((OOC Notes: Miss Arronax is obviously a pretty dangerous character, but I won't god-mode it using stats. I'll actually try to play it out as best I can!

Reds are typical: underage, bathroom stuff, bloodshed, or perma-things without good reasons behind them.

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. Thanks, and enjoy!))

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It would be hard to tear one's eyes away from this statuesque female once they discover the Lady Arronax. Minerva has that utter sensuality borne of total confidence and she seems to radiate an aura of feminine strength. Standing very tall at just under six feet in heels, slender, she boasts a grace worthy of any angel... or devil. Her pace is unhurried, her manners exacting, her smile gently condescending. Her eyes are veiled alluringly behind a bountiful dark cascade and are of an extraordinary, piercing steel-grey; their gaze can range anywhere from languid amusement to a chilling, pentrating glare. Minerva's dark kohl eyeliner only draws further attention to those hypnotic eyes and - as with everything - is applied with exacting care. Just as perfectly applied, her lipstick, nearly mirror-gloss, blazes a fiery red and accentuates an ever seductive, bee-stung pout. The curvaceous pale body which carries this angelic visage is no less a marvel, absolutely stunning in its curvy perfection, with a high, proud chest and hourglass figure worthy of fantasies. When she walks, her steps are careful and precise, heel to toe, as if fresh from 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 create a powerful impression. To that end she favors very loud, clacking, tall-heeled shoes which announce her imminent arrival... and rich perfumes that 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 their particular fashion. She dresses only in the finest materials and latest fashions. She favors dresses and gowns, sheer and form-fitting, and which are carefully tailored to showcase her best features: lightly tensing across her lush backside, slithering aside from her legs, or gently compressing and shadowing her bountiful cleavage. She drinks only the finest wines, takes repose only on the softest sheets, and keeps only the loveliest servants. 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 suffer for the sake of her many comforts. Indeed, she takes a perverse musement from it, savoring an innately twisted delight in manipulation and guile. This is manifested in nearly all her actions: petty cruelties, selfish acts and Machiavellian scheming, to say nothing of her more intimate moments. She is in every way cunning, demanding and selfish. Woe indeed to those employed as her handmaids and servants, for Lady Arronax is an extreme perfectionist and a harsh disciplinarian when her standards are not met.

In conversation Minerva is polite, outgoing and oftentimes quite friendly and warm. She is well-read, sophisticated and possesses a sharp wit and sense of humor; many have thus been surprised to discover Minerva's crueler side. It is less of a mystery when one notices the symbol which she always wears, be it as necklace, ring or some other bauble: a cat-o'-nine tails on a void, black background. Minerva freely acknowledges that she is a devout follower of the dread lady of pain, Loviatar. Unlike many of her fellow faithful, however, Minerva can be engaging, polite, intellectual and even quite warm. Dangerously adept at psychological tricks, she likes to coerce yet dominate, befriend yet intimidate... and by these insidious methods to gain the upper hand. It pleases her to be the quiet power behind affairs. In any gathering, she is extremely social, especially whenever she is able to surround herself with a retinue of enthralled playthings to entice, torment... or discard.

Minerva has recently 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! Able to wield magics of both the arcane and of the divine variety, she can bring any number of malevolent powers to bear - to control, torment or re-shape her playthings, be it their minds or even their bodies. In keeping with Minerva's exacting and particular nature she tends to focus most of her attentions upon one unlucky soul rather than many, preferring a more gradual and 'artistic' approach. That being said, it is also strangely the case that she does not simply lash out to cause suffering for its own sake. In Minerva's dark, mad mind, she also craves to be loved, and even as she torments her plaything she often alternates cruelty with intense kindness and affection, and goes to great lengths to explain things in hopes of making her victim a knowing - and in rare cases even eager - participant in their own downfall. Truly a very strange individual, Minerva is a dangerous femme fatale. Beware her inviting smile.

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((Remember, Minerva's of an evil alignment despite her pretty looks and she loves to get inside people's minds. I like to think of her as a cross between Marilyn Monroe and Doctor Lecter... or if you prefer, a twisted Jessica Rabbit.))

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