Westa

"W-wah! My bad!"

Class-clown, goon, airhead- any of these words aptly describe the doggirl known as Westa. Discovered alone, at a young age by a kindly young hunter who was out traversing a thick patch of woods one summer evening; a girl who was initially thought to be feral and "irreperable" now resides in a little farm town. She lives a standard life that any girl her age *would* be, for the most part anyway. Having been brought back to the cozy village, the locals were surprisingly accepting and caring of the young girl. She was one of their own, if Westa ever needed anything, any form of help, each and every person would smile with warmth and take her in with open arms. She even had one of her birthdays celebrated by the whole town (well, most people), how cool is that?? Much cake was had that day.

She was adopted by two (you guessed it)- farmers, and since has learned all of the skills she's needed to take over the family business one day! Most everyone in the town knows of the girl with honey-tinted dog ears and a tail; but not really for that, moreso just because Westa is Westa. She's a clumsy dope with a true heart of gold, and more than that, she's a testament to the effect that a bit of compassion, care, and understanding can have on a person. Now in her senior year of highschool, Westa enjoys food, running, smelling things, farming, hanging out with her friends, and making everyone laugh. (Though mostly unintentional)

Quick Stats:

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Dog-girl

Powers: None out of the ordinary, except for acute senses of smell and hearing, and good cardio.

Height: 5 feet 8 inches

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