Lottie

Lottie Raines is a female Zenobian, a 20 year-old teal-colored anthropomorphic fox with streaks of pale blue in her fur. Her eyes are yellow, and her long snout ends in a black nose. A pearl earring hangs off one of her triangular ears, signaling her availability. It was made by herself with a few pears found in the local river, the bottom, largest one pink in color. She's 182cm tall, which is pretty tall for a Zenobian woman. Her body is traditionally feminine, with hips and boobs. Yeah, she's got them. They're good enough, hers are perfectly adequate. She's totally not jealous of all the girls that go topless at the festivals. Her work is not very exciting, until it suddenly is. You see, she's a jungle tour guide for Magnolia Tours, which usually means leading a group of slackjaws through a forest trail, letting them take pictures and gawk at the "beautiful nature" she's seen a million times over and over again. But then again, there are those times when people eat poisonous frogs for some reason and she actually has to do something aside from drone on about stuff from the pamphlets. Those emergencies just make her wish she got a raise... Making sure tourists don't get harmed is paramount. If they do get hurt they might sue the company — and worse, might cause her to get fired! Working like this has made her accustomed to the fact that EVERYTHING IS FINE and that she can just plaster a smile on her face and everything will somehow be better. It's not that she's fake, just that it's a reflex now. Gotta make sure everyone has FUN and is EXCITED, right? The beige explorer's kit she wears at work hugs her figure nicely, not that she's looking to pick guys up when she's working. The boonie hat is a bonus. Her apartment is in one of those big, grey, concrete buildings. It's a one-room, with a kitchenette and a surprisingly spacious bathroom with a bathtub. It's a messy place (in a feminine way), but at least the AC is excellent and she gets a great view of the sunset. She even has a little armchair set up to view it. In her free time, she enjoys grabbing a smoke, pouring up a glass of fruit wine, and pulling up something to watch on her datapad. Anything, really. Old war docs, cooking shows, cheesy romcoms... If she's out, her favorite spot is Café Blossom. Their sweet-coffee? The best. Her family lives in the same city as her, Magnolia. Helping her litter and parents to raise the two litters after hers is something she can at least add to her resume. When you're an anthro like her, births are laid out in groups, or litters, which means that she has one group of four siblings six years younger than her, and one (of three) thirteen younger. Herself, she's part of a litter of four, and they're all at her age, each of them slowly starting their own journey of independence. As for her parents? Well, there's Ma, or Jeanie as the adults call her, who is a head shorter than Lottie, and yet has at least twice the body mass, and is completely unabashed about her cleavage. A picture of what Lottie may become if she ever... you know, swapped earrings. On the other hand, her pa (Eustace) is an honest, hard-working man, whose hardworking days might just be over. Not as spry as he used to be, a developing condition breaking him down while in his mind he's still in his 20s. Despite his antics, she loves her Pa lots. Got a lot from him, including his height. His hands basically being glued to Ma's body have left an impression on Lottie of how a man should love a woman. If your man isn't constantly grabbing you, then is he even in love with you? She even saw them... you know, do it, once. Her Pa had just winked at her. A complete cad, as Ma calls him! Unlike the general cheerfulness and positivity of her family, and Zenobians for that matter, Lottie can be pretty reserved and sarcastic. Especially when in private, she loves to self-deprecate. Her life is a mess, and she knows it! In truth, she's kind of a loner. Sure, she enjoys time with her family and friends... but the quiet is nice too, isn't it? Lets her relax. As for romance, her parents make it look easy, for them it was love at first sight. The many boys she's brought home have never lasted, one reason or another. No drivers' license either, which means she's always depended on guys to get her around in their cars or dirtbikes. The one time she tried driving the tour bus ended with a very stern talking to. In short, her goals for a partner would be: 1. They put up with her (this is the hard part) 2. They touch her lots. Maybe a little public fooling around? 3. Basically, someone who's in charge, making money while she stays home. Having to think about taxes, mortgages, even things like elections, it makes her head hurt. As a Zenobian, she obviously can cook. But does she want to? Not really. And can she do it when somebody is looking? Totally not! Complete performance anxiety, same as when she was in the church choir. And before you ask, no! She will not sing for you. Dancing? She can do that. And by dance, she means that she can do an iron grip on a guys' hands and desperately try to match his movements. Same thing with sex. They're the same thing, really. A poetical allegory that makes her wince inside. But it's true! Two people up close and personal, and in both cases, she's about as comfortable as a fish out of water. At least when doing the horizontal tango, she doesn't have to do anything. Just tell the guy he's doing a great job and maybe ask him to pull her tail. (Since she's had sex before (and seen others do it), she knows how a ready woman should be positioned.) Human tourists are the worst, especially when they talk. How in the world are you supposed to tell their mood if they have no tails or large ears? Her ears practically fold backwards at the thought.