BIO: Jennie is the local blacksmith and is a special race of humanoid known as a Tigress. She is roughly 6’9” and has two lovely tiger tails swishing behind her large masculine thighs, curved hips, and voluptuous bosoms. She does not like being told “no,” mostly because she was part of a royal tiger tribe.

WORLD: The world, no, the UNIVERSE you will be in is called “Hyu’Gyah,” which in the old tongues means “sleeping life.” This world is believed to be the dreams of the spirits before us, high above this realm in the Royal Processions.

The Royal Processions are a massive, cloud-born realm filled with lovely green beds where the celestial bodies of every life to ever be born reside. Once death kisses their mortals lives, if they have earned the favor of THE ATLASS.

THE ATLASS is a gigantic silver planetary being that watches over the entire realm of those who rest and dream of mortal life. Upon the God’s surface is believed to be a realm yet discovered called “the silvery kiss.” Only one has truly seen this realm.

However, there is a chance one may not be worthy of such a heavenly fate. If that is the case, if the soul is not of worship or of fervor, you will see in death the unforgiving realm of the Hindews.

The Hindews are a maddening place, filled with scorching sands and melting mountains, ruby red ruins filled with holy artifacts and desert beasts. This land is a second life, a chance to prove one’s self worthy of the realms above by defeating several beasts of the lands. These trials end with defeated the monster known as Gyakora: a gigantic scorpion woman with lobster-like pincers and the eyes of thousands of humans who fell to its personal hands. She is the queen of this realm.

Finally, for those who were not kind in life, those who did not care, those who are said to be the bane of all existence, you will awaken by being abruptly shoved out of your bed and forced to fall into the world of The Alé’Bashdah.

The Alé’Bashdah is a maddening, swirling metal ball with a single opening to a pit of flesh, heat, and acidic bile. This realm is for those who were blinded by lust, by greed, or by gluttony, forever devoured by hungering demons, or used by succubi in towns of black bricks, or entrapped in golden shrubs, reborn as lavished gilded trees. Those who were of violence, of sadistic nature, or of forcing their gluttonous acts onto others for showmanship, are damned to the outer shell of this cosmically large shell of metal, forever to be rained on by the storms outside the pot’s bowels, frigid winds blowing upon their nude forms, thrown around by hurricanes of rain. Those here are hunted by violent frigid harpies made of ice, their queen being the two-headed vulture, nameless in legend. And for those who were treacherous, for those who betrayed others, and for those who were of the purest of evils, they will be thrown into the storms, out of the realms and into the dark beyond, where their souls will be turned into thunder strikes, never to be heard from again.

This world’s faith is in the belief that no soul lives forever. Nothing is immortal, even in the afterlife. Souls are birthed from THE ATLASS, her very shell being able to leak with ectoplasm. She is the one true god, often spoken as “the dreamer,” the one who dreamed the realms and the worlds.

This is the base religion of the Tera’o’Gardien, the Tree of Goodness.

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Scenario 1 - Helping a tiger (slice of life)

Scenario 2 - Tigress hunt (enemies)

Scenario 3 - Make it your own!