OK boys and girls here's the RP finally. Alright here's how it goes. You can be any fantasty type species you can think up from the D and D world. Which there are quite a few of. Now this does include some were characters but I don't want everyone to be one of those just to be an anthro. Anyway aside from that diapers and baby stuff are most definately allowed and if you wanna give said items magical powers that's fine too. ^^

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species:
Rank: (Ranger, Knight, Mage, That sort of thing.)
Weapons:
Diaper status:
Appearance:
Bio:

Name: Sover Arabafin
Age: 80 (Which is like 15 for his people)
Gender: Male
Species: Drow. (Dark Elf)
Rank: Sorcerer
Weapons: Crossbow, Rapier, Long Sword
Diaper status: Wears em 24/7.
Appearance: Sover has black skin, Silver hair with red tips tied in a long pony tail in back. Wears some Blue robes that don't always hide his diaper well. (Pic to come.)
Bio: Sover is a fairly nice person from one of the Drow cities in the Underdark. He left to have an adventure and further his magical might. Sover's diapered due to an incident when he was young of being bitten by a very poisonous snake while away from the city. This incident weakened him and caused his need for diapers. Luckily has has a bag of holding that was enchanted to never run out of diapers in whatever size he needed. A gift from his grandma. ^^

He's not going to be babyish persay but he is going to be a padded char, if that's fine.

Name: Ezekiel Snakefang
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Tiefling
Rank: Rogue
Weapons: Two knives, a shortsword and about 5 throwing knives in his belt
Diaper status: 24/7 but hates to admit it
Appearance: Looks like a human but has pointed teeth and red eyes. He wears a long shirt and fitting breeches that hide his diapers fairly well but the noise is a problem since he's a rogue.
Bio: His family was one of the many royals who took the oath of power and thus were mixed with the demon's power and became Tieflings. He began adventuring as a way to escape his cursed past and dislikes talking about it. He's padded as a side-effect of the black magics and nightmares he has has made him wet the bed, a thing he can't seem to stop.

Name: Arlin Linolepul
Age: 35 (Still within his teens physically )
Gender: Male
Species: Half Elf
Rank: Bard
Weapons: Rapier, Dirk, Lute (Not necessarily a weapon, but a tool of battle no doubt)
Diaper status: Dependent for the most part, but use them for 24/7 simple a clean option, but is less then open about it
Appearance: Lean, somewhat pale, about five foot six. He wears classic elf apparel, a green tunic, along with a cloak, commonly draped over to hide his diapered area. He also wears an elf made cap, made to look like a leaf.
Bio: Arlin was raised by two unusual parents, an overly studious human father, and a wild child elf mother. These two unusual characters found love with one another, and soon had a son, namely Arlin. He was always taught that a healthy mix of both study and action could accomplish anything and to also be open minded. His diaper status was due to a nasty curse by a dangerous Ex-boy friend of his mother, he’s been told it could have been much worse.

Ok now lets get this one started up here. We're starting out with out characters meeting at an inn.

Sover sighed as he paid for his room and walked into the common lounge area in the inn. He was reasonably certain he was just charged more then most were because he was Drow. But he was used to it. He sat down in a chair with a slight crinkle to relax.

Ezekiel walks into the inn, his red eyes gleaming in the firelight and he heads up to the inn owner and orders a room, tossing the innkeeper a pouch of gold and then settles into a chair at an empty table with a crinkle, ignoring the mistrustful stares. He was a tiefling, so he was used to it. The innkeeper took his money grudgingly, after all money was money. Ezekiel just wanted to relax was all. He gazed around the room impassively. It would be a long night...

Arlin strolled into the inn, dumping a good bit of gold from his cap onto the counter, the inn keeper giving him an odd look, the half elf only smirking holding up his lute “I’m good.” Was the only thing he said as he lowered onto a seat, his cloak wrapped around him tightly, deafening the crinkling sound he was making. He glanced around the room. “Huh it seems I’m not the center of attention, that’s a nice change.” Alrin said with a sigh, relaxing.

Sover sat in his chair thinking about the day's travel. It had been rather dull and uneventful. Well for the most part. He passed a caravan and got fruit thrown at him when he tried to ask how close he was to an inn. As he sat there his thoughts slowly drifted back to the lounge room and noticed the other inhabitants of it and gave a casual wave to them waiting for one of them to speak up first. Letting someone else make the first move was always a wise choice.

The tiefling looked around the room silently, watching a half-elf with a lute walk in and merely watched him with his glowing red eyes. Musicians were commonplace to the former noble but they were always welcome. A Drow waved to him and the others around him who took little notice but that was one of the only friendly gestures he had gotten for some time and he was thankful for it. He headed closer to the dark-elf. "Need somethin', elf?" he asked in a slight hiss-like tone, given his pointed teeth.

Arlin glanced at the Drow seeming to give a wave; he couldn’t help but smile a bit, the Tiefling soon after walked over to address the drow. At that instance Arlin’s curiosity got the better of him, it was rare to meet a drow in these parts, and a friendly one was almost unheard of, but it COULD happen, so he would give the benefit of the doubt. He strolled over slowly and gave a friendly wave in answer to the first. “You two are attracting quite a bit of attention, anything I can do to assist such brave outcast?” Arlin said in an upbeat tone, trying to show he had more mind then the average person of the realm.

Sover looked at the two. "Um could both of you back up some. Not to be rude but I'm not comfortable being so close to strangers. Especially anyone with surface elf blood in there viens. No offense but often I'm met with hostility by anyone related to them. Half blood or not." Sover told them looking mildly uncomfortable. "As for what I want I was just trying to be friendly. I know Drow and Trieflings are often held in the same regard by others. I'm certain the inn keeper raised his price for the both of us."

The tiefling nodded and moved back a ways. "I understand about the uncomfortable feeling...being a tiefling makes most wary of us, dark elf or not. And it is true that we are both held in similar regard to most. It is good to finally meet a similar outcast." He didn't smile but his lip curled upward in a half-smile, keeping his teeth hidden. He turned to the singer. "You could get me a drink if you are willing to help so much..." he said with another half-smile.

Arlin simply shrugged with a smirk on his face “Understandable I supposes, honestly most drow treat my no better than some mongrel hound. But you seemed nice enough, it’s not as if all drow are nothing but evil Drizzt Do'Urden for instance.” Alrin said with a cool smile moving back a little, then turning to the Tiefling. “I supposes I could see my way to doing that, after all the ignorant mass that reticule you and such are the easiest to sway and empty their wallets, it’s more as if this drink we’ll be on them eh?” Arlin said with a chuckle, signaling for a bar maiden.

"Yes. He was one of the few Drow who I think had a good head on his shoulders who wasn't only concerned with mostly his own power." Sover smiled to Arlin. "Yes it would seem the three of us are all outcast in once sense or another. Bring on the drinks. We'll drink to our good health and to the fall of the bigoted and the ignorant."

"Ha, all fools are easy to steal from...especially drunken ones." Ezekiel said with a wink. "I know from first hand experience. Three outcasts in a big world...sad, init? But at least we have each other, eh mates?" He leaned back in his chair with a crinkle but the bar noise drowns some of it out.

Arlin took the drow’s words as an invitation. “Yes, yes to good health!” Arlin said sitting down with his own crinckle, he then muttering under his breath “Mostly…” Arlin than smirked as drinks were handed out. “Oh I never steal I simply charm the simple minded into forking over the gold, it’s much different.” Alrin said with a chuckle and a wink, a bit pleased to be accepted by such interesting travelers.