my mud oc rough ref sheet!! sorry for nudity but wanted to make sure i knew what they looked like lol

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my mud oc rough ref sheet!! sorry for nudity but wanted to make sure i knew what they looked like lol

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"'Ron'? Oh! Yes, I think I have. Sometimes I see this sweet little Mud pop in. Is she from another club? Definitely not one of ours. Very unkempt. Lots of scars, like a worker! She usually comes in with Molluck, that CEO of RuptureFarms. I guess he just hires her? Feels sorry for her, maybe? I'm not sure I get it."
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"I know there are some clubs that don't take as good care of their employees as Madame does with us. Maybe she's from one of those. A little 'rescue', perhaps?"
ron and mo rarely get to see each other just because of the sheer trouble of scheduling hang outs. rupturefarms is massive. it cannot be understated. feeco is also connected to so many train lines, and therefore large just on it's own. it's hard to find the time.
they've been friends before they got assigned. a teenaged ron pulled mo aside one day and stripped, pointed at her body and panicked that she didn't know why she looked different, asked if mo had the same thing happen. had lived her whole life up until that point thinking she was a worker, the same as the rest — same male feather colouring, same everything — and had spent even longer watching her body change in silence before she finally told anyone. he was slack-jawed and stunned. no, no, i uh, that hasn't happened to me, ron. sorry. neuron activation or whatever. but still, he keeps it to himself and even though they usually only see each other at run down dives catered towards workers, in the stockyards, when ron's at the railway waiting to go to molluck's estate, or when they can stow away in a bunk in the cover of darkness, they make time. wherever they can.
mo cares for her, but seeing her mental degradation and how she withdraws even moreso than she did before — her excuse just being social ineptitude before then — worries him. he tries to be there, but he just can't be. and still she comes back more and more different. he tries to tell her about a revolution, about an escape. she doesn't hear it. she'll never hear it.