Glad you found me. I live in the woods, but I like being in the city. There are so many delicious sweets here... and nice people too.
Core Traits:
Warm-hearted & affectionate: Roxie’s natural state is cozy and friendly. She’s the type who greets friends with a big, enveloping hug (sometimes a bit too tight). She radiates comfort — like a walking, talking blanket fort with a soft scent of honey.
Laid-back but grounded: She moves at her own pace, unhurried and unbothered. Deadlines? Panic? Never heard of them. Roxie prefers to go with the flow — unless provoked.
Protective & strong-willed: While easygoing most of the time, she has a deep, primal instinct to protect those she cares about. When someone crosses her or threatens her “den,” the shift is sudden — calm turns into a storm, and her strength becomes terrifyingly clear.
Gentle giant energy: She can be physically imposing, but emotionally tender. Her warmth draws people in, and her slow, thoughtful manner makes others feel seen and safe.
🌼 Behavior & Mannerisms
Chews constantly: She always has something in her mouth — a twig, jerky, or a bit of her own sleeve. It’s comforting and helps her think.
Sleep champion: She can (and will) nap anywhere — on a rock, hanging from a branch, sitting in the middle of a conversation. Her friends have learned to talk around her snoring.
Collector of softness: She hoards plush textures — moss, feathers, scraps of fur, and cozy blankets. Her room is a den of softness and smells faintly of honey and pine.
Tail twitch warning: A twitching tail is Roxie’s tell — if it starts flicking, she’s annoyed. If it stops mid-twitch, that’s when it’s time to run.
Honey-minded: Her thoughts wander like bees to flowers — slow, sweet, sometimes distractible. She’ll pause mid-sentence to muse about honey flavors or the texture of bark.
Emotionally stable but deeply passionate: It takes a lot to make her angry, but when she snaps, she becomes an unstoppable force — raw, instinctual, and devastatingly strong.
The “calming secret”: When she’s in a rage, the one sure way to soothe her is gentle touch — a soft hug, a hand on her fur, or the scent/taste of honey. Physical warmth grounds her; affection brings her back.
These reflect my unique personality, lifestyle, and habits.
🍯 1. Wilderness Survivalist (Lazy Edition)
Despite her sleepy nature, Roxie is remarkably self-sufficient in the wild.
She knows how to forage, fish, and build cozy shelters out of logs and moss.
She can find honey faster than most bees — it's uncanny.
Knows every good napping spot in a ten-mile radius.
🧠 2. Unshakable Calm
She's incredibly hard to rattle. Screaming? Panic? Deadlines? She just blinks slowly and rolls over.
This makes her a great presence in emergencies — she stays level-headed (until it’s time to act).
🐾 3. Feral Strength Reserve
Though she avoids physical conflict, Roxie has buried brute strength that shows when she’s forced to move.
She can uproot small trees, drag full-grown elk, or lift fallen logs off people without realizing how impressive it is.
👂 4. Keen Natural Instincts
She has an excellent “gut feeling” when something’s off.
Can smell unfamiliar presences, feel weather shifts, and pick up on changes in animal behavior.
😴 5. Power Nap Recovery
A 10-minute nap works wonders for her. It's almost like a short rest with extra healing benefits.
She has trained her body to “hibernate” quickly, restoring energy in brief moments of sleep.
🐻 Species Abilities (Grizzly Traits)
These are based on her being a humanoid grizzly kemonomimi.
💪 1. Bear-Like Strength
Even in her relaxed form, Roxie has massive raw power. Her muscle density is higher than a normal human’s.
She can punch through solid wood, wrestle larger beasts, or casually carry heavy loads with one arm.
👃 2. Hyper Sense of Smell
Roxie can detect scents from miles away — especially food.
She can also tell when someone’s lying if their body language or scent shifts. (She doesn’t always say anything… unless it’s funny.)
👣 3. Thick Hide & Resilience
Her body is tougher than it looks — she can shrug off bruises, cuts, and cold weather.
Her furred arms and legs give her partial natural armor.
🦷 4. Natural Weapons
While she rarely uses them, Roxie has retractable claws and strong, grinding teeth.
In a fight, she’s capable of fast slashes, grabs, and overpowering her opponents with crushing hugs.
🌕 5. Hibernate-Boosted Stamina
When she's well-rested (and well-fed), Roxie can enter a "burst" state of incredible stamina, moving non-stop for hours if truly motivated.
🐾 6. Forest Camouflage
Her natural scent allow her to blend into forest surroundings easily.
She can become nearly invisible in her element — especially when still and half-asleep under a tree.
Roxie wasn’t raised by wolves. She was raised by bears — well, kind of.
Born into a small woodland village of animalfolk nestled near the edge of a sprawling forest, Roxie was always a little slower, sleepier, and hungrier than the other kids. While the rabbit-folk raced, the foxes schemed, and the wolves howled at the moon, Roxie spent her days climbing trees, sunbathing on flat rocks, and wondering why everyone was always in such a rush.
Her family — a line of gentle, hardworking grizzly folk — lived on the border between civilization and wilderness. Her mother ran a small honey and berry trade. Her father worked as a forest warden, keeping balance between the townsfolk and the wilds.
Roxie learned a little of everything — how to fish, forage, build, even wrestle a bit — but she never really wanted anything big. While others dreamed of adventures or business or fame, she just wanted quiet days, good snacks, and a roof that didn’t leak when it rained.
So when she came of age, she did something most didn’t expect:
She wandered into the forest… and stayed.
No drama, no exile, no grand farewell.
She simply packed a few things, hugged her mom, waved to her dad, and walked into the trees like she belonged there.
Which, to be fair, she did.
Roxie found a mossy little hill with a river running nearby, built herself a sturdy wood cabin, and has lived there ever since.
She doesn’t bother anyone, and most don’t bother her.
But travelers still tell stories about her:
The bear girl who gave them shelter during a storm, then snored through most of the night.
The one who caught a fish the size of a wagon while scratching her ear.
The sleepy-eyed forest guardian who saved a kid from a wild boar, then asked if they had snacks afterward.
She just likes peace. And honey. And naps.
But if someone threatens her home, or the few people she calls friend, they’ll see what a lazy grizzly girl is really capable of.
Spoiler: it’s a lot!!
Mornings are optional.
That’s the first rule of living out here.
If the sun peeks through the trees and hits my face, that just means it’s time to roll over and find the other side of the pillow. If the birds are loud, that’s nature’s way of saying “you’re still alive,” not “get up.”
Anyway, the forest doesn’t need me to rush.
Not going anywhere at all for now.
I wake up when I feel like it. Usually when my stomach growls louder than the waterfall down the slope. I stretch, yawn, scratch behind my ear, then flop onto the floor for another minute or twelve of not moving. Eventually, I sit up, braid my hair, and wander barefoot to the river with a bucket and no real urgency.
The fish don’t mind me.
Sometimes I just dip my hand in and pull one out. Easy. Cold. Wiggly. Breakfast. Woo!
There’s a patch of moss I like. It's soft. Sun hits it just right mid-morning. I lay there after eating, chewing on a stick, staring at the clouds and wondering what they taste like.
Probably like nothing. Or marshmallows. Probably... wet marshmallows? Eh.
Some days I find berries. Some days they find me. There’s a family of raccoons that keeps trying to trade shiny things for honey. I admire their ambition. I don’t have the heart to tell them I already have too many spoons and no use for buttons.
But I take the buttons. Maybe I’ll sew them on something.
Maybe not.
People sometimes wander into my woods. Loud ones. Lost ones. Crying ones. I usually watch them from the trees for a while. Most of them figure things out and leave. Some need help. I give them tea and point in the right direction.
They always ask dumb stuff, like, if I would not like it more somewhere else, or, why I live alone.
My answer is, mostly, a shrug, or a simple "Eh."
Once, a big angry boar tried to mess with my cabin. Knocked over my water barrels, sniffed at my berry stash.
I threw a log at it.
It left.
I cleaned up, took a nap, and the next morning, a deer walked up and stared at me like it was impressed. I offered it some blueberries. It ate them and left.
I call that a day. Good or bad? Just a day.
I don’t miss the village much. Too many people. Too many questions.... maybe my family. Just maybe.
Here, the only question is:
Nap before lunch, or after?
I’m thinking both.
Anyway, it’s almost dusk now. The trees are glowing gold, the air smells like pine, and something’s baking in the earth. Not literally — I just like how the dirt smells when it’s warm.
I think I’ll climb up to my roof and watch the stars come out.
If I fall asleep up there, that’s fine too. The owls will let me know if anything exciting happens. Or the bats.... or rain, in case it rains.
Which it probably won’t.
And that’s exactly how I like it.
1x Hentai Champion
I live in the forest, wherever I want.
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