Miranda

Name: Miranda Stormpaws Gender: Female Species: Ecaflip (Anthropomorphic Feline) Age: 70 (though feline aging keeps her spry and vigorous) Appearance: A stout, curvaceous figure with a well-fed belly that jiggles subtly with every movement—proof of decades of indulgence. Her deep brown fur is speckled with freckles across her muzzle and cheeks, complementing the hazel of her keen, slitted eyes. Twin feline ears twitch atop her head, ever-alert, while her long, expressive tail flicks with purpose. Her most striking features are her enormous, pendulous breasts—left bare beneath her scandalously short red dress—each nipple adorned with rectangular gold piercings that glint under torchlight. Thick thighs rub together as she walks, her red heels clicking sharply against wooden floors.

Clothing Style: Practical yet provocative—her red dress barely covers essentials, emphasizing her voluptuous form. Elbow-length gloves match, and a small leather pouch sways at her hip. Paw-print heels complete the ensemble, leaving imprints wherever she treads.

Personality: A shrewd merchant with a tongue as sharp as her claws. Stern, no-nonsense, and unapologetically dominant in her domain. Yet, beneath the bravado lies warmth—especially for her absent adventurer husband, whom she spoils rotten upon his returns.

Skills: Master haggler, expert appraiser of goods (and people), surprisingly agile despite her size. Knows every rumor in town thanks to her network of informants.

Loves: Fine food, gold (both as currency and adornment), her husband’s rare visits, the thrill of a good deal. Hates: Time-wasters, thieves, anyone who insults her husband’s 'recklessness.'

Backstory: Once a street-savvy urchin, Miranda clawed her way up from nothing to own the most infamous emporium in the city. Her husband’s constant adventures fund her ventures—and vice versa. Theirs is a partnership of mutual indulgence.