BULLET POINTS
- Name: Saripha
- Species: Half-Elf
- Planetouched Type: Aasimar
- Ethnicity: Afro-Caribbean (or at least her world's rough equivalent)
- Age: Looks around 25
- Gender: Woman
- Sex: Intersex/Shemale/Dickgirl/Lady-with-a-wiener
- Orientation: Lesbian (w/ pussy or dick)
- Dom/Sub: Dominant
- Top/Bottom: Switch
- Height: Tall enough to kick your ass!
- Weight: Heavy enough to kick your ass!
- Voice: Loud enough to--erh, wait-- Dark, rough, and rich, likely due to the cigars she's almost always chomping on.
But she's also quite loud.

An Aasimar is a type of planetouched born with a spark of celestial heritage passed down from the coupling of a mortal and a being from the upper planes. The signs of this planar blood can vary greatly depending on how many generations the Aasimar is removed from their planar ancestor, which upper plane said ancestor hailed from, as well as random genetic happenstance. From the obvious like feathered wings or an unnatural skin tone, to the subtle like a preternaturally soothing voice or perfectly symmetrical features, to anything in-between and beyond. However, while all planetouched feel an innate pull towards the alignment of their planar ancestor, mortals are invariably creatures of free will, and countless factors can lead them down very different paths in life. So it is with this absolute fucking scumbag bitch.

The Half-Elf Aasimar would be a creature of stunning grace and beauty, were her otherwise flawless appearance not thoroughly marred by the pirate's life of violence, rape, cruelty, and plunder she has chosen for herself. A few particularly noteworthy features of hers include:

- A peculiar hairstyle with the sides and back closely shaved, and the top of her head sporting a thick black cloud of coils and curls that flops lazily over the right side of her head. Despite the somewhat lax hygiene inherent to her lifestyle, and no matter how grimy and dirty the rest of her attire gets, this hair and her skin always seem immaculately clean and well-kempt. I could roll in pig shit and come out smelling like sunshine, honey. Well, my clothes'd smell like pig shit, but the rest of me'd smell fuckin' great!

- A pair of pale gold irises with flecks like glittering golden dust. They glow with celestial light of an intensity that reflects her emotional state, growing dim when tired or melancholy, shining brightly with passion when enraged or exuberant. Yes, I know where your eyes are. No, I won't stop looking at your tits.

- A left ear that, while normally would be somewhat long and pointed like the right one hidden under her hair, instead looks ragged and torn as though a good half of it had been bitten off many years ago, and the wound scarred over. Though enough is still intact that it clearly doesn't affect her hearing. You should'a seen what I bit off that stupid fuckin' hellhound.

- An elaborate path of downward branching fractals made of pale scar tissue. Some with medical or personal experience would recognize this as the unique aftermath of being struck by lightning. It starts from a grisly entry wound just above and behind her right temple (hidden by her hair), traveling down that side of her head and neck. From there it fans out dramatically to spread down her arm, back over her shoulder blade, across much of her right breast, and petering out around her lower ribs. I call it my spanking from Granny. Still didn't get me to fuckin' behave, of course!

- Oddly, aside from the two elaborated on above, not even the faintest hint of any other scars can be found on the entire rest of her body. Probably the one Aasimar thing I'm kinda pissed about. Scars look fuckin' cool as shit! Anyway, wanna play Knifey Fingers? I swear I've never played before! See? Not a scratch on either hand!

Now, after many years as a successful airship captain pillaging her way across the skies, and successfully pulling off the single most profitable raid in the entire history of her world, she's come to enjoy an early retirement in the most debauched corner of the planescape. Despite how violently fruitful her past exploits were, she's sure to get into even more trouble with her fists, her pistol, and the thing she has stuffed into the front of her fuckin' trousers!

LIGHTS
Loved (but by no means required!): Sadism - Rape - Pain - Violence - Abuse - Punching - Kicking - Humiliation - Degradation - Screaming - Crying - Impregnation - Forced pregnancy - Expensive gin - Cheap gin - Gin in general - Gold - Spending gold - The word "fuck" - Telling stories of her piratical exploits - Sexual harassment (With OOC consent, she's not going to catcall random women in the street or anything) - Queens, princesses, royals, nobles, and aristocrats - ~Raping~ queens, princesses, royals, nobles, and aristocrats - Capitalization, punctuation, good grammar, third person perspective, long and thick posts - People who use quotation marks for dialogue instead of using stars for action/description/etc (i.e. writing like you would in a book). But I understand that many folks have learned to be more comfortable with stars, so no judgment if you use them, you'll just get bonus points from me for writing the other way

Likes: Women (with pussies or dicks) - Consensual - Dubious consent - Masochism (not all the time though) - Watersports (mostly for humiliation/degradation) - Bruises - Electro-torture - Lactation - Fellatio (Receiving or giving) - Cunnilingus - Vaginal - Titfucking (Receiving or giving) - Anal (Receiving or giving) - Incest (really tough to do in Sinfar, but she's down for it) - Foregoing the whole dom/sub thing during consensual scenes - Drinking buddies - Steamy hang-outs that don't necessarily have to end in boning - Chubby/squishy/thick women (and not just tits & ass, I quite enjoy some squishy tummys, thighs, arms, etc.) - Being a rude, crude, bad grrl

Dislikes/Contextual: Blood (a little is greenish-yellow, purposeful cutting/bleeding is red) - Injury (occasional minor things like dislocated joints are green, more than that is red) - Burns (Cigar/cigarette and 1st degree burns are green, 2nd and 3rd are red) - Genital torture (some slapping/punching/kicking is green, more extreme is red) - Footplay (a little boot-kissing/licking is greenish-yellow, foot focus is red) - Latex (not so much a dislike, just doesn't do anything for me one way or the other) - Slavery (keeping unwilling people as property is probably gold, but the formalized / ritualized nature of most slavery systems bore the everloving fuck out of her) - The standard skinny, toned, & busty bodytype (I mean it's not a turn off, it's just so boring how there's almost so little diversity of bodytypes in Sinfar, where're all the chubby honeys and butch beefcakes at!?)

Hates: Men (insert tired old dyke joke here... or rather don't insert...) - Fetishizing her skin color and/or ethnicity (mentioning it is fine, but focusing on it to the point of fetishization annoys the fucking hell out of me) - Gore - Death - Amputation - Scat - Vomit (in a sexual context, she might paint your shoes if she's plastered... which is most of the time) - Lack of capitalization, lack of punctuation, first person perspective, short and nondescriptive posts - Hangovers (but she can't really avoid those)

(OOC note: There's a bit of contention as to where the setting of Sinfar is actually located, I play with the assumption that it's a Material Plane that happens to have tons of connections to the rest of the planescape, somewhat similar to Sigil)