~ The Basics ~

Amelia is subject to change at any moment, with no warning whatsoever. If you see her looking radically different than what you read here, go with what you see. That said, her (current) general setup is as follows;

Gender: Female
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 175lbs
Build: Athletic, muscular
Breasts: C
Tail: Spaded Tip, 3' length
Wingspan: 6' extended
Tongue: 8" length
Eyes: Crimson, glowing
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Temperament: Switch
Orientation: Women

Updates:

Her horns have change drastically. Four new pairs have grown now, twisting and tangling together around the original. There's method to their madness, though, and they come across more like a crown than the gnarled mass they so easily could have ended up as. The added size and wayward points make them harder to grip, but significantly more useful for protecting her skull.



~ The Lady ~

Average doesn't really do well in Sinifer. Neither does common, and certainly not weak. Humans, being by their nature all of the above, are frequently enough snatched up by some unholy monstrosity. Or, at least in Amelia's case, a slightly unhinged wizard with a fetish for experimental transmutation. She started out average in every conceivable way, armed with just a wicked tongue and taunting wit, and has ended up significantly enhanced through her owner's dabbling with aftermarket accessories.

Heavily tinted azure lenses rimmed in silver sit in front of glowing, crimson eyes that give away one of the bloodlines she's been infused with. If that weren't enough, horns curve back from her head, their surfaces rough and marked with ridges up until the last few inches, which smooth into wicked recurve points. Judging from the slip resistance and placement, they'd seem to make wonderful handholds were her head in just the right place.

Her lips, painted a shimmering blue to match her spectacles, are full and soft, often enough wrapped around a smouldering black cigarette. Sharpened teeth lurk beneath, easily viewed during one of the lazy, sinful smirks that so commonly grace her features.
Around her throat is an unbroken circle of midnight leather, not a single seam or clasp giving a hint as to how it got there or how it could possibly be removed intact. Given Sinifer's general disposition, it's almost certainly a slave collar, but one of the utmost quality; if she's property, she's well kept and thoroughly treasured.

The dense, smooth musculature that crosses her body keeps her curves marginal at best, including her breasts. They sit firmly below the class that one would generally expect from a local lady, but well within what could be considered normal, perhaps even slightly generous anywheres else. The flesh is rich and dark, bringing to mind espresso and chocolate. Wings spread wide from her back, some vague mixture between draconic and what one would expect to find on a bat. The leather stretched between each articulated bone strut is soft and rough at the same time, radiating heat away from her body.

A long tail curves down away from the base of her spine, continuing the muscular trend in a gracefully sinuous manner. Its tip is an archetypical spade, flexible and sinfully soft to the touch.
Directly below is a firm, taut ass just round enough to fill out whatever she cares to cover it with. Her legs are long and powerful, sculpted from muscle and deliciously toned, from thigh to toe. Such beautifully made legs offer her strides a luscious length, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step she takes, balanced easily by her shifting tail.

Between her legs, though, is where the magic happens... in the most literal of senses. Being the plaything and test subject of a transmutation specialized wizard may be responsible for her current beauty, but it comes with certain side effects. Whatever lay tucked away behind her pants is a subject entirely up for debate on a daily basis; she may be perfectly feminine one day, and packing a horse cock to please the most insatiable of size queens the next. With a little bit of shape changing magic, she can alter it herself if need be to suit a partner, but tends to keep herself however she was set last unless that particular situation arises.




~ The Leather ~

Besides her collar, at least one article of leather clothing is present on her body at any given time. Most often in the form of a heavy leather jacket, worn open and lined with pockets, but on rare occasions something as simple as a braclet or belt, the leather is always present. A particularly astute observer might notice a stylized K embossed somewhere on each individual item, with each corner rounded and curling quite elaborately, but then they might also note that the fastenings look quite an awful lot like teeth.

The leather breathes, and radiates heat a few degrees higher than even her demonically-charged body does; it's clearly alive in some fashion. The jacket seems to be its basic form, but like its owner, its appearance is wholly malleable; exactly what the creature is would be difficult to discern, even to a seasoned adventurer or thoroughly read wizard. It does seem to exist in some kind of symbiosis with its wearer, though what it actually gets out of the arrangement beyond being fed the scraps of other, lesser clothes is impossible to tell.





~ The Lights ~

Green.

That's it. Green.

Amelia herself might have some objections to raise to certain things, but about the only problems I have are anything on the server rules, and scat. She's malleable and ever changing - she might be a shemale, she might be a female, or she might be a thorned-cock badger whenever the mood strikes her or her owner. I can enjoy virtually anything at all that -any- shape she takes is capable of, the goal is for YOU to have fun. If you want something specific from her, and can't figure out a way to get it across ICly, ask me! I handle tells quite well, and while she's a sharp tongued bitch, I don't hold the same kind of grudges against players.

She's collared, but has free reign over her affairs, so don't let that discourage you - and much like myself she's a very flexible Switch, able to fill either role to almost any degree. Change is, afterall, her hallmark. She'll lick her Mistress' boots just as easily as she'll make a disobedient slave choke on her cock.. and thoroughly enjoy either one, and absolutely anything in between.

She's currently on the prowl for someone to subjugate, mold, corrupt, and change. If that interests you, let me know! A word of warning, though - she prefers women, and if your character isn't one... it WILL be by the time she's done.