~ Bella Van Cysel ~ |
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War forges the soul. In some men, it forges a darkness, an unquenchable thirst for violence. For others, it forges great sadness. In a rare few, it forges an undying nobility, the likes of which is rarely seen in men. Age: 65 Height: 5'7" Weight: 184 lbs Bust: D cup Hips: 42" Bella is a soldier who nearly perished on the battlefield, and in that moment of weakness, near death, was approached by a demon, offering salvation in exchange for servitude. She struck the demon down, claiming it's power for her own, and left that battlefield a changed woman, determined to use the creature's powers to make the world a better, safer place for those too weak to do so themselves. She was knighted weeks after for rescuing near on five hundred men from that battle, men from both sides, wounded, knocked unconcious, or otherwise unable to leave without assistance. The act of nobility earned her a name and great honor, but no lands or wealth beyond that honorary title. She was, however, with the bestowing of that title, free to wander as she saw fit. And so she wandered as a questing Knight Errant, joining worthy battles, aiding those in need, and saving those who needed saving. In this way she made a name and ammassed a small fortune for herself, her faithful greatsword, Soulbiter, reforged and retempered, once bathed in the blood of a demon; now a worthy blade any knight would be proud to carry into battle. A smith of a town saved from a rampaging manticore forged her armor, quenching it in the light of the full moon, and the same villiage's priest blessed it, along with the cloak woven by the town's weaver. Her horse, Relic; a gift from a duke she stood shoulder to shoulder with in battle against orcish barbarians. The saddle... was purchased from a fine leatherworker. There is no story there. Not all pieces of gear are the result of some grand adventure, you know. Personality: Bella is a kind, but fierce soul. Her desire to see those less fortunate, strong, and lucky than her protected and nurtured is only matched by the fierce rage she channels upon seeing the less fortunate hurt or wounded. In private she is a boisterous woman, happy to be the first to raise a toast to the brave and bold, and quick to follow with vigor when such a toast is offered. Her hunger for justice is matched only by her voracious appetite, tearing into pork and foul alike like a woman posessed, as if she is convinced she will be returned to poverty and hunger at any moment. She is quite proficient at dealing with children, and quite enjoys their company from time to time. Children, to her, are the most precious thing in the world, and must be protected at all costs. She is intelligent, not book-learned, but she is no fool. Many who have assumed her merely a dumb brute have found the folly of their ways, either by fist or by steel. Biography: Born to a poor merchant family in Lübeck, Bella spent her childhood helping her parents manage their general store, stocking shelves and helping to carry shipments. She was more fortunate than many dark elf children, her parents always managed to have a meal on the table, even if it wasn't the best meal. However, of her three siblings she took the least interest in book learning, and when she came of age, she recieved her parent's blessing to join the local lord's army. She took to the life well, but as a lowborn she was forever fated to be a nameless grunt. That all changed on that one fateful day. |
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Primary kinks: Willing vore, Protective endo, soft-dom, submissive predator. pregnant prey. Roleplay Preferences (Click here for explanation)As Pred
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