Short version-

Height: 6'2"
Weight: -growl-
Hair Color: Shadow Crimson
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Skin Color: Pale.
Sex: Shemale.
Cup Size: B.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.
Race: Planettouched Equinal
Freckles: Plentiful on cheeks, shoulders, and the top of her breasts.
Alignment: Chaotic Goodie Goodie.

Reds: Scat.
Greens: Its all gravy from here on out.

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Long Version-

History:

Marian was is a descendant of an Equinal bloodline that skipped several generations before manifesting. While she doesn't believe this should define her past, such things were set in stone long before she was of age to make any choices in the matter. Being born in a small farming village, the people were quiet, old fashioned and highly superstitious. Needless to say that when the girl next door is born with a horses lower half, it tends to call some unfortunate heat down on the family in such communities. Her Father was executed as a heretic, and her mother burned at the stake as a witch. Touching story no?

She would have suffered the same fate if not for a band of adventurers from the northern dales. While they had chosen to stay out of the towns affairs while passing through, and had sat idly by while her family was executed, even the most neutral self centered of profiteers have a hard time standing by while a child of mere days is about to be sacrificed. Her first memories of life where traveling with a few members of the band that had rescued her, while some came, some went, and some died in the adventurers life, The core of the group remained. A foul mouthed but lovable old priest of Tempus, and a grizzled dwarven warrior served as her parents during the years she grew up, traveling to new places, meeting new people. She had been able to walk, and run almost instantly, a valued trait of her divine blood and the creature associated with it, and while it was by no means the way you raise a young girl... it was home to her and she loved every minute of it.

She took interest in her parents, and as she grew older picked up traits of both- learning equal parts the mastery of weapons, and the mastery of the spirit. This fueled with her natural fire and passion turned her into an incredible young warrior, and was the reason she was able to survive the parties last stand at a ruined fort along the sword coast. 5 men and Her, holding the gatehouse against 10 times their number in orcs. Shocked over the death of her family, she took to traveling on her own, making ends meet and taking jobs where she could until an exchange gone bad with a mage terrorizing local framers got her flung across the planes and brought her to land on styss, thankfully on top of a succubus. She survived the fall quite intact, however the demoness was less fortunate. She might have been troubled if it wasn't a sickening slutty creature of evil. Good riddens, time to start cleaning this place up a bit, but not before she made a little bit of gold, and replaced her badly torn tunic... can't have the breasts hanging out while one does good after all. Conflict of interest.


Appearance:

Marian stands 6 feet 4 inches tall, and brims with well maintained and powerful muscle, from her defined shoulders and powerful arms to a chiseled six pack that would make many a beach lifter green with envy. Her look certainly befit a female warrior who swings such a large weapon around. Dark red hair falling between her shoulder blades and piercing green eyes are her most predominate facial features, her gaze in particular is intense, glittering emeralds quick to catch the eyes of others with their color and fire. Her skin is pale, as expected of most redheads, though again she has her blood to thank for remaining for a large part lacking in sunburns. Freckles dust her cheeks and nose, as well as her shoulders and the top of her modest B cup breasts. Divine blood unfortunately does not mean a free pass on filling out every dress you wear.

Once you reach her hips, things change drastically, her stomach muscles show more tone then the rest of her, becoming more intense as they vanish into the lower half of a horse, powerful legs coiled with muscle, and ending in heavy hooves. While her endurance does lack, her sprinting and charging speed is exceptional- making her an explosive combatant when engaging from short to mid range. Her flesh is a deep brown, though tints of red can be seen running through. A well groomed and often bowed tail hangs down along her rounded backside... swaying back and forth occasionally - a trait not unlike a cats as it flicks from side to side.

While she does serve to keep herself modest with a heavy draped loincloth, a considerable sac and fleshy sheath strain against it, quickly doing away with any doubt as to what lies under it. She is well endowed, both in length as well as thickness... the erect flesh as wide as two arms brought together at the wrists, more then enough to damage anyone not experienced, or prepared.. for something quite so intense. She counts on this though, and is not above "punishing" evil with more then just her axe and hooves. She may even take a little more enjoyment in it then is healthy.

Arms:

Only wearing her full armor for dangerous situations like battles or dungeon crawls, she often goes around in a light and airy tunic. While she does keep a small collection of dresses, her inability to fill the cup often keeps her from bothering with them. She is always armed in some fashion, keeping a short sword and a dagger on her person at times when she has no reason to bring her axe with her. She is never without her Holy Symbol of Tempus, a memento of that foul mouthed drunken sod of a cleric who helped raise her, and who's worthless dragging ass she misses every day.

When fully prepared for battle she is a tank, wearing heavy plate and prepared with throwing axes, her 2 handed battle-axe, and additional daggers in strategic locations. You can NEVER have enough places that you can pull an extra blade from. Armor colors favor white and red, and when possible she wears a cloak with the symbol of her deity on it.


When questioned why a Battle Priestess of Tempus is out combating evil much like a paladin might, she supposes her battle must bring her god some pleasure, because he never deems to withhold his grace when she wades into the fray.


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