You see a white rabbitling (bunling if you prefer) about two and a half feet tall, maybe thirty pounds soaking wet, wearing a red cloak over leather and chainmail armor. He is sleek bodied and nimble, with determination in his eyesand steel on his hip, the scabbard of a to-scale blade at his waist - a shortsword for anyone else, a bastard sword to him!

Sir Taggart is athletic, his armor failing to modify his svelte, androgynous figure overmuch. Beneath steel there are gentle curves, yielding but firm to the touch, with steel  and softness, scars and supple flesh,. an exercise in duality, a lily of beauty on a battlefield. More important, a warmth shines from his gentle features, a frequent smile that looks pleasantly nonviolent on his sweet, demi-elven face.

[GREEN LIGHTS - yes, please!]

Being bottom, Male / Male, Male / Female, Male / Other, Sizeplay (Big is good!), non-con/semi con (ok if I'm bottom), magic in the bedroom (Why stick with realism? Potions of elasticity, transformations, magic lube), good post lengths,ongoing roleplays, soft vore (the nonfatal kind), anthro / furry, unrealistic anatomy/impossible sexual fantasies (weird at last, weird at last, hallalujia weird at last!)

[RED LIGHTS]

Blood / Gore / Death (Not into that even a little. No means no.), Ageplay (something something wild horses, something something something with a red hot poker), anything against the rules, scat / piss / vomit / etc (eww... I'm totally judgin, sonny), single-word or low-effort roleplay (I'll lose interest quickly), relying exclusively on the animations for loods (Its there to help, not replace, roleplay.)