"Now if I can just stop it from getting so hot and sticky in there.."

Name: Melinda Copperbottom
Race: Halfling (Mostly)
Height: 3'4"
Weight: Don't ask
Sex: Whenever she has free time.
Gender: Yes
Naughty Bits: You offering?


    The big blue pigtails may be odd, but there's generally nothing much out of the ordinary about this little halfling, at least on first inspection. Aside from a generous bust and toned figure for her size, she's nothing remarkable. She's a bit toned, what you can see when she's working on something, the small woman's arms finely muscled and able. Her face marks her out as a little darling, with bright blue eyes and a tiny nose. Her cheeks often carry with them a blush and a sheen of sweat from hard work.

    She's a bit of a smith of sorts. Armor, weapons, tools, she tinkers with them all, as well as more... Shall we say, 'eccentric' creations. A bit of gears here, some pistons there. She's one to always add a pulley or cog to something. Perhaps she's picked up a few gnomish habits, though it's doubtful she'd be mistaken for one.

    Her usual dress is what one may call, well, sensible. Often she's seen in a coat of mail, copper-coated plates and scaled dashed about in appealing patterns. Her own work, she'll be glad to tell anyone. Upon her feet are often thick-soled work boots, more practical than stylish. Times when she's not armored would see her in equally mundane outfits. Comfort seems to be her priority over fashion, often wearing baggy clothes that fit loose on her. Of course, there may be other reasons..

    Should someone get the chance to view her in the nude, the reason for her fondness of comfortable clothes becomes clear. Beyond her softly tanned skin and those pert breasts, where one would expect to find the little halfling's feminine treasure, they instead find a very large, very male, and very equine slab of flesh. Her mother's amorous escapades have left their mark on her daughter's genes, and they clearly show in a fat sheath and dangling horse cock, looking more fitting for a full sized stallion than a tiny halfling girl. Below that stein tick shaft of equine prowess, a swollen sack hangs, it's smooth surface only marred by the occasional vein ensuring her production of virile seed never slacks off.

    Yet even this mass of sexual flesh isn't the oddest thing about the little halfling. For that, one would just have to see how she prepared for combat...

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          Mark 1 Golem Armor
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    Melinda's first attempt at bringing together her love of gears and armor. It's a somewhat crude construction, cobbled together from bits of armor and plated from shields, along with a few more questionable components.

    Nearly the size of an ogre, the stomping, clunking thing is more than functional, if lacking much in the way of style. It's joints hiss and steam as it moves, shifting about with a slight jitter that belies it's strength. Tubes, pipes, and cables protrude from under it's armored plates, leading back to the source of her creation's power.

    The smell is perhaps the one thing Melinda certainly is not happy with. The bulky, smoke belching pack is like some sort of multi-staged boiler, burning and cooking a mixture of dragon's blood and enchanting components for the magical power her suit requires to function. The strange violet glow that seems to flicker and trail from it's great, reaching exhausts clearly not the most pleasant of things. But, at least her companions don't have to put up with being crammed inside the thing.

    Which is exactly where Melinda often finds herself. The large plates along the chest and abdomen unfold, revealing a barely padded nook for the tiny halfling to crawl into. Controls looking more like half-finished gauntlets and boots dangle freely when not in use, a collection of dials and gauges help her keep track of if her contraption has sprung a leak or not.

    If the cramped conditions weren't enough, should one see the halfling climbing in or out of her clanking contraption, they'd be in for a bit of a surprise. It's likely how one would know of the girl's massive equine member, for she has to strip down to naught but her birthday suit. Perhaps it's the heat, or just the lack of space for any clothing. Yet, when asked, she'll often say that the suit just seems to work better when she's bare and hanging freely...

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          Mark 2 Golem Armor
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    Still in the planning and design phase.


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