Stitches is hardly much of a presence, not only for her entire lack of height - being a mere wispling 'n' all, barely three foot tall - but she is also a messy blonde of haphazard dress, a creased tunic and clopshod boots, mismatched sleeves and tights. It is entirely likely that she sleeps in what she wears, rarely ever changing.

A perpetual aura of exhaustion surrounds this wispling, her mirror-grey eyes ever shrouded by natural shadows- nary a need for any makeup.  Dull, dreary - her demeanour is hardly the most exciting, not at all that inviting. Her tone droll, dry, rasping.

Not an undead, no - far too much meat on her bones. Albeit, hardly enough to stand a chance against the truly voluptuous - poor Stitches is, at best, a supple morsel. The proudest perk of her hips curves shy beneath the arches of grander women, and her chest? Well - cute of her tits to even try to apply to the competition.

Not skin-and-bones, no, but... Mnnph. Not! Flat! Shy away from such suggestion!

Stitches has stitches, true to her namesake. Around her tail, precisely. A long, tapering limb nigh rat-like, marked by several dozen lines woven with the suggestion that, perhaps, her tail has not had the kindest of times.

Ever has a scalpel by her side.

(Lewds)
Shy away from bad hygiene and toilet play. Furry shit is questionable (but not hated). Shitposting is the ultimate white.
Size-play an obvious S+++++
Pretty degenerate.
No idea how this place works.