[][TLDR][]


Name: Priscilla Nevermore
Race: Human
Alignment: True Neutral
Age: 26
Role: Switch/Unruly Sub
Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Orientation: Demisexual
Height: 6'5" ~ 193 cm
Hair: Ginger
Scent: Sweat and Lavender
Complexion: Fair and Freckled
Eyes: Emerald
Tongue: Long and Fat
Pupils: Human  
Bust: Generous
Waist: Narrow cm
Hips: Powerful
Build: Bottom Heavy Muscle Mommy.


[][Description][]


She swept across the battlefield with a languid grace dancing through the fallen. Her hair, a cascade of crimson, fell in a mangled tangled curly chaos. The armor she wore, though full and gleaming, seemed less a burden of steel and more an adornment, clinging to her form with an almost scandalous precision, accentuating every curve with a knowing elegance.

Ah, but it was her gait -- the slow, deliberate sway of her hips, the gentle curve of her back -- that turned heads and quickened pulses. In her hand, she held a great sword, absurdly large for most, and in her grasp, it seemed no more than a mere ornament -- a pretty accessory. For surely, she could not be expected to fight with it? And yet, the façade lay broken the instant she slew her foes into grisly, bloody chunks. A contradiction she was a heart as fierce as her beauty sublime. For in every perfect curve and every measured step -- she wielded it with deathly skill.

She wanders the land. A stranger in her homeland, but not for long. Before her a choice, and she stands there at the cross-roads. The first path lay in exile. Flee to a friendlier land and lend her talents to a promising lord. Reasonable -- her king dead, and his heirs slain. What little remained of her prospects could hardly compare to the bounties elsewhere.

...Or, she could reject her vows, pick up her blade and point it towards any fool rich enough to stumble onto her path. A life of banditry. Third, she could always surrender -- enough was enough -- no more bloodshed and no more loss. A nunnery, perhaps. A place to cloister herself away from this cruel reality. Fourth, she could set out on a quest. Join a crusade, or venture into the dark lands for fame, riches, and a chance at immortality.


[][Lights][]


Enthusiasm. Corruption. Transformation. Dark Themes. Try me.

OOC Setups. Chat friendly but mapping out plot is exhausting.