She's obviously a satyr. Horns (even if they grew in awfully late), cloven hooves, promiscuous. Except, to any with the nose for it, there's not a whiff of fey blood in her. That tail though, maybe a touch of fiend so you can just consider her a tiefling?
  She'll ~say~ she's a satyr if you ask though, so perhaps just take her at her word. Your attention would be better spent admiring her as she is rather than wondering what she is regardless.
  By the standards of the Isles, Lama is far from the biggest or bustiest, and she's no longer quite in what one might call the flower of youth. But the woman knows how to do herself up. Her dress, make-up, hair and jewelry are always immaculate,* favoring gold and brighter colors to stand out from the drib drab blacks and crimsons of the crowd.
  She drinks in moderation, smokes to excess, and is affable enough if a little spaced out and aloof at times. Probably due to what she tends to be smoking. Crowds are rarely her jam, she's approachable enough and doesn't bite (except by request).

*unless something has recently gotten smudged or stained for ~reasons~

Race: Satyr (of a sort)
Age: Late thirties
Height: 175cm / 5'8" (without horns)
Gender: Female
Sex: Hermaphrodite
Orientation: Pansexual with gynophilic leanings
Disposition: Switch with sub leanings
Sober: Somewhere in the range of not at all to mildly tipsy
Stoned: A little at minimum, profoundly at max

Red lights: Things that will leave a (permanent) mark
Green lights: Compliments on her wardrobe, a few dozen other things

*Profile and portrait are a little slapdash at the moment, improvements to come at some nebulous point in the future.*