Listen Up, I'm in control...
{Who pulls the stings around here...}
❝Hairy_Carpenter❞
{My Name is...}
❝Ovander Archer❞
{See Me..}
{My age...}
❝95❞
{Master or Mistress...}
❝It‘s okay, I don‘t mind that you‘re an idiot. I‘m a Master.❞
{My Race is...}
❝Goblin❞
{Which do I prefer?}
❝Bisexual❞
{Who controls the show...}
❝I control it, I am the Dominant one.❞
{Before you displease me...I like...}
❝snakes, sweets, gardens, treasures, weapons.❞
{If you want to make me happy, don't do...}
❝live birds, blood, his own pain, defiance, jerks.❞
{My Powers..}
❝Ovander is unnaturally strong and fast. He can do small enchantments to control someone‘s mind, but it tires him out really quickly and he doesn‘t enjoy it.
{Ribbons I Prefer...}
❝he doesn‘t have a preference. He‘ll take anyone who interests and amuses him.❞
{My Story...}
❝Ovander had the luxury of a life in a rich human family. His parents, which were goblins, swapped him as a child with the child of a rich entrepreneur‘s wife, making him a changeling. His easy life was only hindered by the odd goblin growth spurt and occasional raging tantrum that tore apart his room and shook the house. He stopped having these when he was ten years old. As a gobling who thought he was human he trained in athletic events because of his ‘natural speed and strength‘. He did track and field, wrestling, kendo, martial arts of many different kinds, and much more. He was never satisfied though, until he hurt someone. It happened for the first time in kendo when he broke his partner‘s nose with his wooden sword. Something about the grunt of pain, the guy clutching his nose, he loved it. He raised his sword for more as the guy took off his protective mask, and Ovander saw the spillage of blood. This time it had the opposite effect. It repulsed Ovander to the point of retching up his lunch on the mat when he got to close to the blood. Blood gave him the heebie-jeebies. Unfortunately for him though, the impulse to hurt people in his goblin blood usually required blood, and the knives he loved to collect and play with always brought blood out of people. It was an odd thing for a goblin to be afraid of blood.
He had discovered his race when he was 18. With the acknowledgement of it he halted the human aging process at the strongest point in his body’s life. With the new knowledge his strength and speed doubled, and he killed his parents in joy. Later he wretched like a drunk man and left. Somehow he made it look like an accident that had nothing to do with him, using the new ability he‘d discovered that manipulated other people‘s minds, and inherited the estate and money his ‘parents‘ had left him.❞
{If you must know something else...}
❝He likes to perform painful practices on his slaves, but sometimes he‘ll show a hidden genuine act of kindness to them. He says it‘s from seeing blood or trying to protect his property from others, but he has a way of saying it that makes you think his motive is more than that.❞
❝Hairy_Carpenter❞
{My Name is...}
❝Ovander Archer❞
{See Me..}
{My age...}
❝95❞
{Master or Mistress...}
❝It‘s okay, I don‘t mind that you‘re an idiot. I‘m a Master.❞
{My Race is...}
❝Goblin❞
{Which do I prefer?}
❝Bisexual❞
{Who controls the show...}
❝I control it, I am the Dominant one.❞
{Before you displease me...I like...}
❝snakes, sweets, gardens, treasures, weapons.❞
{If you want to make me happy, don't do...}
❝live birds, blood, his own pain, defiance, jerks.❞
{My Powers..}
❝Ovander is unnaturally strong and fast. He can do small enchantments to control someone‘s mind, but it tires him out really quickly and he doesn‘t enjoy it.
{Ribbons I Prefer...}
❝he doesn‘t have a preference. He‘ll take anyone who interests and amuses him.❞
{My Story...}
❝Ovander had the luxury of a life in a rich human family. His parents, which were goblins, swapped him as a child with the child of a rich entrepreneur‘s wife, making him a changeling. His easy life was only hindered by the odd goblin growth spurt and occasional raging tantrum that tore apart his room and shook the house. He stopped having these when he was ten years old. As a gobling who thought he was human he trained in athletic events because of his ‘natural speed and strength‘. He did track and field, wrestling, kendo, martial arts of many different kinds, and much more. He was never satisfied though, until he hurt someone. It happened for the first time in kendo when he broke his partner‘s nose with his wooden sword. Something about the grunt of pain, the guy clutching his nose, he loved it. He raised his sword for more as the guy took off his protective mask, and Ovander saw the spillage of blood. This time it had the opposite effect. It repulsed Ovander to the point of retching up his lunch on the mat when he got to close to the blood. Blood gave him the heebie-jeebies. Unfortunately for him though, the impulse to hurt people in his goblin blood usually required blood, and the knives he loved to collect and play with always brought blood out of people. It was an odd thing for a goblin to be afraid of blood.
He had discovered his race when he was 18. With the acknowledgement of it he halted the human aging process at the strongest point in his body’s life. With the new knowledge his strength and speed doubled, and he killed his parents in joy. Later he wretched like a drunk man and left. Somehow he made it look like an accident that had nothing to do with him, using the new ability he‘d discovered that manipulated other people‘s minds, and inherited the estate and money his ‘parents‘ had left him.❞
{If you must know something else...}
❝He likes to perform painful practices on his slaves, but sometimes he‘ll show a hidden genuine act of kindness to them. He says it‘s from seeing blood or trying to protect his property from others, but he has a way of saying it that makes you think his motive is more than that.❞
Owns Kiani
