(Portrait coming soon)

LEAD UP:


The Mists had beckoned her, called for her to brave their suffocating darkness. Never had she even considered going near them before. The Mists were dangerous, only the brave or extremely foolish ever tried to navigate through them, all returning within only a few minutes, looking as though Lord Strahd himself was on their tail.

Today, Dia dubbed herself as incredibly foolish, she couldn't resist the pull; and if the Lord of Barovia was lying in wait, then she hoped her death would be swift and merciful. Barely a few steps within and all sound became muffled, then non-existent, with the exception of her own breathing, she couldn't even hear her own footsteps in the swirling darkness.

She walked on, hands waving carefully before her, feet placed as if expecting the ground to just disappear from one step to the next, moving slowly. She didn't know how long she traveled, time in the Mists had no meaning; her quick breathing, hammering heart, and cold sweat were all driven by fear, not exhaustion. Sound returned like a low thrumming that tickled her ears, then a dim light guided her.

She picked up her pace, then her skirts and ran. Bird song and wind greeted her and she let out a whoop of excitement. Then a tree appeared directly in her path, too suddenly for her to stop in time, crashing into the trunk she bounced off and fell flat on her back, head exploding with pain as the Mists retreated back, revealing a canopy of green far above, with glaring light beaming through the leaves.




DESCRIPTION:


A woman in her late teens, possibly early twenties, Dia is a human of average height and slightly below average weight. She was pallid, as if she'd never seen the light of the sun, and the dull, coal black of her hair didn't help improve her pallor any; neither did the paleness of her grey eyes. The only color on her features is the natural pink of her soft lips.

She was slim to the point of looking almost malnourished. Her shoulders narrow and a little bony, her breasts small, less than a handful. Her waist was waspishly thin, but flared out to decently curved hips and a pert, round backside. Her long legs had enough meat to be shapely, though still on the thin side. Lean muscle tone could be made out through taught flesh, but it's obvious she doesn't rely on feats of strength.

Dia is pretty, with potential of being quite stunning with a little work and healthier habits.

She is rarely seen without several pouches full of various herbs and salves strapped around her waist. As well as implements that would help in tending to injuries. A healer, without magic.

Despite what could have only been a rough, unpleasant life, Dia is always willing to help someone in need, if asked. She has a good heart, with good intentions.



OUT OF CHARACTER


Player is not interested in being the dominant partner. Character will never have a penis herself. No vomit or feces in sexual context, please. Will not respond to random OOC attempts to set up (E)RP; if anything, it's guaranteed to cause disinterest in any potential future RP. Strictly romantic and monogamous relations loses my interest rather quickly.

Player, otherwise, enjoys going with the flow of RP. From general conversation, vanilla to violent, but no PvP. All races/species. All sexes, force/rape is completely acceptable, even encouraged. Binds. Toys. Spanking. Teasing. My only hard limits are as stated above.