"You will never know peace, daughter of Ereuvyn! With my dying breath, I curse thee to a life bereft of glory. May your dreams turn to ash before your eyes, and your thirst never be slaked..."

The witch laid her curse, made potent with the elven knight's own blood, even as Tiatha ran her through upon her sword.

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Rich curls of vibrant red hair falls past her shoulders, which her pointed elven ears peek out from underneath. Her skin is smooth and fair, matched with lush red lips, and piercing blue eyes.

She is rarely found out of her armor, stoically refusing to remove it when in the company of others. Her plate is clearly of elven make, for no others would craft armor so ornate as that which Tiatha wears. She often carries her helm under her arm, and is almost never found without her sword resting at her side.

--OOC--
Race: Elf
Age: 112
Height: 5'6"
Gender: ...depends on the state of her curse

Greens: Females, romance, breastplay, oversized insertions, cervical penetration, lactation, tantric sex, dubcon, rape

Reds: Scat/toilet play, vore, slavery, males in sexual roleplay