neonix

a quick story

Introduction

Hello there, I’m Neonix!As an arts university graduate, I spent years in jobs where my creativity felt underused—until I found my way into the vibrant world of VRChat. Here, I discovered the art of bringing characters to life, giving them depth, personality, and meaning.With the support of amazing people who believed in me, I gained the confidence to turn this passion into my full-time career. What started as a hobby has now become my dream job—transforming ideas into reality... or better yet, virtual reality. ✨

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original character

Blu'

Deep within the lush embrace of an ancient jungle, where bioluminescent plants pulsed with life and the air carried the distant rhythm of tribal drums, Blu' wandered like a spirit of the wild. His grey fur with highlights of teal, shimmered under the moonlit canopy, blending with the glow of fireflies that danced around him. Unlike the hunters of his kind, Blu' did not chase or conquer—he welcomed, embraced, and healed. To those who found themselves lost in the tangled wilderness, he was a beacon of warmth, a guiding presence among the whispering trees.The markings on his body, softly glowing like embers beneath his skin, told the story of his tribe—one of unity, love, and the quiet strength found in compassion. He had learned from the elders that power was not measured in battle scars, but in the ability to bring comfort to the weary and warmth to the forgotten. Whether it was a wounded creature seeking refuge in his arms or a traveler with nowhere to call home, Blu' would offer them safety, a place to rest, and a moment of peace in an unforgiving world.Though the jungle could be wild and untamed, Blu' remained its gentle guardian, moving through its depths like a soft breeze through the trees. He was a protector not through force, but through kindness—a reminder that even in the deepest shadows, there could still be warmth. And when the night grew cold, he would pull those he loved close, his glowing embrace a silent promise that no one had to face the darkness alone.

original character

Nightingale

With midnight fur kissed by vibrant orange and green highlights, Nightingale is a vision of alluring contradictions. His deep green eyes hold a warmth that could melt glaciers, promising comfort and intimacy. Yet those depths also hint at a guarded heart, bearing the scars of past betrayals. His movements are languid and graceful, an invitation to touch and closeness, but a subtle tension lingers beneath the surface, betraying his fear of vulnerability.While Nightingale may seem aloof at first, those who earn his trust discover a fiercely loyal companion with a depth of love that runs deep. His touch is gentle yet possessive, his kisses slow and lingering. He cherishes intimacy, finding solace in the shared silence as much as in whispered words of affection. Despite the walls he's built, there's a flicker of hope within him, a yearning for someone who will see beyond the scars and love him unconditionally.His striking appearance is a reflection of his complex nature: black fur shot through with vibrant orange and green highlights, a testament to both the fiery passion and verdant vulnerability that reside within him. He is stunningly handsome, his features sharp yet undeniably alluring. But true beauty lies in his soul, a wounded spirit longing for redemption and the chance to love and be loved again.

-- Justin the fox --

original character

Neonix

Neonix stalked the city streets, a phantom flickering in the glow of its neon heart. Born from this digital jungle, his body was a patchwork of synthwave hues - purples, blues, electric pinks - fractured like shattered glass reflecting the towering neon skyline. He wasn't just another face in the crowd; he was woven into the very fabric of this place, pulsing with the rhythm of holographic billboards and the static whisper of forgotten cassette tapes.But beneath the dazzling lights, Neonix carried a past etched onto his skin. The cracks fracturing his glowing patterns weren't just aesthetic - they were scars. Silent battles fought, memories of a city that had both built him up and broken him down. Despite these fractures, he refused to fade. He walked with a purpose, each step echoing like a bass drum against the rain-slicked streets. In the distant thrum of synthesizers reflected in his eyes, he found his own beat - a rhythm that never died, a pulse that wouldn't quit.The city could be cold, but Neonix carried its warmth within him. Lost souls might find him in the glow of a dingy arcade or under the buzz of highway lights; he was always there, a beacon of quiet resilience against the darkness. His world was one of constant motion, of evolution and never looking back. No matter how many cracks ran through him, no matter how many memories flickered like dying neon signs, Neonix remained unbreakable - a living echo of a city that never sleeps.

realistic inspire

Snow leopard

He navigates his mountain realm with the effortless elegance of freshly fallen snow, his sleek, muscular form cloaked in a thick coat of pearl-white fur that glimmers like starlight scattered across frost. His eyes, deep amber encircled by a halo of silver, seem to hold the timeless secrets of unspoiled peaks, steady and contemplative as he slips seamlessly between the shadows.Rising to his full height on two legs, his humanoid silhouette exudes the feline fluidity of a great predator, yet every movement carries the unhurried confidence of human poise. His long tail sways behind him in a rhythmic arc, a pendulum of balance and grace, while razor-sharp retractable claws lie hidden, ready but resting, against the rugged stone. When he speaks, his voice resonates like the distant murmur of cascading ice – deep, rich, and unexpectedly melodic.He moves through his mountain world with the fluid grace of fresh snow, his sleek form draped in thick, pearl-white fur that shimmers like starlight caught in crystals. His eyes hold the ancient wisdom of untamed peaks - warm amber centers ringed with silver, watching and patient as he glides between shadows.Standing tall on two legs, his humanoid frame maintains the natural fluidity of a big cat, yet moves with easy human grace. Long tail sways like a pendulum behind him, while retractable claws remain sharp but sheathed against stone. His voice carries the gentle resonance of distant ice falls - deep and resonant, yet melodious.

-- plexus --

Original character
cactus + wolf

Cactusito

Cactus was a walking paradox – a wolf with cactus-green fur bristling with prickly patterns that mimicked the desert blooms he held dear. His heart belonged fiercely to his family, especially his son Andrew. But Cactus, ever the entrepreneur, saw opportunity everywhere, even within his own kin. He yearned for Andrew to break free from their traditional wolf-boy ways and embrace a bolder future.Cactus had once been a wolf-boy himself, living in a pack ruled by primal instincts and ancient traditions. But he'd always felt a pull towards something more, a desire to explore the fringes of society. He’d discovered the world of Furries, embracing their playful spirit and vibrant self-expression. Now, he saw the same spark in Andrew, a longing for something beyond the confines of their pack. Cactus gently nudged his son, introducing him to the exciting world of costumes, personas, and boundless creativity that came with being a furry.Years later, Andrew had blossomed into a charismatic figure within the Furry community, his own wolf persona captivating audiences at conventions and online gatherings. Cactus watched with pride, seeing a reflection of himself in his son's bold choices. But as he witnessed Andrew's success, a familiar itch began to crawl beneath Cactus's prickly hide. The allure of the Furry world, once a path for Andrew, now whispered promises of reinvention and liberation for him too. The entrepreneurial wolf within Cactus stirred, ready to embrace the vibrant chaos of the furry fandom alongside his son.

-- cactusito --

Original Character

Nirvana

Nirvana wasn’t your ordinary wolf—he was a living, breathing firework in a forest of muted tones. His crimson fur blazed like a sunset, impossible to ignore, and his howls on the guitar were legendary, capable of shaking the stars themselves. As the lead guitarist of "Crimson Howl," a band made up of rebellious red-furred wolves, Nirvana lived for the thrill of performing. Under the glow of the full moon, he shredded riffs with an energy that could make even the oldest wolves feel young again. Every note he played was a declaration of freedom, a howl of defiance against the mundane.Offstage, Nirvana had another passion—technology. While his music set the night on fire, his love for gadgets and circuits lit up his days. His den was a fascinating mix of chaotic creativity: half shrine to rock history, half futuristic laboratory. Cybernetic upgrades glinted against his crimson fur, making him look like a rock star who had stepped straight out of a sci-fi dream. LEDs blinked in rhythm with his movements, and wires sprawled across the floor like vines in a jungle of innovation.Despite his larger-than-life persona, Nirvana was more than just a showman. He was a dreamer, someone who believed in blending the primal with the futuristic. Whether he was headbanging under the stars or tinkering with his latest invention, his passion for life was contagious. Nirvana wasn’t just a wolf; he was a symbol of what it meant to embrace your wildest dreams and howl them out for the world to hear.

-- Nirv the sergal--

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Luka

Luka padded through the neon-drenched labyrinth of Neo-Terra's underbelly, his soft blue-grey fur blending seamlessly with the city’s synthetic glow. To the outside world, he was a delicate enigma - a lynx boy with eyes that sparkled with an almost childlike curiosity and a manner as gentle as a summer breeze. No one ever suspected the truth lurking beneath that fragile facade. The gleam in his eyes wasn't just innocent wonder; it was the burning hunger of a mind obsessed with cybernetics, a yearning to transcend the limitations of his organic form. He lived for the symphony of machinery humming beneath the city’s skin, the electrifying thrill of augmentation, the knowledge that within him lay a power waiting to be unleashed.Tonight, that power would be tested. As Luka rounded a corner, he found himself trapped behind a rusted loading dock, surrounded by a group of hulking figures who laughed at his slender frame and delicate features. Their leader, a brute with cybernetic implants glinting on his scarred face, sneered, "Look what we got here, little kitty. Lost your way?" Luka simply smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of his lips. A quiet command pulsed through his neural link, and a wave of energy surged through him. His muscles expanded, sleek and powerful, as metallic reinforcements solidified beneath his skin. His voice, once soft as the rustle of leaves, now resonated with a deep, almost primal power. The thugs' confidence faltered, their laughter dying in their throats as Luka's claws extended, crackling with kinetic energy. In an instant, the prey had become the predator.The fight was swift and brutal, a blur of motion and raw power. Luka moved with a grace that belied his strength, each strike precise and devastating. The thugs fell one by one, their cybernetic enhancements no match for the honed precision of his augmented limbs. By the time the dust settled, Luka stood amidst the unconscious bodies, his breathing steady, his expression unchanged. He was back to his usual self – slender, unassuming, innocent as ever. He dusted off his jacket, adjusting his gloves as if nothing had happened, a ghost slipping back into the shadows. The secrets he carried were buried deep, hidden beneath layers of innocence and guile. No one in Neo-Terra knew his truth, and that was exactly how he liked it.

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Scotch

The neon lights of Neo-Terra painted Scotch's broad shoulders in shifting hues as he moved through the throngs of people. He loved his techwear—the sleek fabric whispering against his skin with every stride. But unlike Luka, his brother from another mother who was all about cybernetics and upgrades, Scotch preferred the feel of solid muscle and honed skill.By day, he was a master in the sizzling chaos of a neon diner, flipping synth-steaks like a seasoned pro. His calloused hands moved with a practiced grace, whipping up old-world recipes that tasted real in a city built on artificiality. Cooking was his art—a way to create something tangible in a world obsessed with the digital. The sizzle of fresh ingredients, the rich aromas filling the kitchen—these were things that mattered to him. No enhancements needed, just pure skill and a well-worn blade.But when the sun dipped below the towering skyscrapers, Scotch's tough exterior softened. He wasn't just muscle and precision; he was warmth personified. He'd sweep Luka into a bone-crushing hug, ruffling his blue-grey fur with a booming laugh. No matter how much Luka tried to play it cool, Scotch knew his brother loved it. And it wasn't just Luka—everyone who got close to him learned that beneath the stoicism lived a heart softer than his imposing frame suggested. A quick hug, a listening ear, a reminder that even in a city of cold metal and flashing lights, warmth still mattered.They were different, Scotch and Luka, but their bond was unbreakable. Scotch couldn't fathom Luka's fascination with cybernetics, and Luka rolled his eyes at his brother's stubborn old-school ways. They bickered constantly, but at the end of the day, they always had each other's backs. When Luka came home drained after another late night, shifting between his delicate form and the powerful one hidden beneath, Scotch didn't pry. He just put a warm meal on the table and let his brother collapse onto the couch. Sometimes, no words were needed at all.In a city that never slept, they had built something precious—a love so strong it defied logic, technology, or any machine. And in a way, that was more powerful than anything else.

Original Character

Dusky

Dusky was a vision of silver and gold. His fur shimmered like moonlight reflecting off calm water, punctuated by intricate art deco patterns etched into the silvery strands. These weren't just any decorations; they glowed with a soft, warm luminescence that seemed to emanate from Dusky himself, casting a gentle halo around him wherever he went. He moved with an effortless grace, his every step radiating a contagious joy. Dusky loved nothing more than being surrounded by people, his bushy tail wagging incessantly as he greeted everyone with a happy chirp and a playful nudge.His vibrant personality was as dazzling as his appearance. Dusky had an uncanny ability to sense when someone needed a little pick-me-up. He'd nuzzle their hand with a comforting purr, or offer a playful lick to chase away any lingering sadness. He thrived on laughter and good company, his own infectious enthusiasm spreading like wildfire through any room he entered. Whether it was joining in a lively game of fetch, lending a listening ear to someone's woes, or simply basking in the warmth of human connection, Dusky lived for these moments of shared joy.Dusky's fame wasn't limited to his local park or neighborhood. His picture had been featured in several magazines, showcasing his unique charm and undeniable good vibes. People from all walks of life were drawn to his gentle spirit and unwavering positivity. He was a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, a little bit of kindness and warmth could go a long way, proving that sometimes, all it takes is a furry friend with a heart of gold to brighten someone's day.