Outlaws

The kingdom of Daevalon hadn't known terror for over thirty years.
A clan of sorcerers kidnapped the young prince, plotting to use his blood in a ritual that would bring ruin to the kingdom. Fortunately, that had not come to pass thanks to the brave heroine who crushed the opposition, rescued the fair prince, and ushered in an age of peace as Daevalon's queen consort.
This peace lasted thirty years until tragedy struck, with illness taking the queen consort. Shortly after, a menace formed within the kingdom, a furious force that sows grief among the people, some call them insurgents, others call them merciless bandits, many know what they call themselves.

Hariett's Outlaws

The militia began a call to arms by the princess herself for the people to overthrow the king's so-called oppressive rule. Though some joined, many more saw considered it little more than attempt by the young princess to seize power for herself at worst, and an impulsive tantrum at best. Public opinion of the rebellion didn't improve when they were forced to begin turning on the people for supplies and provisions, either. Violence against the king was one thing, but acting against common people for simply not supporting the cause resulted in many members disbanding, and as numbers dropped, a declining spiral of desperate acts and senseless blaming for their failures left the rebellion with little more than a small cadre of women.

Branded as terrorists, the outlaws have turned to simply trying to survive, preying on the people for the means to do so.

Below are the most notable members.

Name: Harietta Asquith Daevalon
(Hariett for short)
Age: 23
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 166 lbs
Strengths: Incredible battle prowess, royal charisma
Weaknesses: Impulsive, stubborn mind


Growing up, Hariett had always idolized her mother.
And who wouldn't? The queen consort was more popular than the king himself for her valor demonstrated in saving the kingdom.
In doing so, however, the princess set aside her studies and grooming to worship the ground her mother walked on, begging her for battle training and to tell her all the stories of her adventures before marrying into royalty.

The king wished to object to this, but couldn't stand up as his lover obliged the princess's wishes. Putting aside studies and grooming in lieu of learning her mother's techniques and lifestyle.
When her mother fell ill and perished, the king finally put his foot down and demanded that Hariett refocus on her duties as the princess. What ensued was growing animosity between father and daughter, with Hariett believing that, since it was her mother that saved the kingdom, it should be her that deserves to grow into its true queen instead of existing simply to be a tool when marrying into another land.

This line of reasoning eventually developed more strong opinions, the princess coming to believe that the system was rigged in favor of allowing men to rule, and that she wasn't going to let that continue. She soon swore that she would make the land a queendom with her own hands... clutching her mother's axe.










Name: Lavena
Age: 22
Height: 7' 3"
Weight: 385 lbs
Strengths: Staggering size and strength
Weaknesses: Questionable intellect, no conversational skills
Likes: Hariett, bullying wimps
Dislikes: Almost everything else, especially wimps


Might makes right, that's the crude philosophy Lavena grew up with in a clan of brigands. She found the most effective lifestyle for herself to be simply keeping her mouth shut and letting her actions do the talking, which her size and strength made especially effective, her clan both fearing and respecting the massive woman. She was perfectly content with life among her family of bandits until Hariett's Outlaws came along. Her own clan and the princess's didn't see eye to eye, and it wasn't long until arms were taken up.

Her clan lost, badly, most were slain or devoured, others scattered in search of a new lifestyle, the rest were assimilated into Hariett's Outlaws. Lavena was a somewhat special case, during the battle, she was captivated by the sight of the princess's fighting, witnessing her defeat opponent after opponent. She held her own until she saw the opportunity to challenge the princess herself... a battle that didn't last long before she was knocked off balance and slammed in the head with the blunt side of the princess's axe.
When she came to, Lavena found her arms bound to her back while the Outlaws' then second-in-command, Betty the Beast laid out the terms of servitude to the remnants of her clan. Lavena had no desire to hang from the new bottom rungs of the Outlaws, however, and openly declared sole allegiance to the woman that bested her, Hariett. Betty didn't tolerate the humongous woman's outburst, and strode forward to teach her a lesson. But the bound woman kneed her in the stomach, and the blow doubled her forward into her gaping jaws.

Betty was already halfway into Lavena's toned stomach when Hariett intervened, calling for the rest of the outlaws to stand down while Betty disappeared into Lavena. She gave Lavena a mission to prove her stated loyalty, which Lavena passed with flying colors, taking Betty's place as the Outlaws' second-in-command.
(Hariett never did like Betty the Beast, either. All bark and no bite.)

These days, Lavena acts as an enforcer to the rest of the Outlaws, she's the one that seeks out weakness or disloyalty among the group to stamp out however she sees fit. While Hariett gives the commands, Lavena is the reason why they don't dare disobey, even those from her old clan aren't safe from her wrath.



Name: Glaeli Rickenson
Age: 20
Height: 5" 2'
Weight: 128 lbs
Strengths: Sneaking, lockpicking
Weaknesses: Nymphomania, getting her hips stuck in tight spaces.
Likes: Treasure, mechanisms.
Dislikes: Being bossed around, authorities.



Glaeli had always been a curious girl. The new inventions rolling in were her primary interests growing up, she disassembled clocks (And even managed to put a couple back together!), studied gadgets, and delved into devices. Her attention eventually turned toward locks. Fascinated, she studied how they worked, how the springs and pins held the lock secure, how their keys specially displaced the tumblers to allow the lock to turn... and of course, how easily simple locks were bypassed with a couple tools.

It began as simply an interest at first, when nobody she looking, she would inspect any lock she came across and then practice picking them open, and closing them back up. Then an obsession rose, the curious girl seeking out more complex locks to study, admire... and conquer. It was one day that she found a small and elaborate lockbox sitting unattended at a store. She had little time to admire it at the moment, but after brief consideration... she took it. She told herself she would return it once she knew how it worked, she poured nights of effort into the box and broke entire sets of tools discovering the ins and outs of the ornate device, and when she finally defeated the lock and opened the jewelry-filled box... she forgot the promise she made to herself in an instant. She needed to buy new tools, after all. And she deserved a reward after all that effort!

It was a slippery slope from there. It wasn't long until she began prowling the night in search of locks to best and treasure to claim. When the law eventually caught up to her, Glaeli was forced to flee from the city with just a knife, some tools, and a handful of coin. It was a chance meeting in the outskirts of civilization. Glaeli needed to shake off the guards, and Hariett's Outlaws needed somebody able to spring open locks after one too many times destroying valuables in the process of breaking through their containers. Thus Glaeli was taken in by the group.



Name: Aaliyah Muller
Age: 19
Height: 4' 10"
Weight: 105 lbs
Strengths: Scouting, trap making.
Weaknesses: Single combat, prone to panic.
Likes: The great outdoors, hunting.
Dislikes: Fire

Aaliyah's family was one of the richer houses of Daevalon, being the head of one of the kingdom's farming empires. But even as high as they were, the Muller family was overshadowed by Count Kenak, whose competition was unbeatable. For every field they owned, the count had five. For each pair of hands on a given field, Kenak had three. The Count wasn't satisfied with just those advantages, he also gamed the tax system and sent guards to harass the Muller family's business with unnecessary, time-consuming inspections.

When Hariett's Outlaws rose, the count only further exploited the situation. He further sabotaged the competition through restricting trade routes, for "The sake of preventing provisions and weaponry from falling into enemy hands.", few of the common people noticed that the new restrictions prevented the count's competition from trading in the cities...

All part of the count's plan, as soon as the Muller family began to sell to the rebels to make ends meet, the count had them exposed as an enemy of the state and put a legal bounty on every Muller farm burnt to the ground. The count's men arrived at Aaliyah's homestead before long, boarding up the doors and setting fire to the home. Lithe and young as she was, she was able to escape from leaping a window and outrunning the men, the rest of her family wasn't so lucky.

Aaliyah's path eventually brought her to a small camp of individuals, other unfortunate ones whose livings were broken by the count's meddling, and had taken up the hunting life to survive. They took Aaliyah in and taught her the way of the land, how to handle a bow, how to hunt and set effective traps. The young girl didn't stay for long, though. Vengeance against the count burned in her heart, and despite the hunter's creed to never resort to hunting one's fellow man, Aaliyah had other plans. She couldn't do it alone, though... so she left the hunters to seek out the Outlaws.



Name: Alvaere
Age: 56
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 159 lbs
Strengths: Cooking, housekeeping.
Weaknesses: Not good at much else.
Likes: Cleanliness, peace.
Dislikes: Chains, Lavena



Hariett empathized with Aaliyah's pleas, so the Outlaws shifted targets to the count for the time being. A direct revolt against the king wasn't working out, anyway. Their next attack was, by and large, one of the few acts of good that the Outlaws made. A raid undertaken at the count's estate revealed many dirty secrets of his, the biggest of which is his dealings with slave traders to provide cheap labor for his farms, dealings that the law took a blind eye to. Among one of the slaves that Hariett's Outlaws "liberated" was Alvaere.

The elven woman was serving as one of the estate's servants. She had little education, little privilege, her life was to clean up after the count and his men and to prepare their meals. Without proper citizenship or education, she saw little option but to go with the Outlaws at the time. A choice she came to regret. It was a mess. Even at the forts they've claimed, the Outlaws knew little in the ways of upkeep and sanitation! And their brutish behavior and tendency to return with stomachs full of struggling opponent made her uneasy. Still, she was accustomed toward servitude... and the elf figured that she could perhaps save some lives from a digestive fate by cooking some proper meals for the Outlaws.

It wasn't long until Alvaere was considered the 'mom' of the Outlaws. Cooking for them, nursing injuries, making their beds, tidying up whichever camps and forts they come to occupy... and perhaps a few other things that aren't appropriate to list. Does Alvaere like the lifestyle? Not at all. She loathes the Outlaws only slightly less than the count, between their violent activities, their reckless disregard for civility, and the abuse that Lavena flings at her on a daily basis... she certainly wishes she could take her things and leave.

Yet... she herself isn't sure what's keeping her from doing so. Is it the looming threat that Lavena would deal with her if she tried... or is it the appalling thought of leaving her rescuers to wallow in their savagery?



Name: Pametha Vesath
Age: 44 ... so she claims.
Height: 5' 2"
Weight: 134 lbs
Strengths: Magic
Weaknesses: Disloyalty, crassness
Likes: Experimentation, privacy
Dislikes: Interruptions, people that ask too many questions


The Outlaws' trump card. Pametha doesn't care for their cause or their well being, to her, they're simply a wall of muscle between herself and the law. Once a respected member of the kingdom's academy of magic, Pametha's interests drew toward the forbidden side of the magical arts. Dabbling in necromancy, mind magic, infernal studies... Pametha's experiments eventually caught attention and she was expelled, but not successfully arrested. Seeking a means to continue her experiments and research, Pametha soon sought out the Outlaws and struck a deal.

She would provide magical aid when necessary. Healing wounds that were beyond mundane care, casting curses upon insurmountable foes, leveling buildings with earthquakes... all when necessary, of course. In return, the Outlaws would provide any necessary materials (or sacrifices) she demands for her research as well as keep the law from meddling in her craft. She makes it no secret that she bears no goodwill toward the group... many unfortunate members have found themselves (temporarily) turned to toads when they interrupted her work, and repeat offenders disappear entirely. Despite these incidents and troubles, her skills are too valuable for the Outlaws to give up.

Even then... rumors are whispered among the Outlaws that Pametha's story doesn't quite add up. Her magical technique shows little resemblance to what the academy teaches, and she appears to have an unusual interest with Hariett herself, going out of her way to ensure her safety and well being. One former member had the nerve to bring up these questions to the sorceress.
The rest learned not to bring it up again.









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Roleplay Preferences (Click here for explanation)

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Never/Dislike All the outlaws are capable of taking in another person in at least one manner. Each have their own preferred methods.
Soft Vore Always/Love
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Digestion Always/Love
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Endo Always/Love
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Oral Vore Always/Love
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Unbirthing Always/Love
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Cock Vore Always/Love
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Anal Vore Always/Love
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Breast Vore Always/Love
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Rough Always/Love
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Never/Dislike Again, each outlaw has their own inclination.
Gentle Always/Love
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Magic Always/Love
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Willing Always/Love
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Unwilling Always/Love
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Whisper Always/Love
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Never/Dislike I don't take too well to whispers from strangers, be warned.