ryle (Nivel 7) mail warning

back story

Rayle was born to a quiet village nestled among golden sands, a child of simplicity and warmth. His father, a respected guardian, and his mother, a quiet wielder of magic, raised him in peace, far from the noise of war or glory.

The village thrived in its stillness, known to few and remembered by fewer. But beneath its tranquil surface, a dangerous secret lay buried—an artifact of immense power, guarded by Rayle’s bloodline for generations.

That peace shattered in an instant.

The sky cracked with unnatural noise as monstrous creatures descended upon the village with terrifying speed. Chaos erupted—homes turned to ash, lives ended in moments. The creatures weren't aimless; they searched, hunted, driven by a purpose no villager could understand.

In the carnage, Rayle's father vanished, and the village fell to ruin.

Then came the riders—cloaked warriors born of arcane fire and steel. They carved through the invaders with ruthless efficiency, but it was too late. The artifact was gone. The village was lost. The war had already been decided.

Only one survivor remained—Rayle.

Among the smoldering ruins, they found him—alone, marked by strange magic, his soul carrying echoes of a power that should never have been touched. Recognizing the traces of the artifact within him, the riders took him. Not out of mercy—but out of necessity.

He was brought to a hidden order, sworn to study and contain the dangerous magic his blood now carried. There, he was trained, shaped, and studied. Years passed in shadow. Rayle became something new—not just a child of ruin, but a weapon forged by it.

But even the deepest training could not silence the questions. The order's truth wavered in his mind, its motives unclear. Whispers of control, secrets buried under vows. In time, doubt became certainty. Rayle was no servant. He was no relic.

He vanished into the night, shedding the last of the chains that had bound him. Whatever he had become—be it heir, vessel, or something far worse—he would find the answers on his own.

personality

Quiet, intense, and observant. Rayle trusts few and speaks less, carrying the weight of survival and secrets. He’s driven by curiosity and vengeance in equal measure, with a deep hunger to understand the power within him.

Though hardened by loss, a part of him still hopes there's something worth saving—either in the world or in himself.

appearance

Rayle stands at around 6 feet tall with a lean, well-defined build. His long, tousled black hair and sharp features give him a striking, almost wild look.

A faint, arcane glint lingers in his eyes—more magic than menace. He tends to dress in dark, simple clothes, blending in easily when he wants to, but his presence always draws attention.

abilities

Whispers of Touch – With a brush of his fingers or a glance that lingers, Rayle can plant psychic suggestions—desire, curiosity, submission. The effects linger like a dream, making his victims crave his presence long after he’s gone.

Psyche Leech – He feeds not on blood, but on emotion and attention. The more someone obsesses over him, the stronger he becomes. When touched, he can draw from those feelings directly, draining tension and leaving people dazed, even euphoric.

Craving Link – Through prolonged eye contact or skin contact, Rayle can form a temporary psychic bond. His partner feels what he feels, wants what he wants—and the connection grows addictive, sometimes even painful to sever.

Veil of Temptation – His aura disrupts thought patterns and lowers inhibition. In combat or conversation, it causes hesitation, confusion, or deep longing. The stronger the will, the deeper the fall when it breaks.

Waking Delirium – His presence can invade dreams and memories, twisting them just slightly. Someone might remember a stranger’s touch and swear it was Rayle. Others dream of him nightly, unsure if the intimacy was real or imagined.

Synaptic Shatter – At his most dangerous, Rayle can overload the minds of those fixated on him—turning longing into pain, pleasure into paralysis. Victims fall to their knees, overwhelmed by the storm he triggers in their own minds.

Aberrant Hunger – Rayle needs connection—emotional, mental, even sensual—to maintain his power. When isolated or forgotten, he weakens. But with attention, obsession, or desire, he thrives.

Holy wards, emotion-numbing magic, or deep, genuine disinterest can weaken his influence. But few resist him for long—because Rayle doesn’t just take control. He makes you want him to.

limits:

Vore and Consumption, Gore and Extreme Violence, Physical Harm, No Consent and Boundaries, Psychological Manipulation, No Forced Dark Actions, Themes of Redemption, No Respect for Others' Comfort (IRL).

Rayle's safe word is "please stop" — all times he really feels bad he will say it. It's a sign to STOP.

Rayle tends to be a dominant top. He likes all genders and just wants to make everyone feel safe and have a great time. Rayle can obey too if someone wants to have fun. If you want to stop, just tell Rayle.

favorite kinks:

Rayle is happy to help with any kinks, but his absolute favorites are:

Anal for man (sometimes).

Pet play.

Cum play.

Breeding.

Threesome (if both agree).

Hypnosis.

Putting collars on people.

Likes to dominate.

If you wanna ask about a kink, just ask. Rayle is happy to help with whatever horny needs you have.

SO YEAH THAT’S THE END. IF YOU WANT TO JUST DM ME OR HMU ON DISCORD (SPOKY333) I’M OPEN FOR MATCHES (I’M A NOOB).