Bit of a shapechanger, here's what you might see.

Lithe built with wry muscles. Red haired spilled down his shoulders. The twenty two year old didn't seem like much of a warrior, but his body was toned, more of an aesthetic, or from practical labour.

Light on his feet, he was happy to smile and banter, but he flushed as red as his hair easily.



Lights:

Greens: Men, women. Romance, Rough, some bondage.

Reds: The usual.