Luscinia Alyrin Rossignol or "Rin"

Race: Half Elf
Sex: Female
Hair: Platinum Blonde with colored streaks
Eyes: Green flecked with crimson.
Height: 5'8"
Build: Lithe with alabaster pale skin

Appearance: Waist length platinum blonde hair. This is oftentimes tinged with streaks of color that change with no rhyme or reason. Meticulously cared for and brushed straight, it smells faintly of lilacs, though the tinged streaks has the slightest tinge of metallic scent to them.

Pale alabaster skin, spattered in a light dusting of freckles. She's tall, willowy, with long legs, hips that are slender by human standards, but larger than elven. Luscinia has little to no body fat - despite having small breasts, it's not uncommon for her to wear something that puts them on a teasing display.

Her face is angular, chisseled, elven in appearance. Her lips are thin, often painted in bright gloss red. Slightly elongated ears peak out from her hair, with a dazzling array of studs, chains, and gems adorning the ridges.  

Wide, almond shaped eyes shift from light blue to a vibrant green as they peer out through thick lashes. Upon closer inspection, her eyes are marred in dark red flecks. These flecks move and swim in her eyes, like fish in a pond. These seem to change when her emotions are heightened, growing aggitated, growing in size, or taking on a soft glowing hue. Flirtatious flutters of her lashes put slightly shadowed eyelids on display.

Appearance: Waist length dark crimson red hair. This is unnaturally cool to the touch, like metal, and smells heavily of metal perfumed with the scent of whatever the imbiber finds pleasing.

Translucent pale skin, a singular white canvas, utterly flawless and unblemished. A hint of purple and blue veins becomes visible when her emotions are heightened. Tall, willowy, with long legs, hips that are slender even by elven standards, and small pert breasts.

Her face is angular and sharp, otherworldly beautiful. Her lips are thin, colored a dark glossy red. Elongated ears protrude from the crown of crimson hair and sitting atop her head are two small obsidian horns. Smooth to the touch, warm almost to the point of discomfort. A long, thin, fleshy tail snakes about her.

Delicate crimson pupil-less eyes stare out and through. Bright red in color that's accented by black kohl and thick long lashes.


Born the bastard daughter of nobility, Luscinia was raised with love from her mother and ambivilence by her father. Living a life of luxury, there was little that she wanted that wasn't at her fingertips. Without the burden of nobility, she was free to pursuit her own desires - dance, song, swordplay, young Luscinia also displayed an apptitude to magic, a curiosity that her family was more than happy to indulge - to an extent.

She grew into her dancer's body, thin, lithe, graceful. Long legs carried her small body with ease, each step carefully placed to cause the human-inherited hips to sway enticingly. Despite inheriting her elven blood's slender form, Luscinia enjoyed low cut shirts which pressed small, pert breasts into enticing cleavage which she was more than happy to put on display. Long platinum hair fell to the small of her back, streaked with colors that changed to suit her mood. Much to the dissapointment of young nobles, Luscinia was never on the table for arranged marriage like her sisters were.

None of that mattered to her, though. Luscinia was more than happy to tease. Nothing delighted her more than seeing others lose themselves in her vibrant green eyes. Luscinia delighted in filling the halls with her voice, a crystal, bell like soprano that would lure guards away from their patrols much to the ire of her father and brothers.

Luscinia should have lived a carefree life of luxury.

One evening, tucked away in a secluded corner of the family library, Luscinia woke from a nap to the sounds of screams. Dark black smoke poured into the library, and verdant green flames raced down the hall. As the heavy ceiling beams began to groan and buckle, the young half-elf dove through the first door she could find.

Gone were the dusty books and granite walls. Gone was the acrid smoke and the green fire. Luscinia found herself in a place of darkness. Tendrils of purple lingered in the air and tomes fluttered about, as if carried by unscene hands. Upon a stand in the middle of the darkness was a diadem, carved of onyx, adorned in blood red gems.

She should have been shaken to the core. Perhaps she was. All she knew in that moment was that she wanted that diadem. Long, slender hands carressed the ornate crown and without thought, she found it nestled upon her head.

There was pain, seering, burning, piercing. Like a spike going through her skull, the agony consumed her. Her vision went red and then as her piercing screams threatened to deafen her, everything went black.

When she woke, Luscinia found herself outside her family's castle. Marble pillars now lay in ruins, and the burnt ashes of wood and flesh lingered in the air. All around her were bodies, the charred remains of soldiers adorned in unknown armor lay beneath banners of an unknown kingdom.

"We're done here now." A voice whispered into her ear, warm, enticing, it caused Luscinia's eyes to roll back and her heart ache to hear it again. When that brief moment of extasy faded, the half-elf turned to face the speaker.

Seated upon a pile of charred corpses was a woman whose skin managed to be paler than Luscinia's. Long hair tumbled to her feet and her small frame adorned in fine silks, both a deep, crimson red, making it all seem like one singular flowing garment. A thin tail swayed slowly, like that of a cat on the prowl. Almond shaped eyed, the same color as her hair lingered on the half-elf. Thin lips curled into a smile, wicked and inviting. "Come along."

Luscinia stared, eyes wide, mouth agape.

"Sanguineness, my dear. Call me Sanguineness."

She offered a hand, whose long fingers, delicate and elegant, curled into a come-hither gesture. Thick blood rolled down pale digits, pooling in the palm of the daemonette's hand.  Without hesitation, the half-elf placed her hand upon this creature's and in a blink of an eye, both were gone.

Luscinia has since lost track of how many years it's been since. Yet despite the years, none show on her face. Youthful features are framed by long platinum strands, tinged with ribbons of color that constantly twist and contort into different colors. A single shimmer gem adorns her forehead, an adornment that upon closer inspection shows that it is embedded within her head.

The last of her blood, Luscinia has inherited the family familiar as well as the family curse. One could argue they're one in the same.

She can sometimes be seen in the company of a woman clad from head to toe in dark crimson.

Reds: Gore, dismemberment, death, permanent changes. Long term relationships. First and second person perspective. No surprises in the bedroom - not everything needs a giant penis to be fun. Short one line responses. Hyper-detailed long posts. I would rather a post be broken up into multiple segments, that way I can start working on a response. Waiting ten minutes for a post that's the length of a small novel, that gets displayed as a wall of text that takes me another five minutes makes the well dry up quick. (What a picky bitch!)

Greens: Timeliness - I will be upfront with how much time I have. If you need six hours for a scene, I'm not for you. Manly men. Feminine men. Girly women, masculine women. Luscinia is wide eyed, sweet, naive, and innocent. She gets uncomfortable. She will cry. Everything and everyone is her first. She may act very out of character. She may bite off more than she can chew and will pass the torch to...

Sanguiness is the girl your mother warned you about. Choke her, slap her, spit on her, piss on her and she'll ask for more. From double vaginal, to sloppy wet and rough facefucks, to every drunkard in the tavern gangbangs, Sanguiness is your girl. She just needs to be coaxed out to play.

Whites: Descriptions. Detailed posts. Posts that read like a book rather than a chat room. (Wait, wasn't this