Oh insanity could be such a wondrous state of mind when one embraces its grandeur -- such was the philosophy of this lascivious little minx. Between the occasional bouts of schizophrenia, her descriptive ramblings about sexual experiences, and her tendency to speak in the third person, it's quite apparent that Nhilnarnae isn't completely there.

However, though the constant for this elf seems to be inconsistency, few could find ways to discredit her breath-taking appearance. Nhilnarnae was the sort of elf that denoted more than just a single look over. Man or woman, noble or slave, everyone seemed attracted to her allure. And who wouldn't be? She dressed to tease and please the eyes, to invoke thoughts of delightful lechery, and to simply drive even the most discipline individual mad with carnal want.

Her body boasted a curvaceous figure with subtle twists and turns in all the right places, toned muscle delicately framing each and every one. The elf's face was no less of an astounding sight, for she contained a pretty countenance that could make anyone's heart melt. The striking and unorthodox color of both her silken curls and vibrant irises added a touch of the exotic to her appearance, making her an all the more appealing plaything. Her eyes, similar to her hair with its sapphiric color, often shimmered with a lustful little glint, no matter what the particular situation.

And those holes -- oh those delicious holes. Once finally caught in the nude, each of the girl's orifices seemed equally pleasurable and inviting. Her taut sex was decorated by a delicately trimmed, heart-shaped rug that seemed to beckon forth lusty protuberances and curious tongues to play with. The elf's rear had similarly delightful properties. In fact, the mere thought of toying with her delicate rosebud had to be an enticing venture; the thing clenched and writhed around any intrusion, from an actual penetrating phallus to the slightest caress of a finger. And of course, there was her mouth. Truly, what ~could~ be said? Her pouty lips simply begged to have something to suckle upon.

Being quite the libidinous thing, she had an avid fascination with touching and feeling those she had become close to -- and oftentimes those she hadn't. Whether her desire for physical contact was a result of her inherent lunacy was up for debate, but she certainly had no outward qualms with eventually resorting to groping and fondling of private places in the most public of venues. Licking and nibbling were other peculiar sources of enthrallment for Nhilnarnae. Thighs, lips, ears, breasts, stomach; no source of flesh -- whether her's or another's -- wasn't subject to the curiosity of her taste buds. Always, she'd flash her porcelain incisors in a mischievous smile if she approved.

Couple all that with her adorably playful demeanor and aptness to form relationships both sexual and otherwise with those she fancies, it's hard for one not to be mesmerized with this charming jade. Or, at least, want to ravage her senseless, as is the norm.

As with all pretty women, Nhilnarnae was subjec to all sorts of scandalous and gnarly rumours. However, in her case, most of these rumours were either started or confirmed by the elf herself! And yet, even despite this, certain things are always best kept secret...

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OOC Notes:
Limitations on sexual encounters are few and far inbetween. I tend to go with the flow of roleplay, even if I'm not ~too~ excited about the particular genre of sexiness occuring. Definite reds include pedophillia (and catlings, holy fucking no catlings please), vore, and gore. As always, ask if you're unsure, but the fact of the matter is that I probably won't deny a request. Just let it be known that if it's not particularly gratifying, don't expect Nhil to come begging back for more!

Hermaphrodite upon request, as well as various other delectable things should Nhil come to know an individual well enough, or, in some cases, not know them and have a very good chance of never seeing them again!

Finally, please excuse all and any typos in this profile. I rewrote it rather hastily and didn't bother to check. Boo on me, I know, I'm a terrible person.

I'm friendly, lovely, etc., and most importantly I'm fucking awesome.

Just kidding.

Except not.

No, really. Kidding.