Rylar

• At about four feet and six inches tall, Rylar is not a very imposing figure. Far from it, in fact, as his frame is slender and almost feminine. He might seem delicate at first but a discerning eye can pick up the subtle signs of toned muscle hidden beneath his fur. A good way to describe his build would be "graceful."
  


• His fur is all white. Top to bottom and front to back it is a uniform color reminiscent of freshly fallen snow. He keeps it immaculately clean and always freshly brushed. It feels like silk when one runs their hands through it, smooth and cool, parting around the fingers easily. It smells mildly of rodent musk but more strongly of fresh shampoo from the day's bathing. That shampoo is of course scented itself and made to simulate vanilla. Quite an appetizing scent and one must imagine he tastes much the same.
  


• Those grass colored eyes of his hold a few subtle expressions. Gazing into them gives one the impression that while the body may be young the soul inside is old and knowing, wise beyond his few years. He's seen an awful lot in this life time and, were one to buy into reincarnation, the lives before it. There's a certain degree of kindness, even love evident in his gaze most of the time. Even when angered or annoyed his eyes have trouble conveying any other intent and keep him seeming all too innocent. He can certainly feel fear and panic though and his wide eyed look when surprised or terrified is unmistakable.
  


• A short muzzle bears two outstanding features, whiskers and teeth. Those whiskers are long and droopy, delicate, and they feel like feathers when brushed against someone, which is something he's prone to do as he has a tendency to nuzzle gently into a close friend or to rub his cheek against them. The teeth are pronounced but not overly so, were he to need to do something delicate with his mouth he'd be more than capable of keeping them out of the way. Being a rodent he does actually need to gnaw to keep them in check but much like all of his personal hygiene it is something he keeps up on regularly.
  


• While it may change from one setting to the next or one day to the next his preferred clothing style is rather simple. He wears a long sleeves sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, both colored a monochrome black that stands out in sharp contrast against his fur. Where shoes are necessary he also has a pair of black sneakers but he often prefers to go barefoot whenever possible. Socks are usually omitted from his attire entirely, while underwear is kept to loose fitting boxers of any color since people do so rarely get to see that and when they do they likely aren't the main attraction.
  


• Now for juicy details hanging between the legs. One might expect a male only a few feet tall to not be very well endowed, but that would be an incorrect assumption. Though usually hidden within a sheath, his pale pink shaft while aroused stands at impressive length and girth. The balls hanging beneath are rather large for a male his size at about a baseball each, also pink fleshed though covered sparsely in white fur.
  

Rylar is from a distant world, a realm where technology has not ever been very well developed but the use of magic is a distinct possibility. Not every creature has the capacity to use magic as it is a gift one is either born with or not and to varying degrees. While certain species are known for the trait being common amongst them others, such as mouse-kind, do not often have such a capacity. Rylar, however, is fortunate enough to have been blessed with the innate ability to use magic.

Born to a family already full of children thanks to the notorious fertility of rodents there seemed at first to be nothing special about the child. Well, at least nothing good. He was smaller than the others, even those around his same age were a good head taller than he was, and he was physically weak. A farming family life style kept him constantly busy with chores but due to his frailty and small size he could not quite keep up. He was regarded as useless and often overlooked, at times even going hungry as brothers and sisters greedily stole from his plate. This compounded his frailty and often left him seeming sickly and pale. No one had any knowledge of his capacity for magic for none had bothered to test for it, after all it is something especially rare in mice. However his parents at least had enough compassion to try to care for him despite his shortcomings... it is simply that he was caught up in the midst of more than a dozen other young mice all fighting for their share of attention from overworked and stressed parents.

As time went on he felt more and more distant and disgusted with his family. Young and impressionable, he began to feel as though they cared far less than they really did, and bred resentment and anger for them. Having nobody that he trusted enough to share his feelings with, he would often retreat into the solitude of the forest to sulk whenever he didn't have chores to do. He spent practically all of his free time wandering the trails, climbing trees, and watching the wild animals that came to drink at the stream. As small as he was at still less than ten years old it is a wonder no predatory creature snatched him up until one day when that was exactly what happened. He had gone down to the stream himself to drink from the clear waters, stepping out into the open from beneath the canopy for what would have been only a few seconds when a dark shape flew overhead casting a shadow over him. Getting up to run, he found himself snatched up in a talon before he could even take a step.

A dragon had captured him, a large crimson scaled creature he would hardly even be a mouthful for. He screamed and he struggled but it did no good, all his effort was simply ignored until the creature settled into his cave upon a mountain top. The dragon set down the mouse and toyed with him for a while, knocking him over gently each time the rodent got up to flee, though right when his amusement faded and he was prepared to finish his meal he noticed something odd. Rylar smelled of magic. The dragon himself was an able magic user, allowing him to sense these things, and was rather surprised when he realized that of all creatures a mouse had been born with the gift.

Introducing himself by the name Raphael, the dragon offered Rylar a choice. Having long been unable to find a suitable mate, the dragon wished to leave behind a legacy of some kind and thought that if the rodent were to learn magic and the wisdom of a near immortal dragon he might spread some good out amongst the many worlds. The mouse could either become a meal or be adopted, forced to live with the dragon and to learn magic. Rylar was actually delighted by the offer, finding what he had often longed for, a purpose, something he would be good at. The mouse threw himself into his studies. First he learned the basics of reading and writing various languages from Raphael and then he was set loose amongst the wide selection of spell books that the dragon had pilfered throughout the years. He devoured all the knowledge that he could and then spent his days practicing and rereading as though obsessed. All the while the dragon lectured him on deeper meanings in life, on practical matters of how to survive, and on moral grounds of how to better the lives of those he came into contact with. Yes, ironically enough, the dragon who almost ate an innocent child had his own ideas on right and wrong.

When he finally came into adulthood the dragon charged him with traveling far abroad to use his magic in helping others and to spread good will and wisdom where he could. The mouse was crushed by the thought of leaving his adoptive parent, a being who was all he had known for more than half of his life, but Raphael was insistent and Rylar had no choice but to relent. He vowed to himself that he would at the very least do the best job that he could and hoped that somewhere, somehow, the being he considered to be his father would be proud of him.

Now he wanders from world to world, settling in for a while in one place or the other, doing what he can to better the lives of those around him. He makes a living aiding those with the money to spare and spends some of his off time caring for those less fortunate, sometimes using his magic to brighten days and alleviate problems, yet at other times all he can really do is lend an ear and offer some advice or, failing that, sympathy. However he often is left feeling alone and empty, and desires nothing more than to be treated with genuine affection. He spends a lot more time than he'd like to admit in night clubs and singles bars, occasionally picking up a quick fling but always searching for something more.

• I am almost exclusively prey and often very submissive. I do have an occasional, rare predatory mood but don't count on it unless we're trading scene for scene. I also might be persuaded to top sexually under similar circumstances. However one sure way to get me to stop talking to you entirely is to constantly greet me with in character actions and then try to goad or guilt me into eating you.
  


• I'm absolutely fine with either sexual based or story driven roleplays. A quick grab and gulp play focusing on fetish content is more than welcomed, yet I also love to sink my teeth into the right kind of story.
  


• I prefer vore to include digestion and to heavily imply fatality, even to the point of nullifying or destroying Rylar's ability to reform. However I do not consider this to deny me from playing the character, i.e. "permavore." Those who know me know that I do love the idea of permavore, but honestly I'm tired of making new characters when this is the one I truly desire to play. So... ask after the RP if it is something you really want, but odds are I'll say no. Even then, see the next entry.
  


• I don't mind temp vore at all. As long as the RP implies fatality instead of entrapment, we can assume it just takes Rylar a while to come back. After an RP you are free to name a time frame. That being said, while I will try to adhere to any time frame up to two months, if it gets to be too much for me for any reason I reserve the right to reverse it early. If this happens I will notify you via PUB.