• Drinking
• Smoking
• Fucking
• Showing off
• Joinery and woodworking
• Gambling
• Women

• Formality
• Debt
• Nervous nancies
• Bugs

• She plays the harmonica.
• She has a mighty appreciation for a fine hat.
• She dabbles in poetry, but she's not very good.

• She's buff with a masculine build: give her broad shoulders and large arms.
• Her tail is furred.
• Keeps shirt unbuttoned to show off her mane.

Wynn is very lackadasical; very few things worry her, and she rarely  considers consequences. She knows she's the brawn, not the brains, and  doesn't put much effort into thinking things through. That isn't to say  she's dumb--she's not--she just doesn't try. She's crass, vulgar, and  utterly lacking in respect or manners for anyone. She is also hopelessly  flirty; she becomes enamored with any pretty girl she meets. It's only  Francine who puts her in her place.

On Her Own

Wynn's here for a good time, not a long time.

She is, at heart, a country girl, who got raised on a big farm with lots  of brothers and sisters and aunts and cousins, but she took to the city  like a fish to water. The farm made her strong, and her strength made  her employable. She worked to drink and she worked to flirt. She was a  frequent guest to all the clubs and brothels in town, charming every  lady who threw a coy smile her way. She continued on like this for  years, until the day she caught a glimpse of her long lost cousin.

Wynn isn't haunted by much, but the afternoon that never leaves her was  the day that she was left in charge of her cousin, Wrenn. She was young,  impatient, and irritable; she didn't want to be saddled by a useless  baby cousin on such a beautiful day, so she left Wrenn by a pond. Told  her to stay and wait, until she came back. But when Wynn came back,  Wrenn was gone. Fast forward a decade or so, and here Wrenn was, a  proper lady riding a carriage. Wynn chased her down and discovered she'd  been kidnapped and taken in by the local baron as his daughter, a  pretty little songbird, but she was more than sick of his golden cage,  and already had a plan to escape. She helped her get out of there, and  Wrenn abandoned her old self fully, becoming Percival. But there was to  be no homecoming for either of them: the farm their family once shared  was abandoned.

On the Road

Now, they've been set adrift, searching for their lost family. Never  anywhere long enough to get real jobs, they settle for odd work and con  jobs, grifting as much as they need to squeak by. Eventually, while on  the run from a particularly dangerous person they double crossed, they  target Francine's manor for her next score. Percy only has eyes for the  prize, but Wynn dallies, finding herself charmed by the lady of the  house.