Name: Natasha
Age:  230
Race: Tainted Elf
Sex:  Shemale
Height: 5ft2
Weight: 120lbs
Eyes: Blue with green flecks.
Hair: Dark red
Skin: Pale, soft




This small, Elven beauty would seem to walk with measured steps, blue, and green flecked eyes studying those around her with suspicion. Even though she would put up the muse of a friendly smile on her features, she seemed to be cautious of almost all around her. Her skin would seem to be pale, even more so for that of her race, as if she had been years without sun, looking almost pasty. Some scars would be seen on her features, small, and healed, though normally shrouded by the dark, red, crimson strands that would cover her features.

Wandering eyes away from her features would show the deep, old scarring around her throat of the tearing, tight embrace of being hugged once by a collar, and likely for many years to leave such a tainting mark upon this beauty. Sleek shoulders, would lead down to thin, barely muscled arms, her wrists seeming to hold the same mark of her past upon them as well.

Normally dressed within dresses and skirts of silk, it'd do little to hide those small mounds of flesh, upon her dress, compared to those around, for they'd just manage to fill one's palm, yet they'd be deliciously soft to any that got to squeeze them. Even more oddly, there'd be a hint of a surprise that would dig into one's palm, if they did get to pop that groping squeeze. Her pale, toned thighs were the one asset she had no problem showing, those long lengths, normally ending with the beauty wearing a pair of open toed high heels, wiggling the crimson paint that always matched her hair.

When she walked, one would notice that her hips would almost sway hypnotically, yet, it would seem to be a subconscious action. Her movements wasn't one to beckon those in closer, for her eyes would wander over those gathered, as if searching for someone specifically at most times.

If one did manage to get her out of her clothes, that pristine, appearance would seem to almost falter, for small scars would seem to run over her soft, pale flesh, ranging from healed whip marks upon her back, to what looked like purposeful cuts with other instruments. Yet, the corruption of what had happened to that Elfette, had taken lingering effects, for more often than not, what was seen between her thighs, dispelled the feminine allure.

That skirt would hide a large surprise. For one would get to see the sight of a large, veiny shaft, the head half covered by that foreskin, and almost always kept pristinely clean. It's surface would seem to be covered in small, throbbing veins that pushed out of it's tip.

Though such a sight would almost lure any person in, it was rare that any would have the knowledge of such traits being upon her person. And those whom did, likely knew it was a treat, and didn't speak of it. Looking at the world with a judgmental, cold gaze, it'd seem that what the woman had experienced, was more than enough to give a distrust to most.