Mistress Rose Fireheart, blackguard of the Mother of Rebirth.

   ~~,~~'~@  Stats  @~'~~,~~

Height: 6'5"

Weight: Over 200lbs.

Hair: Crimson, fades to heatless flames at the tips.

Skin: Dark.

Bust: E-cups.

Physique: Amazonian, curvy.

Race: Half-elf.

Gender: Shemale.


  ~~,~~'~@  Appearance  @~'~~,~~

This amazonian figure looks like some goddess of war depicted by an artist, long crimson hair cutting short mid-way along her back, tapering off into drifting flames that failed to emanate any heat.

Wandering eyes from the top would see her angular facial structure, heavily reminiscent of elven features, yet softened slightly at the cheeks to keep her from appearing entirely elven in appearance. Slender ears show through the wild mane of crimson, a slender nose seated at the dead center of her face as a centerpoint to the masterpiece that was her visage. Evenly spaced eyes harbor a slight slant to their almond-shaped frames, irises of vivid green gazing out at the world, the pupils being slightly more narrow and predatorial than what one might expect. Lush, full lips finish off the design of her face, the whole of her visage unmarred save for a single scar running vertically over her left eye.

Strong shoulders flare out from a slender neck, showing off an athletic musculature that hardly does anything to detract from her feminine appearance, broad torso supporting two firm, just barely-sagging E-cup breasts, each capped with puffy, pert nipples.

From torso leading to waist, there is a tapering curve that flows in to out, shaping her body into the form of an hourglass, firm abdominals hidden underneath a soft layer of padding flesh, though easily visible and felt when flexed and poised.

Wide, curvy hips finish her matronly look, with powerful and long legs supporting her figure easily. The rounded swell of her rear easily matches her bountiful bosom, two thick, firm cheeks that have just enough padding to be able to jiggle and ripple under the right circumstances.

The vision of femininity breaks when viewed naked from the front, however. At her crotch rests a massive sheath paired with low-hanging, coconut-sized testicles in a hairless sack. From that bulky sheath slips an equally immense cock, equine in appearance yet far thicker than what one might come to expect, reaching down to her knees when still limp. The underside of the vascular length is lined with twelve golden barbells evenly spaced from two inches below the flared head, to two inches before the sheath, offering even greater stimulation to whatever hole her prodigious breeding tool would stretch and ruin. There was a potent, virile musk that hangs about her crotch, clouding the minds of weaker wills and arousing those even stalwart.

After all, one in the service of the Mother of Rebirth was bound to breed new life for those that have passed on.