Philomena Costas

Dance

• of fire

  Appearance

  
  

  Human Form

  
  

  A tall figure, nearly six feet, which for someone that was seemingly human looking was very tall for a woman. Her pale skin had a soft glow to it, at least that which was not covered with sun-kissed freckles. Red hair draped half way down her back, a deep and rich color that was mingled with copper and gold. Her form was lithe, slim, and toned though not muscular. A dancer's form if nothing else. Long and well shaped legs. A feminine curvature from chest to waist to hips. Graceful arms and fingers. She held herself tall and straight backed, not so much in pride but in self assurance, despite her station.
  
  Her lips, full and wide, turned into a natural frown that was immediately eradicated when she smiled. Large, tilted, eyes had the hue of amber to them. Her round face was youthful, fresh, despite the fact that it was covered in those freckles. Even when her emotions weren't obvious, there was always a little fire behind her gaze. A knowing look full of intelligence and mischief.
  
  Around each of her slender wrists are golden cuffs that seemingly have no opening. Her clothing is remiscent of what one might see on a belly dancer. Her brassier is made up of gold beading, with hints of white. The top is edged in what look to be gold plated discs that move slightly as she does. The waist of the skirt is decorated much the same way, but with loose white gossamer silk falling down around long limbs. When she steps, they move to give hint of the pale, freckled, skin beneath.

  
  

  Djinn

  
  

  When in her true form, her Djinn form, she retains her height and form of body. Her skin, though, becomes as hard as rock, and looks like rock too. It is dark grey and craggy, with the splits between those stones glowing the bright red of fire. Her features become statuesque, still there but all the same color as the rest of her body.
  
  The long red hair turns to flame, licking around her back and her shoulders wildly. Sometimes little sparks might accidentally ignite things that are nearby. Her pupils disappear completely, and shift between reds, oranges, and gold. The cuffs at her wrists, though, never go away. Not by her own accord.

• and of flame

  Name: Philomena
  Age: She looks to be 24
  Weight: 140
  Height: 5'11"
  Race: Fire Djinn
  Hair: Red
  Eyes: Amber
  Status: Slave
  Orientation: Whatever sparks her interest

  
  

  Personality

  
  

  Smart. She is every so smart, and clever, though she will do her best not to make it known. It is her nature to be a trickster, and she does it by manipulation if she can manage it. While her kind are tethered to an inanimate object and to be used as their master sees fit, that doesn't mean she won't try to think of a way to change the dynamic of the relationship.
  
  Her sense of humor is rather dry, but it is there, though she is not prone to laughter or the exertion of too much emotion. Unless she is angry, of course. Then it's a whole different story. Being that she is a creature of fire, sometimes that temper has a way of flaring up at the most inopportune times.
  
  Still, she is known to be great company. A sparkling conversationalist when the mood sets. Well versed in the more feminine arts. Her kind, and her line, have been linked to servitude for longer than she can remember, and so she knows how to be that companion. That doesn't mean she won't look for a way to change it.

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