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Bio

  • An intelligent hell would be better
    than a stupid paradise.     (Victor Hugo)

  • Basic Statistics

    • NAME: Unknown; not given.
    • ALIAS: Tullah. Miss Tullah.
    • RACE: Cambion. Offspring of an incubus and succubus through human hosts.
    • AGE: Actual age; unknown. Looks; early to mid thirties. (D.O.B. Oct 21st; Libra).

    • SEX: (♂♀) Shifter; transfeminine. She/her.
    • ORIENTATION: Pansexual; masculine bias. (Kinsey Scale: 2).
    • MARITAL STATUS: Married to Maltheisus.

    • HEIGHT: Five feet, even.
    • BUILD: Thick, voluptuous. Soft, with generous curves.
    • EYES: Vivid, acidic green irises. Darker, colder green sclerae.
    • HAIR: Black, gradating into searing green. Short, worn in finger waves or slicked back.
    • COMPLEXION: Rich brown. Black scales at the ears, neck, arms, legs and tail.
    • MARKINGS: Motes in vivid, cold mint green at fingertips, palms, toes, and soles of feet.
    • PIERCINGS: Earlobes (x3), tongue, labret, nipples, navel, clitoral hood.
    • HORNS: Has none, but uses glamour to 'put some on', now and then. Usually ghostly.
    • TAIL: Slim, black. Tipped by a strange hybrid of fin and devilish spade.
    • VOICE: Low, husky and ponderous. (Compare Fanney Osk.)

    • ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral.
    • PROFESSION: Tutor; lecturer; scholar (magick theory).
    • FAMILIAR: A plump pigeon in whites and greens.
    • HANDEDNESS: Sinistrous.

    ✒ TGT Battle Dice Aspects.

    Arena Aspects
    Tullah is not a fighter. Stats are here to facilitate RP.
    ѕpeed: -1
    ѕтrengтн: 0
    ѕтaмιna: 2

    weapon: 1 (Claws/heels.)
    arмor: 0 (None.)
    ✒ Character Tropes.

    Character Tropes
    Idea stolen from a clutch of people. Sorry, guys!



    The path to paradise begins in hell. Plush and dark, she hides her figure under drab, wool pencil skirts and smart white blouses. What seem at a glance like boots and gloves fashioned from iridescent snakeskin are in actuality part of her body, supple and warm and alive with motes of phosphorescent green about her fingers, toes and the chitin spikes at her heels. The same green brightens the curled ends of her short, neatly-coiffed hair. A whippishly slim, black tail sways behind her, its tip a strange hybrid of devilish spade and fin-like webbing.

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