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Hi :)

Me when I first got here: owo what's this?
Me 1 month later: I live for smut.

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Hello, if I'm not mistaken we can apply for the role of the princess? I have a suitor character created but I might want to apply as the princess instead, as it seems there isn't one at the moment. I'd be interested in playing as either role though.

Also I was wondering if our characters needed to abide by a certain type of setting, for example my character is an elf from a sort of fantasy setting, would that be a problem here?

Anyway here is my suitor character:
(edited to be human~)

I wake up, stretching my neck and limbs as I arise with a sleepy meow from my bed of tentacles that is my tail. Some strangeness may come with being a cat-octopus mutant out in the wild, but there are benefits. I look to my friend, who is strange in their own way, so much that it often peaks my curiosity. I sneak up on them and suddenly brush a paw on their shoulder. "Morning!"
Fiddles flies through the doorway and looks around the huge room that looks like some sort of natural temple. "This definitely isn't the mall." She continues to look and float around, exploring the place. "Hey weren't there some others that went into the portal before us? I wonder where they went."
A portal opens outside the tavern and a young woman in dull colors falls out, hitting the ground at an awkward angle. She slowly but casually gets up, dusting herself off as a freakish wind surrounds her, causing the nearby particles to fly aggressively outward. Her expression is blank as she surveys the area, seeing the tavern. Small trails of dust continue orbiting her in mid-air, as she gently wipes away at them in order to get a better view. Soon she walks toward the tavern, small trails of sand continuing to float around and follow her.

Entering the tavern she looks around, still expressionless. She stands there for several minutes, unmoving, mouth slightly open, trails of sand quivering and swirling around her. Finally she walks to a corner and meekly sits down at a table, resting her arms in her lap, eyes looking blankly as the floating sand particles start coming to a rest around her.


Name: Elle Everest

Appearance: Young woman, human, 5'4. Short dark hair that goes a little past her ears, cupping her face. Average physique. Wears a gray shirt, dark gray maxi skirt, black and white tennis shoes. Has a blank expression on most of the time.

Abilities: Elle has reduced physical sensations (pain, pleasure, etc), and has accelerated regenerative physical properties. Elle doesn't process her emotions normally either--she doesn't feel emotions, instead they take on a physical manifestation whenever they are present within her, altering the physical world around her in bizarre ways that can resemble telekinesis. It's like emotions arise in her, but before they are fully processed they become entirely externalized into the world, and she doesn't really get to feel them. She has never fully felt an emotion in her life, but she can detect if something happening around her is somehow her (involuntary) doing.
"Hey where are you going!?" Fiddles follows after the robed stranger.
"What are you talking about!?" Fiddles turns to the stranger in robes, confused and annoyed.
The winged snake girl whose name is Fiddles flies deeper into the stone corridor, looking all around with confusion. "Yo this place is whack!" She knocks on the walls with a knuckle, producing little sound. "Damn I want some cake."
*joins* hai~
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