I'm the man your momma warned you about, Kitten.

Name's Huntar. "Hunt", for when you're moaning my name. You've heard about me— the rumors say I'm dangerous, a menace, and a beast. That I make knees weak, adrenaline flow, and clothing disappear with a penetrating gaze and the flash of my fangs.I ain't for everybody. You have been appropriately warned.Still got your attention? Good. Let's slake that curiosity of yours.

A charmer, a disarmer.

Master, owner, dom daddy, beefy companion, casual fuck, lover, underground moshpit owner, ex-Queensblade-turned-bodyguard and resistance fighter— I'm all these and more.I'm a living paradox— living hard and fast with the quintessential, rugged "Bad Boy", Big Dick Energy; but those privileged to peer beyond The Indomitable walls see a heart of gold.

You think I was always like this? Nah.

I'm now but a shadow of the man I was. They once called me "The Indomitable Wall of Bozja".Oh, how this Wall has crumbled, Kitten. The story? C'mere on my lap and I'll tell ya.

Definitely too good to be true.

You may be wondering, "How could such a perfect man exist?"I don't at all. Between you and me, I'm just a figment of some brilliant person's imagination.

Age and race
• 40, HrothgarGender and sexual preferences
• Cis, heterosexual male
• Rewards good boys if I feel like itRelationship status
• PolyamorousProfessions
• Formerly Queensblade to Queen Lunya, Steward of Northern Bozja (pre-Bozjan Incident)
• Formerly Captain of Bozja's Blades, Master of Counter-Intelligence (pre-Bozjan Incident)
• Bodyguard for hire
• The Bozjan Resistance, Rank: Major
• The Landsguard of Tural, Adviser
• Underground bar owner at The Lion's Den MoshpitInterests
• Gunblade techniques, guns and weapons in general
• Alternative music, playing the aetheroelectric guitar
• Alternative lifestyles (i.e. BDSM)
• Woodworking and metalworking
• Riding out to the wilderness on bike
• Brawling
• A good cup of black coffeePersonality keywords
Charismatic, a commander of attention, suave and debonaire, a man of honor and duty, protective, dominating, a lust for control and obedience, haunted with grief, struggling with war-related PTSD, possessive with his lovers, thinks too much with his dick, hedonistic, lustful and lecherous, loud and a public nuisance, brooding (in private), strategic and calculatedKinks
I'm strictly a Dom that takes the lead and total control over my subs. My girls say I'm on the rougher side, but hell, I think I've been holding back. Domination, Total Power Exchanges, taming, disciplining, owning, commanding, and inflicting pleasurable pain's the name of my game.Want to play? See my Kinklist.

Lore (History)

[OOC: This segment was first written at the creation of Huntar as a character. He has since progressed in his narrative. As a follow-up, you may read his story in the present here.]Raised in the midst of the last bastion of the Bozjan Resistance before its imminent fracturing, my life was but an object in service to my clan's Queen. I was both her shield and blade; her protector from Garlean attempts to snuff out her life, and an executor to end those who dared plot against her.In my formative years, I was trained in the art of the gunblade by none other than Radovan the Undaunted himself, who was of wide renown for being a formidable tactician and Queensblade, a man who I once aspired to be, and up to this day I consider as a father figure. He was a relentless mentor, his training onerous that I often found myself coming back to on the ground, and fur doused in blood.Garlemald's iron fist continued to pummel on the Bozjan resistance, and the day I had feared had become a reality — Garlean forces slowly but surely encroached upon my clan's citadel, forcing us to flee towards neutral nations.I could not keep my Queen safe.In our efforts to flee, the enemy had caught up to us. My lifetime of training, of broken bones, and of torn muscles were not enough. I was not enough. They had bested me and my comrades, pierced through my eye, and in the madness of it all, they finally killed her right before my blood-tinted eyes. The very one I would lay my life for, my symbol of hope... I watched them drag her lifeless body away, like a piece of hunted meat.Later on, I awoke to hear of Bozja's subjugation under the Garleans and the decimation of my clan.I had nothing to come back to, no one to protect. I no longer had a life in Bozja. No purpose and meaning.I became The Lost.In debauchery, in drink and in between women's thighs were my only solaces. When I drank and fucked, I momentarily forgot my home and my Queen. As if, if I chased women, I could run fast enough so that my past and mistakes could never catch up to me.I'm sorry, Kitten.If you're looking to be loved by a broken man such as me, I tell you now that I can't. I loved my Queen and she loved me. Of all the others she had the pick of, she chose me. I had loved her since we were young, and dreamed of being her protector and lover until I would die.I can't give you my love. It isn't fair to you. The next best thing I can give you is companionship and pleasure, and if you're willing to have it, then for now let me lose myself in you.And maybe, one day, I need not forget anymore.

[OOC: Written after two-and-a-half years of active RPing with various RP partners, Huntar's story has metamorphosed. I only felt it right to write this segment— an update of sorts. While he's still outwardly a hedonist with a devil-may-cry attitude, he has been deeply changed by his RP partners in meaningful ways in intimate spaces. This is in part, his love letter to them.]It's been a while, hasn't it, Kitten? Two damn years since I first told ya my story.I'm a different man now. The same still; and yet, different. I don't even know where to begin.I found myself a family. A rag-tag crew of miscreants just like me. They're a pain in my ass most of the time, but they're my pain in the ass. Heh, they could say the same thing 'bout me, but I gotta be the one to keep everyone in line. I have to. I care about them. Time and time again they got my back and I got theirs, even though I'm no longer the great man I used to be.I got my girls. You. Since I met ya, you've told me you've loved me, even though I wasn't ready to love back— even though I fled every urge to love you back in fear that I'd come crumbling down the moment I'd lose you. You still chose to love me, unconditionally, for the broken man I am— a man so broken and failed I thought I wasn't worthy to be loved. You made me your home. You gave me your heart. You lent me your power. You helped me build myself up once more, brick by brick— your mortar holding me and the shattered shards of my being together.You made me The Indomitable Wall again. And I'd been called to become Bozja's Blade and Shield, joining the ranks of The Resistance as its Captain. As we had reclaimed The Alermuc Fortress, we'd dug for records of our Queen's lineages in hopes of reviving our Monarchies. But, a truth kept secret struck me in the face— pierced me: I didn't only lose one soul when my Queen that I loved died——I lost two. I was going to be a father, Kitten. A father. Could ya imagine...?Perhaps, it was knowing this that I fought harder— hard enough that I'd sacrifice my own life for the cause of Bozja and for the daughter I couldn't hold; and perhaps die an honorable death to see them in the Aetherial Sea in a final act of redemption.I died once in the fiery fields of Bozja, among the rotting Garlean corpses and gnarled Magitek metal. In the threshold between life and death, at the entryway of the Aetherial Sea, my Lunya stood there, waiting for me. Welcoming me. With our child. They were beautiful, Kitten. I begged for forgiveness from my Queen for the failed Blade that I was; yet, she told me that there was nothing to forgive.And... the sweetest voice rang in my ears, my sweet daughter. "Papa," she called me. I regaled her with stories, finally saw her giggle with the citrine glimmer in her eyes just like her Mother's.......until I woke up to the beating of my heart, revived by trusted companions on The Southern Front. Heh, it seems, I'll have to continue on living so that one day I can regale my daughter of more stories when I finally see her again.I'm rambling, aren't I, Kitten?You can say I've got a better life now.Though, I'm still afraid. Because fear exists when a man stands to lose what he loves; but you have taught me— you, my Queen and my daughter, my family and friends taught me— that I must continue to live boldly despite the fear. That it is fear that drives me to be the protector of those that have entrusted themselves to me. It is the fear of loss that makes me The Indomitable Wall that I am, to continue fighting until my last breath so I can keep those that I love safe.I don't know what the future holds for me, Kitten. I'm still not perfect. I can still be haunted by the shades of my past. There are still truths I must uncover. A nation I still want to rebuild, a Bozja to see greatness once again and be home to children just like the daughter I would've had. But I know that life is tenuous. That I could lose you or the others at the blink of an eye. But I live each day of my life wanting to be a better man for you and for everyone I hold dear.And that's all thanks to you, Kitten, and your love.

Lore
(The Present)

I'm the worm living inside Huntar's brain controlling his every thought and thrust.I'm from GMT +8 on JP. Been a tabletop RPer of 11 years and FFXIV RPer of 2.5 years.I've been living in Hunt's head for a little over two years now. My real personality is far from his. While he's flirtatious, unabashed, hedonic, kind of a sexual tyrannosaurus, and in your face, I'm quite aware that it's easy to step on others' boundaries being that I RP him in-game, in FFXIV-related discords and on his Twitter all of the time. Making someone else uncomfortable is the least that I want, so please let me know VIA IN-GAME TELLS or TWITTER DMs respectfully and immediately if I should dial back on the RP. Many misunderstandings can be cleared out amicably this way.That being said, for any collaborations, inquiries about Hunt's services, or salacious propositions for him, you may reach him over at his Twitter.My RP style
⁍ Ranges from casual to immersive, with immersive scenes averaging 3-4 hours
⁍ Mostly intimate scenes tied in with lore
⁍ Third person RP.
⁍ In-game RP only
⁍ Prefers replies < 10 minutes, 1-2 paragraphs per responseThemes I enjoy in RP:
⁍ Sex and kink, romance
⁍ Violence
⁍ War and its impact
⁍ Alternative lifestyles
⁍ Bozja lore
⁍ Comedy and mayhemThings I'm not comfortable to RP about:
⁍ Same-sex relationships (Respectfully, I don't want to be presumptuous and assume how gay relationships work)
⁍ Non-consensual sexual acts (But hey, I like a good consensual non-con scene)
⁍ Casual racism (Hroth in RP community? Hard mode.)My personal boundaries:
⁍ I have more than enough RP partners. While I try to entertain everyone, I'm only one dude and am more selective with long-term RP partners.
⁍ I've abused my hands RPing almost daily for the last two years. Now, I limit my scenes to 3 hours.
⁍ I am not looking for an IRL relationship
⁍ Please stop trying to "turn" Hunt bi. Believe me, I tried.
⁍ Don't harass my DMs when I don't reply immediately.
⁍ Please do not ACTIVELY find my IRL details. I value my privacy.

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