{Name}: Eira de Draenen
{Race}: Half-Elf (Sun Elf)
{Age}: 34
{Height}: 5'0"
{Build}: Curvy, Callipygian
{Scent}: Peaches, and warm spice.
{Affliation}: The Dharke Arts - Magic Consultation & Arcane Services

{Story Hooks}: Magic & Related Projects, Herbalism & Monster Hunting, Plots & Schemes, Inspiration & Muses, Fiction & Books, Blood & Wine

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Ethereal, blonde hair spills down from the head of this carnally shaped elf. Much of the bouncy, platinum mass is pulled up into pair of fat fun-buns which are wrapped up in little silken pouches to keep the presumably unwieldy cascade of hair managable on the day-to-day basis. A portion is often left to sway and spill about her shoulders; tumbling distractingly over the swell of her chest.
A pair of luminous, saffron-gold eyes gaze out at you beneath her bangs - often smouldering behind the dip of long, dark lashes. A pair of expressive, well plucked eyebrows sit above - animated when she speaks.
Her cute features are furnished with high cheekbones, full lips and a button nose, making her face eye-catching in a crowd - particularly when those soft kissers of hers are pooched in some act of musing.

Eira's silhouette is sinfully curved, thicker and more salacious in essence than most of elven blood, hinting at her half-blood heritage locked up in her veins. A truly magnificent pair of boobs heave dangerously at her chest. Those bountiful elven tiddies seem to threaten to escape almost anything she wears, the material snugly stretching over them in obvious distress. Any plunging neckline leaves them propped up to present a truly geographical cleavage.

Beneath, a toned waistline sits in stark contrast to these heavy curves. Touched by a feminine softness, there are none-the-less abdominal muscles that draw the eye towards her navel and the waistband of whatever garment might be worn below.

Broad, grabbable hips blossom out beneath to complete the curvesome hourglass. At her rear, a deliciously heart shaped booty is contained elegant skirts. Buns rising with each beat of her feet on the cobbles. The serpentine roll with each step giving her a slightly hypnotic sway. Her thighs are a little thick, but not unpleasantly so. Contrasting with a tight little thigh-gap and toned calves. Those tapering pins sweeping down to dainty feet; usually wrapped up in a pair of fashionable heels.

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{Curios & Trinkets}:-

[Burnished Choker]: A band of decorative gold encloses her neck; no visible seam in the surface such is the goldsmith's prowess. Polished to a sheen like a wedding band it is otherwise plain in it's decoration, allowing the dwarven craftsmanship to speak for itself.
[Detect Magic]: This masterwork item glimmers with transmutive magic.

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{OOC Stuff}: -

Happy to recieve PMs for casual banter; but I much prefer the organic, IC method of pursuing IC things - including ERP.

[Reds]:  Poop, Graphic Gore, Vore, Infantilism.