
| Full Name |
Onirelia the Succubus Born |
| Race |
Tiefling |
| Classes/Levels |
Rogue, 3 |
| Gender |
Female |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
60 |
| Alignment |
Neutral Evil |
| Deity |
Norgborger |
| Location |
Cassomir |
| Languages |
Common, Abyssal, Infernal |
| Occupation |
Courtesan |
| Strength |
10 |
| Dexterity |
18 |
| Constitution |
14 |
| Intelligence |
12 |
| Wisdom |
10 |
| Charisma |
12 |
About Onirelia
Demon's blood flowing through her veins, Onirelia follows the path of her ancestor, living a lavished life of hedonistic appeal. Small nub like horns grew out of her head, piercing her soft red skin and coarse black hair, parting it to show off her heritage. A long, four and a half foot long tail also coils and writhes behind her at all times, its spaded head flicking back and forth. Her eyes, a tantalizing and alluring pink, flash to black and red beads depending on her current mood. That isn't the only thing alluring about her, though, as she has curves that make other woman jealous and men flock to her. Perhaps that is why she has so many returning customers. Or, perhaps it's her forked tongue, silver like a snake's; could it be her voice that drips like a dampened dagger? Maybe it's her pointed ears, that of an elf but far more sinister; or the vestigial little wings that flit around on her back? Or the lavish amount of fangs that rest in her mouth; or perhaps it's her tendency to dress revealingly so that men and women alike can window shop...