Name: Eleanor Vosburgh
Age: 41
Race: Human
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 137lbs
Eyes: Faded thyme green
Hair: Black (Dyed)
     -Roots show flecks of silver
Bust: 38 DD
Waist: 28
Hips: 40

The woman walks with an air of confidence in her step, often taking slow drags from a black clove cigarette pressed between her crimson stained lips. The scent of clove following her as she travels. Her eyes hold a sort of aged wisdom to them, lending her something of a matronly look.

Her voice is husky, like she's drank and smoked a bit more than would be considered healthy, though it gives her words a natural sort of purr that isn't entirely unappealing.

She has aged gracefully, though is far from untouched by time. Creases set in the corners of her eyes that crinkle when she smiles, and frown lines that draw across her forehead when she is displeased with something.

Her bust sags, the natural effect of size and age both. Still full but not quite as perky as those young things running all over the place.

Her attire is luxurious, but often revealing. Perhaps leading one to imagine she might have been quite a well paid escort once upon a time.

She tries to hide her aging by dying her hair, though often enough silvered strands can be seen hidden among the ebony locks. Something she is just a touch sensitive about, it isn't advised that you go pointing them out to her.

She's warm, and pleasant in conversation. Open to speaking with just about anyone. She can be flirtatious at times, but at her age she doesn't care to put a lot of effort into those games.

She'd far prefer to be more direct. She is, after all, a woman in her prime. Perhaps retired from past professions, but she'd still give those young naive girls a run for their money.

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In so far as lights go, I tend to be rather open minded. All I ask is that you please adhere to the following no-go areas. Vore, Vomit, Mutilation, Scat, Disease, Footplay (footwear stuff is okay). If you avoid those, everything will be kosher!