Age: 23
Height: 6'8''
Weight ~200 lbs
Eyes: A deep dark blue
Hair: Blue as well, no dye
Horns: a few inches, but always growing, needs to keep an eye on them.
Bust: Nice D-cups
Marumba grew up on a farm outside of any village, not even talking about a city with more than a few houndret inhabitatnts, her family was the most important thing in her life and still is. Her mother was a woman full of love who thought her to respect and help people whenever possible, she also thought her some first-aid skills allowing her to bandage most wounds and even do a good job until a doctor arrives. Her father on the other hand was the hard working man who had to earn the money for his wife and children. He didn't have any good word for cities and living in copmany with more than a few others. Most of the time they did live compeletely independent, not even having the need to buy stuff from the village.
But sometimes when they had to go to the city for light bulbs and other stuff they just couldn't produce or find a substitute on their farm they made it to the nearby village. It wasn't something special and you'd laugh if you saw it but for Marumba it was the best she knew. There were so many people so many other humans, some were like them some had fur and other weird stuff. Marumba felt as if she was in heaven those days, she used her time there to run around, play in the park with other kids, watch a movie and in the evening before returning to their farm the did always go to a restaurant called Pasta! Pasta! where they served pasta of any kind what was something she didn't get on their farm and she loved it.
Marumba didn't go to school as normal kids, her parent thought her everything they assumed to be useful in her life at home and so she had to find something to pass the time that wasn't filled with working on the farm, feeding the animals cleaning the stables or repairing something. She discovered a passion for books what she tried to hide from her father best she could, his opinion on books was mostly the same like he had about cities and so she did hide them in the barn, in a small closet she did built herself. Marumba just loved the relations in the books being it a romance or and adventure fantasy or sci-fi, it didn't matter to her all she wanted was a good book in they hay.
At the age of 19 she started to get restless and asked her parents to let her go to the village alone, she was eager to meet people be in some real company except for the characters from her books but her father permitted it and they had a really bad argument about her duties and what a good daughter should do and especially should not do. To make it short they didn't talk anymore for two months, then her father died in an accident. Her mother and Marumba were shocked, none of them could believe that he was gone for good. It didn't take them too long to see that they couldn't keep the farm and the land around it, keeping it in shape, care for the animals and the fields. Marum and her mother decided to sell the farm and move to a village far away from it, near a big city.
They had enough money to buy themselves a small house with a garage and small garden where they wanted to spent their life from now on. Although Marumba did think the house was a little to big for just two person her mother told her with a wink that it didn't need to stay that empty forever. First of all Marumba was confused but then she laughed and blushed, her mother was a completely diffrent person, now, that her father was gone. To sum it up, Marumba managed to get a job in a bookstore, what was perfect for her as it did match her hobbies perfectly and she did meet people there, she could make friends and although she didn't think about it too often she did never forget about her youth at the farm, the visits to the village, the pasta, her father whom she missed with his rough sense of humonr.
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A rather young cowgirl, she's kinda shy in public but going forward to what she wants, sometimes this causes more trouble for her than she can handle but she's a nice person in general. She's got a passion for pasta of any kind.
Still a work in progress (more or less)