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First Druid and (now former) Chancellor of the Springtide Clan. My rank seems to be a joke upon my Jack-of-all-Trades nature. If you have a skill you're interested in, it is likely I have dabbled in it, if not mastered it. And if not, I can always learn. Don't let my age deceive you, I'm still a quick study. Interested in playing the game, but in no rush. I've not fallen through worlds before, I plan to enjoy my time before Myddvai calls me back.

My Future Plans

Why, it's no fun to share those, is it?

My Talents

Reading, writing, painting, string instruments, hunting, tracking, trapping, fielding game, butchery, cooking, swordplay, archery, navigation, battle tactics, economics, mathematics, bookkeeping, lawmaking, diplomacy, leadership, teaching, academic study, alchemy, experimentation, fitness, medical expertise.

Various magical disciplines. I specialize in studies and of the soul.

My Ideal Partner

Why, my wife, but she's unfortunately no longer with us.

Height 6'-2" (~188cm) Body Type Lean, Fit Smokes Yes Drinks Yes Drugs Yes Sign Savory Education Highest Achievable Occupation Chancellor Income ??? Children No. Pets No. Hobbies Journalling.

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01. WINE OR BEER

WINE/BEER

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

CLOWNS/MIMES

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

SHOWER/BATH

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES/NINJAS

.05 TITS OR ASS

TITS/ASS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

COFFEE/TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

SPICY/SWEET

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

SUMMER/WINTER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

LEATHER/LACE

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH SEX/GENTLE SEX

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Source: The Great Lodge, God of War Ragnarok

Sherwood's Suite is located on the Ace & Jack level floor. He has no door, having removed it entirely. His room is always open to visitors, regardless of his being around or not. The space is mostly a large, single space with all his amenities. The only separated out room is his private bathroom, which he keeps locked.

Of note, he has a wood burning hearth with various, rudimentary cooking supplies. There are multiple, large desks with various scrolls, journals, and books strewn about. Bookshelves and storage cabinets line many of the walls. Painted artwork, tapestries, and drawings are also haphazardly about the space. He has a low, wide, and plush bed cot tucked in a far back corner. It had a curtain which can be pulled around to give some privacy, but he won't be found sleeping in it.

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[ It's bigger than he would've expected, but he doesn't look intimidated. You live for long enough, you know enough wizards who are really into shape changing and you live in stride. ]

Haa... trust me already?

[ Not a bad choice, for this, at least. He starts licking down the length of it, getting used to the taste and prepping to take it down his throat in a few minutes. ]

You've put some trust in me, [Sherwood purrs back, reaching a gloved hand to card through Nero's bangs, pulling back along his scalp with a massaging motion. Gentle and encouraging affection to match the find attention he's being granted. Nero's tongue soft and slick, Sherwood awaiting the warmth of his mouth,]

I would be remiss to not offer as much back. [though he will just take a blowjob and not at all reciprocate, if Nero gives him the out to be so selfish,]

[ He doesn't really care if he gets reciprocation. That's the kind of thing that matters when there's a real relationship there to work with. In his mind, this is nothing more than a transaction. An exchange of cards, though he imagines a two isn't that difficult to come by.

Instead of answering with words, he takes Sherwood's cock, inch by inch. Looking up at him, maintaining eye contact for just a moment before his gaze darts away. Somehow looking at him feels more intimate than sticking his cock in his mouth. ]

[Sherwood likes himself some 2 ranks, which says a lot about him.

He also watches with a pleased sigh as Nero sucks back his cock. It would be impressive if the man could take his full length down, most don't even bother attempting unless there's something to prove on the line. The flash of eyes contact is met with lowered eyes, steely grey in dark contrast to the pale silver of Sherwood's hair. Only a moment of that, though, Nero's gaze darting away. Sherwood chuckles softly at that, carding fingers through the other man's hair with a pantomime of affection, teasing,]

Don't look shy now.

[ Some people are really into power play. Maybe too much?

He sucks on that dick, even with how huge it feels in his throat. Kind of grateful it means he doesn't have to say anything in response, keeping his gaze elsewhere, as he massages the length he can't get down yet.]

[If there's no power play than Sherwood is simply disinterested. So, yes, too much.

He lets a long, satisfied sigh as Nero opens his throat up to take him back fully. Impressive? Definitely. Surprising? Less so. What kind of a chef or mage doesn't have a certain level or oral fixation, after all. Sounds fake.]

All the way back, even... haah, keep going. [Sherwood could really relax into this. Hopefully Nero has some stamina and isn't just impressive upfront than loses steam quickly at the act. He's a older man, okay, it's not exactly quick to make him cum in most situations.]

[ Not all chefs, what an incredibly wide brushstroke you're painting here.

Nero's six hundred something years old, and he's got plenty of patience to get through. Provided you're not his ex. It's not a problem to keep slowly taking in the shaft until he eventually bottoms out.

He'll probably bruise his throat like this, but healing himself doesn't take that much work. ]

[Just what Sherwood does, make broad and sweeping judgments.

At least he's locked in to Nero's performance and his alone, about now. He smirks coy and his voice is more gruff than usual. Nero will make diligent work of him yet, it seems,]

You're showing off... how attractive and flattering. [Nero gets more head pats for that, the gesture about as affectionate as it is degrading, a fine balance for Sherwood to strike. Frustrating without being worth turning him away over, or so he believes.]

[Brave to do all that when there are teeth around his dick.

That said, Nero's mouth is too full to complain. He also has so little self respect to begin with. Pride is something that really doesn't drive him.]

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[Brave and low key a test. Nero is either strangely dedicated, hates owing people, or doesn't value himself all that highly. Or some combination thereof! All are traits Sherwood likes plenty, they make for easier manipulation, once he can really pinpoint the vulnerability for what it is. He'll seize on it then.

For now, he's just taking an annoying amount of time to come. He'll get there eventually, thanks to Nero's dedicated attention. Sherwood's grabs at his hair without quite holding him still, following along with Nero's motions still,]

Close, just like that- [He'll his peak with a couple more dedicated bobs of Nero's head. While he won't hold him down on his dick, he'll nudge for Nero to take the load onto his tongue rather than pull away. More satisfying that way,]

[ Out of the three options, it's the third. Self-respect is for people who aren't him. At a certain number of centuries, people have simple coalesced into whatever they're going to be for the rest of time.

Very much for the worse in his case.

He's unbothered about staying on his knees until he's finished, taking the come and swallowing it. Getting back up, and talking like all that didn't just happen. ]

Gonna be a while longer until the stew's done.

[Sherwood finishes and Nero is so prompt with being done it's impressive. Just right back to it, like nothing really happened. What a funny guy... It takes a few panting breathes for Sherwood to be so composed, but he smiles at the response. Unphased, huh?]

You're welcome to make yourself at home, in the, in the meanwhile. [he should tuck his dick away, now that that's settled! If getting cards is as easy with Nero as turns out with others, Sherwood might want to slow his roll to enjoy this place a while longer than absolutely necessary. No reason to rush back home to the dark underground.]

[Continued from over here]

[Sherwood peels his shoes off and crawls upon the mattress. Resting on his knees, his antlers tickle at the enclosed ceiling. The bend of them sends a brief shiver down his spine. Sensitive things, in many ways, those branches. Charlie joins him and makes his order, getting a wider eyed look from Sherwood than his usual, casual command.

Eyes that speak to a calculating curiosity. He seems to run to numbers on that, or rather, run his desires by himself. Is that how it's going to be? Taking commands in his own bed?

Impulse wins out. He shrugs his shirt off with a dutiful obedience. Been a while since he accepted another man's lead. He's rather thrilled at the prospect,]

Why, I encourage you. Be so bold. Greedy partners have always suited me.

[Because greed is very easy to manipulate with giving and Sherwood is very giving when need be. He sets his shirt aside neatly and his body is in fine shape for his age. Clearly, a man who was once exceptionally fit. His physique has diminished to more lean than muscular, but druid magic meant he was largely unmarred from scars and age.]

[For a room designed specifically with Sherwood in mind, it has a bit of a low ceiling. Charlie wonders if the older man anticipated doing more kneeling and laying in his bed than the display he's putting on now - then, the question. Why is he being so indulged?

Not that he'll question it out loud, Charlie enjoys the control.

His eyes trail over the horns jutting from Sherwood's head - he saw that shiver.]

Heh, then I think we'll have a good time... [The promise of being indulged, rather than the man's body, entice Charlie's words to take on an airier tone. He reaches forward, splaying fingertips over his partner's neck. They trail downwards over chest, curling away just before his navel.]

Leave your pants on and touch yourself. Get yourself worked up. [He delivers the orders firmly, confident and eager all at once.]

[Sherwood rolls his neck and shoulders as Charlie's hand falls over him, smiling at the touch. A smile that falls away into a purse of lips at his denial of further attention, diverting it to Sherwood self pleasuring. Interesting, not bad in the slightest, throws him just a bit off kilter.

Which he likes. Sex could be tedious if done too ordered. Sherwood admired those of a more chaotic spirit, especially in pleasure.

Still, he's not exactly obedient. Sherwood follows the instruction at first, reaching to his own cock and palming himself, making a show of it. Then, he's reaching for Charlie in turn, wishing to feel him up at the same time, teasing back,]

Now, now, is that how you like it? Your partner wound up while you're left out? [Sherwood wants to entice him, close that distance, not give him all the power.]

[As Sherwood's hand travels downwards, Charlie's lips part. Mouth open just enough for his tongue to be visible as it runs along his teeth - a tell of his satisfaction. He watches the way fingers spread and how the weight of the man's cock shifts under them.

It's a good show - too soon interrupted.

His back straightens when he's touched, not in discomfort but a simple physical reaction to the sudden burst of sensation. His hips twitch, more interested in the hand on them than Charlie notices.] What, is this part of you tryin'a spoil me?

[Curled, Charlie's knuckles caress down Sherwood's arm until they brush the side of his hand. There, he shifts to lace fingers with the man, cutting off the contact.] I was thinkin' your show could get me goin', but if you're lonely...

[Charlie reciprocates the attempt to close the distance, stretching his neck upwards to speak as closely to the man's ear as he can.]

Then tell me exactly what you want to do to me. [Charlie is keen to power shifts, and he has no intention of making its erosion easy. He was told to be bold and greedy, after all.]

[Ah, finger lacing.

Sherwood makes a face, a cutely taken a back expression. He has a whole thing about his stupid hands and his stupid gloves. A fussiness that seems to pass by and go unrealized. He gives a tentative squeeze of his fingers along Charlie's before pressing their palms fully together.

He decides it's fine.

He'll allow it.

(Being worked up is why. Sherwood will throw out just about any principle he holds if horny enough.)]

[He steadies his expression, smothering that vulnerable look to one of better focus. The power play between them is engaging, he wants to keep pushing and pulling. His push is literal, pinning Charlie's hand in his down into the mattress and crawling over his lap to straddle him. Sherwood keeps his hips off Charlie's lap, still caressing himself in his free hand, as directed.

He wants for plenty and shamefully so, something of a prude with sex until the moment it comes to having sex. Then, he's got just about no impulse control. He tips his head to Charlie's ear to whisper back, blunt in tone rather than his usual coyness,]

I want to ride your stiff cock until I'm fully satisfied.

[With his lips to Sherwood's ear, Charlie is too close to see his harried expression. But he doesn't need to. Tentativeness is so far from what he's come to expect from this man that its stark contrast is immediately obvious. Charlie's grip shifts, curious, but only for a moment before the man firmly entwines them.

Something for later.

Now, Charlie acquiesces to being pushed onto his back, his arm twisting to comfortably maintain their grip on one another.

His eyes dart, for a moment, from his horns to the ceiling. Will this guy get too enthusiastic and scuff himself on it? Charlie can't make out any current scratches in the wood, and with heat from the man's voice on his neck, the curiosity fades with a shudder.

His jaw keens into Sherwoods, nuzzling the crown of his head.]

That sounds a lot like me, indulgin' you. [The words are a protest, but he's clearly amused. More so than his voice in how his free hand loops a thumb beneath the hem of his pants to pull them down his leg.]

You want to ride me, you gotta give me a hand. [A double meaning, as he stops trying to disrobe himself. He'll rely on Sherwood for the rest of that.] And-

Let me kiss your fingers.

[Sherwood is going along with all of this until that very last insistence. There's a lurch to whatever motion he might have been in the middle of, like he's slammed on some breaks. To which he promptly flushes entirely red and responds immediately- nearly speaking over Charlie, even,]

Absolutely not.

[.... but he is hornt up so, whoops, maybe he's being too reactive. As if this explains anything, he adds,]

My gloves stay on. [Unless entirely necessary! Or his magic is getting involved! Which- it really shouldn't need to!]

[Well, that's unexpected - cute. Charlie's intent had been to slowly overwhelm the man with the assumed sensitivity of his fingers, not elicit an outright fluster. Not that he minds the surprise.

Charlie's grin only grows as his demand is renegotiated, head tilting on the mattress beneath. His hair, so rigid with pomade, is starting to get disheveled.]

Aah, let me kiss your gloves, then. [He'll concede, but there's a devious crinkle to his eye. The only reason Charlie is relenting is because he thinks he can still get a reaction out of sucking on covered fingers.]

You're fixated on this now, aren't you? Tt, tt... [he's a sucker for that devious look, though. It spells trouble and he's always turned on by trouble.

Clear by how hard he is in his slacks, being palmed by his other hand. Sherwood offers, with a sigh!, his other hand... kiss away.]

I only take them off... to use my magic.

[Eyes narrowed in eager greed dart to Sherwood's crotch. As he thought, the man's enjoying this teasing. Charlie wonders if he can leave him shaking from his fingers alone.

Fixated indeed.

When fingers stretch towards his lips, Charlie leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to outermost knuckle. Then, the side of a finger. The side of another finger. He nuzzles from fingertip to palm before his own hand comes to wrap around the man's wrist.

A firm hold, so he can tilt his palm upwards and press a kiss into the flesh under his thumb. His tongue flicks against the fabric beneath, small nip following the affection.

When he speaks, it's into the wet spot he's made beneath.] If you wanna ride me, you're gonna have to take off my pants, right?

I'm not doin that for you. [He's too fixated on the prize against his lips, after all.]

[At that, Sherwood turns the hand in Charlie's grip and just... pushes his gloved thumb straight into the other man's mouth.

He hooks into one cheek with it, tugging with a playful annoyance. The fabric might catch on any potentially sharper than average teeth, but oh well. His glove is not going to tear just from that. Proper faesilk is basically indestructible,]

What are you doing for me? I need two extra arms just to juggle your demands.

[Charlie would love to answer that, but there's a fucking thumb in his mouth. There's no real severity behind the way Charlie's eyes narrow beneath creased brow - he's simply trying to communicate the ridiculousness of making an inquiry and preventing the answer.

It's something he'd do.

One side of his mouth peels back, a wide grimace as he works his head to the side. Molar digs with unserious argument into the flesh beneath, as if he could keep it trapped there.

The only real response he can offer is a demonstration. Charlie rolls his hips beneath Sherwood, half-hard cock grazing against the man's thigh through the buffer of their clothing. He's fucking you! That's what you wanted!]

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my ocs both being oddly cute with Charlie and that's so funny to me

its great heh

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