Essentials:

Species: Human, death-touched.
Origin: Moray, in the Moonshaes, Abeir-Toril.
Gender: Female, in form and in identity.
Orientation: Bi generally preferring femme; switch.

Appearance:

She's built long and lean, narrow at bust and hip, athletic; sure-footed and economic in her movements.  

Most likely she's in her early twenties, if she's as human as she appears.

Her skin is peach-pale, with raised white lines tracing here and there upon her forearms.  Her hair is raven-black, worn quite short to shoulder-length and tied loosely back, a few strands escaping at the brow.

Her eyes are large, deep shadow accentuating them, the irises the deep green of sunlight filtered through forest canopy.  Her lips are full, habitually unpainted.  Sharp, raven-black eyebrows form arches as if in permanent query.  The lines of her face are soft otherwise, save for a certain well-defined and stubborn set to her jawline.

When she shows enough skin to display it, there's a faded elliptical dented scar beneath her left breast, and a narrower matching raised mark upon her back.

Her voice is soft-spoken and even, her accent the melodic lilt of the ffolkish people of the Moonshae isles.  When her emotions run high, however, or when she sings, there's a subtly unsettling cadence to her speech, a slight chilling shiver to the spine of most who hear.

No strong scent typically attends her, only a little clean aroma akin to soap and sun-drying linen.

Lights:

Green
+ Oral, anal, vaginal.
+ Con, dub-con.
+ Affection.
+ Roughness.
+ BDSM, light to medium.

Yellow
= Sex-negative insults.
= Permanent alterations - not a no, but ask.
= The stranger stuff.  She is potentially open for all matter of odd things unless they're red - but ask.

Reds
-- Permanent maiming.
-- Outright gore.
-- Permadeath.
-- Pregnancy.
-- Bodily waste-related stuff.
-- infantile language.
-- Server rule breaches of course.