One of the supreme existences in North and Central America as well as in Aztec Mythology. In mythology, he is a gentle god who loves peace, and it is said that he bestowed many blessings to the humans. The meaning of his name is โWinged Serpentโ or "Feathered Serpent". It is said that he is called the god of wind, spirit of rain, the god of culture, and the god of harvest and life. There is also a legend that he is a Sun God who governed the sun for a time.
A god of peace and tranquility. Now, Quetzalcoatl is an enigmatic elder sister who is addicted to lucha libre. A gentle god who guided to prosperity and with affection, the lovely humans. A gentle god with a famous legend. Basically, human beings are the subjects she watches over in the near future, and whether they are people who points their blades or whether they are people who believes in themselves, she thinks about how one should not kill thoughtlessly. A bright optimist. However, a faithful optimist as well. She surely has a smiling face that makes the sun apparent in the hearts of men, and that she surely believes in opening up a path to a happy era, not letting that brightness be extinguished no matter what kind of crisis there is. An elder sister with a very big-hearted spirit, a broad-mindedness that is like the earth, and a bright and passionate disposition that is like the sun.
Nonetheless, her thought criteria and the scale of her existence is that of a godโs. Quetzalcoatl cannot capture everything on the same scale of a human beingโs, and may even sometimes pass a cruel and brutal judgement as a result. She is without mercy to opponents considered a disaster or a foreign enemy, displaying a terrifying facial expression. For most things, Quetzalcoatl endorses communication and prosperity with a smiling face, saying that โit is wonderful everybodyโs fineee, so this elder sister is happy!โ, but she becomes displeased when talking about alcohol and Tezcatlipoca. This person deeply regrets that she was defeated in the battle with Tezcatlipoca, while simultaneously, she feels a lot of resentment as a result. Rather saying that sheโs angry at Tezcatlipoca, she becomes โsullenโ towards her powerlessness in defeating Tezcatlipoca, who is the spider, and that Jaguar deity. Regarding โalcoholโ, it is the biggest reason why she was defeated in the battle against the former Evil God, and although she wants โno moreโ, she drinks without thinking in order to encourage herself, even now. Only a small bit will get her drunk, and she will state what she really thinks with her โbad selfโฆโ And then, she becomes unconscious, having no recollection of it
The particulars on how Quetzalcoatl got addicted to lucha libre (professional wrestling) is quite simple: she ended up seeing lucha libre during a time when she was summoned into some age, and that overwhelming shock since then made a very strong impression even on her main body sitting on the seat of gods, or so it seems.
OOC: Salutations! Thanks for the add. I hope we can be roleplay partners and good friends. I would love to hear what type of genres you often prefer to see if we can brainstorm together.ย From what I see I could possibly see the possibility of them either meeting in past times where I could even see things being where she is the one that sets on a better path from his parents' evil influenceย behavior after a voyage to the Americas or a modern setting plot where she happen to meet his current self in his place of work, the library, and upon seeing the half serpent creature she could take an interest in him. Those are just ideas I came up with off the top of my head though with what I know from your profile. I'm fine discussing something else more fitting. Just wanted to come ready with ideas instead of only small talk.
"UHH, I KNOW IT ISN'T MY PLACE TO ASK THIS BUT..ISN'T THAT CLOTHING A LITTLE TOO...REAVLING? I'M NOT SAYING IT LOOKS BAD--EVEN THOUGH I HAVE NO EYE FOR FASHION. JUST WORRY."
Hopefully, she conveyed her words correctly.ย
O O C : Thanks for accepting my request. Quetz is my favorite character, and I'm not saying it because I'm hispanic.ย
Anyway, let's discuss a story together. A GBF x Fate storyline sounds fun.
Lara was filled with shaky breathing, her head swimming with desire, she felt faint but fully awake at the same time. She was sure her heart was beating a mile a minute. Soft needy moans escaped her as the Goddess licked along her! Then when the slap came in Lara squealed! Her toned behind jiggling like it should. The explorer peeked over her own shoulder at the Goddess who was aligning herself โ and Lara had to suppress a moan of want and urgency! Then, it happened! That beautiful c*ck filled her! A gasping moan left the explorer! Long and filled with raw lust! Her brown eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body trembled with pleasure! Eagerly she pushed back on the c*ck that stuffed her! A mixture of pleasure and pain but she knew it would all blend into pleasure once her body adjusted to the incredible size within her. "God... yesss! I've missed this! I need this!" Lara was already trying to bounce on the c*ck! "Make me have your babies! As long as you never stop fucking me!" She cried out with want!
Lara visibly shuddered when the Goddess's tongue made contact with her sensitive, soft skin! She smelled fresh, vanilla and scented oils, and the unique semi-sweet taste of the explorer herself! Her legs began to tremble lightly and her breath was already coming in raggedy! "I've!" She gasped in between words! "Dreamt of you! Of!" Another lusty gasp! "This! You taking me! Anywhere! Any time! Planting your seed deep within my holes each time!" Its true, Lara has been plagued with filthy lewd dream after filthy lewd dream, all with the Goddess having her way with the explorer.ย
Lara gave out an excited gasp! Her body visibly shuddering with pleasure upon being touched! There was no histation! She was moved as she was needed and when her small shorts were pulled down along with her thin thong, her bare British puss was glistening with leaking desire; an inviting little hole, ready to greedily milk the Goddess's mighty love-tool. "...I might be, really,ย reallyย tight.. the last time was with you.." The British explorer nervously bit at her lower lip.