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Username:

Saffron Jensen-Lefevre

Rank:

Junior Adventurer

 

Groups:

Registered users

Character:

Saffron Hildegarde Jensen-Lefevre

Character Race:

Oo! F-Zero! Let's play that one!

Gender:

Boobular

Location:

Wing-ladying for Cuyler

Profession:

Tailor, Shamaness, Babysitter

Appearance:

At full height, she barely made it up to 4'10". Sometimes, she'd try to factor in the added inches of her fox-ears or the torso-length-plus-six-inches of mega-fluffy tail. Most of the time, their fur was an opalescent white, and highly conspicuous, so it'd have been wrong not to factor them in, right? Nevertheless, she still wasn't technically allowed on most roller coasters. Whether or not she had methods to sneak onto them anyway... well, what people don't know won't hurt them.

Most people rarely got past "short," "cute," and "holy-crap-fox-parts" to get a good look at her, but sometimes, someone would get a decent glance at her face. Bright, copper-red hair stuck out and around in a chin-length mess. She had a heart-shaped face smacked with a pixie's pug nose, dimpled chin, nearly vestigial fangs and rosebud lips, and stapled in place by the scar running across the bridge of her nose. Dark gray eyes were wide and intelligent, but they didn't seem all that clever or alert. "Seem" was they key word.

Even if they did drop their eyes to her Pocket Venus shape, she still had more going on under the hood. Her bone structure made for a bit of a bottom-heavy hourglass shape, but her coat-room of a rack more than compensated. She seemed all soft curves and teddy-bear huggability, but aside from the front-impact airbags, she was a lot firmer and a lot heavier than she looked, jam-packed with dense muscle under that thin layer of ginger-pale cotton flesh.

Saffron played the type of the stocky little redhead well, a firecracker ready to toss some noise and color around the room, and Even then, she had something hiding in the blitz...

Skills:

Saffron is a capable seamstress and fashion designer. She specializes in tailoring clothing to fit augmentations to the humanoid form i.e., wings, tails, non-human ear shapes, extra limbs, etc. She wears her heart as her sleeves as much as on them, borrowing elements from comics/sequential art, cartoons, parkour, sci-fi, and mythology. Many of her design elements have oddly-shaped, yet highly-functional pockets hidden in the seams, sometimes with little trinkets inside. Most of the time she remembers to inform them of this, but more than a few had surprises after putting a seemingly innocuous pair of jeans through the wash.

Saffron's senses are keyed up considerably, in particular her proprioception, touch and hearing. Taking her off-balance requires far more effort than it would ever be worth, and surprising her requires extraordinary levels of initial distraction. Her night vision is decent, if void of color, yet she still tends to navigate by sound first and foremost. She prefers thin-soled shoes when conditions demand that she wear any, in order to pick up on vibrations in the ground. Often, tapping her foot once or twice can give her a perfect layout to her surroundings. Of course, this makes her more prone to overstimulation and anxiety in crowds. Although she has a better sense of smell than she had before, her access to it is average at best, aside from when she's dealing with the supernatural.

When faced with ghosts, spirits, magic and glamour, her sense of smell harkens to the clarity of the fox's nose. If the Smell-o-tron has taken interest, she can discern the nature, duration, strength and general disposition of the magic. This still isn't flawless; good-hearted sorcerors have been known to wield infernal magic for the good of the whole, and a fiend dusted with Powdered Cherub will smell of of a four-headed holy thing, if only dully so.

She has the ability to change the color of the fur on her ears and tail to ones that would better suit her clothing when the fur is dry and well-kept, but this seeming mark of vanity could be a feint to misdirect from more practical, and dangerous, applications.

Save for a friendly or refereed spar and/or the occasional wrangling of friends off their kit, she tends to shy away from combat for its own sake...

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