PHYSICAL/VISIBLE FROM A DISTANCE:
Species:  Human
Gender:  Female
Height: Almost 5 foot. Feet.  Okay, 148 cm, you figure it out.
Weight: Yes.  That's the only answer you're going to get, move along!
Sexual Orientation: I've never been to an orientation about that, is it, like, a class?
Hair color:  Black
Eye Color: Dark Hazel Green

OOC STUFF:
Okay, so you'll never be an imposing figure. Under 5 feet for a human doesn't help, but up against pixies you're huge!  And you're just about the average height for the elves...well, the female ones, anyway.  You spent your childhood years as a page and squire of the Order of Ilmatari and had just been ordained as a paladin, with a few of the priests and priestesses pointing out that, although your heart was in the right place, you weren't the sharpest pop tart in the crayon box. Your daddy being a big wig in the temple didn't hurt, though. And him having the foresight to be the one hearing confessions for the past two years kind of sealed the deal.  You made it.  You left on your year long quest to defend the weak and take upon yourself the suffering of those less fortunate when you came across the small quiet village. They had but a single temple, a chapel, really.  You spoke with the priest there and made arrangements to sleep in one of the cells beneath the narthex and then went into the village to see what could be found in this place. After all, your wanderings had only been three months so far, and the full year still stretched out before you.  
One drink. One stupid drink and the room got fuzzy.  You tried to stay for a while longer, but if you didn't leave right now, you'd be found in the morning, sleeping at the table. As you made your way down the street, the town was quiet...too quiet.  You saw a single light in the window of the chapel and headed towards it. Inside was dark, and quiet. Very quiet. And then you woke up with that bastard standing over you. He'd taken your clothes, you could see them burning in the brazier. You sat up...well, you tried to, but he's a bastard, not stupid. You were strapped to the bed. With a flick of a lever your legs were drawn up over your head and he laughed.
"Come closer, maggot, I'll give you - OW!"
The hand striking your ass shot stars across your eyes. And then, without warning, another and another.
"HOLY CRAP! DAMN! OW! SHIT! SHIT!! PLEASE!! WHAT THE-?? PLEASE! ....please? s-stop...OWAHSHIT!"
Again and again, his hand left an imprint of palm and fingers across your pale fleshed rump, thighs and..well, let's hope his aim was bad, but for some weird reason it made you twitch...a LOT. Each swat loud like the crack of a whip, but it was his HAND!  And your feet couldn't do anything but dance in the air! Honest, your toes were sending signs to people who might see to call for help, really!  Your fists pulled on the leather bindings, but you aren't known for your strength, and really are nowhere near strong enough to get free. Was this the suffering you were supposed to take on for the weak and helpless? Nobody warned you about this!  
And then SHE came.  No, not you, the tall paladin, the one from the Temple of Sune, remember? Tall red head, smart, fancy armor - Yeah, Her! the pretty one.  Tall, stately and OH MY LORD, SHE CHOPPED OFF HIS HEAD!  Shit...okay, go big or go home, I guess. Just cut me loose and toss me my clothes....please? Uhm....wait....wait...He didn't really hurt me there...NONONO...AHHH! THAT'S NOT THE OFFICIAL WAY TO DO LAYING ON HAAAANNNNDSsshit....

ORIENTATION: Bisexual submissive leaning towards heterosexual submissive and very confused. (Not very good at switch and really can't do dominant)

TRAFFIC LIGHTS:

REDS: Nothing against server rules, nothing illegal, no toilet games, no children or childlike characters for ERP, nothing permanent, no dismemberment, snuff, or actual animals/beasts/inhuman monsters, vore or gore or body alterations of any sort or things remaining public (starting there is fine and often the natural flow of things, but take her somewhere private, and not with a crowd, one or two, maybe even three, but more than that and the player starts freaking out, so be nice, please)

YELLOWS: Herms. Sorry, not my favorites, but if done well, we can talk about it.

GREENS and WHITES change with mood, although I like long, ongoing RP with character development and fun.  Lucy is a paladin who's personal kink is to be a sexual martyr...not the sort that die, of course, Ilmater isn't the "God of Bleeding and Dying" but the "Crying God" and "Lord of Ouchie BooBoos and Hiney Rubbing Owies," so maybe a few of those "little deaths" she keeps hearing about. And in her case, the climax cums quickly, often and, sometimes, if you hit the right spot, continuously.

Player is Tell Friendly if you have any questions (unless already involved in something, of course), or just walk up and start and we'll go from there.