Her race calls themselves satyrs; fitting given their cloven hooves and culture of generous love and promiscuity, though there is nothing fey about them. Lamassu is a lovely specimen of her people, a touch of fiendish ancestry adding to her beauty and most notably expressing itself in the sinuous tail that would hang nearly all the way down her long legs were it not more often curled or in some manner of motion and gesture.

She carries herself with a certain vanity, careful to maintain a balance of athleticism and voluptuousness to her figure. Her skin is flawless everywhere save for her legs below the knees where a short layer of golden fur descends to her hooves. Typically eschewing make up and the adornment of jewels, Lama is content to naturally lovely visage she's been given stand on its own. Quick to smile and laugh, one might catch the glint of the stud in her tongue but her claim is that it's not for decoration's sake anyway.

The satyress is meticulous in her dress, her style following her own whimsical standards of beauty and often made to reveal much more than cover. Lama adores her statuesque body, the long limbs and slender fingers, her full perky bosom, a toned belly that flares into broad hips and a splendid curvy backside that she's fond of showing off in her manner of dress as well as her posture and the sway of her walk.

Her flirtatious fashion sense results in a certain honesty at the very least, the fact that her gender skews away from the purely female often discernible to anyone who might glance down when she wears something a little snug around the loins.

In her home her hermaphroditism was celebrated, though in her travels beyond she found this wasn't always the case. Where its tolerated or accepted she takes brazen advantage, and where its not she tends not to stay long, preferring much to find the places where she can flaunt herself proudly rather than slink about feeling persecuted.