Character bio - Liz Jackson.
Species: Vixen.
Age: 28
Description: This lady is beautiful and she knows it. Exceptionally curvy to the point of voluptiousness, even by the standards of most vixens (she's a 38 DDD), she loves to dress in ways that show off her "attributes" to their best effect. Her coloration is typically vulpine, classically tawny-red everywhere but her belly which is white, as are her "socks" and "gloves" and the tip of her tail. Her eyes are golden-brown. She will flirt with anyone, but she's in a stable relationship with a guy she describes as "the cutest black lab in the known universe" and wouldn't dream about ever doing anything beyond flirting with anyone else. She's worked for Dafydd Owen for four years (as of the beginning of the first story) and likes him as a friend as well as a boss. She's quite well aware that his work sometimes takes him into somewhat grey areas of the law but knows he'll never cross certain lines. If she ever saw him do that, she'd quit in a heartbeat. She is aware of his "disability" and keeps a stash of 5-hour energy drinks in her desk in case he ever runs out. She's a perfect secretary, knowing more than anyone will ever guess about her bosses business and making sure that clients or other callers don't get in his way. Her "guilty pleasure" is accompanying her boss to the target range - her accuracy and grouping ALMOST match his and she is determined to get to be as good as he is. She holds a 2nd degree black belt in taekwando and has occasionally sparred with her boss, but when he goes hyper she knows she's outclassed and doesnt care. She likes to think of herself as a mix between Emma Peel and Effie Perrine, Sam Spade's secretary.