Race:  Glaistig
Hair and Fur: Amber Blonde
Eyes:  Hazel
Skin:  Olive Tan
Age:  Late Teens to Early 20's
Build:  Sleek, Lean and Broad-Hipped


Ween this as ye may:

Ye're bandyn aboot that bluidy big bhaile, what Lomidar by ainm, and waylayn what folk wander in and oot and hootn lood with what yuir wood spirits spake.  "Crush the tillers o' the soil, let the wildlands remain wild, these woods be ours noo, e'en a druid shan't save ye noo!  We drubbed the Surtites oot from these woods and we can do the same to ye!"  All what tryn to end so much farmn and aggieculture.

But one e'en, affer ye've sent an eile peck of farmers quittn their cart of veggies and panickn back to Lomidar, ye feel the pangs of hunger and tart gain.  So ye graft a pinch of carrots from their laist cart and squat for a meal.

And when ye see and taste what boonty their earth-rapn means, stoofn their bellies on plenty whilst ye're left to tear oop raw carcasses or bluidy well  starve in the woods, ye come to figger that mebbe the farmers haft a point.

Communn with the earth be all well and braw till the next snows coom.
Mayhap, ye figger, the bluidy earth can survive a wee spot of tilln, so lang's the folk donn do oer mooch and leave soom wildland for Nature's ain.

So whyn't share hands and make siller with the farmn folk, learn their ways, seeyit they tend what land they claim, to ne'er laist some nor takn more...?

But fie, the oer glaistigs noo brand ye a betrayr, as do the Auld Goats with their lot.  No halfways with yuir ain; either Lomidar begones or the Wildfolk do.  And sure they noo scream for yuir bluid as they scream for the bluid of any turnip farmer....

...but enow aboot me.  Hand me that tiller, bonny lass; this cabbage has gone to seed and be beggn for a replantn.


GREENS:
--Non-erotic roleplay; Adventures and quests with a party; Overtures at romance; Massages; Dryhumping; Vanilla Sex; Kinky Sex; Rough Sex (or even Hatefucking); Men, women or androgynes; Twosomes, threesomes, foursomes or moresomes.

YELLOWS:
--Mind control; Non-Con/Rape Play (with the right person); Ridiculously large breasts and/or penises; And if I need to Google up the lyrics to an obscure Alt Rock song just to figure out what you are...seriously?!?

REDS:
--Adventures and quests with Player 2, nor with any of Player 2's five-dozen versions of the same annoying character.
--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).
--  "Come find me over here and fuck me" Tells.  I am NOT your Dial-a-Whore.  No roleplayed introductions and overtures at romance, non-con and such?  No pussy for you!
--Generic Bioware biographies in your description or no biography at all.
--"Weird even for Sinfar" characters (so 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!); once was too many, thanks.
--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.