((Quick summary at the bottom, for the lazy people.

Long blonde hair that covers over her ass, bright crimson eyes drawn into stark contrast by black eyeliner and shadow, glistening dark burgundy lips. And to top it all off, a sultry smile.

When most think of artificers and mages, they think of bookish scholars, hidden among dusty tomes. Ashvalia is as far from the sort as one could possibly imagine. Her body is seemingly made for sin, and it is rightfully so, as she was born from the union of a succubi and a sorcerer, the powers of both flowing through her veins. Yet, despite that, she took up more intelligent pursuits than the usually turbulent chaos that follows the life of a sorceress. Often in the possession of various mechanical, clockwork and steamwork devices of her own creation, there is little that she does not tinker with when given the opportunity. But now that you know these little details about her, how about taking a look at her body?

Her face bears hints of elven ancestry, only the features are far too soft to be fully so, bearing a mixture of feral, angular features such as her jawline, while still retaining soft, slightly rounded cheeks. Her face would be aptly described as "heartshaped" if anything. Eyes shaped like perfect almonds, irises the colour of fresh blood, with a small, pitch-black ring at the very center by her pupils, which bore resemblances to those of a cats. Ears hold a slightly tapering point, similiar to those of half-elven descent. A slender button nose sits squarely at the center of her face, in immaculate symmetry with the rest of her features, with full and lush lips sitting just below. Long strands of silken blonde hair fall from the top of her head, the ends coming to a halt just beneath her lovely rear end. Should you get to touch, you might note slightly firmer points high above her temples, hidden by her hair. The remnants of sawed-off horns.

Looking further down, a slim and graceful swan's neck leads into feminine shoulders and slender arms. Seemingly devoid of any sort of muscle-tone, hers is the easy life of little manual labour, instead having a light padding of puppy-fat to enrich her looks. Manicured nails which could be mistaken for claws adorn the tips of her slender fingers, painted a blood red colour.

Her chest draws the eyes of many, being in the possession of two quite massive breasts, easily filling up an F-cup bra if she were to be measured, perhaps even a slight bit larger. Contained by tight corsets and low-cut tops to expose her cleavage and tantalize onlookers, the small silver barbell studs might sometimes be visible through the thin clothing, piercing her constantly stiff nipples.

A slender waist trained back by corsets more often than not, curving inwards in a sensual hourglass shape that so many women dream of. Ashvalia's stomach is completely flat, with no visible musculature, but instead a light layer of puppy-fat much like the rest of her entire body was adorned with.

The rear end that was covered by lustrous blonde locks is the only thing that might catch more attention than her bust, for certain people. Curving outwards with such a lovely, rounded shape, she has quite the ample curves for onlookers to stare at. Two fleshy asscheeks grinding together as she walks, but sadly often hidden by the long, flowing skirts or dresses that she tends to wear.

At the front is where most men would instantly avert their eyes, should they ever witness what she bore. A massive equine shaft, bordering on ridiculous dimensions hangs between her legs, swaying pendulously unless strapped to a thigh. When flaccid, it measures a full twenty inches in length, and an astonishing, orifice-ruining eight inches in girth, with no doubt plenty left to swell out should the enormous phallus grow aroused. It is not alone, however, as she also bears two heavy testicles contained in a hairless sack, each the size of a large orcs fist, holding copious amounts of her seed.

Stood upon long, slender legs, which held the only little muscle-tone in her entire body, for those legs surely have quite the task with holding her entire weight up, with all of her additional, heavy assets. Toenails manicured in much the same fashion as her fingernails, albeit much shorter and neater.

Hairless entirely aside the hair atop her head, eyebrows and lashes, the alu-fiend takes great pride in her sensual figure, flaunting herself to onlookers whenever she can. While not ashamed of her "gender" so to speak, she does know that it can make many uncomfortable, so that swollen endowment is more often than not veiled by illusions and kept in check.

Summary:
Name ~ Ashvalia Tyrnax
Height ~ 6'0"
Weight ~ Likely fairly heavy.
Hair ~ Blonde, ass-length.
Eyes ~ Blood red.
Skin ~ Tanned.
Bust ~ F-G cup.
Cock ~ Equine. 20" by 8"

Lights:

Greenlights ~ Anal (<3), Oral (<3), Vaginal, bondage, D/S, breath-play, stretching, large-insertions (Duh), mind-control, mind-breaking, toys of all sorts, conditioning, training, creative RP, normal RP, long-lasting RP, relationships, quickies, character-developement.

Yellowlights ~ Owning a slave, being a slave (Requires the right person, in both cases), permanent damage, watersports, PvP (I'm all for it, just don't go beating me down without any RP).

Redlights ~ Halflings and catlings, pedophilia, scat. Probably a few things more that I cannot think off.

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