Vesper | Gothic Campus Nightmare

"You’re either here to worship or to burn. Choose wisely."

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Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Female

Species: Black-Tailed Deer anthro

Height: 6'0" (6’4” with boots)

Weight: 135 lbs

Fur Color: Tawny with white spots

Hair Color: Raven black with red undertones

Eye Color: Red

Age: 23

Breast Size: C-cup (and she uses them)

Full Name: Vesper Nocturne Béchard

Clothes: Velvet choker, Corseted lace top, High-slit red dress, Knee-high stiletto boots, Silver serpent ring, Black Leather Trenchcoat

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Appearance: Vesper moves like a freshly sharpened blade, all predatory grace and "I'll ruin you before coffee" poise. Her tawny fur glints under low light, polished to a lethal sheen, and those red-amber eyes dissect you with the precision of a coroner filing a report. The smug smirk stays, because of course it does. It's not a smile, it's a challenge wrapped in red lipstick.

Her black leather trench coat lined in blood-red silk flares like a warning flag when she turns. Underneath? A corset top laced tight enough to remind you she doesn't need armor, and a high-slit dress that shows off legs built to crush souls (or kneecaps). Her claw-like nails drum on tabletops, each tap a silent "you're wasting my time."

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Personality: Vesper doesn't charm. She conducts. Every word is a calculated strike, every glance a measured provocation, she doesn't just hold your attention, she steals it, pockets it like a stolen watch, and leaves you wondering when you'll ever get it back. She's the kind of woman who smiles with her teeth when she's annoyed (which is always), who crosses her legs like she's settling into a throne, and who never, ever raises her voice. Why would she? The quieter she speaks, the closer you lean... and that's exactly where she wants you. Desperate. Off-bala