#pc sheet

Species: Fox Girl

Body Size: Small

Personality: Cunning, Survivalist

Occupation: Student, Masseuse

Interests: Money, Safety, Treasures

All Dee ever knew was the walls of the orphanage. She didn't know how she ended up there, where she came from, or anything beyond her fairly sheltered childhood.

Then... One day, she knew more than she should. A language she never had the chance to learn, places that she isn't sure existed, and knowledge of the town beyond anything an average townie would know, no less a child who hasn't interacted with said town yet.

Memories? Perhaps... It was as if the life of another girl got crammed into her head. A girl who played a game that resembled her town too much...

The awareness became vigilance, the foresight meant doing whatever she could to survive, no, THRIVE in this town. She had no plans to be used or abused by the people and wanted so much more in life.

"I need the teachers on my side." Dee knew she was smaller than most. She's at a disadvantage, and she needs the teachers to be willing to save her at school. She worked her ass off to be an ideal student and to never upset a teacher too much.

"I need the students to like me." The more she's bullied, the less safe she is. So, she made sure to dedicate a good portion of her time to being loved by her peers until they aspired to be seen with her.

"I need a good reputation in town." From being a socialite, business, combat, modeling... More and more. She needed that reputation. People need to think she's hot shit and leave her alone.

"I need a backup if all else fails..." Thus a chastity belt with an anal shield. She can always take it off if there is someone she wants to fuck, but she can't get back her virginity if someone takes it forcefully. She also tries her best to collect pepper sprays.

She's currently wondering if going to jail is worth getting another spray can.

@/myuminji

@/bweoo

@/digenerate-trash

Species: Cat Girl

Body Size: Large

Personality: Kind, Feisty

Occupation: Student, ???

Interests: Dancing, Reading, Fellow Orphans

There are many things to learn in this town. The first and most important lesson Jas learned was:

She was powerless.

An orphan. No status, backing, support, or money. What she has is her body, a pretty face, and a will made of silk. Bendable, but hard to break.

She had nothing.

So what? She had too many things she wanted to concentrate on that.

Robin, her fellow orphans, they are her family. The only family she could have. She has been beaten down, used, and abused. So if she has a say in it, she was not going to let what's HERS suffer the same.

She works all sorts of odd jobs to make ends meet, then works some more to have enough money to build a kitchen in the loft, the build a spring in the garden, to make the pepper lab. She has been told that she's wasting her money, but she couldn't disagree more.

"It's not a waste of money... I might want nothing more than to get out of this shitty place, but I care about my brothers and sisters. I will do what I can to protect them. And if I can't protect them personally, then at least I want to protect their hope and small joys."

You can really find Jas just about anywhere in town. The cafe? She's the famous chef there! Her cream buns are to die for- You need a massage? She's known for her skillful hands at the massage parlor. Want to pick up something from the mall? Here's a magazine with her in it! The farm? Hello, vistor! Take a good look around while Jas goes... To milk the cows. Fell in the sewage? She's just passing by! Oh, be careful of going deeper into the sewage, sweetie! Dance class? Please, she's like a second teacher there.

She's a delinquent in title, but you'll never see her bully someone that didn't deserve it. If someone messes with her, she will punch them. If people bully another kid, she will step in. If someone needs a kiss to avoid being further bullied?

...

PUCKER UP, SWEETIE. She'll kiss you and knock out those assholes!

@/myuminji

Jas and Wren @/bweoo

@/digenerate-trash

Species: Demon Cow Boy

Body Size: Tiny

Personality: Submissive, Insecure

Occupation: Student, Prostitute

Interests: Feminine things, Sex, Stealing

Maeve was usually happiest when wrapped in someone's arms, whether with them inside him or him inside them. It's in those moments he's warm. He feels loved by the sweet words and delighted caresses.

Being as small as he is and as odd as he is... His life has been a struggle. He learned not to fight back long ago since everything always hurt more when he did.

But it doesn't matter what he does. Nothing ever matters. He always gets hurt.

He keeps his head down, he does sex work to pay off Bailey, he does his best in school to keep the teachers on his side, and he just lets his body be used whenever someone grabs him on the streets. He's a good boy... No, a good girl. Praise him, be sweet to him, love him-

He just wants... To be wanted. So bad. He's a meek thing, scared to ask too much, but wanting everything you can offer. He's only ever confident in sex. If you want him as a fuck buddy, he can be so aggressive in fucking you both mindless. Don't worry, you're in good hands. As a friend, however? He looks to all your acts of kindness like you hung the moon. He's so scared of this... Good thing. He would be timid in approaching you, but he would DIE for you if you're willing to keep him by your side.

He only does his best to hide his gender at school. He likes being a cute little girl. His appearance and weak will are all more acceptable when he's a girl... He can't stand hearing the words "be a man," he's less than 5 feet tall! He will never be a tough man! Leave him alone!

However, at the brothel, he shines. No one really cares as long as they have a warm hole. Some people even enjoy his secret and get more excited by it. He feels confident in his own skin. When the most depraved desires are out, who cares if he likes to dress like a girl? He's everything they want. He's everything he needs to be.

@/myuminji

Maeve with Clove @/digenerate-trash

Species: Angel Harpy

Body Size: Average

Personality: Hardworking, Moral

Occupation: Student, Office Worker

Interests: Singing, Coffee, Virtue

Celeste was thought to be nonverbal when she arrived at the orphanage. For years, she didn't speak. Barely reacting at all to people.

She would clean up after others, she would pray, she did little gestures to herself that no one understood. The most guaranteed way to get her attention or find her was to have a cup of coffee on hand. Multiple times, as a child, she'd follow Bailey around if he had a cup of coffee. She didn't like Bailey, but the smell of coffee soothed her.

Then, she hummed a song to a crying kid one day, softly singing a few lines till they calmed down.

Celeste could speak, and sometimes would go on tangents if properly motivated. However, she prefers not to talk if she doesn't have to. She also goes completely mute whenever she's overwhelmed, but the safer she feels with someone or the more comfortable, the more willing she is to speak to them.

Celeste is an odd girl. Many people don't even feel like she's real, from her seeming more like a ghost due to her detachment to others, or something just otherworldly with her nonhuman eyes and strange aura.

It's nothing like that. She's just incredibly socially inept.

One of the first things she did with her money was buy hair dye. From a light blonde hair, she dyed it white. She never explained why, just that it's, "White... Like snow." She always looked lost as she said that, eyes faraway and unbearably sad.

She's devoted to her beliefs and strives to make it through this town without being dirtied.

She is surprisingly vicious. She holds so much anger and malice within her from the injustices of the town. She craves vengeance, she wants Leighton to burn for his sins on the students, she wants Bailey to drown in his sins he acted upon the orphans, she wants the town to feel the fear of God for their lust filled violence. She wants to make them all pay.

And if no one will make them face judgment, then she will do it herself.

@/myuminji

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