Character Biography:

Manticore Girl is a hostile character that can be encountered in the Foothills once the Champion is at least level 2. She loves the thrill of fighting, and will be disappointed if her prey surrenders immediately, although she won't turn down a free . She also has a big lust for big milky tits, evident with her visits to the Pupperidge Farm.

Appearance: Eight feet of curvaceous and well-toned woman sets an impressive figure... and cuts a far fiercer one when it's combined with batlike wings large enough to lift such a towering woman. When her hips shift you make out the swaying of a humongous tail ridged like a scorpion's, but instead of a barb it ends in a sealed bud more reminiscent of a peach. Stepping away from bats and chitin comes the far softer addition of thick white fur resting both between and above her cleavage, settled around her shoulders like the trimming of a cloak. That same thick fluff covers her elbows and knees, leading down to arms and legs of dark purple fur that end with giant paws.

She clenches and squeezes those oversized mitts until rows of razor-sharp dagger-like claws snikt-snikt noisily into view, although you catch the briefest glimpse of thick pale pads and large toe-beans. The remainder of her feline assets ends in the form of big pointy cat-ears with fluffy little tips. Pulling your attention away from her exotic affectations reveals a beautiful and shapely female face with a warm blush, wide and bright pink eyes, and pale white-pink hair hangs to her shoulders in a mane of windswept bangs.

...Judging by the way her claws snap in and out once again, she's probably not going to be gentle. Considering she shifts her stance and reveals a dangerous tent nearly a foot long by itself, that seems like a fair bet.

She's a manticore, eight foot of curvaceous and well-toned woman, with giant batlike wings powerful enough to lift her muscular body. From behind all you can see is her massive heart-shaped ass and ridged scorpion-like tail, along with that fact that instead of a toxic barb it ends in a shielded womanhood that drips with lusty chemicals. Of course you know what the rest of her looks like from the front-on. Her elbows and knees are adorned with thick white fluff, which also makes a collar-like mane around her shoulders ending in a cute tuft above heaving tits. She has a neatly-toned abdomen, and thick fluffy cats-paws for hands along with furred and clawed feet. She has an exotic and feminine face along with pouting lips and pointed fangs, giant pink cat-ears atop white-pink hair, and last of all despite her feminine features is a foot of thick swaying kitty- adorned with soft springy nubs.

Biology: Manticores are an extremely tall and universally feminine race of arrogant amazons that seem to have at the same time features of a great cat, a scorpion, a bat, and a human female. Each towers above most races, and their sexual dichotomy exists solely of females and hermaphrodites. While possessing humanoid upper torsos and upper extremities, the similarity ends there. Their oversized forearms and lower legs are covered in thick layers of fur, their hands and feet adorned with supple, leathery pads, and where fingertips and toes should be, there are instead deadly daggerlike retractable claws that make a distinctive "snikt" sound when splayed.

On top of these intimidating features, great batlike wings sprout from their backs, allowing for quick and agile flight that lets them easily outmaneuver the rare creature that can't be felled by their wicked claws. The final odd feature that sets them apart from other races is a long, plated scorpion-like tail that sprouts just above their chiseled rears. However, strangely, instead of ending in a stinger, the end appears to be a fleshy peach. This secondary sexual orifice produces extremely potent pheromones which allow the manticore to easily bring even the strongest-willed foes quivering to their knees.

Reproduction: Manticore copulation happens much the same as humans, with the caveat of hermaphroditic members of their race being able to both be the dam and the sire. However, reproduction itself is much accelerated as compared to the race of Man. Pregnancy lasts a mere three months, where afterwards the mother births a live young manticore.

The race seems to breed true, a fact that fuels their natural arrogance even further. No true half-breed has ever been reported, with the spawn simply taking minor characteristics of the non-manticore parent instead, such as eye, skin, or hair color. Manticore children also grow up nearly four times faster than the human norm, and children raised outside of a manticore harem have been observed to have an innate grasp of combat and pride, speculated by scholars to be a type of hereditary instinct. Thankfully, it seems manticores have a rather low fertility and are sparse as a rule, else the world would quickly be threatened by a race of fiery amazonian she-beasts bent on collecting expansive harems.

History: Perhaps the most odd part of this august race is their almost non-existent history. While there have been pictograms found from the oldest civilizations depicting manticore women stealing men and women away from their homes, manticores have never founded great cities or created their own tongue. Rather, they seem content to live out their long lives collecting lovers and trinkets, and ignoring the world at large. Perhaps their very nature of isolationism is to blame, as they do not seem to enjoy the company of their fellows.

Society & Culture: Manticores are individualists in the extreme, being that when they come of age, they gleefully abandon their mother's nests and seek out territory of their own. Indeed, adventuring heroes have defeated powerful manticores whose nests contained near 200 harem members, none of which have been other members of her race. Any recordings of manticores being sighted together outside of a mother/daughter coupling have just been ones of violence and strife, where one will beat the other into the ground. However, it seems no manticore has ever been seen killing another, simply throwing the cowed victor out of her territory with threats of worse punishment should she ever return. It seems manticores are a violently territorial race, with members of other races seen as simple playthings and sources of amusement, and members of their own as annoying threats to their domain.