~~~oOo~~~ Lore ~~~oOo~~~

~10~ // ~ Fiend
~15~ // ~ Devil
~20~ // ~ Baatezu
~25~ // ~ Daughter of Belthennet
~25~ // ~ Daughter of Sillov'Rahs
~30~ // ~ Mistress of the Nine
~35~ // ~ Bone Devil //Osyluth//
~40~ // ~ Ambassador of the Spines

Diminutive in stature at just over five feet and three inches in height; she displays a disposition that borders on overly polite. The female before you exhibits patience, caution and precision with intelligence and wisdom backing every decision that she makes.

For her to choose a side, or to inject her personal influence into a matter could be nothing short of political suicide, but that is where possession of the key of subtlety comes into play, conveniently fitting into locks of doors that had been long-resistant to the more direct approach --a simple twist of the wrist and they ~will~ open right up.

Through the power of suggestion, a surreptitious trade of information that may, or may not be designed to provoke doubt, or desire into the mind of whom she exchanges with that day, the female Baatezu that has come to be known as "The Ambassador" has forged her reputation on good business and an even better smile.

She can be deceptively disarming with the soft and feminine features coupled with gentile mannerisms, those indicating that she was raised in the public eye and groomed for success, perhaps the daughter of an esteemed Baatezu and so, educated accordingly.

She boasts large, defined and shadowed eyes that appear to swim between gold and orange, the prominence of them eerily piercing to some and incredibly unnerving to others. Framed by long, sweeping lashes and surrounded by warm, bronzed skin, with the latter carrying an ever-present copper undertone, the shades combine for a warm coloring indicative of the hellfire she was braised from.

Black and bouncy hair layers in a myriad of enthusiastic waves, these well-groomed tiers falling across her cheeks with the final length trailing to the slopes of narrow shoulders, allowing it to sway across her skin as she walks, talks or fiddles with some of the more curious ornaments dangling from the ends.

A sensual arrangement of curves and supple slopes peek out from fabrics chosen to accentuate the generous figure, these propelling her forward with purpose when needed but often in a pose when spotted lingering. The deviless is fully aware that the eyes around her wander and that minds ponder what it would take to get nearer - if only just for a minute - but sex isn't her game, she's all about the secrets ...