Race: Human
Gender: Hermaphrodite
Height: 6'1"
Build: Statuesque
Hair Color: Bright autumn leaves
Eye Color: Gray-blue

A dignified creature of pride and conviction akin to a royal lion. That's the first impression Helene gives to those who are witness to her countenance. She has a noble bearing and confidence that borders on the insufferably arrogant without ever straying very far past that line. In spite of this, she is nonetheless possessed of a sharp wit and undeniable charm that is at once a combination of shameless bravado and skillful wordplay.

The fierce warrior-poet is rarely seen outside her familiar crimson suit of plate, heavy greaves heralding her passage as does the sleek and exotic helmet of the same shade she is often seen with. Should one see her without they would be witness to her mediterranean features. She has red hair the color of autumn leaves and cold blue eyes that have all the fierce cruelty of winter about them. Meeting her gaze is to think, perhaps if only for an instant, that she wouldn't be out of place as a servant of the Frostmaiden. Still her visage is expressive and her bright red lips are inviting.

Physically speaking she is a model of athleticism and self-improvement. Her body can only be described as statuesque, sculpted abdomen matching with soft feminine curves and toned muscles. An healthy, powerful and lavishingly maintained body that is the reflection of the crimson warrior's blatant and unforgiving pride. She has a few scars of little note upon her body and more interestingly a stylized snake crest rests prominently upon her chest plate. Her skin is a vigorous rosy color and her voice is deep and sultry by nature. The words deadly and suave best describe her demeanor.

She does little to hide her actual gender although neither does she flaunt it. In her typical heavy armor it is a non-issue. Still, she does have a strangely appealing musk hanging about her, as if to hint at the potency and virility that slumbers in her veins.

She is never seen without a sharp and blood-hungry broadsword strapped to her back. It is her instrument of war and she treats it with the respect it deserves. Truth be told, there's something slightly sinister about the blade.

Red Lights: Excessive gore, scat, vore, torture, non-con (If she says no, it means no!) and pointless drama.

Green Lights: Oral, scentplay (Yes, please!), watersports, cock/balls worship, risk of impregnation, dirty talking, verbal abuse, RP within the context of SRP, good spelling and adventuring hijinks aplenty.