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Name: Alex d'Arc
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Physical Description: Alex stands about 1.75 metres tall. On the top half of his body, he wears a sarashi around his chest, covered slightly by a open jacket that reveals his chest and muscles. Despite how he looks face-wise, Alex was born biologically as a woman, and flattens his chest (B-cup) to such a great extent that one would think the sarashi was a fashion statement. He wears silver armour-plate greaves on his lower half, and carries a longsword at his side.
Skills: Swordsmanship. Magic capabilities.
Face:
Physical Description: Alex stands about 1.75 metres tall. On the top half of his body, he wears a sarashi around his chest, covered slightly by a open jacket that reveals his chest and muscles. Despite how he looks face-wise, Alex was born biologically as a woman, and flattens his chest (B-cup) to such a great extent that one would think the sarashi was a fashion statement. He wears silver armour-plate greaves on his lower half, and carries a longsword at his side.
Skills: Swordsmanship. Magic capabilities.
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Gale crossed his arms and looked away.
"I don't want to talk about it," he cursed. A thought entered his mind, and refused to leave. Was he angry that he was lied to, or was he angry because reality refused to accommodate his wishes? Sayuri seemed at ease with her new body. Nothing changed about Gale's body, but he wasn't happy about that.
"Imagine if they had a needle that did the opposite thing," sighed Gale. His despondent gaze wandered around the room, eventually landing upon his right hand. And he gasped. It had turned black, and clawed.
"The hell?!" he cried out. His other hand reached out to it carefully, poking it. It was bulged, and his skin was scaly. And strangely, the transformation just ceased at his wrist. His mind shifted the transformation up and down, with only a slight feeling of discomfort for each inch his form shifted.
Gale lifted up his clawed hand towards Sayuri. "Look."
"I don't want to talk about it," he cursed. A thought entered his mind, and refused to leave. Was he angry that he was lied to, or was he angry because reality refused to accommodate his wishes? Sayuri seemed at ease with her new body. Nothing changed about Gale's body, but he wasn't happy about that.
"Imagine if they had a needle that did the opposite thing," sighed Gale. His despondent gaze wandered around the room, eventually landing upon his right hand. And he gasped. It had turned black, and clawed.
"The hell?!" he cried out. His other hand reached out to it carefully, poking it. It was bulged, and his skin was scaly. And strangely, the transformation just ceased at his wrist. His mind shifted the transformation up and down, with only a slight feeling of discomfort for each inch his form shifted.
Gale lifted up his clawed hand towards Sayuri. "Look."
Gale pressed a hand against his chest, feeling the pressure the binding around his chest caused him. It wasn't a tight feeling, and the feeling went away over time, but Gale's thoughts about it made it ever more noticeable.
He sighed. And sighed again. And again. This was probably why his father always seemed to have some sort of twitch upon his face when talking to him. This was probably why he got his own personal changing room in the CoG.
"I checked. And I always thought that it was the heart that counted. It doesn't matter what my body is, so long as I know how I feel. If you're happy about your size, or lack thereof, it's not my problem."
His eyes narrowed. "The problem is what it did to me. And how it changed you completely."
He sighed. And sighed again. And again. This was probably why his father always seemed to have some sort of twitch upon his face when talking to him. This was probably why he got his own personal changing room in the CoG.
"I checked. And I always thought that it was the heart that counted. It doesn't matter what my body is, so long as I know how I feel. If you're happy about your size, or lack thereof, it's not my problem."
His eyes narrowed. "The problem is what it did to me. And how it changed you completely."
Gale just stared. What Sayuri did blanked out his mind, and he only managed to come to some semblance of rational thought once his pants went up.
A moment after his mind recomposed himself, Gale glared at Sayuri. "So, you think you can just get away with this sort of harrassment because you're a girl?" growled Gale. Another thought sprung to his mind again.
"I get it. You're hoping that I somehow share the same misfortune that you just did in school. But whatever happened to me, this isn't it."
A moment after his mind recomposed himself, Gale glared at Sayuri. "So, you think you can just get away with this sort of harrassment because you're a girl?" growled Gale. Another thought sprung to his mind again.
"I get it. You're hoping that I somehow share the same misfortune that you just did in school. But whatever happened to me, this isn't it."
Gale glanced away from Sayuri. He didn't want to be called a pervert, considering he was sitting in the same room as a girl in her underwear. What would his father say, he wondered for a moment.
What Sayuri said didn't make sense. Gale was a guy.
"I'm a guy. And it's troublesome every time it happens. It doesn't happen to all of us... I think," mumbled Gale. The words felt harder to come out. Gale almost thought he was lying, but how could he? He knew he was a guy.
What Sayuri said didn't make sense. Gale was a guy.
"I'm a guy. And it's troublesome every time it happens. It doesn't happen to all of us... I think," mumbled Gale. The words felt harder to come out. Gale almost thought he was lying, but how could he? He knew he was a guy.
Gale cocked his head. Sounded like a monthly event. Something he had too. Did girls get that sort of thing as well?
"Periods? Girls get them too?" asked Gale, somewhat incredulously. His father told him to never talk about it with guys, but he never told him not to talk with girls about it.
"Periods? Girls get them too?" asked Gale, somewhat incredulously. His father told him to never talk about it with guys, but he never told him not to talk with girls about it.
Semi-newbie DM here willing to DM a Pathfinder campaign at Saturday 7pm (+8 GMT) for about 3 hours. I'll be using roll20.net to do so. Need people that won't metagame or rule-lawyer me. (Because rule-lawyers are just a pain in the arse.)
Setting is yet to be determined, but I won't be using Golarion as a setting.
Setting is yet to be determined, but I won't be using Golarion as a setting.
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