Shard Run/PVE:
Primary: Healer
Secondary: AC Tank


Always an RP/erp Character!

Heavy light pierced the heavy curtains and the room lit up with a harsh white light. Winter was coming and last of the bright mornings had arrived. Slowly, as not to put himself in too much pain, the warrior lifted himself up. He pulled his legs over the edge of the bed and let himself breathe for a minute. He was an older man, for a warrior at least, late in his thirties or perhaps forties. Bald with a large black beard on his chin, it was filled with filth and dirt. His body, despite the injuries was in fighting shape. He was heavy with muscle and large veins bulged under his skin. The warrior was covered from head to toe in scars of every size, each told a story of countless battles. He tugged at the bandages around his chest, arms and waist. He pressed a finger into the cloth wrapping and hissed in pain.

 "You shouldn't play with those," the voice was soft and playful, "You might hurt yourself."
 The warrior raised his head and smirked. The nurse walked forwards, closing the door behind her. She was a young woman in her early twenties, he guessed. She was not a matronly woman, as was all too common in temples and field hospitals. Wild blue-tinted hair splayed out in random ponytails and handfuls of wavy locks. Her face was unblemished,as far as he could tell in the dim light on the room. She is wearing a white cotton uniform with a red crosses around her wide hips. The dress's cleavage is cut low, so low it ends just below her bellybutton. The sight of her toned form sets the warrior on edge and he beckons her over. With a sly smile she does a slow turn and makes her way over to him. The back of her uniform is far to short in the rear,letting her firm ass show slightly from the white cloth.
 The nurse sits on his lap and and lays an arm around his broad shoulders. The warrior tries not to show any sign of pain, but his face betrays him. His nurse begins to kiss the scars around his neck, letting her tongue play a moment before finding the back of his ear. She nibbles for a moment before whispering, "I told them you should not go face to face with Ersuul so ill-prepared."
  With a sigh of anger, "Gods dammit woman! Can't you let me have my moment of glory?"
 The nurse, smiling like a trickster, twists the warriors head towards her own and kisses him deeply. She finds his tongue with hers and the kiss lasts a long moment before she shoves the man back to the bed.
 "I don't think I can," the nurse laughs, "Now I've already got your shirt off, lets do something about those pants!"
 The warrior growls deep and low when the nurse takes a grip of his hardening cock. With just that, the tension begins to leave his sore body. The woman's hands are soft and her fingers work in smooth motions up and down. When the nurse gets the warrior's member hard and throbbing, she begins working her thumb around the head of the thick shaft.
  Moving in close, she breathes in deep taking in the scent of his sweat, of the stains of fatigue on his skin. She teases the base of his cock with her soft lips and a peck of a kiss. "How bad do you want it?" She raises an eyebrow waiting for a response and long moment passes.
"Badly!" Growls the warrior.

The woman's mouth is soaking with warm spit, and when she takes the head of the warriors cock into her mouth he thrusts his hips lustfully...
  "Now now, just stay still and let me work." The nurse breathes with lust in every word, "You'll never get better if you don't...."
With a groan, the warrior closes his eyes and doesn't see her free hand reaching down to slip his loot from the Chasm into the magic bag tied to her hip...



As the warrior nears climax, there is a commotion and shouts down the hallway. "She must have went that way!"
"Look! Someone attacked this poor healer and stuffed her body into this corner!"
"There she is!!! Guards!!"

The warrior's eyes snap open as his aching shaft glistens in the candlelight like Scorn's Cleaver! He sees his ...nurse(???) smile, wink and fire a crossbow thru the open window as she is magically tugged out of the room and out onto the dark streets of Sinifer City....



Lights:

Reds:
"Nice tits, let's fuck" erp.
Insectoids/ovi sex.
Rules/Grammar nazis.
Attempts at Perma-anything.(Seriously, who thinks they can actually change someone else's character in any way without permission?)

Yellows:
Blank/boring/default bios. (No effort here usually means one-shot character)
Most undead. (Vampiric and Lycan are green)

Greens:
Walk-up RP, All races, all sexes, all orientations, Older/younger, Adultery, Consequences/Bad Endings, Consensual/Dubious Consent/Non-Consensual, Exhibitionism, incest, Kidnapping, Rape, BDSM, Slavery, Petplay, Aphrodisiacs/Alcohol/Drug use,  
Vaginal, Oral, Anal, Titty fucking, Breeding/Pregnancy/risk of..., Face slapping, Rough sex, Painful sex, Abuse, Denial, Cum play,  Dominance/Submission, plus more... again.. if you are unsure ask.