Emilia Teke

Portrait
Description
(A note: Emma is a sorcerer whose gifts with the powers of illusion are, from an RP standpoint, silly. Thus, this description will have two halves. Her presented appearance, the 'dragon', and her actual appearance.)

~~~ The Static ~~~
Name: Emilia Teke (Pronounced 'Tea-k').
Gender: Female (100%).
Eyes: A deep azure.

~~~ The Dragon ~~~
Race: Human (Dragonblooded).
Age: Around 26.
Height: 6'1".
Weight: Average.
Bust: Lower-end D.
Build: Curvy, with athletic musculature.
Hair: Deep red.
Shape: Straight, kept in a ponytail.
Ears: Slightly pointed.
Notable Features: Red, draconic wings

The figure before you holds herself with a confident, proud bearing, almost that of a warrior who has seen many battles but has yet to harden to the world. She seems to never rest her vision on one item for long, constantly searching and watching all around her.

To touch her skin, one would notice a certain soothing warmth accompanying the smooth texture. They would also be able to feel both the thinnest layer of fat and the lithe, dextrous muscles hidden beneath.

She typically prefers to clothe herself in the manner of a warrior, wrapped - at least in part - in a protective steel shell. When less worried about protection, Emilia tends to favor loose, comfortable shirts befitting her bust and tight, figure-hugging trousers.

Her face, despite the soft features, has the sort of calm assurance that can only come with experience, as well as a certain radiant attractiveness. The cerulean pools of the dragonblood's eyes stand out in stark contrast to the lustrous red hair framing her features, kept up and away from her eyes in a slightly messy ponytail. Her lips are plump and inviting, often curved into a welcoming smile, and hide an unblemished tongue, alongside clean, white teeth. Her ears pull back into the slightest of points, easily missed. Despite her armament and bearing, she doesn't have a single scar to marr her beauty.

Moving further down, her chest is adorned with two heavy, sensitive orbs, each begging for a hand to take them up. They are capped by light, eager nips that perk up at the lightest sensation. Her breasts often push out against the fabric of whatever clothes she might happen to be wearing, though Emilia does her best to let them have some degree of comfort. Resting in the valley between is a silver amulet bearing the symbol of a serpent. Her back bursts forth with wings; it's questionable if the ruby-scaled limbs could give her enough lift to truly fly.

Her smooth, toned tummy has a gentle curve to it, the center holding an unpierced navel. Her athletic musculature manages to add a light texture to the soft expanse. At the bottom, they flare out into wide, childbearing hips that lend a slight, feminine sway to her gait.

Her nethers are befitting of a dragonblood; a tight, untouched entrance radiates the same comforting heat as the rest of her body, often glistening already by the time her clothes would be removed. Her passage itself is warm and snug, serving as a delectable path to her fertile core. The hair above, matching that on her head, is shaved cheekily into the shape of a flame. Further back, her tight, virgin pucker rests, nestled between her firm, grippable rear.

Her legs are long and toned, begging for an adventurous hand and showing off the fruits of her labor; a wiry, firm musculature.

~~~The Girl~~~
Race: Human (100%)
Age: Just barely 19.
Height: 5'9".
Weight: Light.
Bust: Mid-range C.
Build: Average; little muscle.
Hair: Dark brown, somewhat mousy.
Shape: Straight, shoulder length.
Ears: Utterly, plainly human.

Emilia is a gifted illusionist, though not by training; her blood burns with the ability to manipulate magic at her whim, and she has always had the ability to bend her reality to said whims. Underneath her proud, heroic visage, Emma is just a rather ordinary girl. No wings, no tail, no great, radiant beauty; she could be easily mistaken for a common librarian, were it not that she still managed to bear the heavy weapons and armor of her other form. The extent of her innate magic is such that her illusion feels real to the touch; it's merely a step away from actual transmutation.

Her control over it is, as of the present, low; the same magic that allows her other form to appear and feel real to others causes Emilia to feel any sensations associated with the form. Pain, pleasure, even the merest touch of her wings. It feels as real to her as to others.

The illusion is pierced, however, as easily as any other. Dispelling magics destroy the facade, and true sight allows one to see through and ignore it, revealing the body beneath.

Her hair is left to fall to the shoulders, brown and straight, framing a softly featured face with average, unadorned lips. Her eyes remain the same; they have a haunting, enchanting quality to them, and are often wide with interest.

Her chest is light; cuppable and firm, her pert breasts are modest and cute, tipped with nipples that are proportionate and eager. The tummy beneath is soft; she's not quite fat, but has a certain pleasant weight to her, being healthy for a girl her size.

Her nethers are similar to her state as a dragon; virgin, untouched lips, though not often so eager, beg to be plumbed and explored. The hair above is shaved clean, and she lacks the 'heat' she usually presents. Her tush is less prominent, though it has a certain soft jiggle to it that she lacks in her draconic form, begging a swat or grope from passer-by.

When her true nature is revealed, Emilia seems to immediately lose some of that confident standing, becoming uncertain and wary.

~~~The Lights~~~
Green: Anything not in the reds. Favorites include breeding/impregnation, risk of impregnation, lots of cum, scents, magic/mind control, drugging, forced/rape, public, surprises, groups, Em being submissive, exotic characters or vanilla, tenderness, cuddling, and even plain old RP. Em has a story, and enjoys adventuring.

Yellow: Watersports. I will almost always say no.

Red: The usual. No children (Duh), no permanent changes without my consent, no (excessively bloody) death/mutilation/torture, no scat.

Notes: I am -excessively- tell friendly! Just say hi, I don't bite!
Player:Bastion
Gender (Visually):Female
Race (Visually): Human