Cassidy's character sheet & mini-update

The fourth monthly character sheet has arrived, featuring Cassidy, the vixen! This sheet goes accompanied with a story, which you can find down below.  This sheet, along with an NSFW version of both the sheet and the story can be found on the website over at http://www.koboldadventure.com/charsheet/index.html#cassidy

The version number has been updated to 2.435 (Huckleberry). The mute button has been made more visible, and more coherent with the rest of the UI. The fan art page, the contribution guide, the character sheets page, the credits and the gallery now have id-tags for their primary segments, allowing you to refer to specific parts of the page (as you can see in the link to Cassidy's character sheet). Nobody will ever use this feature, but I thought it was cool to include.

So, Cassidy's backstory. As usual, bigger than I thought it would be. Reveals some interesting characters which Kobold Adventure may feature in the future.  I highly recommend reading the NSFW version instead of this one, but both are kind of nice. Spoilers ahead. Read at your own discretion.

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Part one: sunshine and rainbows

Cassidy Butterscotch is a female, anthropomorphic fox in the prime of her life, breeding kobolds in a run-down village on the outskirts of Varanar. Formerly the wife to a prestigious farmer, all that remains of her vulpine husband is the farm they bought together. The acres of land he once used to work have all gone barren, overrun by weeds and wildlife. When Moe encounters the nudist woman, she tries to trick the kobold into becoming one of her livestock.

Instead of falling for her ruse, Moe can share tea with her. She can be murdered in cold blood, or she can buy the kobold as a slave. Whether you talk to her, kill her, or get bought by her, the vixen will surely never forget her fateful encounter with the determined, green-scaled kobold. If the two meet at all, that is.

Born into a loving family of purebred foxes, Cassidy was never devoid of care and attention when she was little. Her father, a hard-working man named Cyrus, was especially fond of his tiny girl. The two played and laughed and had fun together for most of her youngest years. When he wasn't busy working, he spent every waking moment together with his darling child. She was the pride and joy of his existence, a spot she snagged from her own mother, who had fallen from her husband's grace.

Flora Butterscotch, last name granted to her by her other half. She used to own a flower shop in town, which she gave up when she became pregnant with Cassidy. Despite loving her husband with all of her heart, something was missing from their relationship. Especially after giving birth, her overly gentle spouse could no longer satisfy her. He couldn't sate her rising need.

Part two: clouds and a breeze

Cyrus was, perhaps, a bit too concerned with their daughter. If he'd spent even half the time romancing Flora as he did playing with Cassidy, the older vixen wouldn't have grown so frustrated. The few hours they did spend together, were often cut short by their attention-hogging child. She tried many times, to let him know that she wanted them to be together more often, but he never seemed to get the message. And thus, the shaky foundations of their relationship began to fall apart.

As Cassidy grew old enough to start attending a church-ran school, her life at home was no longer all sunshine and rainbows. While they tried to hide their disagreements from their daughter as best as they could, the young canine often came home to the lovely sounds of her parents arguing. At such a young, impressionable age, the constant back-and-forth left a traumatic mark on the girl's mind, bad memories she would carry with her for the rest of her life.

Not too long after Cassidy began her education, the merchant her father worked his ass off for went out of business. The shop itself was thriving, but the owner had racked up a considerable gambling debt. One that could not be repaid without selling everything. And just like that, Cyrus was left unemployed.

Part three: raindrops and wind

Reduced to odd jobs here and there, the money he made was barely enough to keep the family fed and clothed. Despite trying his very hardest, he fox was simply not fit to perform most manual labor in town. There were horses and ogres and orcs and bears and half a dozen other larger species eager to work for less than he was asking. But, Flora had an idea. A way to fix all of their problems.

Prostitution. He vehemently begged her not to do it, but Cyrus was powerless to stop his dead-set spouse. One fateful night, she broke his heart by walking out of the front door. The next morning, she returned with an entire bag full of gold. Enough to sustain them for an entire month. But she wasn't going to stop there. She liked it.

Cyrus was devastated. In the span of a week, it was as though all the vibrancy had been drained from his fur. His jolly, cheerful demeanor turned sourand bitter. Cassidy suffered the most from this. While the constant money-arguments were a thing of the past, and her family could afford properfood once more, her father was no longer interested in playing with her. The man she looked up to the most, had been broken down into a husk of his former self. And it hurt every evening she had to go to sleep without being tucked in, without being read a bedtime story, without so much as a good night from her dad, blankly staring at the door, waiting for his wife to come home.

But the family had not hit rock bottom yet. There was still a long way down to go. Instead of leaving the house to do her job, Flora began to invite her suitors to her home. Cyrus tried to stand up to them, but there was only so much a lone fox could do against someone twice his size. And so, Cassidy came home to her father crying in a corner, bruised and beaten, while her mother was in the bedroom with another man.

Part four: thunder and lightning

Things deteriorated from thereonout. Cassidy's father grew even more detached and distant. He was frequently beaten up by his wife's more violent clients. They began to show up in groups, and showed no regard to the family's property or privacy. There was little that Cyrus dared to deny them. The only thing he was still willing to fight for, was his growing daughter. They could not, and they would not lay their hands on her.

Several nights, sometimes even multiple in a row, Cassidy was made to spend at a nearby inn, to save her from the worst of the violence. With her maturing body, and her peculiar household situation, it came to nobody's surprise that she grew an early interest in boys. At the inn, she met with a lovely young fox by the name of Horus Cinnamon, working as a maid, of the male variety.

He was clever, insightful and funny. He offered a listening ear, for her to vent about how horrible things were at home, and a strong, but somewhat feminine shoulder to cry on whenever she felt emotional. In a way, he reminded her of her father, before things took a turn for the worse.

The church-ran school shut down. Lack of funding. It's not like the nuns had much left to teach the aging population of their classes. And so, Cassidy was left with a choice. Spend time at home, or help out her boyfriend with his work. An easy decision. Cleaning rooms together was far more fun than watching her father get beat up by rude, burly men. Plus, she earned a bit of pocket money in the process. On top of that, the owner of the inn, understanding of the young vulpine's situation, let her sleep there for free, as long as she put in some good work. Spending time at the inn was almost enough to make her forget about home. Almost.

Part five: cloudburst

It was inevitable. Everyone knew it was coming. Cyrus put up a bit too much of a fight. One of the men brought a knife. One thing lead to another. He didn't survive the night. He was found dead in the streets, halfway between home and the inn. Bled out to the point where he could no longer walk. Then, he crawled for half a block, leaving a large trail of blood in his wake, before finally collapsing onto the cold, hard ground. He wanted to see his daughter, one last time. But even that, he could not do.

Cyrus died a failure. But in Cassidy's eyes, he was a hero. He was her hero. He was her father. He died, trying to see her. It was his last wish, that she stay as far away from her mother's corruptive influence as she possibly could. And that wish would be honored.

While the fatherless canine grieved, wept and mourned at her daddy's grave, her boyfriend was lured home by her mother. He reminded her of her lost husband, as much as he reminded Cassidy of her father. In secret, they began to see each other. The younger vixen never caught wind of her boyfriend's affair. He loved her, but her mother was so much more experienced and wild. He was torn between the two.

Luckily, it was very rare for all three of the foxes to be assembled in one place. Cassidy avoided her mother like the plague, rightfully blaming her for what happened to dad. As the older vixen used the money she made to build her very own brothel, the younger girl and her boyfriend pooled their saved up funds together, to buy a large house in a rural hamlet, outside of the city walls. The day the Golden Fox was opened for business, the growing couple moved away from Varanar.

Part six: the eye of the storm

Horus worked the fields, Cassidy sold the produce. She cooked and cleaned, and every day he came home, he had a warm meal, a warm bath and a warm bed to look forwards to. A few months later, they got married. The entire village came to celebrate. Even that one old owl, who never really seemed to talk to anyone outside of his store. Cinnamon and Butterscotch. They were made for one another.

Life was good. Simple, but good. It was nice, to be away from the crowded city-center. Sure, the house was a bit too big for the two of them, and farming was a dirty job when compared to cleaning inn rooms, but it was wholesome and rewarding. They grew their own food, and whatever was left over, was sold for gold. Most importantly, they were far away from Flora. But distance alone, wasn't enough to disssuade Horus.

Cassidy was much like her father. A genuinely nice person and a good spouse, but a bit vanilla. Her husband had hoped that a taste of country life would spice things up a little, but alas, his wife remained meek and tame. She loved him too much to treat him like her mother used to do. And that was not something the lusty fox could stay away from for long.

Instead of working the fields, Horus snuck away to spend time with Flora in secret. At first, it was a one time thing. But he couldn't get enough of it. More and more frequently, he abandoned his duties to cheat on his wife with her mother. When caught, he'd come up with some stupid excuse like running off to buy a new plow, or asking a friend in Varanar for farming tips. His lies were transparent, but Cassidy was blindly loyal to her other half. He was probably preparing a big surprise for her, or something.

Part seven: downpour

Flora wasn't content with Horus' sporadic visits. She wanted more of his nourishing presence. She invited him, to come run the Golden Fox with her. His deepest, darkest desires would become a reality. A reality, which he would be paid for. Far more than he could ever make, farming mud in the middle of nowhere.

It was a difficult decision to make. Staying at a farm with the love of his life, or becoming a rich business owner in the middle of town, living out his every fantasy. In the end, it wasn't the money that convinced him. It was the the promise of complete liberation. To be free to do whatever he wanted, instead of being a slave to crops. It was his dream, and if he had to break Cassidy's heart to get there, then so be it.

Horus couldn't muster up the courage to tell her. To say that he wanted to split up. That he'd be happier living with her mother. She wouldn't understand. Like most days, without informing his wife, he snuck away from the hamlet, headed for the city. He never returned.

For weeks, the young vixen waited, hoping her lover would return. She feared the worst. That he'd been abducted. Killed. Forcibly conscripted into a militia. Taken out by rival farmers. Arrested by a corrupt guard. The thought that he'd willingly left her, never crossed the vulpine's mind. Every day he stayed away, she died a little more. After many months, her tears ran dry. She accepted the fact that he was gone.

Part eight: wreckage

Cassidy, alone, could not run the farm. She wasn't cut out to work the fields, and she didn't know the first thing about growing crops. The food they'd stockpiled in the barn was running out. Good. It reminded her of Horus, whenever she took a bite. She missed her husband so much.

She needed a new source of income. But what could she, a lone woman, do with a large farm and acres of land? Selling the place crosssed her mind, but then she'd be homeless, and the gold would only last her for so long. As a last resort, she could crawl back to her mother, and mooch for money, something the vixen had vowed to never do.

No. There had to be another way. Cassidy wouldn't betray her father's legacy, no matter what. Running low on food and on options, it was as though a miracle had happened, when the answer to her problems presented itself on a wooden platform in the center of the hamlet. A slaver selling a kobold. Business as usual for some. A life-changing event for the vixen.

Using the last of the money she had left, Cassidy bought the slave. Chained it up in the stables. Inviting a few other kobolds, it wasn't long until the slave became pregnant. Selling authentic kobold breastmilk, the vulpine was able to afford a second slave. And then a third. The fourth, a male, she caught herself. It's not like they had any rights. All she had to do was wrangle them, tie them up, and the rest was history.

Epilogue: clear skies

Meat. Eggs, or milk depending on whether they were purebred or mutts. The profits weren't great, but more than plenty to live off of. Costs were exceedingly low. A bit of hay, a few morsels of stale bread every now and again. They didn't need much. Kobolds proved to be the perfect cattle for a lone vulpine rancher. They were small, weak, pliable and dumb enough to easily keep under control.

Cassidy made sure that her livestock knew she was in control. More than once, she cracked a riding crop to maintain order. She became far more dominant and assertive. Self-confident, to the point where she willfully eschewed clothing, preferring to walk around naked. And while she'd never admit it, not even to herself, she ended up preferring the company of certain kobolds, over the presence of more advanced species.

A few were sold as pets or slaves, some remained as breeders and cows, a lot were taken by the butcher and carved up for meat. Others were keepers, the vixen's own little group of favorites. Although she was still young, it seemed that Cassidy had finally found her way in life. She didn't have much to be proud of, but at least she had her kobolds. And in a way, they had her, too. They all hated it at first, but some came to love their mistress, almost as much as she loved them.

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And that is the tale of Cassidy Butterscotch. So, writing on the new scene is progressing at a decent pace. I don't know if I'll be able to finish all of it before Monday, but definitely  a big chunk of it. Update at the end of this week, or the start of the next one. I'm sure you'll like it.

Anyway, that's all for now. The NSFW picture (but not the story) will be posted for Patrons in a bit. Tomorrow, or the day after that, I'll put up a poll for whose sheet to make next. Thank you all for your continued interest in Kobold Adventure. I'll see you guys during the next episode of Making a Vixen Die: The Adventure!