<div align="center">~Laly the Ever Enthusiastic Squirrel~</div><br/><br/><br/>She's read too many books, heard too many stories, a squirrel with her head up a tree. The young adventuress Laly Lellwitz is determined to find fame and fortune in a world gone slightly mad. With dreams of arcane artifacts and horny heroes dancing in her head Laly has decided to set out to make a name for herself in the world of Havoc; a name she will forge in her own eccentric way. Boisterous and eager Laly is a squirrel that knows what she wants and how to get it; she will stop at nothing to achieve her goals.<br/><br/>Having lived all 19 years of her life, thus far, in a secluded farming town she knows little about the realities of the world. With only her books to go on she approaches the concept of taking on an adventurers life with as much gusto as the heroes portrayed in her literature. Trying, all to hard, to look the part the feisty squirrel straps two sabers to her hips and dons an eye-patch, despite fully functional sight in both. With a satchel of potions (most just colored water) and assorted magic looking (most entirely mundane) goods strapped to her back Laly confidently sets off towards the capitol.<br/><br/>What Laly does know, however is that in the world of Havoc sex is power, sex is money and sex is fame. Thankfully for her erotic indulgence is one area in which she excels. As a young nymphite carnal acts simply come naturally to her approaching the entire concept with rabid enthusiasm; and in a world as lecherous as Havoc it proves to be a highly demanded personality quirk.<br/><br/>So armed to her two front teeth with enthusiasm, curiosity and an epic libido she put two paws on the dirt trail and started walking. An hour passed, then two and her as yet uneventful trip was already starting to wear on what minuscule patience she had. Curiosity bested her judgement the squirrel starting to take detours, the scenic route as her father would have called it. Laly followed one path she knew would lead to a moderate sized town, a good distraction before the main event of the capitol itself.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before this new route took the squirrel past a grassy field in full summer blood, the scent of grass and flower tickling her sensitive twitching nose. Something in the distance glinted and yet again something shiny bested something not. Veering into the empty grassland Laly came upon a pod; a silvered capsule the likes of which she'd never seen before. Now curiosity may have killed the cat but certainly those of squirrel blood would be fine! Eying what appeared to be a button the squirrel swiftly pushed it not entirely thinking but taking a swift hop back, you know, for safety's sake.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i1229.photobucket.com/albums/ee461/lunareyes1/Scarlet_by_jollyjack-1-1.jpg)</div>