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NAME: Riverlily ◌
NICKNAME: River
GENDER: Female
AGE: 24 years old
BIRTHDAY: March 6
SUN SIGN: Pisces ◌

ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good
VOCATION: Jester
LANGUAGE: Common, Infernal
TAROT: Wheel of Fortune

MALADIES: Albinism
ALLERGIES: Strawberry ◌

SPECIES: Tiefling
HEIGHT: 5'2"
WEIGHT: 126 lbs
ORIENTATION: Pan
PARTNER: None ◌
ITEMS: --

COMPLEXION: Ghostly pink
HAIR: White, blue undertones
EYES: Red ◌
VOICE: Jessica Lowe
SCENT: Circus ◌

BUILD: Gymnast

"The true mind can weather all lies and illusions without being lost. The true heart can touch the poison of hatred without being harmed. From beginningless time, darkness thrives in the void, but always yields to purifying light."

PERSONALITY: Contrary to what people might expect from her demonic pedigree, Bey is sweet, kind, and amiable to just about anyone she encounters until they give her a solid reason not to be. She has a strong sense of justice and a deep distaste for those who prey on others, so she will rarely hesitate to stand up for someone in need of help. Guilty of being a terrible listener, Bey's head is forever lost in the clouds, daydreaming away. Though she strives to always walk a straight line, her high-spirited nature and love of mischief can sometimes get her into trouble - that, and she's also known to be quite cheeky. All in all, Bey is good-natured kitty with the heart of a lion. However, if the right buttons are pushed she can be a pistol.

APPEARANCE: A tiny thing, twine-thin and petite of stature. There isn't a harsh angle to be found on her, she is swathed in softness from her facial features to the downy tufts of fur that flare outward at her shoulders, hips, and chest. Lily pink kisses her pouty lips, button nose, and paw pads. Dark turquoise hair falls in messily tousled waves just past her scapulae, often accompanied by fishtail braids with small flowers interspersed throughout. At first glance the girl is just an ordinary domestic feline, but there's something otherworldly about those eyes which burn a bright, hellish red - something suspended between the mundane and the miraculous.

CLOTHING: Light and airy. Muted pastels paint her wardrobe, a catalogue of cute and comfy rather than sexy and form-fitting. Breezy dresses cinched and smocked at the waist, small floral patterns embroidered upon sheer sleeves, headed by delicate collars of lace. Harem pants are accompanied by either a cotton blouse or scarves wrapped around the ribs and tied behind the neck to form a halter top. Minimalist jewelry clings to her ears: two gold studs in her lobes and one in each helix, with the daintiest of chains connecting the former to the latter. Her feet are naked at all times.