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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, turned mad by their own desire (you know, teenagers right!) and she herself shrunk in size and became a tiny taur. With all her students seemingly to have lost their minds and beginning to attack and fuck anything and everything around them, all she could do was run and hide. And from then on, that's all she did. For days, weeks, months she didn't meet anyone that seemed to have retained their mind like she did, she started 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, but mostly she kept out of their way, usually by hiding in the most heavily infected areas, 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 to embrace them. They however were cat instincts and embracing them also meant she started to act more catlike over time, combined with her tendency for childish and impulsive behavior it was a recipe for disaster. Often chasing smaller objects, going after shining things and 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 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 because anything other than a napkin wouldn't fit her and she's become so used to being naked that 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 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 about her instincts being as prominent as they are, but like most cats, it doesn't matter to her and she quickly loses interest in worrying about it.
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