Arilea

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Description
Name: Arilea
Age: 22 (Erm, elf years are like dog years? Then, um, 400?)
Race: Elf
Type: Abberation
Gender: Female
Alignment: True Neutral
Deity: N/A
Class: Sorcerer
Languages: Common, Elven, Abyssal, Stinger
Height: 5ft 6in
Weight: 138lba
Bust: E-Cup
Hair: Midnight Black
Eyes: Marble Green
Skin: Pale Blue-grey

Description:

    Perhaps absurdly, the first thing that tends to strike onlookers about this woman is her gaze- oddly intense green eyes, though they seem muted and a little more pale- a burning green veiled by a haze of marble - indeed, even little lines of white can be seen running through the milky green of her eyes. Clearly elven- their almond shape giving an exotic cast to her sharp features, they speak of all the confidence of both youth, and high birth, though in the depths of those pale green eyes lies a certain cold sorrow- some unshakable impression of loss, regardless of her current mood.
    The next place eyes are commonly drawn is not her figure, but to the great span of wings spreading out behind her- though wings they can only be called in the most vague of senses, for they are merely the dry, bonelike frame of what might have otherwise been an impressive pair of feathered wings. Often connected by a series of loosely-spun bandages that serve as a crude membrane, they seem to leak sand whenever they move- dry, arid sand as dark as one might imagine, which falls to the ground behind her- and even accumulates in places she lingers, for too long. Perhaps oddly- perhaps not- she seems capable of moving these wings, though if movement is achieved by some eldritch power, or is simply ?natural? for this ?elf? is hard to determine.
    Her features are what one might expect of elven nobility- all the fragile, fey qualities of elven beauty taken to a beautifully precise conclusion. Her cheeks are angular, and yet fit her face perfectly, her chin pointed, yet only coming to the delicate, graceful end that one might expect upon an elf- and that nose, gently pointed and even perhaps upturned slightly in a way that can only be described as cute. Her ears come to those typically elven points, rising sharply, hers seem to have a little bit of a curve to them, as they curve back- undoubtedly sensitive, they seem to tease for a playful nibble. It seems as though an artist decided to carve her face out of stone, rather than a product of birth, and yet it seems so very oddly natural and smooth.
    Her body is a product of sleek elven lines, and whatever else runs in this woman?s lineage - she seems to possess much more enticing curves than the straight-as-a-board elves might. Indeed, she is certainly better endowed than a common elf, though her body possesses sleek, athletic lines- muscles showing beneath her strangely blue-grey skin, though she seems less than a warrior might, a pleasant little layer of fat obscuring them just ever so slightly. Her breasts swell forth from her chest naturally, creating alluring cleavage that tends to be distracting enough to draw more than a few glances- her breasts are surprisingly large for her frame, but not disproportionately so- naturally alluring breasts that give a less than subtle bounce with every step she takes, and rise and fall with each of her breaths. If fortunate enough to see them unclothed, they are capped in perky nipples a darker shade of that strange grey-blue than the rest of her body, and pierced through with a pair of studs, making all that much more sensitive, they simply beg to be tweaked and pinched to excitement. Below these breasts lies her slim, toned waist, muscles visible present beneath the flesh, here- that slim waist flares fluidly to her hips, and heart-shaped, toned ass, providing the perfect distraction should one catch her departing, as it sways enticingly. Between those legs, if one is fortunate enough to see, are the glistening netherlips of her sex- above which sits her perfectly hairless groin - those netherlips are puffy, pink, and enticing, promising an undoubtedly tight fit, though, more often than not, she does tend to wear pants.
    Her hands end in dark talons- more than simply thicker, meaner fingernails- each of her fingers ends in a dark point, and looks ossified,  though very much black, as well - still, despite this rather cruel looking feature, she seems well capable of controlling her hands just as nimbly as any other- her fingers capable of curling, grasping, or caressing- truly, all the amazing and underappreciated feats of dexterity one might imagine a set of fingers might perform. (Wow.)
    Her tail curls and flicks behind her, almost playfully- giving a catty twitch, even, now and again- it, much like the woman it is attached to, is graceful and sleek, and yet, it comes equipped with a rather dangerous looking barb, at it?s tip- one that even, every now and again, drips what can only be a truly potent, caustic venom. Still- the elf-thing seems so very practiced with this appendage, a limb she seems to have been born with, she happily draws that tail across her own skin- tracing the lines and curves of her form playfully, without even grazing herself.

   
OOC:

I?m down.

Player:Artful Dissonance
Gender (Visually):Female
Race (Visually): Elf