Asgaroth
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[[ Special Note!: Asgaroth is a tanar'ri demon, and as a result can be summoned by mages or clerics. If you want to arrange some RP around this, let me know! I'm tell-friendly and would love to play out some scenarios involving dealings, corruption, possession, or even satisfying mere carnal pleasures!
Additionally, he possesses a limited shapeshifting ability which allows him to explore the darkest, most perverse desires that be. As such, the following description might not always be perfectly accurate. ]] The massive demon before you is built like a rock; his dark, hairless complexion is reminiscent of smooth, polished hematite, and his broad shoulders give way to thick, powerful arms and rippling pectorals that seem as if they were sculpted to perfection: like a statue depicting some greek god. The deep, defined ridges of his abdominal muscles easily provoke the envy of lesser men. Often appearing as a tall, six-fingered humanoid, Asgaroth bears a noble, handsome face, with his ears and nose pierced by heavy tungsten rings - though there's the matter of those sharp, dark horns jutting out of his brow and temples, cradling the jet black mane of his hair like a sinister crown; and the chrome red orbs that are his eyes, burning with a hatred and lust for all things pure, in an endless quest of corruption - offering naught but the darkest of promises. Broad and black dragon-like wings, tipped with sharp spikes, spread from his back - enveloping the demon's herculean form and then some, casting a deep shadow that would easily eclipse any who might stand before him and blot out the sun. They do not reflect the light, but swallow it whole; like a gaping maw to a world where light becomes darkness - and darkness something deeper still. The air around Asgaroth seems to rise in temperature, and bears with it a strange, cloying smell: a pungent stench that is strangely pleasing, in a perverse way that cannot be admitted in polite company. So thick that it can be tasted without even using one's tongue, it permeats and invades the senses, the otherworldly pheromones assaulting the minds of the weak-willed with the overbearing, sinful thoughts of carnal pleasures of the flesh. The source of this musk was readily apparent -- the impressive "V" of the fiend's adonis belt led to his crotch, where between his strong thighs a fat, vascular slab of meat hung low. Thick veins bulge along its dark surface all too vulgarly, visibly throbbing and pumping out the thick, foul ooze of the demon's precum in a constant drool of long, sticky ropes that expunge from the thick urethra of his plush, dark crown, as if to ease the excess that the bloated, aching melon-sized testicles of his wouldn't - and couldn't - stop generating. Despite his size and cloven feet, he moves with the grace of a great feline hunter - often so quiet that his presence in the dark is only betrayed by the rise of temperature in his vicinity and the stench of his sweat and loins. There is that tail, too - long, thick and heavy, like a dragon's or a lizardfolk's, dragging behind his measured, calculated steps. Reds: Dickgirls, herms, males, halflings, furries, vore, poop. Yellows: Characters with no descriptions, terrible grammar or an inadequate grasp of the english language. Greens: Humiliation, degradation, cuckolding, cock worship, scent play, ball sucking, oral, cum addiction, cumshowers, impregnation, big titties, lactation, orgies, double-teaming. Whites!: Being summoned! Please, mortal, call upon the lower planes to fulfill your dark and selfish wishes. |
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| Player: | Moddey-Dhoo |
| Gender (Visually): | Male |
| Race (Visually): | Human |