Even on a man, these features would look a little more than you could call "chiselled". Your face isn't exactly unattractive, it's just harsh.

You've just got these kinds of features. Good looking? Sure, but anyone can look good. Doesn't mean that they look as masculine as you.

It's your beauty that's exceptional, not that you're exceptionally beautiful. Maybe some people would say it looks otherworldly, even alien. Too symmetrical, or the shape of your eyes and mouth... or just, something.

There's something about how you look that's somehow female. Not something you've chosen, just the way you were born. Subtle cues in the shape of your face and the cut of your body.

[This is to do with your physical form, not your gender choices -- although it can complement the latter, if you want.]

Is having almost no boobs a bad thing? Probably not. Suits you just fine, in fact.

[This will remove your chest binder as well -- you won't need it any more.]

It doesn't matter how much you eat. You've got this hollow look about you. It's not necessarily a bad thing, but you've noticed people often look at you like they want to offer you a sandwich.

People can hear you coming, and no mistake.

You were born this way -- eyes two completely different colours. It's a mutation, but a natural one. Not the kind of thing Tower will murder you for.

You're not just tall. Not just a little over average. You tower over people. Even people who might consider themselves tall.

It's normal from the front. Even attractively slim. But from the side? It's like a fucking sail.

You can't deny it: yours is the kind of face only a mother could love. You don't look *terrible*. Just slightly off. The wrong combination of the wrong features.

[You'll lose one point or two points of charisma, but there are advantages.]

Yeah, they're almost big enough for you to think about having them reduced. Not that this a bad thing, necessarily. Sure, there might be such a thing as too big, but not when they're so perfectly proportioned.

You flit over the ground, almost totally silent when you want to be. No old floorboard's going to creak for you, despite your size.

You're tall, sure. Tall for a female body, anyway. But that's not really it. It's something about your figure, legs, waist, hips... but much more importantly, it's just how you carry yourself. It's not even learned. It's how you've always moved.

They're not unnaturally long, just abnormally long. Long and elegant.

It's not freakishly long -- you're not an alien or a mutant. At least not in that way. It's just long and slender. Elegant, and you know instinctively how to hold it. Like a model.

You're just an outlier on the normal curve with this thing. Someone might notice if they're getting intimate with you, but not otherwise.

There's something about how you look that's somehow male. Not something you've chosen, just the way you were born. Subtle cues in the shape of your face and the cut of your body.

[This is to do with your physical form, not your gender choices -- although it can complement the latter, if you want.]

Boyish? Some people might say that. Some might call it feminine, in a slender kind of way.

It's not only the size that counts.

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You barely notice it yourself, if at all, unless you're feeling tired or worn out. Other people seem to notice it straight away, but it doesn't affect you. You were just born slightly skewed, you guess. Either that or an old break you can't even remember.

Tiny? Not quite. And small doesn't mean weak. Narrow shoulders. Maybe able to get away with stuff that someone larger couldn't manage.

This isn't genetic. It's the result of one too many fights.

You've got the face that would never normally be considered beautiful, and yet it is. Fascinating, even awkward to look at, but people look nonetheless, and for the right reasons.

Ice, snow, thin ledges -- you always know where to put your feet.

You're not just small, you're minute. Some might call you a midget. You're not a hair over five feet, whatever.

They're saggy and not well proportioned. Nothing to do with getting older.

It's the thing that people notice before anything else, when they see your face.

Big, meaty lunchhooks. That's what you've got.

It's just how you're built: all curves, at least around that part of your body.

It doesn't even matter if you don't train -- you've just got one of those bodies. Broad shoulders, thick limbs. A thicker chest. And if you do train? Then yeah, that's quite something.

[You might be able to get this later through training.]

Learning seems to come easily to you... or maybe that's not it. Maybe you simply enjoy it, and that makes you study harder.

You might want sex, and if you do, you know what you like. You might experience love too -- just not of the romantic type. And intimate relationships? Maybe, if you can find someone who doesn't need romance to go along with that.

Maybe you started out this way, or maybe you've only really realised it of late. But you care much more about your size and associated look than you do about strength... or maybe anything else.

[Gain this quirk. No going back.]

A temple to fitness. A temple to survival. A temple to yourself. It's not an obsession -- it's good sense. Even with modern medical science, you're never going to get another.

It's the other way around for you. Business takes you out of the city, but it's the city where you belong.

Maybe the gutter doesn't suit you as much as you thought. Maybe it never did, or your ideas are changing. Either way, you feel like you belong up there now. In the PZs. In the five star hotels.

There's no point you playing with something like this. Your hand-eye coordination is just bad, and that's all there is to it.

[You'll gain a quirk and hide this card for good. Why pick a seemingly negative quirk? Primarily *role playing*, but you never know if there are hidden benefits, especially when it comes to NPC interactions.]

Cinci and its environs play host to all manner of freaks and weirdos -- people who've made themselves that way even more than people born with it. But then there's the real freakshow. Those with tortured and twisted flesh who wear it proudly. Who revel in it. Or those who barely come across as human in the first place. And you've been thinking about the few of them you know. Thinking about what you want to do with them. Or to them.

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You're an outdoor type. Doesn't necessarily mean that you hate the city or built up areas, but you're happier out in the open. Even though your real domain is the tall tower and the hotels with the club sandwiches, time in the wild is still time well spent. When you're in the city, the slums are for you and the slumcity shuffle is your life, but you prefer the outdoors overall. There's no contradiction there, at least not for you.

Yeah, sex is easy, if that's all you want. But it's not all you want. You *need* romance in your life. That might be finding that one special person. It might mean being a serial monogamist. It might be anything in between. But you need it.

You've always thought of yourself as a slums dweller. Someone who belongs down here in the gutter, with the trash and the hookers and the homeless. That this is your world. But more recently, you've found yourself developing a taste for the finer things in life...

You've barely touched anything for the time you've been in the city. Choice, or just a certain dearth of supply?

Hot weather and lots of sun are definitely your thing.

You're not necessarily saying that you love the *cold*, but cooler weather is definitely for you.

You just fucking hate it. Simple as. Anything up there. It just feels wrong.

[You'll still be able to do it, if you want. It just won't be pleasant.]

It's an erogenous zone, isn't it? It's perfectly natural to want this. To like it. The only reason people don't is weird hang-ups, and you don't have those. Not about this.

Just because you prefer getting off by yourself doesn't mean you don't like it with a partner too. But sometimes you think you should fap more and fuck less.

Do bald girls do it for you? Or are your bald conquests so far just a coincidence?

There's just something about it -- smooth, straight, perfectly proportioned.

There's just something about it -- long and sleek, smooth, inner lips nestled perfectly in between the outer.

It's not as far down the rabbit hole of nastiness that is some porn, but it's still down there. And you love it anyway. Or maybe the nastiness is what you love about it? But make no mistake: even if a session isn't filmed, bukkake itself exists because of porn. You can't take the fish out of the sea it swims in.

Honestly, it disgusts you, for whatever reason. You have to come into contact with it, sure. Maybe you even enjoy sucking dick -- just not the result.

Your mind and body are aligned -- you love the taste, the smell, the feel of it, what it *is*.

It's not as far down the rabbit hole of nastiness that is some porn, but it's still down there. And you love it anyway. Or maybe the nastiness is what you love about it? But make no mistake: even if a session isn't filmed, bukkake itself exists because of porn. You can't take the fish out of the sea it swims in.

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You've been getting naked in public, or semi-public. And maybe doing more than that. Does shit just happen or is there a reason for this.

You've experienced this enough times -- an erect cock being thrust into your mouth, and then your throat. SensX or real life -- it's much the same. It's violent, most likely. Maybe even vicious. You choke, you gag. You gasp for air, when they let you. And yeah, it seems to keep happening... so is this your thing?

It's not exactly weird to have a foot fetish, but it's different for you... because other people's feet are different. They're an unknown thing. Does that mean anything to you? Anything... extra?

They're not just big, they're *big*.

The inner ones -- they're so big you could almost tie a knot with them.

You cum buckets. That's all there is to it.

It's just how they've always been, you guess. No chance of getting them pierced, but otherwise, they're normal for you.

They're not a mutation, but they almost look like they should be.

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Love comes and goes, but boning remains forever. You don't ever want to be without it.

It's not tiny, but it's definitely small. Little balls as well, which retract more than easily.

When you get turned on, it's not a trickle. It's a flood.

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It doesn't matter how much you hydrate, your semen's almost like paste when it comes out.

Two little nubs. They're barely even there. No real areola. But they get so *hard*.

No two ways about it -- it's not pleasing to look at. It's not the size that's the problem. It's just shaped all wrong. Lumpy. Veiny in the wrong places.

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Do you care that your cock is a piece of perfection? Long, straight and perfectly proportioned? Well, doesn't matter if you care or not. It's what you were born with.