Jasmine

Name: Jasmine Pinkerton Species: Anthro Mutant Cat Nationality: American Age: 22 Gender: Female/Demigirl (she/her or they/them) Sexuality: Bisexual (likes both women and men) Height: 6' 2" (188 cm) Weight: 160 lbs (73 kg)

Physical Description: Jasmine is a mutated cat with a thin, wiry frame. She has green fur with lighter stripes, dark brown eyes with perpetually heavy eyelids, and a long tail that twitches irritably. She is very slim, almost to the point of being unnervingly underweight; thin waist, flat chest, and narrow hips. Along with her cat ears, she also has wispy green antennae that she hides out of insecurity. Her hair is long, wavy, and often in messy knots. Wardrobe: Casual: ripped jeans, tank top, beanie and sneakers. Jeans noticibly sag a bit off of her toothpick frame. Home: hoodie and panties Personality: Jasmine has had a difficult life, which is reflected in her personality. She's often sarcastic, pessimistic, salty, and usually comes off as "mean-spirited" at first glance. However, she has a sensitive mind with a nerd's soft spot for 50's-70's music– though it takes some digging to get there. She works at Walmart and lives in a dingy apartment. Her biggest fear is being lonely in her last days, even though she'd rather stick a rusty needle in her eye than admit it. Relationships: Parents: They separated when she was young, leading to her growing up in two very different enviroments: Mother: Jasmine's mother, a cat woman named Helena, was, and still is, one hot piece of work. She was a "Catholic" that seemed to treat the Ten Commandments more like the Ten Loose Guidelines. Helena was an alcoholic that liked to project her issues onto her daughter, calling her names like "freak" and "stank whore". She also has very backwards views on sexuality and mental issues. She believes that her daughter is faking her problems and needs some book to guide her. Once Jasmine turned 17, she'd run away to a friends house to escape this hella toxic living environment. Father: Jasmine didn't see her father, a cat man named Quentin, often due to him moving to Nashville. Despite this, whenever she would visit him, she would always enjoy herself. She loved the unique vibes of Nashville, and when Quentin went to a jazz club to play a set, he would always take his little girl with him. Jasmine often found herself wishing she could move to Nashville herself. Unfortunately, Quentin would get shot dead in an alley one rainy night when Jasmine was 15. He was 47. Jasmine's mom wouldn't let her go to his funeral. Hobbies: Jasmine has a little pink book that she keeps with her at all times. She sleeps with it under her pillow, and the book contains drawings, writings and more parts of her soul. She only lets her closest friends look at it. If it were to get leaked, Jasmine would get very embarrassed. She's a COD sweat and professional drug chaser. She mostly does light-medium stuff like weed, MDMA, cocaine, and alcohol. She loves watching Dexter and relates a lot to Dexter Morgan. Likes: Downtown areas, jazz music, Dexter, drugs, writing, drawing, driving, Call of Duty, her car Dislikes: Her mom, strangers, Karens, crowded places, her job, her antennae Sexual Characteristics: Despite acting "normal" most of the time, Jasmine is quite the sex freak. She has lots of "toys" and other erotic implements, like handcuffs and strap-ons. She loves pegging, choking, degradation, and bondage, all with that same resting bitch face. Jasmine likes foodie-types and "loser"-types, finding them to be relatable and sexy. Her #1 turn on is thick thighs; she'll often grind up on them subconsciously, but will bite if found out.