S A R K A
Sarkazlota Masozisamila Apep
"Don't want to be sly and defile you,
Desecrate my mind and rely on you."
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Sarka is a enigmatic little thing. A daemoness in her own right with a bit of factors from everything.
She is the byproduct of an explicit imagination of the less then pure and the servant of her own body, abandoned
by He who would call her his favored, she has come to the world in search of another. Something to fill
this void that had manifested itself within her with the need of fulfillment. Although, she has not allowed this
misfortune to lead her down the lesser fortunes of a destructive and vice filled path that all of her kind take to.
Electro and Psyche affiliated, the daemoness hails from the farther parts of the depths. Amongst the favored
serving the highers, her shape derives from the sensuous planes of African, bewitched and summoned in the
crafts of voodoo. As many of her kinds are, she is youthfully made with features about one in their early years
in their twenties. From the Nexxian existence in the underplanes, it is known she is not this young but not
one of the elders one would encounter in their travels within the darkness.
Like many of her prestige and caliber, she is made to accommodate her being. Femininely compacted, she
is slender and sleek in shape, though ample shaped and has a soft nimbleness to her from her dainty limbs seen.
Around average height, she is about five feet with eight inches to help her stand tall; she had a unblemished,
creamy brown complexion exuding a gently white, otherworldly warmth. Complimenting her dark complexion
is a set of bumble bee yellow orbs, slated with an inquisitive serpentine leer and a head a milky white waves
fall in a sort of sway past her shoulders. One could easily take note to her lamb horns spiraling above her pointed,
imp-like ears. Above her buttocks, she has a black tail with a heart shaped tip and black, bat-like wings to match along
with it. What is still with her from her previous affiliation is something small and simple, the soft silvery Sanskrit
writing along her left hip. For her, she is adorned less than most, constantly wearing lacy jackets and some form of
arm warmers while her lower attire is nearly bare, stringy material, or sheer leggings, or even shorts when in need
of some sort of formal secrecy. The only weapon she would have on her person is the soft flare collar and its rose.
Things that you should steer clear from, or otherwise not have around her
- Negativity
- Blindness; Lack of sight, Being unable to see another’s eyes, Not being able to see what one is doing, etc.
- Cats; Regular, or otherwise, Nekos, Werecats, etc.
- Serious Subjects
Her mannerisms are quite cute if you would; she is an introvert, if not a tad shy in situations outside of the norm
her element deals with. She’s sort of a ditz and oblivious to certain aspect of relations behaviors, seeing as she only
tries to get what she wished unless she is had. Sar is an inquisitive creature, a bit nosy and likes to see to things she hasn’t.
In the question of the purpose she serves, she is of the upmost loyal and obedient of those that would have her. Coy and
delightful, she would make it her own to oblige all of her Masters wishes if he would so demand it.
Clearly there was more to the lamb then what laid before observant eyes
Curiosity there awaiting for the next unsuspecting surprise
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