Age:  Late Teens
Hair:  Fiery Orange
Eyes:  Hazel
Skin:  Rosy, Fair, Freckled
Build:  Top-Heavy, Lightly Muscled (but more muscular at the calves and forearms).


Has anyone noticed that the regressed barbarians northwest from Icenfar seem to be lacking in women?  There may be a reason for that....

With a neonymic surname bestowed by her tribe after Furaga's habit of standing barefoot in the Northern snowfalls until the skin of her feet grows numb and pale from the wet and chilling snow, Furaga has always had something to prove.  Following her father's footsteps as one of their tribe's berserkers and ragers who hurl themselves madly at their enemies garbed in naught more than patterned streaks of woad paint, Furaga figured that working on her tolerance for pain and discomfort would aid her greatly in proving herself worthy of the battle rager's glory.

But the men of those Northwestern reaches tend to be belittling, dismissive and virtually thoughtless boors.  After one too many humiliating episodes of Furaga painting her bared body with the sacred woad paint and marching forth to join the outpost tribe's latest war party, only to be gruffly shoved and dragged back to the longhouse's hearth and cookpot (where, as the tribe's menfolk figured, was the only place for their women), Furaga stormed out of the village, seething with bitterness, anger and humiliation, and hoping to pursue the glory of a berserker elsewhere, entirely on her own.

Perhaps one day, she shall return to her tribe, ready to demonstrate all that she has learned and to pit herself against their proven ragers.

Perhaps she may even survive the experience.

Perhaps they may, too.


Furaga is open to subdual, capture and possible enslavement, unless you're one of those people who has proven to be a jerk, overly domineering (to the point where you assume that my AFK life is yours to control) or both; you know who you are.  --_--


GREENS:  Overtures at romance (with cultural fondnesses for strongly muscled bodies, long hair, marks of battles won, and feats of prowess and strength, and a personal fondness for bathing, music and poetry), Oil, Massages, Footplay, Dryhumping, Vanilla Sex (favoring the Woman-on-Top positions), Athletic Sex, Barbarian Sex, Rough Sex (or even Hatefucking), Domination (whether hers or -- if you prove yourself her better -- yours), occasional Non-Con/Rape Play (again, the strongest wins and the strongest tops), Bondage (ditto), Light Pain (ditto); men or women, from burly to androgynous (though the latter may have to endure a bit of laughter or derision while she grinds nethers with them); threesomes, foursomes, moresomes.

YELLOWS:  Transexuals of either variety -- shemale or transman (which aren't bad, but you may have to convince her that you're not a "demon" or a "stinking sorcerer" first), Mind Control (just please don't be a jerk about it), furries or people with animal parts, including heads and penises (sure, she loves horses, but not like THAT).

REDS:  Godmoders and powergamers who give themselves "I press a button, you die" off-the-book superpowers (especially if they dive into big, angry snits if you even joke about that abuse or refuse to play along with it), along with the usual Scat/Vomit/Pedo/Necro/Permanent harm and cutty-choppy-mutilatey-killy-deathy stuff.  Let's keep that stuff in the battlefield, please, not in the bedchamber!


(Tell Friendly...to a point.  Asking directions?  Okay!  You need a Raise and I'm nearby?  Just ask!  We had sex before and you'd like another date?  We can talk and see what works when.  We've never even met before and you just want to set up some OOC ERP so you can come right out of the blue without a single word of Roleplay and bang me?  Bugger off!  Roleplay is essential, boys!  I am NOT your Dial-a-Whore.)