A drow of diminutive stature, Adasiara's eyes glow with pulsing power. A carmine shine shimmers and flickers with a dull hum, a red ring eclipsing the pitch black surface of her sclera. The fringe of her styled-bob cut matches the sanguine color, serving as a near immaculate set of drapes to her soft, feminine features. Her lips served as the final piece of the picture, a deeper and hungrier shade of delicious red.

Even if one were to gloss over the drow's fiendish features, they could not possibly miss the horns. They curled and stretched backwards across her skull, sleek and smart like the rest of her. The inherent chaotic nature of demonkind and drow seemed ill-suited to this one when considering the dark elf's appearance and manner.

She smelt of smoke. No doubt to the culprit, resting between those lips ever so.



Red: Scat, tolitries, beastality, rape, ridiculously obscene size-differences, filth, viscera, anything against the rules.

Green: All genders, Polymory, dates, plotting, hook-ups or more slow burn relationships. Elf gfs. Orcs. Butt stuff.  Most things, just ask if unsure.

Tell-friendly, on a case-by-case basis. No OOC solictations for ERP, thanks.