 General Info
| I Am Here For: |
For a New Experience, For the shits and giggles |
| Marital Status: |
Happily Married |
| Children: |
Eventually |
| Education: |
Graduate School |
| Religion: |
Christian |
| Smoke: |
No |
| Drink: |
Yes |
| Occupation: |
Accountant |
| Body Type: |
Slim / Slender |
| Height: |
5' 0" |
| Ethnicity: |
White / Caucasian |
| Languages: |
English |
Sexy Stuff
| I Am Looking For: |
Cyber Sex, Just Looking, Cyber Friendships |
| Sexual Fantasies: |
Fetishes, Swapping, Bondage, Costumes, Toys, Sadism & Masochism, Massage Oil, Mud and messiness? |
| Sex is Best: |
Experimental, Wild, Kinky |
| Cybersex: |
Yes |
| I Want You To: |
Play Along With My Fantasy, Make Me Do It, Teach Me New Tricks, Tell Me Your Fantasy |
| Cybersex Personality: |
Passionate, Innocent, Fun With Toys, Adventurous, Kinky, Passive, Role Player |
My Web Gifts
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Ifain's Scoop
About me:
This is just for fun. I'm married, happily so (but not in role play, so take your best shot, if you dare). In real, I'm not going to meet for drinks, phone, video, skype (don't have it) facebook (don't have it), won't do movies, or cheat on my husband. I'm in to fun ROLE PLAY, and am here only for that.
Labyrinth
Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child that you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, my kingdom as great - You have no power over me.
Ifvain's Mirror:
Born in 1789 to Anador Price, a pure blood Vampire, and a Gypsy Queen who (herself) was descended of Elven Royalty, I was playing in the Forrest of Dean in England, too far away from my parents to hear my screams, when a Warlock took offense to my being there in some sort of ritual of his.
I am descended of the Royal line of Laurelindorenan - or Lorien (also known as Lothlorien)... the land of the valley of the singing gold. I've been there recently, and although it was once the fairest of all the Elven realms of Middle-Earth, it is now largely deserted... but anyway (I digress).
The Warlock imprisoned me in an ancient mirror wormhole (in time and space), and on his way to America, he threw the mirror into the Atlantic. However it was found, whether by fishermen, or divers, or if it washed ashore – it was taken to a European market and sold. It was sold again. And again.
Whoever bought the mystical mirror, they soon found the image of a glaring ghostly girl in it. Soon unable to even see themselves in the mirror, they would take it back to market, where the image would clear and it would be sold again. The Mirror was eventually sold to a Lord Dracula, who hung it on his castle wall, and soon fell in love with the image of the girl in it. And this is where the story gets weird.
My sister, HRHeather, a Tremere Princess (like myself) and Queen of the "Knight Wraith" coven of assassins, the "Stalkers", and the "KW Legionnaires" went to the original Vampire Court, where she met Lord Dracula. He immediately recognized her as the girl in the mirror, and hit on her big time. He bought her every wish, and one thing led to another, she went to his castle, where she saw the mirror. He gave it to her, keeping a copy for himself, and she took it back to her Knight Wraith council chambers and hung it, mystified as to why there was her exact likeness haunting this mirror. And now it really gets very weird.
Heather’s story is far longer than mine, but suffice it to say that her business is in… um… probably best described as garbage disposal. She requires a very influential council of the most high ranking beings – Demons, Vampire, Devils, Angels, Gods, Goddesses… but she required a member of Elven Royalty.
The Elven guard turned up to her council rock, at her bidding, and they discussed the matter. In 218 years, she had never been near a pure blood Elf before, and the blood ties made her speak Elven for a while. Unable to speak a word of Vampire, she sought the help of Goddess Jessi CooltoyQueen, who returned her to talking English again, but was instantly interested in the mirror. She tried to decipher the mirror, and almost became trapped in it herself (with me)! In so “opening” the mirror’s trap, I was able to part project myself out to the room in which the mirror was hanging, and so was able to talk in Heather’s mind, who then could translate the Elven I spoke.
It was not long after that, that I was able to project myself, with all my effort, to the council (a party was in full swing there… Jessi was there) and Jessi suggested what to do to make me whole. Heather jammed a sword into the frame, discharging a huge burst of energy, and dragging me entirely back to this dimension in time and space.
What is left on the mirror is almost 198 years of my sullen looking image burned into it. I think you’d be pretty damn pissed off if you were trapped in a small metal cage, hovering above a lake of lava for 198 years, swirling your finger in the air to magic up the next revolting ration of porridge blood meat green snot muck, unable to make any difference in your surroundings other than to imagine what it was like to be alive in the world outside. But she’s got all the money… the husband… the pretty clothes… and happy temper… I’m the black sheep without a dime to my name, and for all the “Powerful Tremere Princess” stuff, and the magnificent Elvenhalls that I reside, I have few rays to my name. I dance for credits, tend bar, and will heal most any malady. I try to do no harm, and although my sister’s very powerful Tremere magic resides in my veins (and I can weild it with terrible ferocity) I am not bound to it as Heather is – I walk the day, and she the night. I am a delightful, loving, kind, magical, fiercely deadly Elf, NOT a Vampire.
((btw - on imvu, I play both accounts, Ifvain, and HRHeather. My real name is Heather.))
Who I'd like to meet:
Someone who doesnt' want to get involved in real!!! Someone who's here for JUST the shits and giggles
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