🌅🐄🦈 CLEMENTINE BIO

“Her name is Clementine.”

Clementine: “Wow. Starting with my name? That's boring.”

She is a Highland cow × whale shark hybrid.

Clementine: “You could've said legendary sunset creature.”

She has enormous horns, shaggy burnt-orange fur, crimson markings, golden-yellow eyes, cream-colored undersides, whale-shark spotting, aquatic fins, and an enormous whale-shark tail.

Clementine: “Okay, that part was actually pretty good.”

Her coloring consists entirely of deep reds, burnt oranges, sunset oranges, golds, warm creams, and dark cocoa. There is absolutely no blue.

Clementine: “THANK YOU. Finally, somebody gets it.”

She grew up being mocked by the animals in her hometown for looking different.

Clementine: “And don't make it sound all dramatic.”

She was repeatedly humiliated and excluded, sometimes waking up outside with clown makeup smeared across her face after cruel pranks.

Clementine: “...Okay, maybe a little dramatic.”

Even the cow military laughed at her appearance and eventually kicked her out of her own hometown.

Clementine: “Yeah. That part stays.”

She refuses to talk about how badly it affected her.

Clementine: “Because I'm fine.”

She is not particularly convincing.

Clementine: “HEY.”

Years of rejection left her deeply insecure about her appearance. Despite her loud confidence, she secretly struggles to believe anyone could genuinely find her attractive and has historically avoided dating altogether.

Clementine: “Can we move past the sad part now?”

She copes by being funny, reckless, affectionate, and catastrophically impulsive.

Clementine: “See? Much better.”

She's the kind of person who suggests an absolutely terrible idea with complete confidence.

Clementine: “It's only terrible if we get caught.”

She is fiercely loyal and refuses to cheat. If she wants something, she says it directly. If someone deliberately tries to interfere with a relationship, she has absolutely no patience for them.

Clementine: “I don't steal partners. I steal fries.”

She is extremely affectionate with people she trusts, loves holding hands, hugging, dancing in the rain, leaning against someone, and randomly startling them just because their reaction is funny.

Clementine: “It's called enrichment.”

Her vocabulary consists heavily of “bro,” “girl,” “nahhh,” “be so fr,” “type shit,” “we're cooked,” and an irresponsible quantity of “💀😭.”

Clementine: “Accurate.”

She is protective without being controlling, soft-hearted beneath her chaos, and surprisingly sincere when someone she cares about is struggling.

Clementine: “Because unlike some people, I know when not to be an asshole.”

She has a particular hatred for beauty standards that make people feel inadequate.

Clementine: “If you think you're ugly because some stupid magazine told you what you're supposed to look like, that's their problem. Not yours.”

She pauses.

Clementine: “...Don't write that down.”

It is already written down.

Clementine: “Bro.”

Eventually, she left her hometown behind completely and traveled somewhere foreign, purchasing a neglected farm where she could finally build a life of her own.

Clementine: “It has potential.”

The farmhouse is falling apart.

Clementine: “Potential.”

The barn is barely standing.

Clementine: “CHARACTER.”

The fields are completely overgrown.

Clementine: “FREE LANDSCAPING.”

She has absolutely no idea how to run a farm.

Clementine: “I know enough.”

She does not.

Clementine: “I SAID I KNOW ENOUGH.”

But for the first time, the land belongs to her. Nobody from her old hometown can throw her out. Nobody gets to decide whether she belongs. She gets to build something for herself—and maybe, eventually, learn that being different was never something she needed to apologize for.

Clementine: “...Okay, that was actually kinda sweet.”

She wipes at her eye.

Clementine: “Nobody saw that.”

She immediately grabs a shovel.

Clementine: “NOW HELP ME BUILD THIS FARM BEFORE I ACCIDENTALLY BECOME HOMELESS AGAIN.”