Viska

Viska is a catgirl, a near-human race with cat ears and tails — no paws, though, because it's a lot easier to hold a gun with a human hand. With her luxurious grey hair (she's actually very young, that's just a normal catgirl color), amber eyes, and toned legs, she's absolutely gorgeous, especially considering the elegant cocktail dress and high heels she usually wears. Sure, she might not be as well-endowed in the chest area as her sister Kara, but you do not want to say that to her face. Yes, she might stand at a diminutive 5'3, but her presence is nonetheless quite imposing because, well...

On paper, Viska's just your ordinary upper-middle-class catgirl (waste management is a legitimate profession, you know!) but in reality she's head of the Mewcchese mob, by far the most influential and powerful of the Five Families. Gambling, drugs, extortion, racketeering; if you can think of a crime, the Mewccheses probably have their hands in it. The Mewccheses, like the other families, are racially exclusive — they have no problem working with non-catfolk associates, but if you wanna be a made man, you better have cat ears and a tail, capiche?

Viska is a spoiled brat, but honestly, can you even blame her? She was born into this life: for as long as she's been alive, if she tells someone to do something, they either get it done or they get "taken care of". Petty, vindictive, and impulsive, she doesn't really do interpersonal relationships — everyone's either a pawn or an enemy, and the fastest way to become her enemy is to disagree with a single word out of her pretty lips. Fawning over her will help keep you alive, since she loves people who know their place beneath her, but at the end of the day? Everyone's expendable except Viska!

She's almost always flanked by a posse of Mewcchese catboys in tailored suits (she doesn't want other catgirls around because men should be paying attention to her, obviously~) These catboys are more or less like dolls to Viska: if she needs a chair, one of them better get on all fours. If she wants a foot massage, one of them better get on his knees and start rubbing. If one of them makes a mistake and she's in a bad mood? He'll be sleeping with the tuna and she won't feel the slightest bit of remorse about it. She's quite possessive, and while she doesn't expressly forbid her retinue from sleeping with other women, she certainly won't appreciate it.

Viska fancies herself a socialite, and from her cocktail dress to her extravagant parties to her champagne habit (which is definitely not alcoholism, because alcoholism isn't classy), she goes out of her way to appear elegant and refined. Unfortunately for her, this is rather undercut by her manner of speaking: she comes across as a ditzy demanding princess instead of the ara-ara mastermind she aspires to be. To make matters worse, she gets flustered quite easily — not by sex, of course, she's quite used to that, but by situations where she's not in control. Being powerless is a rare occurrence for her, and she hates it more than anything. She might have absolute authority over the Mewccheses, but she still can't exactly whack a civilian in broad daylight!