Delorea_Brea

Name: Delorea Brea (Del-o-rhea Bree)
Age: 120 (early adulthood for her species)
Hair Color: White Eye Color: Red
Skin: Ashen/Blueish
Race: Drow
Breasts: DD
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 185 lbs
Gestalt Class: Gunslinger/Monk
Alignment: Neutral Evil

A few kinks of mine:

Multi-prey/Mass prey
Big bellies
Stuffing
Belching
Cruel predators
Teasing and taunting
Heavy struggling in the stomach
Cocky behavior
Femboy Preds
Facesitting and associated things


Some turn-offs:

Bodybuilders (The body type on either sex seriously turns me off)

Any bathroom stuff (Piss, shit, farting)

Non-vore scenes (They can be alright, but I'm here for vore, yes)

In-character approaches (Do not do this, ever. I am not my character)

Gore for gore's sake (Gore during digestion is fine)

TL;DR:

Delorea is a sadistic, monstrous dark elf--or Drow--who enjoys torturing innocent people and creatures for her own amusement before eating them. She comes from a race who are basically all like this. She is as she appears in her picture, has a bellybutton piercing, tight leather pants, and comfortable, practical shoes. Her hair is silver-colored, her eyes are large and dark red, her skin is slate blue, and she has an athletic, powerful body, with large breasts. Her weapons of choice are a pair of flintlock pistols, but she is a decent hand-to-hand fighter as well.

Overview

Delorea Brea is a classical--and classy--Drow. While her specific proclivities may not exactly be the type of stuff her race is known for, as typically modern technology doesn't mix very well with members of any elven race, she herself is a perfectly normal Drow. While many other races see their competitors/counterparts/opposites as worthy opponents, equals, or even friends, Drow only have two categories for non-Drow: those that are slaves, and those that are not yet slaves.

Delorea herself is rather depraved, to put it lightly, even for a Drow. Lacking the reserved, typically matriarchal stature and attitude that many other female Drow possess, Delorea instead deigns to focus on doing what she wants, when she wants, and how she wants to do it. She has honed her body through years of applied training, dozens and dozens of battles in her youth, and a myriad number of different experiences, all in three or four human lifetimes, and hers is only just getting started. She is adversarial at best, and unrelentingly cruel at worst.

As with other Drow, Delorea is naturally very tall, dexterous, and lithe, her long limbs allowing her to step among corpses with a light-footed stride and to dodge around nasty fates with ease. She is also rather thin, though by no means close to underweight. She has curves where she needs them, and none where she doesn't, showing always-tensed, deadly muscles lurking underneath her smooth skin and svelte form. She is, after all, a Gunslinger and a Monk, first and foremost.

Fighting Style

Her choice of specializations allows her to do many things well, chief among them dodge out of the way of nearly any attack with superhuman speed, unreal precision, and unmatched grace. She dances between bullets, around axes, and sashays past swords, untouched and always with perfect cadence, rarely lsoing a step. This is heightened by her being a monk, a specialist at manipulating the force of her foes to redirect them where she wants them, trip them, or even force them to hurt their allies as they swing wildly to attempt to hit her. She has uncanny reflexes and, even as it looks like one's axe will strike home in her frail, thin neck, she reappears to the side of the blow, with only a gash in her shoulder to show for a blow which should have been outright fatal.

As her opponents try to close in on her, she fills them with lead as they approach, and every hit she lands is staggering, allowing her bullets to strike home with even more accuracy. Anything she does, she does quickly--her pistol is reloaded with lightning speed, she weaves through a battlefield in an eyeblink, and can send opponents double her size onto their backs before anyone knows what happened. The bandolier she wears also allows her to store her pistols inside without a trace, as well as copious ammunition, far beyond what one would expect her to carry. Even disarming her and stealing her flintlock pistol is doomed to fail, as it is in such poor condition that only she can operate it--to all others, it is simply a useless, broken pistol.

She is not invincible, of course. Her body is as frail as any elf, and while she can weave between blows with perfect grace, all it typically takes is a single misstep and she will be left winded, torn apart or otherwise entirely screwed, to be frank. She is hardy enough, but it doesn't mean much when she takes a hit from someone twice her size or weight. She also relies mostly on peppering others with a good many shots before she takes them down, though she can drive bullets deep into their limbs and head in order to cripple them, or put a bullet clean through someone's heart if she so desires, it's just that it's less fun that way, and there's nothing she loves more than the utter suffering of an enemy.

Personality

Delorea is not a nice elf. She is cruel, adversarial, and extremely, extremely slow to make friends, as the concept of a non-drow friend is entirely foreign to her, and she's not above torturing and devouring others of her own species in the first place. At best, she initially sees others as potential slaves, meals, or playthings, and at worst, she sees them as boring, simply as vermin to be exterminated. She has been known to lead captured humans around on a choke chain through a drow cave or two in the past, or to parade a full stomach around to display a recent conquest to her oft-jealous peers, especially if a human or dwarf has sated her appetite that day, as they are her most hated foes.

Drow are nothing if not arrogant and self-serving, and Delorea fits those stereotypes to a tee, seeing herself as an untouchable goddess whose peers serve only to entertain and feed her, or to eat up a store of ammunition if they will do neither. What she does, she does for herself above all else, and religiously avoids acts of kindness and charity, stealing cups of coin from beggars on the street shortly before stealing away their lives as well, and snatching the half of stale bread from an urchin's hands just to eat it in front of him, despite how clearly well-fed she is. She has even literally stolen the coins from a dead man's eyes before. All that exists exists solely for her sake, and there are no exceptions to this rule.

Lastly, Delorea is at least somewhat personable in the company of other Drow, in that she will make attempts to talk to them aside from blatantly taunting them and insulting them. As previously stated, she isn't above torturing, maiming, devouring and otherwise humiliating them before--one of her greatest dreams is to lead a nubile Drow Noble around on a choke chain, naked, just to prove that she can. There is no low Delorea will not stoop to, no line she will not cross, and no atrocity she will not commit, if for nothing else than to make herself laugh.

Appearance

Delorea stands six-foot-eight, well above a normal human, even males, and a good amount above most common members of her species, though Nobles tend to be taller. She has ashen skin, though with a somewhat blueish tint, and bright red eyes. She has a tattoo running from the left edge of her mouth up the side of her face, to her eyebrow. Her ears are elongated and pointed at the end, with a row of gold rings in each of them and red, spherical jewel earrings at the base. Her eyes are red, and behind a pair of circular glasses. Glasses on a gunslinger? Well, Drow are quite sensitive to bright light, but see perfectly in the dark, and she wears the tinted lenses to protect her eyes.

Her breasts are, as one might expect, rather large, contained within a black silk shirt and overlaid with an ornate, bra-like top to contain her heavy chest. She also has the aforementioned bandolier slung across her torso, between her breasts. A small silver ring shines in the pit of her bellybutton, pierced at the bottom of the indent--this is a ring of protection, helping her to react and dodge more effectively. Around her slender neck hangs an amulet which gives her natural armor--namely increasing the toughness of her skin. Her bracers do much the same, and the belt and headband she wears augment her natural abilities to enhance them.

Her hips are wide, to support a pair of long, slender legs wrapped in form-fitting leather, with stitches up the sides which reach her hips. There is a thin strip of midriff between her top's cutoff and the top of her pants, which, of course, shows off her bellybutton piercing. Her legs terminate in dainty feet, typically covered with cloth boots.

Drider Form

There isn't much to say here, of course--it's Delorea as a drider, a mythical beast with the body of a spider supporting the upper body of a human, or in this case, of a Drow. She wears much less in this form, which she can shift into at will, only her bandolier across her chest to protect her dignity. She has two stomachs and a web sac in this form, allowing her to eat even more than usual, and allowing her to inject paralyzing, pleasure-inducing, and deadly venom from her fangs, as well as web her victims up with her spinneret.