Age:  Late Teens
Hair:  Dusky Brown
Eyes:  Ice Blue
Skin:  Fair to Alabaster, Freckled
Build:  Top-Heavy, Lightly Muscled (but more muscular at the calves and forearms).


Another refugee from the deranged barbarian tribe to the north of Icenfar, Halder Cod-Cutter -- so named from her habit of claiming for trophies the penises of what brutes have fallen to her axe -- has followed the footfalls of her cousin Furaga to the civilized lands and the seas coursing among the Outer Isles...and beyond.

Aspiring to follow her father and her uncles 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, Halder figured that working on her tolerance for pain and discomfort would aid her greatly in proving herself worthy of the battle rager's glory.  And so, after many hours and many days of training to strike deeply and true with the greataxe, sprinting and hiking naked through Icenfar's freezing expanses and scaling those rough and jagged crags with bare hands and bare feet, she felt herself ready for such exhaltations writ in steel and blood.

After too many humiliating episodes of Halder painting her skyclad skin with the sacred woad paint and marching forth to join the tribe's latest war party only to be gruffly pushed away and dragged back to the longhouse's hearth and cookpot where the menfolk consigned all of their women, Halder stormed out of the village, seething with bitterness, anger and humiliation, and hoping to pursue the glory of an Icenfarer berserker elsewhere, entirely on her own.

That part of her tale has yet to be written.  But it promises to be a vibrant and exciting tale indeed!


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.)