Terri is a sweet, occasionally sassy little unifox who loves to have a good time almost as much as he loves, well, just about everything else. What’s a unifox, you ask? Just a delightful combination of a unicorn and a fox, with silver fur all over, cute little black socks on his paws and footpaws, and a foot of shiny, spiraled bone jutting from his forehead, obscured by short, messy hair.

Right now, he’s dressed in a modest little outfit, a light purple skirt clinging to his hips, with the hem ending just above his knees. Even so, he just can’t seem to stop smoothing it out, nervously checking it over for imaginary wrinkles. A white cami drapes from his shoulders, one strap or the other always managing to fall off his thin frame. Barefoot, since he’s inside, you can see his toes curling and rubbing against each other to stave off the cold air conditioning. In fact, most of his body is shivering in one way or another, and he finds himself wishing he’d brought a jacket.

Terri loves to have fun, he can’t think of anything he’d rather do than go dancing or enjoy a few drinks with friends. He also spends hours in tight little Lycra shorts (and nothing else!) each week, jogging down a trail or across the city streets, carefully maintaining his slim, toned figure. He knows a thing or two about keeping healthy.

However, deep down is a secret that even he barely knows about. Sure, he’s seen pictures, and the videos all the same. Dark rooms, heavy breathing, the occasional whimper. In other words, not much to go on, but more than enough to get his heart racing and his cheeks turning a bright shade of red. Yes, what Terri really wants, though he may not know it, is to lose control of his precious life, to succumb to whatever dark forces may come his way.

Until then, though, he’s going to keep going to classes, keep watching what he eats, and keep enjoying himself to the fullest. Though, to be perfectly honest, everyone knows that those things don’t last, and something is bound to happen soon...

Terri blushes and looks up at you, wondering what exactly it is that you’re doing here. He was thinking that you got a hold of him to perk up a lonely night by a warm fire or in a dance club. He fingers his tight-fitting top and brushes out the wrinkles in his skirt, biting his lip and shuffling his paws nervously, hoping very much that you like him.