Race: Aasimar
Gender: Female
Age: Early Twenties
Height: 4'11"
Weight: Barely any
Skin: Moon Gray
Eyes: Golden, glowing yellow
Hair: Brunette
Build: Petite and proper

A teller of tales who set forth from her home in the Upper Planes to explore the planes and collect tales. She is pure of heart and soul, due to where she was raised, and lacks much in the way of good sense.

::Appearance::
As an aasimar, she radiates an almost natural impression of goodness and jovial kindness. Her skin is pale and gray as the moon, with a blue flush to her cheeks that reaches down to her collarbones and modest breasts. Most noteworthy, however, is her third eye, resting upon her forehead. Like her other two, it is a bright, shimmering golden that glows with an almost saintly irridescence.

::Lights::
:GREENS:
Hypnosis, mind control, trickery/deception, exploitation of naivety/gullibility, mild physical alteration (mainly physical proportions), gangbangs, imperfect men, sleazy men, old men, heavy/overweight men, monstrous men (preference to goblinoids, orcs, ogres, trolls, minotaurs, etc), the lower classes (dockhands, thugs, peasants, vagrants, beggars, etc), big loads. *Implied* pregnancy.

:REDS:
Toilet-play, filth, outright rape, blood/pain, pregnancy, slavery, transformation into animal/anthro/inflation/etc, permanent alteration or damage, 'super handsome'/Adonis type male characters, futas, herms, females, twinks, shemales, femboys, etc.


Don't walk up to me and whip your dick out expecting something to happen, either. All that will achieve is freaking her out and making her run away, and subsequently make her less trusting in the long run. Also not into totally dumb/braindead or bestial-intelligence male characters unless something is discussed first in Tells to see if some form of idea can be achieved.