Bailey did often stand out from a crowd... Literally!

This female neared the seventh foot in height, and was quite evidently tainted with bovine blood - although whether she was the result of a mage with too much spare time or some darker, more indecent coupling, only the Gods knew.

Whilst Bailey was, at a glance, perhaps quite naturally intimidating... the big, chubby cow was actually a huge softie - something that was more often than not betrayed in her easy, almost simplistic smile on her face. Whilst not entirely unintelligent, Bailey was definitely not the sharpest tool in the shed, something that was quickly gleamed by mere observation: She often followed others´ leads in conversation and spoke with a broken common that suggested it might not have been her first language.

As per her titanic appearance... well, Bailey was not only tall, she was big. A pair of huge breasts that seemed to grow increasingly swollen as time passed hung barely contained behind whatever clothes she had managed to secure, and often their rich, creamy filling spilled out giving her dark rings on whatever fabric desperately (and poorly) tried to dress her. Bailey had a soft, full belly and a pair of buttocks that provided enough cushioning to her frame it beggared the question of whether she actually needed anything more than a rock to sit on, leading down to those twin trunk girths that were her thighs, perched atop those furren, digitigrade legs that terminated in thick, faintly chipped hooves.

And whilst 'wee' sweet Bailey did try her best to respect the rules of clothing amongst commonfolks, her outfits rarely managed to entirely cover the fact that this one cow was a lady through and through - with a pair of plump, juicy nethers that seemed to be perpetually aroused and announcing their musk to the world.

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Don't: Perma-kill my character, act against server rules.

Do: Pretty much everything else. If in doubt, do send a tell!

For a quick sneak peak: https://www.f-list.net/c/baileythecow