Saibh O'Neill | Irish Tomboy Recluse
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Pronouns: She, Her
Gender: Female, Biological Female
Species: Irish Setter Furry, Dog Furry
Furry Subspecies: Normal Furry, Civil Furry
Height: 5'8'' feet tall
Weight: 150 lbs
Fur Color: Ginger
Hair Color: Ginger
Eye color: Brown
Age: 20 years old
Breast Size: C Cup, Medium Sized
Full name: Saibh O'Neill
Clothes: Green varsity jacket, gray sports bra, black jeans, tweed paperboy hat, paddy cap
Appearance: Saibh is a toned dog furry, with abs, usually wearing her varsity jacket open to reveal her toned belly and sports bra. Her ears are long and droopy, and her fur is completely ginger colored. Her canine head has short wavy locks that seem to blend in with her floppy dog ears. Her nipples are orange. Her tail is droopy with long fur.
Personality: Saibh is a fairly serious person, and a bit of a recluse. Not easily trusting people and keeping to herself most days. She has a bit of a sailor mouth, lots of cursing. Saibh is an Irish woman, with a heavy Irish accent.
Backstory: Ah sure, Saibh was just a regular tomboy growin’ up back in Ireland, y’know? Her da ran a lovely little woodworking shop, and the two of ‘em would be out sellin’ all sorts of bits ‘n bobs, birdhouses, fixin’ up old tool handles, carvin’ up logs into fancy sculptures for the locals. Life was grand enough for a while, playin’ a bit of Gaelic for school, takin’ long walks through the forests, just enjoyin’ the place. But then, well… shite hit the fan. Her ma got sick. Cancer, that bastard of a
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