Drowning Obsession

Under moonlight's silver glow,
a silhouette begins to show,
Big pale eyes of deepest blue,
messy hair in golden hue.
Soft lips whisper gentle charms,
lithe and graceful slender arms,
Skin as fair as morning dew,
beauty haunting, pure, and true.

Underneath the gentle beams,
messy hair that softly gleams,
Freckles scattered, pale skin bright,     eyes that hold the frost of night.
Loose clothes draped with quiet grace, beauty no one dares to place,
A voice so pure it chills the heart,
a haunting song that sets apart.

Leigh had met a noble lord,
a charming smile she soon adored,
Ash watched Leigh drift far away,
drawn by love's enchanting sway.
Ash saw visions grand and bright,
of music pure that reached new might,
Leigh sought peace, a simpler life,
free from dreams that led to strife

Ash grew dark, obsessed with sound, Leigh grew weary, turned around.
Ash's longing reached too far,
madness wrapped his heart in tar.
He thought to keep her, soul and song, in twisted dreams where she belonged,
But magic truth is never clear,
only echoes left to hear.

The night was cold, the moon was pale, a jealous heart began to wail,
Ash took Leigh where shadows lay, where nightmares twist and fray.
A final note, a final breath...
Leigh met silence,
Leigh met death.
Did her soul become his own?
Or is it madness carved in stone?

In the moonlight, music weeps,
a hollow chord that never sleeps,
Eyes that burn with love and hate,
a twisted bond, a shattered fate.
Do they sing for two or one?
No answer shines beneath the sun,
A tragic beauty standing there,
a lonely soul beyond repair.



Passion of the Nightingale

The nightingale sang beneath the trees,
It's voice a whisper on the breeze.
It sought perfection, a flawless sound
Song so pure, the heavens shall drown.

It's notes climbed higher, sharp, bright,
Chasing stars through endless night.
But in the quest for perfect grace,
A curse was cast upon that place.

Now every song, while sweet and clear,
Drives hearts to madness...
Pulls them near.
A passion wild, too much to bear,
That leaves the soul in dark despair.
Oh, nightingale, your voice divine,
But all who listen, shall lose their mind.

Her melodies stir the deepest fire,
Awakening love, unchained desire.
Her flawless tune, both bright and dark,
Ignites the flame that leaves its mark.

Now every song, while sweet and clear,
Drives hearts to madness...
Pulls them near.
A passion wild, too much to bear,
That leaves the soul in dark despair.
Oh, nightingale, your voice divine,
But all who listen, shall lose their mind.

She sings alone, beneath the moon,
Perfect and cursed, forever in tune.


Race: Human
Age: 21
Face: Soft features, Icy-blue eyes, Fuller lips, Small nose, Faint freckles
Hair: Golden, Messy
Frame: Lithe, Lower shoulders
Arms: Slender, Delicate
Legs: Toned with dainty feet
Behind: Round, A good handful
Sex: Male
Role: /Depends on the RP/

Curses/Changes:
-A curse was put upon them from a witch, and the clock is ticking...

(Not so new to RP/ERP anymore, but still quite new to NWN as a platform for it, excuse me if I'm a bit lost or slow! Very new to this server.)

Yes: Generally looking for character development on both sides, interested in seeing, being involved in ongoing plotlines. Not every RP should be sexual in nature, lewd scenes with meaning behind them are felt as more impactful. Open to experiencing a variety of kinks, with the ones that have proven to work being: Corruption, BDSM, Clothing/Appearance changes (In a more feminine direction), Curses/Magic/Cursed items, Compulsions, Orgasm Control, Teasing, Slow burns

Maybe: Feel free free to try anything out, I will tell you if I'm not feeling it.

No: Underage and everything surrounding it, Bathroom, ID-Death, Insane proportions, Lack of agency...