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What exactly is a Sol? Well. A Sol is a buxom, waspish, five and a half foot vixen of a demon with soft skin, a thicc backside, and a body covered in a plush, thick layer of fat. But that didn't give much detail, so let's go in deeper, shall we?

           A glance . . .

Standing at five feet, six inches, Solly was nothing if not a succulent creature, but given the soft, quiet demeanor of the woman, she hardly seemed the type to be a seductress. She had the quality in her appearance. She had the sensuality, or at least, was capable of it. But she seemed to lack the force required to seduce anyone. This wasn't to say she didn't have a dirty mouth, the woman's mouth was a goddamn sewer, filthier than any pirate's. But she carried herself with an unusually keen insight, with a voice that was thick. Husky enough to pull a sled. Soft and deep, yet rich. Silvery hair cascaded down her back, not of white, or a glimmering metallic sheen, but a carpet of soft grey and peppered with lighter and darker shades. A veil of age, to say the least. She always moved laboriously, taking her time to move from one place to the next, but with a deliberation and surity of purpose that would make most mountains envious. While she might look like an easy lay, or a delicious target, she oft seemed to have a warm appeal about her, and an understanding of others that could make some Devas envious, and some priests furious. But empathy was always a trademark of humanity, wasn't it? And that's what Sol was. Living proof that even in corruption, humanity can still flourish. Even steeped in the inky black ichor of evil itself, it can prevail, with the right suppourt, and the right choices.

           The Physicality . . .

Her frame lacked muscle, abound instead in the gentle plushness of what almost seemed like baby fat, were it not for the obvious age in the demeanor of the woman associated with that body. With long, yet thick legs, that grew the closer to the pelvis they got, there was one obvious detail about this woman. She was bottom heavy. It wasn't that she didn't have a chest, she surely did, with a set of heavy udders that could bludgeon a man unconscious and more than fill the average palm. It was just the fact that her backside was so utterly pendulous that it required her to sway from left to right between steps, to keep her poor momentum going forwards. Soft, supple flesh and achingly plush skin that dimpled beneath the slightest touch was just the tip of the iceberg with little Solly. From her curled horns to her puffy tail, it was obvious this creature was something that'd come out of some abyssal vat.

           The Depraved . . .

The demon wasn't a stranger to bedroom antics, and what most people considered normal, Sol was anything but. Behind closed doors, it was a bit much. A demon of greed, her fluids carried with them the indelible tinge of corruption, and morever, addiction. Her curse had that demonic breeder constantly leaking out an array of pheromones that could turn a nose or moisten a groin. A heady miasma of fertility and the stolid encroachment of suggestion. But that wasn't where most people found their solace, that was below the belt, and if they were so lucky to see it-- well. They're likely every bit as perverse as she was. A puffy mound that openly drooled over it's own greasy folds at the slightest provocation, or a knotted python that oozed thick eddies of nutsludge when exposed. Either one was possible, you just took your chances, and if not, there was always that achingly tender little star between her rotund asscheeks. The demon was, by all accounts, messy-- with thick throngs of her bubbling fuckslime oozing from weeping snatch, or bubbling brooks of cement-thick nutsludge from the end of an obscene, knotted pole, with those twin orbs pulsing in a wicked metronome, it didn't suggest any end- either way.

           :: OOC ::

I'm here sparingly these days. If you want information on Sol, you find it here.

https://www.f-list.net/c/solomon

            Lights?

I do Paragraph / Multi-Paragraph Posts in private. I don't expect it from everyone, but you should expect it from me.

Lights? You don't get lights. I might be convinced to share them, but I'm a touch picky with who I ERP with on Solly. Might be more amenable to being on top, but without the pretense of obligation. Lights can be discussed if such a situation ever arises.