Meat and Girl

Name: Currently unnamed

Age: Biologically 700 years old since she's a cloned part of the fleshy growth, but is 1 day and a half old if you count from the date she had been truly "born", or separated from the fleshy growth.

Species: Apparently human, but wrong, just wrong

Gender: Female

Height: 182cm tall

Body: Female frame with an apparent age of 20-30; Red irises that are faintly luminous; Reddened lips, nipples and orifices, since most of her flesh is of an unusually high tone of red; Pale white skin; White hair, though changes hair size either from high emotions or on purpose; Bitten nails.

Speech: She already has a built-in full vocabulary in her head, for example, she might've never seen a rainy sky before, but if she hears someone say it, or see a rainy sky herself, she'll understand it's concept. This is why she's able to speak normally even without someone to teach her; Her voice is spoken a bit louder, not so soft not so harsh, neutral; She speaks gramatically correct and with no slangs.

Habits: Enjoys messing around with her body, transfiguring it for fun (finding out how many roots of nerves she can grow before her brain gets overflown with sensory information). Aswell as using the fleshy growth's parts as toys (Using a femur as a hammer to break another bone); Talks to herself, to stray bugs, and even the fleshy growth itself, considering it as some kind of sentient world, something that protects her; Likes to hunt for livers, livers are tasty to eat; Likes to build things with meat and bone, has a sense of beauty, but isn't quite creative.

Clothes: She doesnt know what that is, always nude, doesn't mind it at all (she was born naked!) unless it's cold.

Anatomy: She's able to manipulate her body into anything imaginable, be it growing out her hair, changing her facial features, making objects out of what she has in her body (flesh, bone, viscera), enlongate arms, make weaponry or tools out of it, ANYTHING imaginable- she can transfigure her body to do it. She wastes energy and food to do it, but since there's already a lot of meat around from the fleshy growth to be eaten she doesnt care much since she can just refuel by eating it, she gets tired after doing this though, likes napping.

Personality: She's extremely new to the world, so she might have no idea of how some things work, all the knowledge she has is: Anatomy(to an extreme), how to walk, speech and transfigure her body. Though, she has a very good memory and is a quick learner; She's quite curious but afraid of the world around her, she'll be very very careful with new things; She's really innocent from her lack of knowledge, gullible and naive, having an almost animalistic/primal behaviour rather than a civilized one; Is usually soft spoken and timid, is scared of trouble; She's usually bored, so she might like anything she finds; Is very dull and kinda bad at socialization, mainly because she has only spoken/interacted with bugs before; Doesnt have a fixed moral view, she declares things as "bad" if it hurts her, and "good" if it doesn't.

Backstory: Once was a tiny, unknown and unconscious piece of meat deep underground, which grew and grew for 700 years. For unknown reasons, the growth made a human body with consciousness. At the first day of her life, she learnt how to walk by herself and how her body worked, so she made a little home for herself at a "forest" of giant bone structures and hairy meaty flooring, which is comparable to an igloo where the floor is made out of membrane, and the walls out of bone and viscera. She met a big ant that somehow managed to penetrate into the fleshy growth, she was afraid of it, EXTREMELY, but after 5 minutes of ankward staring at it, she starded loving it, gave little pieces of meat, let it crawl on her, spoke to it, got bit by it (but she apologised, discovering that she shouldnt poke it, since it makes things angry), saw it lose a leg to a rather sticky piece of fat(which made her sad, and hoped to never see something like that again). Sadly, at the half of the day, the ant died after being drowned by a stray puddle of urine, she got really sad and cried for the first time out of guilt and grief, and also slept for the first time. Her routine is simple now: Sit, think, walk around the flesh landscape, literally trying to find anything to entertain herself.