"And again, the Day dawns!"

What you would first see is a gleaming behemoth of a figure. Polished gold and crimson armor shining with radiance in the sunlight, heralding the dawn, basking in the noon day sun, and glimmering in the sunset. Truly an implacable and immovable figure, it would move deliberately and with urgency when needed, but collected and methodical at rest. Weighing more than most grown men could carry, the glinting visage would have taxed even the most battle-hardened warriors. For many, this would be the case, but not for the individual under it's protective layers.

To Lunaria, she's grown fond of the boon and burden.

It would come to some surprise that the figure in the suit was, in fact, a woman. If one were looking for any sort of indication in the figures walk, they would be able to tell by her gait. Or even more simply, by talking to her. Though her voice would be muffled due to the helm encasing her features, they would be able to tell from the singsong, feminine speech. What a shame it would be that her bodice would be kept away from the prying eyes of Sinfar...

During the day at least.

"Ah... Night again!"

The brilliant armor of daytime would magically constrict to her elven bodice at night. Forming a tight cling to accent her feminine figure. The armor losing it's radiant glow, to a more subtle night scheme. Gold trimmed along the edges, but hues of black and blue for the bulk of her defense. If you could call what she's wearing any sort of defense. Clearly this suit was for movement and precision strikes.

Lunaria's elven beauty would be a sight to behold. Pointed ear peeking through the  crimson flowing hair draping across her milky white, flawless skin. Red tattoos adorn her high set cheeks, pointing to her striking gold eyes that would rival the suns brilliance. Her chest, two mounds of supple flesh with how tight her breastplate  would compress, it would appear as though she was poured into it. Further downward, a tight core, toned and with faint appearance of hard abdominal muscles from her rigorous and unending training. Finally wrapping up her pretty little package with a perfectly plump, and very proud of, rump. Much more than a handful for most...





OOC info: Her armor never fully comes off. Think of it as a cursed suit that she willingly wears. However, due to her training she's able to manipulate it even if it's daytime or nighttime, dependent on the environment is what you'll get. Keep this in mind if all you want to do is get some sweet elven lovin'.

Lights:

Green lights: RP! Both long term and short term. All are welcome!

Yellow lights: Hermaphrodites. Futanari. She-males. (ERP-wise)

Red lights: Scat. Rape. Excessive mutilation. Bestiality. Pedophilia.