[center][H1]Rylyn Luxuria[/H1]
"Sex is a tool and love doesn’t exist."
- The Goddess Queen of Winter, The Lady of Subtle Sorrows

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Rylyn stands just over 157cm (5’2”), though she tends to supplement her height with heels, and weighs just under 57kg (125lb). She claims a 68cm waist, 86cm bust, 97cm hip for measurements, and knows full well how to flaunt it.

Her hair generally falls to her mid back and growing from above her eyes beyond the edge of her hair line are the twin curving horns that mark her as Not an Angel. Between the two dark spires she hangs chains and in their loops the bright and stark wind of her contract with Winter seems to blow. Directly below the chains of her horns two wings sprout from her back, sometimes feathered, sometimes more of the 'bat' persuasion.

She prefers her lips painted a deep red, and the few onyx gems she places on her forehead are the badge of a Succubus; whereas the ice crystals that form beneath her eyes like tears are a badge of a different sort. More often than not her nails are a dark blue or black. When they are the skin of her fingers seems to absorb some of the color to coat the lower half of her fingers.

As a mark of her connection to the season of sorrow the soft whisper of a cold wind trails behind her, occasionally boosted by snowflakes and the scent of freshly fallen snow.

[indent]Masks are the highlight and tell of a person who has been taken by Faerie, and in her Mask Rylyn is very similar to her true form. Perhaps her waist isn’t as thin, but her perfectly silken hair is the same. Her eyes sparkle the same way, and she has further perfected the 'come hither' look that only stories could tell you about. She isn't perfect per say, but she does more than draw the eye. She pulls you in deeper and deeper, and all that without the horns[/indent]

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