Gwyn
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"Oh, so you can't stand me? Then kneel."
TL;DR: Dommy femboy elf with a sprinkle of demons. He will hurt you, and he will enjoy every second of it. While not born a devil, he's learned to wield a fraction of one's power in exchange for hosting it in his mortal shell, demonically altering the latter in the process. He smells of cherry-scented cigarette smoke, cheap flowery perfumes and recent debauchery, speaks with a slight gr-r-rowly accent (even when he's speaking elvish), and bears a mixed look of painful boredom and general disdain on his idling freckled face. Pride, lust and sloth are the deadly sins he practices and preaches on the daily, while his aura, his touch and even his bodily fluids bear a corrupting influence with them, spreading his demonic afflictions to those foolish enough to come close. My current white light is topping dickgirls and twinks. My few true red lights include toilet play/filth and age play. For more info, look up Gwyn the Devil on F-list. |
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| Player: | Skjall |
| Gender (Visually): | Female |
| Race (Visually): | Human |