Description
An awestriking half-drow female stands before you. Her snow white hair falls
down in tresses to her dusk colored shoulders, framing a slender, flawless
face. Slightly pointed ears give away her dark-elvish heritage, but that is
offset by their rounded tips. Brilliant almond shaped green eyes peer out
from below fine, arched eyebrows. A small, defined nose looks down upon a
pair of full, lustrous violet lips, parted slightly in a coy smile. A
delicate neck leads down to her lithe torso. Her voluptous figure is clearly
feminine, with an alluring and firm bosom, a slender stomach and round,
defined hips. Long and toned legs complete this beauty, leaving her with a
graceful walk.
Role
Beauty, Manipulation, and Singing
Added Wed Aug 23 06:30:15 2006 at level 1:
Lafashya looked into the mirror, admiring her body and letting out a few
shrill notes. As she sang she remembered her mother, the human who would not
tell her of her dark-elf father. Yes. Lafashya remembered her mother. Her
mother was a singer, though not particularly good looking. Lafashya had been
blessed in both ways. A stunning voice, and if possible, an even more
stunning beauty. As soon as her body was developing, Lafashya learned of the
benefits of this. Simple screaming, whining, and fighting failed drastically
where a touch on the cheek could make all the difference in the world.
Lafashya entered the bards guild, using her body and her manipulative
abilities to get herself whatever she desired while enhancing her singing
voice to further aid this manipulative process. A male's greatest weakness is
a seemingly interested female, and Lafashya was all too willing to appear
interested in return for what one could get for her. Lafashya wondered where
such talents could land her power, and her answer dwelled on the Empire.
There her abilities could easily put her in a place of power and wealth.
My Memoirs of the recent Past
Added Sat Sep 2 13:53:41 2006 at level 47:
My memoirs of my time within the Empire. This is but a brief summary of the
most important things.
Once within the Empire, I used my natural 'assets' to easily beguile and
charm my way through the ranks, many pandered over me and fetched me gifts,
it was all nearly too easy.
I was loyal to my Oath, and that was all, I would twist and decieve the
others how I saw fit.
One thing that was interesting did happen, though. A shadowy voice whispered
to me of my strength and how he admired me. I believe him to be an Immortal
still veiled, and still I await his dark whisper in my ear so I can learn
more from him.
When Dhaezym made a series of foolish battle calls and I questioned him for
it, he demoted me. I disagreed and pressed him further, to a series of
threats. Shortly afterwards Craglork awoke and I was deep within Corte
attaining a drum. Craglork summoned me to Voralian but I could not extract
myself in time to his liking, he demoted me to an oath. There I was tired of
foolish calls and slept them both and fiended them, eventually earning me my
Anathema.
Still I yearn to be the Empress, should the Dark Dream or the Vengeful
Father, or perhaps the lurking Voice of the Shadows wish me. When they wish a
woman who understands the callings of beauty, cunning, and strength, bundled
into one and the ability which she has to lead, I will be there. Until then,
the Empire will pay for their folly of casting out that which was their
strength.