Working on character writeup, but it's 4:30 AM for me, so saving it for later today.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Hart Miiri (http://www.thetangledweb.net/forums/profiler/view_char.php?cid=71086)</span><br/>CG Human Bard / Totemist<br/><br/>Hart is and has always been cocky. It may have been a fault of his parents, for instilling him with a great deal of pride in himself, or it may have developed on its own through a youth filled with exuberant excitement. Either way, when he grew up, all Hart knew was that he wanted to be the center of attention. After all, he was Bahamut's very own gift to humankind. He traveled the lands, telling tales of great dragons, of not so great dragons, of maidens devoured by dragons... he generally had a central theme in his storytelling, but he also knew a few crowd favorites. After all, eating is generally helpful to one's own survival. In time, on his travels, he learned to embrace the beasts of the land, to wear their skins like a costume, the better to enhance his storytelling. These costumes also helped in the inevitable aftermath of his travels, when his post-storytime sermons on free love and lots of it got him in rather a bit of hot water with fathers, husbands, and elder siblings of girls he found himself inextricably intertwined with, and sometimes wives or mothers of men and boys, as he wasn't too particular on who lay with him.<br/><br/>His own escapades would fill up quite a book of tales were he content to write any of them down. He had actually considered doing so, but thought them so unbelievable that people would take it for fiction. More's the pity, as a number of his comedic tales such as waking beside a housecat when he'd sworn he bedded the maid, or seducing a nymph only to find her actually to have been his own drunken reflection in a roadside pond... well perhaps these were best left to the taverns and red lantern districts where such tales earned him a silver rather than humiliation. Ever in good spirits though, Hart continues travelling, his own brand of humor and entire lack of fashion sense his constant companion. After all, you shouldn't take life too seriously. No one gets out alive. (Excepting gods, and if we have to make that distinction it's going to be a very long journey.)<br/><br/><strong>Character Relationships:</strong><em>And distressing lack of relations</em><br/><br/><strong>Chi:</strong>Hart met Chi when she was wandering about nude. He thought that this might improve his chances, as she was already naked and therefore primed for fun, right? Alas, she was having a disagreement. This however proved a vital opportunity for him to come to her aid, and in doing so earn her favor! His quick thinking and fast talking saved the day, and further intercessions on her behalf proved to aid her, if not aid him with certain problems that proximity to a naked cat-girl incurred. She invited him to a "grove" of some sort, though he got the distinct impression this wasn't an offer in the tune of 'come by and see me some time', and more like 'mi casa es su casa'. More's the pity, he went home alone yet again, and frustrated. Of all the people, you'd think the naked cat-girl would be uninhibited and open to a little free love.