Post by taintedseraphim on Feb 1, 2011 2:11:52 GMT -5
Name: Erin Weskar
Race: quarter orc
Eyes: muddy brown
Skin: Mildew green
Height: 6'7
Weight: She's a lady. That's not topic she will discuss.
Appearance:
Erin is clearly of orc decent, a singular beauty which the sight of her makes pulses beat faster, though from fear or from admiration, no one is entirely sure.
From her dainty figure to her ground shaking laugh, she draws attention and second glances.
She is always dressed in stylish clothing and a small medallion can be seen hanging between her rather ample bosoms.
Background:
Erin's lineage is rather a curious thing. Her father is a human cleric of Sune, one that believes firmly in honoring all things beautiful, as well as finding life's pleasures where ever he can. One night, he and a group of friends decided to go drinking in a local tavern in Neverwinter and after several bottles of their most potent scotch, his eyes lighted upon a half orc female sitting in the darkened corner of the bar, regally holding her bottle of whiskey as though she owned the place. Their eyes met, and between the snickering and encouragement of his mates and the phenomenon known as 'beer goggles', she became simply the most ravishing creature Detornis had ever seen. After a single dance in which she led (in his defense, one would be wise not to try to lead a woman that is almost twice your size), they disappeared into one of the upstairs rooms for a night best left undescribed.
Nine moons (and one not so pleasant morning after) later, Detornis discovered a covered basket had been left for him at his home. Thinking it nothing more than a liter of puppies or kittens, he cheerfully brought it into the house, then sat down on the floor and reached into the basket with both hands, lifting out the wriggling bundle and greeting it with a warm, “What in the nine hells is this?!” Attached to the small frock the green babe was wearing was note, scribed in a clearly unpracticed hand stating that this was a souvenir of that long ago night, and that next time, do be a gentleman and don’t run out of the room in a sheet screaming upon waking up. Detornis, seeing the infant smile (luckily he didn‘t know it was because of gas), found it such a beautiful sight that all apprehension of being an instant father disappeared and he decided to raise her himself, teaching her over the years that which is pleasurable is good and that which is good is pleasurable.
Erin grew up with the mantra, “Life is to be lived to it’s fullest, and that which is not beautiful is evil.” She realized that many thought her evil because of her smashing figure which grew at an amazing speed, and she vowed to see beauty in everything, and find pleasure in every action she undertakes. Deep within her heart she felt this to be her life’s calling, so after receiving the blessing of her father, she headed for out from home in order to further her life’s experiences and to meet new friends.
Race: quarter orc
Eyes: muddy brown
Skin: Mildew green
Height: 6'7
Weight: She's a lady. That's not topic she will discuss.
Appearance:
Erin is clearly of orc decent, a singular beauty which the sight of her makes pulses beat faster, though from fear or from admiration, no one is entirely sure.
From her dainty figure to her ground shaking laugh, she draws attention and second glances.
She is always dressed in stylish clothing and a small medallion can be seen hanging between her rather ample bosoms.
Background:
Erin's lineage is rather a curious thing. Her father is a human cleric of Sune, one that believes firmly in honoring all things beautiful, as well as finding life's pleasures where ever he can. One night, he and a group of friends decided to go drinking in a local tavern in Neverwinter and after several bottles of their most potent scotch, his eyes lighted upon a half orc female sitting in the darkened corner of the bar, regally holding her bottle of whiskey as though she owned the place. Their eyes met, and between the snickering and encouragement of his mates and the phenomenon known as 'beer goggles', she became simply the most ravishing creature Detornis had ever seen. After a single dance in which she led (in his defense, one would be wise not to try to lead a woman that is almost twice your size), they disappeared into one of the upstairs rooms for a night best left undescribed.
Nine moons (and one not so pleasant morning after) later, Detornis discovered a covered basket had been left for him at his home. Thinking it nothing more than a liter of puppies or kittens, he cheerfully brought it into the house, then sat down on the floor and reached into the basket with both hands, lifting out the wriggling bundle and greeting it with a warm, “What in the nine hells is this?!” Attached to the small frock the green babe was wearing was note, scribed in a clearly unpracticed hand stating that this was a souvenir of that long ago night, and that next time, do be a gentleman and don’t run out of the room in a sheet screaming upon waking up. Detornis, seeing the infant smile (luckily he didn‘t know it was because of gas), found it such a beautiful sight that all apprehension of being an instant father disappeared and he decided to raise her himself, teaching her over the years that which is pleasurable is good and that which is good is pleasurable.
Erin grew up with the mantra, “Life is to be lived to it’s fullest, and that which is not beautiful is evil.” She realized that many thought her evil because of her smashing figure which grew at an amazing speed, and she vowed to see beauty in everything, and find pleasure in every action she undertakes. Deep within her heart she felt this to be her life’s calling, so after receiving the blessing of her father, she headed for out from home in order to further her life’s experiences and to meet new friends.