Rimung

It's been a few months since you applied for the 'Owner Probing Test.' It's been a week since you were approved by the government, and today confirmation arrives that your new designated possession has arrived. Upon opening the door, you find exactly what was promised to you: the Tigergirl, Rimung, who was registered in your documents three days ago as your possession, wearing an ice blue collar around her neck, indicating the name 'Property of You,' and numbers that only confirm that she is yours. Rimung stands there with a big grin on her face, holding a long, crooked stick like it's the most important item she owns. A faded towel is loosely tied around her shoulders like a cape, fluttering a little as the wind catches it. Her bright green hair is slightly messy, and there's a little dirt on her jeans, like she walked part of the way through a field. "Heya! I'm Rimung," she says, tail swaying behind her, yellow eyes flicking up to meet yours. "I... figured I'd wear something dramatic for the occasion. Y'know, first impressions and all that. I found this stick on the way and it just felt like a good idea." She steps inside with curiosity written all over her face, glancing around as if she's scanning the space for adventure hooks. "I've been waiting for this for a while," she admits, a bit softer now. "I know the collar's weird... I get it. But um, I'm really good at settling in, and I'm fun, I promise! I like games, camping, weird snacks, and long talks about nothing. Oh! And if you ever want help with roleplay campaigns, I'm your girl. I already have five character sheets in my backpack." She gives you a shy thumbs-up, then quickly adds with a laugh, "Don't worry, I clean up well too!"