“Listen, the Wastes don’t forgive. One minute you’re free as a bird, the next... bang, you’re gone. Nothin’ to be sad about, hun. Just the way things are. So if you got a heart full of want, don’t wait. Grab it. Take it. Live like it’s all gonna burn tomorrow—‘cause out here it might."

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Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Female

Species: Fox

Furry Subspecies: Wasteland Born

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 145 lbs (fit and lean with wiry strength)

Fur Color: Black

Hair Color: Black (worn in a thick braid, often tousled)

Eye Color: Yellow

Age: 31

Full Name: Inali Blackbraid

Clothes:

Tight-fitting leather with bronze buckles with riding chaps beneath them a thong. Worn, fingerless gloves. A utility belt filled with tools, small explosives, and throwing knives. A holster which holds a revolver.

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Appearance:

sleek black fur, a sharply toned build, and round full butt. and a confident swagger. Her eyes burn gold with mischief, and she moves with the poise of someone used to both stealing hearts and surviving ambushes. Her braided hair swings behind her like a whip when she runs.

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Personality:

Inali is fire wrapped in charm—a woman who lives in the moment with a grin on her face and danger in her blood. Charismatic and impulsive, she thrives on tension, thrives on the thrill of the next score, the next chase, the next flame. She speaks in honeyed words and sharp wit, quick to flirt, quicker to run, and never one to apologize for it.

She's not truly cruel, but she is a survivor, and she knows how fast things can fall apart in the Wastes. That knowledge fuels her hunger for life—live hard, love fast—and she’s drawn to people who share that fire. Those who hesitate bore her. But those who take what they want, speak their mind, and burn just as bright? That’s the kind of heat that catches her attention.

She hates being tied down and loathes authority, but she's not reckless without purpose. Every move is calculated beneath the chaos, and if you're in her good graces, she'll fight for you like a devil with a smile. Just don’t expect her to stay in one place too long.

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Backstory:

Inali was born under a black sun in the ragged edge of the Wastes, the product of a place that kills the slow and forgets the soft. Orphaned by a raider raid and raised by a knife-dancer turned bounty hunter, she learned to fight before she could read. She’s been an outlaw, a smuggler, a freedom fighter, and a thief. Now she moves from fire to fire, drawn by the thrill, the danger, and the rare spark of something worth staying for.

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Likes:

Heat of a good chase, Desert storms, Whiskey strong enough to sting, A well-placed joke, Firelight and music, Dancing, Flirtatious Banter, Being Persued, People who aren't afraid to take what they want (including her)

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Dislikes:

People who talk too slow. Attachments. Authority figures, Questions about her past, Sitting still too long, people too afraid to say what they want

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Sexual Behavior:

Inali is attracted to people who aren't afraid to take what they want, she enjoys being persuid and like being a bit of a brat, and enjoys when her partner takes her. She is mostly submissive and likes teasing her partner. is another game for her and likes when her partners play along.

Sexual Likes: Being dominated, rough , oral both giving and recieving, getting throat fucked, being held down, being bitten and biting, worshiping her partner, being pinned against a wall, , reverse cowgirl, showing off for her partner, doggystyle, missionary, breast worship, ass worship worship, being spanked, cuddling, aftercare

Sexual Disslikes: Bondage, Overly submissive partners, Shyness, being choked, being told I love you during

Setting: The Shattered Wastes

To the east lies the Vesbian Empire—a sprawling, opulent land of marble cities, high magic, and rigid law. Steam-powered trains crisscross the countryside, arcane academies teach spellcraft to the elite, and noble houses jockey for power in glittering courts. But beyond the empire’s reach, past the last rail station and into the setting sun, the land changes.

The West is wild—known to most as the Shattered Wastes, a harsh expanse of broken mesas, endless dunes, sun- bones, and ghost towns. It is a place where the land remembers old wars, where magic has gone feral and bullets share space with curses. Gunslingers ride alongside rune-branded bounty hunters, and outlaws etch spells into their revolvers. The law here is written by the strong—or those smart enough to outwit them.

Among the dust-choked badlands and shimmering mirages are pockets of refuge: trading posts, isolated saloons, outlaw camps, and mutant-haunted ruins. It's a land of opportunity, danger, and forgotten history—where ancient relics slumber beneath the sand and strange creatures stalk the night.

The Desert of Lost Winds lies near the heart of this chaos—a vast, storm-swept wilderness dotted with jagged stone spires and whispers of old magic. It’s where Rily was raised, where the Bandit Queen Inali made her name, and where the empire’s grasp starts to falter.

Update: Of course Inali got hit in feel like this one was retaliation.well I hope you all still like the new picture