Tell Friendly. Always up for a bit of green, even if I'm afk. However, I prefer devoting my full attention if I am in a scene. If I'm in a group of people or near one, I may not have the chance to respond to every message! Enjoy the read!


Levi Atan is a towering figure of chiseled muscle and dominance. At a glance, he's easily confused for a creature of barbaric or savage influence when wearing loose-fit clothing and furs; though his speech is a bass-filled growl. Often Bestial, he might snort or grunt in response to simple questions or when answering in humor.

For an in depth look, his hair is a dark tone of stained oakwood that gradually fades into sun-gold blonde just a few inches after the roots. He keeps two braids beside his face that dangle between the massive horns protruding from somewhere around ear-height; their tips curve just below his chin and a few inches out from it, capped by two adamantine studs. A second pair sprouts from the ridges of his hairline that curve back along his scalp as if to hold that mop of hair back. Along the brow, bridge and ride of his nose are a set of blackened scales to offset the symmetry of his face. His eyes are two molten gold orbs that dimly glow, unwavering and unblinking in twin oceans of equally black sclera. His skin tone is a faint red- either by natural pigment or too many hours in daylight.

His body is a mountain of muscle mass, with a physique that would have even the greatest of Gods nodding in approval. Strangely, the only blemish he harbors is a faint cut upon the soft flesh of his lower lip; the rest of that faintly rose-toned body has a texture of lambskin smooth skin but as resilient as diamonds. His staggering height and thick build are supported by equally powerful legs, keeping him upright most days lest he's sleeping or sitting.

Speaking of being a colossus, this man is currently at a hunch, keeping him just shy of nine feet tall (though the model limitations halt him at seven feet). For those who are curious, it should come as no surprise he's certainly bolstering and supporting more than the average man's size ''where it counts.'' His bitch-tamer is an impressive girth, able to stretch any hole it finds; but any recipient can rest in assurance it won't be rupturing anyone's organs. He's a brute, but he's not a minotaur. That package is covered in a thick, veiny sheath to start but as it grows to its full attention that sheath peels back to form a thick ring of flesh to serve as a natural knot.

Coming across Levi in the street, one would be met with a bored and almost exasperated look when eye contact is made. Reason being, his looks usually put him at the pointed ends of pitchforks and blades, along with unsavory words that stick in the back of his throat like a cold that just won't quit. However, warm welcomes are returned with fanged smiles and a gravelly, growly voice that rumbles as deep as the caverns of the Underdark and a well mannered, educated vocabulary that is equally as foul as it is proper depending on the situation.

We'll keep lights to the minimum; Hard limits are kept to bad ends, toilet stuff, child-like, toxicity, PVP mechanics, low effort RP, and first/second person perspectives (You do you, but it irks me; sorry.)

Maybes? LARGE groups of people all at once, all the time. I can't keep up with everything. Dice rolls; they never favor me. Vanilla.

Fuck yeah~ Detailed RP. RP build-up to ERP. Debauchery. Hedonism. (You've seen my name, right?) Degenerate hand holding and struggle snuggles. "Colorful" diction within RP, 4th wall breaks, Long posts *just as long as it's punctuated correctly*, Wisecracks, shenanigans, PVE Adventures!

Levi's preferences? Effeminate presenting: Females, Futas, Femboys, Thick tits, small tits, pierced tits, breeders, bangers, boppers, bouncers, fiends, demons, devils, celestials, nymphs, dryads, fey, unseelie, kitsune, yokai, drow, monsters, cryptids, half breeds, hybrids, other heathens GONE WILD. You get the gist.

GAME ON!