Name: Carmine
Race: Cambion
Height: 5'2”
Weight: 120ish lbs.
Sex: Natural Shemale
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

In a land so full of demons, devils and all other manner  of unearthly creatures, it was all but impossible to stand out. Yet somehow, even amongst such a fantastical crowd, the woman known only as Carmine might still manage to catch the eye. She was a peculiar woman, Carmine. Her skin was unlike any the mortal world knew. Although it might be compared to that of the drow,  her skin was a good shade lighter, looking reminiscent the ash from a fresh burning, and feeling just as soft.  
Standing out in stark contrast to the color of her skin, Carmine's eyes almost seemed  to shimmer and reflect the ambient light of her environment. The pair of luminous, aqua hued irises often stirred within their sockets as if in appraisal of the surroundings. Similarly,  the fiendish woman's burgundy colored hair for which she was named shinned with a healthy, lustrous sheen. Flowing down the entirety of her back, her hair found itself cut just shy of the full, round cheeks of her rear. This was of course, all too intentional as one’s gaze would inevitably find itself drawn to those plump mounds of flesh.
That luscious rear end of hers was not but the first feature that the abyssal fiend possessed and flaunted. Indeed, the entirety of her body was shaped near to perfection almost as though she had been sculpted from marble rather than born, or rather, spawned. Despite her voluptuous frame, Carmine's visage often proved itself striking enough to draw an onlooker's gaze.  Her every feature was strongly defined. Perhaps even to the extreme that a simple glance might be mistaken for an ireful stare. Even so, Carmine's often mauve painted lips were full, inviting, and utterly kissable; a feature which almost neutralized her otherwise hostile visage.  Forcing her back in the other direction, however, was a crown of almost draconic-looking horns sprouting from just above either temple, as if to shy away any lingering doubts of her heritage.
From a more boorish perspective, the first look might manage to bypass her face entirely and focus instead on the ample swell of her expansive bosom, but where was the blame in that? Either luscious mound of mammary flesh was easily large enough to fill the average man’s hand twice over and beyond. Whilst they yielded pleasantly to the touch, gravity itself seemed to hold little sway. Consequently, despite their size, Carmine's breasts were forever pert with youthful exuberance. The pert little nipples that capped those marvelous tits stood perpetually erect and eager. This was in part due, in no small part, to a pair of silver rings that she wore pierced clean through those wonderfully sensitive nubs.
Still further, Carmine’s abdomen would be revealed to be strong and firm. It was not overly muscled but rather lean and relatively featureless. Similar to her nipples, she often wears an intricate weaving of jewelry placed against her naval. Following the flow of her wondrous curvature, one’s gaze would draw then to the wide stance of her shapely, if not 'motherly' hips. Alongside those hips of hers, the demonic figure bore one particular asset she found herself prizing far above most others. Her ass. Each of those firm globes took to the touch gleefully surrendering to almost any advance. Her love for that voluptuous frame was made all the more clear by the clothing she wore. Not but the finest silk or satin was allowed to touch her flesh, and outfit she wore was quite purposefully designed to exemplify that ass of hers in full.
Those garments of hers would have a secondary and equally intentional result. Nestled between her shapely thighs was delectably sinful  ‘bulge’. Her endowment was utterly tremendous by non-Sinfarian standards even in it’s most flaccid of states. It was, however, never to be seen properly limp as the vascular offering always found itself swollen to some degree. It’s size, however, was not the most peculiar feature of the hefty member. In the very first moments of proper arousal, Carmines cock would begin readily weeping it’s lascivious offering. Rather than pre-fluid, the demon’s offering was the thick, viscous, pearly white substance of her very seed itself. Even this was not the strangest. No, the truly bizarre thing about Carmine’s masculine endowment was that it was layered with a series of bone-hard bumps and ridges; mirroring something one might expect to see between the thighs of a dragon. These boney little nubs had an odd habit of making that cock look almost like an over-sized sex toy. And yet, the thing was as full and functional as any other mass of similar design.
With so spectacularly messy an offering above, one could only expect the dangling satchel below to be quite remarkable in it's own right. Unsurprisingly, Carmine sported a hefty pair of testicles; the pair in tandem approaching the size of of a large grapefruit. Further exploration beyond those pendulous orbs would eventually draw the attention to the taught little rim of her puckered, hairless star.  Much like her always plump ‘manhood’, the grasp of that ring yielded gleefully to the touch, yearning to accept anything and any one into it’s almost virginally tight embrace.
Such an opulent creature could not be expected to settle for mere satin and silk. Where fabric would end, silver and gold took it's place.  In addition to the rings placed upon her nipples, she bore a few more rings of similar make and design looped through her left eyebrow. Additionally, her right ear held another pair of relatively diminutive rings at it’s apex. On the opposite ear, this point was marked by a small anchor to a tiny length of chain that draped almost to her ear lobe before being anchored again. The lobe itself bore an emerald stud, as did it’s twin on the opposite side. There was even a series of studs along the unnaturally long length of her tongue., and even her genitals were not without a touch of glamour. Whilst her cock itself was already ornamented with it's own natural bumps and protrusions, her testicles claimed a series of five rings along the seam of her scrotum.  Lastly, her nose held a tiny piercing the size of a pinhead on her left nostril. Furthermore, more of her fingers than not bore rings varying from simple bands to intricate workings of gold and other finery.

OOC
As for lights, I really don't have any. No scat, vomit or gore. I'm more than happy to try anything once!