While I only recently published the first build of the game publicly, I have been working on the world and characters of Paardenrust for far longer, and I have a large backlog of detailed characters bios I’ve written to help me flesh everyone out in my mind.

My patrons have had access to these–and the rough concept art for many of them–but now that this itch page is up and running nicely, I have a decent place to start posting them publicly :) So I’m gonna kick it off with the bio for Nabo the rhino–and the character design for him, why not :)

And finally, note that none of this is final. I’ll be tweaking things forever, based on ideas I have, or feedback from others, or just random chance. Not that I expect Nabo to stray too far from this sort of character; every porn story needs a good brat ;)

Bio

Nabo is an eighteen-year-old rhino, and he’s not happy about it.

Born in Paardenrust, he’s lived in the town all his life - and hates it. Everything about it annoys him. His quietly comfortable family, who seem perfectly happy to live out their lives as tailors, certainly don’t help. He doesn’t want to be a tailor. He can’t imagine why anyone would.

He hates the way nothing interesting ever happens in Paardenrust. He hates having to listen - raptly - to the stories that tourists tell in the pub, while only being able to dream about experiencing them himself. He hates not having the means to leave and make his own way in the world. He hates the idea that he might be stuck in what feels like a dead-end town forever. He really hates how his second horn is taking so long to grow in; he thinks it makes him look like an immature little kid.

Nabo is eighteen, and he’s curious.

He wants to leave Paardenrust and explore the world. He wants to visit exciting countries, and meet different people, and see things nobody in his family could imagine. He wants to be the one to come home and sit in the bar and tell stories to make people listen in awe. He wants to be the one that’s different, and special.

When he learned that a group of malefics and other non-conformists were living in a commune in the forest near Paardenrust, he became obsessed. Here is a group that were exactly what he so desired to be: different. Sure, not necessarily in a positive way if you asked most people, but he doesn’t care. He wants people to look at him, and if that meant associating with types that most considered suspicious at most, then he was fine with that. And sure, the commune refused to have a child hanging around them until he turned eighteen - but he’s eighteen now.

He hangs out with the malefics every chance he gets. He’s not one of them, but he wishes he was. They tolerate him with the half-heartedness of people who aren’t truly responsible for a stranger, and he gets to pretend he’s part of a group he’d rather be one of than his own family.

Nabo is eighteen, and he’s a little shit.

His parents were loving, but not firm. Nabo, as an only child to a species that rarely has more than two children in their lifetime, has been somewhat coddled. And as with many coddled children, he’s become accustomed to pushing limits and getting his way. The other people of the town don’t put up with his shit nearly as much as his parents do, but he is partially tolerated under the banner of “he’s just a kid”. “Kid” is not a moniker Nabo is happy with in the slightest. As an eighteen year old, he knows he’s got things all figured out, and all those fucking adults with their “rules” can fuck off.

Especially that asshole quagga.

Character

Nabo is eighteen, and he’s horny.

He has only one thing on his mind from the moment he wakes up, to when he falls asleep with cock in hand: sex. He can’t get enough of it, and mostly has to make do with his own hand. Anything can set him off: a too-warm sun on his skin, or a handsome guy in town, or someone saying that the weathercock needs oiling. He’ll scurry home to get under his blankets and stroke his cock to an explosive finish. He’s very proud of his cock: well-sized, with a smoother surface than the rest of his rough grey skin, and a long foreskin that hangs over the head when he’s not aroused.

He loves hanging out with the malefics because he gets to see Bokkie naked. A lot. Plus, the big dragon doesn’t wear any clothes, of course, and even if he’s not hard, he’s got really big balls that swing about. Nabo can’t stop looking. The dragon scares him and excites him in equal measures. And the equitaur…well, horsecock is the universal aphrodisiac. The equine carries himself with grace and maturity that makes Nabo feel like a cave creature in comparison.

Nabo is eighteen, and he’s a brat.

He just wants to rebel - and to fuck. If he can do both at once, so much the better. He’s not too picky about who, or where, but if it’s with a malefic, even better. He’s heard the stories about their sexual prowess, and he is extremely keen to find out more.

Sexuality

Nabo is eighteen, and he’s kinky.

He has so much he wants to try. Restraints excite him; ball-gags sound thrilling; and public sex makes him drip. He returns time and time again to a glory hole in the local pub, servicing the males that present themselves - and occasionally being serviced. He watches sexy guys and imagines them blindfolding him and doing whatever they want to him.

He thinks he’s into everything, but his dick is calling the shots, and when push comes to shove he might realise some things aren’t for him after all…