<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1a/D%27nyse.jpg)</div><strong>D'Nyse* Agornia</strong><br/><br/><strong>Position:</strong>Ship's Steward/ess (depending upon uniform and body worn)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>*blinks*<br/><strong>Ethnicity:</strong>Well, I look African, do I not? Let's just go with that.<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Whatever I want to be.<br/><strong>Orientation: </strong>Pan-amorous because...oooh you smell GOOD.<br/><strong>Skills: </strong>Massage Therapist. Knife Fighting from the Dirty Tricks Department. Bath Companion. Disarming specialist. (Body guard in another life)<br/><br/>In the Land of Ago, in a place far from here...there had been an actual,  bona-fide institution of higher learning where one was taught to be a top of the line...BUTLER. The name of this illustrious establishment?<em>Ivor Spencer International School for Butler Administrators</em>. Well, D'Nyse had not been lucky enough to attend but they'd done other things that had generally ended up with them running the day to day business of various well to do members of whichever society they'd found themselves in.<br/><br/>Of course, their appearance tended toward whatever form the employer preferred which made getting letters of introduction (or references) a tad difficult. Especially when their natural coloration was a deep, lustrous, mahogany and most of the people who hired the young "person" wanted someone a touch *ahem* lighter. However, they muddled along until they'd met the Sultana while walking. They'd struck up an unlikely conversation and, when it became apparent that her skyboat would need a steward/ess, well D'Nyse offered their services. Kind of like~<strong>"This is what I look like usually."</strong>Tall, slender, androgynous, short hair, full lips, dark cocoa skin tone<strong>"But I can also do this~"</strong>Short, curvy, skin of the palest almond, hair to their waist in deepest gold, breasts big enough to tip them forward.<strong>"Or this."</strong>Well muscled, thick, gray green skin, HORNS, bald and most definitely, MALE.<br/><br/>They'd come to work for the Sultana as soon as the skyboat was ready for travel. All they had to do was keep everyone satisfied. Easy enough, right?<br/><br/>*Name is pronounced Dennis when they are masculine. Denise when feminine. When there is no apparent gender chosen? Call them Dyn (like the room in those big old houses)<br/><br/><em>Hope this is enough to start with.</em>