Earalia Melven
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Green/White lights: Descriptive and immersive emotes and descriptions in RP with attention to detail, Bad endings, slavery (non-consensual), abduction RP, rape play (non-consensual), dominant and abusive master/owner/boyfriend types (males), relationship RP with heavy sexual emphasis, vaginal/anal, pregnancy, verbal abuse/humiliation/degradation, playing the subdued miserable and abused girlfriend/wife (me), generally mean and abusive characters taking advantage of my hapless poor drow.. I really, really don't want her to be happy, or treated nice.
Reds: Shallow non-desriptive RP, people who can barely string two sentences together in their emotes, one-and-done RP (I like commitment and ongoing stories of misery), childlike characters, happy-go-lucky characters, non-serious and overly playful characters, goodly aligned heroes and friendly characters wanting to genuinely help my girl (pretending to want to help her to then use her is fine though!), toliet play, people who approach me or my character asking if I want to have some "fun" without even bothering to read this, people who want my characters to react in a specific predetermined (by them) way as a result of their actions, rainbows and unicorns.. Oh, and love. My girl is a drow, the concept of love is incomprehensible to her, it doesn't matter how much you want it sorry, she's immune! :) ***** Description & Background ***** Earalia is rather short, even by the standards of her race, even shorter than most drow males. What is worse, she is borderline plump and somewhat well-rounded, with curves in places there certainly shouldn't be according to the dark elven beauty ideal. Her eyes are an intense ruby red, although the dark mother, who clearly had a bad day at this womans creation "blessed" her with somewhat poor eyesight. Clearly, had Earalia not been born to the pitiful and down on their luck Melven family on the bottom rungs of the city's hierarchy, and if she hadn't been one of only two daughters in the small house Melven, she would most likely been tossed into the spider pits at an early age. Growing up in the most blessed City of Spiders, Earalias tale did not turn out to be quite as spectacular as those of certain other drow. Being a short and comparably weak girl, she was constantly bullied as a child, even by her elder brothers whom didn't exactly fear this runt of a sibling. Even worse, Earalia showed early signs of having difficulty in mastering reading. It took many routinely beatings and repeatead highly pedagogical abuse by her elder sister before she was deemed profiecient enough to be shipped off to the fabled Arach-Tinlith up at Tier Breche. Alas, what might have been a turning point for the young drowess in her otherwise not so spectacular life ended up being an even more nightmarish experience. Not the sharpest tool in the shed compared to the other more shrewd and capricious females of the academy, Earalia stumbled along through one borderline disaster to another. By her tenth year, she was barely even able to beseech the Dark Mother to grant her a simple light spell to try to read at by night. It's probably a minor miracle that she didn't manage to get herself killed by now, but the other priestesses-in-making and her instructors likely found her house of such insignificance that they felt there was no point in bothering. By her fifteenth year, when she still showed no signs of improvement or affinity for the mystical arts of the Lolthite clergy she was rather uncermoniously ejected on her by drow-standards well-cushioned butt on the steps leading up to Tier Breche. Her dear mother, blessed be her name, outraged by her incompetent daughters utter uselessness opted for the same approach and disowned her, to the laughter of the rest of her beloved siblings. It was probably by some cruel, twisted intervention on the Dark Mothers part that she wasn't simply killed, Lolths blessings and protection took curious forms at times to say the least. With little else going for her other than her not all too bad looks, and what little pitiful attunement to the clerical arts that she had, the down on her luck failed priestess wandered into the slums: Here she was able to find room and boarding at seedy "massage parlor" which in truth was more of a low quality brothel in all but name. This is most likely where one would still find her, if not for a few more unfortunate events and a run-in with a wizard... |
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| Player: | Drowbie |
| Gender (Visually): | Female |
| Race (Visually): | Human |