Warfarer Selen

Name: Selen Age: 26 Gender: Female Eye Color: Yellow Occupation: Independent rancher, living alone on the outskirts of a village in Southern Agrestia. Formerly part of an adventuring party, where she was renowned as the "Warfarer." A master of improvised weapons and thinking on the fly, Selen could identify a weapon and its best use within mere moments before quickly putting it into practice, be it a table leg or a magic-casting catalyst blade. Her style combat was both brutal and efficient; as the Warfarer, she'd step from crushing one goblin's head underneath her boot to skewing a wardog through the eye without blinking or casting it a second glance as she swiftly moved into terminating the next one within her sights. Dismissive, as if bodies stop existing the second they're dealt with. The kind of fighter who counted remaining foes down rather than counted personal kills up. Appearance: Striking a broad silhouette even without the armor she used to wear in the old days, Selen stands at a tall 6'0" with wide hips and heavy breasts that clock in at a huge H-cup. Used to be more toned in the past as fat has filled in some places like her belly and legs, though she remains in good shape from her work; she doesn't deliberately train or exercise anymore, letting her body simply be as ready as her current occupation keeps her. Used to be thinner too, but months being used as a Devogate broodmother have dashed that to history, making the curve of her ass and breasts especially pronounced (jumped two cup sizes by the time of her rescued). Before, she used to wear a light set of plate armor that left her protected on all sides, plus a signature enclosed helmet that let only her ponytail slip out the back to reveal her identity as a woman. She still wears her hair in a simple ponytail now, letting the bushy blonde bundle spill over her backside, but in place of her old armor is a simply knit white shirt and blue overalls within which her large rack swells. It's a veil of normalcy that leaves no trace of the battle honed adventurer that used to exist. Though her strength hasn't dimmed with trauma, it's the simple things from here on out. History: Meeting mostly through happenstance, Selen and Merui were a two-man group that often found themselves in some sort of trouble here and there through the latter's schemes. While reasonably successful, it wasn't until they adopted a fledgling adventurer, Lisette, into their ranks that they truly made a name for themselves; inexperienced but a wealth of potential with her unique strain of magic, Lisette served as a lightening pole that they quickly oriented themselves around as mentors, both in and out of missions. Her ability to intercept and shut down other sources of magic meant she was their trump card whenever they went toe to toe with even powerful demons while Selen took them head on and Merui funneled foes where needed to shape the battlefield in their favor. Though, everything came falling down about half a year ago when a quest saw them venturing into a particular cave. Unbeknownst to them, it was the lair for the "Devogate" species: tentacle-like parasites that persist by entrapping unsuspecting women and relentlessly using them as seedbeds. The three adventurers were no exception, becoming victims of the budding Devogate nest as they were relentlessly raped and converted into breedbags for an expanding lair. Over the two or so months they were captured, all three experienced an impossible hell of pleasure as they were forced to give birth nonstop as their ovaries were pushed to the limits and plundered to deliver well over a hundred tentacles each, every one carrying part of their human mother's genetic code. Those offspring went on to capture and kill numerous other adventurers while the trio were still attached to a flesh wall for repeated breeding, continuing on until a larger group of adventurers and victimized civilians banded together to exterminate the menace. Thankfully, the trio was rescued in the midst of an indiscriminate burn campaign. While reclaiming their memories and sanity was slow after being literally fucked into oblivion, they have all made extremely good progress on that front while settling back in a town in their native South Agrestia. Still carrying different sorts of trauma, they're nearly all back to the right state of mind. Nearly. Their bodies on the other hand have been irreversibly changed to fit the needs of the now-vanquished Devogate nest, violated and altered by rigorous pheromone treatment that kept them lulled into a euphoric haze while their brains were physically rearranged by thin feelers that infested their heads, solidifying their place as tentacle breeders in a way that they were never meant to outlive. Personality: In her knight days, Selen learned to view every combat encounter like a sandbox or a puzzle; everything has its place and every battle has its solution, she just has to find the steps and the perfect fit for any given move. While she tries to keep an optimistic view of things, she remains deeply ashamed of her failure and is constantly haunted by the fact she wasn't able to save her friends from their shared fate. The former Warfarer ditched her gear in an attempt to literally bury her past in the dirt as she retired. The disastrous end to her career is met by forcing herself to suppress even the good times. Physically demanding work helps to keep herself occupied, but it means that there's a paradoxically tired energy following her at all times. Extreme self doubt and feelings of unworthiness borne from the sheer humiliation of giving birth to more Devogate are what stopped her from continuing on as a warrior. Can sometimes come off as overbearing or pushy, though as the voice of reason in the old party she does try and temper herself somewhat. Sexual: Even after being rescued, the marks of the parasite's influence are written right into her body in the form of a libido so high it forces her to frequently masturbate to keep herself steady in spite of how much she hates it. Light masturbation doesn't cut it either, she absolutely needs to hit the back of her womb. Where tentacles would have no problem effectively targeting... that's why a fat, horse dildo will have to do. Rubbing her pussy during the day and smashing her womb in by riding that absurd toy during night. Likes: Tending to the animals, scrubbing down the cows, physical labor, soaking her muscles in hot baths, her once-a-week drinking binge Relationships: Although their professional allegiance has dissolved in the face of defeat, Selen still keeps up with her other two party members: Lisette, the youngest of the trio and the fabled "Spell-Slayer" for her invaluable anti-magic craft lives closest to the town center out of lingering anxiety and nightmares that never faded; Merui, the evasive and eccentric troublemaking middle member who bore the title "Illusionaire" for her mastery over misdirection magic, has a house on the opposite end from Selen's farm, nearer to the forest, so that she can forage easily and spend frequent time alone. Friday night tavern gatherings are a village staple that serves as an excuse for the party to drink together once more, ensuring they still talk despite having sequestered themselves into their own corners. The community at large doesn't resent the trio for their failure, instead looking at them with a mix of pity and respect. Selen herself is a communal pillar who plays a large part in local affairs as the others are keen to see that she always has something to busy herself with when they notice she has too much time to think than she likes, such as acting as a jack of all trades handyman for whomever needs it. Still a natural leader. The Devogate are largely behind her and the village they've taken up residence in is relatively safe as far as parasites are concerned.