[Evils]

Username -- Evils
Name -- Ashton
Sex -- Cow
Struggle they've had --
Ashton has always struggled with identity; who she wants to be and who others make her out to be. Others in her cowmunity know her to be a dark figure with a well known title of chasing others away, she's never fit in with the other cows and never felt like she ever did. Her heart stings with agony as she knows she can never be herself, strong spirited and happy.

Since she was a calf, she felt separate from both the bulls and the cows, because of this she had a difficult time making friends. As she got older, she realized she wasn't a girl at all but rather a beautiful agendered cow. She was too terrified to tell anyone who she really was as they already saw her as a snarky, dark spirited woman. Ashton is far from others think her to be, she is actually a rather self conscious and caring person, but the way others depict her, she's afraid to let her true self shine.

Her gender struggle was just the surface of her identity struggle; once she realized and began to accept her gender, she realized she loved cows more than bulls, rather, she seemed to only love cows. She couldn't find herself to fall for any bull she spent time with, not even those who were considered good looking. During this time of questioning, she found herself falling in love with a small, kind young cow named Sandra.

Afraid to show her true feelings, she started hanging out with the cow as a friend. Now the two are close friends, but Ashton still has concealed feelings for her friend, but thanks to her she has opened up to her; as in she acts the way she wants around her. Every day she spends time with her, she struggles deeply with the fact she may never be with the one she truly loves.

[grizzly.]

Username -- grizzly.
Name -- Terry
Sex -- Cow
Struggle they've had -- wip

[tragedy,]

Username --
Bubbly.Water
Name --
Noir
Sex --
Cow
Struggle they've had --
Noir has struggled with being different. Noir has anxiety and has to deal with it her whole life. Other cows and bulls use to tease her because of it. Her only way was to stay in her room and never do anything. Her parents got worried and scared. Noir finally got over staying in her room and started to explore the world, not caring what other people think of her.

[IMadeYouRead.This]

Sex -- Cow

Struggle they've had

Growing up as a young adolescence, Reuben had a hard time dealing with her dietary life style. Her parents, unlike her, loved buying meat products from the butcher while she preferred her daily fruits and veggies. This gal had a strong love for animals especially that of her cattle. Her and her family lived out on a farm and had been living there since she was a little girl. Nothing much has changed since then. Every meal the family spent together was at the dinning room table and their favorite thing to eat was chicken or beef. Reuben always tried refusing the food, feeding it to their cat or dog if it was given to her.
There wasn't really much she could do considering her family understood little about vegetarianism and it's soul purpose. Her father insisted the meat was good for her bones as well as her skin but that never changed her mind. Many nuts could help with the protien she needed while fruits and veggies could help with vitamins.
Unlike her brothers she insisted she attend public school where she went and learned more about this lifestyle is in the school library. Eating the way she wanted may have been difficult but she found her way through it yet there was one thing she couldn't stop. Her father had not always went to the butcher for meat. He had his own cattle and when it was time he would go out and pick one for dinner. This always had upset Reuben, those cows were like friends to her on that farm. Other girls her age lived to far away to come over and play so she spent hours outside with the animals. Each and every one of them she loved and the thought of loosing any of them just broke her heart.
305/1,500

[jumu]

Username -- Lioth
Name -- Ajax
Sex -- Cow
Struggle they've had --

"The wind wasn't so cold that day. The rain not as heavy, either, the sky not so dark, the ground not so crisp. The air seemed suffocating, pressing on my lungs with such impertinence and duress. The stone in front of me wavered in the dark, blurring the lines between what is just and what is real. At the time, I couldn't tell if it was the rain or my own tears that were rolling down my face.
I knelt to the ground, it sinking beneath my feet, sloshing around in the soft rain. There were thirty other people there, but suddenly I had never felt so alone, so helpless and defeated. Everyone around me moved forward to the mellowed brown box, some holding hands, some resting their hands on top of their mouths, their sobs silent in the downpour.
It had been one man and one woman. The woman had gone crazy before her time, a disease of the brain that still remains a mystery to all of us. The man visited her grave, every day. He brought a single flower, and he talked to her about their six children, and how they were doing. It took three years before the man himself could no longer visit her. He was sent to an old folk's home, where he lay for eight years, slowly deteriorating from the shining, dashing, selfless young man that everyone loved. It was at just over ninety years old that the man went crazy, his fits of absolute insanity landing him in the hospital.
It was that morning that my mother woke me, laying on the bed next to me, whispering that my grandfather had died. I didn't even cry. All I did was fall back asleep, and as I awoke again I started bawling, my back flexing and my legs shaking in pure agony. The sweetest and most gentle man I had ever met, had suddenly disappeared, and I never had the chance to say good bye.
And so it was, on the day of my grandfather's funeral, that I knelt on the ground and stared at his grave. His name scrawled underneath the woman he had spent so much time taking care of, loving, worshipping. It was set in stone that one of the only genuinely good people left in the world had died, at the age of ninety years, two weeks, and six days. 2,841,955,200 seconds, 47,365,920 minutes, 789,432 hours, 32,893 days, 4,699 weeks, and there wasn't a single nanosecond left in the world for the only good man that I ever knew."

[Queen Vivane]

Username -- Queen Chrysalis
Name -- Beau
Sex -- Cow
Struggle they've had -- (Humanized)
The young woman after struggling with her bound hands brushed an idle strand of hair out of her eyes. Everything was so wrong and there was nothing she could do to prove that she had no part in the horror that had ended with her being restrained.
WIP

[Lady Tuesday]

Username -- It's Tuesday Again.
Name -- Reyala
Sex -- Cow
Struggle they've had --
has trouble fitting her horns through doorways. she actually has had to sode step through the frames at different angles on a few different occassions with everyone staring at her. But there was this one time that she actually had to go through someone's living room window in order to get inside for a very important surprise party. another time, she knocked three people out in the elevator when she turnerd her head and leaned in to press the button. she has to have her car window open at all times so that the tip of her horns don't scratch the window.

[parlaymars]

Username -- I ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ Ian ♥
Name -- Alouette
Sex -- Cow
Struggle they've had -- wip

[The Royal Mirage]

Username -- The Royal Mirage
Name -- Kameira - means 'surrounded by light'
Sex -- Cow
Struggle they've had -- Kameira's struggle has followed her her entire life - she lives in the shadow of another, namely that of her lifelong friend Galatea. The two have been close since they were calves, but Galatea always seemed to outshine her dark companion. The other cow's sugary-sweet disposition and bouncy exterior drew others to her like moths to a flame, while Kameira's introversion and sarcasm tended to shade her own inner light and discourage others from trying to get to know her. Kammy is constantly unsure of herself and her conviction to her own true feelings, always wondering if others might like her more if she were so pure and gentle as Galatea; she sometimes goes so far as to try to copy her friend in the hopes of garnering the adoration of others. The ease with which Galatea becomes close to others is a constant hit to the cow's self-esteem, but she tries to hide her feelings of inferiority when the other girl is around; Kameira doesn't want to lose her closest friend due to her own jealousy. It puts an unconscious strain on their relationship, but a night alone together playing games and having fun tends to lessen the burden. Despite the issues their friendship has caused her, Kameira wouldn't give up her best friend for anything in the world.

Extra: (if art isn't allowed, just ignore this link - I just couldn't resist this scenario <3)

[whisky]

Username -- whisky
Name -- Marge
Sex -- Cow
Struggle they've had -- (no word limit) Honestly? Cow licks. (No pun intended) Her hair curls in the most irritating of ways. Marge is rather over dramatic anyway, so she over dramatizes the whole thing. "What? Another curl? You're not serious. That's it. I'm dead. literally dead. Life was nice while it lasted."