Name: BlushNicknames: Blushie, Pinkie
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: Psychomorph ~ Feline/Canine Hybrid
Orientation: Bisexual
Narcotic: Similar to Ecstasy ~ Causes a progressively more intense feeling, escalating with prolonged contact with fluids, of everything being very plush and soft, even causes pain to become a delightful feeling. This can, of course, be quite dangerous for obvious reasons.
Caretaker: Sergeant Alan Rigwald ~ Fully human, actual age of about 42, but too fit to really tell. A bit pompous, rude and over-confident. He has spent over a decade in the military however, and specializes in Close Quarters Combat. Practiced in Martial Arts of varying styles in his free time, but is also the one you can count on to bring a big, custom-designed, shotgun and all the ammo in the world for it. He is forceful, even with poor Blush who becomes surprisingly docile around him. He uses her for his own benefits and satisfaction, loving to keep that feel-good vibe running through his veins almost constantly, forcing his tongue down her throat as needed to keep his rush going. Because of this, his martial skill is that much more deadly, the usual pain from taking a beating being replaced with pleasure and enjoyment, intoxicated by a good fight in the most literal sense. (Possibly more as story develops)
Physical Description:
~Height: 5’8”
~Weight: 152 lbs
~Body Type: Fairly lean and rather flat-chested.
~Bust: 30B
~Hair: Technically pink, and often worn in a ponytail because she likes to keep it long. Not that she gets much of a chance to get it cut due to her restrictive caretaker, but she's satisfied by it, having taken the liberty to put in white highlights for her long bangs.
~Eyes: Crimson and surprisingly human, the only part of her that does not appear anthro.
~Ears: Very feline in size and shape, comparative to her form, and pearly white.
~Tail: Big and fluffy, obviously canine. Interestingly enough, layered in white and pink naturally.
~Internal Flesh: Hot Pink, almost Neon.
~Fluid Flavor: Pink Lemonade
~Fur/Markings: Soft white fur all across her body, generally kept very short, to the point it is occasionally misconstrued as odd white skin. The exception, however, is that she lets the fur at her knees on down grow out to help with her raver lifestyle and image, as she often goes out in no clothing at all, preferring the confidence of her bare form as well as ease of access and comfort during her pleasure highs where she will rub up against whatever is closest. She has a small ribbon tied around her knees as a sort of cut off point for the long hair, shaving everything above the ribbons short and letting all below grow nice and long. However, it is all quite natural. She also proudly shows off the pink paw-rint tattoo on her stomach, not far from her bellybutton.
~Clothing: Blush generally does not wear clothing, preferring just her fur as mentioned above. However, she is almost always seen with her favorite pair of headphones on her head. They were designed for human use, but her canine hearing and the loud volumes she would often rave to, no matter her location, were still very audible, in spite of not actually being warn over her ears. This allows her to hear what is going on around her while still having the steady thump of her music pounding against her head and soaking into her sensitive ears.
Note: When she chooses or is forced to wear clothing, she wears varying shades of pink, generally to help cover up her nearly unceasing blush.
These Things Make My World Go Round (Likes):
> High Intensity Music
> Raves (The Atmosphere and Company)
> Glow Sticks
> Anything Innately Soft
> Dancing
These Are The Things Bad Trips Are Made Of (Dislikes):
> Being Without Her Headphones
> Alan Rigwald
> Slow Music/Dancing
> Violence
> Overly Quiet Types
And This s**t Just Freaks Me Out (Fears):
> Small Spaces
> Monochromatic Themes
> Authority of Any Kind
> Hostility
> Being Disliked/Unaccepted
About Me: Blush is most often seen around town without the company of her caretaker, in spite of it being something of a legal mandate. She is an exception, however. Alan learned early on about a resistance she seemed to have to her own drug so long as she was listening to loud, party-esk, music. Because of this, he bought her a special pair of headphones with an exceedingly long-term rechargeable battery. The rave music she's almost always got blaring in her ears, and her active dancing to it, keeps her mind focused on that, therefore keeping her from succumbing too terribly to her own drug as well as keeping her from going nuts and wanting to give her special open-mouthed kiss to whomever she meets.
However, just because she is seen out and about in public without her caretaker does not mean that he is okay with it. She often runs away from home while Alan is high off her drug, usually able to keep himself amused on his own at that point. She knows better than to stay out too long though, as she has been caught a time or two while he was off his high and beaten rather savagely for it, to the point of near-death. Alan's high status, shining military record, and loyal service, keep him from getting in trouble for this abuse and also works in Blush's favor as to her free-roaming. Though he does not like that she runs away so much, Alan claims to be okay with it to cover for her so she does not get taken away from him or locked up, somewhat addicted to the sate she offers for him.
Because of her drug, she can be found rubbing up on just about anything and just about anyone. When the need arises, she can't fight the urge, like an itch in need of scratching, often coupled with some soft moaning at the enjoyment and a deeper than usual blush, but it soon passes so long as her music continues.
Due to her cognizant nature, however, she knows of the potential of her drug, the effect it can have on people, so she wields her kisses with full awareness while under the influence of her headphones. Because of this awareness, she is often seen blushing, but it is merely a more intense blush, when kissing, as her dancing, rubbing on things/people, and her public moaning, tends to keep her body quite reddened as it is. However, she has a conscience and tries not to force these kisses upon others. Or... to share her 'gift' as it were, keeping it to herself so long as she remains aware. She tries to keep her headphones close, quite liking her sanity, remembering the days where she was little more than a wild half-breed mutt-kitten, wanting to have very active and intense interactions with others around every turn, no matter the innocence or perversion behind it.
History: (Will Fill Out Later)
