The Basics, And Facts To Help You Deal With Them:

She's short. She's dead. She speaks telepathically,  with no inflection, tone, emotion, or actual volume. She's probably dancing. She's horribly scarred. She has not got a giant cock.



At a head shorter than even most other hin, this little creature is unsurprisingly easy to miss. At least, it would be if it ever stopped moving. Even whilst standing in a single place, the thing is in constant motion, whether it's fidgeting and tapping to a rhythm nobody else can hear or fully dancing in place, it seems filled to the brim with life and vitality.

Pity that it's dead.

The corpse's pale grey flesh is easily noticed, as it goes to no effort to hide its place amongst the formerly living. Its arms bear scars and wounds that never heal, the remnants of past battles and abuses long forgotten, yet they move with a fluidly unnatural grace whenever it gets worked up to full frenzy. What skin remains untattered is smooth and firm, and it's clear to see that it hasn't actually begun to rot - all of the damage seems to have occurred after its reanimation.

The rest of the body is obscured in oiled chain, the sleeves ruined and torn away just below the shoulder but the rest of it in remarkably good condition. The well lubricated rings glimmer and ripple with every slightest movement its muscles make, both fascinating to watch and difficult to track at the same time. The links hug the cadaver's curves tightly, revealing every detail from chest to thigh; it's clearly female, if gender means anything to the deceased. While her chest is nothing spectacular compared to some of the other equally unnatural beauties that strut the streets of Sinifer, she's hardly flat either. Her pelvis, on the other hand, carries none of the conspicuous burdens that those same, shameless slatterns so often do.

Heavy iron greaves extend from her thighs down to her toes, the metal plates articulated and surprisingly mobile for their weight. Carved, stylized skulls protect her kneecaps, and her feet are entombed in yet more of the thick armour. Joints at the ankle and toes offer her superb motion despite the weight, clearly evidenced in her unburdened dancing.

A scarred throat leads up to a most definitely feminine head that bears none of the apparent trauma of the rest of her body. Whatever she's undergone, her tormenters seem to have left her face intact for a reason. The dancer's lips are full and firm, and always closed; even if she deigns to speak, in the flat and monotonous tone so unsuited to her otherwise vivacious movements, her mouth stays firmly shut. She seems incapable of altering the volume of her voice, which curiously fails to fall off with distance until it abruptly ceases twenty feet away. Particularly well versed scholars might recognize the trait as the Speak Without Sound hallmark of a Ghostwise halfling from Faerûn's Chondalwood.

Her eyes are featureless expanses of white, no hint of iris or pupil left visible. It makes gauging the direction of her gaze impossible, though she tends to turn her head significantly more than would be needed as a courtesy. Spiky layers of hair a deep, black cherry in colour flow down to her shoulders, the strands in just as shockingly good condition as the rest of her face. It's long and well maintained enough to shake and whip about in her more frenzied moments of motion, offering a shimmering curtain that catches the eye just as easily as her armour. In rare moments, the back of her neck is visible between the parting waves - as is the large, stylized K embossed directly onto the flesh. One might naturally assume it to be a signature of whatever necromancer revived her, but it's difficult to judge in the instant it's visible.



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When it comes to greens and reds, well.. she's a corpse. A dancing abomination. You can discern quite a lot from that, but I'm going to give a hint and say necrophilia is an option. Cool 'n smooth loving, baby.

Server standards, I suppose. If you can't do it without a ban, I'm not interested. Shocking, right? Scat's on the list as well. As a player I'm not too fond of males, herms or shemales, so they're in the yellow-orange category, but hardly a firm refusal. Depends on the person really. Same with taking ownership of her, or 'fixing' her in any way. Ask if you're not sure.