Zal'ynarra Vierstra

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Description
~~ Summary ~~

Full Name: Zal'ynarra Vierstra

Race: Drow

Age: 134

Height: 5'6"

Weight: Average

Hair: Ghost white, with a silvery sheen

Style: Long, shoulder-length, and a bit unkempt

Eyes: Deep, piercing crimson

Build: Dextrous, with wiry muscle and curves

Skin: Onyx, crossed with various scars

Bust: Lower-end D-cup

Endowment: Large. Over a foot erect

Scent: Salt, various alcoholic beverages

Piercings/Tattoos:
- Jacob's Ladder, silver
- Tongue stud, silver
- Various ear studs, silver
- Ruby inset in navel
- Nipple rings, silver

~~ Physical  ~~

Standing tall for a drow, Zal typically leers a cocky grin at all passers-by. Her cascade of snowy hair isn't unwashed, but seems to suggest a laissez-faire mentality, and frames features which may have, at one point, been considered beautiful. Despite the more sturdy build of the Drow, it can't be denied that her features still have a hint of elven grace to them - the curve of the jaw, the point of her silver-laden ears, and the faint slant of her crimson eyes all seem vaguely out of place on an otherwise rough woman. Indeed, her features could easily be transposed onto a sultry courtesan were it not for her demeanor and marks - a thin scar mars her lower lip, and two intersecting curved swipes brand her right cheek. Her purple-tinged lips are usually free of any sort of make-up, and seem perpetually curved up into a cocky, leering grin for whoever might pass by.

All of this is supported by a slender neck, around which dangles an amulet of Umberlee. Below lies Zal's twin orbs, hefty beauties on her slender build that tend to push out prominently against whatever scant cloth she chooses to don. More than enough to fill a an elven hand, they're capped by dark purple areola that are lovingly adorned with fine silver rings. They seem suspiciously absent of scarring, which suggests some degree of magical intervention. Just between and below, in the very center of her toned tummy, is a brilliant ruby gem, inset into her navel. The cut and quality suggest magical work, again, and it seems to perfectly match the color of her eyes. Those with sufficient skill and knowledge in regards to the arcane may find an interesting sense about it - as if it were cursed, and potently, too.

Further down, following the lines of her musculature, rests a prize that perhaps a frightening number in these lands would be interested in claiming. A turgid length, onyx black save for a purplish head, sits proudly between Zal's strong legs. The tool is girthy enough that only a very large hand would be able to properly wrap around it, and even in its slumbering state it is intimidating in length. At full mast, she reaches well over a foot, though the reports from local tavern wenches tend to vary in accordance with how much of their mental state that they retained through the ordeal. The underside is decked with an assortment of silver bars, adding to the sensations of whatever poor lass might be on the end of Zal's main cannon.

The whorebreaker sits atop her equally impressive nuts - hefty containers for her virile seed, they emanate warmth and the characteristic musk is everpresent when close to Zal. In fact, because of her aching cumtanks, even the slightest arousal, the slightest tease of plush lips or a tight fuckhole, tends to cause Zal's judgement to cloud, and thick dollops of pre-cum to seep from her tip. Their size and potency ensures that each time Zal peaks, she releases a more than generous helping of her life-giving spunk. The taste itself isn't /entirely/ unpleasant - indeed, one could come to enjoy it over time, though there's no supernaturally addictive aspect to it.

~~ Sabers and Sashes ~~

Zal's most prized possessions vary from day to day. Usually, it's the crimson bandana that typically weaves its way under her white mane. Others, it's the enchanted bottle hanging from her belt, providing her a nigh-endless supply of whatever fluid her mouth most desires at the time. And still at other moments, it's whatever girly she might have by her side that day. Only the last is not a constant.

Her clothes tend towards the scant and the obscene. The only practical garment on her person is the set of sturdy leather boots that she wears about town. Elsewise, the taut leather shorts that barely reach at all down her thighs and bulge obscenely with the mass they contain seem to be especially loved by Zal. The very notion that her kraken could be residing behind that dangerously thin cloth is perplexing to most, but, we shan't go there, shall we?

Her upper torso, if covered at all, typically has a light and breezy outfit that proudly displays her midriff and toned musculature, very rarely having full sleeves and almost always giving a nice, full view of her cleavage. It seems as if she mostly relies on her reflexes and the twin lengths of steel at her sides for protection, though she also has a single large-barreled flintlock pistol at her side.

Over the amulet of Umberlee around her neck rests a pair of cracked smoke goggles. In the past they had seen use in allowing Zal to operate in the light, but now their state of disrepair suggests a status more akin to that of a souvenir.

~~ Lights ~~

I now have an F-List!

https://www.f-list.net/c/captain%20zal

In summary, Zal is a piratical sort who takes what she wants, whether or not they want it, and cares very little for thinking of any... consequences. She's also not too discriminatory of what or whose harbor she makes port in, regardless of relationship.

Avoid bathroom play, server rule-breaking, vore, and excessive mutilation/gore, and we should be generally fine.
Player:Moonlight Geist
Gender (Visually):Female
Race (Visually): Half-Elf