Subrace:  Lightfoot Halfling
Hair:  Dark Auburn
Eyes:  Honey Gold
Skin:  Light, Freckled Tan
Build:  Sleek yet Broad-Hipped
Typically speaks with a chipper tone and the dialect of the Sword Coast (though she may at times Bluff her way through another dialect, if she sees fit).


"Oh, begging your pardon, milord!  Did I almost stumble under you?  My mistake, truly sorry!  Oh...you seem to have dropped your coinpurse!  Here you are.  Its belt loop seems to have torn through somehow...no, no, that is surely not a dagger cut!  I have seen many purses with dagger cuts ere now, and that is surely no dagger cut.  Worn through from shoddy craftsmanship, I would wager.  So...since I helped you out there, what say you treat me to a round of buttered mead, and we can chat about our jobs?  Surely you know so much about the Royal Palace and its comings and goings, yes...pure fascinating stuff for those of us heraldry scholars!  Shall we?"

Glib and sociable in some measures, and furtive and sneaky in others, Wynderbee has grown quite accomplished at spiriting herself into places where she is not meant to intrude.  And for the right cost -- or for the right cause -- she may prove to be quite the little helper...assuming that she -- or someone else -- can manage to get her hairy little feet off the couch from time to time; she is not without her maudlin whiles, you see, and she is given to sulking and laying about for a tenday or three if a great, ambitious and well-planned caper should somehow go bust.

Perhaps something sweet and sugary -- or something sparkly and valuable -- may bring her back around...maybe.


Wynderbee 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, Oil, Massages, Footplay, Dryhumping, Vanilla Sex, Kinky Sex, Rough Sex (or even Hatefucking); domination, bondage and/or light pain (more so if it's punishment for her thefts or other crimes); men, women or androgynes; threesomes, foursomes, moresomes.

YELLOWS:  Mind control, occasional Non-Con/Rape Play, manipulative jerks, ridiculously large breasts and/or penises, generic Bioware biographies in your description, no biography at all, "Weird even for Sinfar" characters (pink-furred shemale satyrs may be passable, but your 14-foot-tall half-dragon, half-angel, half-drow elf Hengeyokai Oni Bushidomitsu Sayonara flesh golem who's bristling with a dozen penises and is actually a shapeshifting black ooze connected to a hive mind is WAY out!), and if I need to Google up the lyrics to an obscure Alt Rock song just to figure out what you are...seriously?!?

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 and/or refuse to play along with it).  If you break out any bullshit like "I can read your mind without a Save" or "my touch can turn metal white-hot and burn you to death," then I reserve the right to either A) completely ignore your blatant powergaming, or B) pull fudgey-as-hell superpowers out of my own ass.  You're the reason why games have RULES, you bullying, double-standard-toting wannabe gods!

--If it comes out of your anus after you digested it, no thanks.
--If it belongs in a wildlife preserve or a zoo, no thanks.
--If it belongs in a hospital's Trauma Ward, no thanks.
--If it belongs in a morgue, no thanks.
--If it has fetish fiction in the dark corners of the Deep Web, no thanks.




...AND since, by now, it clearly needs to be said, your Tells and my "Tell-Friendliness":

Tells that I love, like or simply don't mind:

-- "Hi, could you tell me where I could find [insert person, place or thing here]?"
-- "Hey, did you see the new [server feature] yet?"
-- "Hi, I like your character!"
-- "Sheesh, Widsy, how many characters do you have?"
-- "Hey, we're having a [party/drinking contest/arena tournament/dungeon crawl/Shard Run/other social event] over here.  Care to join us?"
-- "Hey, something killed me and you're in the neighborhood.  Could you come Raise me?"
-- "Hey, our characters know each other pretty well by now.  What would you say to a date, and maybe some ERP?"
-- "Before we begin, let's talk about our Lights for a moment..."
-- "Hey.  Our last ERP was great!  Can we meet up somewhere and do it again?"
(Just bear in mind that I might not always be available, whether because of Real Life concerns, I'm already off doing something with someone else, I'm up to my ears in balors, et cetera.  Sorry!)

Tells that disturb me, annoy me or piss me off:

-- "Hi, I'm some stranger and you've never met my character and/or me before!  Let's meet somewhere and fuck!"
-- "Hi, I read your Description and I think you'd be interested in my character, even though you've never met him/her before!  Let's meet somewhere and fuck!" ...or, simply, "Nice character!  Let's fuck!")
-- "Hi. my character's a half-angel, half-dragon, half-kobold warforged genasi shemale with two heads and five leg-sized, spiky cocks!  Pretty cool, don't you think?  Let's meet somewhere and fuck!"
-- "Hi!  Hi!  Hi there!  Hi!  HI!  HELLO?  Why won't you answer my Tells?  What, I'm not good enough for you?  I said 'Hi'!"  (Nevermind that I could be up to my ears in balors for all they know.  You know what's REALLY sexy?  Patience!)
-- "Hi, I've been stalking you with my godlike munchkin stealth skills since Waterdeep!  Let's fuck!"
-- "...what?  You turned my character down in-character because I was creeping you out with my persistent and terrible in-character sexual advances?  Well...he/she/it WASN'T coming on to you!  Yeah!  You just misunderstood me, that's all.  The joke's on you!  No problems handling rejection HERE, nope!"
-- "Boo hoo hoo, you and/or everybody else won't fuck me because I'm a complete toad!  So I'm going to lay a guilt trip on you in hopes that you'll change your mind and fuck me!  Woe is me!  Poor, poor me!  Ohhh, how I had such strong hopes that you'd take pity on me and fuck me!  I think I'll crawl into a hole and die!  Boo hoo hoo..."

(Seriously.  I enjoy ERP, but I am NOT your dial-a-whore.  Maybe you should try putting a bit more effort into your "romantic overtures" if I don't immediately tear off my clothes and throw myself at you just because you clicked my username and said, "Sup?".)