Age:  Early 20's
Race:  Human
Subrace:  Chondathan
Hair:  Earthy Brown
Eyes:  Amber
Skin:  Olive
Speaks with something of a Gallic dialect.


A graduate of the Chez Gourmando School of the Culinary Arts, Faustine is now a chef without a kitchen.  In search of gainful (and, hopefully, prestigious) employment, she has come to wander the many isles and locales of the Sinfar Archipelagos, applying for work with whatever cafés and restaurants have openings among their culinary staff.

Of course, this IS Sinfar she has landed in, where resisting one's licentious urges is in itself a Herculean effort.  We may not know which turns her adventurous side may take from here, but we can surely make an educated guess....


(French players?  Despite Faustine's demeanor, I'm not really fluent in the French language.  Je suis faux.  Je m'excuse!  >_< )


GREENS:  Most anything, including Food Play (but don't go TOO extreme; hot fudge on the nipples is nice, scalding soup in the vag is right out), Massage (any), Intimacy and Carnality -- Vanilla or Kinky -- Tribbing, Vaginal Sex (and no surprises here; she's not one of those 50-billion Sinfar girls who have frog DNA, so her womanhood shall remain a womanhood), Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Strap-ons and other toys, Wrestling, Trampling and Foot Play, Body Oil, Twosomes, Threesomes, Foursomes, Moresomes, with men, women, hermaphrodites and/or transexuals who DON'T take themselves too seriously.  However...

YELLOWS:  Politically Correct transexuals/transgenders/Trans-Antarctic Mountains/transwhatever.  Snoggytime with dickchicks and pussyboys is peachy keen, but start preaching at me about "correct" synonyms or pronouns and we're done.

Also, mind control (so long as you're a good sport about it, for Pele's sake; otherwise, see "Godmoding" below), Nonconsensual/Rape Play (as long as you're not creepy about it), Tentacles (sometimes, depending on mood), Bestial stuff (depending on what kind of critter or beastly humanoid you are and, of course, my mood) and "Weird Even for Sinfar" characters; your 12-foot-tall, polka-dot-furred half-dragon/half-centaur sentient slime mold mashed onto a robot skeleton godmothered by a succubus with twelve penis-tentacles on its chest is REALLY going to have to throw out some Master League pick-up lines here!

REDS:  Godmoders and powergamers who give themselves "I press a button, you die" superpowers that don't really exist (especially if they dive into big, angry snits if you even joke about that abuse or refuse to play along with it); pull that shit and I reserve the right to suddenly pull god-powers out of MY ass too.  You know who you are.

Also, Scat, Vomit, Pedo, Necro, Permanent harm and cutty-choppy-mutilatey-killy-deathy stuff.  If it's fit for the compost bin, then it is NOT fit for the bedroom, the bath or the BDSM dungeon!