Human Male of unremarkable stock.
Just shy of 6' tall, about 160 lbs.
Not too old, but looks older than his years.

Hm?  Me?  Oh, I'm from...*blinks*...you know, I can't remember the name.  Strange.  A great city, at the crossroads of reality, with all manner of strange and wonderous and terrifying beings walking its cobbles.

I was a farmer.  For a while.  Carrots and parsnips.  Made my own pickles, too...damn good pickles.  I'd pickle baby carrots with hot peppers, I called them "firecrackers," haha.  The wizard council would send a cart out every month just to collect a barrel of my firecrackers.

Wizards!  That was it.  City was run by wizards.  I was a wizard too...for a while.  Not many wizards give it up to become farmers.  A few go the other way round, of course.  After a while the politics gets to you.

You lose it after a while; the wizarding goes away if you don't practice.  I used my spellbooks for kindling and threw my staff in the goddamned river when it was still red with the blood of the invaders we cut out of the heart of the harbor district.

Oh yeah.  The invaders.  I was a general, too...for a while.  I had a sergeant-major that could make a longshore marine cry like a baby, and my troops were white-armored paladins fighting side-by-side with murderous thugs from the thieves' guild...all to save the city.

*shakes head*  But that was a long time ago.  Maybe I dreamed it.  But I remember my farm.  It's gone, now, too.  Time to be a wizard again.  *holds up his hand and stares grimly as power crackles up his wrist and into the air*

Good roleplay.  Women (including trans women), pretty fem boys.

Pineapple on pizza.  What the hell is wrong with you people?

Bodily waste.  Blood.  CBT, yikes.  Actual damage or torture.  Permadeath except in an appropriately heroic manner.  Lumberjacks and manly men.  Vomit, vore, and associated thingers.