Dahara Sharae

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¤  Details  ¤ Name: Dahara Sharae adh el-Qayadin Race: Faerûnian Elf (Planetouched) Gender: Female Age: Late Teens Equivalent Height: 5'4'' / 165cm Weight: 120lbs / 55kg Eyes: Smoky Vermilion Skin: Dark Bronze Hair: Fiery Red Former Occupation: Defender, Skirmisher Current Occupation: Jhasina, Concubine ¤  Description  ¤ The Burning Rose, The Desert Flame, and a flame and a rose, she were. The sultry youth walked on long, slim legs that traveled up into the sweet heavens of soft and slender thighs. Silks draped her body like diaphanous mist, revealing and concealing, and slipping up in all the right places. Her skin, often sprinkled with gold dust here and there to emphasize wealth, was a shade of vivid life; a dark, sun-kissed shine that held an alluring gleam when bathed in light. There was plenty of the smooth, unblemished skin to drink in; she rarely wore more than tantalizing veils and expensive jewelry upon her nimble body, with tasteful gemstone beads and coins strung in ropes as decorative chains and fringes along the sheer garments of her choice. She seemed to possess an innate glow beyond the shine of gold, gems and meticulously painted nails, however, and even before making contact with her flesh, one could feel an intense warmth radiating from her. Her body swayed with her hips, her motions feline, graceful, elegant, but clearly deliberate or taught for the knowing eye, otherwise seemingly natural. This one was definitely no street whore or addict working for a few coins to score a hit of this or that. Her hands moved over her curves, as though inviting a lover's touch, making it clear that she was something else entirely. Fresh. Exotic. Untasted. Her figure pliant as a dancer's, it wasn't too far-fetched to believe therein lay her profession; her hips creating their own slow, sensual melody as she walked. The way she moved and the slow sway of her hips easily imparting images of being tangled in fine silks and luxurious lace upon a lush bed, languid and sensuous, enjoying honeysuckles, pomegranates, and only the finest of wine. This image was only enforced by the sweet scent of incense and oils that always followed in her wake, cascading over her like the drape of her fiery hair. Without the presence of her pasha, it was often held back in a loose braid, leaving tendrils to dangle at her neck and shoulders, easily making most men wonder how those flaming tresses would look unbound and spread upon their bed. Sensuous rhythms seemed to drift through her like an unseen lover guiding her movements, and while her body moved as if it was made for sin, and her plush lips seemed made for pleasure, her face was enthralling in its own right; a pair of smoky, vermilion orbs, as mesmerizing as a snake charmer's, holding the onlooker's gaze. One moment burning, one moment dark, the smoldering orbs were mysterious and cat-like. She had a certain haughty allure about her, a pride so often found in the elven folk; her eyes searching the crowd, ignoring the jealous stares and hungry looks that were undoubtedly removing every article covering her enticing figure, like thieves eyeing a coin purse. But what exactly was this captivating creature searching for? ¤ Tattoos, Brands, Scars ¤ Neck, left side; fine tattoo of a slithering bronze serpent with red markings that starts at her collar bone and coils up over her shoulder and behind her ear; appears to have covered up an older tattoo. Derrière, left cheek; faded branding depicting a rather intricate version of the letter Z. Right Thigh, front; large, masterwork tattoo of a crimson rose with three sharp thorns nestled upon its stem (one of which is fresh). Right Thigh, inner; multiple small scars, likely done by knife, resembling tally marks (13). Left Ankle, front; small tattoo of a pair of feminine red lips. Neck, nape; tattoo of sorts, barely glimpsed, always hidden by her hair. Left Wrist, inner; unfinished tattoo resembling a purple eye outlined in smoky black with a large, black pupil. Vulva, top; masterwork tattoo of a single leaping flame in vivid fiery colors. ¤ Background ¤ Dahara Sharae adh el-Qayadin. Once the favorite jhasina in the harem of a wealthy qayadin pasha somewhere in Calimshan, her elven blood never prevented her from climbing the power structure within the restrictions of her circumstance. Born beneath the heavy boughs of The Wealdath within the lands of Tethyr, and captured into slavery in her youth during a skirmish with the human locals, it would seem the former defender of the woods had been forced into another life entirely; a life the young elf seemed to have mastered to perfection, until a terrible sandstorm hit the region and changed everything. The Burning Rose, The Desert Flame; needless titles bestowed by the covetous hands of a single, powerful man. Perhaps that was why she had been so favored. He knew what she did not; the fiery elven youth was efreet-blooded. Matched with the allure of elven aesthetics, the greedy pasha was lost the moment he had laid eyes on her. Her bloodline plain to see for those with the expertise, but not so much for a young elf raised in a guerrilla-like atmosphere, taught that humans were the worst scum on all of Abeir-Toril. ¤  Ambience  ¤ Sting - Desert Rose My Ruin - My Beautiful Flower Puscifer - Breathe Moonspell - Made Of Storm Llewellyn - Tantra 1-4 Chelsea Wolfe - Feral Love Moonspell - Scorpion Flower
Player:	Hate and Adoration
Gender (Visually):	Female
Race (Visually):	Elf