Post by nicole on Feb 1, 2010 19:56:27 GMT -5
Name of Character(s):
Risqué
Text:
Risqué
Quote: (whichever you feels goes with the picture better)
Mutilation is the Most Sincere Form of Flattery
Or
Scream for Me
Or
The Dead Can't Testify
Species:
Pegasus that shifts into a horse-sized black leopard
Age:
8
Gender:
Mare
Breed:
Arabian
Colour:
Bluish Black
Physical Appearance:
Has feline teeth, her eyes are different hues of blue, but for the most part are pale blue with black slits for pupils. Very very desirable. She has a long and full flowy mane and tail with some accents of blue streaks in it.
Personality:
Man eater (literal sense), Salacious, Deadly, She is very feline(movements), Unpredictable, The dark queen of Chaos, Everything about her draws you in, finds pleasure from pain, Predatory nature, badass.
Images or References:
This is one I made of her:
xpanikx.deviantart.com/art/Risque1-150786506
Image Ideas:
I am open for your interpretation of her, however, I would love some incorporation of her other form.
Example post with requested character:
I will give you a few:
Post to the Dark King before she made queen
Could you name one, excluding yourself that seems to have an issue with the Shaman? She knows that she treats those of the peace caste with respect and can even go as far as saying that one of them is her cherished friend. Yes the fiend is capable of friendship which is obviously not handed out like mere appetizers. Her friendship is more comparable to some rare dessert that not many get the opportunity to indulge in. She knows how to do her job and she knows how to do it well. Chaos would most certainly not choose someone who she thought that could not handle such a position, perhaps she was able to see what most could not when looking upon Risqué. But Risqué would find some sick and twisted pleasure by others being perplexed by her.
However, it is not an impossible task; you just need to know how to handle her. Know exactly how to approach her, interact with her and one can be sure to find that she is actually quite civil. It is like working with lions, you have to earn their trust and loyalty in order to be accepted in their mind. It takes time persistence and a certain demeanour. Giltine had been able to display this; it was as if there is some hidden understanding between them. However, that is between Giltine and Risqué, not Risqué and Balthazar. See Risqué is unsure what to make of the self proclaimed Dark One. She does not care for titles, ‘king’ or not, it is all about a respect to her. A respect like the one she gives is earned, not gained with rank. They had known each other before rank was even a question and then all of a sudden he seemed to change. He acted as if they were no longer equals and that she is but mere filth he can walk upon, perhaps even a hindrance to his rule.
But he could threaten her, strip her of her title and beat her until unconscious, but that would never make her gain respect of the shadow king… She is untameable, but not unapproachable. She is capable of friendships and even the dreaded relationships. Gasp, who would of though of the nightmare in your dreams is every capable of love or loyalty; nobody expected that shocker. That is not to say that he cannot earn her respect, but if they keep going down this path it might as well be hopeless.
It is like anything in life, if you work hard, you shall reap within the rewards. Risqué is by no means a trophy to be won and then be put up on the highest shelf to gather dust. No, she is something far more valuable than that, far more complex than most could fathom or handle. Risqué needed a special type of being that understood her, worked with her and not above her. It took a special kind of being, that many would believe that never exists. As far as Risqué is concerned, love and happiness are nothing but a myth. But one must walk in her footsteps to truly understand the intricacy of all that is Risqué.
As she feeds upon the dark king’s blood he passively asks for her to be gentle, but there was nothing gentle in what they were partaking in. There is no such thing as gentle in Risque’s horrible world; after all, she does not attract the most tender hearted of creatures. In her world, there is no such thing as a tender caress, a look of adoration, or unconditional trust. After all, you can only believe in what you know.
His deep chuckle feels like hot wax dripped upon her skin and it confirms just how much he actually wanted her to be gentle, perhaps he enjoyed it just as much as she did. Just as she knew they all did.
“Oh I am sorry, would you rather me say. ‘Oh Balthazar you are the best I’ve ever had?’” Her voice is still breathy from the feeding; still well aware of his warm blood within her stomach. She raises her piercing eyes to meet his, with a slight curiosity that she hadn’t known was there previously. She scrutinizes his face as she becomes fully amused by his words.
“Respect is not something I give away easily; one must earn it in order to receive it. But tell me Balthazar, what blessings do I have?” He is obviously telling her what she should do, so he must know her so well right? After all, assumptions make an ass out of you and… Well you.
“You perplex me.” She states almost happily, her eyes are void of emotion as she muses slightly on his cryptic remarks within her mind. “Define service.” She has learned not to jump the gun on others when they say something that could be misunderstood. This is why she asks him to elaborate, as it would be oh so horrible to do something she would later regret based on a minor miscommunication.
She ruminates contently at the thought of someone actually trying to break her. Oh that would be quite the entertainment, most definitely the sight to see- indeed. But she felt like playing and wanted a thrill. To be honest, she was not getting it anywhere else. The feral mare laughs a scolding laugh that if it were tangible it would corrode the skin right off your body with also making you well aware of lower parts of your body. “Sounds kinky, when do we leave? But let me tell you one more thing. Many have tried to ‘break me’ as you so sweetly put it. I do not believe you are akin with failure so I would not go making comments you cannot commit to… But I most certainly would love to see you try.” She loved it when they tried and in a way she sickly anticipates that one day someone will.
“You are not the only one who holds the throne Balthazar. But I do enjoy a good threat from time to time…” She bows her head, her eyes never leaving his handsome face, a slight smirk found its way upon her obsidian lips. Iconic sarcasm oozes from her lips-practically dripping- as she speaks each word “Your majesty…” She bats those long lashes salaciously, just eating every moment spent with him up.
----
Risqué is akin to ones biggest regret that you will never forget and yet still they would beg for more. One will forever have a lasting impression carved within their minds if they manage to get out alive. She has driven males to insanity for stallions have attempted to possess her, claim something that can never be obtained. Once they realise their futile efforts, they are desperate to have anything she offers to them, that is when she offers them nothing, only death if they ask/beg for it. Nevertheless, she loves to play cruel games with her food before she ravishes it, consumes them like she used to devour souls.
However, those days of souls consumption and luring prey of her fellow equine counterparts, are over (but not dead). She shall always indulge within a select few and she always has other hungers that she can satiate. It is still a sacrifice, one that had to be made; the creatures that dwelled here, despite how tasty they appeared were, are a valuable commodity to the Dark lands. Those she had learned to share residence with, she valued each one of them in their own unique way.
Predatory by nature her movements are inaudible to the naked ear, it as if her hooves are like the paws of her panther form. Absorbing the colliding clash when her hooves come in contact with the earth’s flesh. She could stalk prey without even being heard. Oh how she loved to sink her claws into flesh, slicing through it like sinking fingers into water. In leopard form, her claws can slice through bone like it is paper. The bluish-black feral mare is ominous enough in equine form, let alone in her horse-size panther shape. Risqué is the monster found in nightmares, or the creature parents told misbehaving foals to get them to heed their warnings about wandering too far from the herd.
Risqué prefers the refreshing confines of nights unnerving solitude, especially in the Dark lands when one does not know what to expect. However, what partially makes her so dangerous is that she does not limit herself to only hunting at night, merely to whatever she feels like at that specific moment.
The bestial mare actually laughs at his words, it erupts past her lips like shadowy hands reaching out for his throat preparing to suffocate. Yet it is pleasurably hot like melted wax dripping upon a naked body, the sensations that would give a being goose bumps and vibrating thrum throughout the bodies it caresses. "Oh my, a here to congratulate me?" Her iconic sarcasm drips from her words. "Does that mean you are my gift?" She pauses before the next words slip past her lips about his accusations of being Balthazar‘s toy. “I‘m sure he would love to think so. I am nobodies plaything, however, I let them think what they want for that shall be their greatest error.” A menacing smile curls upon her lips, those razor sharp teeth exposed to him nonchalantly like flashing leg to a familiar lover.
She finds a sick pleasure knowing his empty eyes refused to pry away from her vivacious eyes/body. It was obvious that everything about her calls out to him, from her alluring predatory scent all the way to her sultry appearance, a magnificently fascinating creature to behold.
Voraer, the valiant soul branches out to just barely touch her with the tips of his obsidian whiskers acting like groping hands exploring parts of her body. It was if he were investigating his limitations with her, but little did the obsidian stallion know that her limitations could be endless or spread thin like the hair of an eyelash. Voraer is toying with a hungry predator, which is unsure what she was hungry for exactly. It’s a very fine like, much like lust and impulse. His hot breath breathes on the sensitive spot on her neck, she scrutinizes his features while doing so. The sadistic angel hides her emotions so well with all her years of practice it is nearly impossible to even read her at all. Those piercing apathetic eyes stare into Voraer’s black husk eyes that slightly perplex her momentarily. How does one see through such shrivelled eyes? Curiosity killed the cat; she would not pry, at least not yet.
Her next words are hotter than what she said previously, more like acid that corrodes flesh slowly. It’s as though the more you try to free yourself from the pain the more you find yourself trapped like bug becoming entangled within a spider’s intricate web. Welcome Voraer to Risque‘s web, its her masochistic amusement park you have so brilliantly wandered into. It’s as unpredictable like the most severe weather; perhaps you will never leave at all, or if you able to will whatever sanity you have left still be intact? Not many have lived to tell the tale. Their close proximity, would make him feel her words roll upon his body like a vibration throughout his body. Silly Voraer, him being so close to her will only feel the effects of her that much more. “Yes, I would be Risqué, you are quite the observant one Voraer.” She speaks his name as if playing with each letter that rolled off her lips salaciously, enough to send bone chilling shivers down your spine. “Tell me what else your observations tell you..” Her words continue to coil around his neck, awaiting for the perfect moment to asphyxiate or caress. She is probing, not for compliments, but for more insight to this mystifying stallion that stood before her.
“Your presence is a near impossible one to ignore after that impressive show in Thendiel. It is no wonder I would seek you out..” She states almost blandly like it was obvious and natural to her that she would seek out the one who had pissed off Balthazar whole heartedly. Those calculating eyes scrutinize him carefully, him being so close it made it almost easy to taste his pulse upon her tongue, so close to taste him, take him. Your playing with fire dearest Voraer, we all the repercussions of that, but in case you haven’t figured. You get burned, or in this case become dessert.
----
This is where she shifts
www.boards2go.com/boards/board.cgi?action=read&id=1262971023&user=chaosdark
Comments:
She is queen of the Dark lands so I would love her picture to give off the feeling like you wouldn’t want to mess with her.
Signature?: If yes, please include the size you would like.
Yes please, the width the same as the image please and the height no bigger that 400. It is your call though.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to?
www.chaos-rpg.com
Specific Artist?:
Someone who is really good at capturing her dark/badass yet alluring demeanour
Thank you so much to whoever takes this. This site is brilliant!
P.S. If more than one of you want to make a picture that would be amazing.. Risque would love it and use them all! Okay, I am a nerd and will keep my mouth shut.
Risqué
Text:
Risqué
Quote: (whichever you feels goes with the picture better)
Mutilation is the Most Sincere Form of Flattery
Or
Scream for Me
Or
The Dead Can't Testify
Species:
Pegasus that shifts into a horse-sized black leopard
Age:
8
Gender:
Mare
Breed:
Arabian
Colour:
Bluish Black
Physical Appearance:
Has feline teeth, her eyes are different hues of blue, but for the most part are pale blue with black slits for pupils. Very very desirable. She has a long and full flowy mane and tail with some accents of blue streaks in it.
Personality:
Man eater (literal sense), Salacious, Deadly, She is very feline(movements), Unpredictable, The dark queen of Chaos, Everything about her draws you in, finds pleasure from pain, Predatory nature, badass.
Images or References:
This is one I made of her:
xpanikx.deviantart.com/art/Risque1-150786506
Image Ideas:
I am open for your interpretation of her, however, I would love some incorporation of her other form.
Example post with requested character:
I will give you a few:
Post to the Dark King before she made queen
Could you name one, excluding yourself that seems to have an issue with the Shaman? She knows that she treats those of the peace caste with respect and can even go as far as saying that one of them is her cherished friend. Yes the fiend is capable of friendship which is obviously not handed out like mere appetizers. Her friendship is more comparable to some rare dessert that not many get the opportunity to indulge in. She knows how to do her job and she knows how to do it well. Chaos would most certainly not choose someone who she thought that could not handle such a position, perhaps she was able to see what most could not when looking upon Risqué. But Risqué would find some sick and twisted pleasure by others being perplexed by her.
However, it is not an impossible task; you just need to know how to handle her. Know exactly how to approach her, interact with her and one can be sure to find that she is actually quite civil. It is like working with lions, you have to earn their trust and loyalty in order to be accepted in their mind. It takes time persistence and a certain demeanour. Giltine had been able to display this; it was as if there is some hidden understanding between them. However, that is between Giltine and Risqué, not Risqué and Balthazar. See Risqué is unsure what to make of the self proclaimed Dark One. She does not care for titles, ‘king’ or not, it is all about a respect to her. A respect like the one she gives is earned, not gained with rank. They had known each other before rank was even a question and then all of a sudden he seemed to change. He acted as if they were no longer equals and that she is but mere filth he can walk upon, perhaps even a hindrance to his rule.
But he could threaten her, strip her of her title and beat her until unconscious, but that would never make her gain respect of the shadow king… She is untameable, but not unapproachable. She is capable of friendships and even the dreaded relationships. Gasp, who would of though of the nightmare in your dreams is every capable of love or loyalty; nobody expected that shocker. That is not to say that he cannot earn her respect, but if they keep going down this path it might as well be hopeless.
It is like anything in life, if you work hard, you shall reap within the rewards. Risqué is by no means a trophy to be won and then be put up on the highest shelf to gather dust. No, she is something far more valuable than that, far more complex than most could fathom or handle. Risqué needed a special type of being that understood her, worked with her and not above her. It took a special kind of being, that many would believe that never exists. As far as Risqué is concerned, love and happiness are nothing but a myth. But one must walk in her footsteps to truly understand the intricacy of all that is Risqué.
As she feeds upon the dark king’s blood he passively asks for her to be gentle, but there was nothing gentle in what they were partaking in. There is no such thing as gentle in Risque’s horrible world; after all, she does not attract the most tender hearted of creatures. In her world, there is no such thing as a tender caress, a look of adoration, or unconditional trust. After all, you can only believe in what you know.
His deep chuckle feels like hot wax dripped upon her skin and it confirms just how much he actually wanted her to be gentle, perhaps he enjoyed it just as much as she did. Just as she knew they all did.
“Oh I am sorry, would you rather me say. ‘Oh Balthazar you are the best I’ve ever had?’” Her voice is still breathy from the feeding; still well aware of his warm blood within her stomach. She raises her piercing eyes to meet his, with a slight curiosity that she hadn’t known was there previously. She scrutinizes his face as she becomes fully amused by his words.
“Respect is not something I give away easily; one must earn it in order to receive it. But tell me Balthazar, what blessings do I have?” He is obviously telling her what she should do, so he must know her so well right? After all, assumptions make an ass out of you and… Well you.
“You perplex me.” She states almost happily, her eyes are void of emotion as she muses slightly on his cryptic remarks within her mind. “Define service.” She has learned not to jump the gun on others when they say something that could be misunderstood. This is why she asks him to elaborate, as it would be oh so horrible to do something she would later regret based on a minor miscommunication.
She ruminates contently at the thought of someone actually trying to break her. Oh that would be quite the entertainment, most definitely the sight to see- indeed. But she felt like playing and wanted a thrill. To be honest, she was not getting it anywhere else. The feral mare laughs a scolding laugh that if it were tangible it would corrode the skin right off your body with also making you well aware of lower parts of your body. “Sounds kinky, when do we leave? But let me tell you one more thing. Many have tried to ‘break me’ as you so sweetly put it. I do not believe you are akin with failure so I would not go making comments you cannot commit to… But I most certainly would love to see you try.” She loved it when they tried and in a way she sickly anticipates that one day someone will.
“You are not the only one who holds the throne Balthazar. But I do enjoy a good threat from time to time…” She bows her head, her eyes never leaving his handsome face, a slight smirk found its way upon her obsidian lips. Iconic sarcasm oozes from her lips-practically dripping- as she speaks each word “Your majesty…” She bats those long lashes salaciously, just eating every moment spent with him up.
----
Risqué is akin to ones biggest regret that you will never forget and yet still they would beg for more. One will forever have a lasting impression carved within their minds if they manage to get out alive. She has driven males to insanity for stallions have attempted to possess her, claim something that can never be obtained. Once they realise their futile efforts, they are desperate to have anything she offers to them, that is when she offers them nothing, only death if they ask/beg for it. Nevertheless, she loves to play cruel games with her food before she ravishes it, consumes them like she used to devour souls.
However, those days of souls consumption and luring prey of her fellow equine counterparts, are over (but not dead). She shall always indulge within a select few and she always has other hungers that she can satiate. It is still a sacrifice, one that had to be made; the creatures that dwelled here, despite how tasty they appeared were, are a valuable commodity to the Dark lands. Those she had learned to share residence with, she valued each one of them in their own unique way.
Predatory by nature her movements are inaudible to the naked ear, it as if her hooves are like the paws of her panther form. Absorbing the colliding clash when her hooves come in contact with the earth’s flesh. She could stalk prey without even being heard. Oh how she loved to sink her claws into flesh, slicing through it like sinking fingers into water. In leopard form, her claws can slice through bone like it is paper. The bluish-black feral mare is ominous enough in equine form, let alone in her horse-size panther shape. Risqué is the monster found in nightmares, or the creature parents told misbehaving foals to get them to heed their warnings about wandering too far from the herd.
Risqué prefers the refreshing confines of nights unnerving solitude, especially in the Dark lands when one does not know what to expect. However, what partially makes her so dangerous is that she does not limit herself to only hunting at night, merely to whatever she feels like at that specific moment.
The bestial mare actually laughs at his words, it erupts past her lips like shadowy hands reaching out for his throat preparing to suffocate. Yet it is pleasurably hot like melted wax dripping upon a naked body, the sensations that would give a being goose bumps and vibrating thrum throughout the bodies it caresses. "Oh my, a here to congratulate me?" Her iconic sarcasm drips from her words. "Does that mean you are my gift?" She pauses before the next words slip past her lips about his accusations of being Balthazar‘s toy. “I‘m sure he would love to think so. I am nobodies plaything, however, I let them think what they want for that shall be their greatest error.” A menacing smile curls upon her lips, those razor sharp teeth exposed to him nonchalantly like flashing leg to a familiar lover.
She finds a sick pleasure knowing his empty eyes refused to pry away from her vivacious eyes/body. It was obvious that everything about her calls out to him, from her alluring predatory scent all the way to her sultry appearance, a magnificently fascinating creature to behold.
Voraer, the valiant soul branches out to just barely touch her with the tips of his obsidian whiskers acting like groping hands exploring parts of her body. It was if he were investigating his limitations with her, but little did the obsidian stallion know that her limitations could be endless or spread thin like the hair of an eyelash. Voraer is toying with a hungry predator, which is unsure what she was hungry for exactly. It’s a very fine like, much like lust and impulse. His hot breath breathes on the sensitive spot on her neck, she scrutinizes his features while doing so. The sadistic angel hides her emotions so well with all her years of practice it is nearly impossible to even read her at all. Those piercing apathetic eyes stare into Voraer’s black husk eyes that slightly perplex her momentarily. How does one see through such shrivelled eyes? Curiosity killed the cat; she would not pry, at least not yet.
Her next words are hotter than what she said previously, more like acid that corrodes flesh slowly. It’s as though the more you try to free yourself from the pain the more you find yourself trapped like bug becoming entangled within a spider’s intricate web. Welcome Voraer to Risque‘s web, its her masochistic amusement park you have so brilliantly wandered into. It’s as unpredictable like the most severe weather; perhaps you will never leave at all, or if you able to will whatever sanity you have left still be intact? Not many have lived to tell the tale. Their close proximity, would make him feel her words roll upon his body like a vibration throughout his body. Silly Voraer, him being so close to her will only feel the effects of her that much more. “Yes, I would be Risqué, you are quite the observant one Voraer.” She speaks his name as if playing with each letter that rolled off her lips salaciously, enough to send bone chilling shivers down your spine. “Tell me what else your observations tell you..” Her words continue to coil around his neck, awaiting for the perfect moment to asphyxiate or caress. She is probing, not for compliments, but for more insight to this mystifying stallion that stood before her.
“Your presence is a near impossible one to ignore after that impressive show in Thendiel. It is no wonder I would seek you out..” She states almost blandly like it was obvious and natural to her that she would seek out the one who had pissed off Balthazar whole heartedly. Those calculating eyes scrutinize him carefully, him being so close it made it almost easy to taste his pulse upon her tongue, so close to taste him, take him. Your playing with fire dearest Voraer, we all the repercussions of that, but in case you haven’t figured. You get burned, or in this case become dessert.
----
This is where she shifts
www.boards2go.com/boards/board.cgi?action=read&id=1262971023&user=chaosdark
Comments:
She is queen of the Dark lands so I would love her picture to give off the feeling like you wouldn’t want to mess with her.
Signature?: If yes, please include the size you would like.
Yes please, the width the same as the image please and the height no bigger that 400. It is your call though.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to?
www.chaos-rpg.com
Specific Artist?:
Someone who is really good at capturing her dark/badass yet alluring demeanour
Thank you so much to whoever takes this. This site is brilliant!
P.S. If more than one of you want to make a picture that would be amazing.. Risque would love it and use them all! Okay, I am a nerd and will keep my mouth shut.
