Oswald, the dusty skeleton man, lute toting, top hat standing, clickerty dead walker, once in the prime of his life, now in the newly formed prime of his unlife.

Oswald was once a confused man. Whether to continue his father's world reknowned (slight exaggeration) lard farm, or strike out as a roaming freelance vegetable missile peddler, reality was never a realistic factor in any of his decisions.

He seems to bear the traits of being a butler, and perhaps a slight tinge of grave rot, which by his irrelevent ramblings, seems to have affected his skull.  

Lights: Well for starters he is a skeleton of sorts, so unless your toon has a strange attraction to necrophilia, I doubt he'd be getting any ERP.

Reds: Scat, and stuff against the rules, women with trouser-snakes. I generally go with the flow if it's roleplayed well, however I'd make it known if I don't like anything.

Greens: Proper romance (you know, like shakespeare style, or those soppy Hugh Grant romantic comedies), anything properly done over roleplay, anything part of butlerly/manservant duties.