Laertes Lumin (Nivel 1) mail warning

Age: 21

Species: Human

Sexuality: Pansexual

Body Type: Lithe

Profession: Being trapped as a soul for two and a half years.

Kinks: Mindbreak, gags, exhibitionism, milking, obedience, spanking, crossdressing, begging, light tickling, teasing, bad end, tentacles, bondage, flirting and smooth talkers.

Limits: Watersports, scat, snuff, gore, hard vore, latex

Personality: Laertes is a switch. He won’t ever admit it though, he’s perfectly adamant that he’s just another frail boy who enjoys being controlled. And then he starts talking. His voice isn’t necessarily imposing. But it’s coercive in nature. The complete opposite of his sister, Laertes folds when physically pressured and unable to talk his way out of a situation. But when he gets in your head it just might be you who ends up- Oh wait. He just told you to take control anyway! Sounds like him. Still though, there are times when he surprises his peers.

Background: Laertes was born into a long line of public speakers. Of the two children he was the one blessed with that talent. He was one of them. People who when everyone else pissed themself in-front of a crowd could stand up and give a speech while sleeping. But with masters of the voice coming before him, Laertes had a lot to live up to. And so instead of perfecting his choice of words, he perfected his delivery. After all, he certainly had the bravery to stand up already, such bravery was already necessary to dress as he did so openly. Anyway, he perfected it in such a way that some would call it a power. When he speaks with a clear mind, and unobstructed verbiage, people bend to his command like muffin batter. Sometimes even the strongest of wills tend to fail. The only issue aside from the previous prerequisites being that the longer and more elaborate the command, the harder it is to enforce. Otherwise his words ring out through his listener’s whole bodies. And every single cell is (literally) compelled to obey. (Whoever said femboys couldn’t dom, lied.) Now free from his prison he leaves with a talent he did not enter with. One retained from a shard of his conceptual captor. The ability to assert his ambition over others. A power that weaves into his words like magic. (Think Inumaki without having to manage every word.)

All this in mind, Laertes is ready to be taken by storm! What, you thought I was gonna say take the world by storm? Here’s what he has to say to that.

“Storm my castle!~”