Dorian Steelsoul

Portrait

Description
(( I've recently become a parent! Celebrations aside, I might occasionally need to run off to take care of a newborn, sorry! This may mean brief interruptions during scenes, or in urgent moments, possibly even having to leave. I'll always try warn if this happens! )) The Adventurer A curious, cheerful grin was as good a place to start as any with this man - for it was something he wore with every breath and gaze. Often adorned with all manner of equipment, from swords and bows to ropes and potions; his adventuring nature was plain and presented for all to see.  He stands at just under six feet, though surely he'd claim it was close enough for any measure, and possesses a build that tells of a true love of averages in his training. The shape of his form was lean, toned, a man unconcerned with being able to break down walls or wrestle a dragon - yet was firm, profiled enough that it told him as being far from a gymnast and acrobat in turn. A merry blend of hardiness and grace, power and finesse, he could've surely blended in with a formation of soldiers as easily as a band of scoundrels.  His finer features were similarly basic, from his hair that flowed down to his shoulders in black, to the eyes that rested somewhere between grey and blue. His lips were firm, masculine, though expressive enough to ensure that every word he uttered and expression he gave was presented in those features eagerly. As for what he wore, it was forever a similar expression of his nature. Whether it was a suit of half-plate, manoeuvrable and strong alike; or the leathers of a less conspicuous attire, he forever had some manner of tools of his trade upon him. Perhaps it was a sword slung over his shoulder, or the quiver of arrows hanging at his hip - or in other days something less martial, from pouches of potions and wands, to coils of rope and basic tinkering tools of a thief.    He was of course scarred, marked by his journeys - his body in every exposed inch was a tale all its own of combat, of struggle. They were faint, as if he had attempted to heal each, yet there was no hiding the cuts of blades, the pulls of rope, the scars of fire and ice. And yet he saw each as a mark of survival, a victory - even if perhaps not in battle; happily sharing a story for each. *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* As a self-proclaimed 'pocket mage', Dorian has a collection of wands and potions to suit almost any need. If used against your character, consent is given to ignore the effect entirely if you choose - in these cases, Dorian will suffer a mishap. He isn't a mage himself, after-all, and these wands are made to facilitate the lights indicated below, not to negatively impact another's play. *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* Dorian loves everyone and everything; but does have a slight preference for those presenting as feminine, no matter their equipment! Though good chemistry solves so much. For Lights, i'm into a wide range of things from innocent, mundane, playful stuff - through to the fun of dominance and power play. For best results, check my f-list. https://www.f-list.net/c/dorian%20steelsoul But, here's the short List! Favourites - Yeeeeeeeeess!!! Non-Erotic Role Play! Breast play, magic play (transformation, mind-control, gender-benders), vices, size play, playfulness, flirting, seduction, mischief, oozes, strange creatures, furries, thick, consensual dom/sub, playfulness. Green - Always Eager! Feminine characters, all races, all sizes. Vanilla sex, experimentation. Amber - Worth a Shot? Masculine characters in ERP, group scenes, semi-public (whispers). Red - No. Hard-vore, scat, permanent changes, monogamy, public, or any form of IC non-consent.
Player:	ThisWasATriumph
Gender (Visually):	Male
Race (Visually):	Human