avi and banner belong to Skal-Tel and were stolen with permission. Skal is also a good friend of mine IRL, and he introduced me to the game of Oblivion, where i fell in love w/ the Argonian race, hence the species.

Skal has recently been trying to teach me how to better my RPs above that of the boring and one-liners. i think he's done a good job, if Melissa and Vocoka's comments are anything to go off of. ^_^

im always willing to RP, so just give me a shout, er a whisper rather and i'll be happy to oblige. x3 i may ask you a few questions, just to get a good feel for what you like. ;3

im a bit shy around cute furs, but dont let that turn you off from me, i can be rather passionate once i get to know you. ^_^

i'll add more as i think about it and see about getting some sort of reference picture up. ;3

INTRODUCTION:

The door slowly opened, its dry hinges whining with the weight of the door that they supported. A lean muscular figured walked in, his large scaled hand closing the door quietly. His yellow eyes scanned the room and those who inhabited it while he wiped his feet off on the mat he stood upon. He wore little in the way of clothing, nothing more than a ragged pair of brown cargo shorts and a bloodstained white t-shirt that hugged against his form. He was a fairly built individual, being clearly defined, but not overly muscular. The low light coming from the lamps over the bar reflected off of his dirty rust orange scales. He slowly walked from the door, nodding to those that acknowledged his presence, offering them a friendly smile in return. A gentle "clack, clack, clack" was barely audible among the chaos as his toe claws made contact with the tile as he walked toward the bar. The bar keeper, a large silver wolf, turned up his head from the glass that he was cleaning, offering a smile to the lizard. "Can I get you anything?" he asked in his baritone voice. The lizard man shook his head, politely declining "No thank you, my friend, I aim to keep my wits about me tonight." he raised a hand, running it through the thick mat of spines that sprouted him his skull, taking a seat on one of the many bar stools that sat lined against the bar, eying the residents of the city that had come for food, fun, and pleasure.

BACKSTORY:

Hathei served in the Royal Argonian army for four years before he was accused of and wrongly convicted of a crime that he did not commit. he was tortured within inches of death many times over the course of three weeks before he finally managed to escaped. over the years he wandered the wilderness, surviving how he could and honing his combat skills along the way he learned how to use his own energy like magic, since he was born without a natural mana supply. eventually he was able to sneak into the cargo hold of a merchant ship, where he feed off cargo supply until they made landfall here.

once here he was able to acquire an old, run down building for free, which he fixed up and now teaches his fighting style from. he used to go to a different bar, which has since closed down. while looking for a new watering hole, he came across this place. after spending a few nights in the new bar he decided that he would call it home and now visits whenever he can.

SAMPLE RP:
(the following is from a recent RP that i had in the Adult RP room, and is merely here as a sample of what my RPing style is like. this was all one response to a post, and i almost hit post limit twice. ^_^)

*he was caught slightly off guard as she caught his maw in hers, a soft gasp betraying his surprise. he quickly settled into her affectionate kiss though, his tongue moving to coat hers with the blood that still covered it. a slight amount still coated the inside of his maw, and she wasted no time in lapping it up, so eager was she to taste herself in him. he enjoyed a long, deep kiss from her, her lust evident in her aggression. this was what he liked from his partner, participation. the fully submissive always seemed to bore him, but she seemed to know just how to please him, from her expert teasing before to performance in the act. he was slightly disappointed when her lips separated from his, but this was quickly replaced by excitement as she mentioned that she would soon cum again. this was what he had been working for. he could finally let himself go, which he did when he heard her squeak and felt her tunnel collapse around him, gently pulling on his member, once again begging for the drink that it so craved. This time he gave it to her, a mighty roar leaving his lips as he threw his head back to the sky. his toes gripped the couch, shredding it easily below him. his tail tightened around hers, curling at the same time. pushing hard down into her, his arms flew out to his sides to support his weight as he let loose inside of her, his thick, creamy seed spilling into her womb. his hips spasmed as he released wave after wave of his cum, his body shuddering with the power of his orgasm. he had yet to his his peak as he gave her smaller, shorter little thrusts to help stimulate his throbbing pipe. his wonderous feeling began to ebb slolwy away, but he refused to let it go before he finished. Out of a sort of desperation, he bit down into her neck, a breeding instinct of his species. this set loose the hormones in his system that would help him reach the end of his wonderful peak. he growled out from around his teeth as his peek hit, pushing down hard into her once more, seeking to fill her to the very brim of her capacity. Soon he seemed to succeed, as what did not fit inside her shot out around his pride, coating the fur that surrounded her crotch, as well as his own. finally he was allowed to relax as he had finally emptied, resting heavily upon his companion, his maw slipping limply from around her neck. his breathing was ragged and heavy, froth forming at the corners of his maw. this had indeed been the best time he had had with anyone to date, and he made a point to let her know when he was again able to speak.