Mona

Name: Mona

Mona is a not unordinary-looking young woman of ambiguous age. She ostensibly works as a butcher and farmhand in a small town in the countryside.

Mona wears an old-fashioned fluffy yellow A-line dress with frilled hems, short puffy sleeves, and a narrow white apron which runs from the base of the garment's deeply plunging neckline to just around her knees, being tied at her waist. The skirt of her dress is long and voluminous, supported by layers of white petticoats. A hairband with black and white cow-spot patternation rests atop her head. Two small horns resembling those of a dairy cow protrude from the hairband, but these are merely cosmetic and not part of Mona's anatomy. Beneath her dress, Mona wears a rather incongruous set of denim blue jeans and a pair of brown leather snoot-toe cowboy boots. When Mona chooses to wear undergarments, these typically consist of a bright pink frilled bra and matching panties.

Mona is somewhat short and of a moderately wide-set build. Her rounded face is simple and quite cute, with two large black-pupiled eyes, bold winged eyelashes, and a button nose. Her long brown hair, featuring very large poofy bangs, reaches nearly to the back of her supple calves, and is bound together behind her shoulders with a red handkerchief. Two tresses of hair hang down on either side of her face, just above her chest. While her arms are thin and girlish, the rest of her body is painted within an outline of downright cartoonishly voluptuous proportions. Alongside wide hips, a comparatively thin waist, thick thighs, and a more-than-ample behind, Mona is endowed with outrageously large breasts. Far and away her most immediately noticeable feature, these splendorous twin suns nearly eclipse her own head in size, jouncing slowly and heavily along with her motions as they rest snugly within the capacious bodice of her dress. Mona's privates are completely smooth.

Mona's personality is generally friendly and rather simple, though somewhat peculiar. While not unpersonable, her mannerisms and strange quirks can be off-putting. For unclear reasons, Mona perceives other humans as anthropomorphic animals of various sorts. She doesn't seem aware of her visions as being abnormal, treating people more or less ordinarily, regardless of how she perceives them internally. Whether she counts herself as a member of these imagined animalistic races isn't clear, and questioning her about it directly leads to her expressing confusion as to the nature of the question. She's given to drifting off in the midst of conversation with others, perhaps envisioning how their supposedly bestial forms might best be cut and dressed, though she'd never act on these notions—at least, not without provocation. A lover of animals—ordinary ones, that is, with which she interacts regularly—in spite of her profession, Mona can be seen greeting neighbors and livestock alike with a genial wave and blithe open-mouth smile, picnic basket tucked into the crook of her arm as she makes her way to the town market, her dress and boots splattered with blood of uncertain but surmisable origin. These, among other disconcerting oddities in behavior, have left Mona largely bereft of any lasting friendships, though this doesn't seem to trouble her. When set to a task, Mona does so with complete, almost trancelike focus. When beset by a threat, this fixation evolves into something more closely resembling possession, a frenetic grimace twisting her features as she delivers a frenzied burst of savage chops with her signature oversized cleaver, her eyes seeming almost to glow with a sheen of crimson-tinged hysteria. In spite of their considerable heft, the burden of Mona's endowments doesn't appear to weigh on her to any discernable degree, be it physically or socially. She goes about her duties with an agile proficiency and vigor, unencumbered by her outwardly ponderous figure, and this immunity seemingly extends to her awareness of pudeur. Though not at all raunchy or deliberately indecent, Mona exhibits an underdeveloped sense of modesty. Little thought is given to how her shapeliness might affect those in her company, and she demonstrates only subtle traces of embarrassment in situations where she's subject to more obscene exposure. Such scenarios aren't difficult to maneuver her into, at that, as she's likely to mirthfully cooperate with requests to wear more or less any outfit. Oftentimes she'll even be spotted in public having forgone (or perhaps simply forgotten) her dress entirely, clad only in her colorful bra and form-fitting jeans. She also has an occasional tendency to display affectations such as poses, or swaying in a cutesy fashion. In spite of her rather featherbrained disposition, as a consequence of her profession, Mona has a solid understanding of (true) animals and their husbandry. Despite her rural origins, Mona doesn't speak in any southern dialect.