Anthropomorphic 

Cheetah Character 

Portrait

Kerubo Soleil

Wafting through the haze-laden avenues and titillating the olfactory senses of Anthroxville's inhabitants are the reputedly mystical fragrances curated by the anthropomorphic cheetah, Kerubo Soleil, and her enigmatic apothecary, Manifescents. Kerubo holds renown in Anthroxville, not merely for purveying scents that beguile the senses, but for their paranormal promise to materialize one's innermost desires.

There's 'Acquittal,' a heavy amber liquid that becomes a trusted companion of the notorious defense attorney, Cactus Reus. Before he graces the courtroom to champion the cause of those with dubious repute such as Luther Popshot and Victor Wallop, a spritz or two ensures justice bends ever so slightly in his favor. Following in the lineup is 'Sovereignty,' a bold concoction, almost an elixir for those liberty-chasing lotharios in Anthroxville, like Mungo Mugwort and Ivan Spaffovovich, as they battle the oppressive arm of the state. And who could forget 'Schadenfreude'? Such a brazen aroma, it's been adopted by none other than Dinero Cashmoney, the untouchable mogul who views the world from his hot-air balloon, cackling at the mere mortals toiling down below.

Inside the emporium, which feels less like a shop and more like a cavernous library of forgotten knowledge, Kerubo's concoctions reside, enshrined within crystalline confines, poised for the next intrepid soul to liberate them. Each bottle bears a label, not of ingredients, but of a single word; an emotion, a desire, a dream. Yet, procuring the elixir of one's longing was akin to a quest of mythic proportions. Towering shelves, seemingly brushing the heavens, are intermittently marked by weathered ladders bearing tales of age. The determined and desperate, who ventured their ascent often unfurled a litany of stifled expletives. The cause? The bottles were arranged in no discernible order.

At street level, the elusive Kerubo moves gracefully, her form bathed in the gentle glow of a candle. Approaching patrons, their brows furrowed in frustration, are met by the anthro cheetah's knowing grin and her enigmatic counsel: "Does the scent seek or the seeker sense?" Some take to scouring the lower shelves on all fours to comb the bottommost shelves, while in the dim recesses of the store, explosive exchanges erupt over the final vial of a particularly coveted fragrance, 'Sanity'.

To the discerning connoisseur, Kerubo concealed a masterstroke. Bespoke perfumes, distilled exclusively for the unique souls of Anthroxville. These were not mere fragrances, but potent olfactory arsenals calibrated to make their mark irresistibly sway to the whims of the bearer. Axel Kettlebell, in his quest for allure, layered 'Mia Culpa' atop his signature 'Recognition,' aiming not just to turn, but to ensnare gazes. Meanwhile, in a ceaseless dance of rivalry, the twins, Fruma and Grissel Putz, engaged. Fruma, ever so cunning, would immerse herself in 'Grissel Putz', with a subsequent splash of 'Spinster' for good measure. Grissel, perpetually vying for dominance, would counter with a base note of 'Fruma Putz', culminating with the unexpected zing of 'Hemorrhoids' or something even more darkly beguiling...