OC SECTION
I'll start with the OC information so we can be clear right away:

1) Your redflags will always be respected (although I don't like sub/slave pgs with 37582586 redflags)

2) If you want to play or meet Murasame, send me a message: I'm friendly and especially I don't like spending half an hour "accidentally" looking for characters to play with on sinfar's 150,000 maps, or spending time trying to figure out if you're AFK while you're on the side of the road.

3) Murasame is a character focused on femdom, BDSM, slave-mistress relationships, violence, humiliation, all the fetishes possible and imaginable from the most normal to the most extreme and degrading. Then don't say I didn't tell you. If you're looking for vanilla stuff or tender characters, look in Sinifer Square, not Murasame

4) I REALLY like doing Rp and exporting the topics I mentioned in point 2 out of the ERP. I also enjoy exploring maps and dungeons together, playing faction and PvE events (Pvp makes me vomit, especially on nwn). In Rp I don't roll fucking dice and I don't expect you to roll any, play as your heart tells you.

5) In the IC section you will find Murasame's POWERS which are ONLY used to help you create interesting RP situations with her and will only be activated upon your express request in a private message, or if it is very clear from your FLAGs if you love that type of themes in a particular way.

Murasame is feminine but can grow a dick sometimes.
She's switch, but 99% top (because honestly in the time spent here i was not able to find a decent dom - no offense intended.)


My REDFLAGS in a nutshell:
final death, banned things in general, people going afk without warning (I'll leave you there or log out directly), people playing nwn to make drama, people explaining to me how they want to be fucked in private messages, exclusively vanilla stuff, "slaves" who redflag public humiliation, and if I can think of anything else I'll add it.

MY FAV STUFF in a nutshell:

femdom themes, adoration of feet, boots, hands, any other limb, public and private (unquestionable) humiliations, name-calling, furniture slavery including toilet slavery, light or heavy torture depending on your limits, whips, trampling.... you get the idea, there will be at least eight thousand other things like that that I like.

Here is a slightly more extensive list.

https://www.f-list.net/c/murasameeeeeeee/









IC SECTION

Background:


MURASAME, the cursed blade.

Before she was a blade, Murasame was a promise.

The swordsmith Akihiro Sengo did not forge weapons for glory.
He forged to protect his family:
his wife Hana, a quiet and devoted woman,
and his daughter Saya, still a child, who slept beside the forge listening to the song of steel.

When war reached their village, Akihiro received an order:
to forge a katana for the daimy? Kuroda Masanori, a lord infamous for massacres and betrayal.
Akihiro refused.
The refusal had a price.

Hana and Saya were taken hostage.
Akihiro bowed his head and accepted? but he cursed the blade as he forged it.

Every hammer strike was an oath.
Every fold of steel, restrained hatred.
When Akihiro?s blood accidentally fell onto the glowing blade, he spoke words no swordsmith should ever utter:

?May you never know peace.
May you always hunger for blood.
May you remember who created you.?

The sword was completed.
The family was not returned.

Kuroda had Hana and Saya executed before Akihiro?s eyes,
then forced the smith to carve his name into the blade before cutting his throat with it.

From that day on, the katana never stopped killing.

It passed from hand to hand:
generals, assassins, traitors.
Each wielder slowly lost their mind.
Each battle ended in slaughter, often against allies, lovers, brothers.

The blade remembered.

Over time, Akihiro?s hatred, grief, and regret fused with Saya?s shattered innocence and Hana?s silent rage. No longer a single curse, it became an entire family imprisoned in steel.

During a desperate ritual, a monk attempted to purify the sword.
He failed.

The katana shattered?
and what emerged was not release, but birth.

From the broken blade rose Murasame:
bearing the form of a woman,
eyes filled with ancient hatred,
and a katana beating at her side like a living heart.

Murasame does not seek redemption.
She does not seek justice.

She seeks only to ensure that the world keeps bleeding, like the heart of her creator.

And as long as someone is willing to seek violence, she will continue to walk.

DESCRIPTION

Murasame manifests as a beautiful and terrifying woman, her presence impossible to ignore.

Her skin is silvered like polished steel, smooth and cold, reflecting light as a freshly forged blade. Her hair flows long and wild, deep crimson like fresh blood, moving as if stirred by an unseen heat. Her eyes burn with a demonic red glow, empty of mercy, heavy with ancient hunger.

Her lips are scarlet, vivid and alluring, parting just enough to reveal razor-sharp vampiric fangs, always bared, always yearning for blood. Crowning her head rise two long, massive demonic horns, curved and elegant, their surface resembling tempered steel shaped like twin swords, as though forged rather than grown.

She wears an ancient ceremonial kimono, once noble, now torn open along the legs, stained by time and battle, clinging to her form like a relic of a life long destroyed. Draped over her shoulders is a mantle black as the deepest night?so dark it appears translucent. Those who stand close enough can see their own reflection lost within its darkness, as if the cloak were a mirror to the void itself.

Her hands end in cruel, elongated claws, talons capable of ripping a human body open without effort, forged not for restraint but for slaughter.

Almost always, she holds a katana: Murasame itself?the cursed blade given form. Whether gripped in her hand or hovering at her side, the sword is never truly separate from her, pulsing faintly like a living thing.

Above her head floats an enormous blood-red sigil, suspended in the air like a burning curse. It turns slowly, silently, radiating malice and binding her existence to the vow that birthed her.

The most skilled magicians and spellcasters (you decide) can understand the nature of the seal: an ancient curse.
And they understand that the real Murasame is the cursed sword, while the seductive creature holding it is a shadow, an illusion.. is smoke.

RP POWERS:

1) Seal of the Shattered Bloodline: The great blood-red seal that floats above Murasame?s head is not merely a binding?it is a mental gateway.
The person who stares at it for too long?whether out of curiosity, defiance, or simple distraction?risks being magically influenced.
In the nights that follow, the subject begins to dream of:

a forge engulfed in flames, stifling and blistering, with the rhythmic sound of a hammer striking steel and a child singing, a slow, broken lullaby, off-key and unsettling.

?Hammer sings, the fire hums,
Little hearts go quiet, numb.
Steel is warm, don?t look away,
Close your eyes? it?s time to stay.?


As days pass, the visions bleed into waking life:
reflections of fire in metallic surfaces, the smell of iron and blood that is not truly there and the child?s voice whispering the subject?s name
In rare cases, the figure of the child can be glimpsed for brief moments, standing motionless just behind the subject or at the edge of their vision, before dissolving like smoke.

The influence weakens the will, disrupts sleep and concentration, besides makes the subject more receptive to Murasame?s call.

2) THE HUNGER
Murasame does not feed like a mortal creature: she drinks will and blood as one.

When she wounds a living being, Murasame can absorb the blood by vaporizing it into the air, feeding even without direct contact. The consumed blood regenerates her wounds, leaving the victim weak, trembling, and hollowed out.
Creatures slain in this manner appear drained and metallic, their bodies resembling silver statues.
She can also drink blood like a vampire would do.

3) SPIRITUAL PARASITES
Murasame's hits do not mark the body: they directly affect the soul and spirit.