Before you stands the figure of a powerful woman wrapped in the hide and horn of a dragon- a half-dragon. She walks with self-assured confidence of the sort that tends to be earned, dreadful eyes scanning those about her, a harsh word likely ready upon the tongue. The eye is easily drawn to the long, sinuous tail that extends from behind her- indeed, the thing nearly looks long as she is tall, if not longer, curling and snaking powerfully, it ends in a curious, whiplike split- a pair of dangerous looking barbs, each capable of piercing and rending flesh- more than a weapon however, she seems to have great agility with it- able to rear up under the power of the tail alone, or spring and swim with it. As if to balance her oversized tail, she lacks wings of size enough to carry her aloft- the reptilian, membranous things flap ineffectually now and again, serving more as decoration thanks to the way sunlight scintillates in blue-purple hues through them, though her claws and talons both seem keen and sharp as any half-dragon's, curling into darkly-polished blade-like hooks. She possesses a sleek, swimmer physique more than the heavy and cumbersome form of a more conventional half-dragon, though she is clearly well-muscled and familiar with moving about on land, her webbed digits and smooth scales doubtlessly make her an excellent swimmer.

   Onlookers' eyes would first be drawn to her own- sickly, yellow lights, naturally glowing like some ghostly lantern, they possess some vague, sinister aspect about them, those haunting and luring pools of light that threaten to consume those who stare too long. Underwater, she possesses nictitating membranes to cover them, though she can use them above water to dim the already pale light in her eyes. Her face is mostly human, though upon chiseled cheeks rest scales of a slightly more muddy-brown hue, as though corrupting and consuming that other, human heritage. Hair frames and spills across her smooth brow, gentle waves upon silken tresses of brown and purple, they caress just between her shoulderblades, at their lowest point, right between those undersized wings of hers. While she possesses a stern look to her, the soft touches of femininity manage to make their mark, her nose ending in a graceful, gradual tip, her lips- full, dark and glistening, and her gently rounded chin, offering sweeter features to the cut, draconic look. Of course, perhaps in rebellion to even these humanlike features, she wears a silver stud beneath those lips, and a small, silver glinting ring dangles from her nose. To truly disrupt those humanlike features would require but a smile- revealing a mouth filled with sharp, curved teeth, almost sharklike at their edges, though a little longer, in their own horrid way. Close inspection would reveal they are even slightly barbed, like some horrible sea-monster that dwells in depths where light never reaches. Finally, she possesses pointed ears, hidden behind or beneath her horns - they would look graceful and even cute, if not for the sinister draconic features she sports.

   Eyes slipping from her striking visage would inevitably linger upon that body, powerful, sleek and erotic all at the same time. Her scales- that dark, muddy brown were undoubtedly colored to blend in with the murk of a riverbed, yet they are well groomed and their exotic indigo sheen help make them as much decoration as protection- growing thicker and more sturdy the closer they get to her back, and even there forming a solid line of sleek scales, they relent only the closer to her 'underside'- her belly and front mostly soft and human. Much like her face, the front of her body did not possess the same muddy-hued scales as her back, rather, light caramel-grey flesh waited there- and yet, her coloration would hardly be the eye's focus, so much as her large breasts- G-cups, they rise and fall with each breath she took, the dark, purple-tinted nipples capping those two pillowy mounds of flesh. They provided tantalizing cleavage, repeatedly daring the eye to linger seconds longer, again and again. Lower yet, beneath the shadows of those breasts, lies her belly- smooth, warm and flat, she lacks bulging muscles- just barely toned enough to make out, pierced only by her belly-button, the elusive lines of her abs lead the eye ever lower.

   Lower still, the eye might be drawn- her figure curving gently and subtly to her hips, though those would hardly be the stopping place. Possessed of long, formidable legs, with their own measure of both dark flesh and glistening scales, between them would lie this half-dragon's nethers- outwardly, little to look at- a mere slit in her flesh until she becomes aroused, though aroused the picture would change towards the erotic, netherlips puffing, dripping- tight in only the way a lean, powerful half-dragon could be, they were warm, and doubtlessly inviting- though those exotic petals looked normal at a glance, the half-dragoness possessed retractable, and often hidden twinned, draconic meatpoles, undetectable normally, with a little effort or excitement they could emerge- throbbing purple-fleshed pillars of soft, sensitive flesh, their dual, pointed tips eager and dripping doubtlessly potent seed. Perhaps strangely, they were mismatched- the upper of the two a good deal larger than the lower. They were both ridged- textured interestingly yet sleek, they both promised to elicit moans- or screams, of pleasure. Though mostly hidden by her tail, the half-dragon does possess a rather fine ass, firm yet yielding, heart-shaped and full, it was hidden by her tail, though a lucky glance- or intent lifting of that tail- would offer a fine view of what she had to offer.

Abilities:
   Water of Styx
        Blessed- or cursed- by the river Styx Tirethe, while immune to the cursed water herself, has the ability to spit, or deliver by kiss, waters that flow through that river. Succumbing to their effects causes total amnesia (Like drinking the water itself. No save)- though even the strongest minds, or those warded from similar effects can easily find the past eight hours erased.
   Breath Weapon (Line of Acid)
        A line of acid that lingers upon those it hits, doing damage over time.
   Disease (Persistent Stygian Wasting)
        A horrid disease that causes flesh to rot and hair to fall out in clumps- both her tail and her bite can transmit it, though not being a true dragon, it has to be prepared by Tirethe, and is not always present. Tirethe's usual strain is unnaturally persistent, and takes much longer to recover from, if it is survived.

Name: Tirethe Cikadira
Age: 113
Race: Half-Dragon (Styx)
Gender: Female(Herm)
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Deity: None
Class: Sublime Chord/Lyric Thaumaturge
Languages: Infernal, Abyssal, Common
Hair: Brown, Purple Sheen
Eyes: Ghostly Yellow
Scales: Muddy Brown, Purple Sheen
Skin: Pale Caramel
Breasts: G-Cup
Cock: Draconic(optional)
Height: 7'3''
Weight: 347lb

What I'm looking for:
Jobs/Positions, Social RPs, Plot-based RPs, Fun, Kinky RP, Repeat/Relationships, Tells, Friends.

Very tell friendly. Need thirsty tells.

Current Changes / RP:
Faction: None, faction wanted.
Completely available!

My kinks:
Dominant / Switch

Relationships, Long-Term RP, SRP, ERP, DERP, All kinds of RP, Impregnation/Breeding, Shemales, S&M, Corruption, Forced, Risk of Pregnancy, Bondage, Monsters, Tentacles, Extraplanar (Angels, Devils, ETC), Magic, Mind Control, Creampies/Cum-Filling, Rough Sex, Small Groups, Exotic Species, Lactation, Oozes, Oral, Unusual Semen, Foreplay, Pet-Play, Elves, Long Scenes with Steady Posts, Quick scenes, Story-RPs, Relationships, Redemption, Character development, and much more!

Dislikes:
Scat play, Watersports, Completely Vanilla Human/Human F/F, M/M and M/F in SRP (I'm not on a high magic fantasy server for generic), Excessive gore. Not big on Anal.