Irit Xentiel

Descriptions Abound

• • Name: Irit Xentiel
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: ModernThreat101
  • Age/Birth Month: 30 Summers/September-ish
  • Species: Wyrme x Unicorn [Hybrid]
  • Temperment: Outgoing and flirtatious
  • Height: 5'9"
  • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  • Permissions: No Consent except death and major disfigurment: includes piercings/tattoos of ANY kind
  • Weight: 186.4lbs - heavy weight due to ancestry - not overtly apparent on her frame
  • Owned/Rented: Available
  • Currently owned by: N/A

• A Female of Many Features...

  Physical Appearance
  Peculiar. Alluring. A gorgeous black leather collar encases her neck; studded all around with equidistant diamonds and a center-piece of silver, attached to the collar like a belt buckle and shaped elegantly into the wing of an angel. It reads very clearly, Irit after some deep gouges in the otherwise classy metal tag.
  Eyes the color of the sky smile, seemingly unceasingly. Soft downy fur the color of ebony covers her entire body, save for her underside, which boasts soft and pliable plates of milk-stained keratin. Her mane, the hues and facets of the deep ocean stands straight up, never growing past eight inches. Her fine tail is whip-like, save for a rather fluffy tuft at the end; almost like a feline in the way she carries it behind her. Cream hued markings splash themselves across her pelt, congregating in a colorful mass in some spots, while the majority of her is decorated with 'glitter', light hues speckle noisily against the rest of her shadowy pelt.
  Her attire is obviously worn to compliment her natural colors, and that they do. Fine bone structure is certainly what makes this odd beast truly attractive, in her own right. Thin though she is, her womanly features do not go unnoticed by the passerby, as she proudly wears silk fabrics which accentuate her figure perfectly. A striking violet top adorns her chest, wrapping around her features and tied in a knot behind, rather than the customary straps used by other females. This enticing style leaves her toned arms and back exposed for all to admire. The flowing tunic stops just short of her scaled tummy, showing off a flat, strong abdomen. Matching silken garbs fall around shapely legs, perching atop effeminate hips and buttocks, stopping mid-thigh only to sway enticingly with each step this lovely gal takes. Her strong legs boast tons of might, ending with a cloven hoof and a single clawed digit on the back of each leg, just above the fetlocks. Though she lacks a ridiculous bosom and padded buttocks to boast about, she possesses a girlish charm hidden beneath obvious sexual appeal of a fun-loving adult.
  
  Her heritage is peculiar, being born of wyrme and unicorn. Unlike other equine descendants of her lineage, Irit lays claim to a pair of obsidian horns, decorated ornately with amber stones wrapped elegantly in silver threads on each. These horns wrap about her dainty head like a goat's, allowing for such accouterments to be worn with obvious dignity and pride. A pair of wings stand outstretched behind her, feathered and colorful, which is peculiar from one descended of wyrmes... Large ears are usually kept against her head, smoothing her profile pleasantly. When they were perked, however, it would give the otherwise attractive female a comedic feel towards the onlooker.
  She possesses no noticeable tattoos, piercings, scars, weaponry, or bags of any kind. She does, however, carry a tiny pouch beneath the folds and tresses of her bottoms; the same color as her clothing and holding a precious few more of those peculiar amber stones. She has no known magical capabilities, although the potential for them may be seen by one with a trained eye for such abilities.
  
  Personality
  She is a lighthearted soul, always finding the moment to make a joke, or to laugh aloud with others. Outgoing and flirtatious are her personality in two words, but don't let that facade determine your perceptions on this female. She possesses an astute attention to detail, even with the swiftest glances, both in gauging an individual for their physical appearance, as well as their demeanor. It's an innate ability she is unaware of, having learned it in her past and using it to survive, especially within her current life situation. She holds herself in high esteem, which can be seen in her cleanly mannerisms and strutting stance, in spite of the fact that she is indeed enslaved. Her pride gets her into some sticky situations sometimes, but being such a self-acclaimed great judge of character, she'd usually find a way to make amends and save herself from dire consequences.
  She is an obedient and acquiescent slave, however, only to a slaver which shows enough compassion or firm ability to control her. She's a wily individual by nature, constantly curious and usually finding opportunities to ask as many questions as possible. Having lived a sheltered life for so long, she pretty much cannot help herself. She is unaware of her own physical strength, her dragon ancestry being the reason for her unfitting strength of form. Only one slaver had ever found out just how powerful this beast could be, but she did suffer a long and brutal beating for the display and has thus, buried her knowledge of her physical power in the confines of her unconscious mind.
  She has wings, but has never flown. A previous life trauma had scarred her deeply; she was pushed from the boarding school roof and developed a fear of falling ever since. This is the only fact that can get the femme in anything other than a happy mood, for she longs to fly. Her other dislikes include Earl Grey tea, heavy cream, and being pierced for any reason (injections included). She is an obedient slave, and will not refuse a request from her renter/owner, aside from mutilations, abuse, death, and rape. She will wear anything her owner desires her to wear, unless it requires mutilating her physical form; she is proud of her unusual appearance, learning to accept herself truly and completely from all of the shunning she had received in childhood. If no one could love her, then it was up to her to love herself!
  
  Character History
  She is from some of the most peculiar stock, draconic wryme crossed with unicorn. Her mother had been a elegant, creamy-hued elemental wyrme and had fallen for a stately, ebony unicorn in her young life. Irit cannot recall their names, as her mother and father had to give the young girl up before she was hatched. The female had spent her entire childhood in a kind of boarding school. Her family's society was opposed to such 'deformities', as she was to learn at that school. Though the teachers and Headmasters were there to keep her and others similar to her away from their close-minded society, they treated them all with respect and taught them manners, pride, and knowledge in one's ability to take care of themselves, while failing miserably to teach them anything truly useful about the world outside. Of her peers at the time, she was the most odd looking, being born of two entirely different species. Her peers weren't deformities, as much as delinquents and were always making fun of her for her stark differences to everyone else. At the time of her birth, hybrids were completely unknown and shunned in her culture.
  
  She lived a life of freedom and knowledge within the confines of her boarding school life. Upon graduation, they all but kicked her through the door. The influx of hybrids were growing, yet the ways of her culture remained unchanged - the day the students were 17 summers, they were considered old enough to fend for themselves and were 'graduated' from the school, basically tossed into the streets with only the clothing on their backs.
  
  Without the guidance from her life-long mentors, and only her pampered wits about her, she left school with a little too open of a mind. She had met an equine female a few days after leaving the school. Irit thought she found a friend in the beast and had asked her if she knew any place nearby that was hiring. She knew she needed a few pieces of gold to get anywhere and a job seemed like the perfect place to start. Little did the young hybrid know, this female was a recruiter of the slave trade. Irit was directed to a 'job' at a bar, with the blessings of this 'friend'. She was unaware of the perils outside the walls of her school and was cuffed and bagged moments upon 'hiring'. They walked her into something wooden, and so her wearing travels began.
  
  She knew they were taking her far away from the lands she was born to, the bag being removed from her head only at night when herself and other unlucky individuals, both from her school and strangers from the streets were thrown old bread and dirty water for fodder. From wagon to wagon they traveled until the captured furres were hustled onto a boat a few days after their initial capture. The trip took nearly a month and Irit had lost a lot of weight by the time she arrived at The Golden Tether.
  
  Being the high class place that it was, the employees nursed the few slaves they bought, herself included, back to full and shining health. Then they were caged in different places throughout the complex, no one who knew one another were enclosed near each other. Since her enslavement, Irit has seen mean slavers, and kind slavers, slavers she could outwit, and slavers who taught her things. She was recently resold back to the Tether, as her owner had gotten fed up with her chaotic nature. She has been purchased by a Mistress Valesa Ilotta. She was then sold to a stately Jacob Cross after a tense and enduring trial. Her time in the harem pens were short-lived once Mr. Cross' contract met its end, for she was touched by an archangel, Michael a few short months later. Her chaotic nature rose up in defiance against the heavenly being, ending her contract with him prematurely.
  
  As a result of her defiance, TGT sold the woman the following night to some ragged furres involved in the greater public market. Her clothing was still relatively well-kept, as the sale was only within the last two moons. She now stands in the public market of Peristane's Auction, chained to a post, drinking out of a trough, begging for food scraps and using a bucket for her daily needs.
  
  Those two moons as a slave owned for sale on the public market, would be the deplorable conditions they kept the low-sellers in.
  
  She had been ignored and shunned by the majority of the customers of the public market. This granted her many beatings from the guards of the vicious noble that held her contract, most occurred in public while the female was shackled to the sale post. Many passer-by had laughed and stopped to watch the show; such a beastly creature being bettered by an ugly lion crony and his reptilian boss was apparently a worthy show. Some furres even tossed coins at her limp body after rather poignant bouts of violence; the coins of course were scratched up immediately by the aforementioned guards posted to keep watch of potential customers. Irit would survive each night by the generosity of other enslaved furres owned by less brutal nobility. They would toss her some of their daily rations, they would watch and even talk her back into consciousness, some even sent for medical aide - those furres were usually the finely adorned slaves who would wander about the markets and alleys freely, but with protection. For two and a half months, this was how Irit made money for her Master.