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Fawna Ita

A voluptuous, sexy, red-haired beauty with a large bust and a small waist. As a succubus, she's almost harmless as she rarely feeds on her partners. But, true to character, her pasttime is to flirt with every male in the vicinity.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Nykizta

Description

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Fawna is a 5' 4", voluptuous red head with a tendency towards flirtation. Her clothing changes often, ranging from girl-next-door to overdress-to-impress. She is not, however, always in such a state. As she angers, she slowlly morphs into... Well, it's easier to show you than to explain.


A scream pierced the empty night air, drowning everything in the agonizing pain. The subject hunched, intermittent howls joined with guttural groans and tortured moans and the buried feelings burst from her, uncalled. With every passing moment, the noises grew in intensity, the figure slowly rising as her back arched. Her nails raked the ground, as if searching for a hold to the earthly ties she knew she was losing. The exposed skin upon her arms, face, and chest rippled with the change. The screams rose in frequencies as she now thrashed upon the ground, uselessly fighting the inevitable. The change soon became noticeable.
The woman writhed upon the ground, morphing as the ridges of her body became sharper and the skin’s color darkened to liken the blood that was boiling just beneath. Her claim to the her former race fading as her cries were, reduced to pained groans, only. Her hands, no longer scraping the ground, now resembled claws. Her fingers were elongated and ended in pointed, black nails. Her body mimicked the same change. Her legs and arms were still fleshed out, but the muscles were pronounced and seemed all that was still clinging to the bones. Her torso was without variation, merely a means to connected the limbs together as anything showing her gender was now gone.
Her face was the most drastic change. Where lovely cheekbones and elegant eyebrows once were, there were now only viciously pointed ridges, merely protecting now sunken eyes that gleamed an angry red. No pupil was to be seen amongst the blood red shine. Her nose closer resembled a beak, jutting from her face harshly. Her once full lips were now flat, only there to cover the pointed teeth behind. Once rounded ears now resembled foot long elven ears of myth, but lacked the beauty. Only her hair had retained any sort of former beauty. The fiery locks lengthened and now glowed with newfound power.
Eventually, her convulsions and noises ceased. With a sigh of relief, the transformed woman began to fade to her human form just in time to begin sinking into the ground beneath her. It was now time form Fawna to begin her new life.

Personality

Fawna thrives on attention. She's flirty, playful, sarcastic, and generally kind. If she's blatantly ignored, you can be sure to incur her wrath. Simple little things take on entirely different meanings when around Fawna as she has an entire side waiting to be released.

So begins...

Fawna Ita's Story

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Fawna Ita walks up to the bar, almost skipping. "Can I have something strong? I don't care what. Think of a dead liver, then give me something, yea?" she said, grinning.

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Fawna Ita throws a sultry smile at the barkeep. "What's your name, handsome?" she asks before taking a lengthy swig from the bottle.

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Fawna Ita leans forward slightly, showing off her ample.... ruby, hanging in a necklace just above her breats. "I'm Fawna. And I tend to ask handsome men their name."

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Fawna Ita leans back as Dragon leaps over the counter, looking him over as he walks towards the back of the bar, licking her lips slightly.

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Fawna Ita hops off of the stool, hurrying to the bleeding woman's side. She looked at the wound, grimacing. Stupid sword wounds. She hoped it missed major organs, but it was in a risky place. She grimaced. "I need towels, Dragon. Where?"

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Fawna Ita nodded though Dragon wasn't really paying attention to her. Running at the bar, she vaulted over it, pulling several towels out of the cabinet. Running back to the woman, she starts pressing the towels against the wounds, not really knowing what she was doing. She was just trying to get the bleeding to stop.

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Fawna Ita looked up, surprised at the newcomer to the situation. She vaguely nodded in response, taming her urge to flirt with the man, knowing the seriousness of the situation.

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Fawna Ita walks into the bar yawns loudly. Strutting over to bar, she hops onto stool and scopes out the bar, hoping for some fun. Turning back to the bar, she orders a bloody mary.

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Fawna Ita looks over the turian by her side with a smile, twisting herself around to lean against the bar and extending her hand with a wry grin. "My hair is strange, huh? Why's that?"

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Fawna Ita grinned wider. "No, I'm not. Something closely resembling, though, so I hardly blame you for the mistake. So, what are you doing around here?"

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Fawna Ita chuckles softly. "Ah, I see. Makes sense I guess. Course, new jobs will be a plenty soon, I'm sure. The universe is too much at odds for things to stay calm for long." At the sound of the bar door opening, Fawna glanced over and stared open mouthed at the man with wings who'd just sat a few seats down from her. She'd seen such people before, but it'd been centuries since the last... And that was in a different dimension.

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Fawna Ita walks over to the man, casting a smile at the turian over her shoulder. Sitting on the stool next to him with her back to the bar in case the turian wanted to come join to conversation. She held out her hand midway between her and the man, not wanting to spook him as she'd already felt the nervous energy pouring off of him. "I'm Fawna," she said with a gentle smile.

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Fawna Ita tilted her head to the side and nodded. "I guess that would be the assumed race, huh? If it's not too presumptuous of me, what are you?" She added a smile on the end, trying not to sound to rude. She turned her body and crossed her legs, letting her leg brush the turian beside her, containing a mischievous grin at her flirting, trying to focus on the man in front of her.

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Fawna Ita glances over to the turian, the grin she'd tried to hide peeking through slightly. "I don't know what you're talking about, my dear sir," letting out an airy chuckle under her breath and giving a wink before turning back to the other man. "I've just met him, but I'd like to assume he could be called my friend," she said, smiling sweetly.

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Fawna Ita smiled at the nervous man, feeling a little guilty at making it worse. "It doesn't bug me at all, don't worry so much." She smiled and turned back to the turian. "Is that Mister Spectre then?" she asked playfully, chuckling lightly.

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Fawna Ita gives the turian a wide grin, waggling her eyebrows just barely as to suggest she noticed, and would gladly play along. "Vor you shall be, then," letting herself slip into her more familiar dialect for fun. She turned back the man and looked over his wings, frowning, feeling for him. To be human and then be turned into something so foreign. Almost like her turning into a human. She scoffed inwardly. "You could always aim for someone you don't like and start preening. It was an accident, I swear!" she suggested, giggling.

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Fawna Ita giggles and leans back against Vor. "Honestly, I admire you. I go insane if I woke up and had to deal with a huge change like that. Oh, quick question, what are the unchanged?" she asked, reaching for her bloody mary and takin a sip.

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Fawna Ita giggled, glancing back occasionally at the turian. "I remember what you mean. My change was similar. Luckily for you, yours probably wasn't as, um, predatory? No, that's not quite the word, but it's close. I can relate on the eating thing, though. Though mine set in pretty quickly after the change." Fawna grimaced, not believing she was even talking about this. Taking her drink in one hand, she allowed her other hand to lazily trace patterns on the bartop, her thoughts taking her places she didn't want to be.

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Fawna Ita busted into giggles... "Hehehe... Sorry, don't mean to offend you by laughing. I completely understand. My brain just... Oooohh... Hehe... Yea..." she said between giggles and breathes, trying to calm herself down, letting herself sink further back, closer to Vor.

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Fawna Ita frowns. She hadn't meant to push him away. She was enjoying the idle chatter besides the other things she was enjoying. She hadn't had a good talk like this in quite a while. "Oh, I'm so sorry if we made you uncomfortable. I had no intention of offending you either, like I said. I had a strange memory of a demon I used to know... Well, that's another story." She had no intention of stopping or moving away from Vor, but she was very sorry it had made him uncomfortable.

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Fawna Ita watches as Martin leaves and sighs. "You definitely did me no wrong," she said, grinning. With a glance back to the bar door. "We might have wronged him. I'm not sure." Fawna frowned slightly, troubled to lose the conversation.

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Fawna Ita giggles as she's tickled, sticking her tongue out. "Stop that," she scolds playfully. She takes a couple gulps from her drink and leans her head back.

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Fawna Ita squirms slightly to adjust on his lap. "Hun, you by far in the top 100 attractive species I've come across," she said, grinning. It was the truth. She'd seen thousands of different species, most of them demons, though, truthfully. Demons are rarely lookers, at least those that stay in their own dimension. She'd been with several of the aforementioned demons. She repressed a shudder. Oh, yea, Vor was hardly unattractive to her. She wonder what his reaction would be if he knew what she was.

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Fawna Ita chuckled softly, focus largely on the sensation on her neck. "I'm not really sure you want to know, hun."

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Fawna Ita lets out a breath, getting ready from him to rip away from her. "I'm a succubus, if I'm being open and honest," she said, cringing as she waited for the repercussions of her words.