~Aintitheniel Morwen~
  The Little Angel of Dusk

Common Name: Ain (Ine)
Race: Elf/Hin?
Age: 503
Height: 4'2"
Weight: 82 lbs.
Hair: White
Eyes: Onyx
Build: Petite, but athletic
Alignment: Detects as Evil

Aintitheniel was oddly small for an elf. At first, one might suspect that she is a cross of elf and hin. They would certainly be correct, though her pressense seemed to put off an odd "vibe," as humans would say. There certainly had to be more to her than what could be told from a mere look at.

That small body was quite diceiving, as it was quite clear she was a woman, despite her size. Ain's chest was a nice, plump D that would bounce as she walked. Her abs, firm when flexed, gave way to a waist that made a nice place for hands to rest upon as those hips popped out just enough to show she was well suited for or, the more likely reason, had given birth.

Though her overall frame was rather small, it was quite clear from the slight definition of abs, that she was in very good shape. Nimble on her feet, the girl seemed to almost flost just over the very surface of the ground she moved across. This was of course just a trick of the eye most likely.

Her white hair looked as it a fresh snowfall constantly clung to the strands and blocked any sign of the real colour. A slight breeze could, surprisingly, catch her mass of hair and carry it on the passing current with ease; ease; and were it not for her fit shape, it could almost be said she would be carried away as well. Though the colour might be something to admire, the state of her hair was not so much. The strands wove in and out of each other, hiding strikingly contrast and almost hollow looking eyes, woven through sleep in to a tangled mess over centuries. An odd sight made all the odder, as it was obvious that she cleaned it very often.

If her experience didn't show through her physical care, it certainly did through her years of experience in combat and the stories she could recant to those who would care to listen. Despite having been through a rather long life already, Aintitheniel was always willing to enjoy many new encounters. A bit of a normad, she travels often, which was a habit she adopted from a late husband.

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Reds: Breaking server rules, any sort of rape, most kinds of torture, SM, Scat, not having fun. |:

Everything else: Have some fun and be imaginative trying to find out. :3

Final note! The Little Angel of Dusk is not a title. It is an actual translation of her name from Elven in to Common. There are a few other ways it can be translated as well, but I liked this name and didn't care. Plus, I was like, 15. x3