Strytth'alix'yss

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"It's ah- STRYTTH'ALIX'YSS THE GREAT, Wyrm of the Ever-Radiant Inferno -- not that anyone 'calls' me that, but..."

Name: Strytth'alix'yss
Race: Red Dragon
Age: 700-750 (Hard to say, she's never honest)

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IF SHE'S IN HUMAN FORM, you see...

At first examination!

Race: Human, looks Fiendish blooded
Height: Approx. 5'2
Hair: Velvetty, Silken Mahogany; Amber Accents
Figure/Bust: Hourglass, DD-Cup
Skin Tone: Bronzed Olive, Chessentan (Mediterranean)
Age: 19-24

At a more vivid glance...

Being rather wholly slender in her way and yet curved in everywhere which pleases a mortal eye, one might almost consider Strytth'alix'yss a 'statueque'-built woman. By the way she carries herself, she knows it too; hips swaying with every step, and a sultry smirk flashing those plush lips to every new fae she'd find.

Both of her eyes are palid emeralds -- irises far too broad to be normal upon a human and yet wholly monochromatic in their way, almost eerily glistening at their ridge as the only point of shading. Serpent pupils center each, and a brassy hornlette crowns either side of her brow just above them.

Of course, it was not in this way alone she was exotic; her air was a beautiful one to nigh hauntingly alien degrees. The burnished shade of her skin caught the light just right to have a natural gloss perpetually, and the resting wench-face that she carried bore eyes that were just a touch broader than your everyday woman's ought to be.

Her fingers ended in nails long enough to be a bird's talons, and bore callouses that disagreed with the lack of work shown in her frail arms. In fact -- her entire figure, while well portioned in the muscle it had, would be rather gaunt were it not for the puffed layer of soft skin she kept about her. The only muscles you could quickly pick up on, in fact, were her legs. Well toned, with a plump rearr and round thighs.

Both her hips and her bust could fit siring a family easily, and with her provocative favoritism of dress that was often enough mere dancer's drapes or courtesan rags, her figure was oft bare enough to tempt one to ask them to.

That is, if you could get past that devil's grin that always graced that face -- high cheekbone and fan-ear framed as it was.

Bridging her cleavage is a ruby-encrested chain, which pierces either nipple; and errantly dangles over three gold rings that trail down her navel.

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IF SHE'S IN HALF-DRAGON FORM, you see...

At First Examination!

Race: Half-Dragon, Red
Height: 5'2 or 6'2, depending on her preference at the time
Hair: Bright, Glistening Ruby; Orange and Yellow Streaked
Figure/Bust: Hourglass, E-Cup
Skin Tone: Crimson Scaled

While not overly different from her human form in many aspects, the highly draconic nature of this form is readily apparent. Digitigrade legs that end in two sickle claws support succulently thickened thighs, and a huge wreathe of membranous wings sprouts from her shoulderblades; both topped with a nimble alar-thumb.

A tail as thick as her bicep crawls out from supple and bubbled buttox, whipping behind her to and fro with excitement and spanning at least a good half her own height. Its end was half-spaded, and a thin spine ran up it before dissapearing into her sixteen foot wingspan.

Either nipple would jutt out through any outfit thinner than armor, showing a small bolt studded through each; and a ring of pure gold hung from her navel. Her headcresting horns were now more jagged, as well, and those muscles were now a bit more distributed for fighting.

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IF SHE'S IN TRUE FORM, you see...

At First Examination!

Height: 34 Feet Easily
Length: 60 Feet from Head to Tail
Scale Tone: Deep Red; Orange toward the Ridges, like Fire Opals

Little is to say of this creature that is beyond the typical description -- a muscled beast of a behemoth even if she's just a young adult; with a propensity to kill and the thunderous, man-sized muscle bulk to do it. Jagged talons that look as though she has sharpened them and 'always' end in blood adorn both front and hindlimbs.

The left side of her face is rather heavily scarred -- being slashed over the eye at least three times over, and missing the tip of its crowning, golden horn; though this doesn't seem to hurt her nor deter her pride any, if not that she wears it like a trophy, given how often she glares at people with that single hazy orange orb.

There's the smallest scar above her chest, just shy of where that octochambered heart would be buried -- where scales never fully regenerated. Though, other than that, her every scale would be chitinously hard; a carapace of armor thicker than a phalanx.

Her lips are scarred jagged, teeth ingrown at all the wrong angles; jutting out of the gums in a forward manner that was hauntingly oppressive, and a malign glare of souless fire burned in her eyes.

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FORM REGARDLESS

Her tone is sultry and thin, a bit alto even as a female; and booming in an almost masculine bass in her true state. To the other senses, she would be as you expect; but for smell, Strytth forever wafts with an aroma of cinder and molten iron.

... and perfume, if she was in human form; and a lewd amount of pheremones that not a race this side of the Planes couldn't smell a meter off if you happened to catch her in heat.

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Player:TheUnconquerable
Gender (Visually):Female
Race (Visually): Human