Villager: Jacob
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Villager Info
ID: #203489
Name: Jacob
Gender: Nonbinary
Location: Olde Foxbury
Born 8 years, 11 months ago
Career: Explorer
Owner: veemo
Feast Points: 0 (7590 All-Time)
Genus: Shifty
Species: Cat
Color: White
Costume: Fluffy
Buffs:House: FurCoin House
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About
Jacob has a toyhou.se!
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// Jacob // nonbinary // (he/they) // 4'09" // white //
// biromantic // asexual // Unemployed //
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Can you feel me breathing down your neck?
You're just a perfect little perfect wreck,
But I like you
Enough to destroy you, tear you down.
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"I've murdered men
bigger than you."
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1 - ThrowingSparkles /veemo | 2 + 3 - buffalo /veemo ; base here
4 - Omelette | 5 - veemo | 6 - Tailgatescutebooty | 7 - perfecthospitaller
8 - Tailgatescutebooty /veemo | 9 - veemo | 10 - Manitka /veemo | 11 - LemonyKleonella
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All comments from Jacob are in-character!
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Jacob's Relationships
Significant others: N/AJacob's Relationships
Soviet - Jacob does not like Soviet at all. He's barely learned her name and he thinks she's weird as hell. Maybe his impression of her will change in time...
Kitsune - She just started talking to him one day. He likes her more than he likes other canines, which is to say he tolerates her. Jacob likes teasing her a bit.
Prince - too fucking uwu. Worst boy ever.
Not really. Jacob's actually never met the guy, but he seems to be somewhat of a celebrity? Who knows. All that's known is that Jacob seems to like him well enough for actually haven't never met him in person.
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profile art by Pekoro
Voice reference: Rainbow Dash (MLP:FiM)
Trophies
((THE FUCKING THING I'M DYING
I can't tell if it's passive-aggressive or not.))
She shrugged. "Sorry. ... Who are you, anyways?"
"Ah, the mafia. We called it братва in Russia. Brings back memories of when I was shot in the head by a mob boss when I was still alive. He's long-dead, though... I hope." She smiled.
She smiled. "I know I am, but thanks for pointing it out. Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I'm just really into the genes of animals, since they have a lot of different morphs and phenotypes."
"Darn." She snapped her fingers, showing disappointment. "Oh, well. I may just have to steal a skin sample off of you. Ya got dandruff?"
"I'd love to get my hands on one of your cells. The angel community has a very powerful electron microscope. I assume-" she said an unintelligible word- "might be the case, but I don't know..."
"Hm... interesting. Do you know what autosome that mutation is on?" She examined his eyes a bit from where she was standing. She was quite tall, about 5'7.
Smudge dismissed his comments with a wave of her paw. "All biases aside, your eyes are very interesting. Were you born with it?"
She frowned. "I'm not really a canine. I'm an angel, and therefore I do not have a... definite Earthly form. I just chose to look like this because it resonates with my punk-like style. Sorry if my form offended you. ... Sir." The last word seemed to be a bit harsh and cold.
"... Why're you looking at me funny?" She turns her head. "Do I have something on my face? Is it blood? I did run into a door earlier..."
Soviet smiles, delighted.
"Oh, how pretty your coat is, mister cat!"
The way she words things makes her seem like she's out of an old-timey fairytale.