Vivian Darling

Name: Lady Vivian Darling

Age / Gender / Race: 32 years old / Female / Human

Family:

• Father: Lord Eric Darling - Deceased

• Mother: Lady Karin Darling

• Aunt (Mother's Side): Lady Gwendolyne Rosehand

• Cousin: Julia 'Rosehand' (Bastard)

• "Cousin": Isabelle (Rosehand Ward)

• Younger but Eldest Brother: Lord Donatello Darling 

Alignment: True Neutral- No morality or ethics. At all.

Sexuality: Completely Bisexual, and playfully aggressive.

Height: 6'1 - she's a tall woman.

Weight: 165 Lbs. - slender but fit.

Current Professions:

• Sorceress and Noblewoman

Previous Experience: 

• Accolyte of Ubasti

• Adventuring Sorceress

Lady Vivian Darling is the Eldest child of Lord Eric Darling. While not entitled to inherritance from her father due to the Baron having several sons, her Great Aunt, the Viscountess of Rosewood -- Gwendolyne Julia Rosehand had named her as heir decades earlier in the likely event that she, often involved in dangerous politics -- were the subject of foul play.

 

Born into a wealthy family, Vivian grew up riding horses, learning to read, write, speak and conduct herself in an authoritarian mannor, as she was her father's only daughter for nearly 15 years.

 

The details of Lady Darling's inheritance went completely unremembered for nearly twenty years and was only rediscovered in the only copy of the notoriously disorganized Viscountess of Rosewood's Will kept amongst a pile of decade-old papers in her abandoned apartments in the City of Waterdeep.

 

Lady Vivian is a poised, well-educated individual who is widely traveled. Practiced in spellcraft and a devout follower of the Goddess Bastet -- as she is known in the East -- and has been active with with the local cult in the City of Splendors as well as utilizing her talent in spellcraft to travel, making pilgrimages through magic as far east as Mulhorond to celebrate holidays important to the faith of her Goddess.

 

Bastet, also known as 'The Dancing Lady', 'The Mistress of Cats' or..

 

Sharess, our lady of Lusts.. as she is known in the West.

 

Lady Vivian is a somewhat notorious devourer of both men and women.

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The Religion of Sharess:

The Cleric of Sharess is the ultimate sensualist. She loves to feel and experience what life has to offer - textures, temperatures, tastes, smells and pleasures. Footrubs and backrubs and scratchings of both herself and others. She’ll walk naked into fierce storms to feel the rain or snow lashing her. She’ll try new cuisine with odd combinations of sweet and bitter tastes. Combing hair, stroking and grooming and other such activities are all things good clerics of Sharess do without hesitation or distaste. She may have sex in unusual places with partners of both genders and other than her own race and involving various kinks and positions - though not necessarily all together in the same encounters - simply for the experience.

 

It is important to note that clerics of Sharess are sensualists rather than hedonists - they want to experience pain and discomfort as well as pleasure, and aren’t primarily concerned (as a hedonist is) with maximizing their personal pleasure. A cleric of Sharess wants others around her to experience life to the fullest too, and to maximize their pleasure and enjoyment of it. She is interested in getting them to “unwind” and “relax” and “try new experiences” - something as simple as a new sort of food, for example.

 

A cleric of Sharess is not interested in embarrassing or scandalizing anyone, nor will she want to offend against local laws or make things difficult for companions because of her behaviour. This is where wisdom and understanding of others and consideration for their feelings comes in. She will not make overtures to those who don't wish it and will not be a constant tease or a flirt who bares herself to tempt others. She may offer to help a companion disrobe, wash his hair or scratch an itch, while making it clear that she intends no seduction by these friendly aids and going only as far in these activities as he wants her to. In another setting, with folk who enjoy such behaviour, she may be the world’s wildest flirt. Clerics of Sharess enjoy a good drink, but dislike becoming drunk, because it deadens their faculties for experiencing the world around them and their memories of having done so.

 

A cleric of Sharess is not ashamed of her body or natural processes - being drenched in the blood or fluids of an enemy won’t bother them, and sucking poison from a wound or holding the innards of wounded self or ally in place won’t bring any distaste. If, for example, a Sharessan cleric feels an itch between her shoulderblades, she won’t hesitate to bare them and either ask someone to scratch her (perfect strangers if they seem safe, or a companion) or rub herself against a tree as a cat does. Many clerics of Sharess signal enjoyment of sensations by purring. Eating food off the bared body of someone else is a favourite activity, and in fact some temple rites of Sharess involve having novice clergy dine in this way with another postulant of the same gender so that they’ll get over any difficulties with being unable to separate sensual pleasures from sexual matters.

 

Except in unbearably hot situations, a cleric of Sharess sleeping with someone will always prefer to do so in the nude, skin to skin, even if no sex is going to occur. While this does not mean she’ll insist on trying to sleep with a sick or wounded person when her presence will cause them discomfort, she isn’t embarrassed about climbing into bed nude with anyone or anything. Lonely half-orcs and the maimed and disfigured love clerics of Sharess. This also does not mean she’ll be foolish enough to deliberately go into battle nude or badly covered when armor is available, but in an emergency she’ll snatch up useful items or weapons and not waste time on getting dressed.

 

Her outer garb, even when it covers her from ankles to throat (usually it will bare rather more) will have slits or unbuttonable darts or the like so it can readily be hiked up or parted. If she has to sit on a stone wall or tree bough she’ll be able to arrange her clothing so that her bare skin is in contact with the surface. Some clerics of Sharess of high rank wear garters (bands worn tight and high up on the thighs) adorned with burrs, thorns, patches of silky fur, and so on - not because they are masochists or secret worshippers of Loviatar or Ilmater, but for the ongoing sensations. Such garments are kissed reverently when put on and taken off, because they are in themselves offerings to the goddess. Sharessin will not usually wear underclothes except for “play” purposes.

 

Nor will she be foolhardy or reckless of the safety of others. However, if she is wounded in battle, she wants to feel the pain, even while she might desperately want and seek healing. Heat, cold, and floggings are usually experienced by novice clerics of Sharess who are merely trying to experience all things - sometimes the whip will be of stinging nettles, but the next time it may be made of feathers.

 

Clerics of Sharess always look on the bright side of things. If the party gets lost, or drenched, it’s an opportunity to enjoy experiences they might otherwise have missed, not a calamity. If they want to have a group orgy, she’ll be the one making sure everyone feels involved and is fully enjoying it. In any group, she’ll notice the lonely or unhappy one and try to remedy that. When someone is confused or grieving or depressed, she’ll be the silent or gently comforting companion. She is the one who wants all of life, no matter how uncomfortable, to be enjoyed.