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Jillian Lei - NE Sorceror 5/Frost Mage 4/Fate Spinner 3

 

"Gonna cum? Huh? Let it out, big boy. Mmmmm... Pump me full of that... information..."

 

Backstory:

Like many others in the city, Jillian Lei awoke to the world in a sewer drain. She would have died of exposure if not for the compassion of the madam at a nearby brothel. She blossomed into an attractive young woman, and was put to work servicing clients at the ripe age of nine. She showed aptitude in the tantric arts, gaining the stage name "Wynter" due to her icy, yet sharp demeanor. By the time she was sixteen, she had had countless men (and more than a few women) and due to her preference for bare-backing, 4 abortions.

 

Jillian's skills proved useful outside the brothel. She proved to be a master manipulator and spy, which caused her to fall in with the local Thieves' Guild. The tattoo between her breasts symbolizes her status as an enforcer. She further supplemented her skills by tapping the powers of magic; she accidentally became a Frost Mage after being fucked nonstop in a 24-hour gangbang, in a blizzard, on a Druid holiday (Frostburn, p. 58). She's still learning her way around the arcane, but she already knows how to bring her greatest assets to bear in an instant.

 

Personality:

Unknown. Jillian's eyes are perpetually set in a deadpan expression, belying the lack of emotion in her constant smiles and sneers. She is cold and distant, with no one to confide in. She seems calm at all times, and no one on record has seen her mad or sad. She can fake an orgasm 100% of the time.

 

Appearance:

15 years after leaving the brothel, Jillian is tall, curvy, grey-eyed, red-haired, and is almost always clad in white. Since joining the Thieves' Guild, she wears her tattoo in full prominence: a lion rampant embossed with a “3” is proudly displayed on her chest. She is usually found grinning, garbed in her street-wear. A scanty garment that could hardly be called a blouse clearly displays her stacked rack to potential clients. Her midriff lays bare, but her curvy hips are clad in a short skirt that barely covers her upper thighs. Below those, she wears leather, knee-high heels (usually using a mild form of levitation for balance). She also wears a superfluous little cape - its purpose is a mystery. She smells of old wharf and dried semen.