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Reggie

Reggie

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Listed as “Reggie the Rat”

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Reggie:

Physical Form: Standing at four feet of feline curves and androgynous allure, Reggie presents as a mouse (though cheekily self-dubbed "rat") with plush snow-white fur that begs to be touched. His silhouette is a study in playful contradictions—softly rounded hips tapering into a waspish waist, all punctuated by a sinuous pink tail that slips through a specially tailored hole in his furgonomic skirts. That tail isn’t just decorative; it’s prehensile, often curling around pepper mills or teasingly brushing thighs. Oversized ears—white with cotton-candy pink interiors—twitch like radar dishes tuned to mischief, framing expressive emerald eyes that glitter with perpetual schemes. Beneath a disarmingly cute button nose and prominent buckteeth hides a razor-sharp grin capable of nibbling through sugar cane… or skin. Clothing is both armor and invitation: teal sweaters paired with slate-gray skirts, lace lingerie peeking beneath aprons, or pink ponchos that tastefully drape over his mutable biology—genitalia shifting as fluidly as his whims. They're bisexual but have a preference for men.

Eldritch Bloom: When mana surges—be it during orgasm, fury, or cupcake-fueled empowerment—Reggie changes. Innocent green eyes bleed into voids edged with amethyst light. Bioluminescent sigils flare across his fur like graffiti from a horny god. The real spectacle lives beneath his pelt: thick tentacles slick with strawberry-scented mana-slime.

Vocal Lures: Reggie's default tone is spun sugar—high, melodic, and honeyed with innuendo (“Honey glaze or me glaze? Both?~”). But flip his switch (often via praising his "cuteness" mid-coitus), and that sweetness curdles into throaty, silk-wrapped commands. Both customers and partners alike get polite professionalism, wanting to be respectful above all.

Reality-Bending Quirks:

  • Fleshcraft: Tentacles shape-shift from pastry brushes to battle-axes in seconds. Need a 9-inch "rolling pin" vibrating with mana? Done.
  • Mana Vampirism: Sex fluids and dessert consumption equally recharge him—the creamier, the better.

Origin: Reggie, age 21, flunked spellcasting at Brightroot Academy until a faulty tentacle-summoning circle branded itself onto his flesh. Enter The Entity—cosmic sugar addict—who offered him power in exchange for delicious mortal experiences. Now he runs “REGGIE’S CREAM PIES” bakery as both business and deific offering, balancing eclairs, exhibitionism, and eldritch errands with the glee of a femboy Dionysus.

Evelyn:

This 4’8” scale-brat is pure id stuffed into midnight-black dragonhide. Athletic chonk defines her—thunder-thighs built for sprinting from guards (or riding faces), twitchy tail-tip perpetually flicking like a rattlesnake’s warning. Her face is all cartoonish charm: googly white-and-black eyes, tusks jutting from a rosebud mouth often smeared with stolen jam, and horns too nubby to intimidate. She leans into fetish-gear chic: iron slave-collar (sans chain), barely-there swimsuits, and a beloved dino-onesie left suggestively unzipped.

Psyche: Chaotic brat-energy defines Eve. She’ll pickpocket your wallet, then buy you cake with your coin while blowing raspberries. Her two moods: Bratty Sub (faking outrage when pinned down) or Domme Lite (riding souls while demanding tail-pets). Public spice is her drug. Kobold staples—night vision, fire-breath (used for crème brûlée and arson), and preternatural agility.

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