Short Description:

Name: Firalore Sloxone

Race: Human

Gender: Full Female

Age: She looks young but as most witches she is much older than her looks

Hair: Dark Red

Eyes: Colored orange, The left eye has a red pentagram that is over the normal orange color

Skin: Slightly Pale

Height: 152.4 Centimeters

Weight: !! [Slap] Rude much?

Backstory:

    Firalore Comes from a land called Galanoth. It is a very magical land, In every big city you could find a magic store or street vendor around every corner. Even with such a magical place there were still small town that hated magic and if one was seen using they would be hung and burned on the spot. Firalore was unlucky to be born into the town of Hental, One of the villages that hatted magic.

    Her family was like all other in the town, Father a farmer and Mother a food shop owner. She helped her mother the best her nine year old body could. She and her friends would play in the fields by the town. One day her friends and her played hide and seek, the woods where out of bound but Firalore found the fields where to easy to be seen in so she went into the wood. She sat and hit in a hollowed out tree for what seemed to her young mind like hours. It was so long and she had helped her mom cary things befor the game stated that she started to grow tired.

    Soon she fell asleep while still in the three. She stayed there peacefully for most the night before she was startled by the sound of breathing close to her. She tried to shrink and hide from whatever was getting closer to her. It was too late, She was soon grabbed by to bone hands with long black nails and drug from the tree deeper into the woods.

    She was kicking but she was so scared she could not get a sound out of her throat. She was soon in an old shack that was almost falling apart. The thing that brought her there was a old woman but older than a normal human, She had a few gray hairs coming from her head and a bony body with bone tight skin.

    Firalore was trapped there for week but instead of eaten or turned into a bat like the stories she grew up with she was taught the dark arts of magic. It took her only two years to get the basics of magic. When she was thirteen she went back to the village where she mostly grew up in but now she had dark red hair instead of her blond hair and her eyes turned orange and the left one with a red pentagram over the orange.

    No one recognized her but when they saw the eyes they quickly surrounded her and started to drag her to the hanging post that had around week long dead bodys hanging from it. As they put her head in the noose she used a fire spell to burn the nope and then started to use her new magic to kill all the people in her town, She let her parents go but not in sympathy, so they can live in fear. After years and years of terrorising Galanoth she then set off to find new lands, She went to about three other lands before landing in Sinfar.

Body description:

    She has slightly pale skin but its not to the point of looking sickly. Her face is thin and framed by her dark red hair. Her lips are not the fattest but they are nice to kiss. Her teeth are white and straight, unlike how witches are normally depicted. Her body frame is thin with little muscle, until you get to her legs. Her legs are the most musile part of her body because of the fact that in her past she ran a lot. Her chest holds up a nice pair of DD Sized breasts. Inbetween her legs is a lovely slit that is fairly tight and smells of roses.

Lights:

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White: Slaves (Having them), All genders, Big dicks and boobs, Magic use in sex, Sub partners, Lots of toys, Lots of cum, Getting pregnant, More than one lover, More than one partner, Demons, Angels, Dragons, Small female partners.