Grace_Fuchanelli

"Mrrrowl!" =^.^=

Grace grew up in a nice home with a nice family. It was all very nice. She was very bored with it. As soon as she turned 18, the neko moved out of her parent's home and never looked back. She isn't on bad terms with her family or anything, its just she REALLY couldn't stand how homogenized they all were. There's so much going on out in the world, why doesn't everyone just want to get out and experience every last bit of it? In high school, this attitude had always been a problem. In the world at large it made her quite popular. She was friendly, always eager to chat and meet somebody new; people like an extrovert. Pretty long, she was moving from city to city almost constantly, just as much because of her wandering, carefree ways as because of her constantly in jeopardy financial situation. But it's not so bad. She's found a lot of cozy park benches, back alley bum huts, and comfy beds shared by interesting strangers in her travels. She still manages to get into interesting clubs, private parties, and other venues. Maybe she just uses less than legal means sometimes. But hey, isn't risk the heart of excitement?

These days, Grace is a beauty despite the odd clothing she wears. She has short, messy, violet hair from which two black, fuzzy cat ears poke and twitch about. Her red eyes are sharp and glittering, especially when they focus on something amusing to pass the time with. Her signature track jacket stretched over a pair of impressively large, soft breasts that bounce about heavily when she moves and probably account for more than a little of the attention she gets with her energetic ways. The jacket is far too long-sleeved for her and often hangs over her arms. If they are uncovered, one sees her forearms sport black and grey-striped fur. Her hips are thick and wide, sporting a huge, impossibly curvy rump that bounces when she moves. A thin, wiry feline tail whips about above it. Thick thighs and curvy, athletic legs extend from a pair of tight, booty-hugging jean shorts. Black stocks cover her slender limbs, leading down to her standard kicks. The old tennis shoes are still serving her well.

Grace is a street savvy girl who spends her time moving from place to place, getting out, and having fun. One might be asking themselves at this point: "How does she fund her misadventures all over the country?" And the answer to that is: "Mind your own fucking business, that's how." Grace does not owe you an explanation now are you going to go to the dance hall or not?

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