*You are in presence of the first member of the Elven Protection Corporation.*

    ~~~~~~ Ryllae Heasianea ~~~~~~

~ You point your finger.. ~    
~ But there is no one around.. ~
~Just want one thing.. ~
~Just to play the King.. ~
~But the castle crumbles.. ~
~And you are left with just a name... ~
~Where's your crown, King Nothing? ~

xx-SUMMARY-xx
First Name: Ryllae
House: Heasianae
Race: High Elf
Native Land: ----
Skin: Slightly taned
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Golden
Piercing: None.
Tattoos: None.
Height: Around 6'3''.
Apparent Gender: Female
Body: Toned, muscular, brawny.. Look, she's built like a truck.
Noticables features:

xx-DESCRIPTION-xx
There stood an embodiment of silent strength, a living tapestry woven from the ethereal threads of elven grace and the hardened fibers of a warrior's resolve. Flowing locks of pale gold cascaded down her shoulders like a shimmering waterfall, catching the sunlight in a dance of radiant strands. Her eyes, the color of a cloudless summer sky, held a glint of unwavering determination, a reflection of the myriad battles waged both within and beyond.

A face sculpted with timeless precision bore the mark of countless trials, where the crucible of conflict had refined rather than marred. Cheekbones swept high, lending an air of regality to the rugged countenance, while a strong jawline hinted at an unyielding spirit beneath the veneer of elven elegance. In the quiet intensity of her gaze, one could discern the echoes of ancient wisdom, tempered by the unforgiving forge of experience.

Her frame, though slender by elven standards, bespoke a latent power waiting to surge forth. Every sinew beneath the supple skin was a testament to the harmonious marriage of agility and strength. This was no mere aesthete reveling in the superficial beauty of elvenkind; instead, it was a body sculpted for the relentless demands of warfare, a living weapon poised for the safeguarding of realms.

As she moved with a sinuous grace, each step resonated with the quiet confidence of one who had navigated the intricate dance between life and death. The ambient hum of elven blades at her side and the subtle gleam of her war-worn weaponry attested to the silent vigil he maintained, a sentinel poised to defend the sanctity of her kin and the delicate equilibrium of the elven realms. In the presence of this brawny elf, it was not just the physicality that commanded attention, but the profound synthesis of beauty and strength that defined her - an eldritch harmony that bespoke the silent hymn of a warrior tuned to the exigencies of both art and war.

xx-LIGHTS-xx
I am fairly open to long-term relations. This brings  strong anchors to a RP. As i'll stay away from any possible drama that could be dragged on a OOC level.
As far as lights goes, we'll keep it to REDS. If it isn't listed down in them, you may consider myself open it. Though, Ryllae might decline any offers she desires to.

- Behavior against server rules (Should i really mention it ?)
- Scat
- Hardcore Injuries/Mutilations (Loss of a body part)

(I AM VERY TELL FRIENDLY! Don't hesitate.)

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**Last updated 17/01/2024**

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