Iorrakyx Aerliax

Portrait
Description
Race: Half-Human/Half-Dragon
Height: 6'8"
Weight: Maybe 400 Pounds?
Orientation: PAN
Scales: Dark Crimson & Darker Crimson Patterns
Tail: Sensitive, four feet long. Plates on the top with soft scales on the underside.
Eyes: Softly glowing emerald
Accent: Lazy pronounciation. Occasionally words get said clearly and sometimes they glossed over
Voice: A silky and dark alto, bordering on a tenor
Marks and Scars: Semi-old whip marks across her tail, back, arms and legs.
Scent: A natural, muted scent of cinnamon
Occupation: Unemployed Studying-Magic User
Aura: Arcane energies electrified the air for those unexperienced with such

"I'm hardly a fan o'talkin bout why I'm 'ere. Came fer greener pastures I suppose ya'd call it." Iorrakyx was obviously once a slave or a prisoner at one point of her life, perhaps maybe even all her life. Whatever the case, she seems a bit uncomfortable talking to strangers about it. She would however be okay saying that she's somewhat newer to this realm ((Date of Arrival: 05/15/2020)).

"I'm not great at gatherin coin, I'll admit. However, I finally got nough coin tagether to get wha I really want. Something cozy n'a full leather coat. Feck yea." The dragoness was clothing in a leather long coat as large as she, fit with a white undershirt, vest, and leather pants. The outfit was hardly magical and was tailored to be comfortable walkabout garbs. As for appearance, it was of a simple beauty it brought to the table.

"I'm na totally uncomfortable with m'body and I've been nude round people bafore. However, I'm na used ta all this flirtin o-or even h-how casual it is h-here." Iorrakyx was suprisingly shy when she was flirted with, or anything of the sort. Her flustered nature seems to come from a lack of love or affection in her past life. Or something else? Whatever it is, there were few moments that she took a dominant stance. Those moments she did however, a true red dragon came out from her usual self.

". . . Stop starin at me." Iorrakyx's body was of a simple, exotic elegance. The dragoness was moderately muscled, perhaps that of a common laborer, and her curves came from such muscle (a life of labor but also void of training). Her scales were well shined, and horns, claws, and fangs all well kept.

"Lately, I've been delvin into books, and studyin on m'own. Through a few dusty tomes I've managed ta tap into m'dragon blood. It's nothin concrete but it seems ta have some affect." The dragoness might be newer to this life but lately her scales have been growing more dense and her muscles were slowly becoming more disciplined. The dragoness was still nowhere near the level of the beings on the realm, but it was a start.

"St-Stop callin' m'beautiful. I'm . . . nothin' special." Her figure was exotic, scaled and athletic with average hips. Her chest was a usually bound back by an outfit, but occasionally one could make out the obsidian-violet nipples adorning D-sized breasts. While you doubt they're capable of lactation, they seem sensitive nevertheless. As for her slit, occasionally she'd be in the nude (whether taking a bath or something else), it looked tight if not virginal, hiding her dark-violet folds well.

One would note that the scent of cinnamon increased the closer one was to the dragon's sex (even when she was wearing cloth there, albeit it was more muted). The scent itself increased the more the dragoness was arroused.

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I am honestly alright with a good bit. However, I'd have to say my only yellow is rape. I have to be in the right mood, so ask beforehand. Don't be afraid to PM about anything. Otherwise, my reds are as follows: Vore, High levels of BDSM (Light Bondage and such is okay), Gore, Toilet-Play, Water Sports, anything permanent, and anything against the rules and such.

Otherwise, my biggest thing is ROLEPLAYING.
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"I wouldn' mind a few tutors. I'm gonna be 'ere fer who knows 'ow long. I kinda wanna be able ta learn 'ow ta use'a sword'n do somethin' . . . magical." Iorra has had a lesson or two in basics but is looking for a magical instructor. While she has a few beings teaching her basic combat, she wouldn't mind more lessons.

"I've 'ad these shackles fer . . . a really long time. It would mean a bit ta me if they'd finally come off." Six shackles decorate the dragoness: two to each arm, two on her right leg, one on her left, and a large shackle on her tail. Each one seems to be enchanted for durability and carries a complex lock. You doubt she's a fan of them.
Player:CUndergallows
Gender (Visually):Female
Race (Visually): Human