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“Domitian Sinfonia”

Tl;dr
A noble bereft of family and home with the means and cause to war.

Pure Xadera with Absolute Conquest
Male
Lawful Neutral
Face: Androgynous
Height: Amazonian
Bust: Flat
Butt: Androgynous
Hips and Thighs: Androgynous
Fitness: Fit
Skin Tone: Ghostly
Hair Color: White
Eyes: Blue, Unusual
Age (apparent): 22
->Were there ever a man to be described as beautiful, it is he. Ghostly pale, delicate and ephemeral down to his features, he is neither strongly masculine or strongly feminine, but attracts the eyes of either ***. His eyes—softly luminescing—carry a hidden depth, as if there is knowledge that must be kept hidden deep within. That is to say nothing of his body: flesh and form! Exquisitely sculpted is his marble flesh, not muscled to excess or vulgarly sinewed. For who carries the vigor of youth alongside the wise, measured steps of a sage but Domitian?

**** My Shit Up:
Buckets of Cum
Enhanced Fluids Production
Love Nectar
Mana Tanks
//
Race Modifications:
Arithmomania
Caustic Blood
Blood Overdrive
Big Boi 
Huge Boi
//
Under the Table:
Biggus Dickus
Flavour Town
P*rn Physics
Contortionist
Fertility Toggle
Fertility Slider

Spawn Point: Born in the belly of a labyrinth; for he was the result of conception in the pursuit of secrets, ‘neath Procel’s watchful eye did water break.
Player Count: 10k
Afterlife: Procel, Arbiter of Secrets
Respawn Timer: 1 year
//
Death/Deity Modifiers:
Chosen
Forget Me Not
Reincarnation
Judgement

Proficiencies:
Strategy IV
Combat III
Strength III
Endurance III
Durability III
Agility III
Arcane IV
Spatial Manipulation V
Smithing I
Beast Mastery I
->”To put simply—no, perchance not. As even were I to fail in this, then I have done all by the means available to me. Domitian is possessed of a trained body and brilliant mind, following both the path of warrior and magician. However, these are but simple portions of a whole; Domitian is not a simple warrior as much as he is one who understands a warrior, and likewise with his magical talents. It is this understanding of the fundamental units and aspects of warfighting that allows Domitian to exist as he truly is: a cunning general, brilliant and magnanimous.” Excerpt from ‘Meditations on the Brioso Conflict’

Banes:
Just Passin’ Through
Resting Smug Face
Indestructible Ahoge
No Metagaming
Mushi 
Sleigh Beggy
Chuuni Deluxe
Sexual Harassment
Don’t Touch Me
Dankest Dungeons
Exhibitionist
Femininity
Masculinity
Bizarre Demeanour
Ahegao
Lamia Curse
Calamity Magnet
Beast Bait
Mark of Failure
High Threat
Reverse Summoning
Lost
Off With a Bang
Hephaestus’ Curse
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Boons:
Permanence
Hammerspace Inventory
Aura’s Veil
Unbreakable Mind
Unbreakable WIll
Convenient Backstory
Auxiliary Systems
Bio-Immortal
Regeneration
Hero x 3
Demon Lord
Warm Welcome Popular
Man Portions
Lucky
Style is Everything
Max Charisma
Ooga Booga
Transmog 
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Items:
Dungeon Dowser
A Home
A Manor
Service
Servant 
Soulbound
Knowledge (Frankel, The Geometry of Physics)
Points Gained: 600
Points Spent: 599

SERVANT:
“Aspera Montansknecht”
Tenshi/Mazoku Hybrid
Futanari
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Face: Girly
Height: Normal
Bust: Flat
Butt: Feminine
Hips and Thighs: Feminine
Fitness: Fit
Skin Tone: Fair
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Violet

**** My Shit Up:
Everhard
Everwet
Localized Regen
Milky
Buckets of Cum
Enhanced Fluid Production
Smol Peen
Eggnancy
Eggz
Clutch
Scrambled
Mana Tanks
Love Nectar
//
Global Race Modifications
Monster Mash
Ubermensch
Caustic Blood
Demon Core
Wings
Seraph x 2
//
Under the Table:
Perfect *****
Contortionist
P*rn Physics
Back Support
Prized Hen
Fertility Toggle
Divine Pregnancy

Proficiencies:
Combat III
Strength II
Endurance II
Durability III
Agility III
Arcane I
Light Magic IV

Banes:
Resting Smug Face
Mushi
Sleigh Beggy
Chuuni Deluxe
Dere Dere
Ahegao
Semen Demon
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Boons: 
Unbreakable Mind
Unbreakable Will
Auxiliary Systems
Bio-Immortal
Regeneration
Hero
Ooga Booga
Lucky

Points Gained: 360
Points Used: 360

I was born to a disgraced son of the House Sinfonia and an unknown mother in the year numbering 763, under an uncertain star. The place of my cradle, where I was first swaddled and held to bosom, was the grave of untold numbers of man and monster. Over me, in the vast cavern, was the watchful eye of Procel, and from beneath his gaze did my parents depart, my coming into the world signalling an end for the expedition. For what length of time, for what reason would that labyrinthine hole serve as my birthplace, and to what they sought in its depths, I will never know. 
The sun, for me, marked both the first tragedy and the first hope. It was all the world I had not known from the depths of my birth, and that first moment of the greater world took my parents and their companions, leaving me alone. For with the surface came a great beast, a titan carrying forth calamity. My parents, and all who witnessed my birth, perished in the Titanomachy. My survival, and the subsequent adoption of my person by the main family, are matters I cannot discuss due to my lack of memory. 
From thereon, I was passed off to another branch of the house, adopted as the heir of my childless second uncle, and raised in the ways of House Sinfonia. Merchants, as we were, and bankers, as we became, the importance of arithmetic was ingrained well into me, alongside the matters of natural philosophy and business. My uncle and aunt, who I came to know as mother and father, obtained for me a servant from the main family, a collared mongrel tenshi from the mountains of Aria, sold off by her outcast parents to pay an impossible debt. By the virtue name Aspera, a descendant of a castout of Lahash; she was no older than I, perhaps a bit younger. She would be my primary playmate from that age, and while she was not as bookish as I, her own talents were found in time. 
At the age of eleven, I was sent out to participate in military service by request of the patriarch of the House. Underneath my grandfather, Lord Sinfonia the heir apparent, I was engaged into military matters: rigorous physical development, combat training, and strategic exercise. While I was successful in said endeavours, it seemed that it came with its own share of troubles. The manner of my dress, once prim and proper, had developed into something approaching indecent; for whatever reason, it seemed I was almost compelled to dress lightly, covering little skin. Accompanying that was the odd behavior of animals in my vicinity, but that was waved off as simply being a manner of charisma. 
At the age fifteen, when I had returned from a short campaign bordering Adagio, I was recalled to the family estate. The patriarch, ill with unknown sickness, provided his dying mandate: go to Aria, and return his ashes to the one he once loved. The burden of the journey was pushed onto me, and I was provided tuition to attend one of the academies while I sought out my great-grandfather’s lover.
I set to sea in the winter of 778, and arrived with only minor accostments to Hebinier, where I was treated to the local hospitality. This would become something of a habit; a yearly expedition I would make to refresh myself of the ills and curses gathered upon me from the long year. Upon setting out once more, I arrived in Aria on the first day of 779, and there I would spend three years of intense study. Despite the odd proclivities of some of the professors, or students who simply aspired to such positions, I progressed rapidly in my chosen fields of the Arcane and Spatial Manipulation. I possessed no small talent for both; the ebb and flow of the magic itself, of the nature of space and the functions of manifolds—it came as second nature. With that, I came into miraculous possession of a book regarding the complexities of space and time, their combination and the allowable manipulations into differentiable manifolds and topologies. My learning accelerated further, and my abilities grew beyond what I first thought possible out of anything of myth and legend. 
In the second year of my studies, I located my great-grandfather’s long lost lover—a tenshi serving Onoskelis. With his dying wish fulfilled, I finished my studies and left Aria in the spring of 783. 
What I returned to was my House annihilated, the relatives that raised me hunted down and purged by the royal family. The burnt out shell of the once illustrious manor took with it each trace of the life I lived there. And perhaps by some nature I was unaware of, or simply in that instant realized, I became a monster. 
Rain pelted my back. Marble skin distorted and my flesh grew. Twice the size, five times the size, ten times the size, twenty times the size. A hulking behemoth—but my mind was not so frail. I separated my body into its true mass, a horrible tumor of flesh, bone, and viscera, and a terminal body, the body with which I learned to live. Within a manifold I hid the rest of my flesh and mass, and once more, I looked at the carbonized husk of my childhood home.
Aspera looked to me, anxiously waiting for me to speak. She too was taken in at a young age, and spent her formative years here. Doubtless she was in turmoil, all her memories reduced to ash. 
With a mind of steel, keened into an impossible edge;
With a will indomitable, and the strength to use it;
I sought out the last refuge—and from it, I shall take what was stolen from me.

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