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It took me 10 years to finally fill one of these out, but I finally did it. Welcome, stranger.




I'm Drache. I'm a millenial leftist living in the US deep south. I'm a queer polyamorous kinkster. You can find me at PRIDE, at Ren Fair, at the local farmer's market, and the monthly dark party. I play D&D, I play Skyrim, and I play with gags and blindfolds. I'm your elder femdom, even though my bones hurt.

During the day I'm an emergency animal medical professional with 20 years in the field. On my off time I'm a dog show enthusiast, a karaoke singer, a baker, and a volunteer wildlife rehabilitator. I'm a collector of rare houseplants, of rescued exotic birds, of books, of tattoos. I'm the most feral spouse with the most domestic skills. I'm perpetually exhausted but endlessly impulsive.

If you're looking for a partner to share in your high fantasy, in your dark themes, in your deranged kinky monsterfucking, send me a PM.

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The day had been full of challanges for the pale-scaled dragonkin. Abandoning her usual routine out of the small temple in Mitrongi to answer Gladios Magnus' summons was different enough, but accepting the assignment to a rather rag-tag band of scaleless fighters on a poorly-planned errand to oust some scoundrels from their stronghold was, frankly, vastly removed from the cleric's usual pursuits.

Yet even as she struggled to remain upright on the sandy-coloured light horse that had been chosen for her by the others, her legs sore and her sharp teeth clacking inside her snout at every harsh trot, Rhindani felt a subtle push, a nearly imperceptible impression that this path had been laid out to her by Draconis Rex himself. Rhindani had felt this mysterious wordless reassurance several times in her life, and it hadn't proved to be false yet.

Regardless, by the time the seasoned fighters reigned their mounts in for the evening and sought out a place to make camp off the road, the dragonkin was highly tempted to use the divinity of Draconis Rex on her own aching limbs. Even her horse seemed exhausted, likely from being forced to carry such a novice rider, and Rhindani was convinced that it was only the beast's instinct to remain close to its fellows that had kept it moving over the miles they had passed through the day.

Clutching her blue shawl at her breast as she slid down from the saddle, the healer took a few moments to lean against's the creature's side, whispering an apology for her own ineptitude in her native language and giving it a few guilty pats on the withers.

"I'll get better," she promised.

It was fortunate that the stablehand who'd handed the palfrey over to her back in Mitrongi had been interested enough in the rare sight of a lizardfolk to find an excuse to talk with her and pass on a few basic tips, which was the only reason Rhin knew to loosen the cinch under the horse's belly to offer it some comfort through the night. She dragged her saddlebags down from the gelding's rump and set it down just long enough to tie the creature up with the others before heading to where the soldier types had started a fire.

The thick leather saddlebags and her satchel both landed with a thump in the dirt next to her bare talons and the dragonkin heaved a sigh. Both hungry and tired she wasn't sure which to address first.
The dragonkin stood serenely by while the others quibbled among themselves, arguing the merits of her plan. Rhindani's tail weaved slowly back and forth under the hem of her robe. She was nodding her hooded head agreeably at Hiroden's naysaying, having expected to be contested, but by the time Nicholas had ended his overly long-winded and not-quite-sensical diatribe she was sharing an incredulous and somewhat exasperated look with the female elf.

"The risk of my plan was only to myself, Nicholas. If I were to be captured or killed it would hardly be any detriment to the rest of you. I have faced the same risk many times on my pilgrimage from Metal City. I have treated patients who are more dangerous by themselves than an entire garrison of hired swords. But rest assured, I am perfectly content to remain here while you rush in." The horses would be better company, it seemed. It was difficult to suppress a smirk as the human stalked off, having played directly into her hands. Oh, she would have gone in if they'd agreed, but she never thought for a moment that they would. She could hear the dwarf's exuberant voice as he move to join the taller fighter but they were already out of earshot by then.

Preparing to spend a boring couple of moments waiting for the rest of them to smash their way into the guarded manor, she only wished it would be safe to meditate.

To Saida she smiled warmly, daring to clasp the other woman's bicep briefly. "Thank you for the protections of your patron, friend. At least it will be a comfort while I wait here. Trust a bunch of males to stir into action only after a female has elected to step forward first, hm?" She chuckled, a rather gravely sound in her inhuman throat. Assuming she remained behind alone, the healer settled herself in the shadow of a tree where she could see the gaggle of horses and the manor at the same time. Her heart pounded at the thought of having to be called upon to restore a life today, and she hoped that the rest of the group would find some manner of unity during the skirmish ahead to possibly minimize the need for her services.
I like how the least combative character is taking the most initiative here.
@Drache

You reminded me of this guy I used to know in wow...He was creepy as hell


Thanks, I think.
@OfWindAndRain Starting off your comment with "I have no problem with your character besides the fact..." implies that this character has been submitted for your approval rather than the GMs. Maybe you meant this as constructive but it does not come off that way. At the end of the day it doesn't matter if you have a problem with someone's char or not, all that matters is how the GM feels about it.

This is by no means an attempt to pick a fight, just giving YOU some constructive criticism about how to phrase things in a less rude way.
@OfWindAndRain No, criticising someone's character when you're not the GM is being an arse. If you have an issue you should take it to the GM and/or the player privately. It's not like your character's premise is perfect. If @Hysoka wants a character who discovered dino fossils in a slightly unconventional way, why can't he? In the real world dinosaur fossils are found by non-paleontologists all the time.
@OfWindAndRain
Good thing you're not the GM.
The Captain was leaning against the railing under the shelter of one of the sets of stairs leading to the upper deck, his presence half-hidden with shadow. It was good to see the crew enjoying themselves. Better they find common ground now so that when bad weather and low rations threatened their morale they'd be less likely to turn on each other.

Although, if Dain's concerns were anything to go by, mutiny had been brewing before the ship had ever cast off.

The First Mate's antics were amusing to watch. She wasn't a graceful or fair-voiced woman in the slightest, her cloak and boots flying mannishly in time with the bawdy music reverbrating from her sweet fiddle, but there was a lot of skill there, he could not deny.

When Kira bowed out and let others pick up the frivolity in her wake, the Captain noted that Jharnia seemed to have picked up a little courage and descended from the bow to talk with the crew. He didn't have much time to observe, however, because the green-eyed First Mate had joined him neatly in his corner.

"That were a fine bit o' fiddlin', Miss," he grinned, peering at her with the faded leather hat tilted at a jaunty angle. He was tempted to mention that he had a guitar tucked in his cabin, but there would hopefully be time to that later in their journey. "I trust ye've been down to the ol' magazine, hm. Everything 'counted for?"

His tone was casual but his pale blue eyes had a seasoned sternness about them. Beside his elbow, a fluffy grey striped cat bounced neatly up to the rail, sitting with impecable balance with its tail curled around its paws as though the beast was part of the conversation.

"And I see ye've spoken to Jharnia. Seems a bit young. Think we can count on her in a challenge?" He glanced around, lowering his voice. "Mayhaps it'll happen sooner than I thought."
Smut scene happening in an RP. Totally fine, I'm kinky as fuck and down for smut in my RPs pretty much any time.

Except as the characters (both mature adults) are getting into it my partner suddenly has their character slip on some enchanted ring that instantly transformed them into an obviously prepubescent child. It made absolutely no sense story-wise and was absolutely not discussed with me ahead of time. Sorry bro, no pedo!!!!! DX

I've never aborted mission on an RP that fast in my life.
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