Fallion

Fallion Munchkin

This character belongs to Anthrophage

General Attributes:

Dark Elf, bisexual male

5‘9" 170lb

Age: Unknown, but he looks to be in his early twenties.

Skin: Dark metallic shade of violet.

Hair: Same as his skin but almost black.

Eyes: black with fiery orange iris.

Clothes: An ornate loincloth.

Appearance:

Fallion likes to think that he's a perfect specimen of the male figure. He takes great pride in his appearance, and likes to maintain it with a slew of enchantments. Such enchantments can only be lifted by destroying the glowing runes on his back. If his appearance was to be tampered with, it would cause Fallion immeasurable embarrassment. No one knows his "true form" and he is willing to do anything to keep it that way.

He has the ability to transform certain parts of his body to suit his needs. Some examples include widening his jaw and throat, lengthening his tongue or sprouting fur in some places. There are limits to what he can do, though. He cannot create features that were not already present, like sprouting extra limbs or eyes. He can also grow and shrink his body, and those of others but with much greater difficulty.

Personnality:

Fallion believes that he is incredibly handsome. In reality, he often comes across as an awkward and obnoxious idiot. Around strangers, he will do his best impression of a suave charmer, to wildly varying success. He might feel comfortable enough around his friends to drop the whole "handsome stud" routine, and own up to the big goof that he is.

He does not like to be ignored by his peers, and so will often try and get people's attention despite their best wishes. He hates being mocked by his peers due to the great lengths he'd gone to nurture his appearance. Bullying him makes for great comedy, however, so strangers and friends alike should not hesitate to take him down a peg!

He is generally gentle with those he doesn't know, but might take some liberties with his friends. He loves to tease and tickle his friends, especially when they are cute, floofy and/or smol. Fallion is also open to new experiences, so his partners are welcome to try things with him.

Special Abilities:

His saliva acts as a mild local anaesthetic. It takes effect on contact or through consumption. It does not last very long, and needs to be reapplied to maintain its effect.

He can heal and revive himself and other creatures. This is useful for reforming after digestion. His own revival happens minutes after his passing.

Fallion can modify certain aspects of his physical shape to a certain extent. He can grow his nails, lengthen his tongue, and widen his mouth and throat. Fallion can change the texture of his skin to mimick scales or fur, and may even change the color of his skin, hair and eyes. His transformations cannot grant him extra limbs like a tail, wings or hooves.

Fallion can cast a few spells to help him trap and eat his prey such as paralyzis, shrinking and muting spells.

Fallion also knows some simple spells to light fires, create water and modify the flavor of an object or creature.

Lengthy backstory:

Early life

Raised by a family of rich aristocrats. His family made their fortune in the breeding and selling of fairies, nymphs and pixies, all of which serve as food for the Dark Elves. As a result, the notion of cooking and eating other sentient creatures was instilled into Fallion's brain from a very young age.

His father was a harsh man who taught him not to get attached to the creatures they preyed on. Fallion learned from his father how to grade and slaughter the meat. His mother, on the other hand, was gentle and caring. She did not approve of her husband's proffession, but stayed hoping she could undo his influence on the young Fallion. And so he grew up torn between two worldviews: One where life was precious and was to be preserved, and the other that some forms of life were lesser than others.

His life of luxury was turned upside down when a nation-wide worker's revolt swept across the land. Dark elf peasants marched through Fallion's estate, stealing their goods and slaughtered his family. Fallion only survived by hiding in an oven as the peasants pillaged the castle. He was still a young man at the time, and his father's brainwashing was still the dominant force in his mind. The revolt only deepened the Elf's hatred for the "lower forms of life".

Involuntary Exile

Fallion was forced to go out into the world and make a man of himself. He grieved the loss of his family, and this pushed him to seek out the knowledge of restorative magic. Fallion wanted to prolong his life and preserve that of those he loved. Perhaps he would also unlock the secret to resurrect the fallen?

Fallion spent hundreds of years studying both the light and dark arts of magic. He managed to master the spells that he'd been seeking, butonly at a great cost to his physical being. He had become a shell of his former self, and was deeply distrought by it. What use was immortality if one's vigor did not reflect it? And so, Fallion became obsessed with regaining his lost beauty.

Fallion spent the next few centuries buried in tomes and libraries as he studied alteration and alchemy. He ammassed enough knowledge to restore his body to the paradigme of youth. As with the rest, these enchantments were not free. Fallion had endured great suffering as he sculpted his flesh back into the desired shape. As a way of sealing these enchantments, Fallion had glowing runes seared into his back.

The return

Having learned all of the spells he would ever want, Fallion returned to his family home after nearly half an eon away. He found the ruined castle had been reclaimed by nature, and a band of gremlins had taken up residence inside. Fallion faught the gremlins into submission and forced them to restore the castle to mint condition. Now with his health, his beauty and his estate restored, all that remained was Fallion's fortune!

He got to work, recruiting more gremlins to his employ. He sent them out to lure, hunt or buy fairies, pixies and nymphs to use as food. Unlike his father, Fallion would use his magic to regrow, repair and revive the slaughtered victims. Fallion would say that he was reducing waste by reusing the same fairies in his meals. Deep down, however, his mother's teachings and untimely passing had given him a distaste for death and destruction. He would not wish the cold oblivion of death on anyone, not even on "lesser beings".

Fallion soon opened a fine dining restaurant out of his castle. The culture of Elven royalty had long faded away. Still, the canniballistic ways of the Dark Elves had not died down. Fallion found no shortage of rich, self-made Dark Elf aristocrats to feed with his delectable dished. In no time at all, Fallion had recovered his family riches, not as a spoiled brat, but from the sweat of his own brow.

New Horizons!

Fallion became spoiled once more from living off the literal fat of the land. His gremlins tended to his every whim, just as his elven servants once had in his youth. He grew bored of having his meals served to him on a silver platter and longed for adventure.

He had already seen the world in his lengthy pilgrimmage of magic, and had no interest in revisitting it. He commissioned a device from his gremlin engineers that would open portals to other worlds. It was with the help of this machine he found Eka's hub world and its colorful host of creatures!

His first attempts of snagging a quick meal were horridly unsuccessful. Fallion had spent so much time surrounded by pea-brained gremlins and boot-licking patrons that his social skills were next to non-existant. Fallion has had to learn to adapt to the other inhabitants' quirks and preferences. After a few days of prowling the hub, he finally managed to make a few friends, despite his flagrant lack of social skills.

OOC notes:

Fallion is bisexual, so boys and babes are both welcome!

He has a strong appreciation of cute, ticklish feet. If this is a turn-off, please let me know or else he probably won't hold back.

As previously stated, Fallion is a tickler, and is himself pretty ticklish. Let me know if you'd prefer I held back completely or left cerain zones untouched. Inversly, feel free to savagely tickle Fallion in every possible location. He may not like it, but his player certainly will.

I am open to sex with any gender and do not mind openly teasing or being teased around the private bits. However, for more explicit scenes involving passionate oral, anal or traditional sex, I would rather do it in pm.

I've taken a liking to soft vore but still hold a soft spot for painful and savage vore as well. Hit me up in a pm if you would like to engage in hardvore prey or pred rp with Fallion.

In regards to cooking, it needn't be painful for the prey. I love slow and gentle cooking because it leaves more room for great rp. Fallion likes to keep his prey alive throughout the cooking and prep, so his prey is always in "safe-ish" hands.

Every now and then Fallion might hit a violent streak and torture his prey, but do not hesitate to stop me if things get to be too harsh. Fallion can be cruel at times, but I, the player, wants everyone to have a good time.

I am not a big fan of scat, but am willing to find a compromise in regards to disposal. For example, the idea of arguing telepathically with a sentient enfattened ass or belly could lead to some good laughs.

Whispers:

I love in-character approaches from friends, and strangers alike. You can still contact me ooc if it makes you more comfortable. If you come at me ic, expect an ic response. If you come at me ooc, i will respond in kind.

In regards to preferences

The sliders are more to give an idea of what I like the most. I am open to trying new things as long as we talk about it in pm first.