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Name: Fornax
Race: Orc
Age: 22
Role: Top/Switch
Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Height: 6'6" ~ 200cm
Weight:230 lbs ~ 698N
Hair: Black, Long Dreadlocks
Eyes: Purple  
Complexion: Hunter Green with Olive Freckles
Bust: 48 FF
Waist: 32" ~ 81 cm
Hips: 64"  ~ 162 cm
Build: Amazonian
Piercings: Several;
  - Right Ear Lobe Pierced
  - Left Nostril Pierced
  - Nose Septum Ring
  - Cheek's Pierced
  - Eye Brows Pierced

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Forged in fire

Etched in scars

Powerful physique

Feathers

Dreadlocks
Tusks
WIP

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~Advanced/Competent Grammar~
~Paragraph to Multi-Paragraph Capable~

~Y~ All Genders
~Y~ Alternative Style
~Y~ Bukkake
~Y~ Chastity Play
~Y~ Cum Puke
~Y~ Degrading Tattoos/Piercings
~Y~ Fugly/Beastly Fucks
~Y~ Hirsuite
~Y~ Sticky Lube
~Y~ OOC Chat Welcome
~Y~ Romance
~Y~ Sense of Humor
~Y~ Unprotected Sex
~YE~ Adventure~!
~YE~ All body types adored!
~YE~ Bubble Butts
~YE~ Chains and Whips
~YE~ Characters with Character
~YE~ Degrading Writing
~YE~ Drugs
~YE~ Jerking to Finish
~YE~ Pain
~YE~ Premature Ejaculation
~YE~ Quirky Personalities
~YE~ Smarts
~YE~ Story Driven
~YES~ Oral Fixation
~YES~ Cock Addiction
~YES~ Comparable Effort
~YES~ Consequences
~YES~ Degradation
~YES~ Drool
~YES~ Filth/Musk
~YES~ Flaccidity
~YES~ Flaws and Imperfections
~YES~ Heavy Lipstick
~YES~ Long Floppy Foreskin/Sheathe
~YES~ Mad Romance
~YES~ Messy Makeup
~YES~ Musky Musk Musk
~YES~ NTR
~YES~ Non-Con to Con
~YES~ Nut Sucking
~YES~ Pussy Spitting/Spanking
~YES~ Urethra Play/ Cock Fucking
~YES~ Voyeurism
~YESS~ Attention to Detail
~YESS~ Dungeon Crawling
~YESS~ Flaccid Orgasms
~YESS~ Long Term RP
~YESS~ Seduction
~YESS~ Slow Transformation
~YESS~ Sound Effects
~YASSS~ Creativity
~YASSS~ Onomatopoeia
~YASSS~ Plot
~YASSS~ Smeared Makeup
~YASSS!~ Corruption /Redemption

~NO~ Terrible Grammar
~NO~ Low Effort
~NO~ Godmodding
~NO~ Boredom
~NO~ PM Sniping
~NO~ Klingons

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"Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree."

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