~~~The Short and Sweet~~~
Race: Wild Elf (Heavily Fey-blooded).
Age: 140.
Gender: Shemale.
Height: 5'10"; tall for an elf.
Weight: Average, leaning light.
Skin: Dark. Smooth, flawless.
Eyes: A crisp, bright emerald green. Slight slant.
Hair: A deep, lustrous red, usually kept up in a ponytail. .
Build: Curvaceous.
Bust: Lower-end Ds.
Musculature: Toned, not a body builder.

~~~The Long and Clean~~~

Lyrae is a fey-blooded Wild Elf; her mother was a tribalistic elf and her father a wandering satyr; their nonconsensual union resulted in Lyr, and the woman shows more traits of her father than of her mother. She's taller than the usual elf, and more solidly built, looking, perhaps, like a half-elf to the uninitiated. Those familiar with the varied, fantastical races of the Fey could potentially mark her blood for that of a satyr, or some other nature spirit. Her teeth are one of the more obvious indicators; when revealed, her smile looks closer to that of a wolf's than a human's, albeit the same as neither.

She speaks common clearly, signalling an education beyond that of a tribal elf, though without the lilt of a scholar or noblewoman. Her bearing is friendly, if a little bit animalistic, and most certainly slightly ill at ease within cities. Her posture is meant neither to seduce nor to tantalize, though her natural features may perform that task unaided. Her scent is that of the forest; a pleasant, earthy smell.

Of weapons, she has few. A few simple tools could be seen on her person from time to time, but most often she carries nothing but a simple walking stick, a gnarled length of wood that has seen plenty of use.  

While within cities, at the least, she tries to make an effort to present herself semi-decently, unlike a fair deal of the more natural residents and visitors of the city. Generous breasts are typically bound, and she'll even go so far as to wear shirts, though some of her flesh is always revealed to the open air. Between her ample chest hangs a simple totem of a raven, on a plain rope twine and shaped from onyx by dwarves and set with a tiny ruby for an eye.

As far as her lower body's dress goes, she varies it up. While she makes an effort to wear more concealing trousers, her 'gift' leaves this an uncomfortable, and somewhat amusing, choice due to the confining cloth. Restricted so, her endowment creates a readily visible bulge against even the loosest of fabrics. Should something arouse her interests, a damp spot would surely follow. She finds it far more comfortable to wear a less restrictive skirt or loincloth, or indeed nothing at all, but this presents a problem as well; without wearing the longer skirts that she detests, her shaft would hang free and be quite hard to miss by even a casual observer.

~~~The Long and Dirty~~~

Lyrae's heritage leaves her with gifts. She has a supernatural physique; generous, pliable breasts heave with every breath and flawless, dark skin that begs to be squeezed and touched. Her features have the classical and angular elven grace to them, with ever so slightly slanted eyes tinged a deep and thoughtful emerald. A thin, delicate nose and pointed ears cap it off, her almost blood red hair pulled up and away from those points and bound in a ponytail. Like most elves, she is still hairless across most of her body.

Arms and legs are wrapped in finely toned, lithe muscle with an ever so slight layer of fat, padding her out and giving her a soft, yet strong, build. She doesn't appear to be a warrior, but holds herself with an animalistic potency in combat that is almost as intimidating as raw muscle. She takes this to the bedroom, too; she tends to lose herself to the beast within, making a night with her rarely an extremely tender experience.

Her chest is a proud feature, to be sure; crowned with pert, sensitive nips and swelling out against anything confining them, Lyr has long ago stopped trying to draw attention away from them. Those milky orbs are certainly not the largest in the land, by anyone's reckoning, but they serve their purpose and are more than a handful for most humanoids. Just below is a toned, pert tummy, unpierced and hairless, often bared for the world.

Lower, between her athletic, lean legs lies the real source of her troubles. Her shaft is monstrous, a long and girthy affair even flacid, which is a state that usually lasts only a few minutes. The shaft, hanging just under a foot when flacid and extending a fair deal over a foot when aroused, is a solid five inches in girth, made to break and breed a welcoming, or perhaps not so welcoming, hole. The shaft takes the form of her father's; a huge, flared thing, similar to a horse's but not quite as pronounced with the flare. When idle, Lyrae's beastial cock is always semi-erect as the elf battles back unwelcome urges and her own instincts. The tip constantly releases small glops of clear, musky pre-seed, the arousing scent usually wafting up to Lyrae's hypersensitive nose and feeding into her arousal further.

This slab of meat rests above two hefty, hairless orbs; veritable cum factories, they constantly swell and pulse, able to create that viscous, potent seed of life almost as fast as she can pump it out, usually only stopping when her instincts tell her that whatever is receiving her gift is good and thoroughly bred...whether or not the orifice in question even allows such. Her leathery sack is warm to the touch and, much like all of her sex, emanates a raw, musky aroma; a primal, virile stench, one accurate to the prize contained within.

Her rear is rounded and firm,  not particularly jiggly but cuppable and kneadable, hiding a dark, puckered star between. Like the rest of her, it is smooth and free of scarring.

Lyrae is divinely cursed, or perhaps blessed, to be potent; she can produce quantities of cum beyond that of mortals, and if she lets her mental concentration falter she easily loses composure and gives in to a more bestial state where she cares only for mating. Her seed is compatible with any race that can reproduce through sex, robust enough to survive hours outside of her body without losing potency, and strong enough that she could breed anyone who was short of barren. Thankfully, when she loses herself to the beast, she does not always choose the right hole, and her willpower is great indeed.  

~~~The Lights~~~

Greens: Far too many to list here. Breeding/impregnation, messy sex, cumbaths, rough sex, rape/pseudorape/nonconsensual, public/semi-public sex, group sex, humiliation, cum inflation, drugs, mind control, beastiality, you name it. I also enjoy dungeoning, regular RP, vanilla ERP, cuddling, chatting, etc. If you have a specific kink that you don't see in the greens, poke me. I'm very tell friendly.

Yellows: Males, very very rarely. Other shemales/futas, less rarely but still quite rarely. Both are acceptable in group situations. Watersports only with very, very trusted players.

Reds: Scat, vore, gratuitous blood/gore, anything that violates Sinfar's rules, permanent changes without prior OOC consent.

Notes: I'm -extremely- tell friendly! If you see Lyrae hanging around, chances are you can notice that she's more than simply female, unless you've some sort of visual impairment.