You see before you an exemplary example of a Satyr. A libidinous fur leg'd fey with a thirst for wine and life. Skip to the bottom for boring basic stats.

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On a rounded face sat a set of rounded features that wore an ever present ruddy flush of color caused by wine or other pleasures of life. Her nose was in contrast to everything else, flat and wide and mildly deerish in appearance, it's mate a pair of wide bovine ears peeking through thick curls. In compliment to a soft jawline were full plush lips that sat ready to turn up into an inviting smile, the lower lip especially generous and plump as if in competition with the rest of her curvy body.

She watched the world half lidded with an amiable sparkle in her eyes; wide and oval-shaped, they were thickly lashed and as expected of her kind both bright and expressive. Gazing into them for long periods of lust or appreciation would reveal the exact color was unknowable. Composed of a myriad of blues and greens and pinks and every color in between, the rich pools shimmer with a capricious nature that caught and reflected light like a beautiful opal stone.

Around THAT face and THOSE eyes, her hair is a rich natural red, falling thick, curly, and unnameable down her back and rump, dancing delightfully to a stop just at the dip of her dimpled curve at the lowest point of her back. The wild tresses framing her face in waves and almost entirely hiding pointed ears that poked out at the side, her fiery curls appearing to have rarely if ever been cut.

Voluptuously figured, she stands an average height of a statue rendered of the epitome of ancient womanly beauty. To say plump would be kind, to say "a little fat" would be more accurate. Not obese or obscenely large, but she was rocking a narrowed waist giving way to flared wide hips and thick thighs that knew no shame. Her breasts large and appropriate to her chubby frame, but staying in reasonable size categories on a body that appeared to the eye not farther than an eighteenth summer.

Her rear is to be, as is expected by her softness, a masterpiece for the ass-man or ass-woman. Both rounded and expansive, topping thick thighs in a curving bubble of jiggly goodness, each bouncy step on the tip toes of cloven unguligrade legs /not digitigrade kids, google it/ causing it to give a sweet show regardless of her garb. Swinging a carefree pendulum motion above her ample ass-sets jutted the long prehensile tail given a long fall of hair draping down 'crost the end of the limb to pool in the tall grasses or on a fine grained wooden floor.

By far the most notable and intoxicating element of the intoxicated creature was a warm seductive voice of rich dulcet tones that wrapped around a listener as easily as a fine fur garment covering a pair of exhausted lovers lying intertwined by the fire's side on a chill winter's eve.

The voice drew a listener in, but it refused to stop there. It went so far as binding the listener to a bedpost with silken sashes and made them beg for more. The melodic rise and fall of softly spoken honey'd words either in tempting seduction, careless jest, or contemplative ramblings felt just on the cusp of leading a willing audience on a half remembered dream of uninhibited fantasies. The voice is an impossibly changing mixture of breathy tenderness, half-tamed ferocity, and husky wildness sliding from full rosy lips to weave around a listener and hold them entrapped and ensnared.

The redhead with her sparkling vocals, exotic eyes, and lush curves was not the most graceful of creatures. She held no unearthly beauty in her drunken motions, crashing into the side of a friend to lean heavily against them or stumbling over a rock that wasn't there when she looked back sheepishly. To add to that flaw, obviously she lacked any real social graces, carelessly letting whatever came into her head fly out of her mouth or inviting herself to personal spaces or conversations. Prone to forgetting what she did yesterday or dealing out nasty tricks to anyone willing to fall for it, she is far from the perfect beauty.

Full name: Nysa
Gender: Don't come at me for the D.
Skin: Sunkissed and youthfully tan
Hair: Irish curls
Eyes: Blue-green opal weirdness
Height: Average, 5'6"
Build: Fat and proud. No slaps here!
Voice: Tori Amos x10
Smell: Flowers, fresh rained on plants, sex, beer, rock n roll
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RP for more lights!

Likes: Drinking, Smoking, Fighting, Fucking, Cavorting, Carousing, Teasing, Flirting, Sweets, Romance, Bards, Interesting People with Interesting Stories

Dislikes: Sidhe Nobles, Necromancers, Math, Religion

Stay Away: Herms, Rape, Pedo. Herms ok when it's not sexy time.