organism to blobs of goo the size of goats with the smarts of a brainy chimpanzee. Tool use came naturally to them, being equipped with gooey tendrils adapted for ensnaring prey ensured that they needn't wait around for the evolution of something as complex as paws and opposable thumbs. Luckily, they were fortunate enough that many of the advanced technologies found in the Precursor's dumping sites still functioned. Through trash picking, these creatures acquired an atomic culture at a relative age at which Earth's peoples were still hunting with spears and stone knives.
Unfortunately for them and everyone else around them, Lori's race hadn't had time to develop a sense of responsibility to go along with their technical prowess. High tech weapons and capture systems allowed them to hunt all other forms of life to extinction. Modern medicine and easy access to shelter caused the population to boom. The planet ran out of food and the various tribes began to prey on each other. They had outgrown their home.
This was the impetus to take to the stars. Travel from moon to moon in a jovian system is quite trivial, easily accomplished with technology as simple as Earth's Apollo missions. The Precursors had dumped wrecked spacecraft in abundance on Lori's moon and with much of the hard work already done for them her people quickly managed to colonize the rest of their gas giant's moons. Each moon and it's unique ecosystem sustained the culture for exponentially shorter periods of time as the number of hungry aliens continued to skyrocket. They stripped each new home bare like vultures dining on flesh, leaving only bone behind. Thousands of species met their end inside the belly of a greedy alien. Soon, nothing remained. It was time for them to leave the nest and explore other regions of space.
A mass exodus took place, a grand mission to search the galaxy for yummy things to eat. The race was scattered to the wind in rickety, makeshift motherships cobbled together out of junk. Most would starve to death in deep space or orbiting uninhabited systems. A lucky few, like Lori's clan, would crash land on ripe new hunting grounds. Specifically, a sleepy little backwater town in the Pine Barrens, New Jersey.
The last contact from that town all those years ago was a telegram remarking on an odd green-tailed meteor crashing into the swamp. Nothing has been heard since. Curious explorers who have ventured into the area have never returned. A marked absence of wildlife has also been noted. The local flora has taken on warped, mutated forms and grown in at an usually fast pace. This confluence of factors leads most to believe that a radioactive metal scattered over the town the night that meteor impacted and it's since been quarantined. Lori and her kin know the truth, though: All the townsfolk, along with any living thing that moved, were rendered down into extraterrestrial fertilizer that night. It is now the site of a thriving alien colony, hungering and laying in wait for a shot at the buffet that is Earth.
((Did you read this whole thing to the end? I've always wondered if people actually give a hoot about long blocks of flavor text. If you did read it all, let me know! I've got a special prize just for diligent readers.))
All manner of advanced technology had ended up there through the centuries, including the genetically modified bio-waste that Lori would eventually descend from. It started out innocently enough: Lori's race began as a form of yeast meant to ferment up the Precursor's favorite alcoholic brew. It's genome was mostly piecemeal, with bits of code taken from a cornucopia of fruits and fungi that spanned many systems. The Precursors were renowned drinkers and demanded only the best grog, so Lori's ancestors were bequeathed with a very large genetic toolbox. It's for this reason that the evolution of the species happened at the break-neck speed at which it did.
Within centuries of the Precursor's departure from the system the alien sun had begun to exhaust it's fuel and enter a new stage of it's life. It expanded in size, causing the orbits of its planets to become gravitationally perturbed. The inner planets were swallowed up whole, while Lori's home gas giant edged closer to the dim star, sliding into a comfortable orbit that began to warm its moons.
Lori's planet thawed. Ice melted, revealing the rocky core beneath and forming oceans. Having already been seeded with foreign DNA, life took hold instantaneously. Within just a few thousand years it had gone multicellular. Lori's race quickly evolved into amoeba-like critters and raced to the top of the food chain, engulfing all that their gooey tendrils could wrap around. Over the years they just got bigger and bigger, though never really any more complex. As other lifeforms evolved new, more adaptive bodies Lori's race responded by becoming smarter. This was often done by absorbing the prey's improved genes directly from the digested soup of lysed cells in their bellies, much like amoebae on Earth.
Within tens of thousands of years they had gone from single celled organism to blobs of goo the size of goats with the smarts of a brainy chimpanzee. Tool use came naturally to them, being equipped with gooey tendrils adapted for ensnaring prey ensured that they needn't wait around for the evolution of something as complex as paws and opposable thumbs. Luckily, they were fortunate enough that many of the advanced technologies found in the Precursor's dumping sites still functioned. Through trash picking, these creatures acquired an atomic culture at a relative age at which Earth's peoples were still hunting with spears and stone knives.
Unfortunately for them and everyone else around them, Lori's race hadn't had time to develop a sense of responsibility to go along with their technical prowess. High tech weapons and capture systems allowed them to hunt all other forms of life to extinction. Modern medicine and easy access to shelter caused the population to boom. The planet ran out of food and the various tribes began to prey on each other. They had outgrown their home.
This was the impetus to take to the stars. Travel from moon to moon in a jovian system is quite trivial, easily accomplished with technology as simple as Earth's Apollo missions. The Precursors had dumped wrecked spacecraft in abundance on Lori's moon and with much of the hard work already done for them her people quickly managed to colonize the rest of their gas giant's moons. Each moon and it's unique ecosystem sustained the culture for exponentially shorter periods of time as the number of hungry aliens continued to skyrocket. They stripped each new home bare like vultures dining on flesh, leaving only bone behind. Thousands of species met their end inside the belly of a greedy alien. Soon, nothing remained. It was time for them to leave the nest and explore other regions of space.
A mass exodus took place, a grand mission to search the galaxy for yummy things to eat. The race was scattered to the wind in rickety, makeshift motherships cobbled together out of junk. Most would starve to death in deep space or orbiting uninhabited systems. A lucky few, like Lori's clan, would crash land on ripe new hunting grounds. Specifically, a sleepy little backwater town in the Pine Barrens, New Jersey.
The last contact from that town all those years ago was a telegram remarking on an odd green-tailed meteor crashing into the swamp. Nothing has been heard since. Curious explorers who have ventured into the area have never returned. A marked absence of wildlife has also been noted. The local flora has taken on warped, mutated forms and grown in at an usually fast pace. This confluence of factors leads most to believe that a radioactive metal scattered over the town the night that meteor impacted and it's since been quarantined. Lori and her kin know the truth, though: All the townsfolk, along with any living thing that moved, were rendered down into extraterrestrial fertilizer that night. It is now the site of a thriving alien colony, hungering and laying in wait for a shot at the buffet that is Earth.
((Did you read this whole thing to the end? I've always wondered if people actually give a hoot about long blocks of flavor text. If you did read it all, let me know! I've got a special prize just for diligent readers.))
(These listed preferences are just a guideline about what I enjoy. Not all of them are mandatory, if you see something here that turns you off then we don't have to play with that theme. These are just here to hopefully spark interest in types of scenes that I want to see. I am open to more then just these few things. If you have an idea for me just ask! Chances are I'll be up for it.)
* Considerate players who read ALL of my preferences and keep them in mind accordingly. I love to please my partners, so if you keep me happy it's likely that I'll return the favor. If there's something here you don't like I won't force you to do it. All I ask in return is that you don't do something I list here as something I don't like or want. I.E. Reformation or short posts.
* Verbose players who post 5-8 lines per post. That's one medium sized paragraph. It doesn't have to be a book, in fact I'd prefer posts didn't get much longer then 5-8 lines, but I do appreciate players who go into detail. Detail is what pleases me! Please, no one-liners or multi-paragraph play. All I ask is that my partner tries his or her best to match my output. If my posts are consistently longer then yours by a lot, I'm going to start wondering if you're enjoying our scene or if you're just not having any fun at all. And that isn't fun, is it?
* Scenes that are set up in OOC whispers BEFORE they begin! If a kink is going to feature in a scene I'd like to discuss it beforehand, to ensure that both parties are into it and have no problems with it being included. This keeps either of us from walking away disappointed. Not every little detail needs to be planned out in advance, but if for example if you decide to take a dump on my chest in the middle of a romp without telling me first I'm going to be a little PO'd. The name of the game is mutual agreement and satisfaction.
* Fatal vore with digestion! All vore in which someone is devoured will be fatal, digestion will occur, and it's usually going to be unwilling. You might be able to convince me to do willing or non-fatal but don't count on it; at the very least it's going to require some bargaining for the inclusion of my other kinks. It can happen... But rarely does. Normally and unless a bargain is made, any prey that doesn't digest (except during unbirth, where not digesting is acceptable), doesn't die after digesting or reforms at any time during the scene is a complete turn-off. Detail during digestion is the prey's responsibility. I provide you with the environment, you detail what happens to you in it. Vivid description is a plus! Not every scene I play in must be fatal, but the majority of scenes in which someone is eaten will be!!
* Goo stuffing. Lori often finds herself with a bit of extra prey weight. What better way to dispose of this then to share it with another prey before the meal? Anything involving pumping another character full of goo is a major like of mine. I love to see round, goo filled bellies or even prey digesting that goo and turning it to flab. As a bonus, Lori's cytoplasm naturally contains ethanol as a result of her unique biology and prey can get drunk on it if they so desire. Which leads us to...
* Drunk prey! As a descendant of a yeast-like organism Lori contains alcohol! This comes in handy for stupefying prey before the kill. If you like exotic drinks you're free to take a sip of Lori. She may even force you, if that's your thing. Drunk prey are adorable and easy to catch. Prey would be wise not to challenge this girl to a high stakes drinking contest.
* Goo sex. Kind of self explanatory. Goo girls are flexible in all the right ways! Bonus points for cum inflation, hyper-endowed characters of any gender, muscular males or herms, horses or canines. The kinkier the better, but run your plans by me first.
* Constriction and tight places. Could be with a tail, a big gooey womb or stomach, even a cocoon of slime. Anything tight I love.
* Weight gain. Love to fatten my prey up, or turn them to fat myself. Fans of WG and fat characters be sure to give me a holler!
* Graphic digestion in a see-through pred. Lori's tract is invisible for a reason... Of course, don't let me scare you away folks! If you don't like graphic digestion then we can leave the gory parts out. Just negotiate with me first and let me know where your limits are, I'll work with you on it. For those totally opposed to seeing the pred actually digest, Lori can eat you while in her opaque raccoon form.
* Goo babies. Lori is an alien. Aliens like to impregnate things... Don't worry, no chest bursters here. But for folks who are into it, Lori IS able to implant a belly stretching goo creature into you. Pregnancy in general is a theme I enjoy very much, from both sides.
* Being drank! Yes, friends... The big mean alien sometimes finds herself playing the role of prey. Surprising, isn't it? Any preds with a thirst for a big, tall glass of goo girl and the stomach capacity to handle her are welcome to give it a shot. I love to see Lori slurped down. She's delicious, too!
* Much more. If you have an idea, I want to hear it! Not all ideas will tickle my fancy, but some may. The worst that can happen is that I'll say no. I'm very open though, so chances are good that I'll say yes!