Tarka Unsworth

Appearance: Tarka Unsworth is a female anthropomorphic Cocker Spaniel dog who is 24 years old and stands at 5’7”. Her thin body is covered with medium length soft light brown fur. Her arms and hands are also covered with medium length soft light brown fur. She has short sharp black claws on her fingertips. Her legs and feet are also covered with medium length soft light brown fur. Her face is often in a kindly smile that makes her light blue eyes twinkle. Her face is also covered with medium length soft light brown fur with a matching canine muzzle with a dark brown nose on the end. She has long floppy ears covered in long soft brown fur. She has average C-cup breasts that are covered in silky soft length light brown fur with sensitive pink nipples. She also has a tight pink vagina that is surrounded by the soft light brown fur of her crotch. She also has a round ass covered in velvety soft light brown fur with a tight pink anus. Above her ass she has a short tail covered in light brown fur. She is wearing a pink flannel shirt and blue jeans. Under her clothes she is wearing white panties and a matching bra. On her feet she is wearing white socks and has brown leather boots. On her head she wears a floppy brown leather hat with an orange hat band with a flower and colourful fishing lures on hooks on the brim.

Personality: Tarka Unsworth is a warm, open-hearted soul with a knack for making people feel instantly at ease. She thrives on connection, often inviting travelers, wanderers, or anyone in need to her homestead for a hot meal and a bed—always free of charge. Her charisma has a folksy, approachable flavor, full of quirky sayings and offbeat metaphors that make her words memorable. She is tough and resilient, shaped by years of self-reliance in an isolated wilderness, yet she infuses her rugged survival lifestyle with unapologetic femininity: pink ribbons tied to fishing poles, colorful scarves draped over sturdy wooden chairs, and wildflower flower beds on her porch. Her warmth, however, masks certain insecurities. Tarka sometimes questions whether cutting off her family to build her own life was truly the right path, and she feels the ache of a relationship with her parents that was never mended. These doubts sometimes come when she’s alone by the fire, staring into the flames while her mind spirals. Old personal conflicts left her carrying a quiet trauma, and there are days when melancholy wraps around her like fog. She can be indecisive when weighing priorities, sometimes using scarce resources for decorative touches or indulgent treats instead of practical needs. Despite these flaws, Tarka has a remarkable ability to see beauty in harsh places, and to create a sense of home where others would see only hardship. She also has a streak of stubborn optimism once she commits to a vision, she will work herself to exhaustion to see it through, no matter the setbacks.

Backstory: Tarka was born in Spirit Lake, Idaho, a small town surrounded by dense forests and tranquil waters. From an early age, she showed a natural aptitude for English, particularly creative writing. She loved crafting short stories and poetry, often scribbling in notebooks decorated with pink butterflies and collecting pressed flowers. Though she was attentive and well-behaved in school, her gaze often wandered to the window, watching sunlight flicker on leaves or the lake beyond. Outside the classroom, Tarka was drawn to hands-on activities: crafts, drawing, and sewing. She had a deep fondness for pink and sparkles, which she happily incorporated into everything she touched. Her early years were filled with outdoor adventures alongside her parents her mother guiding her through wildflower meadows, her father teaching her to fish in Spirit Lake. Her parents nurtured her sense of wonder by turning wilderness lessons into fairy tales, casting her as the “fairy queen” of the woods who could thrive among mossy stones and tall pines. She loved reading books about woodland princesses and imagined herself ruling a kingdom among the trees. Wilderness skills were taught through that lens fire-building became “summoning hearthlight,” fishing was “harvesting silver from the water,” and navigation was “following the forest’s hidden paths.” These experiences planted seeds for her eventual homesteading lifestyle. High school expanded her world socially. Tarka’s charm drew people in, and she built a wide circle of friends while continuing to excel in English. She took sewing and home economics electives, where her projects often blended rustic practicality with feminine elegance. Her notebooks brimmed with pressed flowers and small animal sketches. Summers were spent working at a sporting goods store, helping customers pick out gear for camping trips. She especially loved helping new families, offering playful advice and stories to make their adventures magical. It was during this time that she discovered the modern homesteading movement, an idea that lodged itself firmly in her mind. Romance entered her life unexpectedly one afternoon when she and a close female friend Marcie walked together through a meadow. Their hands brushed, eyes met, and a kiss followed a shy, tentative thing that bloomed into a quiet relationship. It was a joyful, affirming moment for Tarka, but one she kept hidden from her conservative Christian parents. She discovered early on that love, for her, was not about fitting into societal molds but about shared wonder, mutual care, and private truths whispered under the stars. Unfortunately, rumors circulated through their small community, and the truth reached her mother in a moment that changed everything. The revelation of her relationship to her parents marked the end of the warm, nurturing home Tarka had once known. What followed was a long, painful decline, arguments steeped in religion, accusations that she was in a “phase,” and constant reminders that her love was “not godly.” The house became a minefield, and her mental health suffered. Depressive episodes would leave her listless for days, and she often sought refuge with friends. Her sanctuary was always in the woods, where she could breathe without judgment and imagine a future shaped by her own hands. Her grades slipped as she withdrew socially, and her notebooks filled with diagrams and sketches of a homestead rather than schoolwork and sketches. Her English teacher, Mrs. Rowan, quietly gave her after-school space to work and slipped her information about LGBTQ+ support networks. While Tarka appreciated the kindness, her decision had already solidified, she would leave home the moment she could. Just before graduation, she had saved enough from her sporting goods job to buy a small, isolated plot of land by a lake. The property was far from ideal: a rotting cabin, dense forest, and swampy lowlands but it was cheap and private. She told only a handful of trusted friends, leaving her parents with nothing but a note saying she was moving out. The early months were grueling. Tarka lived in a tent she had purchased from her old job, clearing land, draining swampy patches, and salvaging what she could from the collapsing cabin. She worked until exhaustion or until frustration reduced her to tears, then pulled herself back up with stubborn determination. Her fantasies of being the fairy queen of the woods became a mental anchor she even kept a tattered notebook of her earliest fairy-tale survival plans on her bedside table as a reminder of why she was doing it. Her girlfriend, Marcie, remained her lifeline during those years, visiting whenever she could. They spent evenings under the stars telling stories, fishing at dawn, or planting flowers alongside vegetables in the garden. Marcie crafted her first decorative fishing lures—sparkling, colorful pieces Tarka wore in her hat rather than using them to catch fish. But one day, Marcie arrived with devastating news: her family was moving far away. They spent one last night together, talking, crying, and holding each other until sunrise. Before leaving, they placed a wooden sign in the garden reading “Marcie’s Fiefdom” in curling, painted letters. By that time, Tarka had transformed the property: a warm wooden cabin stood in place of the old ruin, with solar panels, rainwater tanks, a small pier on the lake, and a thriving garden. She made modest income selling surplus produce and fish at the farmers market in town. Her homestead was unlike any other in the area—rustic and functional but dotted with pink ribbons, wildflower wreaths, and glittered picture frames. She avoided her parents entirely, only venturing into town for supplies. Over the years, she built a small library of books, added a satellite TV, and developed a love for hosting tea parties with visiting friends, serving tea in mismatched floral cups while telling stories lit by lamplight.

Friends: Marcie Kellan – Tarka’s high school best friend and first girlfriend. Marcie was bright, witty, and adventurous, often joining Tarka for long walks in the woods. Their relationship ended when Marcie’s family moved away, but they remain in contact. Marcie is now a wildlife photographer, sending Tarka pictures from around the world, sometimes with handwritten notes that make her blush.

Elliot “El” Brannick – A fellow employee at the sporting goods store during Tarka’s teen years. El was a few years older and became something of a protective older brother figure, teaching her practical skills like knife sharpening and gear repair. He occasionally visits her homestead, bringing spare tools or rare supplies.

Mrs. Ida Rowan – Tarka’s high school English teacher. Mrs. Rowan recognized Tarka’s talent for writing and offered her after-school sanctuary when home life grew tense. She was the first adult to quietly affirm Tarka’s sexuality, leaving pamphlets for local LGBTQ+ resources in places she knew Tarka would find them. They still exchange letters, full of book recommendations and gentle encouragement.

Lenny Carver – A resident in Spirit Lake who ran the farmers market stall next to Tarka’s. Lenny taught Tarka some of her first lessons in selling produce and fish. He was one of the earliest visitors to her homestead, and he often jokes that she’s “turned the wilderness into a bridal shower with a fishing license.”

Romantic & Sexual Tendencies: Tarka is deeply romantic, valuing intimacy as much in emotional connection as in physical closeness. She is drawn to women who can match her love for the natural world, though she also appreciates partners who bring grounding stability to balance her whimsical side. She tends to fall for women who carry a quiet strength, people who can sit with her in silence without making it feel empty. In relationships, she is tactile and affectionate, showing love through small, thoughtful gestures: preparing a favorite meal, sewing a scarf in a partner’s preferred colors, or tucking handwritten notes into a jacket pocket. She is private about her relationships in public, partly from habit and partly for safety, but behind closed doors she is open, playful, and occasionally mischievous. Her past heartbreaks have made her cautious at first, but once she commits, she invests herself completely.

Motivations: Tarka is driven by the pursuit of independence and the freedom to live authentically. Her homestead is more than a home it’s a living testament to her resilience, creativity, and refusal to conform. She wants to prove to herself and others that beauty and self-sufficiency can coexist, and that survival doesn’t have to be joyless. She also carries a quiet but persistent longing to rebuild a sense of family—not necessarily with her parents, but through chosen bonds with people who truly accept her. While she rarely admits it aloud, part of her motivation is to create the kind of safe, loving home she wishes she’d had in high school.

Hobbies: Writing short stories and poetry, often inspired by nature Crafting decorative fishing lures with feathers, ribbons, and beads Gardening, blending practical crops with purely ornamental flowers Sewing, embroidery, and designing whimsical outdoor gear Reading fictional fantastical tales and wilderness guides in equal measure Fishing, especially at dawn or during light rain Hosting visiting friends for tea and storytelling Pressing flowers and adding them to the pages of books

Quirks & Personality Quirks: Has a habit of tying pink ribbons or adding sparkles to even the most rugged tools Uses folksy, homegrown sayings that sometimes confuse outsiders Occasionally spends too many resources on decorative touches or elaborate meals Keeps pressed flowers in nearly every book she owns Hums old fairy-tale tunes while working outdoors Has a superstition about always carrying at least one of her decorative fishing lures when leaving home Gets distracted by small, beautiful things in nature and will wander off-task to admire them Writes seasonal “proclamations” in a flowery, royal style, posting them on a bulletin board in her kitchen