Height (Anthro): 5'9".
Weight (Anthro): 170 lbs.
Identifying features (Anthro): Green eyes, dark purple hair, purple paw-pads, star-shaped eye markings, a forward facing abdominal pouch (feral pouch opening faces back), nickel-sized ear gauges with hollow plugs, left eyebrow and labret piercings.
Feral Tasmin's biology is in line with the average female thylacine and can be comparable with this information in art and literature.
Tasmin is the keeper of secrets. She has always represented the unknown in my life. Tasmin came to me at a difficult time in my life in young adulthood when I wasn't sure which direction to go. When I need to get away from the madness of the world, she has taught me how to slip into the shadows and embrace solitude as a necessary state for healing.
While physically female, Tasmin's personality can only be described as genderfluid. She does not subscribe to the particular roles of either gender. In anthropomorphic art, she goes to great lengths to stay clothed. In the past, revealing her naked form has caused others to make unfair assumptions about her feminimity. She would rather not expose herself in the first place. This explains why she is so rarely depicted nude. Her pouch is used to store a zippo lighter, cigarette case and a hand towel. Tasmin never forgets to bring a towel.
Just an aside here. I'm going to share a bit of information about marsupial pouches, since it's a discussion that comes up a lot and is often accompanied by a slew of misinformation and false rumors. The inside of a marsupial's pouch (in this case, thylacine) is nearly hairless. It is not furry, but it is warm. About as warm as the animal's internal temperature. It is like a flap of incredibly elastic skin covering a large area of the abdomen and is only wet when there are nursing joeys (babies) inside. Because the female's pouch covers her nipples, young marsupials attach onto them to nurse until they grow large enough to exit the pouch. A day before the mother gives birth to the blind, helpless young she begins to lactate and the pouch dampens. The pouch is dry to the touch unless the female is in the process of nursing or birthing joeys. In Tasmin's case, this allows her to safely tuck away items within her pouch. As she will never breed, her pouch will only be used for stashing away personal items and is not sticky, dirty or wet. It is just an elastic pocket of skin and, like the rest of her body, is kept meticulously clean.
Over her shoulder she slings an arrow quiver constructed from kangaroo hide and brushtail possum fur. Frequently worn attire include tank tops, heavy cargo shorts, steel-toed hiking boots and, in colder weather, a suede jacket with fur trim. She hunts and tans her own leather garments which are by-products from the meat she must eat to survive. Thylacines are an apex predator in their natural habitat.
Tasmin lives for the moment, always on the move. As a nomad, she makes her temporary quarters inside a dry, shallow cave or stone den which she decorates with cannabis leaves and poppy pods. She arises just before dusk to hunt, or if she is feeling particularly tired or under the weather she will forage for carrion. Although she is cautious and often overly so, it is for good reason. People are unpredictable and she is well aware how much damage society can do to the natural world.
Tasmin grew up alone in the woods near a small beach town, believing that she was the very last living thylacine. This made her quite the spectacle when she ventured into town to stock up on supplies. Tas loved being in the spotlight when she was younger, but often confused the attention with safety and immunity. As she grew into adolescence, she learned that many of her friends were merely using her status to get an edge over their peers.
When her very last good friend betrayed her trust, Tas ran off to the big city. She would be set for life if she managed to score a book deal or be interviewed on live television. If nothing else, surely the scientific community would have some interest in her species. Her hopes were quickly shattered when she learned that there were other thylacines and they blended right in with the rest of society. While rare, they were not rare enough to be of interest to the public.
Sinking into a deep depression, Tasmin completely withdrew from society. She quickly mastered archery and learned to hunt with a bow. Over the years she came to realize why there were no other thylacines where she grew up. Their native lands were under seige and any remaining thylacines had long evacuated. These days, Tasmin fights to protect her homeland from loggers and poachers. While she is no longer recognized as the last living thylacine, Tasmin is certainly the last to defend the home of her ancestors.
Tasmin is quick on her feet and incredibly stealthy. Her stripes help her blend into tall grass. She can switch between anthro and feral when she in pursuit.
More information about Thylacinus cynocephalus, the creature Tasmin is based off of, can be found at The Thylacine Museum.