Post by Campion on May 29, 2017 6:08:31 GMT
“I can't stop this feeling
Deep inside of me
Girl, you just don't realize
What you do to me”
Deep inside of me
Girl, you just don't realize
What you do to me”
Name: Campion / Sasha
Nickname(s): N/A
Played by: Draconis
Age: 481
Theme Song: Hooked on a Feeling by Blue Swede
Date of Birth: November 5th
Sexuality: Bisexual
Blood: Mammalian Demon/Battle Golem- Rabbit Influence
Status/Occupation: I like to run around every now and then, performing bandit raids with the Wild Rats of the Savanna. But being a bandit all the time isn't actually all that fun. So sometimes I do mercenary work.
Loyalty: I guess I have some form of loyalty to the Wild Rats. But that's about it.
Abilities:
Sex Change- Campion is able to switch from male to female and vice versa whenever he wishes (Gift from Tataryn)
Swift Feet-Campion has enhanced agility and can move and maneuver himself twice his normal speed.
Spirit Animal- Campion can summon a spirit manifestation of himself, which takes the form of a small lop eared bunny.
Jumpy Bun Bun- Grants the ability to jump up 10 feet in height, or leap across 15-20 feet.
“When you hold me
In your arms so tight
You let me know
Everything's all right”
In your arms so tight
You let me know
Everything's all right”
Appearance:
Well then. Us mammalian daemons aren't very big now, are we?
I'm big for one. About 5'9"
I have a nicely toned, tall body
I'm quite...thin I suppose you could say. I do an endless amount of running.
Raiding caravans takes a lot of energy I'll have you know
I've got a face that attracts all the women
It's all rectangular
With broad jaw with a square line
Thin lips
Skin...well, it's sort more like my pa's
It's a very pale shade of brown
My ears attract the ladies too! They are very large, going up well past the top of my head
Furry and brown striped with black
Oh. And did I mention? They are rabbit ears
Make fun of them and I'll kick your ass
Almond eyes, colored in with an ever cold yet charming hazel
With a bit of gray mixed in there too
My hair is very wavy
A dark brown, almost black
Most times I tend to enjoy it at a longer length
But now and then I take a dagger and chop it all away
And speaking of chopping, shall I tell you of my weapon?
I call it Shalla
And Shalla is a steel axe, yes she is
Long yet light enough for me to wield with one hand
By the gods! I have yet to speak of my battlescars!
One long cut across my chest
And quite a number of large ones on my forearm
All of which attract even more women
And clothes? Pft. Who needs clothes
I guess I do..sometimes.
Mostly I just enjoy an animal skin kilt with straw sandals
I don't care about shirts much to put any one, 'cept in the winter
Female Form
Thanks to that god, Tataryn, I can be a woman too
And damn am I gorgeous
I don't shrink in height, thank the gods
But my shoulders are no longer broad; they are narrow and sleek
My pecks turn into breasts that are, in my opinion, quite large
Then my body curves at the waist, only to widen back at my hips
And you know how I used to have some bulky-ass legs? Well now they're all sexy and feminine
However, I have noticed that I am still nicely toned. All that hard work I did in order to gain them muscles still shows
But not to the point where I look like a manly woman, nuhu
No longer does my face look all hard-core and chiseled
When i'm a lady, it's heart shaped with a smooth jawline
High cheek bones, and a petite nose that I think is kinda cute
Basically my face just looks like a babe's face
The color of my eyes haven't changed, but their shape has;
Now they're more narrow and filled with lush lashes
As for my hair, it lightens a lot
Since I like my hair staying short, it stays short in my woman form too
Oh and let's not forget that my rabbit ears are still the same!
As far as clothes go...well, I try to be feminine
And wear somewhat revealing outfits
I'm still sorta awkward with this all 'being a woman' thing though, seeing how I've live my life having a dick
Pets:
Kali; A five month old, long-haired herding dog (German Shepherd) with a floppy left ear and a erect right ear. Kali is playful and bold by nature and is very loving to other people.
Crawk; Once a cute, short-haired herding dog (German Shepherd) with floppy ears, Crawk has changed into a different species alltogether. After consuming a magical egg, the cute herding five month old dog was trasnformed into a fully grown Warg. Once he was a shy and anti-social pup. Now he is a dangerous and aggresive predator that shows no mercy to any that harm his master, Campion. Even though he is Kali's sister, he no longer has anything to do with her. He tends to be lazy a good deal of the time as well.
“I'm hooked on a feeling
I'm high on believing
That you're in love with me”
I'm high on believing
That you're in love with me”
Personality:
I like animals
Even the adorable fluffy ones
And I especially like rabbits
They are just...I can't even explain them
I don't care if people know
There are few people that I do like
Since most tend to make fun of my ears
'Cept for women. They think it's cute and attractive
And I'm down for that
Mercenaries do what it takes to get their jobs done
So that is what I do, to get some coin
Bandits are heartless killers and thieves
And I am that too (except with animals)
I like to charm women and men I think are pretty
And maybe I would like some sort of permanent relationship
But that don't matter
I stalk along the savanna with an urge to kill
Never am I merciful
But I've been told that I have a softer side
Especially around animals
You cannot trust me
And I am loyal to no one
But sweet talk me or bribe me
And I could just very well stop myself from swinging my axe at your neck
Stats:
“Lips are sweet as candy
It's taste stays on my mind
Girl, you got me thirsty
For another cup of wine”
It's taste stays on my mind
Girl, you got me thirsty
For another cup of wine”
History:
Let me start this with the basics: I was born in Dream Land, blah blah, parents did what all daemon parents do, blah blah, had a good childhood with a younger sister named Kitten, family moved to Litharia when I was forty two, blah. Now I'll get to the good stuff.
I became an urchin in the streets of the City soon after moving. A simple and hard life, fending for yerself. But I managed like a few tended to do. Met some other daemons, made some alliances, stole, killed at even a young age. All that and more. I grew up in the City living that life, never thinking nothing of it. But the same old routine grew tiresome and boring. I wanted something new, so I left. Easy as that.
Wanna know where I went? Well, to the Savanna first of course! Where else? I wandered a bit out there, but life grew much tougher. There were no traders or merchants that set up stalls. When I found out caravans go into the City, I returned to my old 'friends' and formed a band called the Wild Rats (mainly cause most of the people in the group were rat shifters). We left the City together and started raining hell down on the travelers. We got everything: coin, clothes, food, and even some well trained pets and slaves! Course we sold them to get more coin.
All went well, till we ran into a patrol. Damn humans clapped me and two other Rats in irons and took us to a holding cell. Luckily for us, it was not one in the Ice Castle. So we were able to pick the locks and scurry out! No longer were we reckless, but still we made sure to raid caravans. And for many a years, I made sure not to return to the city. I was a wanted man.
Bandits are not loyal. Not even to each other. So one man named Twitch decided to try n' kill me to get all my goods. Nearly succeed too by slashing his sword 'cross my chest and slicing into me arm over and over. But I still had some friends, enough to take him down and patch up my wounds.
I healed quick. But at that point, I was growin' bored of only doing raids. So I decided to take up some mercenary work. Simple it may be, but it got me coin. The others got all jealous 'cause I was more useful than them. But they got over it. So sometimes I raid and sometimes I am a sell sword. But I am still a wanted man, so I make sure to watch my footing 'round the city.
Recently: So more time passed, did more raiding. Ya know, the words. I found a litter of three pups one day in the City of Thieves. Kept two and gave one to my second in command, Gingie. I named one pup Kali and the other Crawk. Not long after that, there was this one day some god or something or other gave me an egg. He told me I had to feed this transforming egg to one of my dogs and BOOM. It would turn into a Warg. So eventually I did and what do ya know, Crawk turned into the massive daemon hound!
Later, when I left the pups and Warg in the care of my friend, Ginger, I meet his hot-as-hell check named Domino. She was smokin-hot and was the type of woman I liked to spend time with. Sadly, she turned out to be gay. No-hum.
Of course the day couldn't be peaceful as we were attacked by a Chimera. We killed it, took its parts, and spent days looking for a buyer before finding a weird potion shop, owned by some kid named Nev. It was there when a serpent-god thing appeared, bit me in the neck, and turned me into a woman. Weird, I know. But it happened!
The weirdest thing happened later. I was cursed by the same god. I was transformed into a women and I had to endure three different things that only women could endure. After dealing with those trials, I forever gained the ability to transform into a woman when I wish.
Along my travels, I met a young girl named Keziah. She was a wreck, but I figured I'd help her out a bit, ya know? She had spunk and attitude, but she was still fun to travel with. So I started helping her with some life skills.
Roleplay Sample:
The sun kept the Savanna very hot and dry, even uncomfortable to someone like Campion. The whole afternoon he and the other Wild Rats had been sweating every ounce of water in their bodies off, and for what? Nothing. There was not a single caravan that came across them, not some sorry sod with only a mule, not even a patrol or a mouse. The flat and dry wasteland was so quiet and empty, enough to be considered unnatural.
"The hell is everybody, Sniddy?" A frown spread across his features. Even his ears laid back in annoyance. Campion expected no answer from someone as idiotic as the fellow Rat, but he needed to get the question out there.
"How shoul' I kn'w, bo's?" The large man's heavy Boil accent used to be hard for Campion to understand, but eventually he got the hang of it. Sniddy was even bigger than the rabbit daemon himself. The man stood around six four with really, really broad shoulders and a square chin. While he was not necessarily smart, Campion knew that he could kill a man in one blow.
Since pissing off the giant was not on the daemon's list, he only grunted in reply and threw his axe Shalla on the ground. "Well this is bloody brilliant. We can't get no coin if there ain't any caravans!" The others, who were all relaxing under one of the few trees that inhabited the Savanna, looked up at him with disappointment and annoyance.
What was a man to do? Summon a merchant out of thin air?! Campion threw his arms in the air and sat down with the others, giving each and every one of them glares. "Well then lads, guess we're stuck under this tree for the rest of the day."
