Glissandra is a lithe looking thing, willowy arms and legs carry her with a certain grace afforded to many of sylvan heritage. A toned body lies beneath whatever meager clothing she wears, often forgoing the fabric for the most part in favor of showing off the vast mural of tattoos her body is decorated in. Flowing tribal whirls, depicting stars, clouds and snow-capped mounts all blend in with swooping arches or sweeping swirls. Cool blues, fading in and out of misty fog cover her canvas of dusky flesh.

  A pair of goat-like ears poke from a wild mane of lightly curled alabaster. Each one's lower portion pierced and stretched with large gauges, each held open by neatly kept bone circles. Above, a pair of ram's horns, studded and strong, swoop high from her head.

  Her nose bears a cutely bovine septum piercing, not unlike the lip piercing that pokes from the center of her plush lower lip. Each thing a nigh perfect size to match both button nose, and melancholic grin.

  The woman's chest is terribly modest, boasting a b-cup at the very most generous of measurements. These seem fitting, thanks to a finely narrowed waist, and hips that seem slender. Further still, the thighs and digitigrade legs hold her steady, with a pair of cloven hooves clicking (almost) every step. Between, what might lie? Hard to tell, but for in certain movements, where something more than feminine peeks a bulge.

 Height: 5'o ft
 Weight: 100lbs? Probably a fair guess.
 Build: Flamboyant Gamine
 Armament: 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.
 Something New?: A neat little collar now rests about the Satyr's neck, of fine supple leather, complete with a little metallic hoop.

                Lights:

 Greens: Petite, elven or similar body types. Dominance play, given or received. Necessary roughness. 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? Mostly?

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: Server Rule breaking. ruhuhuh. Lame stuff! Walk-up smex requests.