Statistics
Race: Deva (Second Circle/Yozikin)
Height: 6'4"//7'7" (Real form)
Weight: 210 lbs//300 lbs (Real form)
Hair Color: Blood crimson
Eye Color: Yellow-gold lost in a sea of black

Crimson Wind is typically in her 'humaniform', which uses the first set of statistics where applicable.

For her kind, Crimson Wind is relatively young and inexperienced. This despite having walked Creation for several centuries now in various forms. She is a defiant and joyous creature, filled with primal glee at the thought of sudden violence followed by riotous celebration. She is in essence unpredictable and perhaps a bit mad, although despite what may surmise from her fearsome appearance she is quite personable. A warm dry wind seems to accompany her wherever she goes, carrying with it the scent of wild predators, bloodshed and carnal passion. Mortals find it in turn unnerving and mesmerizing, depending on whether there is a seed of darkness and madness in their hearts or not.

Looking upon her wide statuesque frame it is hard to ignore that Crimson Wind is anything but human. With broad horns crowning her brow as if to add to her savage majesty and deep piercing inhuman eyes, she is the very picture of a 'monstrous creature', her towering height only adding to this impression. Her body is curvaceous enough in all the right places but hard and sculpted with beautiful and powerful musculature in all the rest. Stone and steel alike seem like so much paper in front of such overwhelming physical prowess.

Her skin is bronzed and surprisingly smooth, her choice of clothes and armor seeming often designed to show off her supremely fit physique. She isn't shy about it although neither is she obscene or shameless. She merely takes pride in it all. Her demeanor is one of revelry, cheer, earnest joy and ruthless violence. She gives the distinct impression of an unnatural apex predator, a creature wrought from the impossible nightmares of some slumbering titan's fitful rest. Her voice is loud and boisterous, no matter what volume she decides to speak at.

Those with particularly sharp noses wouldn't have much trouble catching the sheer rank and dominant maleness that clings to Crimson Wind with stubborn defiance. Although not quite as visually obvious about it as some other creatures, she is most definitely a shemale to those with such keen senses. And if her scent is anything to go by, gifted at that...

Red Lights
Scat, torture, pointless gore, extreme pain or mutilation, death in SRP, anything permanent without prior discussion.

Green Lights: Cock/balls worship, scentplay, risk of impregnation, oral in general, watersports, dirty talking (the filthier the better!), anything vanilla and story within the context of SRP. More to the point, roleplay in general is loved so don't be shy.