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Star Wars Bio

(Reworked from an old bio)

Name: Celene Zatarri

Species: Human

Home Planet: Unknown (Somewhere at the edges of known space and the Unknown Regions)

Affiliation: Jedi (open to changes as the plot demands)

Lightsaber Color: Green

Fighting Style: Ataru & Djem So

Bio: Found at a young age by a Bith Jedi, she, like many soon-to-be Jedi, was taken to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant for proper training and tutelage. Thanks to the early years among her people’s culture, much of her kin’s warrior ways settled in with her, proving stubborn to root out despite her master’s attempts otherwise. But it instilled within her a martial sense, pushing herself to reach higher and train harder while she opened her heart and mind to the tranquility of the Jedi’s teachings.

Eventually, upon her Knighthood within the order proper, she sought to marry the two concepts closer together in her own studies than what she could accomplish under her master’s more passive guidance. To that end she roamed to the galaxy’s wilder planets, sinking the roots of the Force deep into each place to better learn how the Force truly flows through the universe. Her studies allowed her a deeper connection to the Force as a living energy rather than the more passive training she was given.

Ultimately this lets her fight harder and longer than most, letting her tap into deeper reserves of the Force’s energy as she maintains a relentless barrage of strikes either with her lightsaber or her fists. Yet she understands that giving too much into leads into a battle mania that could draw her dangerously close to the Dark Side, reminding her to pace herself and remain focused on what’s important in a fight.

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“Fuuuuck… that’s it! Fucking gag on it~.” She groaned.

This was definitely the one she needed. Those lovely slurps and gags alone were doing it for her, as her cock pulsed and bucked with need. The feeling of his soft lips wrapped around her cock, bathing it with hot saliva was going to be a tantalizing feeling for the coming future. But she could deny herself pleasure in the moment no longer.

“Pull yourself back off and strip. It’s time I explore the rest of you in full.”

Nolan & Sugar Momma

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It was a usual Saturday morning for Nolan. No college day. His savings were being eaten by the college expenses quite fast. His side gig of being an escort was not running well. Being a femboy was not good for the business. There were very less number of clients who were interested in his services. As usual he was just reading the newspaper in the morning when he saw an ad where an escort was required.

He reached at the given in the ad. He wore his best dress, the black one piece as he wanted to do his best to seduce the customer. The place looked definitely upscale as he buzzed the door and waited for someone to open

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“Hhahhh… fuck… you take cock like a champ~.” She groaned.

She was impressed. Very few of her partners could even fit the head of her cock in their mouths and even fewer could gobble up her dick like he did. It was almost enough to make her knees buckle as her shaft bucked and throbbed within the warm confines of his mouth.

“But I need more. I need to hear your gag on it.” She said, voice bordering on a growl.

One hand came to rest on her chest, beginning to tease her rock-hard nipples, while her other hand came to rest on the base of her cock. She gripped the base of her shaft tightly as she began to stroke. She knew her strength and size could lead to things getting out of control, and she needed to see Nolan’s limits before she let loose herself.

Nolan & Sugar Momma

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It was a usual Saturday morning for Nolan. No college day. His savings were being eaten by the college expenses quite fast. His side gig of being an escort was not running well. Being a femboy was not good for the business. There were very less number of clients who were interested in his services. As usual he was just reading the newspaper in the morning when he saw an ad where an escort was required.

He reached at the given in the ad. He wore his best dress, the black one piece as he wanted to do his best to seduce the customer. The place looked definitely upscale as he buzzed the door and waited for someone to open

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The monstrous slab of her cock raged at its freedom. The thing was immense, topping out at 13 inched in length, with a thickness easily surpassing his wrist. It was riddled with the pulsing, throbbing veins that fed it vital life-blood, keeping it engorged and bouncing with need. Below it hung her monstrous balls. Each were a rival to a ripe apple in size, oozing with a heady musk as they roiled and churned with backed up cum.

At Nolan’s delicate touches and licks, Celene’s cock throbbed and bucked with need. It spasmed, swelling and relaxing as the hulking futa’s libido slowly turned into a raging storm of lust. Yet she kept herself contained, content for the moment to watch Nolan’s soft lips adorn the tip of her cock while her hands lightly gripped her desk.

“Fuck…~” She growled, gently biting her lower lip as she gazed hungrily down at Nolan.

Nolan & Sugar Momma

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It was a usual Saturday morning for Nolan. No college day. His savings were being eaten by the college expenses quite fast. His side gig of being an escort was not running well. Being a femboy was not good for the business. There were very less number of clients who were interested in his services. As usual he was just reading the newspaper in the morning when he saw an ad where an escort was required.

He reached at the given in the ad. He wore his best dress, the black one piece as he wanted to do his best to seduce the customer. The place looked definitely upscale as he buzzed the door and waited for someone to open

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“You may.”

It wasn’t so much an agreement, but an order. Such was her tone that it was a command that would not be disobeyed. But she didn’t remain idle. As the immense log of thinly veiled cock-meat between the muscled trunks of her thighs swelled and pulsed to life under his touch, her hands sauntered upwards, finding the buttons of her suit jacket.

With practiced ease, her jacket was pulled off and left discarded overtop of her desk. The broad expanses of her bully muscles were in plain view, from the hardened bulk of her biceps, the mountains of her deltoids and shoulders, and the iron-like blocks of her abs. But even those couldn’t compare to the mouthwatering swell of her breasts, with rose and fell with her powerful breaths. Her nipples, thick and just begging to be sucked and bitten, were hard enough she could probably cut glass, or so she thought.

Nolan & Sugar Momma

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It was a usual Saturday morning for Nolan. No college day. His savings were being eaten by the college expenses quite fast. His side gig of being an escort was not running well. Being a femboy was not good for the business. There were very less number of clients who were interested in his services. As usual he was just reading the newspaper in the morning when he saw an ad where an escort was required.

He reached at the given in the ad. He wore his best dress, the black one piece as he wanted to do his best to seduce the customer. The place looked definitely upscale as he buzzed the door and waited for someone to open

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“We all fall on hard times. Which is why I hope we can come to something mutually beneficial to one another.” She said, leaning back against her desk.

“You see, the market I compete in causes stress to build up rather frequently. The last escort I had and I mutually parted ways when he wished to pursue a different course in life. However, that has left me rather… stressed.” She said. At her words, there was a subtle but unmistakable twitch that rocked the fabric of her tight pants. Something quite large indeed.

“If your skills can prove satisfactory, then this is bargain I offer. Ten thousand dollars monthly, wired to your account directly, in exchange for a full 24 day a week with you at my side. You would be escorted to and from here covertly, to help maintain a sense of anonymity if you wish.” She offered.

Nolan & Sugar Momma

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It was a usual Saturday morning for Nolan. No college day. His savings were being eaten by the college expenses quite fast. His side gig of being an escort was not running well. Being a femboy was not good for the business. There were very less number of clients who were interested in his services. As usual he was just reading the newspaper in the morning when he saw an ad where an escort was required.

He reached at the given in the ad. He wore his best dress, the black one piece as he wanted to do his best to seduce the customer. The place looked definitely upscale as he buzzed the door and waited for someone to open

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She said nothing as she stood up, returning his glances and looks with a more intent gaze of her own. She regarded him with curiosity, intrigue even. She effectively towered over him, standing at a boggling height of 6ft 7in, and moved with a powerful grace.

Her suit seemed to reflect that same power as well, given its more form fitting nature. It emphasized the hidden bulk of her brawny musculature, highlighting the broadness of her shoulders and remaining tight around the biceps and thighs. Yet it didn’t impede her movements as she moved around the desk closer to him.

“I’m told you are in some dire straights financially, Mr. Nolan.” She said gently. There was no mockery in her voice, no malice or barbs of any kind. Just simply stating things how they were, as plainly as possible.

“It seems we both have what the other need. Wealth at my fingertips, and services at yours.”

Nolan & Sugar Momma

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It was a usual Saturday morning for Nolan. No college day. His savings were being eaten by the college expenses quite fast. His side gig of being an escort was not running well. Being a femboy was not good for the business. There were very less number of clients who were interested in his services. As usual he was just reading the newspaper in the morning when he saw an ad where an escort was required.

He reached at the given in the ad. He wore his best dress, the black one piece as he wanted to do his best to seduce the customer. The place looked definitely upscale as he buzzed the door and waited for someone to open

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“Come, Master Nolan, she awaits you further within.”

The Butler would swiftly begin to walk down the lavish hall, arriving to a set of elegantly carved, maple wood, double doors at its end, where he would gently open them for Nolan. The room beyond looked to be an office of sorts, if someone had a fever dream for an office.

The room itself was just as lavish as the small snippets of the building that could be seen. In the center of the room was a grand desk, the wood carved to look like scenes of dragons and fire. Its top was littered with papers and documents whose content couldn’t be properly seen. Off to the left of the solo desk was a narrow pool strip, looking more like a decorative piece than something someone would genuinely swim in. Off to the right looked to be a catering table of sorts, although it was barren of any food or drinks at the moment.

Sitting in a lavish, throne-like chair at the desk was a hulking woman. Even sitting, it was clear to see she commanded a towering height. Her skin was richly dark, akin to earth fresh after rainfall. Golden tattoos lined her face and neck, dipping down into her exposed collarbones and likely beyond. Well maintained dreadlocks cascaded down her broad shoulders like a waterfall, while a few loose locks lay over her chest.

She was dressed in a rich gray suit, the vest buttoned but she clearly wore no undershirt, given the ample canyon of cleavage that came into view. Her pants were of a similar color and tightness, emphasizing the wide curves of her hips and the thick trunks of her no doubt heavily muscled thighs.

“Ah, Mister Nolan. We meet face to face.” The woman said, her voice powerful and commanding. At her words the Butler departed, leaving her and Nolan alone.

Nolan & Sugar Momma

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It was a usual Saturday morning for Nolan. No college day. His savings were being eaten by the college expenses quite fast. His side gig of being an escort was not running well. Being a femboy was not good for the business. There were very less number of clients who were interested in his services. As usual he was just reading the newspaper in the morning when he saw an ad where an escort was required.

He reached at the given in the ad. He wore his best dress, the black one piece as he wanted to do his best to seduce the customer. The place looked definitely upscale as he buzzed the door and waited for someone to open

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The location in the advert was an upper class lounge of sorts. It was more fitting to call the place a social club, although it lacked the groups of people to really call it as such. The building bore no signs, no markers, nothing at all to even hint that this was the place. Yet as Nolan buzzed the solid metal and oak door, there was no mistaking that it was.

The door swung open inwardly, being gently pulled aside by a well dressed, bald man wearing a fine yet plain suit and a sort of half mask. He was slender, a bit taller than Nolan himself, but moved with a refined grace.

“Ah, Master Nolan. Wonderful timing. Come, this Mistress has been expecting you.” The man said, opening the door wider for Nolan to step through. The hall beyond it was made of a polished, dark granite of sorts with rich red and soft yellow carpets and tapestries.

Nolan & Sugar Momma

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It was a usual Saturday morning for Nolan. No college day. His savings were being eaten by the college expenses quite fast. His side gig of being an escort was not running well. Being a femboy was not good for the business. There were very less number of clients who were interested in his services. As usual he was just reading the newspaper in the morning when he saw an ad where an escort was required.

He reached at the given in the ad. He wore his best dress, the black one piece as he wanted to do his best to seduce the customer. The place looked definitely upscale as he buzzed the door and waited for someone to open

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Open to Roleplaying with All!

Hello there! I’m Nova, 26, They/Them, and I’m using this as an evergreen invitation to all of you fine folks to try and get some roleplays cooking. I’ve been a roleplayer for about 10 ish years and a D&D DM for about 7 years, so I’d like to say I am at least decent at it by now.

I’m open to fandoms and side things, as I try not to get myself fandom locked if I can avoid it. But I will say I am character locked, as I really only use my one gal Celene for roleplays. But don’t let that deter you, as I try my best to flex for whatever roleplay we could cook up.

Open to the Following:

All Fandoms

AU’s

Shipping

Smut (discuss it with me in chats first)

Talking

Joking

Not Open to the Following:

Me playing as canonical characters (I just can’t do it man)

Being told to be “exclusive” (whatever that means)

Minors/Underage (sorry, 18+ only)

And maybe more, but it slips me for the time being.

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D&D Bio

Name: Celene Zatarri

Race: Aasimar (2024/MMoM version)

Class: Monk

Subclass: Sun Soul

Equipment: Bracers of Defense, Wraps of Unarmed Prowess (+3 Variant), Dragonhide Belt +3 Variant)

Bio: As a young child, her celestial ancestry manifested in a brilliant display of radiant light. This was the sign the monk overseers of her village were looking for. With the blessings of her parents, she was swiftly taken into the care of the monastery and inducted into the rigorous training to become a monk. Years of training hardened her body and mind, allowing her deeper connections to the natural Ki energy that flowed through all things and allowed her mastery of herself. Each growth in her training shaped the golden, twisting lines along her body till they spanned her form from head to toe.

Yet not was all it had seemed. The monks who had taken her in had hidden agendas surrounding the divine blood they cultivated within her. On the command of the head sage, they attempted to use her for ritual sacrifice to an entity known only as “The God-Eater”. Thankfully, the energies of this ritual grew beyond the control of the monks, leading to a cavalcade of disaster that allowed her to escape. Since then, she has taken to wandering the vast lands of Faerûn, using her skills to aid those who cannot aid themselves and to fight against the monsters that prowl on the innocent.