Joey Tudor

Portrait
Description
Who'se this little Joker?

( In Short, Joey looks like Johnny Depp in CryBaby, to give you an easy image )

Face:   This wee elf's face is overly expressive. He's always seen beaming and smiling a wide toothy grin; his brows leaping through hoops as they voice his emotion. However, your gutt would begin to tell you of a certain little elf, and a mask he oh so enjoyed to wear. Depending on the situation, sometimes Joey would seem far from the norm, with a devilish grin that seems to stretch the entire width of his face unaturally..

Hair:   Charcoal strands of hair hang to the left, combed over his eye to sweep over the left side of his face. On the right side, he'd have a single braid falling down his cheek, just before his ear. It'd bear a small silver bead, nothing too spectacular.  

Eyes:   Steel shaded eyes dart about timidly, never hanging in thought unless he were unaware of your presence. The pair would be far from your typical piercing gaze, nothing more than a 'frail' elf's glance. ( Update ) As of late, some that would catch a glance beneath his hood would find that his eye's glow a dim violet when that erie smile of his is cast out to the public. ( Often in stressful times )  

Body/Build:  Contrasting against his raven like hair, this elf looks like his life has been without sun, which comes to a disbelief if you were to know where he had come from. Joey's skin would be alluring to say the least, his creamy unblemished tone coating the defined muscles beneath. Joey's body is impeccable, though it's not as though your going to see it. But if you were~! His lean pectorals puff out about his defined wash board abbs, his arms despite being small, flash unnaturally defined biceps, triceps, and all the rest. However this elf managed such is a wonder, for actual size he is no more than 4'7 in height and 91 lbs in weight.

Posture:   Joey, depending on his mood, goes from a beaming perky little sprite, to a slumped depressed mope. If there ever was a way this little elf would speak of his troubled past, it would be through nothing but body language. In any case, he's definately enthusiastic about everything.

Attire:   As many other folks of his build and size, he'd wear charcoal blacks that allow him to hide among the shadows with ease, merging with them. A frayed old cowl, tattered and worn would drape over his head, indoors and out, regardless of weather. The only thing that would stand out about him is a Jesters Mantle that dresses his shoulders, small silver beads replacing the loud jingly bells of a Jester.

Jewlery:   Other then that of normal beneficial equipment; around his left wrist would dangle a small bracelet. It's of a simple make, glistening silvery links chaining around him to dangle down a small trinket. A small cresent moon, seemingly made of bone. His tongue would have a bright silvery orb jutting out from the thick of it's meat, and upon his lower lip were two silvery ringlets on either side forming a snake bite. Upon the left side of his nose was a generously detailed silver studd, and within his right eyebrow was a similar ringlet to those upon his lip. Each of his elongated elven ears bore a thick steel barbell towards the top. Who knows what he has downstairs~

Tattoos:   Wild tribal tattoos run he whole of this little elf, riddling his body with artwork only done in a sullen black. Nothing really stands out, though if asked about, you're sure there'd be a tale behind each. The latest of his tattoos would be of a grotesque naked being, demonic looking in nature with black scraggily hair that draped down over its screaming face. This was found right above his cock. ( It looks a hell of alot like Dio, How Metal is that? )

Scars:   It's unlikely that you'd ever see him with his shirt off, but if that was the case, there would be an ungodly amount of scars from lashings covering his back, distorting the skin into a field of wrinkled flesh.

Traits:

-Loyal
-Gullable
-"Damaged Goods"
-Light hearted.
-Clever (when the time calls for it)



OOC Junk:

Age: 121
Home Town: Kalaram
Citizen Status: Begger
Profession: Map maker / Merchant
Languages: -Common
          -Elven
          -Drow

Reds: The usual stuff, Bathroom, Gore 'n Vore, and all that stuff.

Greens:  Women, Sluts, Sub/Dom, Beasts, Tenderness, Roughness, Messy, Multiple partners.

Favourites~!: ~Genuine Roleplay~ Oral (Giving/Recieving), Foreplay, Orgasms, Cumplay of all sorts, Excessive Cum, Anal, and let's not forget Vaginal.          

Theme: Get It Up - Mindless Self Indulgence
Player:Forgotten_Martyr
Gender (Visually):Male
Race (Visually): Elf