((I'm extremely tell friendly, lights are at the end and extend only to sexual roleplay. I enjoy more 'serious' roleplay as much if not more. This bio will change over time.))
~~~ The New and Fresh ~~~

Nothing yet!

~~~ The Short and the Sweet ~~~
Race: Drow (Pure).
Age: 121 (Young Adult).
Hair: A soft, snowy white.
*Shape: Long, straight.
Skin: A shade shy of pitch black.
Scent: Roses.
Teeth: Clean, straight; Elven average.
Eyes: White sclera, crimson irises.
*Shape: Slightly slanted; Elven average.
Height: Average.
Weight: Extremely light, almost wispy.
Build: Somewhat curvy, but runner's muscles are apparent.
Bust: C-cup on a human.
Diefic Symbols: Eilistrae.
Ownership Symbols: None.

~~~ The Long and the Clean... ~~~

Before you stands one of the famed Drow, a race known for their hatred and mistrust of the surface and their penchant for ritual sacrifice to their dark and chaotic god, Lolth. Chances are she hasn't really noticed you looking her over, as her gaze tends to be somewhere off in the depths of the Multiverse as opposed to being grounded in reality. The nude image of blade-dancing Eilistrae, wrought from silver and tarnished from the passage of time, hangs around her neck on a simple twine, suggesting to those familiar with such that she is not a spider worshipper, and that she is from Faerun (or at the least, Toril).

She is dressed somewhat modestly, most of the time. Currently she tends towards clothes that have some degree of elegance to them, though Rae can typically be found in trousers and flat-soled shoes, the trousers tending to hug her figure a bit more than she'd perhaps like. Judging by her lack of smoke-goggles, she has been on the surface for quite some time, though she still squints in the bright of day. From her hip hangs a thin scabbard, occupied by a whispy, unenchanted rapier. When ready for combat, she keeps a bow bound to her back, a simple thing made of yew wood and having equally mundane arrows in a nearby quiver.

She seems to smile somewhat easily, the young elf lacking the frown lines or marks of age that many more seasoned adventurers gain from their travels.

Her face is angular and well built, the (to a human) exotic features giving her that 'Elven charm'. Soft white hair cascades from her head, silky and long, framing her features nicely. Two alert, pointed ears split the tresses, listening eagerly to the world. She rarely applies anything to her face, instead letting her natural graces shine through.

Her build and posture are that of a runner, lithe and dextrous, though she lacks a truly 'strong' musculature. She has a trim figure, though it keeps a bit of soft, padding fat which gives her a look akin to a harem dancer. Her hands are soft, though sturdy, and her nails have a deep, lustrous purple polish to them, though they are kept short likely due to her profession.

~~~...and the Dirty~~~

Her figure has a delectable curviness to it, though she chooses to dress in a manner that doesn't present it to the whole world. Her skin is soft, sensitive, and unmarred by tattoos or piercings.

An ample bosom stretches against her clothes, the dark, sensitive handfuls larger than average for one of her race. The orbs' peaks are tiny, pert little nips, popping up and growing stiff at the slightest sensation. If she were to wear sheer enough clothing, there's a fair chance they'd be hardened just from the sensations of the air. Resting in-between the two mounds of flesh is usually her amulet of Eilistrae, the gleaming silver contrasting with her midnight skin. Her steps, and even her breaths, elicit small, pleasant jiggles from the pair, though this bounce is usually restrained by her garments.

Plump, wet lips grace her visage, soft and unmarred skin easy to caress or slap. Her eyes lack any sort of sultry twinkle, instead posessing a charming, heartwarming innocence to them. It might be questionable as to whether she actually lived in the Underdark or not. Her tongue is pink, the muscle unpierced and wet.

Moving further down her figure, her well-defined hips sway proudly under her soft, unpierced belly. Though not the most tempting in this land, they're enough to support a firm, smackable tush and to give her a distinctly feminine walk. All of this rests at the top of her legs, which are proportionately long, with wiry muscles and smooth, hairless skin. The legs end in her normal, humanoid feet, which are kept clean and have a uniquely purple nailpolish, the same as her fingernails.

Between her legs, her tight, untouched passage waits, the mound above it completely hairless and lacking markings. The tiny bud above those lips stands out proudly, unpierced and rarely touched, crowning the entrance to her silken tunnel quite nicely. Further back, between her cheeks lies a dark, puckered star, clearly not used for anything more than natural processes.

Her gait and scent do not bely any attempt to tease or ensnare, and her demeanor lacks the certain allure of the temptress. She doesn't flaunt her gifts, and indeed sometimes seems to be embarassed by them.

~~~The Lights and the Notes.~~~

Green: Send a tell if you're worried or want my favorites. However, Rae's a dynamic character. I want her to change over time. Also, if the player status says I'm good for SRP, don't ask, just do.. All genders, all races.
Yellow: Watersports; it requires you to be a trusted player.
Red: Perma/Gory Death. Necrophilia (excluding undead). Children. Scat. Hard Vore.

Notes: She's not a slut. At least not yet. Expect her to react to walk-ups begging for sex accordingly.