((In a happily commited relationship in RL. Not interested in anything flirty OOC, and such behaviour'll get you ignored right quick.))

Race: Planetouched (Tiefling)
Height: 6'1
Skin: Pale
Hair: Crimson
Eye(s): Red
Build: Muscled/Toned


-=Appearance=-
This woman is a visage of battle. A planetouched, she has the blood of demons in her veins, and while she lacks tail, wings, or hooves to show this, it is non-the-less painfully clear to any who would look at her. From out her thick mane of red hair, a pair of curved rams-horns protrude, coming out to around her shoulders. Her face in itself is not unattractive, but it is marred by a series of scars, as is the rest of her body. Most prominent of them the scarred remnant of a vicious claw-strike travels down one side of her face, having claimed her left eye. She tends to cover this up with either an eye-patch or piece of cloth, though she is not opposed to at times leaving the old injury uncovered, knowing the intimidating quality it can hold. Her remaining eye is a piercing crimson, its pupil slitted like that of a cat.
Her body is forged in many of the battles she has taken part in as a mercenary and gladiator, showing both tone and muscle-mass enough to snap a man's neck like a twig. Between her thighs, the second trait given to her by her fiendish blood can be seen in a thick shaft, either standing erect or hanging flacid, though intimidatingly massive none the less. Along her skin, tattoo'd patterns can also be seen, travelling down over her along with scars.  


Usually either clad in heavy plate armour, or in furs that she took off of beasts herself, she carries many weapons on her person, though most prominently, and perhaps rather oddly, a trident. She wields this unusual weapon with lethal expertice, though she is no novice with any weapon, seemingly having trained with as diverse a means of battle as possible.

-=Personality=-

When the tiefling speaks, it becomes quite clear to any versed in planar lore that she has spent a good deal of time in the city at the center of the multiverse, Sigil. Language dotted with the odd accent and dialect that comes with planar cant, she is often difficult to understand for people not versed in the odd phrases and terms used in this manner of speech, though she also seems to take a small amount of glee in tormenting these "lemons".
Her personality is clearly marked by her life as a weapon for hire. She has few ethical issues with doing most vicious things for the right price, and even still she will seomtimes be damn cruel all on her own. She is not impossible to befriend though, being quite loyal to those few that she would think friends, even if affection from her often comes in the form of mild verbal of physical abuse.


((Evil character. Don't be surprised when she does aweful mean things to your toon.))

((I'll take my sexy sandwich without the poop. Halflings are also kinda icky and childlike, so that's probably also not my bag.))