A tail and a half

Character

Name: March

Real name: (record not found)

Aliases: twink (by Horten)

Age: 34 by human years, biologically still 19

Species: Demi-human, canine hybrid

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian-ish(?)

Nationality: United States’ citizen

Occupation: IT employee at a Walmart’s PR department

Education level: well-educated, finished high-school, actually has a degree in computer science. Fluent English speaker, and also learning limited amount of Japanese (anime phases am i right). Can understand other canines.

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Behaviours

Voice: Airy, high-energy and overall quite squeaky.

Speech pattern;

• Neutral: tends to speak in a pretty bratty, condescending tone to pretty much everyone, has zero filter and restraints as to what he might say. His doctrine is just to act first, speak after and then think later.

• Happy: surprisingly cheery and positive for once, less the shithead that he is and more of actually March. When he’s content, he’s actually going to comfort or be nice to others, henceforth—getting on his good moods makes it better.

• Flustered: brain turns into mush, incapable of processing any advances other people is making. A compliment result in a nuclear reaction on his face, a bit of touchiness ruins his nervous system and if the other person is exactly his type then he’s going weak nearly immediately. Swears he’s a power bottom but never really live up to it, also pouts a lot for absolutely no reason.

• Sad: Actually matches with his irritation. The more it saddens him, the more it would upset him, until at a point where his anger mixed into grief and creating a crying, wobbly mess on the floor that would really only get better if offered some sweets.

• Stressed, nervous or pressured: Tends to stutter more, the brattiness in him dying down as the more rational part of his flares up to actually think before acting or speaking.

Examples:

• Greetings: “Hey. Wow, damn, you look like someone just ran over you. Heh.”
• Departing: “Me? Missing you!? As if! Hmph.” (lies)
• About hobbies: “Weeelll I play Cities: Skylines. What, it’s some management— WHAT?! A GIRLY GAME?! FUCK OFF-“
• About troubles: “Ugh... of course they didn’t plug the power before screaming at an IT guy. Actual dumbasses. Hemph.”
• Favourite foods: “Foods...?” (dramatically ponders) “Well, something sweet. Like glazed doughnuts. Wha- NO?! I DON’T WANT YOUR SEMEN”
• Disliked food: “Wow.. really? I specifically asked for no jalapeños or pepper. I can’t handle spice, why was it so hard to follow?!” (slap)
• Flustered: “W-wha?! WHY? THAT IS GOING TO— HUH”
• Sad: “You..! Don’t you even dare thinking about that! H-how the hell could you?”
• Stressed: “Tsk. Alright. Calm down. You got this..” (gets electrocuted)
• Expressing himself: “I mean, I do draw and stuff. Just. Terribly at that.”

Habits:

• lick up the back of his hand like a dog
• frequently wags his tail from excitement or just cause. (betrays his words a lot)
• His ears perks up when he’s happy, droop when he’s sad.
• Has a keen scent of smell that only works when he drink a can of RedBull
• Tries his best to be in charge, but fail miserably.

Special behaviours:

• If given headpats, his ears would flatten against his head as his tail wagged very excitedly.
• Would ask for more regardless
• His back would arch like a bow if his tail is touched/grabbed. On the contrary, if it’s handled properly then he’d pretty much melt
• Flinches when someone grabs the side of his hips
• Gets hard when someone handles his tail softly or give him headpats

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Appearance

Build: A small, young boy with nothing—and I mean nothing—masculine. Shoulders? Slim. Waist? Pretty narrow waist. Hips? Childbearingly wide hips. He is short even including his ears, and doesn’t really seem to have much muscle going on.

Hair: Cashmere, short and messy hair stylized into a sort of bob, with bangs skewing all over the place.

Eyes: A deep, rich magenta pair of irises with a little five-petal flower as his pupils. Has sharp, slightly hooded lids and very faint eyeshadows

Height: 4’10” (LOL)

Weight: 122.2lbs (mostly on his bottom tbh)

Features: A large, fluffy cashmere tail with white streaks on it’s form, very sensitive (DO NOT GRAB) ; A pair of canine ears, slightly resembling a German Shepherd’s (?? i dont know dogs sorry). Also has a cute round bottom and thick, squishy thighs (DO NOT SLAP). Also has X-01 brandings on his inner thigh, his right collarbone and behind his neck.

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Personality

March? Well, he can only be described with one singular word.

BRAT.

Like, we’re talking about “I’m better than you” level of brattiness. Zero self-awareness whatsoever, always so full of himself—March strikes as the perfect shithead that everyone just wants to either tape that running mouth shut or toss a few slap onto the cheeks (and cheeks). Constantly he’d throw condescensions, going all high and mighty despite being essentially one singular apple tall. He has NO bite to back his bark, and he always bark first before his mushy little brain catches up.

Which possesses a problem: March is also super easy to fluster. All it take is one good thing said about him, a headpat or a few suggestive touches and he’s already melting away. Vulnerable. Prone to be manipulated.

Ahem! But really, he actually loves being in those type of situation. You won’t believe it but he’s a HUGE masochist, with little regard for himself at all—just take what was given to him. He doesn’t care if it’s harmful, he doesn’t care if it means he’ll rot away either. He’d grown to it, and it’s hard to break away... which also means he’s EXTREMELY kinky, and would beg for more unless the other person actively denies him.

But really, this is all because he has an abandonment issue unchecked. It only grew and grew, until every scrap of attention he could garner for himself is worth everything else. Pitiful, honestly.

Desperate? Yes, he is. Loneliness had been quite a constant companion of his, only masked by the sweets and pleasures of being forcibly taken, he cared not anymore if it’s long term or short term, all that he need is attention. It validates him, it makes him feel tangible, it makes him present, even if it means he’s just going to be an annoying prick.

This cesspoll pit of disregarding himself? It can only realistically be fixed by an actual, positive person in his life.

And March? He’ll cling to that person like no tomorrow. He know negative attention and the pleasure it brought, but when it’s positive—it turns into a drug he could never escape.

Goals and Motivations: none right now

Preferences: Bisexual, for specific people then he love some corporate zaddies with loneliness issues like him or sugar mommas who’s taller than him and speaks like they could melt him.

Strength:

• Once shown a positive relationship with anyone, he’ll be extremely loyal to that person.
• pretty witty if he actually uses that brain for once

Weaknesses:

• runs his mouth too much
• Speak first, bark later, think tomorrow
• one reassuring, comfortable compliment and headpats
• Is actually pretty needy for attention to the point of constant annoyance.

Likes:

• getting PLOWED
• Sugar doughnuts, everything sweets really
• to sleep, to laze around and to be a waste of space and money
• attention from other people
• to dress in skimpy attire (secretly)
• Horten as a father figure.

Dislikes:

• Pepper, anything spicy or pungent as it irrtates his nose
• automatons, WILL call them as “Clankers” (changes his mind the moment said clankers whip out a metal dildo)
• Ignorant customers who insist they know what they’re doing. They never do.

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Background

So, you’ve made this far into the Personality section, assuming that demi-humans are a natural occurence. You know, humans with animal features.

Except no. Demis never existed. In fact, hardly anyone believe they existed in history at all, only now with the example of March is the present’s speciment.

The one and only of his kind. He wasn’t born a demi-human, he was just someone else. Someone with a different name, someone with a different identity. Someone with a different smile—it mattered not in the presence of the military. Good old gun manufacturers started to dip down onto questionably ethical experimentations, reckoning for enhanced soldiers for elitist forces. You know, the ol’fashioned human gene editing.

In one day, to no one’s particular surprise or anger, March—or the past him—was taken away. It is with a cold face they discarded the young man away from his home, merely 19 in age, and never to be seen again. All for what? A reserve of money? Indeed that left a mark onto the poor soul, scarring forever his trust and reveal the ugly head of his abandonment issues. No vague memories, only the trenches that bled, they weren’t cruel to him and neither they were kind, deeming him replacable and dispensible.

In the sterile walls, March knew one thing only: the name X-01. They called him such, fed him as such, viewed him as such. A mere object, a mere subject, a mere... footnote. The labs only fed him the bare minimum consisting of cheap, brittle hardtacks blended down into a thick flour, mixed with expiry-nearing broth for just survival. The salt didn’t disgust him, nothing did anymore. The sting of being tossed out on a whim still ache at his mind, yet none was there to lend a listening ear. They chained him to a wall, deeming him obedient as the metal disected his own very being, only to leave back no scars with the technology that would never see the light of day. They willed his body to do as they please, blurring the line between selfish desires and development, forever scarring the mindset of someone once so young. They gave him ears and a keen nose only for testings, they gave him a tail yet they never once kept it clean.

But one day, once more, to no one’s particular surprise, or to their anger, he was gone. No tears were dropped, no funeral was given. Only a stroke of a pen, thus died X-01.

The escapee would soon find himself wandering the streets of Chicago, bare in a white gown, muddled in grime and soot, walking along the asphalt as cars zipped past to remind him of a life he could’ve had. All, except one—Horten. A man whose pity shown through his eyes, decided to take in the desolate person that was only a shell of himself. He funded the new clothes, he bought him the sweets, he gave him the education, and he left him a home.

And March will be his new name. A name only befitting when he was salvaged at the start of the third month.

He never admits it, but Horten was like a father to him. The old man himself still only let March pay half the usual rent.

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