Daltan

Daltan Reedwhisperer

Sex: Male
Race: Anthropomorphic Otter
Height: 5’ 6”
Weight 155 lbs.

Daltan
I drew this image, thus I should have the rights to it. I'm not the best artist by any stretch of the imagination, but it gives you the idea.

-------------------------------------------------------Appearance-----------------------------------------------------------------------
You are attracted by a robust voice singing love songs continuously. As you approach you notice that the voice is coming from a fur covered creature at the edge of a stream. He looks like a large otter, yet he has shoulder length brown hair and eyes that carry much more intelligence than a feral animal. His hands are human-like, with opposable thumbs, even though his fingers are slightly long. His feet end in claws to grip things and make them easier to swallow, though he rarely uses them. His tail swishes through the reeds as his song picks up speed and becomes a more lovely and happy tune. He sits there upon his log by the pond, wearing only a pair of shorts staring out longingly into the distance, but what is he longing for...?


----------------------------------------------------------------Personality---------------------------------------
Daltan is a kind person, except when he becomes hungry. He loves to sing love tunes as he waits for that perfect someone to enter his life. His songs have no magic power, but he uses them to attract attention, especially the attention of young women. He also swims about in the nearby streams and rivers looking for new people to eat or meet. Anyone he views as a potential threat he avoids and when cornered he becomes vicious and will strike out, though he has no training, just pure instincts. This happens when his songs attract things much larger and meaner than he is.

His harsh beginnings of his life have allowed him to appreciate the small things in life as he has struggled to survive in the wild. His instincts are fairly feral, though he also has the capacity of about a 14 year old. He is curious about this strange place that he has stumbled across and is now trying to settle in. He's an otter, so he's playful, though some people might find his 'playing' a little rough or awkward.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------Settings- ----------------------------------------------------
He owns a lodge close to one of the smaller ponds around the park, though he can be found near any body of water or other place that he could find food. He would always follow food, whether a rumor, truth, or person.

Notes:

The 'magic' talked about here is not actual spells, it is just the abilities of vore. He can perform oral vore and he is well aware of this. He is also aware that he can use cock vore, though that's likely to happen only if he finds himself having sexual fun or attracted to his playmate.

Any of the bars I've left out below are because I am neutral on them and it can easily go either way. I am up for most anything besides AV and M/M sex, so feel free to whisper me (Icly or OCCly or pm me.) Nearly everything is debatable, though please do not be offended if I turn you down, especially if you want an RP that goes against multiple bars. One or two, I can probably live with, more than that I may have issues enjoying the roleplay.

----------------------------------------------------Nayru's Vore Battle-------------------------------------------------------

Yes, now even the otter has a move set, so you can now fight with either of my characters. Any ideas or comments on these would be appreciated.

Record 1 win. 1 loss. Yay, its all even now.

Passive:
Playful innocence- Daltan is an otter and likes to play, so anyone who does not know him from a previous encounter suffers a -2 to the first roll to establish a grapple due to the surprise that the playful thing is hungry.

Tight Muscled- Daltan has lived in the wild and swam all of his life, giving him amazing core strength and durability. His stomach requires a 17 or better to escape, instead of 16.

Powerful Jaws- Daltan has trained his jaws to be fast, to avoid causing little prey he eats any pain, simply breaking their spines. This means that he gains a +2 on any attempt to bite an oponnent, this only increases the damage if he wins by 5 or more.

Usable Attacks-

Body Slam- Daltan must be pinning his opponent to use this technique. He rolls normally and if he wins the roll by less than 5 he knocks the wind from his opponent, giving them a -4 to their next roll. If he wins by 5 or more he stuns his opponent for a round and deals 1 point of damage. If he loses the roll, his opponent now holds him and Daltan suffers a -1 to his next roll due to being off balance.

Playful touch- this can only be done on anyone who would be sexually attracted to a male. He reaches down while holding his opponent and squeezes their genetalia. If he loses the roll he is held and at a -2 to his next roll due to a compromising position. If he wins the roll by 5 or less his opponent is at -2 to their next roll, or -4 if he's attempting CV due to arousal. If he wins by 5 or more he accidentally pinched too hard, causing 2 points of damage to the opponent and giving them a -1 to their next roll from pain instead of arousal.

Finishers-
Stomach Vault- Daltan has done so much that his stomach is extremely tight. Once a creature has entered his stomach he can use this ability to start to close off any escape for his prey. For every round that the prey fails to escape the roll required to escape increase by one, but the damage goes down by the same amount. This can be done until the stomach inflicts one point of damage a round and requires a 19 to escape. If the prey escapes still, the stomach remains the same difficulty and damage if they return.

-------------------------------------------------------------------History------------------------------------------------
He was born from a freak accident. A non-anthro male otter had found a young girl sleeping in a tent and decided she was very pretty. He slipped inside and was soon humping the poor girl. When she awoke and found herself being violated by an animal she smashed its skull with her shoe and killed the creature, but the damage was done.

Soon after her trip she began to show signs of pregnancy. She was scared, but she could not bring herself to an abortion and kill the innocent baby. After 6 months she was obviously pregnant, but she would tell no one who the father was.

Finally the day came, but she did not go to the hospital to give birth. She went to a river and had her child alone. She screamed in pain as the baby was pushed out of her body into the world, but something was especially wrong. The water around her was turning red and she was not surprised, but it was not stopping. She was bleeding and she grew faint. She passed out and fell into the river.

The young boy cried out, but his cry was not that of a human child, but of an otter kit. A female otter swimming down the river found him. She ignored the floating body and immediately picked up the small pup.

The otter raised him for a year until he learned to care for himself, but he was getting too big for the small cave/hole they lived in, so she kicked him gently out of the lodge.

He was able to cope on his own and lived on for another 14 years just as any other otter would’ve lived. He was now around 5’ 2” and looked much more human than when he was younger.

One day he met a young girl. She was bathing in his usual hunting grounds when he passed by. He barked at her and she jumped and looked at him. She was amazed at the sight of him. She stood there while he continued to bark.

Suddenly a calm and relaxing noise came from the woman. He would later know it to be singing. Her voice calmed him and strangely compelled him to approach her. He wore nothing and neither was she at the moment. It was through this encounter that he realized he wasn’t fully an otter.

She easily saw that this creature was half-human, which was uncommon, but certainly not unheard of. She smiled as he came close and she patted his muzzle. He relaxed as she began to stroke his fur. She began to talk to him, but the only answers she got were barks and yips.

It took her nearly a year of seeing him beside the river before they could communicate and his speech was still shaky. One day she decided to see if his mixed blood had given him any magic.

After a series of tests she discovered that he did have some magical properties and abilities, but was unsure of what. After another 2 years of studying him she would learn.

He was beginning to understand that he had ‘magic’ and it certainly was that this girl planned on finding out what it was. He knew deep down what it was, but he could not tell her. She would leave him if she knew.

One cold Autumn day before the snow began to fall she visited him. He was starving, the fish had left the area and the tides were high and rapid. “Hello Lunarla,” he said upon seeing her, “did you bring food?”

She shook her head, “No sorry. My food store is low.” She walked over to him and put her arm around his waist. “It must be hard.”

He felt the hunger pain his stomach harshly. “I believe I know what you’ve been trying to find out for these last 2 years. I know my ‘magic.’ I’m afraid I must use it now or I will starve.”

“Oh, then go right ahead,” she said glad to finally find out the mystery.

“Forgive me.” He said. He reached out and pulled her head into his mouth. His jaw unhinged and her head easily slipped inside. He gulped her down as she screamed and kicked, but all to no use. After about 10 minutes he lied down with a full and squirming stomach.

That was the first year that he fell into hibernation. He awoke the next spring with a start. Lying next to him was a female, who was also half-human, very similar to himself. She was fast asleep.

He went out to hunt and when he returned she was awake. She looked up at him in surprise. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone lived here.” Her English was perfect.

“It don’t matter. You stay or leave, which you like.” She was delighted and decided to stay.
T
hey spent the whole year together. They began to grow quite fond of each other and when summer closed they were lovers.

Yet again the fall was harsh and the fish were gone. He was hungry and his mate returned from another unsuccessful hunt. “I’m sorry,” he said, “but I cannot allow both of us to starve.” Soon he had devoured the second person who had ever truly cared for him.

As soon as the deed was done he stared down at his struggling belly. He was falling again into hibernation, but his last thought was that he would never do that again.

When he awoke in the spring he saw that the lodge was empty besides him. Where was Dilily? Then he remembered. She was dead, all because of him. He fled from his home; he had to get away from people. Sentient beings seemed to drive this hunger.
His journeying has led him here to where so many before him have ended up. Maybe here he can learn about his hunger and maybe not hurt so many people.