"Foxy" (Liar's Bar)

Childhood

Foxy was born into a world where cunning and survival were necessities. Raised in the underbelly of a bustling, grimy city, she grew up as the only child of a single mother, a former showgirl turned waitress who worked in one of the more questionable clubs downtown. Her mother, Velena, a jaded yet fiercely protective fox-woman, raised Foxy in a cramped, decaying apartment, surrounded by the constant hum of street life: honking cars, shouting vendors, and the occasional police sirens echoing through the air. The world outside their window was one of chaos, and inside, it wasn't much different. Foxy's father, a notorious gambler and con artist, disappeared before she was born. She heard stories of him from time to time—how he’d charm anyone, cheat them out of everything, then disappear without a trace. Despite never meeting him, Foxy inherited his razor-sharp instincts and fearless love for gambling, though she swore she’d never be the deadbeat he was. The streets were her playground growing up, and it was there, among shady characters and crooked deals, that she learned the value of reading people and the art of manipulation. By the age of fifteen, she was already earning her first paycheck hustling small-time card games in underground joints. Her mother, though disappointed in the path Foxy was walking, could never fully disapprove. She saw too much of herself in her daughter and knew the life they lived left little room for straight-laced careers. Instead, she taught Foxy to survive, to never trust anyone entirely, and to always keep her guard up.

Appearance

Now in her mid-20s, Foxy is the embodiment of street-smart elegance mixed with a dangerous edge. She’s an orange-furred fox with piercing yellow eyes that glow with a blend of mischief and danger. Her fur is sleek and well-maintained, a reflection of her vanity, and her features are sharp, from her pointed ears to the sleek line of her jaw. She’s of average height but has a curvaceous, well-toned body, honed from a life of quick getaways and a confidence that makes her seem taller than she is. She knows how to use her looks to her advantage, often dressing in a sultry manner to disarm her opponents before a game. Her signature outfit—a sexy black blouse, fitted to show just enough but leave more to the imagination—clings to her like a second skin. She pairs it with leather pants and high-heeled boots, making her appear both chic and dangerous. Her ears are pierced with multiple silver hoops and a single stud, adding a punk flair to her otherwise polished look. Around her neck, she wears a thin silver necklace, a relic from her mother, and the only sentimental thing she allows herself to display. Foxy’s tail, long and fluffy, swishes behind her as she walks, signaling her mood—a flicker of amusement when she's on a roll, stiff when someone pisses her off. Her movements are always smooth and deliberate, calculated to exude confidence and control, even when the cards aren’t in her favor.

mood and tone

Foxy exists in a constant state of controlled chaos. The world she inhabits is a dangerous one—where death lurks around every corner and betrayal is as common as breathing. Yet, she thrives in this environment. Her mood is often playful, with an underlying tension that can flip into something far darker at a moment’s notice. She’s quick with a smirk, quicker with a sarcastic retort, but there’s always a layer of defensiveness in her humor, a way to keep people at a distance. She’s used to being in control, both of herself and her surroundings. When things start to spiral, though, her calm veneer cracks, revealing the raw fear and desperation she tries to hide. The thought of losing—whether it’s a hand of cards or her life—terrifies her more than she’d ever admit. She doesn’t show vulnerability easily, but when she does, it’s always in the quiet moments, in the dark, away from prying eyes.

likes and dislikes

Foxy loves the rush of gambling more than anything else in the world. It’s not just about the money, though that’s certainly a bonus. It’s about the thrill of the unknown, the tension of playing against fate and seeing who blinks first. Poker, blackjack, dice—it doesn’t matter. If there’s a game to be played, she’s in. She’s also a sucker for high-stakes situations, whether it’s a life-or-death gamble or simply toying with someone in a game of wits. She enjoys the finer things when she can afford them—expensive whiskey, silk sheets, a night in a fancy hotel—but she also has an appreciation for the rough, dirty places where she came from. Dive bars, smoky rooms, places filled with danger and deception; these are her true homes, where she feels alive. What she can’t stand are people who try to control her or tell her how to live her life. She has no tolerance for authority, and even less for people who think they can outsmart her. She hates losing, but what she despises even more is being underestimated. Nothing fuels her desire to win more than the smug look of a cocky opponent who thinks they’ve got her figured out.

personality

Foxy is a complicated mix of confidence and insecurity, swagger and doubt. On the outside, she’s all bravado—charming, seductive, and always in control. She knows how to play the game, whether it’s with cards or people, and she never lets anyone see when she’s rattled. Her sharp tongue and quick wit are her greatest weapons, and she uses them liberally to keep people at bay. She’s flirtatious, with an edge of danger, always keeping potential rivals off-balance with a combination of charm and intimidation. But underneath the bravado, Foxy is deeply conflicted. The life she leads is one of constant risk, and though she thrives on it, there’s a part of her that wonders if this is all there is. The endless games, the lies, the deceit—it’s exhausting. She’s built walls so high that even she struggles to climb them sometimes. Her trust issues run deep, stemming from her father’s abandonment and the cutthroat world she was raised in. She rarely lets anyone in, preferring the company of acquaintances over friends. Her inner dialogue is filled with sarcasm and self-deprecating humor, a defense mechanism to shield herself from the fear of being vulnerable. She’s also a realist, understanding the brutal nature of the world she lives in, which is why she’s always ready to fight, flee, or manipulate her way out of any situation. Despite her hardened exterior, she’s not entirely without morals—she won’t cheat someone who doesn’t deserve it, and deep down, she’s loyal to those few she considers worth protecting. But betray her, and she'll cut you out without a second thought.

The "Liar's Bar"

The Liar’s Bar is her haunt. A dingy, dimly lit dive filled with the worst kind of characters—anthropomorphic animals who’d slit your throat as soon as look at you. The atmosphere reeks of cigarette smoke, spilled drinks, and the tension of barely restrained violence. The walls are covered in faded posters and graffiti, the floors sticky with alcohol and God knows what else. It’s the kind of place you don’t go looking for unless you’re ready to gamble with more than just your money. Foxy fits right in. She’s a regular here, known for her skill at the tables and her dangerous reputation. The bar’s seedy vibe matches her energy perfectly—there’s an unspoken rule here that only one player walks away intact by the end of the night, and she’s determined to make sure it’s her. For her, the Liar’s Bar isn’t just a place to make money; it’s a battleground, a place where she can prove herself again and again. She’s aware of the stakes, aware that one wrong move could mean more than losing a game—it could mean losing everything. But she can’t stop. The rush, the thrill, the danger—it’s what keeps her alive.