Introduction

---

A Note.

"Wasn't she already here?" Yeah. I was. I was here for maybe three days and then deleted my account because I wasn't happy with the way things were going. Hell, when I did it I didn't expect to ever come back. But I figured something out: it was my fault. I came on too strong as a newbie and probably turned a lot of people off, and I hurt the people who tried to help me find my footing. I won't ask for their forgiveness, because I frankly don't deserve it, but I will apologize: I'm sorry to those of you who tried and I pushed you away. I have a history as a writer, but I'm pretty new to roleplay like this and I got intensely overwhelmed. That coupled with some personal and ongoing mental health struggles meant that I was a real piece of shit to some of you. I hope you continue to thrive, even if our paths don't converge again. That being said... I'm going to try to be more open to feedback this time around. And I'm going to work harder to earn the ability to play my character the way I'd like to - as an egotistical trash-mouth bitch you love to hate.

---

Uber-hot pop princess by day...

'Sup, losers? If you don't know me from my amazing music, you might know the scandal caused by my music video for my song 'Feather'. The Christians got all upset at me for daring to serve cunt in a church. Not during mass, or anything. I rented it out for the video. I know, scandalous, right? Honey, you don't know the half of it...

Darling of the ring by night...

Yeah, that's fuckin' right. When I'm not selling out shows or making a killer album, I'm bending little masochist sluts in half or beating them stupid for an adoring audience as 'Feather' - also known as the Luscious Lightweight or the Merciless Mistress of Mischief! My sultry sex appeal and intense natural star power - plus a secret penchant for dishing out pain - make me a natural fit for the ring, no matter what kind of fight I'm kicking ass in.

So why not come play...

You never know what ring I'm gonna pop up in next. One night I'm dominating some numb cunt in a boxing match. The next I'm twisting some moaning, tarted-up jobber in knots in a professional wrestling match. And on special nights... well... I'm sure you've heard whispers about the raunchy, underground league hosted behind that pink door at the strip club downtown? Yeah, I'm there too. And I'll have you craving my fingers up your needy little coochie for weeks after I'm done.

You'll be out like a light!

I'm going to ruin you during the match. That much is obvious, and I know it's what you're here for. But why should my fun stop there? Maybe your dumb ass agrees to a stipulation match. Or maybe there are rules behind that pink door about properly satisfying your dominator. Or maybe, just maybe, I'll make you show the world in some other way just how inferior you are to me! The possibilities are only as limited as your widdle imagination, so get ready for a world of abject humiliation!

Wrestling Finishers and Signatures & Other Gimmicks

prfct (FINISHER): Your head spins as you lie on the canvas, your heaving chest barely still restrained by the thin fabric of your top as you squint against the blinding lights. You're fading fast, knowing you can't take another dropkick like the one I just leveled you with, my pink boots slamming into your chest and knocking the wind out of you as you flew backwards and crashed to the barely-padded plywood of the ring. Then, you realize. I haven't come to follow up yet! You lift your head just in time to see me vault off the top rope, twisting in mid air before my ripe, toned cheeks come crashing down onto your face! You're stunned on impact, and I grab your ankles, lifting up just enough to trap your legs under me before sensually grinding my ass back down onto your face as the referee slides in to count the pin... 2... 3... ding ding...
-
Thumbs (SIGNATURE): I don't know how you've done it, but by some miracle you're actually winning! I crash down hard on my back as you deliver me a nasty slam, knocking the wind out of me as I arch my back, letting out a borderline-pornographic moan of pain. You drag me up by my hair, and I get desperate! I quickly stick a thumb in my mouth before reaching around you to wedge that thumb up between your spandex-covered cheeks! You feel the blood rushing to your face as you release me quickly, allowing me to ram my knee up into your abdomen just barely north of a low blow as I whisper in your ear: "More where that came from, bitch."
-
Sue Me (GIMMICK): It's been a long-fought match. The tantalizing sheen of sweat stands out on both of our skin, and we're both breathing hard as we stare each other down with borderline bedroom eyes while circling each other with slow, deliberate movements. Then, I lunge in to strike! I wrap my arms around you and bridge backwards, managing to take you by surprise enough to lift you despite my... underwhelming strength. A thought hits you as you sail through the air: Wait. This can't be. Can it? It is! You realize just before impact that I've stolen your finisher! I slam you down and hold you in place for the pin, your face burning with a flush of humiliation as I win against you with your own move...

STATS

Strength: 8/20 - I'm 5'0" and I weigh just over 100 lbs. I am not lifting a bitch without the elements of surprise, leverage, and momentum on my side! Tests of strength are gonna be a no-go too. Better guard your snatch if you offer one!
Skill: 16/20 - This is where I shine, baby! I'm gonna bend you six ways from Sunday and make you wish you'd never fucking heard my name!
Stamina: 10/20 - Middle of the road. I'm a petite girly, and though I'm all sexy-toned bod and casual superiority, I'm probably going to struggle in a longer match!
Sex: 18/20 - The more, the better~ I'll make you soak your stockings so hard you forget what dimension you're in, sweet cheeks. Don't you worry about a thing.
Striking: 14/20 - I can box! I'm no Muhammad Ali (too white and too femme), but I can still float like a butterfly and sting like a bee-otch!
Strategy: 15/20 - I mean, I'm like, for sure smarter than you. I usually have a strategy going in, and I'm good about adapting on the fly!

---

OOC STUFF

So firstly, boys: do not ask me for a match. I will say no. This bitch is for the girls! If I want a match with you I will ask for it! Thanks! Next, let's do a li'l list of my match type preferences.

1. Professional Wrestling: Yas, bitch! This is my shit! I'm going to twist your cute little body in a knot, and you can either tap out or beg. Beg good enough and I might just let you try and earn your way out~ I like to get handsy during my matches, so let's try and work out how far the line is for you before the start of the match.
2. Boxing: I mean, you've seen the pictures. I am down as fuck to knock your ass out and serve 10 kinds of cunt doing it. We can work out how erotic we want things to get, but as a baseline I do like a little taunting/teasing of downed opponents through stinkfaces and other fun stuff! Obviously, the count doesn't start until I back away ;)
3. Sexfighting: Depends on how you define it. I'm fine with a trib duel or whatever, but it's not my fave, babe. It's a little dull. I prefer sexfights that put more emphasis on the "fight" part. Erotic wrestling, essentially!
4. Catfighting: Miss me with that shiiit~ It's boring!
5. NHB: Listen, I know some of y'all throw this around as a sneaky way of saying "catfight" to try and get around people who don't want to catfight. If you challenge me to NHB, I'm treating it like a particularly brutal wrestling match. IDGAF about your bitch-ass slap fights and hair pulling.
6. MMA: Dunno how to do it, don't really care to learn. This goes as a blanket for any other martial arts as well like karate or judo, etc.
7. Dice match: Um, fuck yes! I'm a busy queen and sometimes a full on scene is too much. Let's roll up some dice and see who's lucky!
8. Death match: Proooobably not? We'll see, this one will be vibes-related.
9. Grappling: Sure, if you wanna do slightly less interesting pro wrestling, let's do it!

I want my profile to be a living, breathing record of my time here, so let's come up with a way to reflect the fact that I kicked your ass! I'll be keeping a record, obviously, but like... I want a more fun, flavorful way to do it too! So, yeah, limited amounts of profile play are for sure a go for me. Speaking of records...

RECORD: SABRINA "FEATHER" CARPENTER

0-0 The Beginning (A very good place to start)

Last login: 2024-08-23
Start of membership: 2024-04-18