"How did you perish?" The Voice asked. The Voice always came from the darkness. It never revealed its face nor gave its name.

"I was stabbed by three swords. The first pierced my left leg. The second pierced my right shoulder. The third pierced my heart," Christa answered, recalling her death without emotion. The Voice paused before answering.

"This was your one hundred and twelfth death. Did you retrieve it?" The Voice echoed all around her, seeming to come from everywhere all at once.

"Yes," Christa answered. The Voice does not reply, and Christa is left alone in her chains.

Her arms were held in chains, holding her aloft high enough to where her feet hung off the ground. It was hot and dry. She could only see a few feet in front of her. There was stone somewhere below from where her feet were hanging. She had felt it before.

The Voice spoke again after an indeterminable silence. "Another has been located. You will be sent to the time and place of its appearance."

Christa lifted her head, and narrowed her gaze towards the darkness ahead of her. "And my debt?"

"A small portion has been paid. Each brings freedom closer."

The chains which bound her hands rattled and suddenly released. Christa fell towards the black marble floor a few feet below. She braced herself, and landed gracefully on her hands and knees.

Time folded in on itself. Christa awoke to a blinding flash of light.

---Physical Description---

Christa is a tall and slender woman of fair, alabaster skin. Her face is framed by long locks of light pink hair. A single lock of hair of matching length rests over her right shoulder, and drapes over her heavy and full breasts.

She wears a pair of red shaded glasses, which hide a pair of crimson eyes underneath them, along with an array of jewelry decorating her features. Most notably among them are a silver earring bearing a large sapphire and a silver gorget that is clasped around her neck.

Her legs seem endlessly long, until they come to where her feet should be, only to find that Christa stands upon hooves instead. By all outward appearances, Christa seems human and lacking in demonic or animal influence, save for this peculiar feature. Despite the strangeness of her feet, Christa moves with effortless grace, and with a natural sway to her hips that emphasis her round, thick, and sculpted rear.

Despite her slender figure, Christa's arms and legs are tightly muscled, lending themselves more towards a warrior's body. If there were any doubt as to where her skills lied, the ludicrously long and slender sword strapped to her back would surely be a clear indication.

---OOC---
Height: 6'3"/191 cm
Apparent Age: Mid-twenties
Hair: Light pink
Eyes: Red
Body Shape: Tall, slender, voluptuous where it counts
Gender: Shemale/Equine

Green Lights in Roleplay:
1. Death - Christa can die as a part of roleplay. It's a part of her story that she does... sometimes often.
2. Combat - Whether roleplay fighting, adventuring, or actually PVPing, fighting is a part of who she is and what she does.
3. Conflict - In order for death or combat to have proper context, characters need to come into conflict. Don't be afraid to make IC enemies with her, just so long as we all remember we're here to have fun OOCly.
4. Consequences - The things she does, and the things people do to her, should have consequences that affect how characters behave as a result.
5. Long Term/Story - It's more fun to have ongoing stories than one-shot flings.
6. Non-Sexual Roleplay - If she doesn't float your boat sexually, or the things you like to do are in her Reds, that's ok! Roleplay with her anyway! There's plenty of story and roleplay to be had outside the bedroom.

Green Lights in Sexual Encounters:
Females, large breasts/breastplay, lactation, oversized insertions, excessive cum, vaginal, anal, oral, tentacles, romance, long and descriptive writing

Red Lights in Sexual Encounters:
Males, toilet play of any kind, vore, slavery, humiliation