((OOC Notes:
Reds are typical: underage, bathroom stuff, bloodshed, or perma-things without good reasons behind them. Please do not expect to be able to walk up and collar or own her.

Greens are nearly everything else, the more creative the better! As you probably guessed, this one is geared more toward mind-games, body modification (!!), mental conditioning (!), teasing, Roleplay plots (!) and kinkiness. As such, most ERP's will probably find her on the sidelines encouraging others, rather than in the thick of the action. I'm a friendly player and will also help players OOC if I can, but please respect my golden rule that no means no. I absolutely welcome Tells. Thanks, and enjoy!))

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Miscellanious Tidbits:

-Arcanist (Transmuter)
-Priestess (Trickery Domain)
-Brunette, steel-grey eyes
-Lawful Neutral
-Prefers red wine over white
-Mildly obsessive-compulsive
-Bisexual, leaning lesbian
-Likes romance novels & butterscotch
-Loves chess

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It would be difficult not to notice a creature so striking as the Lady Arronax. Minerva possesses a sensuality and confidence which always seem to imbue her with an aura of feminine strength. She stands unusually tall at just under six feet in heels and this is even further accentuated by a slender figure worthy of any angel... or devil. Her pace is unhurried, her manners exacting, her smile oftentimes gently condescending. Her eyes are veiled alluringly behind a bountiful brunette cascade and are of an extraordinary, piercing steel-grey; their gaze can run the gamut from genuine warmth to a chilling, pentrating glare. Minerva's dark kohl eyeliner only draws further attention to those hypnotic eyes and - as with everything - it is applied with exacting care. So too is her perfectly applied, mirror-gloss lipstick, which blazes a fiery red and accentuates a seductive, bee-stung pout. The curvaceous pale body which carries this angelic visage is no less a marvel, classically proportioned with high, proud chest and an hourglass waist of exquisite delicacy. When she walks, her steps are careful and precise, heel to toe, as if fresh from the very strictest finishing-school. Minerva's supple, hip-rolling gait and her preference for slitted skirts often puts her magnificent, long legs on display but she is not content merely to be admired: she also wishes to project an aura of feminine power. To that end she favors very loud, clacking, tall-heeled shoes which announce her imminent arrival... and wears rich perfumes to mark her passage long after she has gone.

A true perfectionist, Minerva is seldom encountered with so much as a hair out of place and she devotes great effort to doing things in her own particular fashion. She consents to dress herself in only the finest materials and latest fashions.  Her dresses and gowns, sheer and form-fitting, are tailored to showcase her best features: they lightly tense across her lush backside, slither aside from her legs as she walks, and gently compress and shadow her bountiful cleavage. On other days, she eschews formal attire in favor of brazen bondage or fetish gear, utterly shameless and confident in her sensuality. Minerva drinks only the finest wines, takes repose upon only the softest sheets, and owns only the loveliest slaves. Her jewelry, too, appears to be of priceless value. The cost of her luxuries is immense but it would seem that Minerva is quite content to make others pay for her many comforts. Indeed, she derives a devious amusement from using her manipulation and guile to bend others to give her what she wants. Her acts are sometimes punctuated by playful cruelties or selfishness, both socially as well as during her more intimate moments. It can be difficult to divine her moods, for she can be tender and gregarious one moment, demanding and icy the next. Those who should end up as her handmaids or slaves would be unwise to grow complacent, for she is a harsh disciplinarian when her standards are not met.

In conversation, Minerva is well-read, sophisticated and possesses a sharp wit and sense of humor; many have thus been surprised to discover Minerva's capricious side. This is somewhat less of a surprise should one notice the symbol which she always wears on her person: be it in the form of a necklace, ring, or some other bauble, To those who know of it, that stylized cat-o'-nine tails set on a void, onyx background is an unmistakable mark of a follower of the dreaded lady of pain - Loviatar. Contrary to what many first expect, Minerva is polite, often helpful or even warm. Those who know her a little better, however, would find that she is adept at manipulation and psychological trickery. With her honeyed words she likes to coerce yet dominate, befriend yet intimidate... and by such insidious methods to gain the upper hand. It pleases her to be the quiet power behind affairs. In any gathering, she is outgoing and loves to the be center of attention, especially when that means she is able to surround herself with a retinue of admirers to entice, tease, or discard at a whim.

Minerva's devotion to Loviatar is no mere gesture. She is a full priestess, a true devotee of the dark goddess and truly believes that pain is a powerful path toward enlightenment. In matters of worship she prefers to keep her own personal devotions private, and she is unusual in that she heals herself after prayers. Minerva chooses not to bear the heavy scars that many Loviatans do; instead, she feels that the sting of her cat-'o-nine tails is all the sweeter when it strikes such a perfect, unsullied form! On rare occasions Minerva has been known to offer her expertise to those who earnestly seek out "penance" but she is no mere sadist... she genuinely means well and desires to give others the same peace and clarity of mind that she herself receives from her goddess.

Minerva has returned from a several years' hiatus from the Isles, and it would seem that she has not been idle. No longer a mere temple sister, she has devoted long months to a study of the arcane! A rare scholar able to wield magics of both arcane and divine variety, she can bring a wide range of powers to bear... be it to control, to torment or to re-shape her playthings in both body and mind. In keeping with Minerva's exacting and particular nature, she tends to focus most of her attentions upon one favorite soul rather than many, preferring a more gradual and 'artistic' approach. Though she prides herself on being harsh, she does not simply lash out to cause suffering for its own sake. In Minerva's dark, deeply eccentric mind, she also craves to be loved, and even as she torments her plaything she alternates cruelty with intense kindness and affection, going to great lengths to soothe even as she keeps their emotions in a perpetual whirl. Truly a very strange individual, Lady Minerva is a peculiar femme fatale indeed. Beware her inviting smile...

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((Minerva loves to get inside people's minds. I like to think of her as a cross between Marilyn Monroe and a (much less evil) Doctor Lecter... or if you prefer, a twisted Jessica Rabbit.))

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