~~~Setting up RP OOCly~~~

I am tells friendly, and if you would wish to RP with Illiana, there, of course, is a possibility to set it up OOCly. When doing so, however, please, remember about those simple rules:

1. It was us, players, that agreed to meet at certain place, not the characters. They, most probably, met there by accident, and so should we play it.

2. The fact that we agreed to roleplay a scene, does not guarantee that our characters will become lovers, friends, or that they will even like each other. It may happen, but they may as well end up as enemies.

3. If you start by trying to lay your hands on Illi with no introduction, be ready to get burned, just as in real life you should be ready to be slapped across the face.

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Once, she stood as a vision of serene elven grace - a silver elf with skin pale as starlight, red hair flowing like autumn leaves in the breeze, and eyes as green as fresh spring leaves. In her quiet demeanor, there was a certain charm: she would shy away from strangers, her voice soft, barely more than a whisper. But around those she trusted, the mask would fall - laughter would dance freely from her lips, and her presence would brighten like morning sun through forest mist. There was joy in her, a deep well of kindness and an eagerness to lift others up, especially those she held dear.

But Sinifar changed her.

Bit by bit, the light hues of her birthright faded. Her hair paled to silver-white, her skin darkened to a deep obsidian tone, and her once-green eyes shifted into a haunting amethyst glow. The change came slowly at first - subtle, like the turning of a tide. But it wasn't just appearance. Something else had stirred within her: a trace more confidence in her step, a glimmer of mischief in her gaze. She still laughed, still loved, still shied away from cruelty - but now, she looked like one of the very people her homeland had taught her to fear.

And when she returned home, that truth could not be hidden. Judgement was swift and final. The Coronal's sentence was delivered with a cold detachment: Akh'Faen'Tel'Quess - a ritual of irreversible change. Her transformation was sealed by the hands of the High Mage, stripping away not just her fair features, but her identity, her place, her lineage. What was once a temporary guise was now her only self - forever drow in flesh, and cast away from the silver halls of her youth. A stranger to her own people. A daughter of two worlds' now belonging to neither.

~~Relations~~

She can often be seen in company of Liz Auvreen, for whom she worked as a loyal maid. She was always more happy in her company, smiling more radiantly and visibly feeling safer and more relaxed. She never protested when being hugged or touched in any other way by her employer, leaning into it willingly, with joy and trust. And even though her employment days have ended, she still remains as a close friend to Liz.

~~Lights (still being tweaked)~~

Green:
- Being approached;
- Females, shemales;
- Romance; hugging;
- Kissing, licking, sucking different body parts;
- Sensual, gentle foreplay;
- Oral, deepthroat, 69, vaginal;
- Domination and bondage (dominant);
- Consensual enslavement (giving);
- Teasing, orgasm control (giving);
- Rough treatment (giving)

The rest of the lights is being reworked.

Yellow:
- Anything not listed in red and green;

Red (very rarely acceptable, only with clear agreement):
- Rape;
- Gore;
- Blood;
- Toilet play;
- Pregnancy (though this is in red, it may happen at some point, if the other side is commited enough to it, but should be discussed beforehand.)