Some of his "victims". Leaving those marks on them really gets him going, and it's a lot easier to return to them!
None of this art is mine unless stated otherwise, and will be removed at request of the artist!
What is he?
Aeons ago, when the primordial beings shaped the universe, certain parts of the Prime Material plane were deemed "too light" or "too dark" to exist there. These parts were broken off to become the Feywild and Shadowfell respectively, echoes of the Prime Material that were similar but oh so different at the same time. The focus now is the Feywild, the birthplace of the Fey, and a plane overflowing with magic. It is a wondrous land of confusion and mystery, wherein a multitude of things make sense in a way that makes no sense at all.
An extremely common creature in the Feywild are tiny, winged humanoids that glow with magic, so closely attuned to it that it is fundamental in their makeup. These creatures are known as Faeries. A majority of them are aligned closely with nature, giving their bodies green hues. Some are more closely aligned with certain parts of the Elemental Chaos, giving them fiery reds and oranges, or watery blues. And there are those few, rarer still than all the others, who are directly aligned with magic itself, excelling in all aspects of the arcane. These are often very deep blues or purples.
Faeries are not known for their moral behaviour, even the ones considered good are fairly mischievous. As well as this, they are not very shy when it comes to promiscuous things. At some point in history, they mingled with the Elven inhabitants of the Feywild, or travellers who had gotten stranded. This resulted in a new breed of Faerie that were the size of normal humanoids, called the "Full-Size". Despite their wildly different size, they were just as much faeries as the rest. These faeries tend to be indistinguishable from normal humanoids, except for their wild hair and eye colours and styles, and of course their wings. As well as this, they never tend to grow more than to the size of a late-teenage human or elf. In the modern day, these faeries are in fact far more common than their smaller ancestors, especially on the material plane. Using a simple but very effective illusion to hide their wings from sight, they blend in to society remarkably well.
Who is he?
Nova was a powerful sorcerer who lived in the Feywild. His ancestors were the result of a copulation between Faerie and human, the Full-Size was born as the rarest kind of Faerie there is, one attuned to the very magic that made up the universe. He grew up constantly praised, and gained a position of power with magic that held him in high regard no matter what court the Fey you asked were in. But one day, he just up and quit. No one knew why, but he decided that he'd rather spend his days mingling in the material plane.
In reality, the reason was simple. In fact, simplicity itself. He was enraptured by the simple pleasures that the creatures of the Prime Material held for him. Not only could he find glorious monsters to do battle with that weren't nearly as cunning as those he defended his court from, but the celebrations these mortals could throw! They had nothing on the grand parties that lit the Feywild with the glow of magic, but they were astounding nonetheless. He found himself getting lost in them, in the wild, carnal pleasures of the flesh in every single way; Eating, Drinking, Fighting, Partying, Sex... He did it all.
And even as the world grew more and more modern, and open conflict with monsters became far more rare, Nova had decided that he enjoyed playing in the Prime Material far too much. Quite popular wherever he goes, he loves to dress himself up as prettily as he can, and hit the town like a wrecking ball. Still blessed with his glorious magical powers, one of his favourite things to do is to leave magical residue on those he touches, plays with. Outlines of kisses, bites, grabby hands and fingertips, as if he were covered in an incandescent ink. Pinks, greens, bright blues and the occasional purple to match him, partners he engaged with could be easily spotted in a crowd. Not to mention that the marks were hard to scrub off, and he took quite a bit of pride in... Showing off, shall we say.
He occasionally visited his Faerie mother in secret, spending out most of his days in disguise as Nova, Regular Sometimes Crossdressing Human Teenager and Possible Jailbait? Given that he mainly responded with the truth, as in "685 and a half" when asked for his age, no one quite knew...
All those who play with this cutie have the choice of playing a little dice game with me! There are two variations, one for those open to perma, and one for those not. Both are played the same way, and it goes as follows. The prey rolls 4d6, and the number produced at the end is the amount of days they spend as part of the predator! ((For example: !4d6: 1 2 3 4 Total: 10 would net you 10 days.)) Any duplicate numbers are doubled. However, if one is open to permanent play and all four numbers are the same, or the total is 18 or over... Game over!~
Prey that have been a part of Nova! ((Warning, disposal will be included in some of these!))
Even if he wasn't really as young and innocent as he seemed, Nova still managed to bag a Prideful_Child! Drawn to the club by the stench of mythical creatures, Pride had played up the innocence his form allowed him to have, asking if he could be let inside. Nova was already hungry, and so after leading the smaller boy to the back entrance, he gave Selim a one-way ticket into his gut! The boy barely had time to struggle, given that Nova had caught him off guard with a charm to muddle his mind, and it wasn't long before he was curled away in the fairy's magical guts! A night of partying and revelry followed, the energy for each dance provided by the boy slowly being melted down into muck inside of his stomach, each slosh bringing the poor thing closer to full digestion. After a quick nap, the slush of flesh and digestive juices had made their way all the way through Nova's body and were ready to be deposited into the fairy's toilet! Purplish-brown logs piled high, Nova flushed both the leftover waste and the memory of Selim away, ready to go out again! And thankfully, the boy hadn't even fattened him that much!
"I guess that's why Fairy Tale creatures always eat kids, huh?~" RP completed on 18/12/2019 in private. Dice were rolled, and Selim will remain fairy boy pudge for 12 whole days! Released on 30/12/2019, just in time for new year celebrations!
In a well-traveled street of a bright district of a densely populated city, there exists a place. Surrounded on all sides by casinos, clubs, bars of all shapes and sizes. The whole building is a dark grey, almost black. Littering the surface haphazardly are various neon designs; spirals, hand prints, shapes, and even a pair of lips in some places. They seem to glow despite the lack of any equipment to make them do so, all a slightly different shade. From the front of the building, a block juts out above the doors, and positioned around this is the name of the club: a neon sign in conjoined handwriting proclaiming the establishment as 'The Wild Fey'.
A small line extends from the doors, far smaller than some other places along the road, though a fairly large crowd separate from the line is regularly dismissed by the bouncer. A man of ridiculously large proportions that almost certainly had to be exaggerated by something easily and calmly dismisses bribes, roughhousing and any attempts to get by him. The place seems members only, patrons in the line offering small black ID cards to the man to be allowed through the swaying double doors. Each time someone goes in, color and sound explode out for a moment, before the heavy black doors slip shut once more.
Whether through curiosity or familiarity, you find yourself drawn towards the entrance of the club as the crowd around disperses to the other establishments along the strip. Through whatever means, you find yourself inside. Perhaps you are a patron yourself, the bouncer allows you to slip through, a patron brings you as a +1, you manage to sneak in, or you could even find an ID on the ground that supposedly belongs to... You. No matter the method, you find yourself inside, and immediately it is breathtaking.
What hits you first is that the inside of the club is immensely bigger than what could be physically possible for the building itself. Seating areas and tables surround a bustling dance floor, doors lead into corridors that should by all rights intersect other buildings around. Against the back wall is a long bar of wood, the area behind filled to the brim with shelf after shelf of drinks. A second floor of balconies with glass railings overlooks the place, and stairs can be seen heading up to private areas even further up. A trio of free-floating platforms house dancers around poles and other props.
The patrons and staff around you are of all shapes and sizes, races unknown to the boring world just outside the doors to your back. Gnomes dance through the gaps in the legs of Trolls, a trio of Drow sit around a circular table arguing over cards with a Dwarf. The DJ providing the alien music appears to be a Mindflayer, a purple humanoid with a squid for a face, his tentacles reaching down to spin on the deck below, and you glance what looks to be a jazz band made up of animated skeletons in fancy suits disassembling their used kit in the wings. Pixies flit through the air, and you have to duck a flailing trouser leg as a young girl with spiraling horns in a traditional kimono runs by on the wall above you, chased by the Ogre she supposedly stole them from.
While there are humans and elements accommodating them throughout the club, the place is dominated by supernatural and magical creatures of all kinds. Even the dance floor, pulsing with seemingly electrical lights of varying colors, is actually a glass floor, a titanic moth positioned on the underside with the creature's abdomen providing the lighting. As you draw closer towards the bar, pushed from the entrance by an impatient centaur even as their human disguise melts around them, you glance a flash of neon color on the body on one of the creatures on the dance floor. Similar to the designs on the outer walls of the club, hand and fingerprints litter bodies all around, with some cheeks stained even by the same lips that you saw outside.
Taking a seat just two across from an angelic woman in glorious golden battle armor downing drink after drink with her helmet on the bar in front of her, you glance down at the menu. The pretty blonde human woman surrounded by a swarm of psychically controlled hands that had come to greet you is called away as you scan the items, regular food and drink from the world at large surrounded by fruits and meats of creatures completely alien. Cocktails of various types litter the colorful pages, from 'Hag's Brew' to 'Fairy Dust' and 'Cupid's Arrow'. The angel next to you shouts for another round of 'Giant's Fist', and an androgynous voice sounds out from behind you.
"Well, well, well... What have we here?" A quick turn on your stool reveals Nova standing there, deep purple eyes sparkling and a hand positioned on one of his hips. Glittering gossamer wings flutter behind him, and a sly smile rises up onto his face. "If you're feeling indecisive, why not let me get you a 'Fairy Dust', and then we can go and party?" His other hand extends out in front of him, head tilting slightly to the side in question...
Will you take it?
((This piece isn't required as a scene starter whatsoever, but I had a slew of ideas for the club! Some of them were stolen from friends of mine that described the place in-scene, or my other characters. This way people who are interested don't need it explained again and again in-scene. The details of Nova's room will likely be next!))
((Not normally liked, exceptions can be made. No equine beings, no matter if they're anthro, demi, or feral. Pokemon I enjoy most of the time.))
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