Name: claims to be called Tiasa
Race: fiend (corrupted naiad)
Gender: woman
Sex: cisgender
Age: appears early 20s
D/S: submissive
Likes: women & femmes
Relationship: slave (not sexually exclusive, by all means bully her for an evening!)


Weaving through the world subtle as a breeze, this delicately energetic little jewel of femininity arrived in Sinifer not long ago in a state of mind that wasn't amnesiac, per se, but...deeply confused. Fragmented. She chose to call herself Tiasa, and appears to be telling the truth, except there's something rather lost about the girl, as if some crucial element in her sense of self were imperceptibly absent (even to her).

Nevertheless, beyond her slyness and her shyness lies an affectionate sort of warmth that is plainly real. Her sense is that she had come here to search for something or someon- no, was sent here - but for whatever reason the naiad's arrival here was the moment she lost the conscious notion of who/whatever it is she seeks.

Such a pretty little thing, this new arrival turning up in town all confused and vulnerable, obviously needing protection. It was only a matter of time before someone put a collar on Tiasa, which is now clasped snugly around her throat, seeming to give the girl a sense of genuine comfort and reassurance. Though she has preserved small aspects here and there of the flowing rural style she'd had for many years, the former naiad's sartorial senses appear to have shifted to favour much darker shades, and to display much more flesh than before.

That might be a result of the wonderful, overwhelming corruption that has been fucked into Tiasa's lovely body since the start of her captivity, slowly turning her from a slender and delicate belle to a lustful and voluptuous beauty with sinfully curvaceous hips and gorgeously generous breasts that practically beg to be teased and milked.

Her irises, once green, now show a prettily sparkling shade of red that twists the girlish innocence of her gaze into something unwittingly more perverted. And delicate little horns have lately begun growing from the top of her skull, running back through her hair.

// tell friendly