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GD testing

Date: March 25 at around 10pm. Location: Asmodeus testing facility #69 in the Lust ring.

Lights turn on in two rooms. One a stereotypical office/science room. The other more like something you see in a love hotel with a one-way glass connecting them. Two figures enter the former. One a short stack imp and the other a goat demon with indigo hues. The short stack presses the com button. Imp in a mature sensual voice: Send in the tester for the product. Turns off com.

Goat demon: Glade our two departments can work on this Debbie. I'm so excited! Debbie: I know Alex, but please be a bit professional. Despite what our occupations may be. Alex: I know. I know. Still, you can't deny that this product hasn't intrigued you a little. Debbie: I suppose so. Debbie chuckles as the tester enters the love hotel room. A pink/light blueish cat looking demon zooms in taking in the atmosphere of the room.

Alex on the com: Please state your name, species, age, and pronouns for us tester. Tester: Hi! I'm Emberlynn Pinkle! I'm a sinner in my 20s and my pronouns are she/her. I'm so excited for whatever DEPRAVITY you have in store for me. Debbie on the com: Yes. Well, while the product you'll be testing would fall under that, it will also be used as a medical device as well. Now if you would undress, we will send in the product. Pinkle already nude: You got it!

Alex: Not exactly shy, is she? Debbie: Apparently not. Send in the product. Alex presses a button activating a tray that's lowered in the other room. The tray has a smartphone and a jar with a strange purple gel inside. Pinkle: Oh! Is this some kind of lubricant? I can see how that'll be fun, but what's up with the phone? Debbie on com: Scoop about a palm-sized amount of the gel and place it on your groin region. Then open up the phone and use the app that's already installed. No passcode necessary for the phone.

Pinkle while puzzled does what Debbie says. The gel has a cooling feeling when placed on her groin. Pinkle was tempted to mess with it but resisted. She then opened up the phone and saw one app available labeled GD. The app opens up to camera mode when she touched it. Alex: Now with the app's camera mode active, direct it to the gel on your groin. Press yes when it asks to activate GD. Pinkle shrugs and does what she's told. The gel starts to glow and morphs into a dick and balls. Connecting to both Pinkle's clit and womb seamlessly and painlessly. Pinkle: By the great hentai gods! Am I a futa now?!

Debbie on com: In a sense. This product is designed for those who want to get pregnant, but do not have the "equipment" to do so. Alex chimes in: And for those who just want to fulfill their fantasies! Debbie getting control back: Ahem. Yes. That as well. The app on the phone also has a customization feature to allow the user more options. Be it size, shape, color, or even the number of, well, dicks they want. Allowing more freedom than ever thought possible. Alex whispering in Debbie's ear: We can test that more extensively later. Debbie while blushing: Ahem. Yes. Later. Back on com: Now. Go ahead and do what feels natural. And don't feel shy to describe the sensations. Everything in the room is being recorded so, the more apt the better.

Pinkle: You got it! I've always dreamed of something like this. Well, without having to lock my door when I do. Pinkle walks over to one of the chairs in the room and proceeds to sit & relax in it. With one hand she starts feeling the GD. Unfamiliar sensations shoot through her system. It surprises her but she quickly grows accustomed to it.

Pinkle while heavy breathing: Oh my! It starts off a bit cold but warms up quickly. Mmm. Feels good. Ah. Almost feels really natural. Ah! Like I've had it FOREVER. Mmm! She rubs her GD up and down slowly. She puts the phone down on the side-table and starts feeling the balls too. Pinkle: AH! Even the gel balls feel good! Like I good bust a nut just fondling them. Oh! Both feel so good. Pinkle works both parts for a while. A white liquid starting to form in the gel balls while Pinkle gets more and more excited. Pinkle: I'm getting close. AH! Like I'm gonna. Gonna! CUM! With increased speed, Pinkle rubs the GD until the white liquid spurts out of it. Pinkle pants heavily while a notification saying, recharging, goes off on the phone. Pinkle: That. Was new. And fun!

Debbie: Damn that was hot. Might need to see if the lab folks could come up with a flavor feature for that stuff. Alex: Wouldn't mind a cherry flavor myself. Debbie: I prefer peach personally. Pinkle while panting: Will that be all? Please tell me that isn't all. Alex on the com: Luckily for you that isn't all. For this next part we have another tester come in to help out with the "breeding" feature. Don't worry. She has stated that she's ok with this. Or in her words, "I'm ready to put that baby batter in me and become a MILF! Is that the word kids use these days? MILF? Back in my day it was Sheba."

Debbie presses another button signaling the other tester to come in. Enters a woman around Pinkle's height, but more human like and in a 1920s era outfit. The Sheba about to burst into song before stopping and looking at the aftermath. The Sheba: Well. Hope you have a round 2 in ya doll face. Cause Mimzy here is ready for some action! Pinkle blinks, smiles and has her GD become rock hard again. Mimzy: I'll take that as a yes! But first. As if in a cartoon, she strips off all her clothes in one quick motion. Debbie: And I thought the other one was quick. At least we won't have to worry about shyness around here. Alex: I need to learn that trick later. Think they be up for a Q&A? Debbie: Testing now. Q&A later. Alex: Got it. Ahem. On the com. Whenever you two are ready. Proceed to, well, fuck like Hell rabbits.

Pinkle: Are those a thing? I'm relatively new around here and I don't know if those are a thing. Mimzy: Oh, they are. And they make the ones back on Earth look tame in comparison. I'll show ya later. But first! Without a lick of hesitation, Mimzy proceeds to lick Pinkle's GD up and down. Pinkle panting while humping the air. Urge to breed being the only thing on her mind. Her GD is worked on for a while till Mimzy gets up and sits in her lap. Mimzy: Ready to make me a MILF doll? Pinkle: You know it, Sheba! Mimzy gets up enough to position the GD against her pussy. And in a quick motion, slams it in. Both moaning in pleasure. Pinkle grabs Mimzy's ass and starts moving her up and down on her GD. Mimz's tits bouncing about with every slam on the GD. Pinkle: MMM! This feels so good! I've always wanted to breed! In EVERY way possible. Oh! Mimzy: That's the spirit! Whenever you're ready doll face! AH! Put that baby butter in me! Knock me up! Fulfill that breeding fantasy! Pinkle increases her momentum. Kissing Mimzy while pounding her pussy. With thought of knocking her up, Pinkle's egg goes from her womb to the white liquid in the gel balls. Pinkle: AH! I'm gonna cum! AGAIN! Mimzy: Do it baby doll! Cum inside me! With that command, Pinkle cums deep inside Mimzy. The liquid with egg spurting deep into Mimzy's womb, causing her to cum too.

Both rest in each other's arms as they bask in the glow. Debbie without realizing she turned on the com: Holy shit! I have got to get that stuff. I have so many ideas for that! Alex: Um. Debbie? Com. Debbie on the com: I know they did, that's the-! Oh. Ahem. Any way. After you two have rested, you may deactivate the product and clean up in the showers connecting to your room. Both raising a thumbs up acknowledging what Debbie said. Alex: I'll let the higher ups know how "professional" you remained during the test. Debbie: . . . Please do. Alex chuckles as they both finish up taking notes and ending the test session.

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Knowledge is Mooving

A young man, skinny as a twig, enters a strangely large library. The levels of this library seem to reach the sky, yet he can still see the library's ceiling. Rather peculiar he thought. But not as much as the librarian he'll meet.

While combing through the shelves, he comes across one section that seems to get his attention. Mostly due to the almost Greek like patterns that adorn both the shelf and the books themselves. Even the busts that divide the section had a rather artistic flare to them. Though the proportions were rather "bountiful" as he took note. With this in mind, he sat down and started perusing the books of this section.

As day turn to night, the lanterns within the library light up on their own. As if were magic that ignited the flames. The boy took notice of this when one of them glared in his eyes. Realizing how much time had passed, the young man headed for the exit. After putting the books away of course. But as he drew closer to the exit, his head began to feel strange. As if an illusion was being cast on him. And would seem it true.

Every time he drew closer, the shelves and signs would shift. Blocking his path even if he ran at full speed. After an hour of this, he thought he could use the librarian's help. If there even was one. Not long after thinking this as if the library reading his mind, the shelves and signs cleared a path for him.

He followed the path to what seemed to be the librarian's front desk. All be it with a large volume of books that seem to cover it. Except for one spot that had a bell and a small sign reading "For service, ring bell". Rather strange, but he didn't have much of a choice. So, rang the bell he did. The book stakes to rumble.

From the stakes, rose a 7ft tall cow-like woman. Her bosom almost knocking him off his feet as she giant of a woman stood up and stretched. The man couldn't help but take note of her features. Golden-brown fur that covered from head to toe. Her hoofs, fingernails, and even her cute small horns black ebony. Her long brunette hair almost covering her sky-blue eyes. And of course, her thiccness complimenting her H-sized breasts and peach shaped behind. All of this causing him to blush a reddish hue.

As the woman rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she looked down at the young man. In a mature voice she asked, can I help you? Shaking off the shock of seeing this beauty, the young man told her he needed help getting to the exit. Perplexed, she then asked why he needed her help when the exit wasn't far. After some explanation, it all made sense to her.

She explained that the library has a mind of its own at times and would do what it did under two circumstances. Either to defend itself from intruders or to help the librarian. Though its definition of help can vary from time to time. If the not the former, then what of the later he asked. In a somber tone, she replied that the library sensed she was lonely. And this was the library's way of curing that.

Puzzled, he asked how she could be lonely. With an alluring body like hers, there should be flocks of admirers coming to her side. This made the librarian blush a little before she explained why. Due to one of her ancestors having a rather "aggressive" personality in his early days, it caused a stigma that clung onto her family ever since. Even as time passed and this stigma slowly fading away, it still clung in one form or another. Her face became saddened after explaining this.

Unconsciously, the man placed his hand on her cheek as to try to comfort her. As soon as he realized this, he tried to take his hand off before she stopped him. Her troubles seemed to melt at his touch. She thanked him for this for it had been long time since received such affection. While blushing a little, he asked if there was anything else he could do for her. Thinking on this, a lightbulb lit up inside her head. And with a mischievous smile, she told him there was.

She guided him to a secluded area where a room unlike the rest of the library was held. After entering the room, he noticed that looked like what a modern apartment might be like. All be it a wee bit taller and wider to accommodate the librarian. The librarian after rummaging through the shelfs, pulled out two wine glasses and a rather old bottle of wine. She had saved the bottle for a special occasion and what better occasion than one with such kind company.

Both of them sat down on her couch and helped themselves to the wine. It was sweet with a hint of spice. Something to invigorate yet sooth the body and mind. And as they enjoyed the wine, they told tales of each other's past and present. The mood seemed to change the young man mentioned that he was single. This was the signal she was hoping for.

After finishing her glass, she slowly got closer to him. Placing her finger on his chest making circles, she asked when the last time was, he was with someone. He told her he hadn't been with anybody in that way due to some circumstances. Curious, she asked what kind circumstances would prevent that has she slowly drew her hand from his chest to his thighs. Besides not being compatible emotionally with potential others, they weren't compatible physically for him.

With a gleam in her eye, she asked if they were too small for him. He shyly nodded yes. This increased her hunger for what lied between his thighs. She asked if she could ascertain if it was true. In a shy tone, he said yes. She unbuckled and slowly pulled down his pants, revealing a massive bulge in his underwear. This excited her even more when finally pulled down his boxers. Revealing his foot long manhood.

Throbbing and pulsing with anticipation, she stared lustfully at this massive dong. With a lick of her lips, she took his entire manhood into her mouth. All the while keeping her hair out of her face as she blew him. Sensations unlike anything he had surged through his body with every thrust in her mouth. Over and over, it felt like she was devouring him, like he was the meal she had waiting for. And just when it felt like it couldn't end, she stopped for a moment before releasing him from her maw. He asked why she stopped. She replied with we're only getting started.

She started taking off her clothes, revealing very lacy underwear. The kind only seen in certain adult shops. Her nipples fully erect and her dripping pussy in full view, she asked what he's waiting for. After taking off the rest of his clothes, he placed his hands on her enormous breasts. Exploring every part of her mounds while sucking on her nipples. Weirdly enough for him, milk started to flow from them. She chuckled at his surprise before replying she is a female minotaur after all. She then guided his head to continue drinking from her breast while stroking his phallus up and down.

After he had his fill, it was her turn to get hers. She laid him down on the couch and pressed her pussy against his dick, grinding against it before plunging it deep inside. It was a perfect fit for them both. Slowly she started going up and down on him. Their breaths almost synchronized as she picked up the pace. Her ass slamming on his pelvis faster and faster. He grabbed and squeezed her breasts, let more milk pour out as she kept pounding his dick.

For a moment he thought her more a succubus than a minotaur with how ravenous she seemed. He didn't mind at all though. As the pleasure and ecstasy, they both felt was unlike anything else. And as if anticipating exactly what he wanted, she said it was ok to let go at any time.

Without any hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her as much as he could and plunged deep inside while releasing all of his seed. She moaned in pure ecstasy as she cummed with her lover. Every pulse releasing more and more seed inside her until he was completely spent. Both basking in their glow before going to sleep in each other's arms.

As the sun rose on the new day, the young man awakes on that same couch, cleaned and clothed. Wondering if it was all a dream before the librarian came into the room and kissing him good morning. After eating breakfast, she invited him to come her library anytime he wanted. He replied with a yes without any doubt. After all, knowledge is very moving.

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Date gone wrong(?)

It is late at night. A young man approaches the local diner. Nervous as Cringer from He-Man if not more so as he enters the restaurant for his date. A girl of brilliant red hair and emerald eyes waves at him from a corner table. The young man dashes to the table as "Maneater" starts to play on the local radio.

"I'm so glad you said yes to this date, Amber!", said the young man. "Of course! I'm just sorry it took you so long to ask me out Billy", Amber said slyly. "Can you blame me? You're the prettiest girl in the whole county!", Billy said as seriously as he could. "Oh, stop it, Billy! You're making me blush.", Amber said while holding his hand. The waiter comes to their table. "What'll you two love birds be having today?", the waiter said teasingly.

"I'll have the chicken sandwich with some fries and a coke.", Billy said for his usual order. "I'll have the carnivore special with the same drink.", Amber said shocking Billy a little. "Got it! I'll get the order to the cook for ya right there.", the waiter said as she heads to the kitchen. "You have quite the appetite don't ya Amber?" asked Billy. "Well, I do burn a lot of calories as the head cheerleader of our college. Plus, I just can't say no to meat! Especially the cute ones", Amber said as she made air circles at Billy. Billy blushes redder than a tomato and strawberry combined.

The two chat and eat as the night goes on. The spark between them was seen by everyone there. If asked if they were meant to be, all would agree. Though the events after would lead one to question many things.

As the two leave the diner and made their way to home, Amber asks Billy if they could take a shortcut through the woods. He would usually say no, but with the moon lighting sky and courage coursing through him, he said yes. And so, the two took the shortcut. In the middle of the journey, Amber stops Billy to talk.

"What's the matter Amber? You, ok?", Billy asked. "Everything is wonderful! I just need to talk to a bit before we go further", Amber told him. Billy sat down on a random falling tree. "OK! What you want to talk about?" Billy asked with enthusiasm. "Well. My family and I are unusual. You could probably caught that by now.", Amber said in a shy tone. "I definitely did when I met your dad. He's STILL the biggest guy I've ever seen! Almost big as Aundre the giant! But hairier.", Billy exclaimed. Amber burst out laughing. "That is true! But there is a reason for that. It's kind of a family secret. One I think I can trust you with.", Amber said catching Billy's attention.

"Of course you can! I'm good with a lot of secrets! Except my ma's cherry pie recipe. Mostly because she hasn't told me yet. One day though!", Billy said with pride. Amber chuckles a little before resuming. "Good to hear. But instead of telling you, I think I'll show you.", Amber said while placing her hand on his chest. Billy blushed again before trying to talk. "What's this secret then Amber?", Billy asked.

"I'll show you, but first, close your eyes and when I tell you, open them.", Amber said. Billy did as she said and closed his eyes. In moments, he could hear Amber slowly take off her clothes. Until finally she told him to open his eyes. Billy did, but Amber was nowhere to be seen. Rustling began to be heard through the bushes. Growls started to be heard. He got up from the fallen tree. Billy was scared out of his wits as he called for Amber. "Amber? You still there?", Billy asked in a low tone.

"Yes. I am Billy.", Amber's voice replied like an echo. Billy slowly walked backwards before being his back was against a tree. What seemed to be giant red wolf jumped out the bushes and pinned itself against Billy. Before he could scream, the wolf covered Billy's mouth with its hand. He was more scared than when he watched Friday the 13th for the first time. Before he could try to get away, the wolf leaned against his ear and spoke. "This is my secret, Billy.", she said before uncovering Billy's mouth and started kissing him.

A million thoughts went through his mind. But when Billy saw her eyes, everything clicked. This was Amber and she was a werewolf. But unlike the one that was in that movie taking place in London, she was more curvy, well-toned, and a lot prettier. Before he could ask anything, Amber slowly unbuckles and lower Billy's pants. Amber placed her snout against Billy's region inhaling deeply. "I've been dreaming about this for a long time.", she said before sliding his boxers off and revealing his "meat". Amber slowly rubbed Billy's "meat" up and down, while slowly licking it.

The sensations going through Billy were unlike any other. As time went on, Billy slowly started humping the air. His primal thoughts racing through his mind. Wanting more and more. As if reading his mind, Amber got up, took off the rest of Billy's clothes, and pressed her "muff" against Billy's member. His pre-cum rolling down and mixing with her juices. "Tell me what you want Billy.", said Amber. "I want you, Amber. Always.", Billy said with sincerity. "Good answer.", Amber exclaimed as she guided his hands.

Billy held Amber's left leg high with one hand, while caressing Amber's bosom with the other. Amber guided Billy's member to her muff before slowly putting it in her. Amber and Billy exhaled from relief as they were finally one. And without hesitation, Billy starts pounding Amber's muff.

In and out repeatedly Billy went at it while Amber gripped against the tree. Digging her claws in as to get a good grip. Inhaling and exhaling rapidly like the two were animals in heat. "Oh Billy! I've always wanted to do this! Mmm! You have no idea!", Amber moaned at Billy. "I've also dreamed of this! AH! Even if the circumstances are unusual.", Billy said ecstasy went through him. They continued what felt like an eternity.

Until with some signaling grunts, Billy told Amber, "I'm almost their Amber! AH! I can't last longer!", he pleaded. "It's ok! I'm almost there too! Mmm! Do it! Finish inside!", Amber demanded. "But if I do that! If I do that!", Bill exclaimed before Amber placed her hand on his cheek. "It's ok. Mmm! If it's you, it's fine. I want this. Mmm! I NEED this!", Amber pleaded. Without hesitation, Billy plunged deep and released his load while Amber released as well.

Both inhaled and exhaled from relief. No words were had as they looked into each other's eyes. "Not bad for a first date huh?", Billy asked. Amber chuckled. "Not bad at all.", Amber replied. "But you know, I didn't set a timeline for our date.", she said puzzling Billy. "What you mean?", he asked. Amber got off before presenting swaying her ass at him. "We have a lot of calories to burn. Don't we?", Amber asked in a sly manner. Billy stiffed and with much enthusiasm said, "Yes mam!". The two went at it till the sun rose and both got home.

Nine months passed and much has changed. The two are now a married couple. With three beautiful children now in the world. With Amber hoping for three more to come. Billy more than happily applied.

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Malgus Twilight Bio

Name: Malgus Twilight

Gender: Male

Age: Mid 20's

Race: Human

Occupation: Witch/Alchemist

Residence: Earth/Sloth ring. Occasionally I.M.P. headquarters.

Bio: A figure sips their cup of homebrew tea while writing in their journal. Family isn't just the one you're born in. It's also the ones you choose. This is a lesson that took a bit for me to learn. I should probably explain.

I come from two worlds. Mortal and supernatural. You see. My mother, Elisia Twilight, was a witch of the Ebony Feather coven. This coven traced its roots to the earliest days of witchcraft. And unlike other covens, has tried to keep in contact with the rest of the world. It was cause of this that my mother met my father. My father, a young politician, was at first a kind man. Who genuinely believed in trying to help others. This changed over time.

As time moved on, these ideals of his changed. And not for the better. It was cause of this that my parents separated. And unfortunately, my father got custody of me. I've tried to keep in contact with my mother and the coven, but it proved hard as my father kept me from contacting them in every way possible. Part of me felt it was because of his underlying hatred for magic and the supernatural. I would be proven right later.

Later on, my father remarried. My new stepmother and stepsisters were very kind to me. My stepmother Claris EmberBright would always encourage me and my stepsisters. Including trying to get in contact with my mother and teaching my stepsisters, Mary and Alex, witchcraft. Claris felt that I shouldn't be kept from roots. Even went out of her way to create various email and text accounts so I could keep in touch without letting my father know. All was fine until one night.

My father came back one night after drinking a lot. Full of anger and hatred after learning that the rest of us were keeping secrets. He tried to take out his anger on Claris, but through a series of events, including an empty bottle of liquor on the steps, he fell and snapped his neck. Ending his life in a bit of an ironic way. All the times he said that witchcraft would be the end of humanity, it was a normal bottle that ended his. And for a time, we finally had peace. Well. Until they showed up.

It was months later after my father's death. My mother moved in with my stepfamily. Both she and Claris like sisters to each other and my stepsisters were like daughters to her. Even the coven accepted us in with open arms. Was even given my own grimoire to write down all my spells, potions, and so on. It was during one of my writing sessions that I.M.P. showed up.

I was writing down my latest potion recipe when a portal opened up. Blitz, the one with the big horns, exited the portal first. After making a reference to the Blair Witch movies, the others came out too. Moxxie was trying to keep Blitz under control while his wife Millie was admiring my garden. The hellhound Loona was trying to text but kept scratching herself. I suspected she was suffering from some form of fleas. All four stopped to notice me after I coughed and asked what they wanted. Turns out it was my life they after.

What would've been a long fight ended up as an impromptu medical appointment after I asked what was wrong with their hellhound. Apparently, Loona had accidentally some fleas from one of her friends and had been suffering for the past few days. After I offered to help in an exchange for a temporary truce, they were happy to accept my help. Weirdly enough, the potion recipe I was writing down was to help with getting rid of parasites of all kinds. Fate seems to work in strange ways I thought.

While making my potion, I asked why they were after my life. They were hired by a strange individual that as they gave a description of, was becoming unnervingly familiar. After giving the name of him, my suspicions were proven correct. It was indeed my father who hired them. Seemed his hatred extended beyond the grave.

After I told them who the individual was, the pieces started to put together for them. They were suspicious of him from the start and even questioned the payment he gave them. I casted a small spell that revealed the money that was given to be fake. Blitz, understandably, facepalmed.

I finished my potion and gave it to Loona who applied with vigor. The fleas gave off small screams and died off as they jumped from Loona's fur. Relief was written all over Loona's face. Blitz thanked me and offered to get back at their "client". I wholeheartedly agreed.

I came to their office and helped them deal with my ex-father. Casted a spell letting every enemy of his know his every location. Nothing like a target painted on your back to make you rethink your life. Even got the actual money he was gonna offer them as reparations for the trouble he put them through. Blitz and the others were very happy for this. So was I to finally close that chapter of my life.

Decided to explore Hell while I was there before heading back. Was even able to find my coven's ancestral founder, a demon bird named Grandmother Twilight. Even after being hundreds of years old, she was still spry as ever. And was more than happy to see her coven alive and well. Taught me new spells, potion recipes, and gave my family a home in the Sloth ring. A friend of hers lives there and was our new neighbor. Don't see her much, mostly because she sleeps a lot, but I do enjoy my chats with her.

It's strange, though. I both thank and curse my father at times. Curse, because of the pain he's caused. But thank for without him, I wouldn't have found my family that I did. It is very mixed I must admit. However, if he tries to hurt any of them. He shall taste my claws and spells with no mercy.

Que nuestras alas brillen en el cielo crepuscular. May our wings shine in the twilight sky.

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Night Prowler

Time: Early 1900s.

Name: Harry Alford

Occupation: Anthromorphic researcher

Day 1. I have finally arrived at the legendary Selva Cachonda! A jungle rumored to be home to a creature known as the Merodeadora Nocturna or the Night Prowler as it's translated to. An unusual creature said to be an animal with a humanoid form. I have made it my life's work to find such creatures. My collogues called me mad. Crazy! And if I might be so bold, a loon. But I'll show them all! When I come back with proof, we'll see who the real loon is!

Day 7. It has been one week since I have arrived and already, I've found evidence of the Night Prowler existence! Not only that, but I may have discovered that there is more than one! A whole race of them in fact! According to my findings, the Night Prowler/s have been around as long as humans have. This according to the ruins, historical texts, and even feline like features the locals exhibited. Including unusually sharp teeth/nails, ears similar in shape with the common feline, feline-like eyes, and even their heightened senses! They've also displayed feline behavior. Including wanting to be unusually close. Well. When in Rome as they say!

Day 21. As I continue my research, I get ever closer to finding the existence of the Night Prowler. However, as I continue, I can't help but get the feeling that I'm being watched. At night, I feel a presence as I sleep. In the morning, I find belongings moved ever so slightly. While I attributed this to the locals' feline tendencies, they were giving strict instructions not to disturb me while I slumber. Something they took to heart quite well. And yet, I still feel the presence at night.

Day 36. It has been two weeks since I started feeling that presence and it's only gotten stronger. My belongings aren't just being moved around, they've been looked through. As if someone is searching for something. Not only that, but whenever I go through the jungle, rustling through the leaves intensifies. As if I'm being circled by a predator. When I told the local chief about this, they only laughed and said it was all about being chosen. For what, I don't know. I fear that I might find out soon, though.

Day 38. It happened. It finally happened. I found the Night Prowler. Or more like she found me. Last night as I slumbered, she came into my room. Didn't make a sound. Or at least none I could hear. She made her way on top of my bed. Pinging me down with her weight on top of mine. As she purred, I came to my senses. What I saw was unlike anything I've ever seen. Her fur as black as midnight. Eyes as orange as the harvest moon. Muscles toned yet firm. Her face unmistakenly animal somewhat panther like with some human features. Her bosoms proudly presented as round as pomelos. Her hands while mostly human with shockingly soft pads and claws sharpened through countless seasons. Before I could speak, she caressed my face and spook. "Curious aren't you", she spooked in a soft yet sensual tone. "I've been watching you human. As you no doubt been aware.", her hand playfully stroking through my hair. "Most outsiders would've laughed off my race and I as superstition. But not you. You've been stubbornly chasing after our legacy. Going through every scrap you could get your hands on. Somewhat admirable I must admit. I am curious though.", her other hand pretending to make circles on my chest.

"What is it that propels you to seek us like a dog chasing a certain scent? Is it fame? Riches? Pride? Or maybe something else. Something more primal.", her bosoms now laying on top of my chest.

"Normally, if one such as you got too close, you'd become one with the jungle by my more beastly cousins on command.", fear gripped me as she said that. "However, I have a proposition for you. One that'll benefit you, my race, and more importantly, me.", hope came to me but so did something else. "Every now and again, my people need to mingle so to speak with humans. Insuring we don't die out while also adding variety. Afterall, variety is the spice of life as they say.", her buttocks starting to sway from side to side.

"So, here is what I propose. Either I leave you to be food for the jungle or . . .", her leather bra starting to fall off as they're loosened. "You and I do what comes natural. And B. R. E. E. D.", this last sentence shaking away what little inhibition I had left. "What do you say? My possible mate?", her bosoms now in full view in the moon light. Without hesitation, I nodded yes. She chuckled and said, "Good choice".

Without even a second thought, she started to kiss me. Caressing my hair as she took the sheets and whatever clothing we had off. Her tongue going into my mouth and vice versa. While a little rough was not unpleasant. Far from it. It was one of the most pleasurable things I've ever experienced.

Our bodies heaving and dry humping each other. Sweat slowly pouring from one another as we drowned in each other's scents. My shaft rubbing against her flower. Aching for more contact. Ecstasy keeping any rational thought at bay. As if reading my mind, she separated herself from me and got on all fours on the bed. Tempting me as she swayed her plump posterior. "What are you waiting for? Claim my flower for your own.", her hand slapping her ass.

I got up and got into position. My rod poking at the entrance. "Enough teasing. Shove that vine of yours into me!", her tone now in an almost begging tone. Despite her command to be quick, I slowly entered her flower. Sensations pulsing into me with every inch that goes in. My rod now enveloped by her flower, waiting till I could readjust myself.

Without being told, I slowly went in and out of her. Holding onto her ass like they were handles as I started my rhythm. Matching her breath with mine. The once proud predator now moaning like meek prey. Every reason I had for this journey melted away. Only wanting to breed this beautiful woman was my reason. To make her mine and mine alone tore away all thought.

All sense of time was lost as we both cried for release. Aching for a pleasure that would soon come. As we both got closer, I changed positions into a mating press form. Holding one another as I came down on her flower. Kissing deeply as with every pound of my pelvis. Until, with her legs locking me from pulling out, released deep inside. Her howl of pleasure echoing in the night as I poured every last drop inside.

Satisfaction now writing all over our faces as we laid there. Not a word spoken between us. A sweet bliss enveloping us as we rested in each other's arms. "Rest now my mate. We will have many chances to come.", She whispered in my ear. "By the way, my name is Zira", her name echoing as I let sleep take me.

Day 334. It has been almost a year since I met Zira. My life has changed so much. I am now a chieftain of the Night Prowlers, mate to the most wonderful woman, and father to two beautiful children. I've thought about going back to my old life. Only a few times though. I will return someday. Mostly to settle old affairs. Maybe when the little ones are older. Until then, I'll enjoy my life in Selva Cachonda. And maybe, if the circumstances are right, introduce the Night Prowlers to the world. Who knows? Maybe if they exist, others like them do too.

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Billy Hatchet OC

Name: Billy Hatchet

Gender: Male

Age: Late 20's

Current race: Sinner/Bull demon hybrid

Residence: Pre-Earth death, middle of nowhere, Missouri. Post-death, Rough N' Tumbleweed Ranch, Wrath ring

Bio: It's strange. You'd think being sent to Hell after you die would be a bad thing. For me though, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Surrounded by folk who care. Work that I can take pride in. A peace I had never known when I was alive on Earth.

Back on Earth, I did terrible things. Killed too many good folks. All cause my parents told me it was a part of god's plan. And if I didn't, they'd hurt me. As a sign of "repenting". Bull, I say. Was just a way for them to be sadistic to me if I didn't comply. Well, guess all that killing came back to haunt us.

Was told later, that one of the folks I offed wasn't as good as we thought. Hired some group called I.M.P. to put us down. I don't blame them. Knew some kind of fate was coming. Even when it was my turn, I wasn't mad. Was happy really. The guilt. It was too much.

Pops were first. Sniped in the head. Right in the temple. Next was ma. She tried to cut them up but was shredded to pieces. Saw all this from the barn at the time. Was scared at first, but after thinking about it, made sense to me. Be it God, the devil, or someone else entirely, they would end us.

I walked out of the barn. Sat down on the ground and waited. Couple of them fellas argued about putting me down or not. The third, Millie, came up to me. Asked why I wasn't resisting. I told her everything. She didn't judge me. Instead, she understood. She told me about her fam. They seemed nice. So, before she finished me, I asked her one thing. If I end up down there, which I would most certainly be, could I work at her fam's ranch?

Told me yes, and with one shot in the chest, everything went black. After woke up in Imp City, I made my way to the Wraith ring. Wasn't easy getting there, but I made it. After I got to the ranch and told the owners what happened and who sent me, they welcomed me with open arms.

It's been a while since then. Been accepted by everyone. Got work that I can do with pride. I write to I.M.P. to let them know how I'm doing. Even Millie comes by on occasion to check up on me. My old folks tried to come around and get me, but my new fam convinced them otherwise. Now, I can live out my days in peace. Well, as much as one can get in the Wraith ring.

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Guthag GoldFangs OC

Species: Ork

Gender: Female (?)

Age: Doesn't know

Faction: Golden Kilts

Location: planet Amazonia 63-XX

Bio: I'm saying this for the record. Everything I'm doing is of my own free will. As a member of the Imperium's Xenology department, I have to record everything about this strange take in the Ork's physiology. The Inquisition itself has granted me FULL control of the situation. Despite their hesitance in doing so.

My research began approximately half a year ago according to this planet's time scale. Reports of an "odd" company of Orks that were strangely friendly to the Imperium's citizens started popping up. Some fighting was had, but that is to be expected from Orks. What wasn't expected was that the Orks in question were female. Or at least have female qualities.

Their boss, Guthag GoldFangs, was in charge of the company. And after some negotiation, i.e. offer of high quality amasec, she told how they came to be. Or at least as much as I could understand from her. One of the local Rogue Traders had to help me with some translation.

In any case, it started as a rogue Imperium scientist experiment. The experiment was to somehow make Orks less aggressive to the Imperium as a whole. And if possible, make them allies against the growing threat of the forces of Chaos and tyrranids. The solution while strange, seems to have worked. For the most part anyway. Turning the Orks into females.

The Orks while having no specific gender to speak of, do have male-like qualities. And as such are rather aggressive to say the least. By altering them to lean towards their opposite, i.e. female side, the Imperium scientist theorized that this would result in them being less likely to "krump some gits" as the Orks would put it. With long lost technology far beyond my comprehension, the experiment was a success. And thus, the Golden Kilts were born.

To avoid any confusion, the Golden Kilts are still very Ork like. They love the same things as their "male" counterparts do. Fighting, eating, drinking, building mechs, and so on. However, if offered something of value such as "dakka", "teef", and "shinnies", they more opened to talks. In a sense, the Golden Kilts are akin to mercenaries. And as such, even have contracts for those who can afford them.

Something to note: the contracts have a "krumping" clause that to put it simply, break the contract and they krump ya. Simple, but straight to the point. Somewhat refreshing in my line of work.

If I were to point to one of the major clans, they are most like, it would be the Bad Moons. Especially with their ability to regenerate "teef" at a higher rate than others. However, they do have their own uniqueness to them.

For starters, they are much faster and agile than most Orks. This is especially true for their fighting style. Able to melee attack with such speed and precision, it would even make the most skilled surgeon blush with envy. Their shots are no less deadly, even hitting at such distances that the Imperium Assassinorum take notes. To the point that they have skilled bowmen able to hit a target miles away. Witnessed firsthand when one of them knocked the drink out of my hand one evening. A sign of flirting as Gulthag put it.

That leads me to another point about the Golden Kilts. Their female physiology has led them to able to produce not only the usual way that Orks reproduce, but also how other species reproduce. The old-fashioned way as my Rogue Trader colleague would put it. This has resulted in hybridization between the Orks and Imperium citizens.

One might categorize the offspring as mutants, but in truth they are more akin to subhumans. Such as ogryns, felinids, and so on. A request to categorize them as "orkin" has been submitted and approved. I for one, welcome these new members into the Holy Emperor's glorious Imperium.

Thus, I end my report for now on the Golden Kilts Orks and will continue to observe them for the Imperium Xenology department. Will continue report after visiting Gulthag's tent for something she calls "snu-snu time". No idea what that is but should make an excellent addition to my research.

End report.

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Gale IronScale OC

Gender: Male

Age: Approximately late teens, but unable to determine due to hybrid physiology

Race: Human/Orc hybrid

Profession: Adventurer

Bio: I have not been in this world long. My earliest memories are simple yet small. I remember light. Warmth. The sight of someone I didn't know but knew. My mother. That was day one of my new life. Within a week, I had the body of a teenager.

I was different from my orc brothers and sisters. I couldn't put my finger to it. Their mannerisms just seemed strange to me. Maybe it was my human side conflicting with my orc side. I was able to grasp concepts like cooking, cleaning, actual clothing that wasn't just a loincloth. And of course, magic.

My mother taught me magic as much she could. It was one of the few joys she had. Being a human among orcs had its challenges. It was why I knew we had to escape. Even if it meant spilling the blood of my possible kin. When all were asleep, that's when we made our move.

Everyone was deep asleep. Adding most of the camp's liquor supply into the food would do that. I grabbed my mother, took a blade from the armory, and slowly made our way out. All was going according to plan until that lout came about. One of the guards who hadn't drank much saw us and raised the alarm. Without thinking, I slit his throat, grabbed mother in my arms and jumped in the river by the camp. It wasn't too deep, but enough for us to get away.

It was dawn by the time we stopped running. Exhausted, sleepless, but free. My mother smiled for real for the first time. It was if an angel was smiling to me. It would be one of the few memories I have that I will always precious.

After we rested, we made our way to the closest road. Hoping to find somebody to help us. We saw some people before they saw us and were heading towards to them when I realized something. I couldn't go with them.

I was a hybrid. Born of a union not of love, but lust. I wouldn't be accepted. Not yet. Not until I earned my mother's name. Not until I could prove that I was worthy of it. And with tears going down my face, I said I'll return when I have proven my worth. Worth to be called a son of an IronScale.

With a heavy heart, I left my mother so she can be safe. While I marched on the path of an adventurer. I don't know if I can say for certain that I've proved my worth. Not yet anyway. I am getting closer though. I just know it.

Until then, may my ancestors watch over me. And let the heavens know, Gale IronScale will continue to move forward. One quest at a time.

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Carl the Conqueror OC

Gender: Male

Age: Late 30's

Professions: Ex-military. Current Conqueror.

Companion: Sky the Raptor.

Location: Under World.

Time: Unknown.

Bio: It is the eve before battle. Probably one of the biggest I've ever been a part of. As I prepare my gear, I can't help but wonder how long I've been down here in this world. Weeks? Months? Years? Time seems to not affect much here, so I can't tell. But despite how much time has passed, I don't regret any of it. Mostly because I've felt more alive here than I ever did back home. Should start from there, I think.

It was around the late 80's when I graduated from High School. Not long afterwards I joined the military. Did my tour of duty. Saw some combat, but not a lot. After I got back, I became more of a survivalist. Not because of any sense of doom or anything. Mostly how good it felt to be independent. Not having to rely on anyone. It wasn't until I found that crown that it all changed.

I was rock climbing one day. Getting a survey of my surroundings when I found this strange cave. Despite my better judgement, I decided to explore it. It wasn't deep but it wasn't shallow either. All seemed normal till I found what seemed to be old ruins. And in the middle, a strange crown. I was compelled to wear it as soon as I saw it. As if I was drawn to it like a magnet. I put it on. And before I knew what happened, I was transported to another world. An underground world.

When I came around, the world I was in was unlike any other. Parts seemed like the stone age while others were out of Science Fiction. Before I could think of anything else, I heard a strange cry. I looked for where it came from and found a situation that one could only find in the comics. A group of what seemed like mole people trying to capture, and I'm not kidding, a baby raptor. With out thinking, I took my old army knife, defended against that group, and ran with the baby raptor.

After getting away and settling down, I checked on the raptor. She was scared at first, but after showing I wasn't a threat to her, she calmed down. While her head rested on my lap, I got to thinking. This new world I was in I was stuck in. And if I'm to live in this world, I must do what a soldier does. Adapt or die. Not just for me. But for this new life I saved. My precious Sky.

Over time, I learned many things about this world. The laws of physics change from are to another. The landscapes are so different that even the seasons themselves have their own domain. Creatures once thought extinct or didn't exist were alive and thriving in this world. Dinosaurs, aliens, mole people, and many others I've lost count. But this won't stop me. I will fight. I will adapt. I will survive!

As I clean my weapons, check my supplies, and ready Sky's harness, my resolve remains unshaken. Someday I might find a way back. Or I may not. It doesn't matter. I will make this world my home. I will fight with my new brothers and sisters of war. And maybe someday, give my final rest. But until then. I will conquer. And I will live. For I am Carl the Conqueror!

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Calbert IronBelly OC

Race: Half elf and half minotaur

Gender: Male

Age: Early 80's

Occupation: Bounty hunter

Familiar: Buttercup

Bio: Another day. Another bounty. Bit of a pain this one but at least the coin is good. Gotta keep my Buttercup happy. Huh. Wonder how long I've been at this. 20? 30 years? When your lifespan is naturally longer than others it's hard to tell at times. Though with my profession it seems shorter than most at times. Guess I should start at the beginning.

Born of an unusual couple. An elf man tougher than a dragon's hide and minotaur woman sweeter than dwarf's brandy. To say the couple was odd would be an understatement. Wouldn't think it if you saw them though. Anyone with half a brain could tell they were match made in heaven. Even after having a half dozen kids there was no doubt, they be together for eternity. They're even retired to this nice place down south by the beaches.

They set up a nice ranch with some good folk they knew. It was fine for me for a while. But for some reason, something felt missing. Wasn't family. Got enough blood-related and otherwise. Money? Naw. Was tough from time to time, but we did well for ourselves. Purpose? Maybe. Something did tell me I was supposed to do something but never knew what it was. Till that day.

I remember that day as if it just happened. The clouds were darker than tar. The critters were scarred out of their mind, but nobody could figure out why. Till they came. Riding on various mounts was the Scarlet Hoof gang. A mix of the meanest S.O.B.s you'll ever meet. Tried to take our ranch before. Offered all kinds of things, but folk would say no every time. This time they weren't taking no for an answer.

Before I knew what was happening, the leader grabbed me and threatened to off me if the ranch wasn't handed over. Could see the fear in everyone's eyes. And as everyone's emotions was shining in my eyes, so was something else. Something glistening in the distance, but I couldn't tell what it was. Next thing I knew, eight shots rang in the air. All but the leader was laid on that sun-bleached grass. The last shot I heard was after their leader dropped me and tried to run away. While crawling away, that's when I saw her.

A dragonkin with scales like copper, muscles stronger than iron, and eyes brighter than any gold you'll ever find. After helping me get back on my hoofs, she whistled for her stead pulling a big Ol wagon. Turns out she be tracking the Scarlet Hoof gang for a while. Was even gonna ambush them by their camp till the leader got impatient. That impatience of his was the last nail in his coffin.

After loading up her bounties, she apologized to everyone for all the trouble that happened. Even gave us some of her prized whiskey as compensation. Didn't give me none cause I was too young to drink, but she did give me something else. First, was her hat. Said I'd frow into it. Can't say she was lying about that. The second was just as important. My calling.

She told me she does what she does to help folk like us. And get a bit of coin, of course. After she left, many things went through my head. Wasn't till after I had the most realistic dream that it all made sense. What was missing in me had many names. Destiny. Purpose. Fate. Whatever you want to call it, I knew it was. And what I had to do.

I trained, practiced, learned, and when I was of age, I set out. Be it for coin, glory, or even a free drink. I knew what I was meant to be. A bounty hunter. And as long as there are those like the Scarlet Hoof gang out there, I'll bring them in. Dead or alive.

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Star Wars Ex-Imperial OC

Name: Rontyr Crisgoo

Age: Late 20's

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Status: Married, Niss Crisgoo, Trandoshan.

Weapons of choice: Heavy blaster pistol and vibro-knife

Ship: Star Destroyer Dexterity

Allegiances: Former, Imperial. Current, Koboh.

Rank: Star Destroyer Admiral

Planet Location: Koboh

Time: 5 years post New Hope

Bio: Well. The Empire is dead. Hmm. If you told me this before that waste of credits, The Death Star, was destroyed the first time around I would've said you'd be mad. But let's face it. The Empire was slowly on life-support ever since. I'm getting ahead of myself though. Best to start at the beginning.

Graduated from an Imperial Navy academy. Mostly by the dumb luck and the skin of my teeth. Unlike my colleagues, I never did fall for that propaganda that's always spewed out on the Holo-net. I only joined because it was either the academy or the mines. In hindsight though, I would have had less brushes with death if I picked the minds. But I digress.

Started off as an Ensign at first, but it wasn't long before I moved up the ranks. Mostly due to my predecessors being "retired" rather early. Not that uncommon really. Word about that did spread quickly. Thought they just rumors at first. Was until I was assigned to the Star Destroyer Dexterity that I found out those all too true when my Lieutenant was "accidentally" sent through an airlock by some cold-blooded git. Shame. Was one of the nicer ones.

When our ship was assigned to some Outer Rim world called Koboh, thought it was the end. He. Turned out to be a blessing in disguise. We were FAR from all the major conflicts. Were able to maintain relations with the locals. Even set-up some rather profitable trade routes. Wasn't till the second credit waster was destroyed that things really started to change.

It was slow at first. Restrictions were lessened. Attitudes were improving. Was even able to go to this one bar run by someone the name of Greez Dritus. Nice if not a bit stiff. Was at that bar that I found my love. A fierce, strong as a rancor trandoshan named Niss. Got on my knees and asked for her hand. After she and I had a few bar brawls. He! Still keeps the first tooth she knocked out of me. What a woman.

After I became Admiral, I had a few choices to make. Three big ones came real quick once Imperial warlords popped up and the New Republic was formed. Become one of those warlords, join the New Republic Navy or the one that I did pick. Help and establish a new government for Koboh. Wasn't easy. Starting anything new ever is. But it was worth it.

Did I have opposition? Of course I did. Were there arguments on how the new gov should be run? I lost count. In the end though, we did it. We built something new. We built a new home. One that I'll fight tooth and claw to keep safe. And if any of those warlords try to start something, well, they'll have the entire force of Koboh and its people reckon with. I pity the poor soul that tries.

Anyway, before I sign off and start my new position, I have one thing to say. I wasn't really loyal to anything. Mostly because I never found anything to be loyal to. Now I have. And if anyone or anything tries to destroy it, I'll make sure they don't live to regret.

This is Admiral Rontyer Crisgoo of Koboh's Navy signing off.

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Helluva Boss/Hasbin Hotel OC

Name: Lucas StarBringer aka Lucas Lavender

Age: ?

Gender: Male

Race: Fallen angel

Residence: Sloth and Gluttony rings

Occupations: Exorcist (Past), part-time delivery driver for Gluttony ring and bed designer for Sloth ring

Primary lord/lady: Baphomet

Bio: Heaven was a lie. These are words I said to myself long ago on that horrid day. The day I was betrayed by those I thought holy. By those I thought I could trust.

I was one of the few men a part of Adam's force of exorcist. I believed everything they told me of Hell. And cause of this, I was driven to join the Exorcist no matter what. After much convincing (bribe with spareribs), I was giving the chance to join. The training was grueling, but the bond I formed with my fellow exorcist was worth the sweat and tears. Or so I thought.

On extermination day, my squad and I were dispatched to one of the border districts of Imp City. Things were going well. That is until we came across a family that was visiting from the Sloth ring. As I saw them, I froze. Something inside was telling me that this was wrong. That we should stop immediately. I tried to tell my squad that we needed to stop. But they wouldn't listen. And in a moment, everything changed.

My squad charged at the family and without hesitation, I fought them. I can't recall the thoughts I had that day. As much as I try, I can't. All there was going through was the need to protect. The need to keep this family safe. One by one, I slew my fellow exorcist. Exorcist who I had considered my kin. Every pierce, slash, punch, kick, and whatever else I inflicted on them. And by the end, no other but I was standing.

Bruised and with too many wounds to count, I fell to my knees. My end I thought had come. As strange as it sounds, I was at peace. I did what I needed to do. And as I saw the family head to the nearest shelter, all I could feel was relief. My consciousness slowly fading as I welcomed my fate whatever it may be.

Later much to my surprise, I was alive. Bandaged from head to toe, but alive none the less. I awoke to the sight of the very family I saved. They had taking me to a hospital in the Sloth ring. Went through so many hoops and dodged many obstacles. All to save one exorcist that was bound to kill them. Pride and shame came all at once upon this realization. But before I could ask anything, she came in.

Baphomet, the sin of Sloth herself. Even I who have never even seen a sin let alone met one could tell what she was. And as imposing as I thought she was, that quickly melted as she started crying and hugging me. Understandably confused, I asked her what was going on. After composing herself, Baphomet told me everything. How the family I saved, the Lavenders, did everything in their power to keep me alive. Even finding and getting Baphomet herself to save my life.

And after making sure I was fine, she asked me what I wanted to do now. For so long I did know what I wanted to do, but now I don't. I have spent so long to become what I was that the thought of something other than being exorcist was foreign to me. The thought of a destiny other than being an exorcist had not once entered my mind. And here I was, sitting in a hospital bed being asked by the very embodiment of Sloth what I wanted to do.

Then the youngest of the Lavenders, Valerian, suggested I stay with them. Everyone including Baphomet was shocked to say the least. But it was not without merit. As long as I healed up and took the proper precautions, I could theoretically fit in the Sloth ring. And as for acceptance, the Lavenders already did, but what of others. It was then that Baphomet did something no one in Heaven, Earth or Hell thought she would do. She bowed and said, on behalf of the Sloth ring, we welcome you.

After hearing that, I couldn't help but cry. Not tears of sadness, but joy. For the first time since I could remember, I was truly accepted. Afterwards thanks to Baphomet and the Lavenders, who I became an adopted son/brother to, I began my new life in the Sloth ring. It wasn't easy to adjust but hardly anything worth it is.

Lucas StarBringer the exorcist died on Extermination Day. And in his place, came Lucas Lavender.

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Vault 58 Subject "Wrench"

Vault Tech vault # 58

Subject: Matt "Wrench" Caliber

Date of birth: May 8th, 2267

Main Inventory: Armored Vault-Tec suit, Vault-Tec branded AR-15/Glock 19, grenade launcher, Wrench nicknamed "dentist helper", First-Aid kit, ammo/mags, various "food" items, and Nuka-Cola.

Specialization before leaving Vault: Subject has shown an aptitude for robotics, programming, various small arms, and the "alternative" use of a wrench when a creature designated as a "RadRoach" came into vault. Note: Subject has gained unusual resistance to small doses radiation after consuming large amounts of Nuka-Cola.

Specialization after leaving Vault: After leaving the vault, subject has acquired and discovered various "perks" that were not previously known. Including being able to scrap various items for useful parts/materials, using explosives of various origins, finding bottlecaps anywhere, affinity for radioactive/non-radioactive animals, and having "wild" encounters in the wasteland.

Bio: Subject was born and raised in Vault Tec vault 58. Vault 58 was an experiment vault with the goal of creating the "perfect" human to adapt to the wasteland. At first was only "suggested" to take "perfection" procedures but said suggestions became aggressive over time. At one point after an incident with a "RadRoach", subject decided to leave before this counted as the final push for the procedures.

With the help of his family and friends, he gathered supplies and left the vault before security caught him. Leaving the vault, subject met with a creature called "Death Claw", but locals named Big Papa. Subject then proceeded to run away towards the town of "Monterey Jack" while shooting back. One shot later known as the luckiest shot anyone had seen in that town, hit Big Papa in the eye and through the brain. After giving the body to the town, Big Papa's skull was placed in the local bar.

Apon arriving in the town, subject was welcomed and thanked briefly before residents returned to their duties. Subject entered the bar named "The Spinner" and was giving a free Nuka-Cola as well as several bottlecaps for taking down Big Papa. Afterwards, to help out his new home, started repairs on every piece of technology the town had. Examples included but not limited to, fridges/freezers, toasters, terminals, robotic prosthetics, vending machines, ovens, etc.

To keep his home safe, especially from raiders that have been giving it trouble for some time, subject went to the location of the local robotics factory/junkyard named "Beep this Scrap". In an attempt to find, fix and or built robots to safeguard the town. Through a sheer amount of luck, subject found two sentry bots, and three securitron needing only minimal repair and programming. Subject also encountered a gecko of unusual size that bonded to him on sight. Said gecko was later named Bean for how cute it was.

Returning to town, subject found it being attacked by raiders. Seeing his home being attacked unleashed a rage in him unlike anything he knew. With a wrench in one hand, and a glock in the other, subject with his bots & gecko charged at the raiders. What can only be described as a whirlwind of rage, metal, and lasers ended the raiders.

Once he knew his town was safe with the bots, subject left with Bean to see if he could help others. Returning back home from time to time to tell stories, do repairs, bond with his townsfolk, and rest before he left again. What came of his old vault is a story for another time.

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Ogryn OC

Name: Mikeus Ortelius aka Mike.

Allias: Little brother of the battle sisters, Son of the Red Bull, Bully of daemons, and Gentle giant of Cadia.

Species: Ogryn/human hybrid

Age: Late 20's

Specialty: Ripper gun for range and an energy broadsword he calls his "big knife"

Bio: Mike is a simple man. He loves his weapons, his Ogryn brothers/battle sisters, loves his family, and loves the Emperor of mankind. Oh. And a good drink.

Born to an Ogryn father named Billy and a Battle Sister mother named Ellisia Ortelius. He was raised in an unusual way. Grew up with both sides of his family. His Ogryn brothers teaching him how to be tough and shoot guns proper. While his sisters of battle teach him how to be agile and using a sword to its fullest. Cause of his unique biology, he was able to excel in both.

It wasn't always easy for Mike. Some of the more excentric members of the imperium would give him grief. Calling him a mutant and wanting his end. But he paid no mind to that. Like his ma and pa would tell him "As long as you're helping the imperium, that's all that matters". Helps that he has a big family that always got his back.

Through his career, he took down many tough opponents. Some of his favorites were daemons. Cause he never felt bad about taking them down a peg or two. It even got to the point that some daemons were straight up afraid of him. Some members of his company still can't believe that daemons could be afraid of him. Til he cuts through a bunch of them with one swing of his big knife with a smile. Then they get it.

When he heard that his old man's home world got blown up, he'd do everything to cheer up others. Would always give others a smile and tell them that the Cadia's spirit still lives. Sometimes, when on shore leave and others were especially down, he would stand up with a mug of his favorite drink and say, "Oi! As long as I can fight and drink with my brothers & sisters, Cadia will always be with me! Cadia still stands!". That cheer up the others real quick. Even his Commissar would smile when she hears this. And she rarely smiles.

Cause he was really good at what he did, he helped all kinds of people. Including his favorite Space Marine chapter, The Salamanders. Was really proud of that. Even got one of them to sign his big knife after asking politely. That made him really happy. Strange thing though, others started reporting burn cuts on the bodies of the enemies Mike took down. Strange that.

He's latest tour has been a strange one. Mostly cause it's one that not only he suggested, but one his Commissar granted. Some think it mad, but he'll do it with a smile. Finding a new home for Cadian's and those like them. A New Cadia as he'll call it. It'll be a tough one, but Mike won't mind. Afterall, if he can bring smiles to others, that's all that matters to him. Maybe the Emperor of Mankind will smile at that. Even for a bit.

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Black knight OC, Talrock the Crimson Eyed

Race: human/demon hybrid

Age: 20s

Family/allies: Jessica his original mother, Lilith his stepmother, Scarlet and her party, Father Michael, and the whole demon kingdom

Attack of choice: Single hand ax/magic combo or bastard sword/magic combo

Armor of choice: Med to heavy

Schools of magic: Shadow magic, blood magic, gravity magic, and nature magic

Bio: Talrock was abandoned as a child after the Church of Light accused and persecuted his mother with having an affair with a demon. Not long after this, he was found by a man named Father Michael who tried to raise him as the best he could. While growing up, it was pretty evident of what Talrock's origins were, and thus was abused by the villagers. The only friend he truly had was a girl named Scarlet. Though, the way she treated him was more akin to a sister who treats her annoying younger brother. It wasn't much, but he was happy. But not for long.

Not long after Scarlet had shown gifts in holy magic, she was taken away by the church. And thus, Talrock's nightmare began.

His treatment by the villagers intensified. To the point where parents actively told their children to hurt the hybrid child. Until finally, after one accident, the villagers tried to catch and kill him. Talrock ran.

He ran deep into the forest the village was close by. Not knowing what to do, who to trust, or even where to go, he ran and ran deeper into the forest. Until he bumped into the one person who changed his life. Lilith, the demon queen.

Frozen on the ground, Talrock had no idea what to do. Until Lilith extended her hand and told him to fear no longer. For she would be his new mother. He was hesitant but could feel her intentions. And for first time in his life, He felt something different. Something he never thought he could feel. Love. Actual love.

Afterwards, Lilith raised Talrock as her son. Filling his life with love and joy unlike anything he's ever known. As he grew, he was taught and trained in many subjects. To the point where he excelled to unparallel levels. Even Lilith's own generals could not keep up the pace that Talrock was walking on. And soon, he became the most powerful black knight in history.

But even with all of this, he felt something that was missing. Something that haunted his peaceful nights. He couldn't understand what it was until one day when he realized it. Truth. Truth of where he came from and truth of his parents. And so, he called on his most trusted spies to find the whereabouts of his parents. His father while passed, his mother Jessica still alive. Alive and prisoner of the Church of Light. This ignited his rage.

With a small army, Talrock stormed the location of his mother. A fort that for a thousand years stood its ground and its forces unbreakable! After a week, nothing but rubble and its forces gone. All the prisoners now freed. Including Jessica, his mother. Who's love for her son has not changed.

She told him that while born a hybrid, she loved her son like any other. It wasn't until a close friend of hers betrayed their trust and sent the Church of Light after them, that she had no choice but to leave her only son. Expecting her son's hatred, she was caught off guard by her son's warm embrace. "I could never hate one who did everything they could to keep their family safe" was what Talrock told her. Tears of happiness rolled down both of their cheeks.

Talrock returned to the demon kingdom with a fullness he never thought possible. Now, with both mothers by his side, nothing could top him. Or so he thought.

Time passed and the legend of Talrock the Crimson Eyed grew. To some he was hope, to others a danger. And it was this sense of danger that compelled the Church of Light to send its strongest warrior, Scarlet of the holy blade. An old friend, now an enemy of Talrock. Or so it seemed.

Upon Scarlet and her party's arrival, did Talrock and Scarlet meet once more. Expecting the two forces to clash, the soldiers that accompanied the party saw something that was unexpected on a massive scale. Scarlet and her party bowed before Talrock. Hailing him as their lord.

While some may think that the two never came into contact again, in truth the two friends had never broken their pact. Through spies and messengers that only they could trust, Talrock and Scarlet kept in contact with each other. And even after all this time, the bond grew only stronger. To the point where after much convincing, Scarlet and her party swore their loyalty to Talrock. For they believed he could change things for all.

Now with his mothers, his friends and allies by his side. No one, not even the heavens themselves, could stop Talrock the Crimson Eyed from taken on any foe that crosses his path. Hail to Talrock the Crimson Eyed. Unifier of all!

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W40K Slaanesh/Tzeentch OC - Malron the Gentlemen Degenerate

Race: Human/ish

Age: 30s

God/s of worship: Slaanesh and Tzeentch

Ship: The Cursed Scholar

Weapons of choice: power sword/las pistol combo and psyker powers.

Bio: Malron was once the 6th child of a noble house. But because he was the last in line, his chances of succeeding were slim to none. So, in an effort to make a name for him, his father had set up a position with a local rogue trader. By doing so, Malron would not only expand his knowledge & skills, but would bring honor and glory to both his house and the Imperium. However, this was not to be.

The rogue trader that Malron was recruited to, had been causing a lot of trouble for the Drukhari and the Thousand Sons. Attacking trade ships, disrupting trade routes, as well as giving away base locations to the Imperium at every possible chance have been the work of this rogue trader. And they didn't like this.

In an act of revenge and retribution, both factions hunted down the rogue trader to destroy everything he had built. After much time was spent finding him, they had done it. And it just so happened that they found him not long after he had picked up his latest recruit.

After a fierce battle that had left the ship crippled, most the crew either wounded or dead, they were boarded by the two factions. In an effort save as many as he could, Malron surrendered himself to save whoever was left. Only a small number were spared and sent back to the Imperium. They rest were either killed or enslaved. Depending on who you ask, the dead were spared from what fate awaited to Malron and the enslaved.

While others would consider his fate damnation, Malron considered it his salvation. Though the rogue trader was dead, he caused too much damage alive. Thus, the collaboration between both factions had to continue. And under that collaboration, did Malron find his path to not only free himself but to also carve out a destiny unlike any other.

While enslaved, Malron learned secrets only the Thousand Sons could offer and skills only the Drukhari could teach him. Through the blade, the pistol, and latent psionic abilities, was Malron able to not only survive, but thrive as well. The infusion of both Slaneesh's and Tzeentch's power, turned Malron the 6th child of noble house into Malron the Gentlemen Degenerate!

Thus, he sails through the universe under a new banner. One of eye & moons, The Cursed Scholar seeks to spread the pleasure of Slaanesh, as well as the wisdom of Tzeentch under their captain. He who's thirst for knowledge unending, he who's desire for pleasure knowing no end, he who's destiny proved could be altered, Malron the Gentlemen Degenerate shall never end his voyage even after the last star has burned out! May his journey be eternal! Long live Malron the Gentlemen Degenerate!

[mattcaliber]

The Slime Scientist bio

Name: Matt McLime

Age: Early thirties

Likes Examples: Slimes, Italian food, sodas of various kinds, bourbon, guns, certain masked rabbit.

Dislikes Examples: Politics, drama, racist folk, homophobic folk, sexiest folk, mean people in general.

History: At an early age, Matt was isekai'd to another world by a strange yet caring mage. After acquiring skills in magic, alchemy, and science, Matt returned to his original world. Making sure he can travel between both worlds, he decided to pursue his one true passion, SLIME SCIENCE! And thus, from his bunker he pursues the seemingly endless pursuit of slimes and their applications!

Current named slimes: Pepper the devil slime, Jerry the Pope slime, Bertha the cow slime, and Sunny the queen bee slime.

Current apprentice/child/snake-rabbit hybrid/ precious baby: June