About My Persona

My name tends to invite assumptions. You would be wise not to rely on them.

I take pride in composure. I speak carefully, dress deliberately, and prefer situations where I understand the rules before stepping into them. In a fight, I am controlled rather than aggressive—economical with movement, patient, observant. I do not rush to overpower someone, and I am rarely careless enough to be taken without effort. Yet even in control, subtle details have a way of commanding attention. A shimmer of fabric along the shoulder, a glint of satin catching the light, a curve highlighted where I least expect it—all insist on being noticed.

People tend to assume I like to be in control. I do not correct them.
People also mistake polish for fragility—or my name for an invitation. Both impressions have a way of correcting themselves once things turn physical. Occasionally, small accents—cuffs resting just so, the delicate rise of a nape, or the playful tip of an ear—interrupt expectation enough to make a measured step pause.

I’ve always been attentive to clothing—not just quality, but effect. How fabric shapes movement, draws attention, or reshapes posture. Certain shades, soft and impossibly bright, can subtly destabilize awareness. A pink-tinged shine along the central line of a garment seems harmless at first, yet it nudges focus where I did not intend. Adjustments—straps coaxed, edges smoothed, tiny seams shifted—demand attention that cannot always be ignored.

I resist instinctively. That part is genuine. Yet resistance is not always forward motion. Sometimes it merely marks where my composure stretches, accommodating elements I did not choose but cannot dismiss: the playful arch of shoulders, the teasing alignment of cuffs, a hint of tail in motion. Even a whisper of color, a satin sheen just visible under the light, draws my gaze against my will.

I enjoy tension—the slow burn of a confrontation, the way momentum shifts through pressure rather than spectacle. Words matter. Names matter. So do presentation and posture. Occasionally, the arrangement of clothing—gloss, curve, shine—becomes its own kind of influence, one that redirects instinct without violence.

Control is a familiar, practiced role for me. I do not lose it often. The few times I have lost it and come undone were because my opponent figured out my weakness and were able to occasionally control my actions at turning points in the fights. One even figured out the critical aspect of my weakness, leaving me completely at her mercy for several turns. That was a fight to remember.

Kinks I like (In no particular order)

• Anal
• Bondage
• Domination
• Forced cross-dressing
• Gender transformation (for here, not IRL)
• Hypnosis
• Light humiliation
• Light pain

Limits

• Blood
• Watersports
• Scat Play
• Anything IRL that could damage someone's reputation

I am not normally a betting man, but on here I think it may be fun. Suggest a bet and I will let you know, I may even be open to certain IRL bets so long as they are not public.

I am new to both EF and RP in general, but am eager to learn both. Oh, and I do have a weakness and a critical point to that weakness. I am not going to spill it outright, but there may be clues given. If my weakness is exposed during a fight, my opponent gets to select my next action 2 times during the fight. If they are also able to expose the critical aspect of my weakness, I have to skip my next three turns on top of letting them choose my next action 2 times. I will warn you that my weakness is specific and the critical aspect of it is even more specific. Good luck 😉