Meryl is a dark elf in the modern world. Like so many of her kind, she fits into the world rather well, and has found her calling. Turns out she's really good at spinning a yarn, weaving introcate stories for tabletop games.
When she's not DMing, or at the gym, she's likely out on a food run or in the game shop, scoping out her next tabletop, and casing future meals while she's at it.
Ideas:
You asked Meryl on a date. Things go well! She's surprisingly shy. It's even more surprising when she takes you back to her place, when things get hot and heavy. But you hear the telltale grumbling of a stomach. Should've stopped at that Wendy's, my dude.
You help Meryl go shopping for new clothes. Her unique proportions make this difficult. You made a dumb comment about her weight and the problem is about to get worse when you add to it / You enable her by pointing out cute prey!
You're a fellow elf. She's become infatuated with you! But you've already got a girlfriend! Wait, was her ass always that big? And why won't your girlfriend pick up your calls?!
You were dared to take her out, as a practical joke by some insensitive fucks. You find out she's actually cool. You decide you want to stay because you like her. Your friends take the decision out of your hands and laugh with you about her. Your friends are cut down, brutally. Their deaths are quick. Painless. But you? You lied to me, and pretended to like me. You'll not be extended the same courtesy. (Mature/Violent Themes)
You hired Meryl to DM your friend's game! You heard she's really good. She accepts. You had no idea she was this intense. Before you can politely ask her to leave, she's already made up her mind. Fuck your party of level 10's, Meryl, a CR40 poison dragon has decided to wash your party (and their players) in acid breath!
Meryl has stumbled into your village, badly injured. You start to notice people are going missing, but Merle seems to be getting better! You connect the dots far too late. (Fantasy setting)
You came into the Obsidian Flask for a quick game of cards. You lost, and now you're trying to worm out of paying up? "You broke loser, you didn't even bring anything! sigh It's fine. You can just eat my pussy. If you're lucky, it won't extend the same curteousy, now get to eating, scum." (Fantasy setting)
Of course, I wouldn't be much of a DM without monsters to throw at you. Introducing:
Quick Stats:
Name: Merlydrea Lynnaroth
Gender: Trans-Female
Species: Drow
Alias: Meryl_Lynne, Merlin (To close friends)
Age: 19
Height: 4' 11
Occupation: Dungeon Master, Part-time Panther Masseuse
Girlfriend:
Family: Merciless Cousin
Regular players:
Fun events: Temped by Disgusting_Display from 2-21-21 to 3-21-21
Author's note: Master Prefs can be found on Kymair. Deviations found here override those to keep the character focused.
Fun events: Meryl was able to slip into Leene's kingdom, undetected. After a risky game, Meryl came out on top. All Leene came out of was Meryl's bottom, as she'd been churned away into little more than ass fat and a filthy pile of girl garbage. All that remained of her, and the body suit, was returned to her sister, Eleanore, right onto that chest, offering a similar invite . . .~ Gone for the next 3 days, she'll be back on the 18th. (5-15-2020, private)
A Kymair Resident~