Post by Upa on Feb 26, 2023 18:53:22 GMT -5
Discord Name: Redkins#7658
Starting Character: Upa
Starting Planet: Earth
Character Race: Human
Starting Stat Distribution:
Starting Trait Distribution:
Starting Technique: Bukujutsu
Character Bio: Upa is the son of Bora, chief of the tribe living in the Sacred Land of Korin. Upa lives in the village stationed by the base of the tower, and is to become chief of the village one day himself. Throughout his life he didn't learn much beyond his village's ways, with the bare minimum of knowledge regarding civilization granted. Currently sixteen years old, it's safe to say his life up until this point was rather unremarkable; finding mostly a sense of fulfillment in serving his home land and the tribe, for a time. But that...
Can get very boring. In his recent years, more frequent contact was made with the 'outside' world; mostly in the form of light trade, an idea sparked by one of the village teens. Joining on occasion opened Upa's horizons to another, interesting way people live in. As he started sharing with his father Bora of his ventures, the chief made a decision to let his son explore the city and what's beyond; apparently, that would be a good lesson before he becomes chief. And so, Bora 'banished' Upa from his home, to go fend for himself outside.
It's fine, he's plenty stronger than your normal human! ...Right?
Character Picture: Link here
Sample RP:
Starting Character: Upa
Starting Planet: Earth
Character Race: Human
Starting Stat Distribution:
- Strength: 1000
- Speed: 1000
- Toughness: 1000
- Stamina: 1000
- Vitality: 1000
Starting Trait Distribution:
- Determination:
- Charisma:
- Intelligence: 5
Starting Technique: Bukujutsu
Character Bio: Upa is the son of Bora, chief of the tribe living in the Sacred Land of Korin. Upa lives in the village stationed by the base of the tower, and is to become chief of the village one day himself. Throughout his life he didn't learn much beyond his village's ways, with the bare minimum of knowledge regarding civilization granted. Currently sixteen years old, it's safe to say his life up until this point was rather unremarkable; finding mostly a sense of fulfillment in serving his home land and the tribe, for a time. But that...
Can get very boring. In his recent years, more frequent contact was made with the 'outside' world; mostly in the form of light trade, an idea sparked by one of the village teens. Joining on occasion opened Upa's horizons to another, interesting way people live in. As he started sharing with his father Bora of his ventures, the chief made a decision to let his son explore the city and what's beyond; apparently, that would be a good lesson before he becomes chief. And so, Bora 'banished' Upa from his home, to go fend for himself outside.
It's fine, he's plenty stronger than your normal human! ...Right?
Character Picture: Link here
Sample RP:
In objective view far later, Ikkaku would have to pat himself in the back for not fully indulging himself in what she had to offer. That is to say, the act itself that he chose was as solid a form of giving he could, well, give. Entranced by her, dangerously hypnotized and riled -- and he still exhibited the same accuracy he’d practiced time and time again in his movements. If anything, it all rooted in the passion put into each of his touches. He craved her body for far too long, and kept away from it for so long only made each sensation received through that much more powerful. Really, it’s a wonder he held out this long.
Even through his tongue’s slowed, meticulous running in her; she should have certainly felt his lips lifting into a familiar, cheeky smirk. Her leg over his shoulder was very much noticed; taken note of, in case this vixen decided to once again try and overpower him. But at the same time, pleasing him in the primary intention behind it - she sought him out as well. Only waiting for him to shove his face into her like this. If he wasn’t as depraved as he came up to her, he’d have definitely played around that apparent desire, if just to tease her (read: piss her off). But honestly, who could bother when he’s like that? And with a woman like that too.
Slowly. Feeling out every piece inside. His tongue, initially flattened, reaching from the very base of her opening and hardened through its deepening - brushing hardened against her walls, up to the ceiling and once more softened. His neck leveraging to keep the tongue’s soft state, fully stuck out as he stimulated against her still-hidden clitoris. And then, again. The sound of her whimpering voice by itself, could probably make him climax given enough time. But he wouldn’t settle for just that. “Oh.” -- He briefly stopped. It may have been a tad belated, but. “It can form more than words...” He cheekily boasted, then returned to repeat the same action. She knew very well he couldn’t let a taunting comment like that pass, right?
Briefly sticking his tongue into her depth as far as he could, strained to stick his tongue as much as he possibly could; his right hand, clenched upon her soft thigh in the heat of the moment, accompanied by his effort. At the same time, his left firmly held at her skin, running over her form. Over her toned stomach and side, fingers spread out as his prints dug into her. Up, then down as he reached to feel her entire body - whatever was laid out to him; stopping, shying away when reaching her breast, to run back down. Hoping to make her sounds escalate from mere moans to... Well, something more profound. Louder.
His tongue reaching to focus over her clitoris, his left - with her hand still holding atop it - reached close to her groin. Thumb used to pull at the skin right above her, changing the angle to better reach as he began to more quickly, more aggressively lick; focus on the gradually protruded extension beneath folds of skin. Eyes closed, Ikkaku would find himself entirely immersed in the act - losing himself completely. Once again, he was completely at the mercy of this trance. If Rangiku wanted, she could easily have him at her mercy then. If she so wished, of course.
Even through his tongue’s slowed, meticulous running in her; she should have certainly felt his lips lifting into a familiar, cheeky smirk. Her leg over his shoulder was very much noticed; taken note of, in case this vixen decided to once again try and overpower him. But at the same time, pleasing him in the primary intention behind it - she sought him out as well. Only waiting for him to shove his face into her like this. If he wasn’t as depraved as he came up to her, he’d have definitely played around that apparent desire, if just to tease her (read: piss her off). But honestly, who could bother when he’s like that? And with a woman like that too.
Slowly. Feeling out every piece inside. His tongue, initially flattened, reaching from the very base of her opening and hardened through its deepening - brushing hardened against her walls, up to the ceiling and once more softened. His neck leveraging to keep the tongue’s soft state, fully stuck out as he stimulated against her still-hidden clitoris. And then, again. The sound of her whimpering voice by itself, could probably make him climax given enough time. But he wouldn’t settle for just that. “Oh.” -- He briefly stopped. It may have been a tad belated, but. “It can form more than words...” He cheekily boasted, then returned to repeat the same action. She knew very well he couldn’t let a taunting comment like that pass, right?
Briefly sticking his tongue into her depth as far as he could, strained to stick his tongue as much as he possibly could; his right hand, clenched upon her soft thigh in the heat of the moment, accompanied by his effort. At the same time, his left firmly held at her skin, running over her form. Over her toned stomach and side, fingers spread out as his prints dug into her. Up, then down as he reached to feel her entire body - whatever was laid out to him; stopping, shying away when reaching her breast, to run back down. Hoping to make her sounds escalate from mere moans to... Well, something more profound. Louder.
His tongue reaching to focus over her clitoris, his left - with her hand still holding atop it - reached close to her groin. Thumb used to pull at the skin right above her, changing the angle to better reach as he began to more quickly, more aggressively lick; focus on the gradually protruded extension beneath folds of skin. Eyes closed, Ikkaku would find himself entirely immersed in the act - losing himself completely. Once again, he was completely at the mercy of this trance. If Rangiku wanted, she could easily have him at her mercy then. If she so wished, of course.
