RE: The Grand OC SII: The Re-OCening: Week 18: PARTY!
03-28-2017, 07:02 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-28-2017, 07:32 AM by Pharmacy.)
Name: Mavrodaphne
Species: Raving One
Gender: Female
Color: Girls just want to have fun.
Description: Mavrodaphne is enormous. She isn’t actually large but she is barely held back by the barest limitations of the average human height, like how her muscles are barely held back by the fawnskin and ivy excuse for modesty. She has prominent horns and is prominently hairy, with hair so thick in places that you can see leopard spots on it. Mavrodaphne radiates an aura of seeming invincibility and never seems to be without a cocksure grin on her face. Despite her intimidating nature, she is quite amicable and if for some coincidentally bizarre reason you are in the same gym as her, she’ll tell you how to diet and exercise properly. Basically, she’s fun at parties if it weren’t for, you know, the barbarian rage and cannibalism thing.
Weapons/Abilities: Mavrodaphne can fall into a mindless battle rage, enhancing her already substantial strength to ridiculous proportions. She can do it just fine while being straight-edge but what proportion is dependent on how intoxicated and in ecstatic frenzy she is. Like doing a kegstand? Leveling a small town ridiculous. Draining every beer factory dry? Potentially god-killing ridiculous.
She also has a weird pinecone wand and snakes, a lot of snakes. She is like a muscular hairy equivalent of a cat lady, but for snakes. They are her babies. Interacting with them is a great way to get on her good (or bad) side, depending on what you do.
Biography: Mavrodaphne was born in the Days Of Yore, into the Cult of the Twice-Born. There she learned the liminal mysteries – the mysterious boundary between gods and men, between life and death – and other miscellaneous skills, like snake-handling and wine-tasting. She was doing fine, steadily rising to the point she was getting referrals for Head Priestess until the Cult was attacked by an organized raid of the Twelve, the official religion of the state. In an effort to save Mavrodaphne, the Head Priestess flung her into liminal space, between now and then, between existence and non-existence. After an agonizingly long period of unthinking non-existence, Mavrodaphne found herself in the Days Of Now.
[Round 1: …
Species: Raving One
Gender: Female
Color: Girls just want to have fun.
Description: Mavrodaphne is enormous. She isn’t actually large but she is barely held back by the barest limitations of the average human height, like how her muscles are barely held back by the fawnskin and ivy excuse for modesty. She has prominent horns and is prominently hairy, with hair so thick in places that you can see leopard spots on it. Mavrodaphne radiates an aura of seeming invincibility and never seems to be without a cocksure grin on her face. Despite her intimidating nature, she is quite amicable and if for some coincidentally bizarre reason you are in the same gym as her, she’ll tell you how to diet and exercise properly. Basically, she’s fun at parties if it weren’t for, you know, the barbarian rage and cannibalism thing.
Weapons/Abilities: Mavrodaphne can fall into a mindless battle rage, enhancing her already substantial strength to ridiculous proportions. She can do it just fine while being straight-edge but what proportion is dependent on how intoxicated and in ecstatic frenzy she is. Like doing a kegstand? Leveling a small town ridiculous. Draining every beer factory dry? Potentially god-killing ridiculous.
She also has a weird pinecone wand and snakes, a lot of snakes. She is like a muscular hairy equivalent of a cat lady, but for snakes. They are her babies. Interacting with them is a great way to get on her good (or bad) side, depending on what you do.
Biography: Mavrodaphne was born in the Days Of Yore, into the Cult of the Twice-Born. There she learned the liminal mysteries – the mysterious boundary between gods and men, between life and death – and other miscellaneous skills, like snake-handling and wine-tasting. She was doing fine, steadily rising to the point she was getting referrals for Head Priestess until the Cult was attacked by an organized raid of the Twelve, the official religion of the state. In an effort to save Mavrodaphne, the Head Priestess flung her into liminal space, between now and then, between existence and non-existence. After an agonizingly long period of unthinking non-existence, Mavrodaphne found herself in the Days Of Now.
[Round 1: …