Height: 5'10 ft

 Weight: 145lbs? Probably a fair guess.

 Build: Flamboyant Gamine

 Noteables: Bands and rings of silvery metals along her arms, and pair of short spears hang on her left hip, equal in length, and well kept for their obvious age.
           About her neck sits a collar, it's leather old but well maintained. The lingering reminder of old flame.
           Upon shoulder's dusky curve a scar lingers as gift from some big cat's maw, disrupting the intricate inkwork beneath.
           

  The faun's stride teeters hip first, a hypnotically languid grace as she drifts along. Whether it with the silence of snow's fall, or the soft clip-clop of hoove's on stone, you get the impression that this amount of noise is somehow intentional, as if seen when she wants to be. Those dire features pricked by ink, setting sharp shades of deeper dusk down from her gaze, beyond a horizon of fainter shade. Through plush lower lip, a ring to match one through her septum, and another bead peeking from left nostril's furrow. Either ear too, seems gilded in the brushed pewter jewelry, one with a series of studs, and the other with a thin bar - linked to lobe's hoop with a dainty chain.

  An ethereal jewel sits in the center of a headdress woven into her thick snowy mane, it's hues catching and playing with the gaze of it's observers in saturations drifting in and out of iridescence. From those billowing locks, a rack of deep onyx antler, curled about at the base by familiar ram's horn. The prongs reach for the skies above in asymmetrical beauty, each tip kept wickedly sharp, clearly not merely for play. The fae creature's cycle through the seasons having left her more bestial with every turn, it seemed, for even her gaze was wreathed in feral predation. Smokey lids sitting half-mast over those pale indigo eyes, glimmering with innocence - yet shimmered with malice. A mask? Perhaps, and flipped between with such ease.

  Tattoos sprout from every corner of her flesh, depicting abstractions of her homelands atop mountain peaks, icy cliffs, and the dark- deep wood. Shadowy things that spiral and dance across a body trained by a passion for physicality, not overtly strong perhaps, but bearing a ferocious artistry in her every movement.
  Wary, patient, and keen.
 

                Lights:

Greens: Petite, elven or similar body types. Dominance play, given or received. Lasting connections, but not necessarily relationships. Gliss is typically more of a 1 v 1 kinda combatant, but that isn't to say a solid revel isn't out of her reach. She's sort of...Pet-Dom energy, one must earn the ownership - fleeting though it may be.

New Green: The idea of deeper Fae magic being a subtle tool of her seduction. Mind bending, madness tempting. A feral enchanting force to be explored by those brave enough to succumb to it's dominance.

Reds: Walk up sex requests, monogamy, ridiculous size difference, rape