Dark red hair, almost brown, clad in various shades of green with an amulet of a oak tree wrought in silver about his neck.  Somber and studious in his gazes from dark colored eyes.  Some times an impish grin on his lips.. but not often a nasty words about folks from them..  Armed with a long sword and a shield, again with a forest motif..  At times divine magic might crackle from his fingertips...  A man of woods and war.. just depends on his mood and the moment...

There she sits on Buttermilk Hill
Oh, who could blame her cryin' her fill
Every tear would turn a mill
Jonny has gone for a soldier

Me-oh-my she loved him so
It broke her heart just to see him go
Only time will heal her woe
Johnny has gone for a soldier

She sold her rod and she sold her reel
She sold her only spinning wheel
To buy her love a sword of steel
Johnny has gone for a soldier

She'll dye her dress, she'll dye it red
And in the streets go begging for bread
The one she loves from her has fled
Johnny has gone for a soldier

Johnny has gone for a soldier...


That was a wee bit a'gone, though I still have the blade she bought me, cast adrift, here I am, so far from home and hearth.. ne'er to return..

Lights:

Green:
Vanilla, rough, Light bondage, females (Darker skin, preferred.. no hins or gnomes)

Yellows:
Tattooing, piercing

Red:
maiming, killing, stupidity, idiocy, pedo, closet pedo, bathroom, way too much drama, males (though MMF is fun)