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Name: Sera Serendipity
Godess: Tyche
Race: Deva
Age: Ancient
Role: Switch/Sub
Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Orientation: Gay
Relationship: Single
Chastity: Intact
Height: 5'11" ~ 180 cm
Hair: Red
Eyes: Emerald
Ears: Human
Nose: Button
Complexion: Fair and Freckled
Bust: 32B
Waist: 23" ~ 58cm
Hips: 52"  ~ 122cm
Build: Slender
Markings: Scars
Piercings: None
Earlobes None

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What becomes of a celestial when their deity is slain? Typically, without their patron, they cease to exist altogether dispersing into the weave as do the autumn leaves; flittering feathers until the very tragic end.

The Dawn Cataclysm tore everything the celestial took for granted, and was helpless, but to watch her deity crumble before her. Tyche poisoned by a cursed rose's thorn crafted by the wicked Moander, split in twain. Her essence splintered into two beings known as Tymora and Beshaba. Upon her Goddess' death bed, she swore vengeance upon the wicked interloper, and would not seek rest until he slew before her.

She descended into the mortal realm, and assisted great heroes in a fools errand: slaying the rotting god. Again, and again, she fought beside heroes risking it all for a chance to strike down the wicked god.

After many failures, she found her champion. Finder Wyvernspur, and his compainions, at long last, slew Moander, and with that, her quest at its end, she closed her eyes, and accepted her end.

Yet, she did not pass on... It could only mean one thing: Her quest, wasn't through just yet, but her body deteriorated over time, withering into a shell of her former self. Her existence lingered on through sheer force of will.

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Sera is headstrong and willful, mercurial at times, but with the best intentions. When set upon a goal, she never once faltered from believing hers' was the best, and often only, way. A playful celestial, she was neither malicious nor vengeful unless provoked. She delights in a good joke. Upon occasion, she'd unleash a practical joke upon the more stern and straight-minded mortals. She moved constantly and restlessly, but with a graceful sensuousness.

She saunters past upon perilous heels, her tight attire leaving little to the imagination, which clung along her svelte physique. She dressed in stark contrasts preferring the interplay between black and white, at its center red. A golden necklace held a crimson  five pointed star, which twinkled even in the dead of night. Her hands often drifts along either side of her waspish hips, and inched them bit by bit along her narrow waist. Her favored idle position, 'the power pose'.

Astride her slender neck, narrow shoulders bears the weight of lush breasts, which deliriously heaves and quivers with every little breath. Upon each fleshy mount fat nipples adorn each summit that peeked out from in between the two halves of her dress cut out along its center in the shape of a diamond.

Her attire held together with seemingly nothing, but sheer force of will that cut a deep 'V' just above the woman's crotch. She paused, if only to comb her forefingers through her long billowy ginger locks, before they roam down her attire's deep plunging top.

Her fair skin, sprinkled with sapphire metallic freckles, dwells particularly around the bridge of her nose and along her bosom. Crimson painted lips bears the barest hint of a pout, quirks into the faintest of smirks in passing.

Her never ending quest left her with wounds that would never truly heal: The armor upon her wings, had melted haphazardly upon them, leaving her unable to fly. The twisted metal burrowed into the flesh. Yet by now, they hung upon her wingspan, like an old scar. Her left eye, gouged out by Moander himself, covered up in a black eye patch. She wore them as a mark of pride.  

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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 Tells 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~ Orientation Play
~YE~ Pain
~YE~ Premature Ejaculation
~YE~ Quirky Personalities
~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
~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~ Cockfucking (Receiving)
~YASSS~ Creativity
~YASSS~ Onomatopoeia
~YASSS~ Male Pregnancy
~YASSS~ Plot
~YASSS~ Smeared Makeup
~YASSS!~ Corruption

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

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"Women are angels, wooing:
Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing."

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