[NOTES: Please heed the warnings in Five's journal. In addition, she is rather volatile in general and so please let me know if you would prefer for me to avoid any particular topics if you tag me! For the purposes of not wanting to get locked into a plotline like this early on, I'm going to be avoiding noncon for the TDM even though Five is, well. Five.
Thank you very much in advance for reading the warnings. | KINKS.] Lastly: age wise, Five is a bit strange — she was birthed as a sentient preteen from a flower blooming out of her eldest sister's cursed eye and was the last of the sisters to emerge, so she's the youngest. Like her sisters, she aged rapidly upon contact with the source of the eldritch horror that birthed them. Mentally and physically, she is somewhere in her late teens to early 20s. (I usually go with somewhere between 18-23).
She's bi/pan and ota (for characters 18 and up). But watch out! She tends to lean dominant unless the other person reminds her of one of her sisters. Or is one of her sisters. It's a whole thing and I'm sorry she's such a freak.]
I. - Arrival - the Vale (cw: possible dubcon, violence) a. the hunter [Verdant, lush vegetation. She can hear the fading notes of birdsong — the air is heavy, warm and thick, buzzing with life. Shadows are growing long, and gradually, the bioluminescent clusters of fungi begin to glow, lighting her way. A storm is coming in — the earth underfoot shudders uneasily at the rumble of thunder in the distance.
Five has been hunting her prey in this beautiful, alien place for some time. The game presented had sounded fun! Exciting! A distraction from the oddness of this, and the fuzzy memory of wrongness. Of gazing up into a blank, pale sky with her eyes frozen over, a song issuing from her throat that she did not remember but which frightened her. Of a white flower blooming in the center of the world, one she and her sisters had heralded the coming of.
This game is better than that murky, unsettling recollection — whether or not her chosen prey had wanted her to chase them or was actually trying to escape her clutches and find safety. Five is powerful, fast and resilient, despite her lack of cunning. She can hunt for hours. She can do a lot more than that for hours too. Wink, nod.]
Come out, come out, where~ever you are! [She calls out in mocking singsong, ignoring the twigs and branches cutting into her bare skin as she doggedly pursues her prey through dense foliage.] I'm gonna catch you sooner or later - why don't you come out and play with me? I promise you'll have fun!
[Worse than this is when she's quiet for long enough that it seems she's given up the chase, only to suddenly appear from behind, like some freaky, slutty horror monster.]
Found you!
[Perhaps this maniac can be reasoned with, or at the very least, deceived. Or maybe you'd prefer to see where the end of this hunt leads? Be warned though: she plays rough.]
b. the prey
[All that being said, she's not particularly bright and the traps really put her through it, especially when she's made to play the part of prey. So she ends up in a lot of comical situations: trapped in a mud pit, twisted up in a net, hanging upside down. The only thing is, she seems to enjoy getting caught as much as she enjoys the hunt, really playing up the fact that she's been had. When she gets caught in a trap, she says a lot of, uh, questionable things, her tone affected and exaggerated. It's very much a setup. For example:]
Ohhh nooo, I'm all twisted up in this awful net biting and bruising my tender skin. I'm so helpless...
[Or:]
I can't get out of this pit! Help, please help - I'm all dirty and sticky!
[And so on. Is she doing this on purpose? Only one way to find out.]
II. - Orgy a. finders keepers [Of course she's at the orgy. There's no way she's not at the orgy. After she's extricated herself from her initial foray into debauchery (with promises to return), she has indeed noticed that many of these very generous and fun people have left all of their belongings strewn about! Well, in Intoner logic that means they belong to Five, because everything not nailed down belongs to Five, so she starts grabbing whatever she can find that suits her personal preferences. Her personal preferences being "gold," "expensive looking," and "sheer."
She's wearing some of her spoils (where did she find a fucking...tiara??) and pocketing the others when she feels eyes on her and languidly turns. Are you judging her? Or impressed? Either way, she puts a finger to her lips and smiles. Shhh. Don't be a snitch, bro, and maybe she'll distract someone with her tits or something while you grab treasures of your own. She's generous like that. Let it never be said that the great Intoner Five, goddess among men, was not magnanimous!
Snitches and scolds are welcome as well of course. She'll be a little less friendly and a lot more annoying with those types, however. But she's always annoying, so.]
b. move over, bub
[Her tiara is made of some flimsy material (it's plastic costume jewelry)! Boo! She's keeping it anyway. It suits her, and she's adjusting it atop her head as she walks right into an occupied shower.
What? That's inappropriate? She doesn't care, and shimmies in right next to her companion, naked as the day she was born without a care in the world. She's a bit of a mess at this point, between the bruises, scratches, smudged lipstick up one of her thighs... is that a bite on her neck? Why is she covered in mud? And scratches? What the hell?]
Ahh~π finally! This is perfect to unwind after the wonderful time I've had - oh, pass the soap, would you? Don't be stingy.
III. - Love Dove [The only thing Five loves more than excessive violence, fucking, and her sisters, is the glory of capitalistic and empty spending on discounted goods and services. This place rocks so hard. It had to have been made for her, right? She's at least dressed at this point, and is still wearing her tiara. She's like a kid on Christmas — wreaking havoc by grabbing what she wants from racks and shelves and leaving the rest strewn about, ooohing and ahhhing at the variety of sex toys — at one point she can be found testing out the vibration of a dildo here, or climbing into a sex swing there, or testing a whip on an eager volunteer... she's so happy! This place was a dream! She looks radiant, even — the picture of godly innocence despite how she's anything but.
Eventually she gathers all her spoils and finds a dressing room to try them out in, but:]
Oh? What's this? Is someone watching me? Naughty, naughty. [She seems more amused than aghast at this development, and if someone is watching, or she gets a surprise poking through one of the holes, then she decides to take full advantage of it.]
[ooc: obligatory anonymous sex/peeping tom prompt, but I'm also happy to stage this at night if you'd prefer to involve the lonely sex toys prompt!]
IV. - Dirty Dice [Unfortunately (fortunately?), being partnered with Five means she's going to go all in on this, even the most ridiculous combinations of this game. Does this mean she won't try to cheat? Of course not. She's definitely trying to cheat and get an actual sexy prompt, but it's not working for her. So far it's been "lick knee," "sniff knee," and by the third time she's blowing on the dice like some kind of gambling addict because if she gets another knee prompt she's going to flip.]
C'mon, c'moooon, be a good set of dice and give us something fun to do! Ooo — lick... neck! [Her eyes light up.] Now that's promising... [She's already advancing, a wicked twinkle in her eye.] Shall you go first, or should I?
V. - Wildcard [Choose your adventure! Some things she'll be doing for anyone who wants to wildcard/handwaved cr: any group bathing/showering, the orgy definitely, trying to get a sugar daddy/sugar mommy, eating a ton not knowing (or caring) that they're aphrodisiacs, definitely fucking those sentient sex toys, chasing poinsettias for gold rings and failing, trying to steal your funny shirt and other novelties you received from this magical and wonderful land she's come across. I'm serious about the shirts btw I really want her to have a couple :(
five | drakengard 3 | ota
Thank you very much in advance for reading the warnings. | KINKS.] Lastly: age wise, Five is a bit strange — she was birthed as a sentient preteen from a flower blooming out of her eldest sister's cursed eye and was the last of the sisters to emerge, so she's the youngest. Like her sisters, she aged rapidly upon contact with the source of the eldritch horror that birthed them. Mentally and physically, she is somewhere in her late teens to early 20s. (I usually go with somewhere between 18-23).
She's bi/pan and ota (for characters 18 and up). But watch out! She tends to lean dominant unless the other person reminds her of one of her sisters. Or is one of her sisters. It's a whole thing and I'm sorry she's such a freak.]
I. - Arrival - the Vale (cw: possible dubcon, violence)
a. the hunter
[Verdant, lush vegetation. She can hear the fading notes of birdsong — the air is heavy, warm and thick, buzzing with life. Shadows are growing long, and gradually, the bioluminescent clusters of fungi begin to glow, lighting her way. A storm is coming in — the earth underfoot shudders uneasily at the rumble of thunder in the distance.
Five has been hunting her prey in this beautiful, alien place for some time. The game presented had sounded fun! Exciting! A distraction from the oddness of this, and the fuzzy memory of wrongness. Of gazing up into a blank, pale sky with her eyes frozen over, a song issuing from her throat that she did not remember but which frightened her. Of a white flower blooming in the center of the world, one she and her sisters had heralded the coming of.
This game is better than that murky, unsettling recollection — whether or not her chosen prey had wanted her to chase them or was actually trying to escape her clutches and find safety. Five is powerful, fast and resilient, despite her lack of cunning. She can hunt for hours. She can do a lot more than that for hours too. Wink, nod.]
Come out, come out, where~ever you are! [She calls out in mocking singsong, ignoring the twigs and branches cutting into her bare skin as she doggedly pursues her prey through dense foliage.] I'm gonna catch you sooner or later - why don't you come out and play with me? I promise you'll have fun!
[Worse than this is when she's quiet for long enough that it seems she's given up the chase, only to suddenly appear from behind, like some freaky, slutty horror monster.]
Found you!
[Perhaps this maniac can be reasoned with, or at the very least, deceived. Or maybe you'd prefer to see where the end of this hunt leads? Be warned though: she plays rough.]
b. the prey
[All that being said, she's not particularly bright and the traps really put her through it, especially when she's made to play the part of prey. So she ends up in a lot of comical situations: trapped in a mud pit, twisted up in a net, hanging upside down. The only thing is, she seems to enjoy getting caught as much as she enjoys the hunt, really playing up the fact that she's been had. When she gets caught in a trap, she says a lot of, uh, questionable things, her tone affected and exaggerated. It's very much a setup. For example:]
Ohhh nooo, I'm all twisted up in this awful net biting and bruising my tender skin. I'm so helpless...
[Or:]
I can't get out of this pit! Help, please help - I'm all dirty and sticky!
[And so on. Is she doing this on purpose? Only one way to find out.]
II. - Orgy
a. finders keepers
[Of course she's at the orgy. There's no way she's not at the orgy. After she's extricated herself from her initial foray into debauchery (with promises to return), she has indeed noticed that many of these very generous and fun people have left all of their belongings strewn about! Well, in Intoner logic that means they belong to Five, because everything not nailed down belongs to Five, so she starts grabbing whatever she can find that suits her personal preferences. Her personal preferences being "gold," "expensive looking," and "sheer."
She's wearing some of her spoils (where did she find a fucking...tiara??) and pocketing the others when she feels eyes on her and languidly turns. Are you judging her? Or impressed? Either way, she puts a finger to her lips and smiles. Shhh. Don't be a snitch, bro, and maybe she'll distract someone with her tits or something while you grab treasures of your own. She's generous like that. Let it never be said that the great Intoner Five, goddess among men, was not magnanimous!
Snitches and scolds are welcome as well of course. She'll be a little less friendly and a lot more annoying with those types, however. But she's always annoying, so.]
b. move over, bub
[Her tiara is made of some flimsy material (it's plastic costume jewelry)! Boo! She's keeping it anyway. It suits her, and she's adjusting it atop her head as she walks right into an occupied shower.
What? That's inappropriate? She doesn't care, and shimmies in right next to her companion, naked as the day she was born without a care in the world. She's a bit of a mess at this point, between the bruises, scratches, smudged lipstick up one of her thighs... is that a bite on her neck? Why is she covered in mud? And scratches? What the hell?]
Ahh~π finally! This is perfect to unwind after the wonderful time I've had - oh, pass the soap, would you? Don't be stingy.
III. - Love Dove
[The only thing Five loves more than excessive violence, fucking, and her sisters, is the glory of capitalistic and empty spending on discounted goods and services. This place rocks so hard. It had to have been made for her, right? She's at least dressed at this point, and is still wearing her tiara. She's like a kid on Christmas — wreaking havoc by grabbing what she wants from racks and shelves and leaving the rest strewn about, ooohing and ahhhing at the variety of sex toys — at one point she can be found testing out the vibration of a dildo here, or climbing into a sex swing there, or testing a whip on an eager volunteer... she's so happy! This place was a dream! She looks radiant, even — the picture of godly innocence despite how she's anything but.
Eventually she gathers all her spoils and finds a dressing room to try them out in, but:]
Oh? What's this? Is someone watching me? Naughty, naughty. [She seems more amused than aghast at this development, and if someone is watching, or she gets a surprise poking through one of the holes, then she decides to take full advantage of it.]
[ooc: obligatory anonymous sex/peeping tom prompt, but I'm also happy to stage this at night if you'd prefer to involve the lonely sex toys prompt!]
IV. - Dirty Dice
[Unfortunately (fortunately?), being partnered with Five means she's going to go all in on this, even the most ridiculous combinations of this game. Does this mean she won't try to cheat? Of course not. She's definitely trying to cheat and get an actual sexy prompt, but it's not working for her. So far it's been "lick knee," "sniff knee," and by the third time she's blowing on the dice like some kind of gambling addict because if she gets another knee prompt she's going to flip.]
C'mon, c'moooon, be a good set of dice and give us something fun to do! Ooo — lick... neck! [Her eyes light up.] Now that's promising... [She's already advancing, a wicked twinkle in her eye.] Shall you go first, or should I?
V. - Wildcard
[Choose your adventure! Some things she'll be doing for anyone who wants to wildcard/handwaved cr: any group bathing/showering, the orgy definitely, trying to get a sugar daddy/sugar mommy, eating a ton not knowing (or caring) that they're aphrodisiacs, definitely fucking those sentient sex toys, chasing poinsettias for gold rings and failing, trying to steal your funny shirt and other novelties you received from this magical and wonderful land she's come across. I'm serious about the shirts btw I really want her to have a couple :(
I'm happy to write a custom starter as well!]