((Joining late, I apologize))<br/><br/>Name: Amsar<br/>Age: 26<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Race: Wolf Rakshasa<br/>Height: 6'2"<br/>Build: Toned<br/><br/>Physical Description: Amsar is a powerful woman, and it shows in every aspect of her being. Her legs are long and powerful, her spine is always straight, and her nose always looking down at those she considers less than herself. She is all black, save for the white on her muzzle, chest, and stomach. Her long voluminous hair is a rich blond. Her breasts are large and full, and she is always seen with outfits that do nothing to hide her busty female form. Her eyes are orange and haughty, and if a glance could kill, hers would most likely do the trick.<br/><br/>Intelligence: Amsar prides herself in being above everyone else. She spent her entire life studying, and anyone who is any less learned then her are often treated like peasants. She is cruel and unforgiving, sexual and dominating. Amsar dresses the way she does to show the power of the female form, not for the eager eyes of the opposite sex. Any man who dares womanize or objectify her better not pride in their manhood... because they won't have it for long. She often carries around a barbed whip, which she uses as a weapon.<br/><br/>Background: She came from a large family of power-hungry demons. As the oldest daughter, she made sure to set a high example for her siblings. At an unnerving young age, she took control over her families estate, and conquered the area around it. Eventually, her greed and cruelty went to far, and her twin brother, Tyran, slit her throat and left her for dead. She survived however, and has sworn to get revenge. She plans on becoming a powerful sorceress.<br/><br/>Vore preferences: Pred/prey. As Pred: Oral soft and hard vore. Soul vore. As Prey: anything but UB and Breast vore<br/><br/>Mind Level 2<br/>Forces Level 3<br/>Entropy 1<br/>----------------------------------------<br/><br/>Impatiently, Amsar strolled the streets of Ratio in the early morning. She had hoped to find a vendor of fine arcane wares, and iridescent potions. However, it seems the city had not yet woken, and very few people walked the streets.<br/><br/>Perhaps that was best, as Amsar drew more attention to herself than any street-smart person would like. She was like a goddess manifesting in the dreary slums. Her hair shone like liquid gold as it cascaded down her shoulders and back. It proved to be a vibrant contrast from her silky black fur, and complemented her clever vermilion eyes. Her body looked as if it had been sculpted by the hands of the Goddes of Beauty and Lust. all that she wore did little to conceal this. Golden shorts that would have made a stripper uncomfortable. Her "shirt" was nothing but a mass of gold chains and diamonds that came together at a collar around her neck. It covered her just enough to be considered decent.<br/><br/>However, she was covered in jewels, and that would turn the eye of many.   The fact that there were so few people around was both a boon and a worry. A large man could easily assault her. . . if they dared. She was intimidating and larger than most men. She also kept one hand on her weapon.<br/><br/>Her ears perked up when people began to yell from around the corner. Her lips curled back into a snarl when she saw the thief running away with quite a snatch. She gently eased her whip off of the belt and unwound it. She stood ready to move if the thief chose to run at her, or even run in her direction.