Lizael

The being that stands before you is a mystical vision of perfection of the female form, crafted from an eternity of effort over endless eons of trial and error. A flawless mix of angelic-like grace and dark promise of untold desires, a being ancient beyond compare, that has traveled the endless voids and bountiful worlds equally. It's skin is a strange smooth membrane encasing it's female form, with the exception of it's head, fingers and wing. It looks not unlike she is clad within a impossibly skin tight latex suit, but, oh it is so much more than mere fashionable attire, it is, pure power, the power of hunger and eternity. It is dark as dark as ebony or the void itself, reflecting just enough light to make out the curves of the creatures dark flawless figure, other spots that do not appear to be part of this dark embrace bare a strikingly similar appearance to a woman one would to expect to find on magazines or in media. Long perfect locks of teal frame the beings head, the same color extending to what was once two glorious wings, where now only one remains on her left side the other a stump and mere shadow of it's former self. Vibrant cyan eyes illuminated with a faint glow radiating with warmth and desire adding to it's allure and presence, a presence that always feels large and imposing but yet somehow, gentle and welcoming to those that glance upon it. Every movement is with such grace it seems utterly unnatural, perfect, even the small wisps mist that escape from smooth full lips born from a perfect smile seem elegant.