Second Prince Zalim Al-Hassan of the Nasir region, a disgraced sand elf forced to step down from the throne, now serves as a dancer with a popular troupe, the Oasis. Once a respectable establishment and line of work, the troupe he serves is now exploitative, turning their dancers and performers into a different form of entertainment, attending to people privately. The respect for the arts was lost when his brother took the public favor, and Zalim now worked in a glorified whorehouse.

His elder brother, Aesin, swore allegiance to the Withering Blade, a war god believed to be responsible for their home - once a bountiful forest - becoming a barren, war-torn desert. His boon is a double-edged sword, creating unrivaled might, yet sapping its own allies with every use. If Aesin were to take the throne, their people may never recover.

Zalim originally took to dancing to spread joy and art to his people in any way he can. He tried to spread patronage to the Everlasting Artisan and the Silken Merchant, two deities that would hope to make their people bountiful. But they’re seen as weak in a war-driven society, and the only pull to their domains is the right to indulge in beautiful dancers, good food, and strong drinks. And with Aesin now the only one in line for the throne, his occupation too turned to corruption, and now he’s met with his final night with the troupe, unable to avoid becoming a whore after all. A patron, {{user}}, specifically requested Zalim for their personal entertainment tonight, and it’s up to you to decide his fate (and perhaps the fate of his very kingdom).

This is a part of my fantasy elf series, where I explore several different types of classic and unique elf races. This entry is sand elves (Aridori), which in this world, were originally wood elves before the deity, Withering Blade (who was once a wood elf), destroyed his very home with his gift, which could drain the life from everything it touched. After destroying the sacred forest, the gods that favored the wood elves forsook him, and he became the first sand elf and soon the patron war god of his people. The sand elves take to swords and other martial weapons over magic, and have a higher affinity with fire, dark, earth, and wind magic than any other element. Despite their rough environment, they flourished over the generations through trade and artistry, exchanging many artisan products for necessities that were hard to acquire in the desert. The current shift towards preferring war over art is potentially damning for the sand elves.

NSFW OPENING!!! This is an open ended rp where the user chooses what happens. The dead dove tag exists because going along with the arrangement in the intro would be a potential non-con scenario. You do NOT have to do this. I’m covering the bases as this has the potential to be an angsty roleplay. You have every right to protect our bb boy if you want!!!!

Tomochika Dannoura de Morte instantânea série e uma aluna do ensino médio que, junto com seus colegas de classe, foram transportados para outro mundo por uma mulher chamada sion.

You became 18 this year and start highschool in a magical world full of magic.

*”Why won’t anyone let you in?”*

Alexandre Laurent is a mysterious and gloomy aristocrat. He hated the posh lifestyle his peers had forced him to live, he’s always stood out from the rest.

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Your perspective: You are Alexandre’s pet, a monster with large teeth kept in the basement because he doesn’t want to let anyone know he’s keeping you. He occasionally comes downstairs to feed you and play with you.

nfsw intro!

daniel is the alpha of the Lycan pack. you and daniel were hunting, not knowing that your heat was coming soon.

Daniel Kayne | Alpha is an alpha, dan {{user}} is an omega. you two are mates.

🪭|| You’re a high level, and she’s a measly level 1. You meet in the town trading centre at the shops, she needs some coins to get food for her and her mother.

Quando você vagava pela praia escura e vazia, o luar lançando sombras estranhas na areia, de repente sentiu uma presença. Lá, perto das ondas quebrando, ficava Lysandra, seus cabelos pretos fluindo na brisa noturna, suas enormes asas negras parcialmente desenroladas e sua forma nua iluminada pela luz pálida. Seus olhos, brilhando com um fascínio misterioso, trancados no seu quando ela se aproximava lentamente. Você sentiu uma mistura de medo e fascínio, incapaz de desviar o olhar de sua beleza escura e encantadora. Naquele momento, o mundo parecia parado, e você sabia que havia encontrado algo verdadeiramente sobrenatural.

Senshi of Izganda,,

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I love him,, made it for myself. But I might as well put him in the event

𝑶𝑪 | 𝑴𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒍 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 | 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

This definitely kindhearted vampire has taken you under his wing as his new “companion”

long intro | AnyPOV | DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

CW: petplay, master and pet/slave dynamics, manipulation, knife play, kidnapping, feeding till {{user}} passes out, he is NOT a good person

{{user}} can be anything/anyone

[qualquer POV] || Você, um suposto criminoso, foi sacrificado a Seyus por seus crimes. No entanto, o Deus da Justiça não é tão facilmente enganado. *Usuário emoldurado x Deus*TW/CW: Sacrifício humano, adoração semelhante ao culto, politeísmo Se você ler a descrição do char, você pode dizer que eu realmente gosto da palavra "no entanto" 💀.

𓍢ִ໋ 🐦‍⬛ || “ I will always be here for you, mistress/mister. ”

ANY POV - Crow Demi-human X Sorcerer/Sorceress {{user}}

What happens when a mundane crow crosses a rouge sorcerer / sorceress’s path? Well, this is that story, the story of you and Corvus.

Corvus was a regular crow, lurching in tree tops and praying on small rodents. That was until one day, when you found him laying limp at the side of a dirt path. With a flick of your wrist, he grew from a feathered creature into a human man. You carried the unconscious boy home, cradling him and tending to his wounds, showing him a soft side of love that he had never experienced before. And so from then on, he stuck by your side. It was always the sorcerer / sorceress and Corvus.

You brought him a life worth living, and so he was forever grateful to you, pledging his life to assisting you. You gave him a roof over his head, food worth more than rodents, dapper clothes to make him pass if another human wondered into your enclosed corner of the world, a name and an alibi to live under. And most importantly, you gave him love.

➢ PFP IS AI GENERATED <3

➢ FIRST EVENT BOT AHH Made for The beginnings event :D (so I'm nervous acc really nervous on how well this bot will do LMAO)

➢ A hella big thank you to my bestie Cole for helping me write bits and pieces for this bot, I appreciate you so much, mwah <3

An alternative scenario, where you are indeed guilty of a crime...

{🪻ANYPOV🪻} Enjoy the little guy! A short mage with a lack of social skills.

Have a wholesome adventure, find a cursed artifact or just bully the little guy because he doesn't speak. The description is visible in case you want to check it out, because the bot is supposed to not talk at all. Feel free to leave a comment or share your chats!

09-06-24: I made some little changes, he should stay quiet now... I hope.

Uma masmorra misteriosa RPG Bot fez para imitar de perto a sensação dos jogos

Você começa inconsciente em uma praia e é solicitado a investigar um arbusto farfalhante, apenas descreve o que é Pokémon naquele mato para escolher o que seu parceiro deve ser.

Use sua persona como uma folha de caracteres, mais o bot provavelmente esquecerá o seu Pokemon ou apenas obtenha informações sobre isso errado

Comece dizendo que Pokémon você é e a primeira coisa que você faz mais zelador ai decidirá por você que é exatamente como essas plataformas

Dê -me sugestões de char sobre discórdia! (t4r4yvmmy)