<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/63f5/f/2013/150/8/0/war_jess_colors_smaller_by_stacyraven-d675288.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Additional images (NSFW)</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b3/97/2b/b3972be3d1b07a8dfd9298ec26fb06b1.jpg)(https://img00.deviantart.net/4c46/i/2014/212/c/b/jungle_girl___11__by_rodel_martin_by_vmiferrari-d7t5qvm.jpg)<br/>(https://78.media.tumblr.com/acf87c32c67d6d94383b999e54401e6a/tumblr_nabhw8gtau1snv887o5_1280.jpg)(https://78.media.tumblr.com/ea9c98760aba6bc8bc0c2ee15e9b89c8/tumblr_nabhw8gtau1snv887o6_1280.jpg)(https://78.media.tumblr.com/10458a056ea11c15a16ecc9bf0294c6f/tumblr_nabhw8gtau1snv887o8_1280.jpg)</div></div></div></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Stacie Anne Bloodglut</span></span><br/>Level 1 Human Barbarian (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1481525)</div><br/><strong>Description:</strong>Stacie is a whole lot of woman.  Standing 6'3 and blessed with all the curves a woman could ever want, she takes up a lot of space and the majority of the space she inhabits consists of bare, velvety skin and soft, inviting cushion.  Her waist is slender, her stomach firm and faintly muscled, and her legs are towering trees of well-toned, well-turned strength with surprisingly dainty ankles.  Her hips are the definition of child-bearing, and her ass is a plump treat barely covered by her minuscule chain mail bikini bottoms.  The perfect counterbalance to all the junk in her trunk are the large, high breasts that nearly spill from the tiny mail halter top that manages to cover her nipples only by some miracle of design or magical intervention.  Her face is strikingly pretty, with huge, guileless sky blue eyes - fringed by impossibly thick, dark lashes - that gaze out on the world around her with the vapid wonder of someone who doesn't understand 90% of what they're seeing, but finds it all fascinating.  Her full, pouty lips are naturally candy pink and frequently curled into a sweet smile capable of lighting up a room or warming the iciest heart.  Her pretty face - complete with a sprinkling of cinnamon freckles across the bridge of her pert nose - is surrounded by thick, lustrous, fluffy blonde hair that always seems to always fall in the most flattering arrangement and catch the light to dazzling effect.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Stacie is a clumsy, ditzy, excitable, friendly, short tempered girl who has never spent any time in an urban setting before.  If there's something breakable at hand, chances are she will knock it off of whatever it's sitting on with her ass, her weapon, or a careless hand gesture.  Either that, or she'll pick it up out of curiosity and either drop it, grip it too hard or just bust any mechanism it might employ trying to work it.  She never does these things on purpose and is always genuine in her regret and apology, but this doesn't stop her from doing it again ten minutes later without even thinking.  Much, if not all, of what Stacie does is without thought, in fact.  She finds maths confusing, using her fingers and toes to do even the simplest calculations, and her grasp of complex concepts is abysmal.  She often feigns understanding by nodding and smiling, though she isn't embarrassed to ask to have things explained more slowly, if necessary.  She is always eager to make new friends, but if someone crosses her, people she cares about or those she considers worthy of protection, she quite easily loses her temper.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Stacie was born to a nomadic tribe that roamed the grasslands and raised horses and oxen to trade with urban dwellers.  They were well-known for their superior horseflesh and skill at training the large, hearty beasts so favored by the military and city guards.  The creatures were excellent in battle, and yet nimble enough to manage even excessively rocky terrain without much difficulty.<br/><br/>They were a peaceful tribe, rarely having trouble with others due to their advantages in mounted combat and their noted skill with, albeit primitive, weaponry and battle tactics.  However, as is often the case, the leader of a city with whom they often traded decided he was tired of bargaining with 'savages' for his horses.  So, he sent a regiment of the city militia to 'renegotiate' their terms.  In other words, they wanted to take the tribe as slaves and force them to breed and train horses full time, rather than being forced to wait until the tribe's wanderings brought them close enough to the city once a year.<br/><br/>Stacie's tribe managed to handily fight them off and they prepared to travel, deciding to change their pattern to avoid the city from then on.  However, as they were preparing to leave, a larger group of the city's men arrived with more advanced weaponry and mounted on the tribe's own breeding stock.  This time, due to being unprepared, outnumbered and outgunned, the tribe was overwhelmed.  Many were slaughtered, more were captured and only a few managed to flee...including Stacie.  Now, she plans to train herself to be stronger and more skilled at battle, then return to free her people from the tyrant's grasp.<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Stacie is a very friendly girl with a healthy sexual appetite.  She doesn't concern herself over the bits attached to her partner, their race or even, it's rumored, their species.  As long as everything is consensual and pleasurable, she's down to party!