Race:  Human
Subrace:  Hispanic/Indigenous Tribal Hybrid
Age:  Late Teens to Early 20's
Hair:  Umbral Brown, Near-Black
Eyes:  Golden Yellow (originally Dusk Brown)
Skin:  Light Copper Tan
Build:  Lean, Muscular
Language Fluencies: English, Spanish, R'lyehian


Mercedes recently arrived in this world, cast out of her own and hurled across time and space by sorcery most foul and harrowing.

The revered and dusty old halls of Miskatonic University had not always permitted students of ethnic minorities to enroll, but even in those centuries when bigotry and academia walked arm in arm, Mercedes may yet have found tolerance, perhaps even welcome...though not for any benevolent reason, marked by otherworldly forces as she was.

For in her seventh summer of life, she joined her parents and siblings on a trip to visit her grandparents and extended family in Cholula, Mexico, just in time to celebrate the Day of the Dead.  But her family there had a most unusual fashion of celebrating the holiday, with a reeking altar of blackrock, entrails burnt as offerings, the anointing of foreheads and naked torsos with the blood of throated serpents...and not once were any familiar names of Divinity — like "Dios" or "Jesus" or "La Virgen de Guadalupe" — mentioned or invoked.  But who were these "Azathoth" and "La Niebla sin Nombre" and "Yog-Sothoth" so often mentioned in that questionable ceremony?

But the years passed from childhood to young adulthood, and much of that visit to Cholula was forgotten.  Mercedes graduated from her high school with a scholarship to pursue her education in Archaeology, a scholarship which the faculty at Miskatonic U were quite eager to accept.

Among the university's many collected relics was the Rostro del Terror, a mask unearthed in an ancient Aztec tomb near primeval Cholula many centuries ago, during the Spanish Conquest of Mesoamerica.  The Spaniards took the mask despite the fearful warnings of their conquered Aztec guides, warnings which spoke of the mask's curse, of entire Mesoamerican villages which met with bloodshed, disaster and extinction soon after the mask arrived in those locales.  The Spaniards, in their smugness, ignored those warnings, and the Rostro del Terror passed through many hands until arriving at the university in the hands of one Professor Abraham Whateley.

And in the flagstone bowels beneath Miskatonic University, clandestine cultists among the faculty and the student body alike had prepared for the arrival of Mercedes Torrenegra, marked for the Lurker at the Threshold almost 11 years prior.  They would find her, they would take her below, they would bind her to the black altar and in a grand summoning ceremony, Yog-Sothoth would arrive and impregnate Mercedes with his — or, perhaps, its — horrid bastard offspring, increasing Yog-Sothoth's power and influence on Earth and in the universe beyond.

But the entity behind the Rostro del Terror had other plans....

Spat out of one plane through a sudden rip in the fabric of the multiverse, Mercedes hurtled wildly through the interdimensional void until landing in another plane entirely.  What she thought had been an escape from Yog-Sothoth and the rest of the monstrous Outer Gods proved to be a mere withdrawal and repositioning, as she was all too dismayed to learn that the Outer Gods had already begun infesting, corrupting and invading the plane in which this Sinfar squatted, like a glistening gem waiting to be unwittingly plucked and dissolved in the bowels of a Thing That Should Not Be.

That maddening voice in the mask is speaking to her again.  What -- or who -- is this 'Nyarlathotep' of which the mask's voice speaks in her dreams, and what could this name hold in store for her?

But that worry can wait.  The Outer Gods are ascending from the horrid depths beneath the island Aeon, and if left unchecked, they shall devour everything.  Reluctantly shouldering her cursed and endlessly weeping axe with unearthly thews straining against her humble garments, Mercedes plods forth on unshod feet back into the fray....


GREENS:  Splattering the cultists, legions and nightmare creatures of Yog-Sothoth, Shub-Niggurath, Cthulhu, Thanaroa, Yig and other monstrous gods and Great Old Ones; Getting cuddly with ordinary and reasonably sane people; Getting cuddly with the lackeys of Yidhra or Amon-Gorloth; Sex as part of benevolent magical ritual or ceremony (preferably when the stars are right);  Oil, Massages, Footplay, Dryhumping, Vanilla Sex (favoring the Woman-on-Top positions), Rough Sex (or even Hatefucking), Domination (whether hers or -- if you prove yourself her better -- yours), occasional Non-Con/Rape Play (possibly with Charm spells or other Enchantments, as long as we can be reasonable about it), Bondage (ditto), Light Pain (ditto); men or women, from burly to androgynous; transexuals (shemales or femboys); threesomes, foursomes, moresomes.

YELLOWS:  Getting cuddly with the cultists and/or spawn of Lobon, Nath-Horthath, Zo-Kalar or other lackeys of Nyarlathotep (who may have something to do with her current empowerment); splattering the lackeys of Nyarlathotep (if only because she doesn't like Final Exams); Politically Correct transexuals; people with animal parts, including heads, teats and penises; characters with blank bios or Bioware bios; characters with super awesome godlike powers that couldn't possibly be fair or represented in NWN; do that and I reserve the right to spontaneously pull superpowers out of MY ass too.

REDS:  Getting cuddly with the lackeys of Yog-Sothoth, Shub-Niggurath, Cthulhu, Thanaroa, Yig and other monstrous gods and Great Old Ones; Godmoders and powergamers who give themselves "I press a button, you die" off-the-book superpowers (especially if they dive into big, angry snits if you even joke about that abuse or refuse to play along with it), along with the usual Scat/Vomit/Pedo/Necro/Permanent harm and cutty-choppy-mutilatey-killy-deathy stuff; if you're into that stuff, perhaps you've already lost all your Sanity from gazing into the Abyss!