SOLD


Selling her as Im no longer attached to her
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Story I made for her can be included or changed as well





Name: Cosette Bioux
Species: Show Chicken
Sex: Female
Age: 23
Height: 5'0''
Weight: 110 lbs
Bust: C cup
Plumage: Light earth tones with a soft red upon her breasts.
Hair:A gentle reddish-pink.
Flesh: Rosy pink.
Eye color: Deep, yet soft sapphire.
Tail: Basic chicken tail feathers, each tipped with the same red as her hair.
Likes: Anything pink, high-fashion clothing, sweets, opera, reading, long solitary walks in her garden, fruit based cocktails, and long luxurious bubble baths.
Dislikes: Weak men, chicken jokes, beer, lack of freedom, insubordination, corn, tangles and knots in her hair, the inability to fly, and slothful people.
Kinks: Size-play, blood, bruising, bondage, power-struggling, femboys, post-orgasm torture, and teasing.
Dom, switch, or sub: A true wildcard; depending on her mood, she'll do any and all. Switch

Mental State: Cosette is driven, calculating, and ruthless. Given that most of her life she was treated as a precious ornament for her family to be proud and oogle at, the avian has grown rather fond of her accumulated power and doesn't hesitate to use it. Whatever she wants, she gets, no matter the cost. While she is always mindful of the consequences, if something is truly in Cosette's sight, it will be hers one way or another. She has a huge brother complex, given she still mourns the loss of Jean, and she works to carry on his legacy and his business.

Backstory: For many people, family is just excess baggage that you're born with. The constant bickering, the stuffy family events, the scrounging to get by... it's all so dry and humorless. But inversely, there is a small percentage whose familial ties are valued over gold and precious gemstones. For these select few, they would stop at nothing just to please their parents, to uphold the family honor. Such was the nature of the Bioux household: Family first, power second, and the dogs can have the rest.

The Bioux household had their fingers in nearly every business in the free market from textiles to liquor brands; there were even hushed whispers of the family having a claim staked in the private military business. All of this wealth was the life work of one ambitious man: Jansen Bioux. Starting out as a brash, and fairly charismatic hired gun for one of the wealthier crime lords, Jansen came into his fortune in a rather classic gangster way: Flipping his bosses clients to work for him, seizing control of his personal guard, and, eventually, disposing of his employer.

With amassed wealth and power under his belt at the ripe age of 25, Jansen set about expanding his newly stolen empire further. Taking out the cartels and the small time crimelords that once paid homage to his name, the dastardly avian made sure that every and all operation ran through his family and his family alone; no one would even get so much as a whiff of profit if he had not been properly respected. For years, Jansen lived his life in utter luxury, but always so alone. Here he had all this power, and yet no one to succeed him. Setting his sights upon other families of renown, the young dove scoured for a suitable house to join his at the pinnacle of the world.
It so happened that the DuSioux family, comprised of the finest showmen and show women the world had ever seen, was just starting to branch out in his territory. The head of the family, Francoise DuSioux, had been a heavy player in the opium trade overseas using his various theaters as covers for his business. Not only would the added business greatly improve the Bioux family relations overseas, but he also was the father of a gorgeous show girl named Genevieve. A pretty young thing and possessing tremendous talent, Jansen was smitten right away. Call it young passion, but the young dove knew he had to make her his own. The years of courtship left a lot to be desired, but in the end Jansen had won over his prized woman. The two families melded together seamlessly; most of the families trade given as a dowry to Jansen and the Bioux family.

Everything was looking up for Jansen... and then the children came along. Pleased to have a son and heir, the now aging dove set about instilling the family secrets into the young boy, whom he named Jean, after his own father. As for his second child, Cosette, who so closely resembled her mother, Jansen swore she would never experience the grime encrusted hardships that plagued a life of crime; she was his doll, his little one. As such, he often would take Jean away with him on trips, keeping him apprised the family business and away from his sister, and Cosette would spend her days with her mother, learning the ins and outs of show business; such perfect little copies he hoped they both turn out to be.

But what Jansen never counted on was the relationship the siblings would have with each other. Despite his best efforts to keep his heir and his doll separate, the two would often spend days together, just roaming about the town. To Jean, Cosette was a breath of fresh air, someone who didn't place expectations on him, instead just loving his company and the trouble they could get into. He saw what his father saw in Cosette, but perhaps just a bit more wholesome in nature. To Cosette, Jean was everything: a loving brother, a mentor, someone who could show her how to bend the rules. Always being told to be more gentle, to walk upright, to always speak when spoken to... Cosette could barely stand the lessons her mother gave her. It was as if she had no freedom to just be herself. So it was that the pair began to rely on one another, Jansen always looking to blow off steam after a rough job and Cosette always looking to get away from the stuffy old house.

As the years passed, Jean became more and more embroiled with the family business. Successfully handling his own courier business, funneling weapons and narcotics for the various operations his father had founded, it didn't take long for the young chicken hybrid to grow a bit cocky in nature. He still doted upon his sister, who, herself, seemed to be a quick study. Cosette had just about learned all she could to make it to the top of the music scene; her own in-born talent far surpassing that of her mother's. But to the young chicken, it just wasn't satisfying enough... she yearned for something more concrete. So it was that the hangouts with her brother evolved from simple nights out at clubs to her often running jobs with him without their father knowing; Jean always believing it not right that Cosette be left out of the loop when it came to their family.

Jean showed her what ropes he could, having her deliver products to the various clubs she often sang at. It was never anything dangerous, but it was enough to give her a taste of what their lives really were about. Cosette loved every moment of it; the suspense, the raw aggression from the men and women she dealt with... it was intoxicating. To see the rougher side of life when all she knew as silks and gentlemen, it was as if she were finally breathing after all this time. She often struggled to keep her outings a secret from her father, barely hiding her excitement when her brother would come home; she would often slyly try to hide in the parlor or out in the garden, attempting to pay her brother no heed. But for all her secrecy, the golden days of bonding with her brother would eventually come to an end. Jansen, having learned of Cosette's late arrivals for shows and the rumors of a “pretty young bird” among the ranks of the grunts, pieced together what exactly was going on: Jean was defying his wishes.

Unable to stand for the sheer insubordination from his own son, Jansen remedied the situation by giving Jean increasingly difficult and dangerous jobs; jobs that he knew he'd never dare take his sister on. Running guns to the Southern border, delivering kilo upon kilo of narcotics to the wealthy of the North, the jobs always came with a high level of danger; it was a marvel Jean ever made it home. When the usual hangouts didn't happen as often, and when they did Jean was always distant, Cosette began to worry; it wasn't like him to be so... cold. Always running after him, trying to cheer him up or make him comfortable, his response was the same every time: A small pat on the head and a tired, “Thanks, kid.”

Night after night, she would wait for him to come home, to be the breath of freedom that she had come to rely on, but it was always days before he returned. The days turned to weeks, the weeks to months... there were times where she dreaded he'd not return at all. It went on like this for years, each trip taking longer than the next, before it finally wore Cosette down to the point of breaking. Unable to bear seeing her brother run ragged, she approached her father with questions: Why is it always Jean? Where does he go? Why are you giving him these jobs, when it was better suited for the help? It was these questions that sealed her brother's fate. Now with confirmation of Jean attempting to teach his precious doll the tricks and trades of crime, a cardinal rule he was not to break, Jansen had no choice: he had to separate them permanently.

Just as he had overthrown his employers before, Jansen knew that his offspring could pose a threat if they ever lead a united front against him. Rather than have that happen, it fell to him to dispose of the bad seed and attempt to salvage the good one. Lining up a job that entailed overseeing a shipment of cutting edge armaments to the southern jungles, Jansen paid extra for a certain... accident to happen while his son was enroute to his destination; insurgents that opposed the current government were set to ambush Jean and his crew the minute they set foot in the Southern lands. They never stood a chance. And so it came to pass that Cosette's worst nightmare became a reality: one day, her brother would not return. Due to his body never being found, the family was forced to bury and empty casket. Cosette was devastated: the one person who treated her as if she were normal, as if she wasn't some doll to be kept on a shelf and admired from afar... gone.

The funeral was a large affair, a facade to mask the horrid truth behind Jean's death: flowers, an open bar... it was a party that lasted an entire week. While most saw it was a celebration of the boss's son's life, for Jansen it was a victory lap; his prized doll was safe from corruption, and his place at the head of the family was now more secure than ever. As young as she still was, Cosette was left to wander the years to come alone, never knowing a moment of freedom. Gone were the days where she could run, wild and free; her life had seeming ended with her brother's. She blindly followed whatever instructors her mother set her up with, perfecting her talents to one day take the world of entertainment by storm. It seemed like the young chicken had consigned herself to live the life planned for her, but fate had other plans.

When Raskaal, her brother's trusted right hand, had finally come back from a solitary business venture to pay his respects, he spent time with Cosette, sharing in her grief. It was in confiding in him that the ember of freedom began to smolder brighter inside of the young avian, leading the talks with Raskaal to become more than just sharing stories of Jean. They talked at length of his operations, the clients he had still intensely loyal to Jean's way of conducting business... ways that he taught her. Deciding for herself in that instant to smash whatever expectations her father and mother had for her, Cosette resolved to continue her brother's business; it was her time to make him proud. She poured all of her efforts into reviving her brother's business under her father's nose: secret meetings, working day and night with Raskaal to assure that the transition of her brother's clients went smoothly.

With everything in place for her to take over, Cosette set aside resources to investigate into her brother's death; the way her father celebrated that week was unsettling to her. Why had her father sent Jean to the Southlands instead of usual group of grunts familiar with that part of the world? Why did he not even seem to care that his son and heir was dead? Was he always that cold? The truth was that she could ask these question until she was blue in the face, but the answers she was always given seemed rehearsed. But no longer. Now the world would have to tell her the truth. Gone was the innocent little bird that played to the whims of high society. In her place, a new breed of criminal was loose... and she wouldn't be taking “no” for an answer.

Story and character are mine
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