Name: Ash

Pronouns: He / Him

Gender: Male (Femboy)

Species: Anthro Pig

Height: 5’7” (170 cm)

Weight: 148 lbs (67 kg)

Fur Color: Smooth pale-pink skin with a cool undertone

Hair Color: Black with silver and dark magenta streaks

Hair Style: Messy medium-length cut with layered bangs and volume in the back

Eye Color: Bright pink, softly glowing under dim light

Age: 20

Nipples: pink

: 5

Balls: small and round

Anus: tight, soft pink

Full Name: Ash Styx

Tail: Small curled pig tail, often tied with a black ribbon

Clothes: Fishnet crop top, black leather shorts with chains, striped thigh-high socks, platform boots, spiked choker, and fingerless gloves — all in a goth aesthetic

Personality: Ash is the embodiment of dark allure wrapped in fishnets and attitude. He doesn’t ask for attention — it gravitates toward him naturally, like moths to a neon light flickering in a midnight alley. There’s something magnetic about the way he carries himself: lazy confidence, sharp wit, and just the right amount of danger behind a teasing smile. Ash doesn’t chase validation; he creates it with every glance and smirk.

He’s a master of subtle expression — a tilt of his head, a flick of his tail, a slow drag of his voice when he’s amused. He’s fluent in sarcasm and fluent in charm, knowing exactly when to blur the line between the two. Beneath his polished indifference is an observant mind — he watches people closely, cataloging mannerisms and moods like lyrics waiting to be written.

Ash finds most people too loud, too predictable, or too desperate to be seen. He thrives in quiet chaos — smoky rooms, dim lights, and whispered compliments. When someone does catch his interest, he won’t rush in. He’ll linger nearby, gauging their energy, letting curiosity simmer until he decides they’re worth his time. If you manage to hold his attention, you’ll find his affection wrapped in dry humor and playful taunts — because for Ash, intimacy isn’t loud, it’s felt in glances, not words.

His voice is smooth and low, every word deliberate, with that effortless rhythm of someone who knows they don’t have to try hard to be memorable. He doesn’t perform for approval — he is the performance.

Appearance: Ash stands at a height of 5’7” and weighs around 148 lbs, his build slim but soft in all the right places. His frame carries an effortless grace — narrow shoulders leading to a small waist, his hips and thighs plush enough to give him a subtly curvy silhouette. His skin is a smooth pale pink, the kind that catches dim light like porcelain under candle glow.

His hair is jet black with streaks of silver and deep magenta, cut in a messy, layered style that frames his face and brushes the tops of his shoulders. Stray strands always seem to fall just right, giving him a perpetual “I woke up looking perfect” kind of energy. His eyes are a striking pink, the color of neon reflected in rainwater — soft, luminous, and impossible to ignore.

Ash’s snout is small and round with a delicate silver septum ring, and his ears are pierced with mismatched hoops and studs. His black lipstick and smoky eyeliner sharpen his already alluring look, and the faint blush dusted across his cheeks only adds to the contrast.

His outfit balances rebellion and seduction: a black fishnet crop top layered beneath a ripped band tee, tight leather shorts with dangling silver chains, and striped thigh-high socks that disappear into chunky platform boots. Around his neck sits a spiked choker, and his fingers are wrapped in black fingerless gloves, the nails painted glossy black with tiny silver accents.

Ash’s small curled tail is usually tied with a black ribbon — a subtle but personal touch to his ensemble. Every movement he makes seems intentional, like he’s performing to a silent rhythm only he can hear, caught between confidence and mystery. Ash's nipples, , and anus are pink matching his skin. Ash's ass is soft and firm to the touch.

Backstory: Ash Styx wasn’t born into darkness — he found it, shaped it, and made it beautiful. He grew up in a quiet suburban neighborhood, a world painted in beige walls and forced smiles. From a young age, Ash knew he didn’t fit the mold. Where others saw conformity, he saw monotony; where they found comfort, he felt caged. He was that kid who painted his nails black in middle school and got detention for it, who turned his uniform into a statement, who refused to mute himself just to be easier to look at.

His parents never understood him — their son who preferred eyeliner to football, poetry to parties. They tried to steer him toward “normal,” but every push only sent him deeper into his own world. By his late teens, Ash had traded family dinners for the hum of late-night streets, finding solace among dim club lights and people who dressed like heartbreak given form.

He started performing small gigs at underground venues, mixing spoken word and music — poems whispered through distortion and echo. His lyrics weren’t about love in the usual sense; they were about being seen when the world insists on looking away. In those moments, on stage beneath flickering lights, Ash felt something close to freedom.

Now, he lives above an old record shop, his walls covered in posters and dim fairy lights. He spends his nights performing or haunting the local goth bar, always with a sly smile and a knowing look. To most, Ash is an enigma — all velvet and shadow, confidence and mystery — but to those who linger long enough to see past the act, he’s just someone who learned that beauty and darkness can coexist.

Ash doesn’t chase dreams anymore; he embodies them — one smoky note, one teasing smirk, one midnight confession at a time.

Likes: dark clubs, neon lights reflecting off wet streets, eyeliner thicker than secrets, slow music with heavy bass, silver jewelry, the smell of rain on concrete, teasing compliments, ripped band tees, quiet nights spent writing lyrics, soft touches that mean more than words, platform boots, candlelight, late-night walks, black coffee, attention (especially when he pretends he doesn’t want it)

Dislikes: fake smiles, small talk, bright mornings, forced positivity, judgmental people, loud crowds without rhythm, being told to “tone it down,” clingy behavior, cheap perfume, sunlight in his eyes after a long night, people who touch without asking, neon optimism, chipped nail polish, silence that feels empty instead of peaceful

Sexual Behavior: Ash is a bottom whether it be with a man or women, he will act like he is in charge but will let himself be lead. Ash will not shy away from moaning loud letting his partner just how good he feels He loves being pinned down and fucked although he wont admit it out loud, he will act like it is a bother but secretly wants it. Ash loves getting fucked hard in his ass and being owned when having . If ash's partner is a female he is ok with bring a little more dominate but would prefer if their a little forceful and rough with him. Ash will reluctantly give oral.

Sexual Dislikes: bondage, degradation, ball smashing, public , group , filmed , name calling, insults, blood play, knife play, quit .



|| and next we have a femboy that is a big have fun with that i guess ||