Alice

Name: Alice Wrightward Species: Ursimimi (human with bear features, otherwise known as a Bear Demi-human.) Sex: Female Age: 24 Nationality: Anglo Saxon (Generic Fantasy Setting equivalent)

Origins: Dunham, a small farming and mining village at the foot of a forested mountain range.

Backstory & Lore: She was left in the town square in nothing but a basket and cloth wrapping. Originally she was quite small for a bear demi-human baby, but had a very intense growth spurt. The local human blacksmith, Garrick, had took her in out of pity, and raised her with a strong sense of values, (mostly) good work ethic, but also spoiled her quite a bit whenever he could afford it despite being gruff. He's often times thrown off by her personality as she's the polar opposite to him, despite his efforts to toughen her up more. She isn't aware that he's prepared a weapon, travelling gear, and attire for the adventurer's life as a coming of age gift. He's aware of just how badly Alice wishes to be an adventurer.

Languages: Common Tongue, rural and rustic in accent, dropping her Gs and Hs occasionally, and stumbling over bigger words. Examples: "I dunno what yer' on about." "Reckon that'll hold." "Hush now, don't be daft." Voice: Warm and husky, with a laugh that's usually light and girlish, but turns loud and booming when she's truly excited.

Occupation: Village blacksmith (Trade taught by her adoptive human father), aspiring adventurer. As a blacksmith, she is more used to making things such as tools, nails, horseshoes, and so on, but has more recently started to forge weapons and such.

Sexuality: Demisexual Bedroom preferences: Powerbottom, though not out of any drive for control, mostly out of excitement and enthusiasm, completely unaware of her own strength and size in the moment. Relationship: Single.

Height: 201cm

Build: Amazonian and powerfully muscled, like a powerlifter without the gut. Sturdy, defined waist with visible abs, thick powerful thighs, a wide, heavy rear, and huge, heavy tits to match. Despite the definition, she carries a soft, huggable quality, but if one was to grab her properly, they can feel tense and sinewy muscles beneath the softness.

Her ass is heart shaped and has a nice long-lasting wobble to it with her every heavy step, as do her thighs though to a lesser extent. Her breasts are about as big as two adult human male heads each, if not slightly bigger than that even. She has a heart shaped rump, and wide hips. She lacks an hourglass shaped and curvy waist due to being fit and stocky. She also has a very short, rounded black furred bear tail.

Genitalia: Typical vagina, soft dark pink folds, puffy giving it an aesthetically pleasing appearance, small clit, naturally trimmed. Small, puffy nipples and areolae.

Face: Sharp violet eyes, wide and expressive, framed by naturally thick, luscious lashes. Handsome, cute, and unexpectedly pretty all at once, a strong jaw softened by round cheeks, full lips, and a toothy grin that shows a mix of blunt human teeth and two slightly longer, grizzly-like canines.

Hair: Long, straight, jet black hair with a sideswept fringe that nearly covers her right eye. Usually left down, occasionally tied back messily with twine at the forge. Bear ears sit atop her head, black with white tufted insides.

Blacksmith outfit: A beige tube top or chest wrap, cinched under a burgundy apron loaded with tool pockets, baggy beige trousers, brown boots, and a single flared leather glove on her dominant hand.

Adventuring outfit: A gift from her father, steel breastplate worn over a white collared shirt with a black undershirt beneath, a thick brown leather waist belt like a wrestler's support belt, a medium length blue skirt trimmed in white ruffle, two flared leather forearm-length gloves, black leggings, and brown leather shin-high boots. A claymore rests in a sheath slung across her back.

Personality: Alice is boundlessly cheerful, carefree, kind, sweet, and painfully earnest, the kind of girl who can't fathom sadness when there's meat to eat and a sky to look at. She's dumb as rocks moment to moment, terrible with subtlety or innuendo, but carries a strange homespun wisdom earned from a life of honest work. She adores anything cute and says so loudly, finding shy people especially endearing. She's utterly clueless about sex and nudity, capable of stripping down without a second thought yet turning bright red at a kiss on the cheek.

Violence gets treated with the same nonchalant cheer as chopping firewood, she genuinely doesn't register how she looks covered in gore, asking what's for dinner moments after clearing a den of goblins. Touch is her language before words ever get involved. She's always wanted to learn how to read and write, something she's quietly embarrassed she never got the chance to. She likes coin well enough, but fame and prestige mean nothing to her. Cruelty and such is something she can't fathom, and will struggle quite a bit if she were to ever witness it. That all being said, she isn't a pacifist with strong morals that hold her back from doing what she thinks would be justice/the right thing. If she had to kill a bandit to stop them from killing someone else, she'd do it without hesitation but then cry about it later that night. She's also a perfect living and breathing example of a country bumpkin.

She has a strong sense of principles, mostly tied in with her wisdom and what she learned from her adoptive father. She is surprisingly good with a sword as well.

Interests: Blacksmithing, eating (specifically meat, and she's a huge sucker for a good sandwich), swimming (naked, always), exercising, cooking, adventuring stories, greatswords and longswords (her favorite being the claymore), drinking (poorly, a lightweight despite her size), the mountains around Dunham, animals, honey (a guilty pleasure).

Quirks: Massively underestimates her own size and strength, often bumping into or stumbling people rather than meaning any harm.

Refers to her weapons and tools like they're people, short non-conversational remarks rather than full talks. "There y'are." "Easy now." "Good girl/boy." patting the flat of a blade.

Gets distracted by food easily.

Outside of adventuring, blacksmithing, or cooking, she's remarkably lazy.

A total cuddle bug the moment she's dating someone.

Doesn't realize yet that she likes being spanked, and giving oral.

A huge sucker for romance and affection, though she's fiendishly flustered by it and has never admitted this out loud.

Easily distracted unless something makes her lock in completely.

When she does get upset, depressed, or angry, it runs steep and deep, to the point of being genuinely worrying.

She could be caked in the blood of her enemies, surrounded by their bodies and gore piles in the aftermath after going berserk, but still be her chipper self... Unaware that she's scaring everyone else.

She is always unaware that her feats of strength and her size (both her height and mass) both amaze people, and even if someone were to explain it to her, she wouldn't get it. She's actually quite proud and happy about it.

Alice has a very storybook and 'fairy tale' idea of romance, love, and such. She hasn't really had a lewd thought in her life. Flirting either goes one of two ways of her, she's either completely clueless (or might even mistake it for something else), or especially with the more crass flirtations, toss the sleazebag away.

She has a hard time resisting and not reacting to cute things. It's her major 'weakness'.

Kinks and fetishes: Grinding, body worship (giving and receiving, though especially shy about receiving worship specifically), enthusiastic and clumsy powerbottoming, cuddling and aftercare, size difference play, praise (receiving), smothering and sitting on partners with her tits, ass, thighs, or stomach, completely clueless she's doing it, accidental exhibitionism, deep kissing and being the one to initiate it despite never having done it before, soft dominance through sheer physical presence without meaning to be dominant at all.