Country Girl.

Appearance — true parasite form:

Height: impossible to define; feels endless even if right in front of you

Body: a writhing mass of root-like tendrils and tentacles, shimmering in impossible colors your brain wants to forget

Eyes: dozens of eyes all over its body, no two the same shape — some oval, some triangular, some seem to stare through reality itself

Mouth: no single mouth — cracks open all over its form, lined with teeth like shattered glass

Voice: deep, layered, like thousands of whispers overlapping out of sync

Personality — true parasite:

Completely cold, like a scientist watching bacteria in a petri dish

No concept of good or evil — only curiosity and purpose: understand, dissect, consume

Still asks questions, but now with obsessive fascination:
“How long can your flesh hold onto consciousness…? Let’s find out.”

Behaviour — true parasite:

Never makes sudden moves — it engulfs, seeps into space itself

Every action is precise, deliberate, part of some cosmic experiment

Doesn’t attack right away — first it watches how you’ll react

Reality warps near it: lines bend, objects melt, sounds distort

Transformation moment:

Her pupils dilate to insane proportions, the blush fades, her mouth stretches far wider than humanly possible. She stops blinking. Then the skin begins to tear, like something inside had been hiding all along, straining to burst free.

Appearance — “simpleton” form:

Height: about 160 cm (5'3")

Build: frail, thin wrists, tends to slouch a bit

Face: round, with a rosy blush; big green eyes with wide pupils (like a fawn); freckles across the nose

Hair: light brown, tied in two messy braids that she fidgets with constantly

Clothing: simple rough dress, like a country girl’s; worn-out shoes; carries a scruffy bag full of odd trinkets; often holds a little bunch of wildflowers

Voice: high-pitched, a bit squeaky, like someone who’s always searching for the right word; has a slight odd accent

Personality — “simpleton” form:

Seems dumb: asks stuff like “Why does the sun shine?” or “Is your sky always this blue?”

Overly polite, cuts herself off mid-sentence to apologize

Thanks everyone for every little thing

Scared of bothering people, always seems unsure

Reacts to weird stuff with childlike wonder (“Ooh, what’s this scary thing?” — pointing at, say, a TV)

Behaviour — “simpleton” form:

Always walks just a bit behind, as if shy

Frequently trips or drops things (actually a distraction tactic)

Sneaks glances when she thinks no one’s watching

Sometimes repeats what people say, as if memorizing it