Height: 5'5 ft
 Weight: 120lbs? Probably a fair guess.
 Build: Flamboyant Gamine / Lean
 Armament: Bands and rings of golden metals along her arms.
 Something New. x2?:
  .A neat little collar now rests about the Satyr's neck, of fine supple leather, complete with a little metallic loop.
  .Upon the sun kissed curve of her right shoulder is a patch of lighter flesh. A scar obviously earned via some savaging by..a big cat? Or a man? The marking disrupts the intricate ink there, leaving instead a ring of mottled pale bumps.

-- Glissandra's fae heritage has been unveiled a bit further, the depths of that deep magic in her being further cut than mere beauty. Dreamlike, memories of her true appearance molding to match the latest guise she's witnessed bearing. True sight revealing the true memories secrets, if one considers them while wearing the magic. (Lore DC 45/Will Save DC 35 to resist) --

  Glissandra is a lithe looking thing, willowy arms and legs carry her with a certain grace afforded to many of sylvan heritage. A toned body lies beneath whatever meager clothing she wears, often forgoing the fabric for the most part in favor of showing off the vast mural of tattoos her body is decorated in. Flowing tribal whirls, depicting stars, clouds and snow-capped mounts all blend in with swooping arches or sweeping swirls. Reddish blooms, fading in and out of dustings of gold cover her canvas of lightly tan flesh.

  A pair of goat-like ears poke from a wild mane of lightly curled alabaster. Each one's lower portion pierced and stretched with large gauges, each held open by neatly kept bone circles. Above, a quartet of horns not unlike the Jacob's Sheep, studded and strong, swoop high and to either side of her head.

  Her nose bears a cutely bovine septum piercing, not unlike the lip piercing that pokes from the center of her plush lower lip. Each thing a nigh perfect size to match both button nose, and melancholic grin.

  The woman's chest is terribly modest, boasting a b-cup at the very most generous of measurements. These seem fitting, thanks to a finely narrowed waist, and hips that seem slender. Further still, the thighs and digitigrade legs hold her steady, with a pair of cloven hooves clicking (almost) every step. Between, what might lie? Hard to tell, but for in certain movements, where something more than feminine peeks a bulge.

 

                Lights:

 Greens: Petite, elven or similar body types. Dominance play, given or received. Necessary roughness. Lasting connections, but not necessarily relationships. Gliss is typically more of a 1 v 1 kinda combatant, but that isn't to say a solid revel isn't out of her reach. She's sort of...Pet/Dom energy? Mostly?

New Green: The idea of deeper Fae magic being a subtle tool of her seduction. Mind bending, madness tempting. A feral enchanting force to be explored by those brave enough to succumb to it's dominance.

 Reds: Scat. Universal Law Breaking.