dni criteria.

minors. fictional minors. lewd taboo accounts. ai “artists”. porn-focused non-roleplay accounts. you don’t credit art. transphobes, racists, homophobes, general bigotry. maga in general. rpf or “deepstate”.

identity.

dio’s pronouns are they/them, he/him, or it/its. i will accept using feminine terms for them (girlfriend, mother, wife, etc), but their pronouns and nonbinary identity are non-negotiable.

interactions.

dio is bisexual with a masculine (not male) lean. toxic dynamics welcome on either (or both) ends. please feel free to hop in my inbox to discuss a pre-established relationship (romantic, platonic, familial, etc) if that would be easier for interactions, i love discussing character dynamics!

ooc boundaries.

please do not spam my inbox for replies. all art is my own, retweets are from my art account or otherwise commissioned. do not repost my art or make accounts for my original characters. i try to match replies, but may sometimes get carried away. please do not feel obligated to match my reply length if it’s longer than you are comfortable with writing. i am not dio. i am also not single, do not flirt with me out of character.

& not dead, but soon to be.

name dione
nickname branded of loviatar, high whipmistress, didi
age 52
date of birth ???
pronouns they/them, it/its, sometimes he/him
gender definitely not
orientation bisexual
species harpy/drow
star sign gemini
occupation cleric & paladin of loviatar
residence none, wanderer
birth place somewhere off of waterdeep’s coast

eye color red sclera with seafoam irises
hair color mostly pepper, some salt
hair style long and meticulously curled
ht and wt 4’11” && 164 lbs
build curvy, mildly athletic
complexion tanned, freckled, deeply scarred
piercings nose and ears, nipples… among others
tattoos nine tenets around lower thigh
scars burn on face, various self-flagellation scars
other decaying wings

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in the temple   of the heartless,   i was humbled and reborn!

positive traits humorous, adaptable, open-minded
neutral traits persistent, charismatic, intimidating
negative traits sadistic, devoid of sympathy, imposinghabits torture, mostly; dabbles in spellwork
fears numbness, failure, divine rejection, drowning
loves whips and chainslanguages common, undercommon, elvish, harpy/trill
mbti type entj-a, the commander
proficiencies charisma, strength, dexterity

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ONE DEATH
dio was the product of a one night stand between the matriarch of a harpy roost and a drow “”trader””; their father was quickly eaten and disposed of despite being immune to the harpy’s song. dio was born completely silent and unnervingly perfect, aside from their burning red sclera and elven ears.ONE LIFE
their childhood was spent on many precipices; that between harpyhood and drowhood, between surface and underdark, between harm for survival and harm for pleasure. they were, of course, made fun of for their knife-ears and awkward chirps where other harpy children would trill and squawk, but the hollow bones of the dissenters were little more than toothpicks to the half-drow abomination. and why shouldn’t they have been grateful? pain is how the body knows it’s still alive.ONE FLICK
dione was exiled from the roost after displaying their overwhelming dominance one too many times, leaving a trail of grievous injuries and a cacophony of shrieks and squeals in their wake all the way to undermountain’s house of pain, where they awoke to open-armed acceptance. few members of the church were as biologically unsightly, but what they lacked in genetic aberration they most certainly made up in delicious mutilation, dio eventually among (and climbing) their ranks. it was here that they attempted to settle with a szar-kai mercenary captain by the name of vrakheil bedric, but his disgust in regards to dio’s faith and upbringing caused him to take away their two young children.ONE KNIFE
dio currently serves the mistress of pain as a high whipmistress, wandering to proselytize to the people of faerûn of her destructive seduction. officially, they operate as a paladin, but offer cleric services to the gravely wounded. they’re still searching for their own beloved little genetic abominations.

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* hold me real close, /    clap me in iron;    / come on, caligulove me!

mitsuomi.

tba.

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tba.