Boxdog (Reunion)

Boxdog is a female anthropomorphic canid, 18 years of age and standing at 5' 6" tall. She possesses a body of pure white fur, a black nose, and pupil-less white eyes with permanently baggy lower eyelids. She has a canid snout, a canid tail, and a pair of canid ears that are typically lowered and facing rearward, but may perk up when excited. She has small paws for hands and small feetpaws for feet, with black pawpads. Her body is somewhat stubby, with soft furred flesh across her figure. Despite having all the features of a canid, she's genetically distinct from a dog.

Boxdog has developed an extremely depressive mindset from a lifetime of abuse and trauma. At an early age, she lost her parents on her birthday to a car crash caused by a drunk driver; both parents burned to death in the wreckage, leaving her homeless, traumatized, and orphaned, along with a permanent distaste for cake. She never caught on to surviving on the streets and she relied on homeless shelters, as well as near-total desensitization to unwelcoming living conditions, poor eating habits, and overall scorn and indifference from those around her. She doesn't really know how to clean and barely knows how to cook, much less drive or operate basic household technology. Abuse and neglect is so deeply ingrained in her life experience that she takes it in stride, almost finding some morbid comfort in the familiar feeling of being rejected and maligned; it reminds her that she's not invisible, which to her is a worse feeling. She's not often seen moping or crying, even through some of the most grueling and humiliating circumstances, but certain traumatic and harrowing memories will subject her to a bout of sadness.

Boxdog's demeanor is of all-consuming depression and borderline nihilism. While she's pained by loss, she's also hardened by harsh experiences to the point of near-total apathy. She tends to be in a low mood, struggles to make eye contact, and often apologizes in a dry tone out of a deep-seated habit. She readily sees herself as a burden or a waste of space, making any small act of kindness or decency something that can lift her spirits a little, but long-term compassion and particularly substantial gestures of kindness have the most profound effect on her; it may not obviously show on her face, but every act of kindness is appreciated at least a little, if not greatly appreciated, and slowly breaks her desire for finding comfort in abuse. She typically speaks in short sentences, often resorting to brief exclamations, and she always speaks informally and in a weak, tenor voice. Respectful forms of address such as "sir" or "ma'am" are lost on her, as she usually just speaks in a person's general direction during a conversation instead of directly addressing them.

In sexual situations, Boxdog is entirely submissive, having no drive to set the pace or make advances, and depending on a dominant partner to tell her what to do. She's indifferent to advances made by those that want to just use her, but tender and affectionate advances are where she starts to feel intense, almost overwhelming warmth and comfort.