Name: Skadi
Race: Foxling (Transmuted fox)
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Biological Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Omnisexual
Height: 5' (Approximately 1.5 meters)
Weight: 113 lbs (Approximately 51 kg)

Random History!
Wizards! Damnable wizards! Always sticking their hands into things and meddling with things that ought not be meddled with! Ah, well. At least this time, meddling managed to produce something worth looking at.

Born the runt of a small litter, Skadi had little hope of survival in the wild. Thankfully, a particularly kind hearted wizard took it upon himself to care for the little runt. After all, what's a wizard without a familiar? While not innately magical, this particular kit often proved too curious for her own good; sticking her pointed little fox-nose into places best left unexplored. To such an end, all manner of magical powders and salves washed over the svelte creature until she found herself imbued with some semblance of magical might. Whilst most wizards knew patience (With all that studying to do!) some were sure to grow tired of the irksome botherings of a curious fox pup.
In an attempt to stay the beast's curiosity, Skadi was infused with genuine intelligence.  More than that, she was given sentience well beyond what a foxy little mind might handle. Surely she needed a more humanoid brain to handle all those deep thoughts! More spells were weaved on behalf of sweet little Skadi until she had found herself transformed and reshaped anew. The creature now seen walking the streets of Sinfar could hardly be considered a fox at all! Save of course, the remnants of her former life that still lay attached to her body.

General Description:
With no more than five feet to claim for height, Skadi was a creature quite accustomed to be looked down upon. Granted, she had spent the majority of her life actually at the feet of others, so a few downward glances were to be expected! The foxling was a svelte little beast, with a supple, curvaceous figure, but little application of fat across her body. As such, she was left with a toned figure, and fine musculature, but a strangely hefty offering of flesh to call her breasts.

Her faintly defined torso gave way to a wide set of hips, offering up a slight hourglass figure to her frame. This definition was made all the more pronounced by the fullness of her backside. If any portion of her body had a substantial amount of fat, surely it was that rounded posterior of hers. Whilst at the core it knew the same firmness as the rest of her, either cheek was left plump and inviting whilst at rest. That was of course, if her tail could be avoided! As one of the few remaining vestiges of her former life, Skadi treated her tail as perhaps her most prized possession. The luxuriously fluffy mass was groomed rigorously on a daily basis. Combed, brushed, and washed, it's furred vastness was left with a lustrous gloss as it wagged behind the foxling's plush rear end. Her legs were rather less fox-like. Having nothing of their former selves left, slender limbs stretched out beneath the foxling's form responsible for a fair portion of her rather diminutive height.

Skadi's face was perhaps the most transformed of all. She was left with angular features, and high cheek bones that might bare some hint to her vulpine origins, especially taking into consideration the darkened flesh crowning the very tip of her petite little nose - a birth mark, if one didn't know any better.  Her almond shaped eyes were large and luminous, with brilliant amber hued irises at their core. She even claimed a faint speckling of freckles on either cheek as if in imitation of the whiskers that once protruded from their flesh. Of course, in looking at the foxling's facial figure, it would be hard to denounce the presence of the vulpine ears protruding from near the top of her head. Each furred mass seemed to swivel and twitch, noting nearly every sound that would reach them.

All in all, Skadi's transformation presented a rather lovely young woman. Vibrant, and inquisitive, she was sure to find her fair share of mischief and danger on her journey throughout the isles that made up Sinfar.

Traffic Lights:
Rather than produce a lengthy list, I would merely note my only reds are scat, gore, and urination. I'm willing (and happy to!) try just about anything else. If there's any question, feel free to ask!