Race: Half-Deva, Half-Devil
Height: 6'0"
Eyes: Sparkling gold tinged with red
Hair: Silver hair with a black ponytail
Skin: Dusk grey
Wings: Silver
Sex: Shemale

[Head and Hair]

Sopheriel's face is finely sculpted with angular features. High cheekbones press against the dusk grey flesh of her cheeks. The upward curve of her cheeks lead to angular eyes that glimmer with a golden light, deeply tainted with flecks of black and red. Her slender nose curves slightly upward to end at a sharp point. Beneath rests a pair of plush lips that present themselves as pillowy soft in how they press against one another. The lush pair is colored a bright pink in contrast to the pale skin that surrounds them. Her chin comes to a rounded point, lending itself to an overall narrow jawline.

Peaking out from silver tresses of hair are two long, sharp ears that are devilish in their shape. The thick mane of soft silver hair falls in strands against her cheek and behind her ear. A single braid of jet black hair curls out from atop the silvery white, expertly tied as it leads back towards a rich tail of black hair that rests atop the predominantly silver tresses. A thick and elaboratedly braided lock of mixed black and silver hair curls around her neck and comes to rest down over her chest. A dark black halo of infernal shadow hovers above her head, with the black ponytail passing through the void in its center.

Cresting above the waves of silver hair were two obsidian black horns. The devilish horns swept back from where they emerged just above the forehead. Each horn tapered towards a sharpened point an inch above her hair, forming a dark crown atop her head.

[Shoulders to Waist]

Her slender and shapely neck leads down into perfectly proportioned shoulders. Sopheriel's arms appear at first soft, with hints of musculature bulging through a soft layer of flesh. When flexed, her biceps reveal a firm mass of muscle, indicative of the raw power laced throughout her figure. At the end of her forearms were shapely hands, with fingers capped not by nails, but by short but sharpened infernal claws.

Resting upon her chest are two large, heavy breasts. The round pair of orbs appear as a little more than handfuls each, held up high on her chest despite the weight of gravity upon them. Their outer curve extends barely past her chest on either side, providing an outline of the orbs from behind when not blocked by Sopheriel's arms. Each breast was capped by a firm nipple that pressed against whatever outfit she wore as if in protest of its constraints. The wealth of flesh pressed up tightly against the corsets that snuggled the thick orbs up firmly against her chest.

Arching from her back are two impressive wings composed of silver feathers to match the predominant color of her hair. Each wing takes root against a shoulder blade that bulged faintly with the strength necessary move them. When spread the wings were more than wide enough to encompass her entire body, the total wingspan wider than Sopheriel was tall.

Beneath her breasts lied a toned and athletic abdomen. Smooth skin wrapped itself over the chiseled muscles. Nestled just beneath the powerful abdominal muscles was a slender and cute navel. The overall shape of her abdomen was swept inward from the curve of her breasts, and then swept outward again as it lead down toward her hips.

[From the Waist Down]

Sopheriel's wide hips sported a rich and lusciously curved rear. The thick half-moon cheeks pressed outward from her back to sculpt the shape of whatever fabric was stretched over them. Her every step caused her ass to sway unsubtlely from side to side, the plump cheeks sliding against one another. Much like her breasts, her plush rear was endlessly grabbable, although there was a firmness beneath the soft flesh that could be felt when roughly squeezed.

Powerful, thick thighs served to hold up Sopheriel's delectable rear, where once more the strength of her figure proved obvious. Her calves were similarly well sculpted, firm with an overall convex shape. Supporting these powerful calves and thighs were thick ankles above feet proportional in size to her free. Her toenails were kept trimmed and painted red.

Between her thighs hung an enormous cock. The smooth shaft rested at nine inches in length in its usual soft state, and while it was barely able to kept hidden beneath skirts and tabards, most outfits showed off the thick bulge of her shaft. A heavy sack held a pair of balls the size of apples underneath it. When aroused to its fully erect state, Sopheriel's member engorges to a full foot in length, and thickens so that even a large hand can no longer wrap around it.

Lights:

Green Lights: Abbie says no.

Yellow Lights: No.

Red Lights: Stop it, Abbie said no!