Theft comes in all shapes and sizes in the world of Thessyr. Picking a pocket is theft, of course. Nicking a jewel from an unlocked dresser, definitely theft. Mercenaries claiming the spoils of war is theft too. Talking a red-faced, steaming barkeep down from charging you full price for you and your mates on the condition you clear out? Hmm… feels like theft. Extortion at least. Taking coin to work for both sides of a conflict and rallying with the victor? Not sure it has a name but certainly slimy. How about taking coin to only operate in a certain area but nonetheless treading outside of that boundary to find quality targets. Well, the stealing from those targets is obviously theft but what about keeping the coin we’re not honoring? Squatting in an empty estate while the owner’s off, theft? Running off with a lover’s heart, and purse, while keeping your own feelings resoundingly to yourself. Again, the purse clearly theft, but what about the heart?

I’m Daexendor, elven thief extraordinaire and high-ranking member of a band called the Cyliri Stags (a breed of deer local to my home kingdom of Emera known to pilfer shiny objects, nowadays especially from humans, to show off to their mates. A strange bunch). Those who know me call me Dae, Day, Night (these bastards always think themselves terribly clever), Daxy, Dolly, Dandy, Captain (I quickly tell the recruits to drop this), as well as Thief, Pickpocket, Bastard, Fucking Bastard, Scum, or for others that know me on still other terms Baby, Girly, Whore, Slut, and so on… I stand 5’8” and possess milk white skin all along my lithe yet muscled figure, my platinum blonde hair curling its way down to my shoulders. (My genitalia is preferably up for discussion as whatever works better for you works for me), and a pert, plump rear.

For now I deliberately omit a descriptor of this band because what our business is precisely varies by the day. Officially, and the only time you will actually see our insignia, is as a highly capable mercenary outfit able to swaying battles in our employers’ favor. But we’re rogues all, continuously on the lookout for ways to accrue coin, the most effective continuing to be theft. Being capable mercenaries brushes our shoulders with all sorts of wealthy persons, incapable of carrying everything to their name themselves and in need of a helping hand— or so says I. Sometimes this theft is sponsored, more often it’s ‘free lance,’ many times it involves seduction, taking more than what we’re owed from lands our employers have pillaged as well as making off what those same employers carelessly leave behind, and several of our members at a time sneaking their way into an estate stuffed with treasures.

And if not for me we might have been crushed by now. At some point I became the diplomatic face of our outfit, running interference and admitting to enough that we seem credible yet little enough that we don’t outlive our usefulness. (I suspect it's somehow related to my high-elf pedigree-- even if he's yet to admit it and knows I abhor most of the isolationist fools of my kind). And of course ‘negotiating,’ often times in low-lit backrooms of castles, state houses, bounty offices, and surprisingly often bedrooms (this being something I’ve sworn my handful of assistants to secrecy about), to make sure rather than sending us to a dungeon they do their best to reimburse these nagging nobles, reminding them of the duty we’ve done for them elsewhere— a load of troll’s piss. There’s no guarantee we honor these promises, though a great deal of the time we may, but the important thing is to keep tabs on these concerns, to manage them. Poke too many wyverns at once and one’s bound to burn you.

But as for my own credibility as a rogue, I’ve stolen as long as I can remember, having reached 40 or so by now, a few years into adulthood by elven standards. Everything from tawdry trinkets to clothes to ships to jewels to the more outlandish. An ogre an enemy force hoped to unleash on us nicked and turned back on them, a soon-to-be-dethroned Duke’s crown, even the wedding bed of a noble girl who had just recently discovered her fascination with elves. What most of my band already knows about me is I enjoy stealing itself. The thrill of the deception in some cases, the rush of navigating detection, and the satisfaction of running off with whatever I really ought not to have. Quickly, however, I grow bored of what I’ve made off with. I don’t have a castle of my own to fill with spoils, only those I steal from do. The process of stealing is what’s worth doing, the reward is having done it, not the sparkly circlet or the pouch of gold— though it helps to have enough on hand to live a decently fulfilled life. You’ll note as well most of these descriptors sound as though they apply best to solo-thefts, and they do! Despite my acting as the most respectable of this bunch I make time to indulge my bad habits, professional enough that these don’t end up blowing back onto the Stags.

However, thanks to my official role I can only spend so much time thieving, spending the rest “placating” those powerful enough to make our lives far more difficult. Most of these people merely want a little kick-back, others a promise to keep out of their lands from here on, others still a consistent, more intimate relationship with me. To ensure future good relations between their interests and the Stags.

I do my duty, of course. And sometimes I rather greatly enjoy this duty. Usually I make off with a ring, an earring, or a heart they’d never meant to lose their hold of— just to remind myself and to show them it’s hard to tame a thief.

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Well then, what do I want out of this? That’s really the question and unfortunately I don’t know the answer. I took advantage of this theme to wring some more creativity out of myself and I think it’s turned out rather well. Suffice it to say this: You can be any of these cohorts I’ve alluded to or someone entirely new! A member of my band, new or old? A long time lover? A new lover? The proprietor of a bounty office who I need to convince to take down the posters concerning some of our members? A royal looking to hire us? A noble sure we’ve stolen from them? Dae is terribly busy and there’s plenty of places this can go. Maybe you like me as I am, maybe you think you can finally hold this slippery thief down (metaphorically or literally, of course.)

Please come with a character idea in-hand, something concrete and quirky which allows us to have a good bit to write about back and forth. Your stern, stereotypical King who just wants those damned thieves to stop thieving is less fun than one with their own complexities.

Moving onto the kinky bits, I’ll say first of all I’m pansexual, a switch and vers (despite my largely submissive post history) so there are plenty of options.

As a Sub: I like stealing, getting one over on others, even prodding at their sense of security and control, but I also like losing that control myself. Though I’d never in a million years tell my fellow Stags that. I’m skilled, capable, prideful, of short temper, and yet still with a soft interior kept separate from that which was forged in the hardened life of a thief and capable of being drawn out by a confident dom. Once you finally meet this mercenaries’ diplomat might you get an itch to make them fall for you? To twist them around your finger? Or simply want to have a night of control over me, a way of showing yourself you’ve still won in the end? Hell, maybe I'm out for a quick score one night and bust into an estate currently holding a nobles' sex-party.

Some kinks that might work well here in my view are facesitting (receiving), cunnilingus (giving), public play, teasing (receiving), edging (receiving), sloppy blowjobs (giving), rimming (giving/receiving), anal training (receiving), anal (receiving), femdom, chastity (receiving), crude gags (on my character— torn clothes, underwear, rags), creampies (giving or receiving), non-con/dub-con (as the victim), body worship (giving or receiving— cock, ass, pussy, feet), light bondage (receiving), forced orgasms (receiving), musk, sweat, orgasm denial (receiving), exhibitionism/voyeurism, age gaps, feminization (receiving), interspecies partners, breeding or breeding talk, emasculation (receiving) humiliation (receiving), spanking (receiving), insults (receiving, barring slurs), blackmail (receiving),lots of cum/precum, groping, squeezing, me begging, size comparison, frotting, strap-ons (wearing or receiving), being entirely nude or dressed up femme during sex, species play (i.e. Elf-centered talk) and probably more!

I know that’s quite a lot and I even went to the trouble of specifying in what direction everything goes but I mean it when I say nothing is required! Quite a lot of these are covering the bases of different gendered partners. So long as the general theme of “penetrating the prideful thief’s exterior” (heh) is involved, however otherwise vanilla, we should be able to have some fun!

As a Dom: Another option that I take this role very seriously, careful to never fully lose control to anyone. I’ve a duty to fulfill to my commander and I intend to use every tool in my toolbox to fulfill it to the letter. When I leave you’ll have forgotten all about being upset over what was stolen, and probably having had even more stolen out from under your nose for good measure. If I’ve done a particularly good job you’ll contently ask for another visit from me, even if you discover more missing afterwards again. I’ll put a disclaimer that I won’t likely be a particularly cruel dom so if that’s what you’re hoping for you may want to look elsewhere. Also, this doesn’t mean I’ll be retconning elves to be overall more masculine in appearance, akin to humans, and instead I will still be a rather androgynous top irrespective of genitalia and so on.

Kinks that apply better here for me are lingerie, stockings, clothed sex, receiving long blowjobs, giving or receiving rimming, giving facials, giving teasing, giving anal, gags collars and/or leashes on subs, giving forced orgasms, giving orgasm denial, age gaps, interspecies partners, cheating, exhibitionism/voyeurism, lots of cum, creampies, breeding, humiliation, foot play, spanking, and more! Same goes as above that nothing is required so long as the generally dynamic of submitting to this thief suits you.

But What About Story?

For this prompt I’m looking generally feeling a fairly even 50/50 split between smut and story, though I think it lends itself rather well to being heavier on the story side depending on the route we choose. Negotiations can run rather long of course, as can military campaigns, leaving little time for sex but I'm confident we'll make the most of it. And the opposite is welcome as well. Maybe the kingdom we currently occupy is far from the nearest Elven hold, making me quite the desirable catch among all those encounter. It's good not to have to spend too much gold but I can't seem to stop aching...

Also, I’ll say that while it may seem as though I’ve thought through this world a good bit in reality what you see is what you get. That’s not to say I don’t want to world-build, really the opposite! You won’t step on my toes by tossing in concepts, races, nations, cultural customs, magic, and anything else at home in a fantasy setting like this.

I'll also note that the 'reckoning' in the title merely indicates I'd prefer what we play out not to be 'business as usual' for Dae. Maybe the scale of the debt we're embroiled in is larger than ever before, or your character wants more from my body than those before you, or you find yourself wanting to give more of yourself to me than anyone has before. Hell, maybe our Commander has been knighted and so the stakes of my role have merely raised significantly.

Addressing The Enby In The Room

I wanted to take some time to assuage any concerns you may have about writing with a 'non-binary pal', do note though that this is me speaking for myself and Daexendor’s character and not at all for other enby’s and at least not necessarily for my other characters.

Daexendor is written as an enby and I tend to approach this in such a way as not to specify sex, genitalia, etc., as I don’t have a particular preference yet acknowledge others very well may. I’m flexible! Similarly, any pronouns are fine for Dae.

I think I’ve written just about enough though, right? Should you be even more a masochist than I am though you can get to know a bit more about me in my DPP Profile before shooting over a message. And I am very eager to read your message!