In a world where female predators munching on less fortunate 'non vore's is quite common. A rare few of the 'less fair sex' are gifted with this important ability that separates those that dine, from those that are dined upon. Enter Alex, Alex Crawford. A seemingly ordinary name, for a seemingly ordinary boy in his middle to late teenaged years trying to come to grips with this rather extraordinary gift that sets him above the food chain from the rest of his peers.

Well, granted, he has it better then most. After all, having to come to terms with certain craving to devour your sexy, first period teacher after ruthlessly giving it to her is not quite the same as the average persons fear that you yourself might be devoured by the second period one. But that doesn't mean his life isn't complicated.

The chunky, half-giant paladin squire, protecting the innocent with her huge flail and gluttonous gut!!

Female Half-Giant Fighter ?? / Paladin 2
Lawful Good

Strength 23 (+6) Dexterity 12 (+1) Constitution 18 (+4) Intelligence 9 (-1) Wisdom 12 (+1) Charisma 16 (+3)

Size: Medium Height: 9' 6" Weight: ½ ton lb Skin: Pale Eyes: Green Hair: Green, slightly curly

Total Hit Points: 139 [includes toughness x3]

Meet Artharok, a rather eccentric dragon; and, being the eccentric that he is; he, of coarse, is filled with an assortment of rather.. odd mannerisms. For one, unlike most of his kind, Artharok does not swoop down into some hapless village and and pluck up any virgins so that he might fill his gullet and digest them like so much meat in his great belly. No, such activities that other dragons seem to revel hold little to no interest for one such as he. That does not mean, mind you, he does not accept sacrifices. It just so happens that he does not do so for the same reasons most those in that village, kingdom, or realm would think. Not that they have any clue that their loved ones fate is a far undesirable fate then what they imagine. After all, how would they know? It's not like those he carries off ever return.

Work in progress.
Bedlam is a recall demon. She is the manifestation of a layer of hell, made to be summoned by warlocks, witches, magicians or the other wise magically inclined for the purposes of 'recalling' other wayward demons back to to the pit in whence they came.

Hooligan, scoundrel, menace. These are words respectable people would use to describe the rather sinister looking character now before you. Little more then a well spoken beast of primal nature and gluttonous hungers. Big-bad is, after all, a wolf and as his name sake suggests, one of the 'big' and 'bad' variety.

The first thing one must realize when inquiring about Blage as a character if hopes of play, weather referred to or simply curious, is that Blage is evil. Evil in the purest sense of the word. She is a pitiless pirate, slaver and otherwise despicable denizen of the galaxy who revels in utterly destroying, both physically and mentally, everything she lays eyes upon. Engaging in play with her is not for the faint of heart, and should only be considered by players who revel in having their character decimated in nearly every sense of the word.

Warning: Explicit

Work in progress.
Bobby Joe. Work in progress

Tarnation! Ye'think yer pretty tough, do ya? Well shoot! I'm Calamity Foster, fastest gun in the west. Just one shot from onea meh special bullets is sure ta put yea in your proper place on my range.

A wild Charizard appears!

Before you lays a creature of your greatest fears. Towering high and huge beyond imagining; it's fur black, black as it's intentions; shimmering in the dull orange artificial light of the dimmed kitchen casting it's look terrible shadow as it stalks toward you with it's swaggering steppings. Each foot fall of it's quadruped claws seeming to falling light upon the slick,terrazzo floor; yet still having the sheer power of mass of the breast to emanate small, muffled quakes that send shimmers of increasing intensity as it encroaches. And though it's size it staggering, it's movement is no way is lumbering. Quite the opposite, in fact. The movement of the terrible beast is graceful, tactful. Each stride graceful to touch upon the ground with delicate care in it's confident strutting.

The confidence comes from it's knowing. Yes, that is right. For though it is a terrible beast, the stuff of nightmares, it is far from brutish or stupid. It knows that you, it's victim, cannot possibly close the distance to any form of shelter. For that confident, swaggering strut could turn to a lunge of speed in the blink of an eye. No, no, you are to his. You are his, and it - he knows it. It painted deep in those sultry, toying jade eyes that now bare down upon you, and his intentions, if not already clear, are made more so by the slow, slathering lapping of that sandpaper textured tongue streaking slowly across his chops.

What kind of terrible beast is this you might ask? Why, he is nothing more then an ordinary house cat. A simple creature to quite a few other creatures of the animal kingdom. Certainly such bluster and grandstanding of his looming demeanor is completely unwarranted. However, just is not so if you just so happen to be a mouse for whom this character is almost exclusively designed to interact with. Clyde was constructed after play with a Cute_Little_Mouse. however, he is open to other mouse parties.

Diego is a large, exotic bat far far from home. He was captured from the lust jungles of the South American Amazon by a group of human scientists for the purposes of a mundane study but managed, however, to escape from the the university and is now running amok in north America amongst all his smaller cousins.

The exotic bat is just coming into his own. The equivalent of teenager among his kind. This, has proved a strange time for him. For you see, most of the potential mates in this strange new land are all smaller then he is, attractive still, yes; but they also smell of small mice and other such things the large bat considered food. Yes, all his potential mates are clearly lower on the food chain then he is! Quite confusing for a horny male. Will these cute smaller cousins serve better as mates, or food, or perhaps even both?

An evil trainer. She is often times seen accompanying either Charizard or Gulimon.

Alter Ego

Fran is a rather nerdy sort, and one thing she has always adored is super hero comics. So, it was rather natural then when she started developing her super human strength, she developed a super heroine alter ego of her own. As Meta Lass, Fran where's a red spandex top and a red dress similar to the skirt she wheres whilst in her school girl uniform. She has a yellow 'M L' displayed across her chest and wheres a short yellow cape. She still wheres her glasses and no facial mask whatsoever to conceal her identity.

Despite having a uniform, and having read several comic books on the manner. Fran doesn't quite 'get' what it means to be a super hero. The angsty, temperamental teen often doing much more harm then good during her would be 'heroic' endeavors and not seeming to grasp at all that she is doing it wrong. Also, the fact that her super powers are linked directly a result of her ravenous appetites means she often preforms acts that are border line villainous upon perpetrators and innocents alike..

Dialog:

Fran was born in Scotland, and transferred over to her current location rather recently. She speaks in a thick, Scottish brood; tempered sweet by her youthful, effeminate voice (unless she is angry, then she tends to screech). Though, sweet or not it is often still rather difficult to understand. I should note I do not speak this way as a player. So, it takes me a while to work out sometimes how she would say something.

Character notes:

Super Human:	Franny is a super human, increasing her strength, resilience, speed and constitution. The most notable of these would be her strength, able to easily bench press a car.
Vore Capable:	Pretty self explanatory.
Thick Scottish Accent:	Fran speaks with a thick, Scottish brood to her words. See Dialog section for further details.
Overzealous Feminist:	Fran (the character) seems to have a bias against men, and it is often reflected in her attitude toward them. This is an In character trait that Fran herself isn't really even aware of. If confronted about it, she will likely deny it. She is far more likely to 'lose it' on a male, rather then female.
Fiery Tempered:	Fran is a hot headed girl. It sometimes doesn't take much to set her off, and given her great power and strength, it can often lead to disastrous results. Her inhuman abilities are linked to her tempter, meaning she only gets stronger the angrier she gets.

OOC Notes

Because Fran speaks in a thick Scottish brood and the player does not, it often takes me longer to type her dialog then it normally would. This means I might be slower in response then I should be. Generally expect her to loose her tempter and for power strong mayhem and random acts of violence to follow.

Gazapan. W.I.P. Made for Yensequra.

Deep in the depths of a twin world. A world where the endless data of ours intertwines with reality to be made flesh. A terrible predator lurks.

Mae, as you can tell from the pictures, has had a rather strange upbringing. Her father, that is to say, the man who raised her still has not figured out that is not truly his offspring. Nor has he guessed that his humble, sweet wife has been having an affair on the side with Mai's true father for years. A rather large-dicked futanari who has been ravaging his wife behind his back for years. Nor, does the rather simple minded man realize, that his beloved daughter has also been giving it to her every day after school, causing her to rut like a whore in ways he could never hope to make her himself with his comparatively small penis.

This is the upbringing Mae has received. It's really no wonder she turned out the way she did. Well, that's not exactly true. Mai is actually quite a sweet, often rather shy girl. It's her dad's, that is to say her 'true dad's, inherited sex drive that often leads her into loosing control and decimating the nearest cute thing she can find. No, suppression of her sex drive is not at all Mai's strong suit. Not that she doesn't try. In fact, if anything, trying to suppress it only lead to more trouble. She once suppressed having sex with the mother of good friend for over a year before finally loosing control and taking the woman savagely during her friend's sleep over. Wanting her so bad that she took the woman right in front of her daughter till she passed out before moving right on to her daughter and good friend. Not that this was all bad. They still invite her over from time to time when the man of the household is out of town.

Warning: Explicit

A klutzy studying mage attending a mage college.

Incubus. Work in progress.

About

It is rare for one to actually lay eyes upon a naga, especially within a populated city. Which, as one might gather, is exactly why the entrepreneur whom had gone through such strenuous efforts to capture, tame, and teach one to dance; is now extremely rich and successful for his patience and effort. Lazurel, if one could not already gather, is this creature for whom we now speak. Imported from an exotic, far off land, Lazurel was given the finest of instruction in the ways of exotic dance. Which, was quite an interesting achievement in itself, since her private instructors had to account for her rather foreign anatomy.

It was not just the art of the dance Lazurel gained since her capture. No, she has come quite a long way since she first arrived shivering and afraid within her fortified crate. Considering her feral nature, it was surprising to all involved that she took such interest in the arts as well as how naturally she took to reading. Now, several years later she is no longer a wild natured child; but indeed a well mannered, sophisticated woman.

However, despite her education, quick wit and her understanding of human customs she is still very much apart from it at the same time. And while it might not be so obvious upon meeting her. She is still very much a creature of a different nature. A wilder, more primal one.

For example, and perhaps the most noteworthy for the many humans she interacts with during her daily activities, she has absolutely no guilt what so ever in the act of devouring humans whole and digesting them over the course of several months. It is not uncommon for her to even refer to humans as 'mice', or 'pinkies*' in as flat and even toned a manner as she would talking about the weather.

* baby mice often fed to snakes in captivity.

It is for this reason that her owner keeps her locked away in a cage even when she is preforming to ensure the safety of his loyal customers that come to experience the wonder of seeing such an exotic beauty preform such elegant, graceful, sultry motions.

Character

Lazurel is not just some mindless eating machine, though she can be quite forward and gluttonous if she is overly hungry. But most of the time she considers herself better then that. Despite humans and other creatures cut from similar cloth are very much prey to her. She has found that she can genuinely enjoy some of their company. Especially those who share her interest in philosophy. She is still waiting for someone to justify to her in a rational way why it is that it is 'wrong' for her to simply devour them.

Aside from that, her other interests include puzzles, classical music, fine food, literature and the arts.

"You smell good, yesh! Obviously food. Uh huh.. Obviously"

Before you, upon his hands and knees with a near constant look of this sort of happy, blanked look on his face; his tongue hanging from his mouth in a panting fashion as his tail wags in endlessly hyperactive arching back and forth. And though this Demi-human ears are pointed in such a way common to many kemonomimis. It is clear that he is not molded after a cat, nor a fox, nor any other multitude of possible animals. No, this short statured, friendly looking mutt; is clearly a dog boy.

Leica (La-Ie-ka), as he so calls himself, is very much a wild boy and seems to come across more like one might expect a dog who had been given human intelligence and body style, rather then a human who who has is prone to canine mannerisms. He cares little for the fashion, for one; even in the most rudimentary sense; and is often wearing anything he might have happened to scrounge from a previous meal. It is not uncommon for him to be wearing something like a tasteless pink t-shirt covered in glitter reading 'Skank' upon the front. In fact, he seems just as comfortable without any form of clothing at all, and the sight of him streaking is not at all to uncommon an occurrence.

Some Scene Ideas

• Attempting to make Leica a pet, only to have Leica turn the tables on them.
• Leica is adopted from the orphanage. Look out parent to be!
• Leica meets another dog person and they form a pack.
• Leica goes to school and shows the teacher who's boss by right of the food chain.
• Leica pounces on a cat girl in a dark alleyway. Prepare to learn your place, kitty cat! br>

Character made to be paired with Battlefuck_Arena.. Open to other wrestling themed characters.

A rather promiscuous red dragon who's quite full of himself. After all, he is a dragon, and a red dragon at that, why should he not be full of himself? Is his greatness not worthy of praise from such lowly creatures he always seems to find himself in the company of? Surly they understand a creature such as he could end there very lives in his hungry, overly hot gut without so much as a second thought. Truly they understand every moment he graces them with his majestic presence is another moment he could just as easily rob from them, as well as all there moments there after. Something as simple as a conversation with him could change there very lives. Forever regaling other tiny creatures, with similarly tiny lives of the time they spoke with a regal, glorious red dragon and lived to tell the tale.

In a world where vore is common place, the world is separated in two different yet equally important individuals. The vores, those who have the ability to devour others down and have the legal right to do so; and those who must sacrifice their lives and bodies for their entertainment and nutrition. These are their stories.

"Where do you think you're going missy? You are in violation of article 7832-a. That's fancy police talk for being a worthless sack of meat running away from the gut that legally owns you!" The officer giggled in joy, as she shoves the poor woman over the hood of her squat car, the sound of police woman's stomach rumbling resonating into the poor squirming woman's butt as she begs for her life. Such pleas would fall on deaf ears. "As a duly appointed predator officer of the state, I hear by condemn you to being-" the policewoman yanked the woman backward, arching her back suddenly and painfully to be face to face with her lips; forced to look upon them as they opened wide for her last, and final word. "-lunch!"

Meet officer Elizabeth Agonygut, a beat cop on in the voritory red district of town. The true dregs of society can be found here. Prey humans on the run from their rightful owners. Prostitute cum-dumpsters lolly gagging and neglecting their duties to make money for their upstanding citizen predator pimps. Even unclaimed prey that have the nerve to draw attention to themselves and not respect the natural order of being nothing but walking food objects, even having the gull to jaywalk! Truly the most despicable of low-lifes. But never fear. For in a world were survival of the fittest is law. Predatory Law enforcement is always alert, and fine officers, such as Agonygut, tirelessly walk the beat.

Plump, hungry ogress.

Persona:

For as long as Poe has been aware that she is one of the small percentage of people on the planet capable of devouring, and digesting people alive inside their stomachs; and the entirety of the girl's existence has all but focused on it with such earnest, and zeal, that it often makes even other such people with the ability uncomfortable to converse with her. One could even say that the ability to consumed others, as indeed consumed her whole existence. Every hobby and social interest the school girl has seems to inevitably revolve around it in some way or another.

Poe loves sports. Well, perhaps that is not entirely true. She doesn't really have any sort of 'love of the game' as many sports lovers tend to boost. No, she loves to beat people into submission. To humiliate and emasculate them with her superior physical prowess. For this reason she prefers contact sports, and is a member of both the high school wrestling, soccer, foot ball and possibly rugby team. She also loves to work up a sweat and get all stinky. Something, one might note to add, that doesn't take to long even with limited physical exertion thanks to a glandular problem; allowing her to torment others longer with her smelly frame. It is not unusual for her to smear her backside over someones face mask after making a tackle, or to prolong a wrestling match to agonizing lengths only to further torment whoever she has on the mat.

In short, Poe is a sadist. An often giddy, bubbly sadist. But a Sadist none the less. She loves to belittle, emasculate and humiliate others almost as much as she likes slowly churning them up into rancid, filthy piles of waste. Though, perhaps that too stems from the same sadistic spark. Which brings us of coarse, to Poe's obsession with her own bodily waste. Not that she likes to touch it, or have other people touch it, mind you. No, it is more the idea of it that seems to tickle her morbid fancy. The idea that a once, living, breathing person; once with oh so many thoughts, emotions, and dreams; could be made into nothing more then excrement from her large, massive backside seems like oh so much a humiliating that it pipes in occurrence with the schoolgirl's twisted desires.

Description:

This section is a work in progress. See Picture to the right as reference for the time being.

Setting:

Poe's default setting is based on a multitude of vore high school interactives I have read. To put it frankly, there are those who can 'vore' (like Poe), and those who cannot. The ability to devour another human being something that is genetic; a trait you are born with that develops and manifests during puberty; rather then something that is taught. This, of coarse, makes a rather stark difference in the who can, and cannot. The 'vores' tend to devour those weaker then themselves without regret and those without the gift live there lives in a constant fear of simply being snatched up and devoured on a whim.

Occasionally, a 'vore' might take a shine to a normal, non vore capable person for one reason or another. This affords that 'non vore' a certain degree of protection from other predators who might fear the wrath of their hungry protectors. But, even so, that still does afford them any sort of complete immunity from being eaten by another predator that thinks they might get away with it, or are simply stronger then the protector themselves. It is also important to note that being 'vore capable', does not grant immunity from the stomach of another stronger, superior predator.

Though, more often a predator will extend 'protection' to a prey, or less capable vore for the purposes of staking them out as property rather then holding any sort of affection for them. It is not uncommon to see people wearing collars upon there necks displaying a predators name. It is the owning predators way of saying 'reserved for later', and while perhaps some are kept alive for some period of time to preform services for their predator to keep their favor. Nearly all of these people will inevitably find themselves churning in the gullet of their master.

There is no magic in this setting, there is no cloning, and there is no reformation. Those that die, stay dead; or have their psyche absorbed into the predator permanently. This setting can be tweaked from it's default to be more in line with another character's setting so as to better marry it with their own.

Interactions:

Given the setting Poe was brought up in. It is no wonder that she considers all those weaker then her as little more then play things and meat to be grabbed up and eaten upon a whim. Nearly every person she meets who is not clearly a vore like herself (person with the ability to devour others) is by default placed in this category. Vores like her self, are often treated more like equals. But even that is not a guarantee. For even weaker vores are often not spared being see and treated as nothing more then a source of entertainment before meeting there demise deep within the recesses of her body. In fact, Poe often enjoys degrading them even more because the idea, to her, of humiliating an 'equal' is often more exciting then doing so to a 'lesser'.

There is, of coarse, always a chance Poe might find true friendship or even love, in one who is lower on the food chain then herself. Though, It's hard to describe what exactly one would do, or have to be like to receive this this privilege and be spared the fate of so many others. Their is no way to plan this, or will it to be so. It must happen upon it's own record. Even players seeking to have their character become friends with Poe must be aware that their is a good chance that they and she might simply not 'click'. And even if they do, there is no way to tell for just how long that will last before they are once again demoted back to the 'food' cadigory.

Superhuman Attributes:

Superior strength:	Her frame possesses a near impossible strength. She is considered extremely strong even amongst those with the gift to devour others down like herself.
Vore capable:	'Nuff said. It may not seem like much. But really, if only a select few can, it sorta is, isn't it?
Stretchy stomach:	Another mundane, extraordinary trait.
Metabolism control:	Can control her amongst other things, her digestion system with quite a bit of accuracy. Making it burn it's contorts at the speed of incredibly fast, to exclusionary slow, to keeping it's contents completely unharmed upon a whim. That is unless, of coarse, she falls a sleep.
Overactive saliva:	Poe's saliva in more corrosive in nature, and while exposure to it will not cause permanent, noticeable harm; it will make an area of the body tingle furiously if exposed to enough of it. It also will eventually cause lesser fabrics to tether and dissipate after a short time.

Ursala is that girl at school. You know the kind, the one that's just way to weird and just sort of demands to be picked on by her less that kind peers. Part of it just the fact that she refuses to stick up for herself, often remaining silent at all the cruel, belittling statements and acts her fellow student body feels free to execute upon her on a near daily basis. Those cold eyes just returning dark stares, deeming to promise to bring calamity upon them her meek personality could not hope to deliver. Oh, but she will get hers. For beneath that quiet exterior lurks a time bomb of cruelty pent up and ready to explode in drastic, deadly ways.

Ursala can be played in one of two matters. The first, is that she has somehow acquired a shrink ray in some manner, and is now using it to fulfill the power fantasies she has developed after years of being singled out for abuse, quietly torturing and destroying those she has labeled as worthy of her wrath, or even those who have done nothing to her that she just wishes to bring down because she believes they fit into a 'type' of person that rubs her the wrong way.

The second method in which she can be played is as one who, for some reason or another, has grown to a towering size and become all but indestructible, allowing her to execute those same fantasies on a far larger scale.

Which every way she happens to be made into a giantess compared to her victim, the results will be the same. Years of ridicule and being made to feel small having her secretly yearn with desire to usher sadism and humiliation, and even death towards with a morbid, sexual delight. Yes, it will become rather clear early on that Ursala gets quite an unhealthy thrill at lording power over others. In fact, she has dreamed and often imagined herself as a death dealing goddess for years before every being given the opportunity to actually become one.

Despite being a closet psychopath, Ursala does secretly yearn for a soul mate. Not a soul mate in the traditional sense, mind you. But rather a person who might secretly enjoy the same activities she does, only in reverse. Being mostly lesbian, such parties of the female persuasion are far more likely to peek her interest. And, if they just so happen to enjoy her torments, they may just find themselves a prolonged, cherished possession versus a stain on the bottom of her soles. However, with her ill tempered personality, and her violent mood swings, that are no guarantee such things will keep her alive for long. So, how long will you survive being one of Ursala's little toys?