Race: Drow/Tanar'ri Demon
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 27
Deity: Mask (Lord of Shadows)

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       GREENS  

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-Her playing hard to get
-Being treated like an object
-Violence and abuse [Not to Her]
-Hardcore BDSM scenarios
-Dominant partners who know how to push her limit
-Consensual non-consent scenarios
-Being a Brat
-Male Master
-Collaring
-Male Dom
-Humiliation
-Bondage
-Discipline
-Bondage [Light]
-Begging
-Cuddling
-Exhibitionism
-Flirting
-Flogging
-Teasing and denial
-Impact play
Rough/Savage/Sadistic sex
-Tickling
-Oral sex
-Gorean
-Leashing
-Masks
-Nipple-Play [soft]
-Punishment
-Restraints
-Slavery
-Spanking
-Submission
-Tentacles
-Torture [Sexual]
-Voyeurism
-'''Ask if not listed'''
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           REDS

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-Cyber Bullying/RP Bullying
-Lack of trust and communication
-Lack of consent or respect for boundaries
-Females [Hard-No]
-Shemales [Hard-No]
-Abduction
-Body Modifications
-Hin
-Rape [Me/You]
-Herms
-Torture [None-Sexual]
-Gore
-Death
-Scat
-Partners who are pushy or overly aggressive all the time
-Mutilation
-Toilet play
-Abuse
-Unsafe practices in BDSM scenes
-Pain
-Breeding
-Bestiality
-Switching Roles [She Is a Sub]
-Shared Ownership
-Loaning/Lending me
-Community Slave
-Poly/Leather Family Structures
-'''Ask if not listed'''
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Secret Desires:
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-To be owned by a powerful, dominant partner who can unlock her true potential as a sexual being
-To explore all aspects of her darker nature without judgement
-To be part of a secret society where her unique sexual desires are celebrated and understood
-To have a devoted Dominant Male Master/Owner who takes great pride in her over other owned slaves
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Azula's red flags:
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-Can become possessive and jealous if another woman shows interest in her partner
-Will become a Major Brat and Petty due to the first listed above
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Azula was born of shadow and sin, a child of two worlds---Neither embraced by one nor welcomed by the other. Her frame bears the elegance and slender grace of the drow, her onyx-hued skin gleaming like polished midnight beneath the faintest glimmers of torchlight. Yet, whispers of her demonic blood betray her origins: curling horns crown her brow, her dark wings fold close against her back, and a sinuous large tail flickers with restless unease.

Her beauty is haunting, almost dangerous in its allure. A cascade of crimson hair flows down her shoulders like living fire against the black of her skin. Her crimson eyes burn with an otherworldly glow, smoldering with a heat that draws the gaze of others even as it unsettles them. There is something intoxicating in the way she carries herself --timid, yes, but with a quiet grace that lingers in the mind. To look at her too long is to feel both temptation and dread, as though one were standing too close to the edge of a flame.

She is rarely seen without her weapon, a towering scythe, its blackened blade engraved in the twisting runes of Abyssal. The weapon looms taller than she, a grim companion that seems to whisper to any who dare meet its edge: {To whom it may concern}. Its presence magnifies her own, a blend of elegance and menace that makes her impossible to forget.

Around her throat rests a collar, dark and unyielding. Etched into the metal are words in an ancient tongue unfamiliar to most, their meaning lost on all but her: the name of the master she once served, the one she slew to claim her freedom. Though she wears it still, whether out of penance, defiance, or memory, none can say. To some, it is a symbol of bondage; to others, a warning.

Azula knows little of her true heritage. Whispers of her bloodline have haunted her since childhood, though the truth was kept from her, locked away by those who sought to control her. For years, she was bound in servitude, a masters prize and weapon, until the day fear overcame obedience. When her life was threatened, her instincts--demonic, drow, and entirely her own, rose to the surface. She struck down the one who held her chains, her hands stained with blood and freedom alike.

Now she wanders the world, carrying scars unseen and questions unanswered. A half-drow, half-tanar'rian outcast twice over. Though freed from her bonds, the weight of the collar still lingers upon her soul, and Azula finds herself seeking not only her place in the world, but a new master. One worthy of commanding the fire and shadow that burn within her. Until then, she remains a creature of dangerous allure, seductive and mysterious, forever teetering between devotion and defiance, between shadow and flame.