<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/pJoIBxF.jpg)</div><strong>Lilith, the Succubus</strong><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Life was hard in exile... but it honestly couldn't be helped. It's not like she had the means to go back to hell, even if she wanted to. Plane Shift spells were expensive! So it was that Lilith had tried to make her way in the mortal world. But life was also hard when you didn't have a class! Everyone else around her was either a commoner, or a warrior, a rare few she assumed had levels in real classes, that gave real benefits... but not her. Born to her parents, she didn't have the loving and full upbringing of the Hells, and now, almost a full year old, Lilith was really wishing she had a class to call her own. But for that, she needed experience! XP and loot and even an adventuring party if she could swing it. But pickings were rare in this area of the world, until of course she saw that fateful sign.<br/><br/><strong>"The Church of Pelor?"</strong>she thought to herself aloud, her trek through town in the disguise of a towering 7' tall elven muscular amazon halted infront of the wooden signage outfront of the tavern.<strong>"I've heard of them! They're nice people, they'll help me get a Class! This is great! Oh please don't be a scam, please don't be a scam!"</strong>she said to herself with glee. But before she went inside she stopped to ensure her body was given just a little more bust, a little more muscle and long flowing platinum blonde hair. She knew from experience men found her irresistible, but she wasn't going to leave anything to chance! This was her destiny, and no one was going to keep her from getting a class for herself!<br/><br/>Stepping into the tavern, her large two handed blade sheathed across her back like a real adventurer, Lilith made her way in sticking out like the biggest most inflamed sore-thumb in all the world. A seven foot tall amazon elf? Who would have thought to use that as a 'disguise'? Someone who didn't know any better, that's who! Keeping a stern look across her face, the kind of look Lilith assumed adventurer's made, she looked and quickly found the adventurer's table. Stomping over to the table she folded her intensely muscular arms under her breasts and gave a nod of greeting. She'd tried to rehearse this kind of meeting before, and only hoped she got it right.<br/><br/><strong>"Well met. You're looking for adventurers huh?"</strong>she said gruffly, giving the two of them appraising looks. For all of her towering amazon appearance, Lilith was 'complimented' by an ever stereotypical Chainmail Bikini that looked to protect not-much of anything and a pair of black leather thigh-high boots with stilettoed heels and matching elbow length black leather gloves. She was distracting in the extreme, to be certain... but the idea of wearing a chainmail bikini as actual protection wasn't exactly... smart.