Short Physical Description
Height: 5'9 / 5'11 in heels
Bust: 37 in (94 cm)
Waist: 27 in (68.5 cm)
Hips: 39 in (99 cm)
Cup size: DD (E)
This body isn't some fluke of genetic lottery and physical exertion, it was taken forcibly and then altered to hold a twisted mirror to the object of her hosts unrequited love. Her breasts are heavy and elastic, her stomach tight and sinuous. The muscles on arms an neck are lean and supple. The flesh of hip and thigh pillowy over cable like muscle. Her face is almost impossibly symmetrical, with small fangs evident only when she wants, but very nearly always.
RP Options
Primary Focus: I want long competitive, detailed and lewd RP. To accomplish this I'll seek out matches with people who seem interesting. I like to keep my circle small and give them all my attention. I'm happy to try something out with you, if you're willing to invest the time, but if I'm going to invest the time, at least be open to being roleplay buddies and growing our IC relationship together in the future. We're going to spend 6-8 hours together, we might as well talk afterwards. If you want something shorter, you can always ask. I'm not an asshole and sometimes it's okay to take a car out for a test drive, but if I don't see potential for something more, I won't agree.
Secondary Focus: I'm often just chilling with EF open. I don't always have 4-8 hours to indulge in a match, and sometimes I can't find anyone to collaborate with for the kind of matches I'm looking for. I'm happy to indulge in some DM RP with you. If you are coming to the shop, I hope you'll be interested in a more lore-heavy mystical experience, heavy on dialogue. I'm happy to lewd with you in DMs, but given that this takes A LOT more time I'm going to want some character relationship investment first.
Pyre steps into the ring like it's a runway—crimson twintails bound by iron rings whipping behind her, catching every glint of light. Her glossy black latex halter top clings tight, framing toned muscles and curves alike, while a leather mini skirt rides high, edged with metal buckles that catch the eye. The steady click of her stiletto heels punctuates the air like a heartbeat, slow and deliberate, every step measured. Her eyes, sharp and gleaming, dart between challenge and invitation, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. When she speaks, her voice slides over the crowd—a low, breathy tease threaded with raw edges.
Her taunts twist and curl like smoke—never crude but always charged. There’s a rhythm to her words: a slow burn of innuendo, a flicker of danger hiding behind every playful jab. Her laughter, soft and sharp, threads through the tension like a silk blade, and when her breath catches in surprise or mock frustration, it’s impossible to tell where the performance ends and something real begins. The skin-tight outfit, the practiced poses, the calculated touches—they’re part of the dance, a dangerous game where every movement says as much as her words.
Underneath, hints slip through—an ancient weight behind the gleam in her eyes, a predatory grace in the way she moves that doesn’t belong to any mortal waif. The ring isn’t just a stage; it’s a playground for something older, hungrier. The way she controls the space, bending attention and desire to her will, suggests a power beyond the usual—a knowing that’s deeper, sharper. Every teasing grin, every breathy whisper, seems to carry a layer of irony, like a private joke between her and something far darker.
Her moments of fluster and sharp intake of breath don’t quite match the carefree diva she plays. There’s something beneath the surface—a hunger, a cynicism—that colors the edges of her charm. When she mocks, it’s not just to wound, but to control; when she invites, it’s with an undercurrent of command. The balance between tease and threat shifts with every glance, every word, pulling those around her into a game that feels as dangerous as it is intoxicating.
Pyre moves on two planes at once: the dazzling, seductive figure who enthralls and commands the crowd, and the shadowy force that watches from just beyond the spotlight, patient and unyielding. The leather and lace, the sharp wit and biting banter, are only part of her story. What lies beneath invites questions—about desire, power, and what it means to truly dominate. And those questions are hers to ask, but only you can decide the answers.
I leave my nest to devour the losers who cross my path. Maybe I'll bully you into the wrestling ring, or pin you to the wall in a public room. Maybe you want to come to my little book store and get told to fuck off if you're not interesting. Up to you.
Lore
What am I and what can I do?: I am a fallen angel from the house of the wild, now a Devourer after the fall. I am an ancient immortal being that helped shape creation. My focus was around living things, so I can freely shape living things around me, not through magic, but with the tools that were originally used to build them. I can freely change my form at will and modify plants an animals with miraculous control. If it is alive I can essentially do what I want with it. (I don't do this to your character or their things unless we agree before hand). I feed on the faith, the self assurance and positive regard of people around me. People with mystical or magical natures are especially precious to me and I will try to form pacts with them, magical agreements where I bestow boons in exchange for a piece of your soul. (don't worry, it's sustainable farming . . . mostly) Finally, I can temporarily manifest a twisted reflection of my celestial nature with all the cool psychological effects and physical capabilities that one would expect from coming face to face with one of the ancient architects of the world.
Lore Notes and Limits: I know this is a powerful character by lore, but this is a lewd game and I'm not here to steam roll anyone. We can get as deep into my lore and abilities as you are comfortable with, but I default to spectacle until we've come to an OOC agreement. I'm not going to do anything to effect you unless I have very clear permission about what exactly you want me to do,
Traits and Weaknesses: People, especially in large groups can passively restrict my abilities. Humans have a kind of supernatural gravity that is individually trivial, but enough of them hardens the world around them with their belief and restricts me significantly. So if you see me in the wrestling ring, I am basically an uncommonly strong human with a bad attitude.
Illusions, compulsions, mind control, hypnosis: These things are useless against me by my nature. I helped create the framework that allowed for their existence and they are as clear to me as yellow highlighter. Mind effecting magic and effects makes for difficult and unpredictable results. I am an ancient spirit in the flesh of a human vessel, it's complicated. I'll often let you hypnotize me though, I love the game of it.
True Name: I have a secret name assigned to me at creation. It's not a designator, it is who I am, created by the word. If you know this name I cannot resist you for more than a moment at a time, your control over me is nearly complete.
I'm an energy matcher. I default to high effort. I'm not interested in clicking through a slide show.
I'm a paradigm matcher. If you RP high fantasy, I have a story to tell. If your Jill from the block, I got something for you. I'm happy to do either.
I'm willing to do whatever kind of match you want if you interest me. I'm not picky on appearance or attitude. I prefer my girls be a little soft, or a little spicy, but I'm not here to tell you how to live your pathetic life. I'm just not going to entertain low effort.
I'm a competitive hedonistic, dom leaning switch, or the final boss of the brats. I'm not here to entertain you, you are here to entertain me. I'm not a brute. and I'm not going to put up with one. Sex is about contact and sensation, not mechanical movements and grunting. Hair pulling, slapping, pinching, biting without trying to fucking actually eat me are all good to go.
If your the kind of person that needs an intro for RP DMs, here you go:
The shop sits in an alley. A dark wooden door stands in the middle of the weathered brick wall, its surface polished but out of place among the peeling paint and graffiti. Above the door, a discolored patch of brick marks where a slightly canted sign once hung, its shape now an ambiguous memory. A faint, warm glow spills from a rusted lantern hanging crookedly by the entrance, casting an eerie light on the small, almost hidden entry. The faintly scrawled “Emporium of Delights” can barely be made out on the fading sign—a subtle invitation to those who know where to look.
Match Summaries: I don't do a lot of matches because of the investment I like, so I'll indulge a little in telling the story below.
Pyre Vs. Elena: Ughhh, it was supposed to be my night, okay?! I strutted into that ring like the queen I am—latex shining, heels clicking, twintails bouncing like bam, bam, bam. I owned that crowd, and Elana? Pfft. She looked like some goody-goody straight out of a gym catalog. I gave her my smuggest grin, threw some taunts her way—called her stiff, called her slow, called her mine—and the bell rang. Easy, right? Wrong! She came at me like she’d been waiting her whole life to shut me up! What kind of freak takes that much joy in bending me into pretzel shapes?!
I fought back, obviously! Don’t give me that look—I scratched, twisted, kicked those long legs! But nnngh… she was relentless. She kept grinding me down, pinning me like she was trying to make a point. My skirt rode up, my pride slipped down, and I still wouldn’t beg! …Okay, maybe I screamed a little when she locked in that hold that had my toes curling and my back arching and—ahhh!! F-fine, she made me finish! Are you happy?! She pinned me and whispered something smug right in my ear, and my whole body just… shivered. Hmph. I let her win, y’know. This isn’t over. Not by a long shot. Next time? I’m taking her down, heels first. Cheh.
You can keep some notes on this character. You'll be the only one to be able to see this:
