Post by elesia on Mar 24, 2007 23:13:34 GMT 1
(Warning, she does tend to be rather blunt and VERY mean...so I apologize ahead of time and do not mean actual insult to anyone, it's just the way the character is made.)
Six inch heavy boots tickled with metal, the buckles clanking together as the woman attached to them moved forward, her hips swaying in a natural rythm that demanded attention. There was an air about her that demanded attention and lustfilled gazes, though in truth, any who got too frisky, she would have no quams about carving the fingernails slowly off of their fingers before having shreded what intimate parts they once had....or at least attempting to, she was human after all and was not blinded to the supernatural.
Tonight, she wore a black lamb skinned corset that was trimmed in a blood red, the middle of it looked as if it had been driven through with a blade and peeled back to reveal that pale soft flesh. The corset was tight against her small waist and stomach, pushing her breasts to make deep cleavage that made her look like she would pop from the corset, though she knew corsets well enough to know that the corset was tied too tightly for that to happen. A corset done right, nothing's coming out for a while, unless it is taken off by someone.
The pants she wore were black with several various leather straps attached across her waist line in decoration and the fabric fit tight over her slender lower body half, the legs flared only enough to cover most of her black leather boots. On her right shoulder and upper arm, the vibrant colors of her tatoo showed through, colliding in a mesh of colors that was the only colorful thing on her body tonight. Her long waist length ebony hair was mostly pulled and clicked up,leaving tendrils to cascade down to brush her neck and shoulders, a few left in the front to frame a face that was so pale, most goths would cream over such a color. Her eyes were a gray color that was sometimes darker than other days.
Tonight, those eyes were a paler grey and were accented greatly by the thick black eyeliner that extended out at the corners. Her lips were full and painted with a dark dark crimson that was almost black. She moved now with the seduction of a temptress, hips rolling in a way that was second nature to her, body following suit in a natural rythm. Her eyes though were far less inviting, instilled with a coldness and a harshness that would stop most human males in thier tracks, if they mistook her body language for an invite.
Intimidating? Yes...Scary looking? Perhaps...but it was the effect she wanted and desired...Hell, she REVELED in it. Though tonight, the place she would enter, as she slipped inside, she knew that she might not be so intimidating...but perhaps it'd still get the message across to leave her the fuck alone. She moved across the club's floor now, boots thuding and tinkering as she made her way for the bar, sliding into a barstool. She lifted a heavy boot and locked it unto a rung as she leaned forward, giving a good amount of cleavage to be veiwed, though it wasn't as if they weren't already blatantly in veiw already. Those pale grey eyes searched now for a bartender, wanting to get a headstart on a night of drinking and hell, maybe even enjoying herself. One never knew, though she found it rare that she ever found anyone with enough intelligence who was interesting enough to even spark a small bit of her interest, so she held no preumptious notions about a good night.
Six inch heavy boots tickled with metal, the buckles clanking together as the woman attached to them moved forward, her hips swaying in a natural rythm that demanded attention. There was an air about her that demanded attention and lustfilled gazes, though in truth, any who got too frisky, she would have no quams about carving the fingernails slowly off of their fingers before having shreded what intimate parts they once had....or at least attempting to, she was human after all and was not blinded to the supernatural.
Tonight, she wore a black lamb skinned corset that was trimmed in a blood red, the middle of it looked as if it had been driven through with a blade and peeled back to reveal that pale soft flesh. The corset was tight against her small waist and stomach, pushing her breasts to make deep cleavage that made her look like she would pop from the corset, though she knew corsets well enough to know that the corset was tied too tightly for that to happen. A corset done right, nothing's coming out for a while, unless it is taken off by someone.
The pants she wore were black with several various leather straps attached across her waist line in decoration and the fabric fit tight over her slender lower body half, the legs flared only enough to cover most of her black leather boots. On her right shoulder and upper arm, the vibrant colors of her tatoo showed through, colliding in a mesh of colors that was the only colorful thing on her body tonight. Her long waist length ebony hair was mostly pulled and clicked up,leaving tendrils to cascade down to brush her neck and shoulders, a few left in the front to frame a face that was so pale, most goths would cream over such a color. Her eyes were a gray color that was sometimes darker than other days.
Tonight, those eyes were a paler grey and were accented greatly by the thick black eyeliner that extended out at the corners. Her lips were full and painted with a dark dark crimson that was almost black. She moved now with the seduction of a temptress, hips rolling in a way that was second nature to her, body following suit in a natural rythm. Her eyes though were far less inviting, instilled with a coldness and a harshness that would stop most human males in thier tracks, if they mistook her body language for an invite.
Intimidating? Yes...Scary looking? Perhaps...but it was the effect she wanted and desired...Hell, she REVELED in it. Though tonight, the place she would enter, as she slipped inside, she knew that she might not be so intimidating...but perhaps it'd still get the message across to leave her the fuck alone. She moved across the club's floor now, boots thuding and tinkering as she made her way for the bar, sliding into a barstool. She lifted a heavy boot and locked it unto a rung as she leaned forward, giving a good amount of cleavage to be veiwed, though it wasn't as if they weren't already blatantly in veiw already. Those pale grey eyes searched now for a bartender, wanting to get a headstart on a night of drinking and hell, maybe even enjoying herself. One never knew, though she found it rare that she ever found anyone with enough intelligence who was interesting enough to even spark a small bit of her interest, so she held no preumptious notions about a good night.