LIGHTS/PREFS:

Interest: Males only!

GREEN: Beasts, demons, undead, monsters, rude bois, dungeon crawling scenarios, non-con, size differences (smaller AND larger!), size queen for the latter.

YELLUH: Vanilla humans. :| No, Craig, I did not log into a fantasy world to fuck an accountant.

RED: Don't shit on me, don't eat me, don't cut me, don't kill me.

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Elegant blue hair falls down in waves along olive skinned shoulders bearing proudly upon this warrior. She holds herself at a conservative and proud bearing, like a soldier: Shoulders back, chin up, head proud. Even in a place of freedom the warrior seems shackled by self-discipline, her eyes bearing an uneasy stoicism.

Silver-blue eyes gaze out hawk-like towards her surroundings. Between them a strong nose comes down to thick and pursed lips, giving the countenance of a serious and weathered queen pondering a harrowing choice. Yet, were one to approach as a friend, they'd find sparkling eyes and easy laughter, breaking the otherwise proud mask she bears.

Caeria often smells of various spices and soot, giving easy suggestion to her professions as a blacksmith and cook. Each piece of armor bears her name 'CAERIA' in a circle around the seal of a silver dragon, flanked by an onyx circle.

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