[Race] Tanar'ri
[Gender] Subject to change
[Height] 6 foot, give a couple of inches if in heels
[Eyes] Pools of pure darkness; cat-like gleam in darkness
[Hair] Short cut, velvet smooth, perfectly straight, black cherry with dyed tips
[Build] Buxom, curvalicious, thick, hourglass
[Bust] Double F
[Markings] Numerous piercings, tattoo upon left upperarm

The sharp clicks of high heels and the occasional whip of a spaded tail are sounds that accompanying Solveig nearly wherever she moves. Reasonably tall, especially so given her plateu footwear, her appearance is sure to claim the attention of atleast a few. Small horns, eyes of the purest black, aswell as her tail mark her as an obvious fiend. She moves with grace as well as elegance, long legs and a wag of hips ensuring her swagger was sultry, if not outright provocative. Nothing suggested she wanted anything but to draw eyes, low-cut tops, short skirts, and a general choice of materials such as leather and latex serving as a constant call for attention.

She was beautiful and nothing less. Darkly purple hair with violet tips was kept cropped short, a portion of her neck buzzed to be under an inch in length. Soft tresses fell to frame her face upon once side, whilst the opposite cheek was kept completely bare, hair instead trapped in behind a slightly pointed ear adorned with multiple piercings. The horns which sprouted perfectly straight, pointed, and not terribly long from her forhead were in tune with appearance to such degree, that they might nearly go unnoticed at first. Granted, there were plenty of other things to distract the eyes, such as her petite nose, her delicately rounded chin, high cheekbones, or the pools of pure black that served as her peepers. Heavy makeup shadowed her eyes and her eyebrows were plucked neat and thin, one of them pierced by a single onyx stud. In a similair fashion, her thick lips were run over with a glossy sheen of lipstick, and the lush cushions which were nearly almost kept to an appeasing pout were adorned with a single piercing aswell. A slim, onyx ring sat directly in the middle of her bottom lip, the jewlery prone to going unnoticed at first, given the darkened shade of the flesh in which it sat. Behind perfectly straight teeth of almost blinding whiteness, lay the fleshy and glistening bed of her tongue, the saliva-slickened muscle done through by not one, but two onyx barbells, one infront of the other.

Solveig's build was prone to strike envy in the hearts of most womenfolk, and lust in the loins of men, were this not a place as truely abundant in beautiful ladies as Sinfar. Buxomly curved, she held fatty padding in just the right places, whilst a glance at her toned, tapered midsection or her taut arms made it clear that she had atleast some strength within her. One arm, her left, was marked by chaotic swirls of ink, imagery of bizzare serpents and flames done into her dark skin. Were it not her rounded hips that stole the most attention, it was most definately her bust. Large mounds of perfectly perky, soft, and pliable flesh made up her boobs, each of the heavenly orbs prone to jiggling and trembling with each step she took. The pair was crowned by small nipples, the nubs kept at a constant tautness thanks to not one, but two onyx barbells pierced through each in an inverted cross. Below the shake-prone expanse of her tits lay her thin midsection, every subtle twist of writhe the fiend made was enough to bring out the outline of strong abdominals. The fact that her tummy was as tapered as it was only made her hips seem that much wider, a rolling curve to represent the prime of youthful fertility treating her to a thick, heartshaped backside. Each bun was nearly perfectly around, a shallow layer of fatty padding ensuring that the globes could jiggle when she relaxed, and spring to impressive firmness when she flexed.

The way in which each buttock rose, rolled against the other, and dipped through her stride was nothing short of hypnotic, especially so given the tail which swung quickly above the enticing ass. The fiendish limb's end held the shape of an inverted heart, the very edge of it sharp, the entire thing about a foot in length, perhaps a little bit more. Well in tune with the bubbly shape of her backside, her thighs were thick, and whilst strong muscle no doubt lay within the legs, it was seldomly visible unless she outright flexed and posed. Instead the wide stilks trembled softly with her stride, tapering into taut shins and delicate feet. Between her legs, particularily scanty choice of clothes would reveal the tapered V of a feminine mound. The fiend preferred to twist its gender towards the more female at most times, but given its nature, she could probably change at a whim, depending on the taste of a fancied witness, or simply her own mood.