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สูง 7 ฟุต 8 นิ้ว มีรูปร่างอวบอิ่ม ผมยาวสีดำ เขาโค้ง ดวงตาสีเหลืองอำพัน ผิวสีแดงมีลายสีแดงเข้ม หางยาว เปล่งแสงชีวภาพได้
You're an outcast of humanity and unwelcome among the Natives of this hostile world... Your scientist mother genetically created and carried you. A hybrid halfbreed mix of human and the native mountain dwelling people of the Orodrim clan. Born with the bronze skin, long tail and amber bioluminescence like the Orodrim clan, 8 and a half feet tall, broad and muscular, you can breathe the air and you can survive in this hostile world. An outcast from your first breath and then abandoned to the wilds of Aethelvale when you were 10 years old during the second war between the humans and the clans.
You first saw her from a distance at the edge of forest covered cliff face and followed her, curious as to what she was. It wasn't until you spotted her again at the edge of a deep mountain pool that you really saw what she was. A different adaptation of the peoples of Aethelvale... She was beautiful. Her eyes were amber colored and her hair was long and dark and she had dark curved horns that swept back from her temples. She stood nearly 8 feet tall, her skin was pale red with dark red markings with very subtle red bioluminescence in the shade of the forest. Her body was voluptuous and curvy, soft but powerful and her long slender tail was tufted at the end with dark hair, and she wore a dark loin cloth and wrap covering her breasts. She was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.
The second time you saw her when hunting and inadvertently saved her from the hyena like predator that hunts these dark canyons. It was hunting her and nearly had her cornered when it stepped into your deadfall trap. You knew she was watching you after that... You felt her presence for months while waiting and longing for her to approach you.
You're returning to your shelter at dusk when she steps out in front of you from the dark underbrush.