†{Name: Ruindullian}†
†{Last: Uknown}†
†{Age: Unknown}†
†{Weight: 160}†
†{Height: 5ft8}†
†{Sex: Shemale}†
†{Sexual Orientation: Bi}†
†{Race: Hell hound/human}†
†{Tattoo: Her form would be covered in red and white tattoo's, seeming do be done in a tribal fashion, for one would see the body of a hellhound seeming to display upon her breasts, while the had of the beast would lay upon her shoulder. If one were to walk behind her, they'd see the hounds maw open, as flames would seem to engulf a kneeling woman, though it was hard to make out any features through the flames, one would possibly be able to make the assumption that it is an human}†

Portraits: {Thanks Syzygy!}
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          †{Her Appearance}†
 If one were to catch her outside the thick battle robes she was normally in, they'd see that she had long, crimson locks of hair that went down pass her ass, looking like small streams of blood that ran down her figure. Her eyes would lack irises, simply being glowing, red ember coals. White canines would normally hug her red painted lips, seeming quite contrasting to the short haired, dark flesh that covered her features.

She wouldn't stand that tall if one seen her without her heels on, standing at an amazing height of 5ft8, her arms would be slim, but rather toned, much like the long legs hidden beneath that robe. Her robes would crest a bit on the chest, promising a handful "C" cup most likely, while she had slender hips.

Normally wearing spiked shoulder plates, gauntlets, and seemingly hidden blades that would pop out of the tips of her boots if she stomped her feet too hard, this houndess would use her full body as a weapon if needed, though no large sword, axe, or hammer would be seen on her form, instead long, red painted thick nails would adorn each finger, the knuckles thickly callused, no hair remaining upon them.

If one were to watch her closely, the shadows would seem to slide over her figure as if she was walking through water, or even subconsciously manipulating them to her own desires, it was obvious this woman was part, or has become adapt at controlling such. In combat, she'd be able to cause a second figure to raise out of her victims' own shadow to strike at them in a flurry of blows that never seemed to connect.

             (True Seeing)

Any whom looked at her with True seeing would likely see two bright flaring souls within her body, though they would seem scarred and cracked, constantly at war with each other.


           †{Her story}†

 She remembers the day all too well when the orcs ran into their village, slaughtering and killing most, those that were killed right away were the lucky ones, for the woman that were caught were dragged away to be raped, tortured, or who else knows what. The smell of burning smoke would still fill her nostrils, as she remembers so clearly running up those streets to get away from the creatures, before pausing to look back.
 A woman of unnatural beauty would begin to walk through the beasts on a clear pathway that seemed to have been made for her. Long slender fingers, with crimson red nail polish would rest upon the head of her Hell hound, the flames licking up around the creatures face, as it had burning embers for eyes. Raising a single finger, she gestured me towards her, and knowing that I had nothing left, I went to her. When I approached her right hand raised, and ran her nail down my cheek, leaving an almost deathly chill along it, before a flaring warmth. "Yes, I'll keep you my little one."
 As I grew older, and began to develop more, she started to take me to her chambers, I was used for when she was in a more sensitive mood, before finally one day she came forth, and took me to her room. A stone table would be there, that I climbed up onto as instruct. Raising her hands, she'd shackle me too it, and leaned over, letting her hot breath run over my lips before kissing me tenderly, as her hand leaned down to brush over my slit. "I love the both of you too much, so I want both of you always"
 Now I stand here, before you, not waiting to be judged, and not wishing to be judged, merely just trying to find my place in these lands of promising ends.

Send tells for information ongreens/reds/yellows and take in mind, that just because I green something one time,doesn't mean I won't red it my next rp experience with you. I'm open to most things, and normally will try anything once.