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Seir Reference sheets

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I normally dont post the reference sheets for my characters, but this one by
turned out so amazing I just had to!

This is Seir, she was my first furry character well before I even new I was a furry. She was a DnD character I had that was involved in a campaign that lasted well over a decade. As such she reached max level and was capably of some pretty amazing feats.

This reference sheet shows some of the major parts of her life, both as a cub and as an adult, and all are from the DnD campaign.


Name: Seir
Species: Mouse
Height: 4 foot 1
Personality: cold, calculating and cunning. She is always looking  to turn every situation not only to her favor, but to a profit as well. She truly believes there is nothing money can't buy, and she will do anything for the right coin.
Backstory: Seir was born to a noble family, and yet fate had another plan for her. She was thrust onto destiny’s path by her drunk, unrepentant father, who, Quite impressively both a wealthy merchant and a terrible gambler. One particularly unlucky night he bought his freedom with his daughter’s life. The victor of that card game was a Dalmatian, whom the village folk called Spotted Fang He was no ordinary dog, but King to one of the seven bandit tribes of the kingdom; the raiders of the Forest of the Dead.

On the road back to camp, Fang’s convoy came upon an old witch. Spotting Seir in shackles by the bandit’s side, she prophesied that the child would be the bandit king’s undoing.,, one day rising above all odds to rule all. Fang, rich with arrogance, knocked the witch to the ground, leaving her by the side of the road as the convoy for dead as his company moved on, an incredulous, raucous laughter leaving with it.

Ripped from high society and placed into the company of murderous forest ruffians, Seir was to become one of them. Now in Fang’s pack, she was thrust mercilessly into danger, death and a countless number of dishonorable deeds.

Life within the pack was never easy. Every time she found herself in the mud at the backhand of some hotheaded bandit, kicked out of the dinner line, or catching Fang’s seedy gaze to spend another unpleasant night in his camp. All the time  she would remember that old crone’s words… “above all to rule all.”

She learnt fast and soon found herself at home awaiting caravans, weapon at the ready, her favorite targets were unscrupulous merchants and the fineries and jewelry she plundered from their caravans. By the time she had barely entered adulthood, Seir’s raids were a thing of legend and her usefulness and enthusiasm saw her flourish among the less than reputable class.

Then it happened, word came back from one of Seir’s raid parties that she had fallen in battle, her body taken by the King’s Guard as bounty. A hush fell over the camp that night as those that respected her held a silent vigil, all the while Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

Years passed and it wasn’t long until  Seir was merely another lost champion recounted during  fireside stories.

But as time passed , change came. Animals whispered in hushed tones of a new Bandit King uniting the tribes under a single banner. If travelers' tales were to be believed, three of the seven tribes had already sworn allegiance to this new king. Fang became uneasy and erratic as the legends quickly turned to rumors and the rumors became reports. He fortified his camp and bolstered defenses as news of this new king marched upon him. Who was this new Bandit King and what powers of trickery and malice did he possess in order to accomplish what no king of bandits had before him?

It was that night, in his very own tent no less, that Fang felt the distinct sensation of a blade pressed against his back. From behind him the blade’s owner spoke. A voice soft, yet strong and devastatingly familiar, recounted her journey to unite the six tribes before his. She informed him that the tent was now hers, that the animals of his pack had already pledged their allegiance and he would be lead to the borders of the Forest, never to be seen again. The time for merciless old dog had come to an end. “Soon,” she said, “our bandit brothers and sisters will find a place within this Kingdom, free from the need to pillage and plunder. All this and more, when I march upon the Royal Palace and the last King, falls to my cause.”

And by her side, just out of view, an old crone with glinting eyes watched on.

female 574,459, mouse 29,857, reference sheet 7,120, assassin 731, theif 42
Type: Picture/Pinup
Published: 2 years, 1 month ago
Rating: General

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2 years, 1 month ago
Oh wow, that's a really cool reference sheet!
2 years, 1 month ago
I know right!
did an amazing job with it, I love how old and medieval it looks
2 years, 1 month ago
This is one of the best things I've ever seen Fuf do.
2 years, 1 month ago
I truly love how she made it look. I am so happy she was the first to help me fully realize Seir
2 years, 1 month ago
You absolutely got your money's worth. Fuf has drawn a lot of things, but this is the first thing I've seen from her that made me feel awe.
2 years, 1 month ago
This is so cool! Great backstory, really love her ^^
2 years, 1 month ago
Thank you for the praise, love~
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