Name : Kyrionn
Race : Ilythiiri
Age : difficult to say. 170 years old maybe ?
Gender : Male
Height : 5'7''
Weight : ~140 lbs.
Eyes : Deep red
Hair : snowy white

                                         -oOo-

Here is a well-built dark elfic figure, with a fine face. His red gaze pierces between his long snowy white hair.

The armor he generally wears is made of leather enhanced with precious metals, certainly enchanted with a few spells. It does not interfere in any way with the movements of his muscled body, in which an implacable determination can be read.

                                         -oOo-

She was to be worshipped, honored, respected, feared, and supplicated. She was sublime, as dark as the shadows in the night, with a body that could eclipse the sun. She was to be desired more than any other, and one was to lose oneself in lust for her. She was terribly beautiful, dangerous, cruel, and completely insane. Like Lolth, her goddess. Crazy, I tell you, plain and simple! A complete lunatic, a total nutcase!

Yet, she was my sister, the best of the best in the Underdark, pure offspring of an all-powerful Ilharess who ruled her House with an adamantite hand while coveting the entire city. I didn't really have anything to complain about. I was her protector when needed, her excuse when she messed up, her lover when she became lustful, her accomplice when she ousted one of our female cousins ??from an important position. Oh, yes, I'll use politically correct words, like "oust," but you get the picture: we're talking about premeditated murder and a lot of suffering for the victim.

So, she was my crazy sister. If everything had gone well, she'd be Valsharess today, having prompted our dreaded mother to retire. I would have just had to fatally discourage the suitors who would inevitably have had their eyes on my position and her ass, not necessarily in that order. But in the Underdark, nothing goes right. Damn it. I'd be a prince today. I know, there aren't really any princes in our world, but it's so you understand with your Surface references.

It's actually because everything went wrong that I find myself telling you all this, here on the Surface. Oh, you can look at me with those beautiful eyes. What, "mmhmmh"? Oh no, no, I won't remove your gag. You'll try to bite me again. You're fine, tied up there, wriggling around just for my pleasure. That'll calm you down a bit. Daring to bite a prince... whom you're trying to capture for some stupid, beneficial cult, that's one thing, but biting me? Oh, I love that look you're giving me... is it for the "stupid beneficial cult" story, or is it because I cut away some of your "armor" to examine you a little better? Hmmm... wait, there's still some fabric in the way...

                                         -oOo-

Reds : Rules - Vore - Gore - Bathroom - Torture

Yellow : PVP (Could be green with proper RP reason)

Green : Roleplay, Storyline, Beautiful descriptions, well-developed characters with polished appearances. Players invested in their characters. Appealing female characters. Rivalries, games of seduction, pacts, hunts, capture, consequences, (win or lose, both endings are interesting) Slow-burning scene or torrid passion, the full range of constraints, mental and physical. Sensual exploration, discoveries....