Catriona isn't the tallest woman in the world. At five foot nine she's quite respectable -- especially for a lady who appears to have some streak of elven blood in her veins --  but it does little to inspire fear or allow her to tower over others, even when in heels. Even if she were several inches taller, a woman with such a thin and shapely face does even less to terrify. A very long and well-kept shock of curly locks spill down to her mid-back, barely restrained with the occasional pin or hair clip, practically hiding away her face from the world. Not a bad face to look at, either, with its high cheekbones and lightly-hued green eyes, yet the skin tone she bears throws it all off. The majority of her skin is a pasty and sun-avoiding white, the pearly alabaster of nobility who spends too much time under a parasol; this is ruined by dark, creeping streaks and blotches of ashy flesh. She looks healthy, but like her skin has decided pigment-mixing and looking more like cattle is a nice way to be. Even with the expertly-applied makeup she wears, foundations and natural lipsticks and dark eyeliner, things still seem off.

As if to make up for the transgressions of her skin tone, the rest of her body is quite pleasant to look at, skin aside. Narrow shoulders and fairly delicate-looking arms, with just the slightest hint of tone to them and barely enough muscle to lift a bouquet of roses, taper to small hands with slender fingers bearing long, shapely nails. Her bosom, by comparison, is much more befitting of the low-cut dresses and figure-hugging clothing she wears, which rest above a smooth stomach. Hips curve out in broad glory, dipping into healthy thighs and calves worked by too much time in heels, long and attractive to the right sorts of people; her backside is nothing to scoff at, either. All in all, the body one would expect in the sort of place she resides.

Style-wise, Catty seems to wear whatever the whim of the day might be, usually some sort of skirt or dress in light fabrics and adorned with lace trim. Necklaces hang in multiple layers and usually bear a silver metal with blue gemstones, working well with simple rings and the odd metal clip in her hair, trying their best to tame the unruly mane she works so hard to maintain. She's always in heels, unless running about in the buff -- but even then, heels might still be present -- and does not shy away from makeup. A fashionista, at least. Seeing her without her lady's cane -- onyx shaft with sapphire gemstone as a head -- is about as rare as rare can be.

[OOC]
Catriona is a lady with normal lady bits. If you prefer other sorts of bits, she's also good with magic and gender is negotiable. Ask away, as I am PM-friendly! She is, however, unstable and violent. This part is less negotiable. Expect very rough and somewhat messy love, to say the least.

[Reds] Bathroom functions, vore, permadeath/other permanent changes without prior talks, Catriona being a slave/other long-term imprisonment.

[Yellows] Excessively masculine male characters, Catriona playing a submissive/bottom role. (She's pretty bad at it.)

[Greens] Women, traps, feminine males, shemales, futa/herms, etc; Sizeplay (10+ inch insertions, not 89" pillarmembers,) stalking/harassment/molestation/rape (giving,) capture scenes, heavy BDSM themes, pain/blood/abuse, bestiality/bestial races, pegging, torture, anal/oral, etc. Catriona is abusive and unstable, written for wildly painful scenes with a lot of blades, pain, and perhaps crying. She's capable of cuddling, but it's rare.

[Whites] Bondage, abusive/lopsidedly affectionate relationships, futa/herms, socialization, temporary/long-term slavery (giving,) so on. Catty is very well-suited for a bipolar relationship flipping between flaying someone to near-death and patching them up for a cuddle later. Bonus points if bondage is tied into mundane things - kinky housework? Ring-gagged tea parties? Let's be best friends.