OttoVann

torrey.stephenson charleston, sc No aliases here sorry.

This is why I try to avoid posting too much in this thread. Last time all the fellow best-lander men took their shirts off and we sung in unison while flexing. This time I pipe up and everyone posts faces and such. pls forgib me

FOR YOU.

The Quicksand. The home of the Adventurer's Guild for Ul'Dah, a bar, and so much more. The proprietor is a Lalafell known as Momodi – a bossy little woman who loves to speak frankly but runs a clean establishment all the same. Courtesans come and go looking for and finding clients throughout the day, drug peddlers shadily sit in corners 'shaking hands' with their customers. Adventurers, mercenaries, drunkards, brass-blades, SultanSworn, private guards; this massive corner of Ul'Dah has it all and I just love going to it, daily if I can help it. I usually stick out like a sore thumb in this place which is half the reason I come here. So few men in Ul'Dah can or even know how to wear a suit and properly dress, it almost makes the chase too easy for me and I always get shown the a proper amount of respect. As I walk into the bar, pushing the heavy doors open with my arms out wide as I part them, the smells and aromas of unwashed adventurers, stale food, cheap whores, gut-rottingly bad booze all my hit me at once and I can't help but smile. It's offensive, but I've grown a bit used to it. The doors opening and closing stir the dusty and stale air, swirling it around as I enter the boor and approach a free spot on a railing that surrounds the inner seating area of the bar. I lean over the real, elbows propped against it as I remove my nez-styled glasses and scan the room. It's a bit dark inside here, and today it's crowded to its usual capacity. After looking over the crowd I notice a familiar face standing guard like she typically does at that same pillar. She's a SulstanSworn and stands out like a small beacon against the dark and damp feeling of the Quicksand. I observe her for a moment, paying attention to see if she is busy and once I determine she's not I begin to make my way over to her to say my hellos. The SultanSworn's name is Coatleque Crofte. I never really learned how to say her first name so I avoid it entirely by referring to her simply as Crofte. She's built like a proper highland woman, clear muscle and definition on her frame with some obvious strength to her. She's also quite tall for a hyur woman, measuring in at I would guess around 5'10 or so. When I am privileged enough to see her outside of that armored uniform and in a proper dress, she has wide hips, an ample bosom, and firm shoulders. Like I said a true Highland woman, one many men would love to have at their side in combat or in their bed. Luckily for us all Crofte not only has the assets to be a proper woman of my kind, but she also has quite the looks to her. She is indeed a pretty young woman. Her skin is fair and lacks scars, she keeps herself clean and what little makeup she wears is always neat and well applied around her eyes; Crofte prefers pink hues for eye shadow to surround those green irises of hers. Her red and orange colored hair is usually kept in a long ponytail that flows down her back between her shoulders. She is particular with her bangs, one side always hanging loosely to cover an eye and portion of her cheek with the other side of her bangs brushed back and tucked to the side behind an ear. Crofte usually wears pink-diamond ear rings and if she wears lip gloss the color is light and natural. I personally find her to be beautiful but I learned long ago to not have anything other than a professional interest in her. Fortunately for me, Crofte was gracious when she turned down my advances. [work in progress...to be continued...]

I think the real question is... "Is someone stealing business from Falcon?" I'm not sure the Queen of Banana House will appreciate someone gyrating all over her territory. Who would do such a thing?!

Is someone taking Natalie from me? Ill sick the attack secretaries on them

Otto loves his drugs He sluts around and earns gil He can't get enough

Reading this thread has made me feel glad for that the most part I guessed correctly on a lot of lore involving the separation of the different pillars of government in Ul'Dah. I view Sworn as law enforcement to a point since no one does brass blade RP since they are just dudes with swords and no powers (thats my theory anyways). To frame it at least; If Crofte came to me and said something to the affect of "Vann, go tell that business guy to get in line, hes mouthy against the Sultana" or even "Go make someone clean up their act, they have too many shady characters around and we (sworn) don't like it" I think I would be inclinced to look at her like she's crazy for coming to me like that in some or any sort of official capacity. At the same time I can see Crofte telling me to fuck myself if I told her to do anything other than her duties. Maybe I could ask her nicely, encourage her in someway, but she won't let me tell her what to do. Im Syndicate, not apart of the Royals. Lastly it makes me wonder since Syndicate are above Sworn and can influence our little queen and her staff - I remember at the last Grindstone suggesting to Crofte I could ask the right people and she would get the day off so we could go get Lunch sometime. Granted she said "Thanks but no thanks, dont interfere with my duties please" I wonder if its RP kosher to really do that (assuming everyone agrees). Those sort of behaviors happen a lot in the real world in military/political organizations. All that said its early and I hope it came out right.

The necro is real. Damn who knew this site was up in 2010.

Gosh all these tiers of roleplayers and stuff. How do I fit in senpai?

(yes hello my name is Otto and I am sexy) (I will get to writing soon)

What sort of contributions would you need and what for? I'm more interested and can tap a few people to help perhaps. Ive got the gil you know that though.

How much are you selling sponsorships for? I'd love to have my name put on a banner somewhere in exchange for gil you could use for IC purposes to get better catering, dancers, etc.

A lot have asked me about Ridley after reading my story that Ive posted thus far. Here she is in all her glory.

I agree. If I ever took Otto down the path of real combat, I would /not/ be a monk. I would be a pugilist and I would never identify as monk. But that is my personal preference to be down to earth and avoid DragonBall powers on my character. Or a lancer, same thing.

When I see this question, I can't help but wonder "So what?" but not in a negative or snarky way. Like whats wrong with knowing how to use a lance and/or polearm? I am perfectly fine saying Otto has Academic knowledge of being a Lancer over a Dragoon. I...don't see the difference. Ultimately, to me, if your putting combat classes in your backstory you have or want to or will combat at some point. Does your enemy care if you identify as a Lancer over a Goon? I dont know.

Lhea isn't one to bemoan much when its her time to go. She knows that I love her dearly as a friend and she feels the same to me so when I tell her I have places to be she lets me go without much fuss. She dries off, I simply airdry the best you can with a pair of wet smallclothes on while I stand behind her watching her get dressed until its time for the corset. Like the true and proper gentleman that I am I help her tighten it up to get those breasts of hers to pop and slim that waist to a seductive level, though my hands are a bit sloppy I'm high and drunk at this point but I've gotten used to operating at a productive level with all of this in my system. She turns, hugs and kisses me on my cheek and soon enough leaves with a lingering goodbye wave of her hand as she exits. As soon as the door is closed I strip out of my wet silk and linen bottoms and change into a fresh pair, kicking off the wet pair uncaring as to where they land. A fresh pair of bottoms later, I reach to put my pin-striped pink pants on and then my shoes. I custom make my shoes from existing patterns with slightly different materials that help achieve maximum attention on me when I walk into a room. First I only use whitened dodore leather. Its a status symbol, when most people adventure through the elements, being able to wear pure white leather dress shoes says a lot about what you can and can't afford. Secondly, I take the bottom of the soles and use a much harder leather on the sole near the toe-cap. Superficially the shoe looks the same with the harder rubber, but the clapping noise they make as I walk on hard surfaces always turns a couple of heads. You know a lot of people underestimate the power an audible stride can make. Our minds can most definitely hear the difference between a man walking casually and a man with purpose, a man walking with peace on his mind or fury. As vain as it sounds I give my shoes more work and attention than most people give to their entire outfit, its who I am after all. I didn't get to the top by wearing any old thing and simply selling my wares out of a shop stall like a second rate artisan. After tying my shoes tight I walk over to my largest couch where I set my coat and start to put it on. Most days I take off and put my clothes on several times a day since Im not one to turn down casual encounters with whoever I run into throughout the day. I dont even look down as I fasten my button up to my neck. My fingers most deftly, the process second nature at this point as I look forward at my clock simply starting at it. Once my coat is on I reach down to the hanger and get my typical bow tie, silk and striped in white and black. Once again I don't even look down as I expertly tie it, cinching it to my neck as I fluff it out. Most days I wear a tie due to the usefulness of it more than anything. I will always be eternally surprised at the amount of women who enjoy having their hands bound behind their back by a mans neck tie as you dance in the sheets with them. Its as much as a fashion statement as it is a tool of the trade at this point. Fully clothed, I walk to my desk, my shoes clicking as they should against my marble floors. I put my finger in my mouth to wet it, digging around in my little bowl of 'sugar' to coat it and get one last taste for the road. I reach for my little red coral ear rings I fashioned myself, my typical nez styled red lensed glasses and put them both on with a smile on my face as I get my wallet and head for the door, eager to head to Ul'Dah and see what the day brings before my appointment with Lucy later that night. I just can't wait. [Work in progress. To be continued...]

ANELIA IS NOT FOR SALE! D:< I said this already! *Slicks back hair* Who said anything about a 'sale'?

(Can they erp? Important questions need important answers. I can't very well moonlight as one if I have to be chaste)

Lhea gives me a half-hearted smile, disapproving my of drinking habit but she knows in the grand scheme of things its relatively minor to real problems that she has seen me barely survive and deal with. With one hand I’m petting the top of her head again, drawing out the purr she can’t help to contain – while with the other hand I pick up the decanter to refill our glass again. However, this time I don’t bother filling it up, barely at all actually. Only enough for her as I take the decanter to my lips and start to drink from it directly. “Otto!” “ Really?” Yes Lhea really, but this isn’t the first or last time she has seen me drink like a drunkard so after that she gets to nursing her own drink while she sits in my lap, giving a slight grind to her hips every once in a while to tease me like she always does. She’s the only woman that teases me and gets away with it, a secret well-kept from the outside world. Frankly what we discuss isn’t all that exciting. I always ask how she is with her boytoys though. She has so many young men wrapped around her fingers it almost impresses me. Most young men in Ul’Dah aren’t used to seeing such features in a woman, and a Miqo no less that knows how to dress and maintain themselves – they stand no chance. She will always ask me how my whores are doing; one to be demeaning about it but it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. She is right; some of them are indeed paid whores. Sometimes a man doesn’t care about the chase, and cares more about getting exactly what he wants in exactly the right way. When you pay true professionals of the craft the amount of money I do, you always walk away satisfied – assuming you can walk when it’s all said and done. Even though what we discuss is rarely terribly interesting, we’re friends and friends take the time from their busy days to speak to one another. Soon enough Lhea rises from the water, usually flicking me with her lion-shaped tail once, as she saunters behind me sitting on the edge of the tub to massage my shoulders as we keep talking. Lhea is a small woman so she has to use both hands for one of my shoulders, but we both know she loves doing it. She has a deep-seated passion for masculinity and loves to see me without much on. Though that feeling is mutual and the less she wears the happier I am. Its about that time I can tell. I glance over to my ridiculous looking Carby clock and see that the day is growing a bit short. I’ve got people to do, things to see, and places to be. With a heavy sigh I let Lhea know that for now I need to be off. “Going to spend time with a slut I bet”. For once she’s wrong. I just want to get out of my room, I awoke hours ago and it’s time for me to get dressed, look my best, and let the world know of my presence. [To be continued...]

I should be a part time sultan sworn. I've got the uniform and attitude to go.

Reported for no NSFW tags. Enjoy your bannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn Cris

Strip club

I'd never tell her, but I really just wanted an excuse to start drinking, heavily. As I walk over to the tub she knows the drill well enough to disrobe herself, revealing her swimsuit underneath. I knew she'd be wearing it its half the reason she came over. Seeing her brown body in its black swimsuit is so refreshing. Still though the thought of seeing that dark brown, dark haired beauty in next to nothing gets me to stop in my tracks if only for a moment as I breathe deeply through my nose, exhaling as I look her over fully. She really does take care of that figure, better than anyone I know. I waste no time in setting the decanter and glass on the corner of my tub as my hands deftly reach for my belt, pulling its buckle loose with ease, not even needing to look or use more than one hand anymore. A quick tug to the clasp holding my pants up, and at once they fall to my feet as I step out of them and once again re-enter the water. Lhea wouldn't mind seeing me in the nude but I opt to leave my smallclothes on. Besides if I know her the first thing shes going to do in stand in front of me as I relax on the bench, giving me a moment to admire her before taking her place on my lap as we start to drink in earnest. As usual I'm not wrong and she sits in her familiar spot, landing on my with a bit of a hop, as I pour the glass full of the deeply aromatic amber colored liquor and immediately drain half of it. Two full sips, drinking the 'expensive' liquor with no pomp or circumstance, eager to let it mix in with my 'sugar' from earlier enhancing how I currently feel. She takes the glass from my hand after I am through and just barely takes a sip, the contents of the glass hardly streaming into her mouth as she twitches her ears, still unaccustomed to drinking something heavy, especially this early in the morning. Eager to lose a bit more of my sobriety, I cup my hands, holding Lhea's with the glass in her hand as I bring our hands up to my mouth, draining the rest of the glass at once. Approximately four onze's of liquor in moments. It sits on my stomach with a heat as it all goes down, churning my breakfast about. I won't lie, even someone like me who drinks enough to kill lesser men, even with much all at once will make the stomach go into turmoil. I always drink too much too fast, but I'm a busy man with little time and I have a need to not be sober most hours of most days as I work and womanize, socialize, and terrorize those who need it.

"Otto!" she says as I open the door and match her gaze. She doesn't ask to be let in she typically leaps at me from the doorway as soon as she can, embracing my waist in a typical hug. This always prompts me to wrap one arm around her upper body, near her shoulders, and hug back with one arm as I use my free hand to pet her hair - always eliciting that purr she's perfected. After a moment passes she pulls away slightly to look up at me , smiling even with her eyes as she intentionally runs a finger from the start of my chest, down my abdomen in full to tease at me. I just love it when women throw themselves at me, even friends. It does something to the male ego that is worth cherishing. Before she gets a chance to speak I always ask her if she's ready to melt in my mouth like a good chocolate cat. This always get a laugh out of her and "Sorry, but you're a slut". Well she isn't wrong, but I don't get offended by her loving description of me. I've even come to appreciate it. "No ones around to talk to, so I'd thought I'd drop by my fav highlanders' place for some one on one time? You know talk and stuff like we normally do...". I can talk, I love it when she comes over to talk. Why? Its usually a good excuse to see her in a swimsuit as we spend quality time in my tub, soaking in the heat and discussing whatever comes to our minds. That and I know she has a bit of an infatuation with large men like me, and loves to rub my shoulders. Hard to say know to a woman like this when they want to put their hands on you even if it isn't lascivious. I waste no time pulling away from her as I turn to walk back across my room to my Star Globe that I have sitting beside my main couch. Its something I put together myself, though admittedly I hired a an immensely skilled painter to adorn it with the various constellations in the sky and their relative locations are surprisingly accurate. This though, isn't your typical globe. I've made it where it opens up, breaking at the equator to reveal a few choice liquors in crystal decanters that I bought at some auction held by the Patricians of Ul'Dah. These decanters are one of the few things I own that I did not personally craft, my pride and ego won't even let me wear socks not produced by me. I reach for my favored cognac, something palatable for us both since Lhea isn't a terribly heavy drinker. I only need one glass though, we don't mind sharing from the same glass as we sit and discuss whatever we feel like. [To be continued...]