It's about normal for an elf, at first glance. Normal for a dark elf, at any rate; ash-black skin, slutty clothing covered in spikes, and plenty of red splashed into the palette. Even her hair is crimson, and so are her eyes.

All eight of them.

Wait... do drow normally have eight eyes? They do have that thing for spiders, afterall... or is it even a drow at all? The longer you look, the less certain you become. Her skin has a certain unnerving quality, seeming a bit too smooth and a touch too shiny, more like some kind of supple carapace than actual flesh. One can't help but wonder if the creature is a mammal made closer to a spider, or an arachnid brought closer to humanoid. No.. this is no elf, dark or otherwise, nor is it even human.

The two main eyes, or at least, what you suspect to be the primary pair, are normal enough. They're stained crimson, and somewhat illuminated, but that's nothing too far off the mark around Sinifer. Three more sets curve their way up her forehead, and they have no such familarity. Red spheres, glistening and dimly glowing, they offer no hint of where she's actually looking - from the sheer, excessive number, you'd guess everywheres at all times.

Blood-stained lips hide sharp fangs, but she's clearly no vampire. Those hideously vicious teeth are for injecting, not sucking.. at least not at first. Arachnids are notorious for slurping the melted innards of their prey, afterall. Muscles capable of inhuman force drive the maw, letting those needles pierce the toughest of hides with relative ease. Plate might stand up to the assault, but if she's close enough to bite, it's doubtful to protect its bearer all on its own.

She does bear breasts, offering a welcome respite from the horrifyingly alien features, but they're hardly the bouncing bosom one might expect from the other inhabitants. Generous, perhaps, but not excessively so. Her waist tapers down just a touch past what one would consider standard, even in these parts, and flares out to wide hips, gracing her with the ever-popular hourglass figure. It's not the only thing on her body with that shape, though; the charcoal surface of her back is emblazoned with a brilliant scarlet rendition of just such a time piece, signifying exactly what breed of arachnid she's borne of.

Long, strong legs wind their way down from those flared hips, seemingly normal in appearance. No back-bent knees or hooves to strike the paving stones, nor does she softly pad her way along on cat's paws, but softly is indeed the operative word for her movement. Cautious, slow, and patient. She takes every step with consideration, and the settling of her weight for each stride carries not the slightest hint of sound. Between those legs, there's little to see; if she carries anything beyond the basics of feminine anatomy, it must be internal, as nothing breaks the smooth lines, hidden only by a simple layer of cloth that's incapable of concealing secrets.


~ Background Information ~

Nansi is a World of Darkness character; if the theme and name weren't enough to convey, she's an Ananasi. Or, as they're more commonly known by the other shifters, a Werespider; to themselves, they're the Damhàn.

Unlike other species of Fera, the spiders possess no regeneration nor weakness to things like silver, but instead rely on blood in a very similar manner to the undead Kindred. Once ingested, it can be spent to cure their wounds or illnesses, or to fuel their own unique abilities. Even without spending vitae they're able to exude pheromones tailored to ensnare and arouse, rendering potential mates easy prey. It takes a conscious effort, especially to zero in on just what her target is receptive to, but she's generally surrounded in a much more mild, but far wider-targeting cloud of such.

Poison is another thing that comes naturally to Ananasi, with the exact potency and details depending on the particular species of spider they embody. Nansi, as one might easily notice, is a Black Widow. With that comes excessive quantities of viciously potent venom, though she's a skilled poisoner and able to inject just the right amount to get whatever results she wants - from a minor headache or nausea, all the way up to total paralysis or even death. Through spending from her blood pool, she can tailor the venom to produce virtually limitless magical effects, such as instilling an insatiable lust in her victim, or burn sickness and and disease right out while stimulating healing. If you want to get into rolls, the fortitude save to resist is DC 57; that's her Death Attack Paralysis check.

A spider is hardly complete without silk, and this is another point the Ananasi are renowned for. In her standard Homid form, she possesses no capacity to spin or extrude webbing, but she carries a supply of pre-spun Pithus thread woven into a thin, phenomenally strong rope. Her clothes are crafted from the same material. In the Drider-like Lilian form, she's able to spin threads as strong as good quality rope while being much thinner. Her Pithus form, that of a monstrously sized Black Widow, is able to spend from her blood pool to spin silk stronger than steel cabling at a fraction of the size and weight. Like regular spiders, the silk is naturally dry and smooth with the sticky coating applied at will, and the majority of her webbing doesn't carry it.

Finally, Nansi has gone through a number of changes, both physical and mental, since losing her connection to her Queen and the world she'd known. Corruption and decadence pervades Sinifer, and she's fallen prey to some of the darker, baser instincts it brings forth. Most noticeable is that she either can't, or doesn't care enough to bother hiding her nature any longer; her eyes and fangs are on display in even her purest humanoid form. Meanwhile her body, perhaps subconsciously, has shifted to put her in the position to become this new, chaotic realm's own Queen Ananasa.

In any of her forms, she's grown able to produce an ovipositor on demand, and she carries an ever-present clutch of eggs in need of a good incubator. The spiderlings, once implanted in a suitably warm, humid location, take only days to hatch, and require no tending once they do so; the tiny arachnids scurry and skitter off into the wild as soon as they're born, leaving trace amounts of venom in their host that instills a certain pliance for accepting another brood - one that grows with each birthing.

Of course, she only selects the best for such an honour, and simply satisfying her carnal needs by sexually dominating her partners is the far more common option. Bondage comes naturally to a spider, and she's hardly above wrecking havoc with a plaything's body using her venom if she thinks it'll be more fun.



Greens:
Lots of things. You can probably figure out some of them by now, but just in case you haven't, your dear Aunt Nancy is perfectly capable of oviposition, bondage, playing with body chemistry and poisons, enslavement, and breaking irritating bitches into obedient broodmothers. However, she's a discerning huntress who looks for quality victims. If you're interested, and she doesn't seem willing to play along, send a tell and we might just be able to work something out.



Reds:
Not much is hard or fast, so ask if you're not certain, or curious about something strange and/or especially uncommon.


Nansi is strictly Dominant, and uncaringly so; that said, the goal is still for you to have fun and fill in any dark fantasies you couldn't otherwise accomplish, so I tend to take on a certain malleability in ERP. It won't make her a Switch, but she might show gentleness and sweet, kind favour to one pet, but only cruelty and the lash to another; it all depends on you.