Jaera

It's late-ish, so this is probably all you're getting for now.

Jaera, simply put, is a drow who's found herself in very unusual circumstances. She stands 5'8, with long, silky white hair, dyed acid green in stripes here and there. Her eyes are purple with a hint of red, and her skin sports the typical drow coloration. As for her figure, it's slightly muscular/athletic, but with some eye-pleasing curves. Her demeanor, though, is... well, it's pleasant for her, not so much for anyone else.

Jaera, before the... incident, that led her to her present circumstances, was a promising captain for her house. She led a troop of raiders, acquiring wealth and weapons for her house, often if not always by force and cunning. Her efforts in particular among her peers were noticeably filling the vaults with gold and the armory with weapons, not to mention other materials useful to the house. Mounts, wagons, wealth, all were provided, once their owners were successfully(and discretely) disposed of. However, if one is TOO successful, one may find it wise to watch one's back.

Jaera's success was noted by the family that lead her house, yes. It was also noticed by the less successful captains who also led raiders into the Underdark and beyond. Thinking to advance themselves in the eyes of their leaders, several of them conspired against Jaera, feeding false information to her informants, spreading rumors, and generally causing trouble for her. Some of the lies they spread, very serious ones indeed, reached the ears of the ruling family. Displaying a surprising amount of mercy, they simply demoted her... to scout. No real authority, no real access, but she was still alive... a small mercy.

So. No more authority, and now she had to answer to those who had conspired against her. She knew who each and every one of them was... but she couldn't do anything. At the same time, though, she WAS better than them, so they couldn't push her too far. It did, however, make things tense. Jaera eventually spent less and less time at the clan's compound, wandering further and further afield between visits, finding stranger and stranger things... and eventually, she just didn't come back.

It was assumed that she fell afoul of something in the dark. And, well, there ARE quite a few things in there that can kill a lone drow with relative ease. As it happens, though, she actually stumbled upon something else... a gate to another world. A world, in fact, far removed from her own, though she didn't know it when she stumbled upon it. A world, in fact, dominated entirely by humans, with no other races to speak of. She came through in a cave, was fortunate enough to find a group of spelunkers, and tracked them out of the cave. She was completely lost, had no idea where she was going, and it seemed like a better, easier way to find food and a place to stay, if a bit risky. Still, it wouldn't be her first time on the surface, and she was prepared... or so she thought.

As it happens, though, she wasn't prepared. She managed to keep hidden for a few days, but apparently, the government on that world had an idea that she was there, and a way to track her. She was surrounded by soldiers armed with guns, with sniper teams some distance away ready for her to try to flee. Jaera couldn't understand a damned thing these people said, though... and, well, in the end, she lost an arm in the scuffle that brought her into their control. Her left arm, specifically.

When she woke up, she had been divested of her armor and weapons, but a few other trinkets were left to her. A necklace, a few rings... things the humans didn't know could be used to do them harm. her left arm was completely GONE, and her head had been shaved, leaving her completely bald and with a wicked headache. They'd done.... SOMETHING. She didn't know what, at the time, though she would find out.

In the end, she spent five years in a research facility. That pain in her head, as it happens, was from an implant designed to make her more... submissive. Less likely to try and rip out throats with her teeth, that sort of thing. It didn't take, really, though not for any reason you might think. At the same time, though, it has a new purpose, thanks to an unwelcome hitchhiker. But, that's not so important yet.

As it happens, Jaera wasn't the first drow to stumble through... odds were good she wouldn't be the last, either. However, the humans who staffed the facility where she was kept spoke a smattering of drow, enough to know that she was VERY displeased indeed. Over time, with much difficulty, Jaera picked up English, as well as several other languages... and, well, that facility being designed for some... less than scrupulous experiments, she picked up other things as well. Still, it all worked out in the end... for her, anyway.

She kept her strength up, and kept her edge, through a vigorous exercise regimen. She needed about a thousand calories more than your average human, as they learned, and she could pack away a LOT more than a human anyway, enough to distend her gut. One of the experiments conducted there found out that she could fit... well, quite a bit into her belly, and a few injections later she was able to, with effort, swallow a whole person! ... mind, they really had to work to get that poor assistant back out.

Still. Five years later, Jaera had learned enough to strike out on her own. She could speak the language, she could use their machines, and she had a nice prosthesis, indistinguishable from her real arm, using state of the art technology. Self-repairing synthetic flesh, greater strength, and a few other toys that she tested for them. They let her keep the arm because she WAS so cooperative with them, and they figured that if they were a little more relaxed about what she could and could not have, she'd relax a bit and accept the situation.

... you can probably guess how that turned out for them. Without going into too much detail, a meddling spirit and a rather rebellious AI worked in her favor, the latter piggybacking her implant while the former... well, scared the everloving SHIT out of her, driving her into a panic. The instant that door opened, she was OUT, and she was going as FAST as she could. Those humans who got in her way were either shoved into a convenient room or killed dead as she made her way toward the armory, directed by an exceedingly irritating voice in her head. There, she picked up all her old equipment, and more besides, including a experimental transdimensional teleport, before simply vanishing, leaving thirty dead and more injured in her wake.

Since then, though, things have improved for her. That rogue AI left for god alone knows where, and that's just FINE by her. That spirit shows up every now and then to mock her, but she's given it a metaphorical bloody nose now and then. And, as it happens, she LIKES her new circumstances! She managed to get to a somewhat less advanced dimension, and from there she managed to get, well, quite a few things, using her job skills, AKA raiding and pillaging. From there, she went to a more advanced setting, and traded her wealth for a very nice ship, which she fitted with a transdimensional drive like the prototype she'd stolen.

Since then... well. Since then, she's acquired crew, power, wealth, and infamy in plenty. Captain Jaera and her crew are considered(in several dimensions) to be some of the best in their highly illegal business, and they are definitely one of the wealthiest. Their first ship has been kept, but it's been kept inside a much larger, more powerful corsair, fast and powerful, relying on maneuverability rather than armor and shields(though it, of course, has both). Fast, well-armed, experienced, and disciplined, Jaera's Raiders are universally respected and feared, to the point that some ships, on realizing who is attacking them, will just plain surrender outright.

AS for Jaera herself... well, it's been ten years since she escaped and started her new career, her new clan. Her crew is her family, and she would gladly die for them if they would let her. Not that there would ever be such an occasion. For those not on her crew, though, well, her attitude is rather different.

Proud, perhaps a bit arrogant, skilled, and cunning, Jaera has only become a better leader since she lost her way home. She's grown more confident, more skilled, and more powerful, thanks to training, experience, and looted items. Hedonistic to a fairly high degree, she's often on the lookout for pretties to keep, and some members of her crew have been known to disappear for a while into her room, and not show up again for days. It's not unheard of for her to take slaves, some for sale, others for personal use... thankfully, with a matter transposer she looted from an unmarked freighter, it doesn't cost any more to keep those tiny things fed, and they make such wonderful toys. As well, she seems to be nicer to cute things...

Of course, as stated, she's fully vore-capable thanks to some earlier injections. As well, she's also capable of some unusual shapeshifting... gender-bending, mostly, though she can shift her features as well, even to the point of changing her skin color. Her hair is the only constant, there, and even that has been changed in some unusual ways.

Her hair is laced with nanites, these days, for a few simple reasons... they keep it manageable with ease, they keep it clean, and they let her use neat tricks. She actually enjoys using her hair for bondage, wrapping it around her intended victim and squeezing them, holding them close as her hands wander over them. If she wanted, she could use the nanites in her hair to EAT her victim, making it even more dangerous, though oral vore is her most common indulgence. She enjoys those squirms a LOT... UB is a rarer treat, though, and sucking out someone's soul to devour is something she almost never does, if only because she doesn't want to become addicted.

As for her skills, she's skilled with many types of melee weapons, as well as guns and bows, having learned the latter through some experimentation, deciding she likes them. in addition to her martial skills, though, she has an innate grasp of and resistance to magic, with an affinity for lighting and other electrical magics, enjoying both for work and for play.

As for her appearance, Jaera stands five feet eight inches tall, with a lean, muscular figure and soft, feminine curves. Not... STACKED, of course, but you can clearly tell she's a woman. She has flawless white teeth, often displayed in a ferocious, eager grin, with slightly longer canines than a human would have. Her skin is the typical drow color, usually, and her hair is naturally white, coming down to a point just under her butt when unbound. Her hair has been dyed in streaks with acid green, making for interesting effects when she braids it, and it is always clean, silky to the touch. Her eyes, framed by that silken hair, are a purple color, though when one looks directly at them in low light she seems to have reddish pupils, perhaps due to her heritage. Her ears, of course, are slender and pointed, quite sensitive indeed.

As for clothing... she tends to wear armor, as a matter of course. Much like her old armor, it's plated, but it's made of ceramics and ballistic materials these days, most of the time. Her old armor is saved for low-tech dimensions she visits, to blend in with the locals, while she favors tight-fitting bodysuits or her full combat armor in technologically advanced environments, often sporting a rangefinder type display over her right eye as well. She's always armed, as well, with at least a knife and a pistol, and sometimes more.

And... I think that's enough for now. Alt by The_Tower, kinda long I know, but it all just... came out. PM if interested, but not ICly, please.