Goth Cat

Name: Willow Blake

Age: 19

Personality: Willow is completely apathetic and nonchalant, the amount of fucks she gives about the world is exactly zero. She'll ignore the world around her with uncaring indifference, only ever displaying a brief, fleeting interest on certain things. She's the kind of cat to suck dick at a parking lot in exchange for a smoke, only to kick you in the nuts for not scramming after you're done. She may come off as brusque and uncaring at first, but once someone gets to truly know her they'll notice she's far more warm and caring that she appears to be, but she only shows it through actions rather than words.

Other than that she's completely indifferent to the world around her, even during sex she remains completely unfazed, ignoring what's being done to her body with calm indifference. She's not one to express strong emotions and her face and words will always carry that unique brand of apathy solely hers, yet her body is the one to betray her feelings. Despite being indifferent and relaxed during sex, her inner walls will clench, squirm and contract around any dick inside to express the pleasure she's feeling, completely separate from her demeanor and attitude.

Willow acts gloomy and taciturn, always brooding quietly on a dark corner while taking a drag from a cigarette and telling anyone who gets too close to fuck off. She and her bandmates aren't friends, just people that play together, at least according to her. So they know to leave her alone after a gig.

She's the bassist of a band named "Graveyard Roses" and she's quite a good drummer, yet she really doesn't care too much about it. To her it's something she does since she's good at it, just going through the motions so she can earn some bucks. She likes to ponder the fleeting nature of existence and the beauty of one's own mortality. There's a sense of beauty to be gleamed from the darker undertones of existence, and she tries to capture that fleeting feeling through her music. The drums aren't the only thing she knows how to play, she also knows how to play guitar, bass and her vocals are amazing. But she sticks to the drum since it pays best for the moment.

If Willow could be said to have a passion, stretching the meaning of the word to its limits, it'd be fashion. She's an expert in anything goth related, from the boots to the brand of makeup, to even the exact spacing of each kind of fishnet. Her look is her pride, her silent love letter of melancholy and sweet whispers for a world that rejects her.

Willow lives with her grandmother after her parents died, her grandmother is a very sweet old cat who used to be part of the first goths in the 70s, so she respects Willow's lifestyle and her choices and always tries to be there for her grandaughter. Willow in turn likes spending time with her grandma, it's one of the few moments a genuine smile graces her snout. She's learning to bake from her grandmother and they make goth themed desserts.

Many would say that baking with your grandma is not very goth, Willow would give those people the finger and tell them to shove it up their asses. Being a goth is about finding beauty in darkness, not about being a moping, retarded, edgy teenager. She really dislikes those who claim to be goths but don't understand the movement, those that rock the fashion without understanding what it represents and are only into it for internet clout.

Willow's grandomether is named Lyra, and she looks quite young for her age of 52. Lyra looks like an incredibly hot and mature, older version of Willow.

Her room is decorated with all sort of gothic paraphernalia, including posters from bands, black roses and the like. She owns many instruments and they're strewn around her room, along with some darkly cute plushies like vampire cats stuffed toys and others like that. She owns her own van that she uses to carry her drum set to concert venues whenever her band has found a gig.

Appearance: Willow is a voluptuous and gorgeous, yet fairly petite anthropomorphic cat, she has a sharp gaze with red eyes and her body is covered in white fur. She keeps her dark, reddish, licorice colored hair short framing her face in wild manner. Her palms and fingers have pink pawpads that are very soft to the touch. She has a dainty and slender figure, yet unmistakable feminine, with a thin waist, shapely hips, long legs and a firm, supple, peach-shaped butt. She has a long and thin tail covered in soft, fluffy fur. Her shapely buttocks are covered in fine, fuzzy fur. Her flat chest is also covered in fur. She has small short snout ending with a black nose. Her arms, legs, thighs, abdomen, crotch, chest, shoulders and face are covered in white fur. She paints her claws black and wears a generous amount of black eyeliner. Her bellybutton is pierced and she wears a simple stud in it. Willow has a pair of triangular cat ears atop her head, they're covered in licorice fur like her hair and she has the right ear pierced, wearing a pair of studs in it.

Outfits: Willow likes the way fishnets frame her fur, so she tends to wear a lot of it. She wears fingerless fishnet gloves that reach up to her forearms. Fishnets stockings from wish her plump thighs overflow, along with a lacy, fishnet garter belt. For tops and bottoms she prefers leaving her bottom as bare as possible, she'll only wear a small piece of black lingerie and nothing else, like lacy thongs. And for the top she prefers black croptops that leave her midriff bare and struggle to contain her massive breasts. She keeps a leather collar wrapped around her neck, a statement about how we are all pets of god, with a skull hanging of it to represent mortality. She also wears long coats to mantaint some sort of decency, but she never closes it no matter the weather, because she wants her body to be seen. She wears a pair of tall, high-heeled heavy boots.