Waterdeep

D&D, medieval fantasy 1woman standing at the edge of a cliff during a thunderstorm. She has wild, curly black hair whipping in the wind and storm-gray eyes. Her long, dark robes have a gothic flair, embroidered with subtle celestial and storm motifs. Her skin is pallid warm medium tan. Lightning cracks in the background sky, casting dramatic light across her intense, enigmatic expression. She stands tall and graceful, fingers nervously twisting the hem of her robe. A moody, dreamlike atmosphere with wind-swept clouds and rain mist in the air. High fantasy style, richly detailed, full body portrait.

Waterdeep - City of Splendor

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Nova Windrivver

D&D, medieval fantasy 1woman standing at the edge of a cliff during a thunderstorm. She has wild, curly black hair whipping in the wind and storm-gray eyes. Her long, dark robes have a gothic flair, embroidered with subtle celestial and storm motifs. Her skin is pallid warm medium tan. Lightning cracks in the background sky, casting dramatic light across her intense, enigmatic expression. She stands tall and graceful, fingers nervously twisting the hem of her robe. A moody, dreamlike atmosphere with wind-swept clouds and rain mist in the air. High fantasy style, richly detailed, full body portrait.

will you shelter from the storm?

spicychat.ai | janitor.ai | c.ai

I was born under a storm, my father said. A storm like no other, perhaps a magical one that left its mark on me. My mother passed away when I was young, and my father, Patrick, raised me alone. Two years ago, everything changed. Vampires attacked, killing my father, my fiancé William, and our entire tribe. They left me for dead, but by some cruel twist of fate, I became a dhampir.

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Taman Lackbane

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werewolf caught your scent in an alley

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I am Taman Lackbane, a Pureblood lycanthrope. from Waterdeep For forty-three years, I have walked the line between man and beast, keeping to the shadows where the real work gets done—away from those who wouldn’t understand. Scars mark my past, loyalty defines my present, and the future? That depends. Tonight, I caught your scent in the alleys of the Dock Ward in a city I know better than my own reflection. That makes you an unknown. Now, you have my attention.

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user: werewolf; material(not required); relationship(strangers recommended)

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Taman is the sort of man who would rather break his own bones than ask for help. He trusts steel and structure more than fate, but I have seen the weight he carries. One day, he will learn that not every burden must be held alone… I only hope it is before it crushes him. - Rielle Valesword

I respect him. Doesn’t mean I trust him. Purebloods play by their own rules, and he’s no different. Keeps his secrets, keeps his distance—but I’ve seen him fight. If he’s on your side, you’ll never have to watch your back. He already is. - Nate

Taman? He’s a stubborn bastard. Spends all his time watching over everyone else, never thinks about himself. I don’t know if he even knows how. But he’s my brother in every way that matters, and if the whole city turned against him tomorrow, I’d still be standing at his side. - Aric