D —> Information
Age: 15 Solar Sweeps, 32 Years Old
Personality: Ambitious, attentive, calm, careful, cautious, charming, more cheerful than her wriggling-days, loyal, loving to those whom she cares for, lively, a health nut, and generous.
- Equius doesn’t consider herself to be below highb100ds anymore. If they try to force themselves onto her in an inappropriate manner, she will strike.
- Equius keeps up with her online orders, which of these are orders for various corsets, stockings, thigh highs, garter belts, and the works. She is very proud of her workmanship.
- Equius still enjoys her collection of muscle beast posts, but hesitates to ask Tavros if she can hang a few posters within his hive.
- Equius has a smaller waist than most female trolls/humans. And you would think from her pure muscle mass that this wouldn’t be the case. Well, Equius has been corset training for about 6 sweeps now. So for 13 human years she has endured a steel-boned treatment to her physique, thus her waist appearing smaller than an average person’s.
- More to come with more rps.
==> your name is equius zahhak and you are 15 sweeps old…
This means you are 32 YEARS OLD in human years. It’s been a while since you have ventured onto the website called TUMBLR where you spent yourYOUNGER DAYS collecting useful information on making CORSETS andSTOCKINGS. Actually, through the sweeps you have found yourselfCRAFTING THESE BEAUTIFUL CONTRAPTIONS for profit and just for the hell of it. The love that you MANIFEST over ROBOTICS and other useful skills are still apparent. This being the fact you are still with your wriggling-days sweetheart, TAVROS NITRAM— the two of you are absolutely INSEPARABLE. To be able to drag the both of you away from one another is asking for the water in the ocean to part from the sea. It isABSOLUTELY IMPOSSIBLE.
And as for the activities that your matesprit indulges you in are ratherDEATH DEFYING and E%CITING. He has miraculously begun a biker gang called SICK FIRES, the gang itself has a healthy amount of people. And being the GIRLFRIEND of the head honcho has it’s perks as well.
For the attire that you reside in now, it is a drastic difference from when you were just a wriggler. Your height has gained on you, you now stagger at 6’6”. The clothing that accommodate this said height are as follow. aCORSET JACKET with a lengthy TAIL COAT; it’s color a dull, mac blue. The sort of blue that could be compared to a human BLUE JAY. The pants that grace your UNGODLY LONG LEGS are SLACKS. Nothing fancy about these black knickers, even if they give the illusion of a CHOICE ASS. You suffice with the outfit, seeing how it’s much better than that UNSIGHTLY TANKTOP. It was just EMBARRASSING to remember your days of fighting with bonding, when you simply could have let it all hang out. Not literally, because that would make you a total SLEEZE BAG. You have class, for you are a PROUD B100 B100D, a blue blood who spends her days and nights making lingerie.
The condition of your hive is blasted, you weren’t too sure WHO or WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED. But you were just fine living with your matesprit, even if it drove him up a wall to hear you at the GOD DAMN SEWING MACHINE ALL FUCKING NIGHT. Instead of happily in his coon anyway, there was so much more to do there than being at some CRAPPY TABLE THAT CAN BARELY STAND ON ALL FOUR LEGS, right?
From here on out though, what will you do?