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| Born in Britain, she was a pre-P-Day biology teacher. | | Born in Britain, she was a pre-P-Day biology teacher. |
| She was a bit childish, impulsive and playful, so she was perfect for the 12 to 15 year olds, an age-group she really enjoyed teaching.
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| Coming on a schooltrip to America though, that was something she'd later regret.
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| She had no idea what was going on, her students became slavering monstrosities,
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| turned mad by their own desire (you know, teenagers right!) and she herself shrunk
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| in size and became a tiny taur. With all her students seemingly to have lost their
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| minds and beginning to attack and fuck anything and everything around them, all she
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| could do was run and hide. And from then on, that's all she did. For days, weeks, months
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| she didn't meet anyone that seemed to have retained their mind like she did, she started
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| to think she was the only coherent person left in the world.
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| There were a few times when she had to fight her way out of an encounter with a feral,
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| but mostly she kept out of their way, usually by hiding in the most heavily infected areas,
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| which caused her to get several weird additions to her form, like wings and such.
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| Having to survive in such a hostile environment she had to depend on her instincts and had
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| to embrace them. They however were cat instincts and embracing them also meant she started
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| to act more catlike over time, combined with her tendency for childish and impulsive behavior
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| it was a recipe for disaster. Often chasing smaller objects, going after shining things and
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| getting completely lost in the process and not being able to find her way back the her previous
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| hiding place and having to make a new one. And also having terrible urges to have sex with things.
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| To combat those final ones she had taken a habit of sucking herself, which also meant she didn't
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| waste anything since finding food was hard enough already.
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| It was only fortunate that she came to Zephyr Tower in time before it all went terribly wrong for her.
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| Due to her tiny size and the amount of time spend in the wilds, she has forsaken clothing. Mainly
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| because anything other than a napkin wouldn't fit her and she's become so used to being naked that
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| she now finds clothing to be too restricting.
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| She also has a tendency to hide under couches or snooze on the backrest. She has a playful character
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| due to her cat instincts and can usually be lured out of a hiding place by a wagging tail or other such item.
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| She may act like a cat and can sometimes be treated like one, but she is very intelligent and knows
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| about her instincts being as prominent as they are, but like most cats, it doesn't matter to her and
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| she quickly loses interest in worrying about it.
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| Even though it may be strange considering that she's a cattaur, she's a vegetarian.
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| As for her preference in sexual partners, there aren't many things that can turn her off, although
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| there are a few, her partner being dead is probably the biggest one (for more look to RP Hooks).
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Born in Britain, she was a pre-P-Day biology teacher.
