Name: Chesh
Alias: The Fluffy Assassin, Fluffy
Race: Feliner (She is -NOT- a catling..)
Gender: Female
Age: who even knows anymore...
Height: approx. 4'3-4'6
Weight: approx. 50-55 lbs of fluffy goodness
Orientation: Likes dicks, breasts not so much but eh they're negotiable if attached to someone dominant enough, other vagina's are probably a no-go.

Notes:

~Where the marks had been on her left breast was not a patch of newly regenerated flesh and the soft stubble of fur as the wound seemed to be healing. She may not be able to erase her past but she can at least try to forget it. Currently all other scars and damage on her body are disguised under a simple illusion spell, including her ruined eye.

~She is currently wearing a slender band of mithril on her left hand. The band is set with a perfectly polished round diamond. Anyone who manages a closer view of the jewelry and is familiar with its kind would note it is of dwarven craftsmanship.

~It should also be noted, Chesh is a scavenger and something of a cannibal. She bites. It is not unheard of for her to pick at the fallen in the field or nip at appendages venturing too close to those pretty lips of hers if she's hungry. But don't worry boys ...feed her and you'll probably be safe... probably.

General description:
Before you is a sleek slender creature of feline decent. A thick warm coat of the softest snowy white fur adorned her body, though the once dark tiger-like stripes she bore seemed to be almost entirely gone save for a few markings still decorating her face. Her long winding tail curls perpetually about behind her as if she were in a constant state of agitation.

Chesh can be the sweetest warmest furry little fluff ball one could ever hope to cuddle up with ooooor ...she can be a vicious ball of teeth claws and venom, really it depends on what her mood is.

While she may often continue to appear to be the ever-fun-loving catter with few cares in the world and a terribly scattered brain. A sense of sadness seems to lurk behind her general good nature. A sense of loss and mourning.

Age has certainly taken its toll on the feliner, and while she still has the general appearance of youth and vibrance, there are hints she is not nearly as young as she looks. Dark circles frequently show through the thinner fur of her face. The right side of which, often hidden beneath her hair, is marred by a dual-pronged, jagged scar. The rightmost prong seemed to cut across her right eye, leaving the iris faded and milky, unlike the vibrant emerald green of the other. It would be easy enough to surmise she was blind in her right eye.



*As far as lights go, feel free to send a tell. Hard no's are pretty simple. No scat and nothing against server rules. Darker themes are definitely appreciated but not the only things I am interested in.