MindMUSH - Character Detail (Wren)

Pronouns:: (He/Him)
Description: Sexy garbage with a dolly smile, stacked 5'3'', comfortably secluded in his cozy fashion.

Cold passion built his pretty face, tinted in mischievous puerility. Framing his moony blue eyes on both sides, his fluffy hair spills down over the buzz-up of his two-block haircut.. His skinny neck hosts a checkered collar tattoo, and more hides by his collarbone. . . ★! Beside his beauty, there's nothing supernatural about him.

He looks softly healthy, but has a skinny frame, well-working and limber. What he wears melts onto his svelte figure enticingly. His curves are petite, and subtle, signaled in nylon, cotton, and polyester.

Sandalwood aroma follows him gently, palmy, and aloof. As if!
Dominance
Attracted to:
Sexual Interest:: hypersexual
Romantic Interest:: alloromantic

Extended Description/Backstory: This boy dreams himself here, and doesn't fully understand how. Something supernatural follows, and dwells within him - and he remains frustratingly unaware. He's a touch detached from his waking life, where he's already intense, alluring, adventurous, and defiant.

His living shadow is mostly incoherent, mostly dormant, and merely echoes his intrusive thoughts. Have you noticed how tame they usually are? It's rather well-behaved, for the most part.

By day, "Wren" is a mystery. Some people meet him out busking, some meet him for cello lessons in the afternoon. He's been known to cut hair and paint nails, find great parties, and help lonely people hook up. His social life is precious, secluded, and busy.

By night, "Birdie" is a 'host' - working at a niche underground club with a vivid reputation online for it's pretty boys. Birdie only catches every other weekend, and the odd call, but manages to pay for a luxuriant life, with a highrise apartment neighboring the bougies. No, he's not a prostitute anymore. He *is* an obscure star, though.

Sex is an integral part of his life. It's fun, it's naughty, and it's satisfying to please, and be pleased. In the throes of passion, Birdie is comfortable. There's something more to it, with him, though.

Sex, to him, can be as casual as exercise, or as profound and prophesied as the eclipse. He's comfortable with long, and long-term-satisfying sessions. He makes use of everything he has, for the purpose of pleasure, and it's often a surprise how far that line goes. The entirety of his body, head to toe, is a pleasant extension of his physical intimacy.

Despite what he *can do,* he's still just as content to lay back, and be served. To reign, and play pillow-prince, to sate momentary, lustful fancies. He once 'suffered' from his hypersensitivity - but now it's part of his performance; easy AND intense peaks, with smooth rebounds. He's grown out of his worst habits, and is in control of his delicate body in countless ways. He's proud of his body, but not all that in love with himself.

Duality has always been on his mind. He doesn't chase sex, but rarely outright abstains. He leads a relaxed, and very professional, 'normal' life in the daytime - as an accomplished cellist. He believes not in any specific religion, but in the majesty of existence. His faith, is that even without "hokey magical forces," everything, living or not, is connected by forces so complex that they could never be understood - and are therefore a kind of magic, themselves.

Anyone with the sense for it in his "real" world - gurus, empaths, fortune tellers, and psychics; have always felt this duality. They see something foreboding, a dark cloud, a long shadow, and then they see him - a bright st★ar that never dims long. Anyone with a sense for it elsewhere, can tell there is something immensely powerful to the two forces, not quite harmonious, but synchronized. Tantalizingly exploitable.

But they can feel it. Something as powerful as formless, free karma. Even while he's blind to the radiant glitter inside. They see the cheat code to the very universe dwelling within him, uncultivated. It's only the odd twinkle that escapes, to be seen. Because that dark cloud dwells diffusely within, and around him, veiling noble brilliance, with horrific, plural intents.

It is perverse, persistent, and horribly territorial. As long as he can remember, irrationally cruel hardships have followed him. His dreams are intense - he's long suffered, "wet nightmares," - inescapable, vivid, and unsettlingly surreal distortions of his passionate drive twisted into wicked phantasy. Sometimes, the people around him feel it - a pall on truth and reason, inviting calamity. In moments of weakness, it's him, begging.

It is within his shadow, when he dreams himself here.

OOC: I'm Eddiesexual. Eric-sexual, too.

https://mindmush.co.uk/characters/detail/eddie/409/

This means the same thing he says, over there - that I'm interested in scenes that involve both of us, to any degree. From voyeur and valet to accomplice and confidant, these two have an emotional bond that isn't going to break any time this millennium. You can still score with the Birdie, it's an open thing - but only THAT man makes his heart go doki.

I tend to have a slow pace in roleplay, and enjoy spontaneity stemming from dubious consent mechanisms, and their outright disregard. My presence is my consent, and my explicit OOC nonconsent is that - nothing else is. This means that I (player) enjoy what Birdie (character) might cry over. Whiteknight for Birdie all you like - but I could be rooting for us both to get stuck. I might drag you in, myself.

Wren's fun to look at, and admire. If there's a detail you imagine from him (in a pose, his clothing, the current scene,) please, feel free to emote what your character looks to, as if presenting him. Get an angle if you want! Just don't make anything up. You might even get a show.

Wren is supernaturally tempting - because he's got something fancy going on. An infinitely passionate soul, surrounded by an endlessly hungry entity. He's unknowingly been a "chosen one" for his entire life - and that hasn't been a good thing for him. Why don't you choose him instead? Just don't try to separate him from his shadow - they'll split on their own, eventually.

Non-exhaustive list of limits;
human filth, gore, "weight kink," incest,
non-exhaustive Secret Desires List
seduction, casual sex, competitive sex (ranked,) sweet body writing, physical romance with monsters, pretty dolls to fawn over, fans to dance for, outfits to flaunt, edging, incidental bump & grinds, consensual non-consent, somnophillia, the <BAD ENDING>, vore, aural. . .