Race: Undead
Personality Traits: Melancholy
Class: TavernSlut
Bond: None...
Favorite color: Midnight Blue
Favorite Cake: Devil’s food
Lewd Personality: Voyeurism
Lewd proficiency: Mammary intercourse, Oral Sex.
Turn Ons: Light sources and Warmth
Turn Offs: Being pressured.
Likes: Poetry, Music, Journaling, The Living
Dislikes: Gossip
Late at night, in the city’s taverns, patrons whisper of a strange aberration in the hallways, a sorrowful beauty.
Lost in thought, she writes on walls and sometimes gently gestures for patrons to follow her to a bedroom. Some claim they wake in the middle of the night to a chill at their side. She lies beside them for a moment, a gentle smile of comfort on her face, only to slip away when she senses they are aware of her, melting into the walls as if spurned. Others gossip that once, she was an elven girl who dreamed of working at the Honeypot, drawn to its laughter and other “engaging” sounds. She longed for a chance to be part of it, but tragedy struck, and her dreams ended too soon.
Some say she was a witch, who dwelled too deeply in the dark arts, obsessed with Death, and a Devil answered, giving her everything she wanted. Rumors have it that the redhead had something to do with it and took her place. She could never compete with a voluptuous gothic maiden.
Men’s souls are too weak to resist such things.
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2025-10-09 06:34:00 +0000 UTCGame King
2025-10-09 05:00:58 +0000 UTC