<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4c/ca/15/4cca15742e0471901f0b7eae01de1f21.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Dafina Forestbreeze (https://dicecloud.com/character/nFvYa6qH5wWZTEAeq/Dafina-Forestbreeze-Fin)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>23/23 -<strong>AC:</strong>12 (17 w/Shield)<strong>Spells:</strong>lv.1 - 4/4  lv.2 - 2/2<strong>SP:</strong>2/3<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>DC 13 INT to discern the disguise<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Cast Disguise Self and spending a sorc point to extend the duration of the spell.<br/><hr/>Had Dafina been a few years younger and a few hundred miles less traveled, a questing tongue in her mouth would be at the very least, welcomed. But despite her wild ways and her free-spirited nature, she had caught the romantic bug from her grandma and found herself desiring something more than the exhilaration of a tryst in the hay. Not that she still didn't partake, on occasion. Yet, when Rayena pulled back and gave her a questing look to gauge her reaction, Breeze grinned cheekily.<strong>"Let's call that one a freebie and have you actually work for the next time you are allowed to slip me the tongue."</strong>Dafina winked.<br/><br/><div align="center">***</div><br/>What followed next was a whirlwind of preparation. Drip and Natasha getting at each other's throats, as usual, and a whole lot of set up for the ruse they were all about to perpetrate in order to extract Rayena and her family from Edgecross.<br/><br/><div align="center">***</div><br/>With the party in full swing, Dafina was dutifully playing her part as Daffy. Her faithful magical tattoo carrying the brunt of her disguise with the artful help of Natasha's disguise kit. Cleverly used to render Dafina's feminine curves and buxom nature into one of a man of an average height and build. The final product was quite the handsome bloke. Even if she did say so herself. So when this pretender Geffray strutted onto the scene, like an incensed peacock, it was all Dafina could do not to straight out laugh into his face. Oh, he was sporting for a fight. That much was obvious. And he was hoping to rile her, or rather, Daffy, into challenging him into one. And it might have worked. If...<em>If</em>Geffray was dealing with another man. But he was not. Dick measuring contests were, naturally, men's sport. So bating Dafina into challenging him into one would hardly work.<br/><br/><strong>"If you are so desperate for a shag, any old bitch would do Geffray. But a magnificent she-wolf as Rayena here deserves something much better than a village lord wannabe. No wonder she held out for so long for a superior mate to come calling."</strong>Dafina buffed her fingernails in a display of nonchalance.<strong>"It's quite pathetic how you gasp breathlessly at her skirts for a whiff of her delectable scent. While I... I was willing to give my very breath of life just so she'll choose me. And she has! So unless you can do better, I suggest you run along to the local whorehouse like the mutt in heat that you are. I've already proven myself to the only one that matters."</strong>Dafina caressed Rayena's cheek with the tips of her fingers, dragging them down her neck. She then turned, pointed at Geffray and mimed him trying to hold his breath, but quickly failing and sucking avid lungfuls of air. The performance ended on her staring down the village lord with calm assurance that conveyed just the right amount of self-confidence and righteousness.<br/><hr/>OOC<br/><br/><br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Profile</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Dafina Forestbreeze<br/><strong>Race:</strong> Air Genasi<br/><strong>Class:</strong> Wild Magic Sorc<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description: (~4)</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Red-head: Need we say more!</li><li>Exotic Allure: Dafina has an exotic magnetism about her that draws people in.</li><li>Windswept: Breeze always looks like she'd been waylaid in the best possible way in the bushes by the side of the road. Or maybe like she was the one doing the waylaying!</li><li>Lush: The girls are always poppin'!</li></ul><br/><strong>Personality: (~3)</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>"Stop apologizing for me!": Dafina doesn't mince words.</li><li>Bulldozer: At first you think she just doesn't know how to read a room. And then you realize, she can! But she does the elephant in a china shop anyways!</li><li>Whimsical: Wild and unpredictable. Chaos incarnate!</li></ul><br/><strong>Background: (~ 5)</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Me nan, a consummate romantic, and a herbalist goes to gather herbs in the woods by the moonlight. Encounters a spirit being. It swallows her whole. She wakes up in the morning in the forest none the worse for wear. Soon enough finds out she's got a bun in the oven. Mum's born nine months after. With apparent air genasi traits.</li><li>Mum, with no romantic bone in her body, but as good an herbalist as nan, already pregnant with me by some rando who split before he could even realize he was a father, goes into the woods to gather herbs by the light of the moon. Doesn't encounter any spirit-y figures. But passes out in the forest none the same. Morning comes and she appears none the worse for wear. Like mother like daughter.</li><li>Nine months or thereabouts I come into the picture. With air genasi traits. Just like mum. And, apparently, grandda.</li><li>I get my magic and with the first few spells I cast, we learn the consequences of mum's lil nap in the woods.</li><li>By the time I was like sixteen mum split, leaving nan to raise me. And if I took one thing from her, aside from the herbalism craft, it was that romantic notion of that one fated companion we each apparently get. Wouldn't it be real neat to meet that person, fall madly and passionately in love. Only, instead of settling down, just go adventuring the world over together. I <strong>am</strong> an air genasi as well after all. It is not in me to put down roots.</li></ul><br/><strong>Sexuality: (~3)</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Topping from the bottom: Who says you can't top from the bottom?!</li><li>Passion's Bright Fury: She will pour every bit of passion into you. Until you can't anymore!</li><li>Let me see you: Wild hearts can be tender too.</li></ul></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Thumbs</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1swQAPBG_kg-Qzg_NthAXxI3tcC4i1Zsb)</div></div>