ETA ::Profile (Velisa)

Name: Velisa Du'tray
Race: Naga
Age: 27
Height: 5'9" when 'standing'
Length: 29' 4"
Hair: Light Blue
Eyes: Pinkish Red
Weight: Unmeasured
Family: Sister Viroma :O

In some small corner of the black market, there has always been a desire. A wanting for exotic slaves and toys of all species and genders. But nobody had ever before taken the so called 'monster' races into account. Most dealers had their fill of gold working with just the more common varieties, the humans, the nekos and the like. It had been this way for several centuries, and most people thought that it would never change. They were wrong though. A very wealthy patron had heard about how strong the spirit of the savage tribes were, so he wanted to see how long it would take to break them. To see if they could be trained. He put the word out through that market, to every hunter that frequented such places. "Find me the monsters. Bring them alive to the market, as unharmed as possible, and earn their weight in gold. Male and female are preferred, no more than one of each gender per race." It was no idle claim either. There was a constant flow of gold to the one who posted it, a fat businessman, well known in the capital city, and everyone knew he could afford it. Out went the call of some of the merchants to those who didn't have ties to the underground. Live specimen, usually accused of theft from a caravan or somesuch nonsense, that might get the creature back alive. Thus, in a very small amount of time, the nation's forests and caves and mountains were swamped with people, all hunting, searching for more types of roaming monsters. The faster they got them, the better. The rumor was started though, that the non-sentients would only get half price at the best, because it was often harder to tell if they were broken for everyone who came through, or just for the person that broke them.

Meanwhile, in a small out of the way den, far to the south of the capital city, lived a fairly small family of naga. The two parents, and their newly hatched daughter, only five years de-shelled, and three years out of her mother's body. To explain, this particular species of naga produce eggs for their young, and lay them out to harden and grow. Then, once the young hatch, they are slipped back into the mother's womb where they are fed on a steady diet of milk, their mother's heat allowing them to develop enough to survive the cold. In order to ensure that the small family system of naga can keep up, there are never more than two young at a time, and the naga are infertile until the children in the den have moved out to make their own. Back at this den though, the two parents were teaching their child to hunt, using small animals since she was no more than seven feet long at the time. It took her several tries for each one, but she was clearly learning how they would move depending on how she moved, and using that to lure them into a trap, making them easy to hold and swallow whole. It was during one of these hunting trips that her parents felt a strange prickling sensation. As if they were being hunted. They quickly called their daughter back, carrying the young one back to the den to watch. They knew something was out there, and if it was strong enough to think of preying on them, then their daughter would undoubtedly be taken as well. They wouldn't allow that to happen. From then on, the hunting trips were for the whole family, nobody ever went out alone, and her parents kept their eyes open, watching for trouble.

Velisa though, didn't understand what they were afraid of. She had never felt the sensation that sent them into hunt mode. She just assumed that they were being over protective because she'd missed the boar she was trying to hunt, but didn't want to tell her. She would show them though. So, one night a few weeks in, she waited until her mother was asleep, her father on watch. She then started slithering past him, feigning tiredness, and when he asked where she was going, she said she needed to release the squirrels she'd eaten. It was a lie, of course, but since it was so late, and there hadn't been the slightest indication of a predator aside from that one moment of supposed sight, he was willing to let her turn the corner of the ledge on her own. She waited until she was sure she was out of sight, and then quietly made her way out into the forest, making no noise as she had been taught to do. She had gone the short distance into her family's hunting grounds when she first thought she felt something. Like a prey creature was staring at her, noticing her early. She thought it was merely a rabbit though, and continued on, hunting a fair sized boar. One that would be more than large enough to make her family proud if she could get it. She was so focused on her prey, that she didn't notice how uneasy it seemed, nor how quiet the forest was. With a quick coiling, she sprung herself forward, her assault taking the boar by surprise as she flung her tail around it, dropping it to the ground when it attempted to run. She quickly bit it at the base of the neck, and with a quick twist of her head, easily killed the boar. She was sure she couldn't eat it with it's tusks still in tact though, so she would have to carry it back. But she was proud of herself, certain that her parents would be as well.

As she started dragging the boar back towards the den, she caught the faint odor of something....off. Something that wasn't fully natural to the normal balance of the forest. She quickly covered her nose with a hand, as she had been told, and shifted a bit more of her tail from holding onto the boar towards speeding her progress. It was already dead, so there was no need to use so much of her tail. The further she went though, the stronger the smell seemed to be. Her head began to spin. So, just as she made it within sight of the den, she fell into unconsciousness, everything having gone black. She wasn't sure how long it was until she woke up, but when she did, she felt something cool beneath her body, making her shiver. She sat up after a moment, her eyes opening blearily, thinking it was just that her parents had gotten up before she had and were talking again, when she noticed. There was no errant earth on whatever she was resting on. She looked quickly, wiping the sleep from her eyes to get her first sight of steel. Confused, she looked up and around, realizing after a moment that she was in a cage! She had no experience with such things, but she saw no way out, so she immediately attempted to tackle the bars, resulting in a rather nasty bump on the head. The clang though, roused some two-legged creature sitting nearby, and she hissed when he got close. "You can't get out of there little one. Your parents couldn't get out of theirs. Don't worry though. You all belong to the same person. Maybe they'll give you the same cell." he said simply, before laughing and making his way back over to his seat. Velisa only understood some of what he'd said, not because there was a language barrier, but because a fair bit of what he'd said were not words she knew.

She decided not to listen to him, and continued her attempts to get out, giving herself several bruises after each attempt. Finally, exhausted, she realized how hungry she was, her tail giving a low growl of protest. Before she could rouse the energy to see if she could do anything from that, she heard a clang from above, her head turning just in time to see a boar falling through an opening that hadn't been there before. She didn't have time to try getting through though, as the one who dropped it in quickly slammed it shut again, locking it. When she looked, she found that something had been done to the boar, to remove the pesky bones. It was now very squishy, and a little warm. Deciding not to argue, she quickly swallowed the meal whole, the bulge settling deep inside her tail and signaling her sleep response, despite her desire to get herself out. When she woke this time, she was confused. Whatever she was laying on was very soft. Squishy even. It reminded her somehow of her mother's womb, but, less of the wet kind of squish. She roused herself again, and looked to find herself resting on something white. She couldn't tell the material it was, but she did know that tree bits were holding it off the ground. She shrugged and, after a moment, began sliding herself towards the edge of this strange thing, seeing that it was only a couple feet off the ground. Probably a little more. So, shifting her tail around, she lowered the slowly shrinking bulge down towards the floor, settling it for a moment before she lowered the rest of herself down to the floor from the bed. Just as she got down, there was a creaking noise from across the room, and she turned quickly to see a large, two legged creature, wearing a full hooded robe, seemingly watching her. She didn't move. She stared back at him with hard eyes, not wanting to fail her parents directive when faced with an unknown predator. Don't let them see your weakness.

She was beginning to get nervous as they continued to stare, the nagaling ready to move if he seemed like he was going to try jumping at her or rushing her. After several minutes of this, the hooded figure seemed to nod, and then slipped back out, closing the door behind himself. She relaxed the moment she was sure he wasn't going to come lunging back in, and then began to explore her surroundings, looking for something she could use to plan an ambush. Something that she could use to get out. So it was that she went through drawers, armories, and even the closet, finding little but the material of such things themselves, plus the clothing, which she threw over the floor after a brief examination. It was in the closet that a particular garment caught her eye, the color reminding her of her father's darker scale colors, though the edges reminded her of the forest. It took her a few moments to figure out how to wear it, as she had heard about the basic concepts of clothing. She then put on the far too large a hat that seemed to match the outfit, and slid on the overlarge gloves. Pleased with herself, she began taking the wooden dressers apart, first the drawers, then the actual framework itself. She couldn't figure out how to break down the other two without harming herself, so she contented herself with the spare wood she had, and after a few moments, she began laying her trap. It was fairly simple, and not very well done, but she was still young. She quickly slid herself under the bed once it was though, the slight pang of hunger the only thing in the way of her plans as she watched. She had taken the pieces of the dresser, and with a careful bit of manipulation, set some of them up to barricade the closet door when it was closed. That done, she constructed a half wall in front of the door with the remaining pieces, wanting it to look like she'd gone inside and was trying to hide in there. To further that, she had thrown all of the clothing into a large pile, that someone would have to sort through if they wanted to be sure she wasn't in there.

She wasn't sure how long she waited, barely keeping her eyes open as she needed sleep, but she didn't want to miss her chance. It was four hours total before the door opened, and she snapped awake the moment she heard that creak of the hinges. The robed figure stepped back into the room, closing the door behind itself. The hood seemed to shift a little, as he peered about the room, and after a brief examination, he began walking towards the poorly blocked door. With a casual kick, the wood she'd set up between the frame and the door itself was broken, but the door wasn't opened yet, which seemed to surprise the figure. After a couple of moments, he drew back, obviously about to open the door. She tensed. The moment he started his swing, she slithered quietly out from under the bed and made for the door that he had used to enter the room. His fist impacted, splintering the door and wrenching it open just as she made it to the other door. As he began entering the room, she carefully reached up, gripping onto the handle and inadvertently tugging it down as she started pulling on the door. She had forgotten about the hinges though. They creaked loudly as she swung the door open, giving her position away as she quickly made her way out into the hall. She didn't even think about the lack of guards as she started speeding down the shorter hallway, the sound of running footsteps urging her onwards.

She didn't even make it to the first corner before she found herself caught, one strong hand at the back of her neck, the other in the middle of her tail, pinning her. She was brought back to the room and left inside again, all without a word. This was the way of things for a long time. She was never sure how long. Oddly enough, she was allowed to keep the mantle and the hat, which she took as a good thing, since it reminded her of her family and of freedom. During all of the struggles, she didn't say a word, until one day she was tired of the repetition. "Stop playing with me! If you're a predator, just get on with it already!" This prompted a long silence from the cloaked figure, who finally saw fit to drop his hood. He was a young man, clean-shaven, with short, spikey hair and a wide, white smile. "I was wondering how long it would take. You're more articulate than I thought." This equally surprised her, and after a while, she got down to arguing with him. He came in without his cloak from that point on, arguing with her on her captivity, information on her parents, why she was being held, all of it. He evaded her questions skillfully enough that she didn't notice at first, though she steadily got more shrewd as time went on. She didn't have a window, so she never understood what time it was anymore, nor how many days had passed. She steadily grew larger as she got older though, and was soon taking up half of the bed she'd been given.

Each day, she learned more words from him as he used them in conversation, patiently taking his time to explain each one to her, which helped her relax a little, though she was always upset when he would come in and hand her another dead pig for a meal. She wanted to hunt. To feel it wiggle inside. He never let her have this though. He didn't let her have a lot of things. It was when she was about twelve that someone different came into the room. An older man, with a greying beard. She hissed at him, but before she could try lunging, she felt something hit her, and then everything went black. When she woke up, she had an ache on her belly, and found with a look that she had been tattooed while she was asleep! She raged about this for a long time, the few things she could lift being thrown violently around the room, leaving it a total mess. It was only after this that she realized her hair had been cut short as well, further angering her. She was left alone for several days, enraged that someone would dare do such things to her. Her hair reminded her of her mother, and so she hadn't wanted to cut it. Eventually, the one she'd been talking to returned, delivering meals and consoling talk to her from a safe distance. She didn't want to be placated though. Her sour disposition continued for quite a while, until her hair had a chance to grow out again, that she was at least slightly civil to him again, though she never forgot the scent of the old man.

Things had become a measure of normal for her when she had turned eighteen, and she had even begun to forget her family, despite having asked about them at least once a week for as long as she could recall. The days blended together for her, and everything was beginning to blur. Finally, she'd had enough. She acted friendly when the man had come in, waiting until he got close, and without warning, she'd leaped upon him, wrapping him tightly in her coils. He didn't have time to shout as she quickly shoved him into her mouth, the naga beginning to swallow the fair sized man without any troubles at all. She didn't necessarily intend to hurt him, but she wasn't staying in that room any longer, and this would fix that one way or another. She quickly swallowed down his booted feet, feeling his wiggling form go sliding into her tail. Once she was sure he was settled within her belly, she began to move, slithering out of the door towards her freedom. There were no guards, same as it had been the last time she'd attempted escape more than a decade earlier, and since she had tasted the one who came to visit her, his scent was easy to pick out in the musty halls. She made her way out through a new door, and found herself suddenly in a grand hall, filled with people who had been, moments before, dancing the night away. Their joy was interrupted as she burst into the room, her mantle hiding more of her humanoid torso, though nothing could conceal the bulging tail she slid in behind herself.

There was a moment of general shock from everyone, and then all at once, the guests began backing away, while the guards advanced, all of them holding polearms. Realizing her danger, she made a split second decision, and tensing her muscles, she regurgitated the human she'd eaten right in front of them, coiling herself with a hiss, ready to fight. It was then that a distracting scent reached her. One almost familiar. Her attention was briefly turned towards that, and she soon saw what was releasing it. Her mother was up at the top of the stairs, a metal collar about her neck, attached to a thick chain. She was thin, looking old and worn far beyond what time itself should have done. Her eyes went red. With a roar, she swung her tail across, dropping all the guards in an instant, though not killing them as she slithered, winding her way so quickly up the stairs that most hadn't been able to tell where she went for a moment. She quickly followed the chain to the other end, and slammed the pudgy human against the wall with a hiss, ready to eviscerate him. That was when she felt a sudden pain against her human belly, causing her to write and curl on the stairs with a low scream. her mother didn't seem to pay attention. After a moment, she saw that bearded old man walking down the stairs towards her, and despite her attempts to lift her body and attack him, she found that she couldn't. "I told you the young one wouldn't submit. You've been far too lenient with your training. You almost lost your servant to this beast." said the old man simply, looking up towards the human she'd been ready to destroy, who simply shrugged. "Fine. Break her." Then everything went dark once more.

When she woke this time, she found herself thoroughly chained, from head to tailtip, her arms stuck behind her head. She also realized that most of her mantle had been pushed behind her back, to interfere less with the chains, and her hair had been cut once more. She began struggling of course, but all this did was agitate and squeeze the skin against the chains around her, leaving her skin reddened. What went on there, she never said, nor was it found out how she escaped. The only thing left behind when she disappeared was a few piles of thick goo, likely containing the old man and a few guards, and nothing else. The nobleman was badly bruised, had several broken bones, and a concussion. All of the monsters that he had been breaking or had broken were missing, including her parents. The records showed that her father had never broken, so it was assumed that she left her mother with her father, and decided to set out with an obvious trail, to lure away anyone who might go after her. She has wandered ever since then, and eventually found her way here, where she assumes the danger will outweigh the risks to those hunters pursuing her. Most are willing to risk fighting a naga, but carrying that naga back in a place where everyone wants to eat you? Now that was suicide.

TLDR: Humans are as greedy in her dimension as in any other, they hurt her family, imprisoned her, and broke the spirit of her mother. She was stronger than they thought when fully grown, broke out, freed her family, and has been traveling away from them for a long while, leading on any hunters who would come after them.

Character Updates:
Due to unusual circumstances in the chance meeting between herself and the giant naga, Tereya, she has become the adopted 'sister' of her much larger cousin, this relationship making her quite happy. Now, it took a lot of talking on the part of her adopted sister to do this, but Tereya has finally managed to break through the shell that she'd built up around her heart, and managed to cure her of her outright hatred of humans. She will still be much quicker to anger with a human than she would be with any other species, but that's only natural, given what she's had to go through. Just don't push your luck and you'll do just fine.

More recently, she met a fellow naga, Ace_of_Hearts, aka Kira, who was helping to warm her up when she woke up cold randomly. The two cuddled for a bit, and Kira was nice enough to phone out for dinner, of her wolfish cousins. After downing them, and being sorely tempted to try adding a willing Kira to the mix, she agreed to be roommates with the larger naga. She's also agreed to start attending a highschool that doesn't mind her species, since she wants to learn to potentially do more than just hunt and wander through the wilds. She will be learning to be a better predator during this time, and as she's being encouraged to pack on a bit more weight, she shall probably do quite well, though she does want to try and see if she can tuck a smaller naga into her tail, and absorb all of them into herself. She'll have to wait and see if the opportunity arises however. Just a hint though. If you want to make it out in tact, chocolate is <3.

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Okay, there's the backstory. Since you had to have scrolled over it to look here, I hope you'll at least one day take the effort to read it, since the TL;DR doesn't include all the little hows and whys that make a character fun, at least to/for me. That's not to say that I won't play with someone who doesn't have it, but I do love a good story, and even a smaller description gives me a slight idea of how well you may do, or what kind of setting your character is in. Like Velisa is, in all technicality, a country bum. She knows how to read, but the finer details of technology are things she hasn't encountered in her past, nor is she likely to understand them.

Just a couple pet peeves of mine. Please be literate. And by literate, I mean have the ability to capitalize in the right place and not throw down too many run-on sentences or overdo your punctuation. I find it really hard to enjoy a scene when my partner is throwing out a completely uncapitalized mess, with few visible methods to determine where one sentence begins and another ends. Another minor pet peeve, is talking in the first person. I'm not my character. I sometimes wish I could have twenty feet of tail and the ability to swallow people whole, but I don't. Thus, talking as such really weirds me out. I'll do it if I know you well, and we've played a lot and we have a feel as to where our partner is coming from, but in any other place, it makes me cringe a bit on the inside.

Okay, now, the reason I'm here, is to enjoy vore for the most part. That's not to say I don't absolutely adore a good travel and character building session, bu too long without noms tends to make a naga bored. So, if your only goal in approaching me is to try and do something sex-based, find someone else. If you want your character to not be eaten, we can talk about it. It will probably take a bit of convincing, and a fair bit of charm on your part to convince the naga to not eat when she's hungry, but it can happen. This is just so that you're forewarned and you don't jump into a scene, only to get gulped fairly quick since you didn't think about it. No offense meant people.

Okay, now as to may major preference, I much prefer a sort of on-going story. Velisa can fit into a few separate continuities, weather medieval or modern, though futuristic would be a tad bit harder, and we can operate from there. I'd love to brainstorm an idea for it, or find some new 'world' to hang out on, and someone to do so with. This isnt' to say I mind grab and gulp scenes, but they're a lot less likely to get the full measure of my efforts than, say, a story scene in which my naga is going to be building an actual, lasting relationship with someone. Just my weirdness settling in again, but what can you do? Either way, feel free to give a wave, and we'll see how it all works out. Just remember, naga are people too. :P

A proud part of The_Core.

Being PredBeing Prey	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	If you can manage her, <3!
Soft Vore	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	I like the squirmers. :3
Digestion	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	There's an exception every now and then. Usually for special circumstances.
Reforming	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Assumed. Everything around here tends to. Only permanent by request.
Oral Vore	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Mmm, tastes good on the tongue.
Unbirthing	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Depends on if she likes them enough to want them intact. :P
Cock Vore	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Hypocritical as it may be, she can't do it, and the idea of it happening to her makes her shudder.
Tail Vore	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	She can't do this at present, but if you can. <3
Unconventional Vore	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	I'm open for this, assuming the idea is good. :3
Stretchy	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	She's a naga. Stretching happens either way. :P
Realistic	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Of course, there's the occasional right size difference.
Rough	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Mostly depends on you.
Gentle	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	See above. ^^
Sex	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Eegh, doubtful.
Transformation	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	If you can think of a good idea, sure. ^^
Bondage	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Naga coils count, right? :P
Willing	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Can't see why anyone would want to get eaten. Feel free to explain and see what comes of it. :P
Unwilling	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Assumed and very common/likely.
Micro/Macro	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Occasionally fun, but it's hard to feel them squirm.
Same Size	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Mmm, a full meal. Well, maybe I could go for seconds. <3
Male Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Good for a meal, but not very tasty.
Female Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Mmm, packed with flavor.
Human Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Kinda dislikes this race. You need to be luck if you are a human to not be killed on the spot.
Demi Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	NYOM! <3
Fur Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Bleh, hairball.
Scaly Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Mmm, smooth and filling.
Verbose Posts	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	I can do so fairly easily. :3
Quick Posts	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Usually with a bit of speed too.
Whisper	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	I like whispering.
Public	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Stage shy naga.
Private	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Preferred.

Velisa

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