Life is almost sweet, and so also goes Arkady.  Always laughing, always smiling Arkady.  In fact, if she'd spy you spying upon her more likely she would still be wearing that same small smirk she ever wears, hinting at a joke just told privy only to she.

Standing a touch over six feet high, this naturally lithe creature bears herself much like an elf, if perhaps a stretched one... or would, were it not for those awkwardly mechanical legs of hers.  One's gaze rising from the ground upwards, it would surely be those legs one spies first, made up as they seemingly are, entirely of cleverly overlapping and bolted together plates of some manner of dark, purple stone.  Producing a heavy 'thunk' as she plods about in a manner hinting of what once was grace and now no longer, she nonetheless seems to appreciate the devices she's come to refer to as her "Clunkers."

Seemingly fused at the stone knee-joint to her thighs, one's gaze would rise from clunkers to the usual expanse of smooth skin and long legs showing beneath her latest skirt, swishing from side to side along the curve of her hips, or else lifted teasingly in the back by the sway of her powerfully muscled tail.  The rest of her figure no more particularly remarkable than most in this land of over-proportions, Arkady none-the-less sports an alluring flare of the hips, a narrow waist and a pleasantly heavy set of breasts for one of her build, often bound and supported to a greater or lesser degree by one tight-fitting outfit or another.

As one's gaze finally comes to rest upon this woman's face, marking perhaps Arkady's remarkably consistent smirk, one would find a landscape of purple.  Eyes, hair and darkly painted lips alike, all dyed a deep shade of purple to match her Clunkers and casual dress.  Sprouting up from that thigh-length font of silken hair, would often be a pair of short, thick horns of dark bone, dully gleaming with the appearance of obsidian.

Naturally adept at stepping between the Light and the darkness, while Arkady is most oft of pale porcelain caste, she seems just as able to slip across herself a veil of shadows, thin and clinging, to seemingly dye her form the color of midnight, mimicking in her form and hue a rather tall drowess.

~ [ Accoutrements ] ~

Arkady is almost never without a rather ancient looking tome at hand, or else in a magically-shrunk bag at her side.  The title long ago fell off the cover.  What mysteries does it contain?  She cannot recall.

She may also oft be found staring into a crystalline sphere, perched atop her fingertips and full of a swirling silvery-gold mass of liquid metal.  What does she see?  She does not know.

Finally, Arkady is always wearing a golden metal band about her wrist - a simple decorative bracer of hammered gold some three inches wide and set on the inside with a round, polished smooth river-stone of obsidian.  What does it signify?  She will not say.


~ [ OOC ] ~

:: Lights ::
Yes!  The part of the bio that -actually- matters, right?

: TL;DR :
Arkady is a kinky creature that's up for most things if the roleplay is right.  If you have a question or something specific in mind, feel free to send a tell - I don't bite! (Although Arkady might..)

Also, don't be a rapist.

: Roleplay :
Erotic roleplay is ever and only the result of quality roleplay, its reward not its enticement.  Please keep this in mind, as even the greens will require roleplay to attain!

Roleplay for roleplay's sake is also a worthwhile endeavor.  No sex required, fancy that!

: Greens :
Arkady can be a kinky thing, when her amusement is caught.  Arkady is decidedly -dominant- so those looking for a slave should look elsewhere, though playful switches are always fun!  Those looking to be controlled, bred and humiliated may find Arkady a pleasant mistress, though her taste may be fickle, ever bound to her shifting humors.  Impregnation, corruption and mind-control are all on her to-do list, ideally done through creative use of tentacles and addictive goo...  If any of this sounds enjoyable to you, feel free to approach Arkady in-character.  Do these things sound downright awful?  That's okay too, because...

Really what she craves is quality roleplay, even of the non-sexual sort!  To forge friendships, to find lovers and maybe, just maybe, be caught up in that raging river, that torrential madness known as Love with a capital L.  She might find amusement in a casual one-off from time to time, but in a land built to cater to such needs, she can't help but look for more.

: Yellows :
Men are hit-and-miss.

: Reds :
Dogs, scat, pee and all that.
One-dimensional characters need not apply, rapists and pedos can really go die.

















































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