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abbalier · 2 years ago

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖯𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗃𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈 - 𝖱𝗈𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀───── ❝ 기본적인 정보 ❞ ─────

● NOMBRE COMPLETO: Elodie (Dumont) Abbadie.

↳ Nombre Coreano: Nam Myeong-Suk.

↳ Apodo: Melodía, Mye.

↳ Fecha y lugar de nacimiento: 15 de Mayo de 1995. (28 años). Mont Blanc, Francia.

↳ Horóscopo: Tauro. Este signo suele ser, según la astronomía, perseverantes, con una gran fuerza de voluntad, cariñosas, prácticas y respetuosas pero también un poco gruñonas, y rencorosas.

↳ Lugar de Residencia: Vive junto a sus padres en la casa familiar en Seúl, Corea del Sur. La mansión es tan sumamente grande que cuesta encontrarse con los otros integrantes de la familia, de esta manera cada uno tiene su propia intimidad aunque les gusta reunirse de vez en cuando en familia.

Por otro lado, poseen una propiedad en Mont Blanc, Francia, donde se encuentra el resto de la rama familiar por parte de los Chevalier. Normalmente suelen veranear o pasar el invierno allí.

↳ Estudios: Desde que era muy pequeña Elodie ha estado rodeada de plantas y naturaleza. Siempre ha tenido muy claro lo que quería estudiar desde que la orientadora del instituto le preguntó a qué quería dedicarse. Estudió biología y un máster de botánica. Domina solamente dos idiomas el Francés y el Coreano.

↳ Estado Civil: Soltera.

↳ Ocupación: Tiene un invernadero propio donde realiza ungüentos, cremas y perfumes derivados de las plantas como venta privada. También se encarga de la floristería en la funeraria Prometheus.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀───── ❝ PERSONNALITÉ ❞ ─────

A pesar de haber sido rechazada por sus seres queridos, Elodie es una persona decidida a la hora de tomar decisiones, aunque se tropiece veinte veces suele levantarse cueste lo que cueste. Aparentemente siempre suele estar de buen humor, escondiendo realmente sus sentimientos y a los que solamente Sebastien se traga cada vez que habla con ella. Es desconfiada con la gente aunque eso no le ha impedido hacer nuevos amigos. Su vocabulario es refinado salvo cuando se trata de expresiones de sorpresa. Incluso puede llegar a ser amenazante. Ha tenido problemas de pequeña con su apariencia. De niña era regordeta, y todos los niños siempre se habían metido con su físico, de ahí que su cuerpo esté lleno de estrías. Pero ella misma se siente orgullosa de tenerlas, e incluso le parecen realmente hermosas. “Soy como una rosa, hermosa y llena de espinas.” Podría decir con la cabeza bien alta que está orgullosa de sí misma y su aspecto pese a no ser bonito socialmente. No supera el egocentrismo, pero no tiene ningún complejo que le quite el sueño.

Su templanza a la hora de hablar crea confianza, siempre de manera pausada y con entonaciones correctas. El timbre de su voz parece que tiene el poder de relajar a las fieras. Suele aprovecharse de esa virtud para conseguir lo que quiere, embelesando a cualquiera que trate con ella.

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↳ Raza: Licántropa. La licantropía es la mitológica habilidad o poder que tiene un ser humano para transformarse en lobo o licántropo.

La situación familiar de Elodie es compleja. La primera vez que fue adoptada tenía tres años. Su nueva familia ya tenía una hija llamada Cicely. Al cabo de los años, se volvieron inseparables, pero tras un terrible accidente la vida de Cicely acabó siendo arrebatada. La familia adaptó un comportamiento de rechazo ante la noticia e incluso hacia Elodie, haciéndole responsable de su muerte. Fue tal el peso de culpa que acabó huyendo. A día de hoy, sigue echando de menos a su hermana mayor, e incluso se imagina que está con ella en momentos de soledad. Se siente como una muñeca de porcelana, dura de apariencia, pero vacía por dentro.

Su cuento favorito se llama: “Te quiero de aquí a la luna ida y vuelta”. (Regalo de Bruno por el cumpleaños de Elodie). Se lo leía su hermana Cicely todas las noches en su niñez. Nunca se ha librado de ese libro, es su tesoro más preciado.

● Información: “¿Quién es Bruno?.” Bruno fue el marido de Cicely en la adolescencia. Se casaron siendo adolescentes, y tuvieron una relación que duró bastantes años. Cuando ella falleció, Elodie robó uno de sus conjuros para devolver a la vida a su hermana. Anhelaba los viejos tiempos, pero al ella no ser bruja, acabó siendo hechizada por aquél conjuro ralentizando su crecimiento. “Crecerás más lento para aumentar tu sufrimiento”. Cinco años más tarde, Elodie acabó acudiendo al entierro de Bruno.

Tras años vagando en solitario, Helena la encontró en el bosque tendida en el suelo, malherida. Fue gracias al rastro de sangre sobre la nieve la que le condujo hasta ella. La llevó junto a los Chevalier, concretamente Axel, quien decidió darle un nuevo hogar. Elodie prefirió esconder su pasado ante el miedo a perder de nuevo a su familia. Helena y Edgar pasaron a ser su nueva familia, junto con Sebastien, un niño repelente que el único disfrute que tenía era molestar a Elodie pese a la diferencia de edad.

↳ HISTORIA DE LOS Chevalier. (Las futuras tramas con respecto a esta rama de la familia se colocarán en ese artículo.)

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀───── ❝FAMILLIE❞ ─────

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(↓ Datos sobre la familia↓ )

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀FAMILIA ANTERIOR: ( PRIMERA ADOPCIÓN )

No existen registros del paradero de la familia biológica de Elodie en el orfanato en el que fue abandonada, por lo que su origen es desconocido.

⠀⠀● NOMBRE COMPLETO: Noel Dumont.

↳ Fecha y lugar de nacimiento: 19 de Septiembre de 1961, Servoz, Francia. (Cerca de Chamonix)

↳ Raza: Hechicero.

↳ Ocupación: Juez.

⠀⠀● NOMBRE COMPLETO: Clarice Dumont.

↳ Fecha y lugar de nacimiento: 27 de Julio de 1962, Servoz, Francia. (Cerca de Chamonix)

↳ Raza: Bruja blanca.

↳ Ocupación: Abogada.

⠀⠀● NOMBRE COMPLETO: Cicely Dumont.

↳ Fecha y lugar de nacimiento: 6 de Octubre de 1992, Servoz, Francia. (Cerca de Chamonix)

↳ Raza: Bruja.

↳ FALLECIDA.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀FAMILIA POSTERIOR: ( ACTUAL )

⠀⠀● NOMBRE COMPLETO: Kwan Abbadie.

↳ Fecha y lugar de nacimiento: 02 de Enero (Aparenta la edad de 28 años). Seúl, Corea del Sur.

↳ Raza: Humano convertido en Demonio, poseído por La Parca.

↳ Ocupación: Dueño de los concesionarios de BMW en Corea del Sur.

⠀⠀● NOMBRE COMPLETO: Helena Chevalier.

↳ Fecha y lugar de nacimiento: 22 de Febrero, Mont Blanc, Francia. (Aparenta la edad de 20 años )

↳ Raza: Licántropa.

↳ Ocupación: Arqueóloga.

⠀⠀● NOMBRE COMPLETO: Sebastien (BASH) Abbadie.

↳ Fecha y lugar de nacimiento: Nació un 11 de Noviembre en plena luna llena en Seúl, Corea del Sur.

↳ Raza: Mestizo de Licántropo y Humano. Recipiente de Ryōmen Sukuna.

↳ Ocupación: Escultor, artesano metalúrgico y actual dueño de PROMETHEUS.

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⠀⠀● Tiene una enfermedad congénita que le va incapacitando uno de sus sentidos vitales; la vista. Nadie sabe nada sobre ello, ni ella misma está al tanto de su enfermedad. El médico le recomendó utilizar gafas para corregir en progresivo la ceguera, ella en cambio se niega a utilizarlas. No siempre tiene pérdidas de visión.

⠀⠀● Está obsesionada con la música. Siempre encontrarás a Elodie ya bien sea con música puesta en la floristería o con los cascos puestos. Le encanta descubrir novedades en Spotify, dándole igual la nacionalidad de la canción. Escucha música en inglés, francés, coreano, español, italiano, alemán e incluso en árabe. Considera que la vida se ve de diferente manera si se escucha música.

⠀⠀● Adora el té de media tarde junto con una pieza de frutas. Suele prepararse ella misma sus propias bolsas de té con las plantas que cultiva en su invernadero. De esta manera se trata los resfriados y otro tipo de enfermedades que ha ido cogiendo a lo largo de los años.

⠀⠀● El atletismo siempre ha sido uno de sus deportes favoritos, considerándose como la persona más rápida y ágil de todos los Chevalier. A su edad ya no participa en competiciones, prefiere salir a correr por el parque disfrutando de la naturaleza junto a su mascota llamada Malibú. Malibú es un border collie que le sigue a todas partes.

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dumontperfumesbest · 4 years ago

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Best Dumont Unisex Perfumes for 2021

Over the past few years, the thin line that distinguished men's woody colognes from women's floral fragrances have been blurred with the advent of delicious plants to suit every gender has emerged.

It will be great fun to shop for fragrance with a freeing experience and fewer restrictions and the best Unisex perfumes will cater to all types of needs and tastes with its varying aromas that blurred the gender boundary lines. In this article, we have come up with the best Dumont Unisex perfumes that will be perfect for or any fresh crisp and contemporary look and the range also comes up with some sensual rich and intense test which makes them perfect for wearing in different occasions.

BOROUJ Gravity Unisex Eau de Perfume, 85 ml

Aesthetic sent from Dumont range is perfectly crafted with the essence of traditional fragrance that compiled with a contemporary hint to make it ideal for carrying in winter evenings. It is capable of giving that magical vibe due to its having fragrance to draw the attention of everyone around.

This scent comes up with the fusion of contemporary essence with some western Arabic fragrance that makes it convenient to wear for both men and women. Being a Unisex perfume, this Borouj range from Dumont have an aromatic effect of distinct notes that provides an everlasting effect.

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dumontperfumes · 4 years ago

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Customs of wearing scent is different from all other usual perfumes.

At the point when you wear fragrance, it offers delights to your life, the individual who wear appreciate it and Dumont perfumes furthermore delighted in by your internal circle. The sort of scent we use influence your character. The fragrance may make you swarm joy or it send individuals from you.

At some point you entered inside the gathering of individuals and make a stride back as a result of a solid aroma which immediately cause you to feel migraine. You wouldn't need that your nearby one move away from you in light of the scent you wear.

Henceforth fragrance assume an indispensable part in our life. The fragrance you wear influence you as well as individuals who are shut to you. Subsequently it is essential to discover the scent that assist you with getting supplements.

Dos' of wearing fragrance

• If it's cold external wear additional fragrance, as chilly climate lessens the aromas, similarly apply more aroma when your skin is dry, because of absence of oil the limit of aroma debilitates inverse of that sleek skin kinds of individuals need to wear less scent.

• Everyone's skin is unique in relation to individual to individual outcomes diverse response of fragrance on one's skin. At the point when you are intending to purchase new aroma take choice of getting it by apply it on your own skin.

• The perfect season of wearing scent is soon after shower or shower around then your pores are open coming about your skin will assimilate all the aroma you splash. When washing attempts to apply non-aerated cleanser where you need to apply fragrance on the grounds that the combination of antiperspirants and aroma give terrible smell.

• The aroma you shower on your, the scent vanished when we set foot on any occasion or spot. Along these lines, apply it on such places where it will remain warm it keeps the aroma alive. Force it on the neck, inside the elbow, on the stomach, and back of the knees.

• Sometime because of restricted space on a planes, vehicle or transport, utilizing over fragrance gives you cerebral pains or individuals around you may discard you in such circumstance touch aroma on your scarf and smell it at whatever point you need to feel your #1 scent.

Don'ts of wearing fragrance

• Don't accepting a full-sized jug with testing it. Buying a marked scent implies spending your enormous saving. So prior to putting away cash on marked scent attempt to take an analyzer home, after apply a day or two you find your solution of if it is setting up science with your skin, the. Take a choice of getting it.

• Apart from positive sides fragrance of scent, there are a few things to dodge it. One of them is blend of fragrance and adornments. Ensemble and pearl kinds of gems misfortunes it's shading when associate with aroma alcohols. At the point when you wear these sorts of gems attempt to apply aroma away from the adornments.

• Don't stick on just one aroma entire year. Change your scents as per season and notice what aromas work best as indicated by hot and cool temperature. Change is significant henceforth utilize light and solid aroma as indicated by season.

• Don't wear fragrance straightforwardly onto light-shaded dress it can change texture tone into yellow. Apply aromas on dull shading texture may leave light hued stain.

• In the instance of fragrance don't face challenge to purchase online prior to testing at the nearby store. Try not to arrange it just by its external cover or due to limits.

• Don't put the aroma to where it comes straightforwardly contact with warmth, light, or frosty temperature. Put your scent in the refrigerator on the off chance that you feel that temperature is high. High temperature has inclination to oxidize aromas, that changes the first tone and the smell of the fragrance.

• At a similar time don't wear various scents it is recommended to you not utilize an antiperspirants or moisturizers having aroma. The combination of scents may be smelled terrible.

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thetravelerwrites · 4 years ago

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DuMont (Part 3) Lemon

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Female Elf Ranger/Male Tiefling Barbarian Additional Tags: Exophilia, Tiefling, Elf, Kobold, Half Elf, Human, Rogue, Bard, Barbarian, Ranger, Mage, Wizard, D&D, Dungeons & Dragons, Sex, Third Person Perspective Words: 3839

Kharis seems dissatisfied with DuMont's... performance, so DuMont intends to ask for advice from Rupert. Things don’t go as planned. Please reblog and leave feedback!

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“Why do you do that?” Kharis asked as she and DuMont lay in their bed of straw and furs together.

They were sheltering in a run down barn on the outskirts of the nearest town. Rupert, Sanoh, and Norman were at an inn, but DuMont was too large to fit through most doors. Kharis decided to stay with DuMont instead of enjoying the comforts of the inn, which usually meant she was feeling frisky.

“Do what?” DuMont asked, looking over at her in confusion.

She sighed. “Ask me if I’m okay every time I make a noise when we have sex? And you’re always so gentle, like I’m made of glass and you’re scared you’re going to hurt me.”

“I am scared of that,” He replied, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at her. “I could injure you very easily if I’m not careful. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Kharis sighed discontentedly and reached up to scratch his chest absentmindedly. “It’s not that I don’t like the gentleness. It’s sweet. But I wish you would lose control sometimes, take charge, be spontaneous. Just grab me and fuck me senseless without even saying anything. I’m always the one who tells you what to do, and trust me I love giving orders, but I’d love it if you told me to just shut up and suck your dick once in a while.”

DuMont grimaced. “I don’t think I’d feel right, saying something like that.”

“That’s kind of my point, darling,” She said, sitting up with a slight chuckle. “You’re too pure for your own good sometimes. It’s growing up in that church that did it, it must be. What did that caretaker of yours tell you about sex?”

“That it was mostly a trap set by women to steal a man’s money. He was rather bitter about some woman in his past, I think, though he never talked about it.”

Kharis snorted. “That tracks. Look, it’s not like I want you to treat me badly or be cruel to me. It’s not about being gross or vulgar or wanting to hurt me, it’s about being aggressive, feral, demanding. Using my body to get what you want. When that’s done the right way, it’s so sexy. And I’m giving you consent to do it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“But I don’t know how to do that without hurting you,” He said, mildly frustrated.

Kharis sighed again. “I know, angel. It’s alright, don’t worry yourself too much over it. We’ll figure it out.” She rolled into him and snuggled against his body. “Get some sleep. We need to be up and moving before dawn. Love you.”

“Love you,�� DuMont echoed, curling his body around hers and making sure she was as warm as he could make her.

Kharis fell asleep pretty quickly, but DuMont was unable to fall asleep for some time. He replayed the conversation with Kharis over and over in his mind, trying to parse what it was she wanted. Did she really want him to hurt her or be violent with her? That couldn’t be right. When he was violent, he killed people. He didn’t even mean to kill people sometimes, it just happened. He was still trying to gauge his strength and he often failed. How could he be forceful with her and not end up injuring her, or even killing her?

Maybe he could ask Rupert or Norman. Rupert and Sanoh were… very active… almost as active as he and Kharis were, but they both had more experience than he did. Norman was known to hire companions frequently, so he had different partners often. Norman and Rupert might be able to help.

The next day, the five of them came upon something that they hadn’t encountered in their travels: a proper bathhouse. It was lavish and resplendent and wildly out of place in this little town.

“Oh! Look!” Kharis said, pointing excitedly. “Look how big the doors are! DuMont, you’ll fit! We should splurge a little! We made a ton of gold from our last job and I haven’t had a bath that wasn’t in a cold pond in ages. Please, let’s go!”

“I’m totally down for this,” Sanoh said. “My scales have been so dry and itchy. I think I’m getting ready to molt.” She grimaced and scratched at her arm, which did look a bit flaky. “I hate molting. I’m out of commission for a solid week. It’s such an inconvenience.”

“How often do you molt?” Norman asked.

“Once a year. The good news is, once I’m done we can sell the skin for a good price. People grind it up and use it as a wound paste.”

“That’s actually fascinating,” Rupert said. “I wonder what magical properties your sheds might have.”

“Yeah, that’s great and totally not gross at all, are we doing this or what?” Kharis said impatiently.

“Sure, sure,” Norman said. “As long as we’re not spending all our money, it’s fine.”

The four of them started forward toward the building, but DuMont hesitated. Kharis doubled back.

“You okay, big guy?” She asked, patting his arm.

“Are you sure you want me to come in with you?” He asked apprehensively.

“Of course!” Kharis said. “Have you ever had a proper bath before?”

“I don’t think so,” He said.

“Then this could be an opportunity for you. Come get pampered with us. It’s fun.”

DuMont groused uncertainly, but he allowed Kharis to drag him into the bathhouse.

DuMont felt very out of place inside the pastel walls of the parlor, looking around at the delicate figurines and statues with discomfort and attempting to make himself smaller. The hostess, an elven woman, looked at him warily but greeted them all brightly.

“Welcome to the Rushing Waters Baths. Will you be needing separate rooms or a communal room this evening? The separate rooms are more private, but also more expensive.”

“One for the boys and one for the girls?” Rupert asked.

“Sounds good to me,” Kharis said. “Do you have one big enough for my sweetheart here?” She patted DuMont’s arm.

The elven woman looked him up and down appraisingly. “Unfortunately, I think the only bath that will fit him is the public bath. However, we have no other customers at the moment, so he will have it to himself.”

“Oh, that’s great!” Kharis said. “You’ll get to stretch your legs and soak for a while.”

DuMont grunted. “Thank you,” He said, addressing the hostess. His deep, low voice rattled the shelves slightly.

“We also offer laundering services,” The hostess said. “Simply leave your clothing on the shelves at the exterior of the bathing rooms and a silver for the service.”

DuMont looked down at himself and the simple loincloth he wore for modesty’s sake. He also donned a simple coat that Kharis had fashioned for him out of some large drapes for when it started getting cold. She wasn’t a great seamstress and the coat was a little haphazard and slapdash, but DuMont had treasured the gift and rarely took it off.

He had money now for the first time in his life, but there wasn’t many places that made clothing in his size. He could commission something, he supposed, but considering how often he ended up covered with dirt and blood, there wasn’t much point.

“You will need to leave your… weapons,” She glanced at the massive church bell tied to a post that DuMont used as a bludgeon. “At the door, of course. They will also be cleaned.”

“This is a strange place to be in the middle of such a small town,” Norman said.

“We’re a resort town, actually,” The hostess replied in a chipper tone that made Kharis roll her eyes.

“A what?” DuMont asked.

“It’s a town rich people build so they can pretend to be simple country folk while looking down their noses at them at the same time,” Kharis said in an undertone. The hostess frowned at her.

“How much for two private rooms and the public bath?” Sanoh asked, redirecting the hostess’s attention.

“The public bath is only two copper, and another copper for soap,” The hostess replied, still eyed Kharis while disfavor. “For two private baths, it’s six silver. Soap and towels are provided.”

“Do you provide companionship?” Norman asked.

“Wait until we get to the inn, Norm!” Rupert said. “I don’t want to be in the room with you when you have your fun!”

“Prude,” Norman sniffed.

“We actually own the inn, as well,” The hostess said. “You can book your rooms and companionship here for later, if you’d like.”

“Good, let’s do that,” Norman said.

It took a few minutes for them to iron out all the details while DuMont stood in the back awkwardly. He then waited while his friends were led to their own bathing rooms.

Before he could be taken to the public bath, he asked the hostess, “Could I visit my friends’ room? I’d like to ask their advice privately.”

“Of course,” The hostess said. “Right this way.”

She led him to one of the rooms, in which there was a flowery perfume smell. Steam emanated from under the door.

“They are undressing in the side room,” The hostess said. “You are free to wait for them.”

“Thank you, miss,” He replied. She nodded and excused herself.

DuMont stepped in and lowered his massive body into a squat-sit position, waiting patiently. The door opened after a moment, and to his dismay, a very naked Sanoh walked through. DuMont slapped his hands over his eyes.

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed. “The hostess must have brought me to the wrong room! I meant to go to the mens’ bath!”

Sanoh laughed. “It’s okay, big guy!” He heard the sound of her slipping into the water. “Feeling a bit lonely? Did you want to bath with the guys?”

“No,” He replied, still covering his eyes. “Well, yes, but no. I wanted to ask their advice about something.”

“Oh?” She said, her voice piqued with interest. “Maybe I can help. What’s the problem?”

“Oh…” DuMont hesitated. “Well… It’s private.”

“It’s about Kharis?” Sanoh hazarded.

“Yes,” He responded.

“Is it about sex?” Sanoh said shrewdly.

“Yes,” He said, almost dropping his hands in surprise. “How did you know?”

“Because Kharis and I talk, sweetie,” She replied. “Look, you can lower your hands. I’m not all that shy, honey; ask Rupert. Besides, if you want to know what a woman wants during sex, you shouldn’t ask a man. Why don’t you get in and sit with me and we can talk. Kharis is getting a drink, so she’ll be a few minutes.”

DuMont slowly lowered his hands and was relieved to see that Sanoh had sunk beneath the bath, which seemed to have a cloudy, pleasant smelling mixture in it that obscured most of her body. He carefully stood up and climbed into the bath, raising the level of the water by at least a foot. He took great care not to crowd her, looking much like an oversized dog crouching in a box too small for him.

“Alright, so what’s the issue?” She asked.

“Kharis wants me to be more aggressive,” DuMont said, hanging his head. “But I’m worried that I might hurt her.”

“I see,” Sanoh said, leaning forward a little. “I mean, I like a little bit of pain during sex, but I imagine it would be difficult for you, considering your size and strength.”

“That’s what worries me,” He replied anxiously.

“Well, there are plenty of ways of being assertive without hurting anyone,” Sanoh replied. “What about just ripping her clothes off the next time you feel frisky? Ooh, with your teeth! That would be hot.”

“But wouldn’t I make her mad if I ruin her clothes?” DuMont asked, cocking his head.

Sanoh shook her head. “Trust me, do it right, and she’ll be putty in your hands. Besides, we’re flush with cash right now. Kharis can buy new clothes. Kharis is also a little bit of an exhibitionist, so she’d probably like some public sex.”

DuMont balked at this idea. “That’s indecent! And also illegal, as far as I know!”

“I don’t mean do it out in the open! Although, knowing Kharis, she would probably love that,” Sanoh muttered thoughtfully. “No, no, somewhere public adjacent, like a rooftop or just beyond a tree line, somewhere you have the potential to be caught.”

DuMont frowned uncertainly. “Alright. What else could I do?”

“You could snarl at her when the two of you are getting in the mood. Some women really love that primal, feral energy. Love bites could be good, too. I do love it when Rupert puts his teeth to my scales.”

“But…” DuMont ran a finger over his exposed fangs. “I don’t know if I could do that. What if I actually bit her?”

“Drawing a little bit of blood might be alright, just don’t go very deep.”

DuMont grimaced uncertainly, but didn’t say anything.

“Honestly, honey, I think you’re really overthinking things. You’re just a big sweetie pie! I don’t think you could hurt Kharis, even if you tried to.”

“That’s patently incorrect,” DuMont protested.

“Just try it, big guy,” Sanoh insisted. “It’s called experimenting for a reason. If it doesn’t work out, then you don’t have to do it again.”

“I suppose,” DuMont replied slowly.

“Either way, Kharis should be here soon, and you should go take your bath. First rule of being a freelance mercenary: never let something you paid money for go to waste.”

With some difficulty, he climbed out of Sanoh’s bath and headed back for the public bath. It was fairly large; he was able to stretch out, still clothed, and soak his whole body with relative ease. He swam around the bath a little, using the soap Kharis had bought for him to wash his body and clothes.

In the warm water, he mulled over the suggestions Sanoh had given him. Feral, huh? Like… maybe hunting? The only time he really let loose is when he was hunting, though his intent was usually to kill. Perhaps he could modify it and turn it into a game? Would Kharis like that? He could try it.

After only ten minutes, he rinsed himself and got out of the bath, sloshing water all over the floor and walked dripping back out into the foyer, the hostess glaring at him as he exited the bathhouse. Should he try now? It certainly would be unexpected. He wanted to be more spontaneous, like Kharis suggested, and take her by surprise. She might like that.

Hide. He needed to hide. There was a grove of trees near the bathhouse, an orchard likely belonging to the inn. The trees weren’t especially dense, but the sun was setting and it would be easy enough to hide in the dark.

It was over an hour before Kharis came out of the bathhouse. She was alone, thankfully, and looking around with concern, likely for him. It was understandable; DuMont usually stuck close to Kharis in unfamiliar places.

“DuMont?” She called. “Where’d you go?”

DuMont purposefully snapped a twig, catching Kharis’s attention. She spun around and looked into the orchard, squinting, and moved away from the lantern light.

“Is that you?” She asked as she walked forward.

DuMont let a low, quiet, guttural snarl issue from his throat, shifting his weight carefully. Kharis’s brow furrowed and she laid a hand on the hilt of her short sword. DuMont moved forward slowly, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He had to admit, this was kind of fun.

“Show yourself!” She said. “I’m armed!”

DuMont snarled again, a little louder this time. Kharis started backing away, beginning to draw her weapon.

Now.

DuMont rushed out of the shadows of the orchard, snatching Kharis by the waist and throwing her over his shoulder, making her squeak in surprise, and began to scale the tall bathhouse building, digging his claws into the stone.

“DuMont!” She shrieked, smacking his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

DuMont didn’t answer, just continued to climb the wall up toward the roof. As he pulled himself up, he dropped her unceremoniously, pulling rope from his waist pack. Kharis watched in confusion as he tied her hands up, behind, and down to her legs.

“DuMont, what are you doing?” She asked, a slight smile on her face.

“Taking your advice,” He replied, a deep growl to his words.

Her eyebrows raised, intrigued. “Well, I’m glad, but how are you going to get my clothes off if I’m tied up like this?”

He took hold of her tunic with his hands and ripped it open down the front, exposing her breasts to the air. Her skin smelled of the rose and cardamom soap she had used.

“Oh,” Kharis said. “Well, then.”

He put her on the ground and sniffed down her body, growling low like an animal stalking prey. She bit her lip and squirmed a little. DuMont pressed his nose in between her legs and took a deep breath before taking the fabric in his teeth and ripping it, tearing a ragged hole

“Oh, fuck,” He rasped. “That’s so fucking hot.”

His tongue came out and licked a large swipe up and down, and she strained against the ropes, squealing. She was swollen and pulsing against his tongue, and he could tell she was enjoying herself.

With one hand, he picked her up and carried her to the ledge, where there was a large decorative gargoyle looking down over the courtyard. He placed her face down on top of it, so that she could see the courtyard. The way the light was directed by the lanterns, she could see down, but people couldn’t see her. Probably.

Holding her down with his hand, he plunged his tongue inside her and contracted it over and over, in and out, up and down. She moaned loudly, and DuMont answered with a snarl. The entire lower half of her body was inside his jaws, and while he knew he wouldn’t hurt her, he had to admit that the hint of danger was thrilling.

Her hips moved in time with his strokes until she lay her face down against the stone and just whimpered in pleasure. Before she could recover, he withdrew his jaws and lined himself up with her entrance, thrusting in hard.

She howled, making as much noise as she could, reveling in the feeling of him inside of her and the idea of being overheard by anyone down below. She’d always loved the idea of being almost caught.

She began to quiet down to a faint whimpering, and the interior of her body flexed and contracted as she climaxed around his cock. He slowed to let her draw out the orgasm, and then sped up again, thrusting so hard that her body rocked to and fro on the back of the gargoyle. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and pulled her up against him, holding her in the air and pumping into her, moving her on him, using her body as she told him to. He granted her, it did feel amazing.

Her head was thrust back and she grunted with her teeth clenched, her eyes closed. Her face was flushed, a vein bulging in her neck, and she was sweating all down her body.

“Are you--” He began, but she opened her eyes and snarled, “Don’t you fucking dare ask if I’m okay,” and he shut his mouth.

He thrust and thrust vigorously, with more force than he normally used, until her body went completely stiff and she was gasping for air, then went limp in his arms. He slowed his movement to a crawl, giving her a moment to recover, before driving himself back in again, full-speed, not giving her a chance to regain speech. She strained against her restraints, not as though she wanted to be free of them, but in a manner that suggested she was trying to contract and stretch with pleasure, the muscles in her stomach and legs rigid and hard. Her face was red with exertion and sweat poured off her body.

“Cum,” She grunted at him. “Cum for me. Do it.”

He snapped his hips against hers faster still, the rise of ecstasy building in him quickly, and he roared as he released inside her. He had to be careful not to drop her as he felt himself pop finally, gushing and shooting into her. As such, he did manage to lay her down before collapsing. As exhausted as he was, he used his claws to snap the ropes free and let her body completely relax under him.

“Is that what you wanted?” He asked breathlessly.

“Shush,” She replied faintly. “Let me bask in the afterfuck.”

They lay there together on the cool bricks of the roof, the evening air blowing lazily over their flushed, overheated skin.

Eventually, Kharis pushed on DuMont’s shoulder and he rolled off and lay next to her. She sighed contentedly.

“Yes, to answer your question,” She said. “That was undoubtedly the best lay I have ever had in my life. I didn’t think you had that in you, but I’m pleasantly surprised.”

“I wasn’t too rough?” He asked.

“No, not at all,” She said. “It was perfect. Just what I needed.” She rolled on her side and looked up at him. “You weren’t uncomfortable with doing it, were you?”

“No,” He replied. “I was uncertain I was doing what you wanted and worried I was hurting you. Did I?”

She shook her head. “I think if you had gone any harder than you did, you might’ve, but it was great.”

“Good,” He said, satisfied. “The hunting and stalking part was really fun, I enjoyed that very much.”

She laughed. “You startled me, certainly, but it was fun. Next time we’re camping in the woods, we should have ourselves a nice game of hide and seek.”

“I would like that,” He said.

“Well,” She said, hopping to her feet. “I’m starting to get cold, and my clothes are…” She looked over at the shreds of her tunic and trousers. “Well, unwearable. Can you give me a lift down to the ground?”

“But you’re naked.”

She shrugged. “I’ve got spares in my bag downstairs.”

“But you’re naked.”

She snorted. “It’s not the first time I’ve walked nude through an inn before and it likely won’t be the last. Just get me down.”

He obliged, lifting her onto his back and scaling back down the wall. Kharis drew a lot of stares as she made her way through the common area of the inn. Like normal, DuMont was too large to get into the inn, but he watched Kharis from the door to make sure she didn’t run into trouble.

Norman, Sanoh, and Rupert were sitting and drinking, staring at Kharis as she strode through the room, though Sanoh caught sight of DuMont at the door and smirked, winking at him.

If he ever needed advice in the future, he definitely knew who to ask.

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T A S K # NO. 1 - LOVE POTION NO.9

★ CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT - AMORTENTIA ★

✯ MARLENE MIONETTE MCKINNON ✯

Clock strikes upon the hour and the sun begins to fade. Still enough time to figure out how to chase my blues away, I've done alright up 'til now. It's the light of day that shows me how and when the night falls loneliness calls. Oh, I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody. yeah, I wanna dance with somebody; with somebody who loves me

FRENCH PERFUME: The gentle reminder of home, the feminine floral perfume that traveled around the McKinnon home as their mother wafted through the air. Adorned in french finery and perfumes she’d collect on her trip home to Paris to visit her home and family The Dumonts. Despite the ideals set upon Marlene by the woman, the smell brings comfort, love and affection. Stolen wine, family holidays to France, uttered french along romantic cities

SALTY SEA AIR: Next forms the comforting air of the sea pulling her home. Eyes flickering closed the Isle of Skye pulled into her view, of hours spent chasing her brothers Dougal, Nathair and Coinneath along the coasts, speeding through the highlands with the wind and flicks of sea water thrashing in their faces, body surging with adrenaline and warmth. Moments caught in her childhood and framed along to the gentle foam of the waves beneath feet

STRAWBERRIES: Sweet, dipped in chocolate and the allure of summer, strawberries were always Marlene’s favourite and was something she was drawn to; from strawberry lip balm, to strawberry chocolates and sweets

FIRE WHISKEY: The allure of the night, the promise of thrills drunken moments, arm in arm contentment in mischief as they dared the world to bring them to ruin. To even try and demolish how brightly they all shined in the dark of the night and elated with the burn of alcohol running down the back of their throats. Evoking a sense of delight in the unknown and the endless scandalous sanctum’s they indulged in. Forming life long friendships at Hogwarts, the shared nights of chaos and fun only trailed into their adulthood. House parties and late nights together at The Foutain of Fair fortune drinking until the night blurred with James @jamspctter, Sirius @padfoot-chaos, Peter @peterpxttigrew, Remus @luhpxns, Mary @macmary, Dorcas @suchadorcas and Lily @oh-evans

SMOKE & MOTOR CYCLE OIL: Danger, the thrill of the night and allure of the moonlight; the smokey ash of cigarette’s lingers in the air and the back of throats with exchanged smirks and hollers into the darkness. The raven locks of hair swept over the depths of broken eyes, leather jacket adorning skin like armor, the glint and smirk of a best friend, of him, of Sirius @padfoot-chaos that sent an uneasy swirl in the pit of her stomach that she tried to suppress with every will she had as the smell faded into the background

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Any perfume recommendations for someone who loves citrus, spice (cinnamon, clove, nutmeg), velvety red roses, woods, violets, leather, geranium and warm boozy scents? My style leans more classic, minimalist, clean, sharp, gamine.

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eau lente by diptyque

gin fizz by lubin

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dolce vita by christian dior

loulou by cacharel

glow by maison martin margiela

karma by lush

infusion d'iris by prada

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gloriaehq · 5 years ago

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El óraculo nunca se equivoca, mucho menos en las predicciones, ha dictado que por fin, Edmée Dumont ha retornado tras años en la ignorancia de su verdadera procedencia, la duda recaerá en, ¿podrá soportar la verdad una vez que esta misma sea develada?

¡Bienvenida Ángel! Nos da muchísimo gusto tenerte aquí, te recordamos que cuentas conveinticuatro horas para enviar la cuenta de tu personaje. En caso de necesitar más tiempo no dudes en acudir al buzón.

I. OUT OF CHARACTER.

alias: ángel

edad: 21

zona horaria: GMT -3

nivel de actividad: 7/10

pronombres: she/her

triggers: violaciones, zoofilia, pedofilia

II. DENTRO DE PERSONAJE.

( Hécate + Sophie Turner + femenino ) beatus ille! roma le da la bienvenida a ( Edmée Dumont ) , ella ha sido parte de pintoresca escena por una semana. Con ( veinticuatro ) es una ( artista plástica ) originario de ( Francia ). Las moiras comienzan a decir que es ( temperamental ) pero quizá no sea tan malo pues también pueden ser ( atenta ); cuando pienso en ella, me viene a la mente ( una noche oscura sin luna, perfume de vainilla y manos manchadas con pintura ).

III. ACERCA DEL PERSONAJE.

I — Nacida en Lyon veintiséis años atrás, Edmée fue traída al mundo por una joven pareja de artistas en sus veintenas. La pequeña familia de tres formó su hogar en un reducido apartamento en el centro de la ciudad, donde la niña creció y se crio, siempre entre música, caballetes, y botes de pintura.

Su niñez fue buena; como hija única de un pintor y una escultora, siempre se vio involucrada en sus actividades y rodeada de arte. Su rutina consistía en volver del colegio y pasar el resto del día viendo a su madre tallar enormes bloques de mármol con sus delicadas manos o observando a su padre llenar y llenar lienzos con hermosas obras de arte al oleo. Claramente a nadie le sorprendió que pronto la joven pelirroja se viera creando sus propios cuadros por voluntad propia.

II — Llegados sus once años de edad, de a poco comenzó a notar que su padre cada vez aparecía menos en casa. El hombre parecía flotar dentro y fuera del apartamento, apareciendo a veces cada una semana, a veces cada dos meses. Cuando regresaba, el pequeño apartamento se convertía en una arena de batalla, donde los gritos y maldiciones de su padre eran seguidos de llantos desesperados de su madre. La mujer trataba de esconder el repugnante olor a whisky con un fuerte perfume de vainilla, el cual poco lograba camuflar.

Fue en su treceavo cumpleaños cuando lo vio por última vez en persona. El hombre acompañó su despedida con un regalo: una pequeña caja negra con un juego de cartas de tarot pintadas a mano por él en tonos negros, blancos y plateados.

Esa corta despedida fue un quiebre en la vida de Edmée. Con catorce años, sus pinturas antes llenas de brillantes y llamativos tonos tomaron un giro mucho más oscuro, su cuarto comenzó a llenarse de grandes lienzos pintados en tonos negros, grises y plateados, como las cartas de tarot de su padre. Fue durante esa misma época cuando comenzó a aprender a leerlas, al poco tiempo de comenzar a hacerlo, parecía que las mismas le hablaran; parecían ser parte de ella misma.

III — Pronto sus notas en la preparatoria comenzaron a bajar en picada, mientras que los llamados de atención de dirección solo parecían ir en aumento. Leerle las cartas en los recesos a sus compañeros comenzó como un hobbie, pero pronto comenzó a extenderse la voz: “la tarotista de penúltimo año nunca le erra a sus predicciones”, “pareciera que te lee la mente”, “estoy seguro de que es bruja”… Lo que la gente no entendía, era que no era ninguna brujería, ella sentía las cartas; ¿cómo era posible que nadie más las oyera? Parecían gritar a los cuatro vientos.

Fue allí cuando Edmée vio la oportunidad perfecta, pronto hasta los profesores le pagaban por sus servicios. Estaba por comenzar su último año cuando fue expulsada del liceo de forma definitiva a raíz de su negocio.

IV — Luego de la expulsión, vivió con su madre un par de años mas antes de irse por su cuenta. La mujer había comenzado a salir con el médico para el cual trabajaba de secretaria y había dejado de lado absolutamente todo lo que la hacía ser quien era, no más pintura, ni música; de más está decir que Edmée no soportó ver tal situación. Comenzó primero pasando algunas noches fuera del apartamento frecuentando un par de bares y durmiendo en casa de amigos que hacía en ellos; poco después solo volvía a casa una vez a la semana para buscar ropa y dinero, hasta que un día simplemente volvió por todas sus pertenencias y se marchó.

La francesa consiguió mantenerse a flote vendiendo sus óleos, los cuales habían comenzado a hacerse bastante populares entre la juventud francesa. Pronto logró conseguirse un lugar en París y ejercer como artista de forma permanente. Dejó de lado la lectura de las cartas, las cuales le habían traído muchos problemas y se concentró en su arte.

V — Llevaba casi cuatro años en París cuando una carta llegó a su estudio. Su remitente, el cual había evitado colocar su nombre, le hacía llegar una invitación a la capital italiana y una enorme cantidad de euros en efectivo; el anónimo aseguraba que le gustaría ser su mecenas y que lo único que debía hacer para recibir más colaboraciones como la que tenía en la mano en ese momento era mudar su estudio a Roma inmediatamente e instalarse en la capital.

La carta no contaba con ningún nombre o dirección física. Lo único que sí detallaba era una muy clara posdata, la cual rezaba: “No olvides tus cartas, las necesitarás”.

III. DETALLES DEL PERSONAJE.

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#* formulario aceptado.#* femenino.#* fc: sophie turner.#* reencarnación: hécate.#* usuario: ángel.

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