Syndra Sartoris

Introducing Syndra

Raven-tressed Syndra’s astonishing bodily attractiveness eclipses her extraordinary talents. Most people don’t get past gaping at her figure, and mostly they don’t need to, either.

She is dangerously beautiful, with a hypersexual body straight from a dirty dream. The girl’s most prominent feature, strictly speaking, is her shapely round fantasy-sized boobs, awkwardly huge on a rail-thin frame, straining against the laces of her snug garment, and deservedly the objects of much attention. By contrast her waist is tiny and lithe, even twisty. Her ass, full and firm, and her long slender legs also draw plenty of admiration, especially when she’s not looking. Luxurious and healthy glossy jet black hair flows in curtains down to her curvaceous hips. Syndra’s elven heritage makes her seem younger than she is, with the suppleness and fresh visage of a girl of barely eighteen years. Her face is heartbreakingly gorgeous, delicate, flawless, with unblemished skin the color of honeyed cream, large and long exotic and alluring dark eyes, and suggestively pouty full red lips over a slight chin. Wherever she goes, heads turn and hearts race, big time. Men follow her helplessly, seeing in her a most desirable companion, often unable to help themselves from doing desperate things they wouldn’t do normally to be near her. To be honest Syndra doesn’t discourage it. She pretends she doesn’t notice the stares and the awkwardness, as if she were a sweet innocent young normal thing, but inwardly she relishes the power of her body.

Syndra is also extremely nimble, wicked smart, and charming as a devil. You might not notice that about her, though, as you stand slack-jawed looking at her, wondering how any girl could be that fucking hot, even in a world of magic.

“No skill of measurable worth” is what they said of her in her village. That’s because she could blithely get any guy to do whatever she needed. She always got her own way, too, spoiled to the point that she could get away with outright theft. She could have anything she wanted. Eventually, though, she tired of cycling through the same local boyfriends, sneaking off with the men who wore her down with their incessant pleading, screwing them just to shut them up or out of sympathy or in exchange for a favor or to get out of a jam. She tired even of the amusing feuds they fought over her. The villages of her youth were too small for the hottest girl in the realm, so she ran away with a passing mage to become his apprentice, leaving a regrettably large number of broken hearts behind her.

Syndra’s instructor in magic was an older human who adored her body and was willing to break the rules of his order to keep her around. Their slightly twisted relationship was mutually advantageous. He got a dream girlfriend and she got magical power. If she wasn’t so brilliant, she couldn’t have crammed that curriculum in a shorter period than normal, but despite the assumptions everybody held about her, she managed to finish the same sort of apprenticeship others got starting at a younger age.

At the start of the game, something has split her from her master. Either she bolted or he died or got in trouble, or he reluctantly sent her on some business somewhere.

Syndra is not evil. She’s basically a good person, but being the center of attention has spoiled her and put her out of touch with the hardships of being anything less than a goddess. She’s just way too sensationally attractive to have lived a normal life. Her elf heritage also has endowed her with lots of qualities starting with f. She’s flighty, fanciful, frivolous, flirtatious, and fun. She feels bad for people in pain and will try to help, which has suckered her into many relationships that went sour quickly, and yet she can’t help it. At the same time, she doesn’t really mind fucking or sucking a guy to get her way. It’s not even clear that she’d be embarrassed if somebody confronted her about it, either.