Garbed in fine black cultist silks that have since fallen to tattered ruin, this 'woman' looks very much like she belongs in an asylum. While if this figure was standing still, she might actually manage to pass as a normal person- though that is very much not the case, as she twitches and shudders in unnatural, jerky motions, and this only causes the inky shadows that seem to cling to her form and move of their own accord, like some sort of malign, distilled intelligence that writhes and slides across her soft flesh. If that wasn't enough, turning to face you, you'd see her eyes- all three of them- glowing from beneath the black bandages that cover her, sitting in a decidedly unnatural triangle. The third eye is open, it seems.

    A closer look reveals the unnatural shadows that curl about her form seem to be as much a part of it as anything, like terror distilled from nightmare, as much idea- dream, as they are reality. Her form may have one time been beautiful, though whatever it is now is something different- if all the wrappings she usually wears would be stripped away, and those shadows could somehow be burned away by light, it would reveal the charming visage of a middle-aged noble woman, plump in just the right ways and deliciously soft- that is to say, she was at one time beautiful, but some alien magic has bored or seared a third eye upon her forehead, it glows with an eerie green light, rife with magic, along with her usual two. All three weep those unnatural shadows that stick to her pale- nearly deathly flesh like a second skin, as though they were incapable of moving any further away (thankfully).

    Her skin was an off color- not the healthy peach-pink one might expect from a normal human, rather, it was a pale, unusual hue that spoke of something otherworldly, dead - or perhaps subterranean life? Regardless, her skin was constantly slick, glistening with a small layer of moisture- and though she was warm to the touch, she was also wet, as though a layer of slime perpetually coated her skin. In addition, her black lips conceal an unnaturally long tongue, slick and strange as anything else about 'her'.

    She carries with her a book, written in a language that seems to be unique to her, though with a little magical assistance, it wouldn't be too hard to figure it at a glance as some sort of diary- in truth, it was a haphazard combination of scrawled thoughts, ravings, and a multitude of reverse-engineered spells and abilities that the woman had stolen using her powers- examination would show they were rather unique, and there is a new section detailing a number of more perverted magics that's just beginning to become truly filled out

Services:
 Fleshwarper - Perhaps you're in the know, or you have excessive powers of scrying. Perhaps you can take one look at the twisted, madness-ridden husk and you know the type. Perhaps an unknowable pressure emanating from the cultist herself bubbles the alien ideas to the back of your mind - in any case, the cultist offers all forms of twisted transmutation and fleshwarping magic, as well as gruesome and alien grafts to those who decide their flesh doesn't quite suit them - and sometimes even for those who still like their flesh, and just wind up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Particularly unreliable, Cultist does not usually offer 'normal' options, and instead offers the alien, eldritch, and absurd. As an added bonus, who knows what body part she might decide is interesting enough to qualify as payment.

  Disposable Minion - Being a hero is useless if there is no-one to smite! Cultist can easily be that someone - easy to accuse of wrongdoings, and apparently glowing with evil (to detect alignment), it matters little if she doesn't remember whatever she is being accused of - she is probably guilty. - I am highly open to walk-up RP battles and general opposition, particularly if I'm not currently in the middle of something. Cultist will fight back, but 'minions' don't generally win. Also available to recruit for general mustache-twirling evil schemes.

Name: Taimaryln Enbrescryge
Age: 771
Race: Unknown
Gender: Female?
Alignment: Chaotic Evil?
Deity:  N/A
Class: Cleric (Ur-Style)
Languages: Undercommon, 'Other', Common
Height: 5ft 9in
Weight: 166lb
Bust: D-Cup
Hair: Black
Eyes: Emerald, Trio
Skin: Deathly pale, slick

My kinks:

Relationships, Long-Term RP, SRP, ERP, DERP, All kinds of RP, Impregnation/Breeding, Shemales, S&M, Corruption, Forced, Risk of Pregnancy, Bondage, Monsters, Tentacles, Extraplanar (Angels, Devils, ETC), Magic, Mind Control, Creampies/Cum-Filling, Rough Sex, Small Groups, Exotic Species, Lactation, Oozes, Oral, Unusual Semen, Foreplay, Pet-Play, Elves, Long Scenes with Steady Posts, Quick scenes, Story-RPs, Relationships, Redemption, Character development, and much more!

Dislikes:
Scat play, Watersports, Completely Vanilla Human/Human F/F, M/M and M/F in SRP (I'm not on a high magic fantasy server for generic), Excessive gore. Not big on Anal.