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((Updated 10/7/24))

Name Claire
Race: Jackal Bonespeaker
Gender: Dual-gendered
Height: 6'
Weight: Light to medium.
Physique: Muscular, though more on the side of lithe then pure muscle
Age: 28
SKin color: Pale
Hair Color: Blood Red
Eye Color: As red as blood, and yet flickering in flames like a will-o-wisp
Scent: Roses
Role: Switch (Can Dom or sub, depends on the partner)


(( BACKGROUND ))

Claire was not born so much as created from the broken amalgamation of who she once was. Having walked for many years through happiness and sorrow, the weight of her memories had molded her from a being of sorrow to one of resolve.

Forgoing much of who and what she once was, and carefully molded from the ruined remains of that which had not been destroyed by time, Claire was reminded not just of what she was but why she exists. And like a jackal in the dead of night, reborn under the pale blood moon does she once more walk the path that she had stumbled from.





((  DESCRIPTION. ))

Standing right at 6 feet tall, the jackal woman looks around nowadays with a almost apathetic gaze. A small set of spectacles rest against the tip of her nose, a dark tint to them that seems to block light as much as it does her vision yet she moves well enough. A long set of blood red hair flows down her air, separated only by two large wolf ears that twitch and perk at the slightest noise around her.


Large breasts barely remain contained within her clothes, the mammaries almost the size of her head bounce with every step she takes, the pale skin a sharp contrast to her bright hair. No scars seem visible along her skin, but the way she seems to move at times seems to suggest a oddly unfamiliarity to the form she walks in, as if it was not something she was use to.

Beneath her clothes, a tri-petaled pussy would glisten from between her legs, like a clover petal that seeks to suck in and trap anything that finds itself within her.

Claire's skin is incredibly cold to the touch, almost freezing to most. However, those whom she allows close will realize that there's a fire under that cool skin, it need only be given fuel to burn...



Lights.

Greens: Breeding, romance, oral, Females, Herms, Shemales, tentacles, unique partners (Ranging from half humans with other characteristics, to full on monsters), and so much more, feel free to ask!

Yellow: Large groups, Non-con.


Reds: Things that break server rules, scat, gore, OOC drama.








Quotes to live by:


A Man chooses, a Slave obeys. - Andrew Ryan, Bioshock


What is a Man? A miserable little pile of secrets! -Dracula, Castlevania

Sometimes, what the world needs is not a hero. Sometimes, what it needs, is a monster. -Count Vlad, Dracula Unleashed

When faced with annihilation, any alternative, is preferable. - Dr. Leonard Church, Red Vs Blue

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? -Edgar Allen Poe

"The world fears the inevitable plummet into the abyss. Watch for that moment and when it comes, do not hesitate to leap. It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly." -Flemeth, Dragon Age Origin