Jessica Lockhart [45/165] (Transgenre) (Niveau 2) mail warning

RP + Info:

Age:25(IC & OOC)
Height: 178cm
Weight: 62kg
Cock Size: A proud 9"
Body Composition: Slim and Athletic

Interested In: Longform RPs with highly literate and creative partners, and quickies with established RP partners. Open to IRL play/training to RP partners I have built trust with, or have a large interest for.

Not interested in: One liner RP.
RP with poor grammar, writing creativity etc.
People who DM "Hi" or a copy paste opening I've seen 100x before.

IRL Play: Putting into words what I like outside of a normal kink list is quite difficult, but I would say I definitely draw towards people with a "happy but evil" energy~? Like a mean person who takes glee in seeing me struggle for them, and someone with a clear vision of how they want to train me... Cruelty and creativity are also cherished, a Dom/me who isn't afraid to set a task I hate doing, then reply "Too bad, loser" when I complain will have my whole heart~ 💋

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On appearance alone, Jessica is a whimsical, fun loving innocent girl. A High Elf, born into nobility. At the age of 19, she inherited the council seat from her father, not by way of succession, but through fair competition, she was a young, outspoken intellectual, and the council were keen to have her inspire the youth.

Her ancestral homeland, Yandwnn, isn't the capitol, nor is it a trading hub. A humble but large elven society, hidden in the tall redwoods and sequoias of the forest. A hunter-gatherer society by all regards, the land around them teeming with life to be taken advantage of, and provide the elves with the high quality of life they desire...

Jess always aspired to be a hunter, and is regularly found in the forest, alone. On long walks with her signature white and gold leather overalls, with a crude bow she had hand crafted, in protest, furious with the local Hunter's Guild for shutting the door on her, even after flaunting her birthright... So she practises when the hunters are feasting, albeit poorly... Unlike academics, archery hasn't come easy for her, the dagger by her waist however, was sharp and as dangerous as the 15 years of self defence training made her... A resounding juxtaposition to her cute and innocent outward appearance... However, she's not allowed sunshine and rainbows...

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Behind the unassuming, cute face, lies a deeper darkness within Jess... Raised by a single father, after her mother was a victim of war, killed by a Demi-Human soldier whom she'd rejected when fighting in a united front against the Orc Invasion... Her father turned to drinking, and whilst he was never abusive, he became an absent father. Cold, emotionless, and consumed by hatred, it wasn't long before his aura corrupted Jessica, and by 16, she was already involved in anti-demi movements, successfully campaigning for the banning of Demi-Human tourists, now, 9 years later, she's sits on the council, spearheading the anti-demi movement into the elven youth. If it wasn't for her hatred being rewarded by her father with the affection she so badly craved from the void her mother left, perhaps this all would never have happened.

Unfortunately fate is cruel, and that fate turned her cruel too. Her rhetoric is dangerous, a pretty face with such charisma, laced with such vitriol deep down. She acts high and mighty too, seeing High Elves as the future, and is rather cold and spiteful to other species she encounters on her forest walks, having actively fired on Demi-Humans in the forest, whom only know heartbreak and betrayal, after fighting alongside the Elves proudly but now finding themselves shunned and shut out...

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Sexually, Jess is as you would expect... A preppy Noblewoman who gets what she wants... Yet she often leans more into her love for power than her own sexual appetite. She'd prefer to tie a poor unassuming man down, and ride him slowly until he's begging her to stop, than let him fuck her into a mess...

She's left many men bruised, whipped, edged senseless and even shown a few men what her own secret package could do... Yet deep down it was a facade, a faux domme through and through. Desperately craving the thought of a lower class citizen or another species knocking her off of her pedestal and violently reminding her that she's still a mortal deep down...

The constant courting of her father, trying to marry her off into an even greater family didn't help. Disappointment after disappointment... She'd found one guy she liked: Lyras, but alas he didn't account for much in regards to her needs, so she returned to the nightlife not long after...

A frequent club goer, known for her black latex outfits which turned heads in every room she passed through, scouting for her next tally mark of the night...

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Kinks:
Ballbusting
Blackmail
Bondage
Boots/Boot worship
Chastity
CNC
Cock Worship
Degrading
Denial
Edging
Feet/Foot Worship
Femdom
Humiliation
Muscles <3
Musk
Pegging
Size Difference
Sweat
Throatfucking