Some Kid's Crusade against the Female Gender

For all 15% of you who give a fuck, here is some fun information about Monica that should fill in the various blanks I intentionally left within her presentation. It won't make her any more or less hot, but it is there.

Monica Bright

Age: 28

Occupation: Human Resource Administrator/Employee Wellness Supervisor @ Averdine Vertical Relations #30

Hobbies: solving problems, physical fitness, baking.

Height: 6 feet, 1 inch

Bust: J-Cup 101cm

Weight: 77KG

Marital Status: Widowed as of May 20XX

Tidbits

1.      Her eyes constantly display mild fatigue, even whilst physically and mentally fresh.

2.      Her mild freckling stemmed from excess time outside in her youth.

3.      No matter her true mental condition, she is capable of presenting the appearance of a happy, stable woman wherever necessary. 

4.      She speaks with a suppressed accent indigenous to her home region. Without knowledge of its origin, it can no longer be recognized by modern English speakers.

Synopsis: 

Born to a rural couple of simple means, qualities pertaining to a positive outlook, hardworking attitude, and self-sufficiency were instilled within her from her first signs of personhood. As a school girl, Monica enjoyed a healthy mixture of traditional feminine activities and sweaty, knee-scraping adventuring. Her personality, neither too abrasive nor soft, was accepted by the girls and boys of her age group alike. Put together, her flexibility marked her as the single most talked about girl within her age group up to the age of 9. 

Here, puberty disqualified her from natural mingling with either gender. An unprecedented fattening of her chest and elongated of her frame left her as too well-endowed to be accepted among her female peers, and just slightly too tall (and feminine) to be accepted amongst males.

Not to be discouraged, she worked tirelessly to quietly rectify these things. She learned all she could about other people from a distance, and adjusted as much as she could about with herself in the hope of finding her place.

Sadly, with each year of isolation that passed, the rift between her and those she had cherished remained wide. Described succinctly, her body continued to betray her; she grew taller, thicker, and more beautiful through no more than living life as she had been taught. As a result, the end of her formative years left the young woman as a bright, socially-stunted outlier who understood nothing save for hard work and loneliness.

Post-Secondary education served as a cure for the blights that plagued her; away from her home town, she was no longer the most notable woman within her age group. Throughout this period, she found her passion, a partner who appreciated her qualities, and a degree of happiness.

With this happiness, however, came emptiness. In attaining that which she had longed for, she came to an unfortunate conclusion: her desires were not truly her own. In truth, everything that she had learned to value, enjoy, or appreciate in life was meaningless to her; childish remnants of her parent’s best attempt at bringing her up.

What she truly wished for sat within her; present, but unreachable.

Vexed, she continued to exist as the woman that her parents had raised. She acquired a degree, devoted herself to her work, and eventually married at the age of 25.

In the two years that followed, her dissatisfaction with life ground her youthful exuberance into dust. Her husband’s place was left as a close second to her work, and her once broad interests began to narrow. This trend held strong right up until her husband’s suicide, and the coincidental appearance of a deity by the name of Nishka. While the contents of these events remains unclear, meaning was inexplicably re-injectied into her life with their passing.

Presently, she lives to perpetuate this ‘meaning’, and to ensure that it never again abandons her.