~ Sister Helena ~ |
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A light in the inky night, a RainbowInTheDarK... I see a world in anger I see a world in pain Each day a different story But still the message is the same Hard news I set beside me Sweet dreams is what I need What daylight wants to show me At night, appears to be insane May I ask you in? Shall I... Shall I persuade you? |
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Height: 5'7" Weight: 194 lbs Bust: H cup (varies) Hips: 48" Orientation: Pansexual. Player prefers feminine partner characters. |
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They gave praise to Her, the Unknowable Librarian, the Keeper of Secrets, the Lady in the Dark with a Thousand Eyes. They sought ancient, dark secrets. There were many reasons. Some of them sought power. Some sought knowledge mankind had yet to learn. Other simply wanted to belong, and were swept up nonetheless. Regardless, in a tale as old as time, they decided to call out to the Dark Lady in many ways, but she did not answer, for they were as ants, crawling about her feet. Frustrated, the cult turned to the Old Magics, pioneered by generations before them for contacting such beings. Soon, the topic of sacrifice was broached. First, a goat. then a pig. Then a portion of their autumn harvest. The Lady answered these summons, but she did not give the answers the cult leaders sought. She gave them such knowledge that would better their lives, increase their crop yields, make their livestock healthier. The cult leaders were not interested in such knowledge. They sought knowledge that would make them the kings of man and god alike, dark sorceries that the world had never seen before. And so on a fateful night they decided to sacrifice to the Dark Lady a virgin. From the parish they took a young nun, lured with promises of souls to save, with holy missives and false pretenses. Once she was alone, they gagged her, bound her, stripped her, and, rather than wait for the parish to realize she was even missing, preformed the ritual. The poor girl's heart was torn from her chest, and offered up to the Dark Lady. Unfortunately for the cultists, it turned out that the Lady did not appreciate this kind of sacrifice. The cultists were stricken blind, some for a moment, some forever. Those that were not blind were stricken mad, fleeing from the ritual site babbling nonsense. It is not clear what happened that day, but the only person to walk away from that accursed ritual with her mind and body fully intact was the young nun, Sister Helena, she who the foolish old men sought to use as a pawn in their game for power. While she arrived that night a pawn, she left a queen. Her deeds after have been sadly forgotten to time, her many miracles, curing the sick, healing the injured and infirm, sheltering the homeless. She and her deeds faded into history as the Winds of Magic themselves did, leaving naught but fairytales. Now, as the Winds once again begin to blow, a woman suprisingly similar to that young nun from so long ago has founded her own church, a place to pay homage to an uncertain deity. Those that enter, like with that cult so long ago, leave differently, devoted, but in a way the old cult never did, newly empowered, secure in their own ability, calm in the face of adversity. For unlike that childish cult of old, this church grants true salvation, guidance under the uncountable eyes of the Lady. Headed by that girl so long ago chosen to bring her true message to man. One of curiosity, of excitement, of learning. Sometimes, there can be a happy ending without the knight in shining armor. |
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As pred, she can digest and reform the body, holding onto the spirit as sentient fat as her own body purifies any otherworldy taint from the prey's physical form. She is capable of spirit endo, carrying they prey's soul as part of her own body for any length of time, be it a day, a week, or forever She is by and large still human, therefore her digestion is slow. It takes nearly a full day for her stomach to ramp up enough to begin digestion, and another before the prey begins to really melt away. She is, however, inhumanly stretchy, and can take multiple prey, though this increases her digestion time with every new devotee inside her guts. She can halt her digestion, though this is straining for her. More easy is to simply heal her belly occupant's body daily, using the energy she is already gaining from digesting the body inside her. Helena will never destroy someone's soul, no matter how evil and twisted they may be. Her oath of non-violence forbids it. Speaking of her oath of non-violence, Helena is not permitted to fight back or struggle if consumed against her will. However, that does not mean she is an easy meal. Player loves struggling preds. Ideally, preds should struggle to get down her bountiful assets, both in the chest and hip region. She's a big girl, and a challenge even for an experienced pred. All that rich girlmeat tends to make a pred sluggish and unable to move easily. indigestion is optional, but adored. What is loved is description of a pred struggling to move about and do everyday tasks with all that soft girlflesh weighting them down. Depending on how she feels about the pred, Helena can make their life very uncomfortable by making herself indigestable. If she feels like being more of a good sport, she will likely allow herself to be digested, however long digestion of days to weeks is highly preferred. Really work to break down all that nun meat. Helena, unless I tell you otherwise, will reform quietly in the background after a week or two, perhaps as short as a day if the situation is dire. If I feel like this character's storyline is over, I may perma them. On to non-vore things- breeding the nun is not only allowed, but enouraged. Do understand that she cannot take care of those children, as her cloistered living makes that impossible. If you want to impregnate the nun, be prepared to deal with the consequences within that RP. Cuddles are Helena's specialty. So is handholding. You filth~ Roleplay Preferences (Click here for explanation)As PredAs Prey
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