A wolf, her thick brown fur would be slightly tinged in with a lighter shade where the scruffier patches in the hard-to-reach or wind-swept places allow her undercoat to peek through. She'd have an average build, neither particularly thick nor thin, just healthy and otherwise unremarkable, standing somewhere around 170-175cm tall, or around 5'8.

Although content with the traditional values and social norms of her people, at heart she'd be a scholar with a curiosity for foreign cultures. She could listen for hours about faraway places and imagine visiting them herself. She would want to travel, to explore, to try new foods and witness new wonders of craftsmanship and performance.

She would be discontent with stagnation. She would push herself and her partner towards ambitious goals, to become the most they could be, until well into advanced age where instead her attention would turn towards the greatness of their children. This would include contributing to the local community, to seek out positions of trust or authority and other community engagement.

A mouse, lean but shapely, and noticeably well-endowed without being overflowing. Her thin, light gray fur would be subtley spotted in a few select places. A pink, fleshy tail would dance nimbly about as she spoke and walked, and an easy smile would catch a glint of light in eyes of light brown, bordering on a dark orange. A shade of copper, perhaps. She stands confidently at 150cm, or almost 5'.

Her cooking would be legendary, and she'd work as the head (and only) chef at a small, but famously popular tavern. Somehow, she'd find the energy and passion to arrive each day at the break of dawn to fire up the ovens and start preparing for the breakfast rush, and work until the sun had long set and tavern guests had all but retired to their rooms, bellies full of succulent roasts and the tavern owner's selection of ales and stouts.

She'd be proposed to by as many would-be suitors as the day is long, turning them all down with well-practiced, theatrical disinterest. Yet the object of her affections would always seem out of reach to her. He would be focused on his vocation and profession, and while the two would be friends who would find the time most nights to walk and talk together from work to home, things would turn awkward whenever the subject of their relationship ever threatened to intrude on their conversation. Words would escape them in the fleeting moments before they part, and the only release from the tension would be once they had exchanged their nightly farewells at the stoop of her family's cottage.

A human, hybridized with a cat, standing 165-170cm, or somewhere around 5'6. Her short, dark fur would run across her shoulders and back of the neck, tapering down her forearms, and down her back to a slender tail. Her pointed ears would poke through the top of a shoulder-length, light brown, wavy head of hair, and perk up at any new discovery or accomplishment.

She would be as much scientist as engineer, obsessed with discovering new secrets of the universe and applying them in turn. Few things could excite her like an unexpected chemical reaction, and the roar of triumph accompanying any new successful (intentional) creation would make one think she was part lion.

Befitting her feline genetics, her interest in her companion would be mercurial. While often patently annoyed if interrupted, and frequently disinterested besides, when desiring of companionship she would glom herself to her partner like the world's most affentionate barnacle, unconcerned with what her partner was doing or why, as long as they were doing it next to her.

A fox, both in species and in curvatious figure, covered in smoldering red fur that was tipped in snow white at her hands, feet, and voluminous, fluffy tail. She would lean casually against any wall at 175-180cm, or on the order of 5'10.

She'd be a confident leader, a fighter jockey by training who had since advanced into leadership positions outside the cockpit. She keeps her skills sharp and her instincts honed through her penchant for fighter racing, a dangerous hobby that would be best described as "tolerated" by her superiors more than it would be "accepted", as accidents can easily result in the loss of expensive equipment, or worse.

She doesn't have time for things like "romance" or "courtship". She chooses her partner from those she respects for their aerial prowess, and any social preamble can take place in the pilots' lounge over a simple drink before retiring to her quarters. These are the safest people for her, those she already knows well, and trusts the most to be there at the end of tomorrow. And should the worst happen, they're the ones she wants to never forget.

Or also Anno, from Trials in Tainted Space. I like her a lot, in the sense of being a casually intimate (not like that, but also like that) and playful person. I wish TiTS had a way of deepening that particular relationship, and I don't mean simply unlocking new scenes that feature her. She's a character I would genuinely want to make happy, if that were possible.