A shambling and semi gelatenous creature of mostly womanly proportions, she is in fact little more then something produced in a laboratory as a mockery of life. Her skin is soft and pliant to the touch, her frame wobbling and wry, her motions quick, darting and bird like and something decidedly off about nearly every single one of her features, such as the fact her eyelids blink up from the bottom, or that she very clearly lacks both knee's and elbows.

Seems chipper enough about it though.


To go in depth Pudding is extremely tall and very lanky, her limbs over long and flexible, her fingers longer still, possessing numerous extra joints.

She has a pretty...ish face, though often the numerous tongues crowded into her mouth like a nestle of snakes means she drools, which she is quite self conscious of, and where one to pay attention, her single, yellow, baleful eye rolls in her skull from one socket to the other. She has two think and lightly pointed ears which are lopsided and both droop down and are usually tangled into her hair. A single curved, and lightly glowing, horn juts from the side of her head.

Her skin is soft as silk and pliant as...pudding, while she looks quite thin one could only find any hard spots on her in her horn and a few spots along her chest. Her skin while clean has numerous scars and stitch marks dotting them, a sign of her 'mummy' trying to 'fix her up better', or her her own poor attempts at doing the same. Her eyes leak from time to time a black, sticky fluid that she tends to wipe into her hair, making it a bit matted.

She's slender and squishy. She also smells strongly of persimmons. Like, enormously so. She's exceedingly shy and if seen in public will usually be tugging at her hair or clothing or trying to shrink her towering frame as much as she can. In fact her extremely over long legs are often crinkled and seem almost digitrade due to her embarrassment at her height. Just like her embarrassment at most of herself, really.

She can talk, but not well. Intelligence is up to the beholder.

Where any particularly magical individual interested, she's a very old but very poorly made Homunculous. Whatever alchemist made her apparently had no desire to finish the project nor to scrap it down to parts to redo. She simply exists.