With skin as pale as porcelain, and hair as red as a fresh drop of spilled blood, this demon-blooded individual seems almost to be uncertain and vulnerable, which in and of itself is a rarity for a succubus.

Within her striking sapphire gaze is something that doesn't seem possible for one of her ilk; There is compassion for those in need, sympathy for those deserving, amongst other things that one not bearing a soul should ever have.

Horns wrap graceful about the crown of her head. In such a way it seemed as if she wore a crown of ivory at all times. There is a smile that sometimes carries genuine friendliness, or a hint of sensual playfulness.

Her form is one of generous proportion, thick curves with just a tiny hint of pudge, a life of indulgance mingled with an effort to keep herself fit, so that she never gravitates towards the 'too large' size and remains at the same shape. Enough to grab onto, it would seem, in a moment of shared passion.

A tail with a spay ended tip, curves and sways behind her, often wrapping about her waist or curling between her legs whenever that rare look of uncertainty graces her features.

//No drama, or herms, or shemales or hins/gnomes/dwarves/kids, or animals, or girls, or orcs, or half-orcs, or shapechangers and I reserve the right to change this list at will!.//