
Nucia Feverfew On An Adventure
My Fursona OC, Nui, if she was born in the Victorian period as an Afghan Hound. I will hunt you down if you use her for your own RP without my permission.
A tall and lithe anthropomorphed Afghan Hound, her albinism is the first thing people notice about her generally. She wears luxurious Victorian dresses in a number of colors as well as her ears and hair in a bun with a pearl-topped tine. She carries herself with grace, as she is a lady of higher breeding. Though quiet and shy, she's quite educated for a lady of the time. Only her closest friends will see her excited or talkative.
Born to a wealthy family, her mother and father are popular ateliers of the time, her mother being a seamstress, her father being a 7th generation hatter. He continued his family's legacy of their unique hats of the finest materials. He diversified with lumber, but continued to make hats in the style of the men who came before him in the Feverfew family.
Sadly this would not last. Due to the toxic nature of the milinary profession, her father eventually went insane due to long term Mercury poisoning, killing her mother, her baby brother, and almost her. He was sent to a Sanitarium where he eventually languished and died. She was only eleven at the time.
After she buried her family, she was sent to live with her eccentric spinster Aunt, Genevieve Feverfew, out in the deep country. Mme Feverfew made sure Nucia was taught of the world as well as the thereafter. Raised as a witch, she practiced all manner of traditions landing on a mix of traditional paganism and afro-centric folk magic. Famed for her work with seances and the dead, she remains a mystery to those who know her abroad. She acts as a local apothecary to her few and distant neighbors, all owed to her exceptionally green thumb.
She inherited everything from her Father and now late Aunt uncontested, making the world her oyster. She maintains the lumber mill by broker and letter, visiting and meeting the workers quarterly. She is a kindly governess, but seldom leaves her house.
She is, however, always happy to receive visitors. Please stop by the Feverfew home! She sees tea and cakes in her future...
A tall and lithe anthropomorphed Afghan Hound, her albinism is the first thing people notice about her generally. She wears luxurious Victorian dresses in a number of colors as well as her ears and hair in a bun with a pearl-topped tine. She carries herself with grace, as she is a lady of higher breeding. Though quiet and shy, she's quite educated for a lady of the time. Only her closest friends will see her excited or talkative.
Born to a wealthy family, her mother and father are popular ateliers of the time, her mother being a seamstress, her father being a 7th generation hatter. He continued his family's legacy of their unique hats of the finest materials. He diversified with lumber, but continued to make hats in the style of the men who came before him in the Feverfew family.
Sadly this would not last. Due to the toxic nature of the milinary profession, her father eventually went insane due to long term Mercury poisoning, killing her mother, her baby brother, and almost her. He was sent to a Sanitarium where he eventually languished and died. She was only eleven at the time.
After she buried her family, she was sent to live with her eccentric spinster Aunt, Genevieve Feverfew, out in the deep country. Mme Feverfew made sure Nucia was taught of the world as well as the thereafter. Raised as a witch, she practiced all manner of traditions landing on a mix of traditional paganism and afro-centric folk magic. Famed for her work with seances and the dead, she remains a mystery to those who know her abroad. She acts as a local apothecary to her few and distant neighbors, all owed to her exceptionally green thumb.
She inherited everything from her Father and now late Aunt uncontested, making the world her oyster. She maintains the lumber mill by broker and letter, visiting and meeting the workers quarterly. She is a kindly governess, but seldom leaves her house.
She is, however, always happy to receive visitors. Please stop by the Feverfew home! She sees tea and cakes in her future...
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This is a very pretty piece of pixil art. If I may say, you came very close to capturing the magic of the point and click era of game art.
I really like your lady too, her backstory is delightfully dark and fitting for the period. Victorian characters can be a LOT of fun. I think your sona perfectly illustrates why.
I really like your lady too, her backstory is delightfully dark and fitting for the period. Victorian characters can be a LOT of fun. I think your sona perfectly illustrates why.
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