Anastasia Vulpin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Appearance: Anastasia is a curious case. Not much is known of who she used to be, or even how much of her body is the original owner’s, or even human, as she had been remade and rebuilt by one Doctor Vulpin after finding her shattered remains. Thankfully the good doctor had the sense to replace and rebuild her former, broken body with parts from other women, instead of mixing and matching with whatever or whoever was convenient.
The doctor, however, did not take much stock in the tones of each part, which left Anastasia with a variable palette of skin tones. Each replacement part, bordered by a myriad of stitches, sports the colour of their original owner, from the palest to the darkest skinned individual, to a handful of more colourful tones, such as blue and green from the doctor’s non-human stock.
Though patchwork, the doctor seemed to have a good eye, as Anastasia could be considered good looking, if one could look past all the stitches and patches of mismatched skin. Though hidden behind a mask most of the time, she sports defined features, from carefully chosen cheekbones, a smaller nose, and a well shaped jaw line. Her mouth is split down the middle, and often pulled into a big, long grin, showing off a set of pearly whites. Thankfully, Vulpin had the sense to make these parts match, except for one of Anastasia’s canines, that looks far longer than her others.
As the finishing touch on her face, her eyes are ironically full of life, even if one is blue and the other green, at least one belonging to someone else before it was gifted to Anastasia.
She has a limber, athletic build, one built for the ease of efficient movement, and it allows the patchwork woman to climb, crawl, and otherwise move with grace, not unlike a circus acrobat.
Her body is also home to a great number of secrets. On the outside, she seems fairly straight forward, she looks like any other human just with different coloured skin across her body. The doctor needed more than just a regular old human though, which has lended itself to several changes in her body’s build. Her fingers, for instance, seem normal when in gloves, but each of her fingers is able to split in two, effectively giving her ten digits on either hand.
As for her clothing, she wears whatever she can get her hands on or whatever Vulpin gives her. Her favourite outfit however, is one of many colours, not unlike herself. The outfit must have belonged to a circus at one point, as the top left her arms and shoulders exposed, and only really covered her chest and the sides of her neck. The material over one side of her chest is a rich purple, and the other side a deep gold, all complete with green stitching all the way around.
Her bottoms starts half way up her abdomen, the almost-corset like midsection is made up of a multi colored diamond shaped checkerboard that ends just past her rear, trimmed with little golden fronds. The legs are made up of several long strips of purple and gold material that bloom at the middle, and connect back together half way up her shin, and finally she wears a matching pair of boots.
Finally, her mask was gifted to her by Doctor Vulpin, though unlike his it ends half way down her face, and consists of a pair of feminine eye-holes and a long beak at her nose. Perhaps its his way of showing off his handiwork.
Equipment: Anastasia was remade for the purpose of assisting Doctor Vulpin in whatever it is he needed done, mostly around his surgery. She is usually equipped with tools given to her by the Doctor, such as knives, a bone saw, dental pliers, whatever she needs at the time.
She does, however, own a fairly ornate knife, one that she hides among the baggy strips that make up her trousers. This wasn’t given to her by the Doctor, however, instead its one she found while walking the beaches. The way the blade shone in the sunlight made it seem so pretty, so the patchwork woman decided to keep it.
Skills and Abilities: Anastasia has many skills gifted to her by her father, Doctor Vulpin. Most notably she is a skilled surgeon, not only because of Vulpin’s teachings, but also her fascination of what makes a body tick, as well as how to preserve parts of that body once it has stopped ticking.
Her rebuild and construction has left her limber and agile, a conscious choice by the Doctor, which has given her exceptional ease of movement and flexibility. As a result, her movements are quite graceful and with purpose, not unlike that of a circus gymnast.
Her additions at the hand of the Doctor each serve their own purpose as well, such as her extra fingers for greater dexterity while using tools.
Since her body is also made up of spare parts, those parts are highly replaceable, leaving her with an exceptional endurance. Those parts that do break can either be fixed or replaced. Some might think that with her constructed nature that she can’t necessarily feel pain, especially considering she doesn’t have much of an adverse reaction to such things, but that’s not the case. She can most certainly feel, but instead of being adverse to pain, she is fascinated by it, much like every other sensation she feels across her borrowed skin and muscle.
Allegiances: Doctor Vulpin
Registered: May 21, 2021 21:19:25 GMT -5
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Post by Anastasia Vulpin on Jul 9, 2023 17:51:16 GMT -5
As Gray spoke, Anastasia opened a drawer in her desk and fished out a worn, cracked pocket watch. The metal had once been gold plated, but time had stolen its lustre, leaving it a scratched, silverish hue, however it still ticked in time. Was it always working? Repaired by Stasia? Questions that weren’t important.
She gently lifted the lamp and quietly walked over to Nina’s bed. As she listened intently to her new companion, she inspected her patient. With a cloth that sat on the stand beside the bed, she reached out and dabbed the drool on her cheek away, then sat herself down without disturbing the slumbering woman.
First she pressed a thumb to Nina’s uninjured wrist and watched the seconds tick by, part of her brain keeping track and recording the result, while the other listened to Gray. Then she switched to the injured wrist. One, two, three… after a minute her grin tightened in satisfaction. She let go of the wrist and looked her over once more before taking a moment to gently move a few strands of hair from Nina’s face, then stood once more.
As silently as she’d gone to Nina’s side, she returned back to Gray, but didn’t stand just yet. She lifted a small board from her desk and scribbled down some numbers and symbols, most certainly some sort of short-hand. “Fascinating…” she cooed in a soft tone. “Very impressive.”
Stasia put the board down and leaned against the table in front of Gray as she finally addressed him. “Theories,” she said as she faced him, light from the lamp licking at the numerous colours that made her exposed tummy and arms. Her voice seemed quieter than before, as not to disturb Nina. Though she remained in a deep sleep, perhaps something had changed - but likely for the better given Stasia’s demeanour. “While I do find the concept of time not being a straight line, webbed, relative, fascinating… something that I would like to explore with you more, I do think there are other explanations.”
She lifted a hand and gestured to the door first. “Such as delusion. I have had patients who I have diagnosed with different mental conditions, possibly sparked by losing their homes and loved ones. Trauma does fascinating things to the brain and can warp one’s reality. Perhaps someone’s concept of time is one of these things. I believe that to be more likely than the concept of time being an abnormal construct. Were that to be in fact true… I would have to take some time to consider it.” She stopped for a moment, then shrugged. “Or not. True or not, I have far more pressing things to consider. Different timelines or time zones do not hold sway in the present. If your theory is true, they have converged here, so that is where my focus will remain.”
“Which brings me neatly to your next theory,” she said. “If this land is indeed a net to catch the strongest of civilizations, then I believe we may not be capable of finding the criteria that makes all of you great, in this context at least.” She folded her arms over her chest as she spoke, and though the lamp only seemed to illuminate her body from its perch on her desk, the colours of her eyes still seemed to dance in the subtle flickers that glinted from her mask. “We would first need to survey all who have and who will arrive here, look for correlations and similarities, and draw conclusions for that, or-” she linked her fingers together, stretched her arms out, then let them rest at her front. “The selection was random - if a selection at all. Survival of the fittest, only those who can survive did - or in my case were forced to survive by mere mortals - who themselves were strong enough to make it.”
Then she blinks as if realising something, had she understood him correctly? “Or perhaps you’re referring to those who were here before us?” she asked. “The answer to that is… impossible to answer factually - a running theme of this evening’s discussions I see. Perhaps they were the last ones caught in our cycle. Perhaps they just died out like the worlds of most of the dwellers around us. Perhaps they just weren’t as strong - or did not have the technology to make it work.” She shrugged once again. “Unfortunately for them, I am a doctor, not a historian, so while I am fascinated by the theories surrounding them, their plight is irrelevant to me and my work for the moment. Instead, they shall remain points of fascinating discussion and theories shared between friends, such as yourself.”
She pushed herself off of the desk and stepped towards Gray before gently taking his hand. She looked it over, brushing her strange fingers over his knuckles in thought. She then squatted down to be eye level with him, her hand in his. “Another running theme for my existence,” she said through her usual grin. “I seem to prove most people wrong. However, I understand the sentiment, and I feel the same way. You have been a fascinating conversation partner, Gray, one that I did not know I needed until now. I am looking forward to our future conversations fondly.” Then her voice got much quieter. “Especially ones outside of my office and away from prying ears.” She gave a wink and squeezed Gray’s hand.
She knew the night would come and go quickly with their conversations, but she eagerly looked forward to their next meeting at her home. She had many questions, and many of them could not be asked in the infirmary - nor with agents of the empress-that-was outside her door.
Despite the evening being filled with theorycrafting and musings, one thing stood out above all else to Anastasia - the fact she had somehow made a friend out of a fellow freak.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Sept 2, 2023 17:33:00 GMT -5
Lady Naoki knocks twice on The Infirmary’s door before entering. Stepping inside, she holds the door open for her company: Honoka Yuzu and Ilvati, who, after peeling off the beach, she brought by the Mess Hall, where they obtained “two large bowls of stew to go.” Stews thusly acquired, Naoki has brought them now to The Infirmary, where she’s insisted that the pair of them get looked at. “Anastasia!” Naoki calls into the building, disregarding the assistants. “When you’ve a moment: I havc two live ones — fresh, here for checkups.” There are chairs near the entrance where a few mildly injured townsfolk are waiting to be seen. Lady Naoki half-motions to them, suggesting that her company sit, if they’d like. But Anastasia has never kept her waiting long, so Naoki remains standing.
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Honoka Yuzu
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: late 20s.
Appearance: Honoka is a woman of short stature. Her short dark hair is shielded by a large straw hat. Brown, blue, black, no one seems to know the color of her inquisitive eyes. She does only have one eye. The other covered by and eyepatch hiding years of history. Winters are long in the region she hails from, her pale skin reflects the lack of sunlight. She is definitely one to burn rather than tan. Her clothes are what some may consider traditional, but is common for fighters of her rank. She often wears loose fitting robes to easier move during combat. For those lucky enough to see her back, a large vibrant serpent is inked into her skin.
Equipment: Her most important equipment is her weaponry. A odachi thrust through her obi belt, a tanto hidden underneath her robes for anyone who tests her personal space. In her traveling bag is a wakizashi and katana sword that she easily switches for duel handed wielding. The other contents of her bag include an animal skin water pouch, medicinal herbs and bandages, and a few days of food rations was all she was able to grab before the calamity engulfed her world.
Skills and Abilities: Not only is Honoka skilled with the blade, she has years after years of leading her fellow swordsmen. She has experience in camouflage and tracking. Much like a blood hound, once she gets a hit she can always track them down.
Biography: Honoka trained hard to hone the sword from a young age. She came from a long line of warriors. She quickly excelled and gained recognition and rose up until she too had her own fighters to train. She commanded her own army leading them to victory. Honoka recieved many injuries through the years, but the worst is the one she hides behind her eyepatch. Only few know what truly happened that fight. Everyone else can only speculate about what Honoka hides behind that piece of cloth.
Registered: May 9, 2023 20:48:47 GMT -5
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Post by Honoka Yuzu on Sept 11, 2023 20:19:06 GMT -5
Honoka follows Naoki to the infirmary. She has definitely seen better days. The water and food rejuvenate her but other injuries still linger. Her hands are cut and bruised from days of working the ropes, a limp in her leg, and some unknown sickness causing her lungs to work overtime. She graciously accepts the seat and plops down. Her whole body sinks allowing a moment of relaxation. Honoka lets go of the tension she's been carrying in her body in one long exhale. Her body feels a dozen times lighter.
She waits quietly for someone to attend to her. The samurai takes a quick look at the new lizardfolk acquaintance, maybe the doctors should look at her first. Honoka feels smug that she arrived conscious. Honoka 1 Ilvati 0, that is if anyone was keeping score. No need to have competition amongst those working towards the same goal. Honoka still doesn't trust that green-scaly person.
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Ilvati
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 51
Appearance: A blue lizardfolk with a feathered plumage, her face cold and stoic, her body lean and muscular.
Equipment: Ilvati carries a magical Kama and Kusarigama that she can store in an extradimensional pocket. Additionally, she leads a band of 200 lizardfolk.
Skills and Abilities: In addition to being a ruthlessly efficient and intelligent leader, Ilvati has heightened durability and physical strength, and expertise with Kama and Kusarigama.
Allegiances: The Lizardfolk
Place of Residence: Mountains to the East of Port Argentium
Registered: Jan 18, 2023 22:36:50 GMT -5
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Post by Ilvati on Sept 12, 2023 14:54:39 GMT -5
Ilvati gladly took a seat, leaning back in the chair offered to her, interlocking her hands behind her head, closing her eyes and letting out a deep sigh. She had noticed the Daimyo’s hands, and felt lucky that her species appeared more durable than these humans. If she had the same wounds as the Daimyo, her new acquaintances would certainly realize Ilvati had actually come to the isles on a ship.
For now, her cover story was safe. She exaggerated how sore her body was, as she would have slept for many nights on that makeshift raft. She really had been dehydrated though, and still felt a bit dizzy, even after drinking the water that had been offered to her. Hopefully this doctor didn’t have much experience with reptilian species, and any discrepancies they found could be chalked up to an uncommon anatomy.
Otherwise, after eating, Ilvati felt like herself again. Her people came from an island chain in a world composed mostly of oceans, and her species was well adapted to life on the open seas.
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Anastasia Vulpin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Appearance: Anastasia is a curious case. Not much is known of who she used to be, or even how much of her body is the original owner’s, or even human, as she had been remade and rebuilt by one Doctor Vulpin after finding her shattered remains. Thankfully the good doctor had the sense to replace and rebuild her former, broken body with parts from other women, instead of mixing and matching with whatever or whoever was convenient.
The doctor, however, did not take much stock in the tones of each part, which left Anastasia with a variable palette of skin tones. Each replacement part, bordered by a myriad of stitches, sports the colour of their original owner, from the palest to the darkest skinned individual, to a handful of more colourful tones, such as blue and green from the doctor’s non-human stock.
Though patchwork, the doctor seemed to have a good eye, as Anastasia could be considered good looking, if one could look past all the stitches and patches of mismatched skin. Though hidden behind a mask most of the time, she sports defined features, from carefully chosen cheekbones, a smaller nose, and a well shaped jaw line. Her mouth is split down the middle, and often pulled into a big, long grin, showing off a set of pearly whites. Thankfully, Vulpin had the sense to make these parts match, except for one of Anastasia’s canines, that looks far longer than her others.
As the finishing touch on her face, her eyes are ironically full of life, even if one is blue and the other green, at least one belonging to someone else before it was gifted to Anastasia.
She has a limber, athletic build, one built for the ease of efficient movement, and it allows the patchwork woman to climb, crawl, and otherwise move with grace, not unlike a circus acrobat.
Her body is also home to a great number of secrets. On the outside, she seems fairly straight forward, she looks like any other human just with different coloured skin across her body. The doctor needed more than just a regular old human though, which has lended itself to several changes in her body’s build. Her fingers, for instance, seem normal when in gloves, but each of her fingers is able to split in two, effectively giving her ten digits on either hand.
As for her clothing, she wears whatever she can get her hands on or whatever Vulpin gives her. Her favourite outfit however, is one of many colours, not unlike herself. The outfit must have belonged to a circus at one point, as the top left her arms and shoulders exposed, and only really covered her chest and the sides of her neck. The material over one side of her chest is a rich purple, and the other side a deep gold, all complete with green stitching all the way around.
Her bottoms starts half way up her abdomen, the almost-corset like midsection is made up of a multi colored diamond shaped checkerboard that ends just past her rear, trimmed with little golden fronds. The legs are made up of several long strips of purple and gold material that bloom at the middle, and connect back together half way up her shin, and finally she wears a matching pair of boots.
Finally, her mask was gifted to her by Doctor Vulpin, though unlike his it ends half way down her face, and consists of a pair of feminine eye-holes and a long beak at her nose. Perhaps its his way of showing off his handiwork.
Equipment: Anastasia was remade for the purpose of assisting Doctor Vulpin in whatever it is he needed done, mostly around his surgery. She is usually equipped with tools given to her by the Doctor, such as knives, a bone saw, dental pliers, whatever she needs at the time.
She does, however, own a fairly ornate knife, one that she hides among the baggy strips that make up her trousers. This wasn’t given to her by the Doctor, however, instead its one she found while walking the beaches. The way the blade shone in the sunlight made it seem so pretty, so the patchwork woman decided to keep it.
Skills and Abilities: Anastasia has many skills gifted to her by her father, Doctor Vulpin. Most notably she is a skilled surgeon, not only because of Vulpin’s teachings, but also her fascination of what makes a body tick, as well as how to preserve parts of that body once it has stopped ticking.
Her rebuild and construction has left her limber and agile, a conscious choice by the Doctor, which has given her exceptional ease of movement and flexibility. As a result, her movements are quite graceful and with purpose, not unlike that of a circus gymnast.
Her additions at the hand of the Doctor each serve their own purpose as well, such as her extra fingers for greater dexterity while using tools.
Since her body is also made up of spare parts, those parts are highly replaceable, leaving her with an exceptional endurance. Those parts that do break can either be fixed or replaced. Some might think that with her constructed nature that she can’t necessarily feel pain, especially considering she doesn’t have much of an adverse reaction to such things, but that’s not the case. She can most certainly feel, but instead of being adverse to pain, she is fascinated by it, much like every other sensation she feels across her borrowed skin and muscle.
Allegiances: Doctor Vulpin
Registered: May 21, 2021 21:19:25 GMT -5
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Post by Anastasia Vulpin on Sept 13, 2023 16:21:56 GMT -5
Hm? Hark, someone had called her name in a place she rarely heard it. In the infirmary she was Doctor, or Doctor Vulpin, but almost never Anastasia. It had been unexpected, and even more unexpected was that it had in itself been unexpected. She leant back in her chair, allowing herself a moment to analyse why her own name had surprised her. It was likely that she had been in a position of authority in the infirmary for long enough.
Regardless, she stood and pulled her doctor's coat over her mismatched, colourful arms. The voice hadn't been from those she may expect to call her by her first name, the likes of Doctor Marks, her only superior within those walls, nor was it the voice of her new friend Gray. Then again, he wouldn't dare call out to her in that way, not for her sake but his own. No, the voice belonged to someone else who's unique physique still left her with Questions.
"Lady Naoki," she said through her unusually usual grin, one that nobody had ever seen her without. She closed the door to her office and navigated between the beds to the waiting area, passing staff and obstacles with a strange grace. "One moment…"
She took a moment to examine those in her waiting room. Whatever she was, she was certainly not normal. The parts of her face that weren't hidden by a smooth, white porcelain mask were a mix of different tones and colours, all bordering one another along lines of scars and stitches, and her eyes, one blue and one green, were wide as they peered out of the mask's eyeholes, looking each patient over. The doctor then gestured for a nurse to approach, then she gently pressed a hand to her shoulder and said something in a quiet tone. The nurse nodded and gestured to the next patient along. Stasia had confidence that they could handle them.
She approached the group, hands now behind her back. "A pleasure, Naoki," she said before looking at the two she had referred to. "New faces. Fresh. Unrecognised. Hm… no, that doesn't fit. Fresh." Her pause to consider her choice of words only lasted a moment, but to those who knew her it was almost normal.
"A checkup is indeed recommended for any new arrivals on our island." She tilted her head to the side, addressing the new folk. "I am Doctor Anastasia Vulpin. I am the chief surgeon on this island, and chief of medicine in Doctor Marks' absence. I assure you, while I may seem unnatural, strange, perhaps scary to some, you are in more than capable hands." She gestured to Naoki. "If not, I would not have the blessing of our leader."
With that, she placed her hands back behind herself. Her eyes moved along the pair as she took in some preliminary mental notes. "Fascinating… I have never worked on a reptilian humanoid before, I look forward to your full physical," she says, addressing Ilvati.
"You, however…" She looked to the Samurai and seemed to freeze as memories flashed over her eyes for what felt like seconds, but it had only been a moment. Memories of a far off land, of people in armour like the samurai's. Memories of war. Another answer to the question 'who were the people that Stasia is made of?'. She blinked and tilted her head to the other side. "I would recommend quarantine before we continue." The subtle rasp in her breath indicated disease, and new diseases upon the island were not something Anastasia had the resources for. "Nurse, please take this patient to room one, and this one to room two." She gestured to the pair as a nurse approached. "Newcomer protocols."
The nurse affixed a cloth mask and gestured for the two to follow while Anastasia turned to Naoki. "Is there anything else, my lady?" She asked with her bizarre, wide grin. "Your own checkup is still pending. You can schedule it with myself or Doctor Marks when he is back on duty, of course. I would recommend sooner rather than later."
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Sept 14, 2023 2:41:42 GMT -5
Lady Naoki bumps her eyebrows as Anastasia drops her honorific. On the one hand, it’s only fair, as Naoki dropped hers immediately prior. On the other, it’s not a balanced relationship, and it assumes a degree of intimacy Naoki doesn’t feel they yet share. It doesn’t matter enough to do anything more than bump her eyebrows about, but Naoki notices.
“There is more,” Lady Naoki confirms. “But afterward. I still need to have a word with both of these women, now that they are off the beach and being cared for.”
“Why not attend to whichever strikes you as more pressing,” she suggests, “I’ll speak to the other, we will swap, and then confer afterward?” This seems as an agreeable way to do it, as Naoki is indifferent as to the order of things.
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Anastasia Vulpin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Appearance: Anastasia is a curious case. Not much is known of who she used to be, or even how much of her body is the original owner’s, or even human, as she had been remade and rebuilt by one Doctor Vulpin after finding her shattered remains. Thankfully the good doctor had the sense to replace and rebuild her former, broken body with parts from other women, instead of mixing and matching with whatever or whoever was convenient.
The doctor, however, did not take much stock in the tones of each part, which left Anastasia with a variable palette of skin tones. Each replacement part, bordered by a myriad of stitches, sports the colour of their original owner, from the palest to the darkest skinned individual, to a handful of more colourful tones, such as blue and green from the doctor’s non-human stock.
Though patchwork, the doctor seemed to have a good eye, as Anastasia could be considered good looking, if one could look past all the stitches and patches of mismatched skin. Though hidden behind a mask most of the time, she sports defined features, from carefully chosen cheekbones, a smaller nose, and a well shaped jaw line. Her mouth is split down the middle, and often pulled into a big, long grin, showing off a set of pearly whites. Thankfully, Vulpin had the sense to make these parts match, except for one of Anastasia’s canines, that looks far longer than her others.
As the finishing touch on her face, her eyes are ironically full of life, even if one is blue and the other green, at least one belonging to someone else before it was gifted to Anastasia.
She has a limber, athletic build, one built for the ease of efficient movement, and it allows the patchwork woman to climb, crawl, and otherwise move with grace, not unlike a circus acrobat.
Her body is also home to a great number of secrets. On the outside, she seems fairly straight forward, she looks like any other human just with different coloured skin across her body. The doctor needed more than just a regular old human though, which has lended itself to several changes in her body’s build. Her fingers, for instance, seem normal when in gloves, but each of her fingers is able to split in two, effectively giving her ten digits on either hand.
As for her clothing, she wears whatever she can get her hands on or whatever Vulpin gives her. Her favourite outfit however, is one of many colours, not unlike herself. The outfit must have belonged to a circus at one point, as the top left her arms and shoulders exposed, and only really covered her chest and the sides of her neck. The material over one side of her chest is a rich purple, and the other side a deep gold, all complete with green stitching all the way around.
Her bottoms starts half way up her abdomen, the almost-corset like midsection is made up of a multi colored diamond shaped checkerboard that ends just past her rear, trimmed with little golden fronds. The legs are made up of several long strips of purple and gold material that bloom at the middle, and connect back together half way up her shin, and finally she wears a matching pair of boots.
Finally, her mask was gifted to her by Doctor Vulpin, though unlike his it ends half way down her face, and consists of a pair of feminine eye-holes and a long beak at her nose. Perhaps its his way of showing off his handiwork.
Equipment: Anastasia was remade for the purpose of assisting Doctor Vulpin in whatever it is he needed done, mostly around his surgery. She is usually equipped with tools given to her by the Doctor, such as knives, a bone saw, dental pliers, whatever she needs at the time.
She does, however, own a fairly ornate knife, one that she hides among the baggy strips that make up her trousers. This wasn’t given to her by the Doctor, however, instead its one she found while walking the beaches. The way the blade shone in the sunlight made it seem so pretty, so the patchwork woman decided to keep it.
Skills and Abilities: Anastasia has many skills gifted to her by her father, Doctor Vulpin. Most notably she is a skilled surgeon, not only because of Vulpin’s teachings, but also her fascination of what makes a body tick, as well as how to preserve parts of that body once it has stopped ticking.
Her rebuild and construction has left her limber and agile, a conscious choice by the Doctor, which has given her exceptional ease of movement and flexibility. As a result, her movements are quite graceful and with purpose, not unlike that of a circus gymnast.
Her additions at the hand of the Doctor each serve their own purpose as well, such as her extra fingers for greater dexterity while using tools.
Since her body is also made up of spare parts, those parts are highly replaceable, leaving her with an exceptional endurance. Those parts that do break can either be fixed or replaced. Some might think that with her constructed nature that she can’t necessarily feel pain, especially considering she doesn’t have much of an adverse reaction to such things, but that’s not the case. She can most certainly feel, but instead of being adverse to pain, she is fascinated by it, much like every other sensation she feels across her borrowed skin and muscle.
Allegiances: Doctor Vulpin
Registered: May 21, 2021 21:19:25 GMT -5
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Post by Anastasia Vulpin on Sept 14, 2023 3:21:06 GMT -5
Anastasia's head tilts to its other side, curious about what else Naoki needed, but there would be a time and a place for that. Instead, she looks to the two patients but spends no time deliberating over it. One was clearly more relaxed and would likely present a cleaner bill of health.
The other may be carrying an infectious disease.
She gestured to Honoka. "This one is in need of immediate care, she will be my priority. If there's nothing else, I will be in room one." She fished a cloth mask from her coat pocket and slipped it on, covering her unnatural grin and the bottom section of her porcelain mask.
"If you'll follow me?" She asks the samurai.
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Honoka Yuzu
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: late 20s.
Appearance: Honoka is a woman of short stature. Her short dark hair is shielded by a large straw hat. Brown, blue, black, no one seems to know the color of her inquisitive eyes. She does only have one eye. The other covered by and eyepatch hiding years of history. Winters are long in the region she hails from, her pale skin reflects the lack of sunlight. She is definitely one to burn rather than tan. Her clothes are what some may consider traditional, but is common for fighters of her rank. She often wears loose fitting robes to easier move during combat. For those lucky enough to see her back, a large vibrant serpent is inked into her skin.
Equipment: Her most important equipment is her weaponry. A odachi thrust through her obi belt, a tanto hidden underneath her robes for anyone who tests her personal space. In her traveling bag is a wakizashi and katana sword that she easily switches for duel handed wielding. The other contents of her bag include an animal skin water pouch, medicinal herbs and bandages, and a few days of food rations was all she was able to grab before the calamity engulfed her world.
Skills and Abilities: Not only is Honoka skilled with the blade, she has years after years of leading her fellow swordsmen. She has experience in camouflage and tracking. Much like a blood hound, once she gets a hit she can always track them down.
Biography: Honoka trained hard to hone the sword from a young age. She came from a long line of warriors. She quickly excelled and gained recognition and rose up until she too had her own fighters to train. She commanded her own army leading them to victory. Honoka recieved many injuries through the years, but the worst is the one she hides behind her eyepatch. Only few know what truly happened that fight. Everyone else can only speculate about what Honoka hides behind that piece of cloth.
Registered: May 9, 2023 20:48:47 GMT -5
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Post by Honoka Yuzu on Sept 16, 2023 16:59:50 GMT -5
Anastasia's head tilts to its other side, curious about what else Naoki needed, but there would be a time and a place for that. Instead, she looks to the two patients but spends no time deliberating over it. One was clearly more relaxed and would likely present a cleaner bill of health. The other may be carrying an infectious disease. She gestured to Honoka. "This one is in need of immediate care, she will be my priority. If there's nothing else, I will be in room one." She fished a cloth mask from her coat pocket and slipped it on, covering her unnatural grin and the bottom section of her porcelain mask. "If you'll follow me?" She asks the samurai. Honoka nods and follows the good doctor. What odd people Lady Naoki has employed in this settlement. The immediate reaction Honoka has to the doctor is. . . not positive. This doctor is uncanny. There must be a good reason that this woman is a doctor, but why? Are there not other doctors here? The head physician seems to be gone, even so, is this woman competent? Honoka is most definitely quick to judge people based on their outward appearances. She wouldn't call herself discriminatory but she also doesn't have much experience with people that do not look like her. This will be a difficult learning curve for her. I suppose a bonus is that the good doctor seems to be made entirely of humans. Honoka doens't frighten easily but the doctor does give her the heebies and the jeebies "Doctor Vulpin, how long have you been a doctor for? You and the good lady must be well acquainted with each other to refer to each other in such a casual manner."
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Sept 18, 2023 3:49:57 GMT -5
“That would put us in room two, then,” Lady Naoki supposes. Taking a few steps down the hall, she gestures for Ilvati to follow her. Opening the door, she would hold it for Ilvati before entering herself.
The examination rooms are reasonably suppled, but still bear the spartan sensibilities of a settlement lacking refined production and pervasity of creature comforts. The room is nominally clean, but some stains are difficult to get out, and despite the whole building not being but so old, this room has clearly seen some use.
Lady Naoki takes the stool as her seat, leaving Ilvati the examination table. For a moment, she’s quiet, thinking. Then she considers the scaled woman for a moment before speaking. “You’re full of questions, and so am I. Why not trade,” she suggests, gesturing that Ilvati can go first.
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Ilvati
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 51
Appearance: A blue lizardfolk with a feathered plumage, her face cold and stoic, her body lean and muscular.
Equipment: Ilvati carries a magical Kama and Kusarigama that she can store in an extradimensional pocket. Additionally, she leads a band of 200 lizardfolk.
Skills and Abilities: In addition to being a ruthlessly efficient and intelligent leader, Ilvati has heightened durability and physical strength, and expertise with Kama and Kusarigama.
Allegiances: The Lizardfolk
Place of Residence: Mountains to the East of Port Argentium
Registered: Jan 18, 2023 22:36:50 GMT -5
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Post by Ilvati on Sept 18, 2023 14:24:36 GMT -5
“That would put us in room two, then,” Lady Naoki supposes. Taking a few steps down the hall, she gestures for Ilvati to follow her. Opening the door, she would hold it for Ilvati before entering herself. The examination rooms are reasonably suppled, but still bear the spartan sensibilities of a settlement lacking refined production and pervasity of creature comforts. The room is nominally clean, but some stains are difficult to get out, and despite the whole building not being but so old, this room has clearly seen some use. Lady Naoki takes the stool as her seat, leaving Ilvati the examination table. For a moment, she’s quiet, thinking. Then she considers the scaled woman for a moment before speaking. “You’re full of questions, and so am I. Why not trade,” she suggests, gesturing that Ilvati can go first. Ilvati rose from her seat, grunting as she mimicked the noise of a sore old man rising from a recliner. She followed Naoki, resting again on the table provided. She pondered Naoki’s offer, to trade questions. This felt like a game, one where Ilvati’s line of questioning had just as much a chance of revealing her true intentions as Naoki’s did. She started with something simple, something any newcomer would be curious about. “What do you know about this land, and the mist? I’m sure I could have been hallucinating, but I saw a pair of hands in the sky, holding a giant censure. They seemed-” she paused, trying to find the right words. “Almost welcoming, yet I felt utterly powerless in their presence.”
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Sept 19, 2023 5:22:56 GMT -5
“Some,” Lady Naoki admits. “About the land…” Trailing off, she shrugs. “It’s just some place, for the most part. A large island. Unpleasant in many ways, but not awful. Before we landed, there wasn’t anyone here before us. There are a handful of ruins, signs that perhaps someone lived here in the distant past, but nothing substantial. We’ve sent expeditions, done some mapping, and there’s nothing especially notable or untoward thus far.”
“Now, The Mist,” she continues, brandishing one finger at Ilvati. “The Mist is something else entirely. It’s something I dealt with before, back in the old world. The way it worked then is such that around the land that was known and used, out beyond the borders of civilization, The Mist would settle in.”
“Any attempt to see into the Mist, fruitless. Anyone who ventured in: lost. The Mist claimed all who were sent in. On those occasions I’ve had cause to banish certain individuals, I’ve banished them into The Mist, and not one of them has bothered me since.”
“And The Mists would shift,” Lady Naoki continues, as if any of that were something normal thing to say. “Sometimes, operating by no obvious mechanism, lands would come and go from The Mist. Entire countries, usually, all at once. One day there would be a certain nation on the southern border, time passes, stop hearing from them, then the next day, there’s a wall of Mist. Sometimes, often years later, something else would come and take the same place.”
With this, Naoki offers a shrug. She doesn’t really understand why it worked that way, but it did.
“But now it’s different. The floods came for us all, and the Mist with it. We were engulfed, spat out here. We saw the hands as well. It seems only reasonable to me — loathe though I am to admit it — is that there is a higher power. One who perhaps, controls, or otherwise is The Mist, and who has, perhaps saved us. Perhaps quarantined us. Perhaps they have just plopped us down here for their own amusement.” Lady Naoki again shrugs. She cannot guess this entity’s motivations.
“Some have called it The Arbiter, The Herald, Hands of The Mist. Who or whatever it may be, it hasn’t taken an active hand — if you’ll excuse me — in our lives since we’ve landed, which leads one to assume that it is content merely to watch.”
“It might also be a shared hallucination.” With this, Lady Naoki offers yet another shrug, and with it, a smirk. She thinks that to be unlikely.
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Ilvati
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 51
Appearance: A blue lizardfolk with a feathered plumage, her face cold and stoic, her body lean and muscular.
Equipment: Ilvati carries a magical Kama and Kusarigama that she can store in an extradimensional pocket. Additionally, she leads a band of 200 lizardfolk.
Skills and Abilities: In addition to being a ruthlessly efficient and intelligent leader, Ilvati has heightened durability and physical strength, and expertise with Kama and Kusarigama.
Allegiances: The Lizardfolk
Place of Residence: Mountains to the East of Port Argentium
Registered: Jan 18, 2023 22:36:50 GMT -5
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Post by Ilvati on Sept 19, 2023 17:01:31 GMT -5
Interesting, that both of their worlds had been consumed by floods. It made Ilvati wonder whether this “Arbiter” saved them, or caused the floods in the first place. Either way, she was stuck here now, and pondering the intentions of powerful beings didn’t change her desires. All Ilvati needed to hear was that this “deity” wasn’t going to interfere in her plans.
She smiled back, appearing to relax after Naoki’s attempt at humor. “It would be quite the coincidence, I must say. I admit your response spurs more questions in my mind, but-” Ilvati leaned forward, paying close attention to the subtleties in Naoki’s expressions.
“It's your turn. What would you like to know about me?”
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Sept 25, 2023 20:15:32 GMT -5
Nodding, Naoki asks, “Though I realize it may be a difficult subject: I would know of the land from which you hail. Its society, and your role in it, especially.”
Naoki had this question ready, and she’s asked it plenty of times before. With refugees arriving from every-which-where in creation, she likes to hear a bit about where everyone’s from. Sometimes this leads into longer discussions, sometimes it helps her introduce new refugees to someone they have something in common with. Every time, however, the answers sate Lady Naoki’s curiosity.
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Anastasia Vulpin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Appearance: Anastasia is a curious case. Not much is known of who she used to be, or even how much of her body is the original owner’s, or even human, as she had been remade and rebuilt by one Doctor Vulpin after finding her shattered remains. Thankfully the good doctor had the sense to replace and rebuild her former, broken body with parts from other women, instead of mixing and matching with whatever or whoever was convenient.
The doctor, however, did not take much stock in the tones of each part, which left Anastasia with a variable palette of skin tones. Each replacement part, bordered by a myriad of stitches, sports the colour of their original owner, from the palest to the darkest skinned individual, to a handful of more colourful tones, such as blue and green from the doctor’s non-human stock.
Though patchwork, the doctor seemed to have a good eye, as Anastasia could be considered good looking, if one could look past all the stitches and patches of mismatched skin. Though hidden behind a mask most of the time, she sports defined features, from carefully chosen cheekbones, a smaller nose, and a well shaped jaw line. Her mouth is split down the middle, and often pulled into a big, long grin, showing off a set of pearly whites. Thankfully, Vulpin had the sense to make these parts match, except for one of Anastasia’s canines, that looks far longer than her others.
As the finishing touch on her face, her eyes are ironically full of life, even if one is blue and the other green, at least one belonging to someone else before it was gifted to Anastasia.
She has a limber, athletic build, one built for the ease of efficient movement, and it allows the patchwork woman to climb, crawl, and otherwise move with grace, not unlike a circus acrobat.
Her body is also home to a great number of secrets. On the outside, she seems fairly straight forward, she looks like any other human just with different coloured skin across her body. The doctor needed more than just a regular old human though, which has lended itself to several changes in her body’s build. Her fingers, for instance, seem normal when in gloves, but each of her fingers is able to split in two, effectively giving her ten digits on either hand.
As for her clothing, she wears whatever she can get her hands on or whatever Vulpin gives her. Her favourite outfit however, is one of many colours, not unlike herself. The outfit must have belonged to a circus at one point, as the top left her arms and shoulders exposed, and only really covered her chest and the sides of her neck. The material over one side of her chest is a rich purple, and the other side a deep gold, all complete with green stitching all the way around.
Her bottoms starts half way up her abdomen, the almost-corset like midsection is made up of a multi colored diamond shaped checkerboard that ends just past her rear, trimmed with little golden fronds. The legs are made up of several long strips of purple and gold material that bloom at the middle, and connect back together half way up her shin, and finally she wears a matching pair of boots.
Finally, her mask was gifted to her by Doctor Vulpin, though unlike his it ends half way down her face, and consists of a pair of feminine eye-holes and a long beak at her nose. Perhaps its his way of showing off his handiwork.
Equipment: Anastasia was remade for the purpose of assisting Doctor Vulpin in whatever it is he needed done, mostly around his surgery. She is usually equipped with tools given to her by the Doctor, such as knives, a bone saw, dental pliers, whatever she needs at the time.
She does, however, own a fairly ornate knife, one that she hides among the baggy strips that make up her trousers. This wasn’t given to her by the Doctor, however, instead its one she found while walking the beaches. The way the blade shone in the sunlight made it seem so pretty, so the patchwork woman decided to keep it.
Skills and Abilities: Anastasia has many skills gifted to her by her father, Doctor Vulpin. Most notably she is a skilled surgeon, not only because of Vulpin’s teachings, but also her fascination of what makes a body tick, as well as how to preserve parts of that body once it has stopped ticking.
Her rebuild and construction has left her limber and agile, a conscious choice by the Doctor, which has given her exceptional ease of movement and flexibility. As a result, her movements are quite graceful and with purpose, not unlike that of a circus gymnast.
Her additions at the hand of the Doctor each serve their own purpose as well, such as her extra fingers for greater dexterity while using tools.
Since her body is also made up of spare parts, those parts are highly replaceable, leaving her with an exceptional endurance. Those parts that do break can either be fixed or replaced. Some might think that with her constructed nature that she can’t necessarily feel pain, especially considering she doesn’t have much of an adverse reaction to such things, but that’s not the case. She can most certainly feel, but instead of being adverse to pain, she is fascinated by it, much like every other sensation she feels across her borrowed skin and muscle.
Allegiances: Doctor Vulpin
Registered: May 21, 2021 21:19:25 GMT -5
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Post by Anastasia Vulpin on Sept 26, 2023 18:03:47 GMT -5
"Well acquainted?" Doctor Vulpin asked before locking the door behind her and her patient, then she gestured to the examination table. "No. I would not say we are well acquainted. Our paths do not cross often, though not through active avoidance. It is just a simple coincidence."
She rounded the edge of the examination table and picked up a fresh writing board and a pencil, a temporary instrument until she could finalise her reports and notes with a proper quill. "She used my name, I felt it appropriate to use her own. Most call me Doctor around here, it's rather… refreshing." She looked up and tilted her head at the Samurai, and even with the cloth mask her grin was ever evident. "As far as I am aware, we have no personal relationship." In all honesty, she had no real intention on actively changing that, considering her first real experience after being brought back from the void was her father's arrest at Naoki's hands. Perhaps their relationship may change, but Anastasia had no intention on actively pursuing it.
"If you are ready, we'll begin. I will need to record your details so I may begin a patient record, with your permission. I would also recommend removing your armour." She gestured to Honoka with the end of her pencil. "The more that comes off, the more I can help you. Only to the point of your own comfort, but I will remind you that I am a medical professional and doctor patient confidentiality is very much in effect."
"Then, I will also need your name, origin, anything you can tell me of your own medical history," she waved her pencil again before looking at the page. "Anything I should know. Then I can begin your examination. I have some concerns that I would very much like to get to before I can let you mingle with the general population."
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Honoka Yuzu
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: late 20s.
Appearance: Honoka is a woman of short stature. Her short dark hair is shielded by a large straw hat. Brown, blue, black, no one seems to know the color of her inquisitive eyes. She does only have one eye. The other covered by and eyepatch hiding years of history. Winters are long in the region she hails from, her pale skin reflects the lack of sunlight. She is definitely one to burn rather than tan. Her clothes are what some may consider traditional, but is common for fighters of her rank. She often wears loose fitting robes to easier move during combat. For those lucky enough to see her back, a large vibrant serpent is inked into her skin.
Equipment: Her most important equipment is her weaponry. A odachi thrust through her obi belt, a tanto hidden underneath her robes for anyone who tests her personal space. In her traveling bag is a wakizashi and katana sword that she easily switches for duel handed wielding. The other contents of her bag include an animal skin water pouch, medicinal herbs and bandages, and a few days of food rations was all she was able to grab before the calamity engulfed her world.
Skills and Abilities: Not only is Honoka skilled with the blade, she has years after years of leading her fellow swordsmen. She has experience in camouflage and tracking. Much like a blood hound, once she gets a hit she can always track them down.
Biography: Honoka trained hard to hone the sword from a young age. She came from a long line of warriors. She quickly excelled and gained recognition and rose up until she too had her own fighters to train. She commanded her own army leading them to victory. Honoka recieved many injuries through the years, but the worst is the one she hides behind her eyepatch. Only few know what truly happened that fight. Everyone else can only speculate about what Honoka hides behind that piece of cloth.
Registered: May 9, 2023 20:48:47 GMT -5
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Post by Honoka Yuzu on Sept 29, 2023 0:30:42 GMT -5
"That is understandable, to return the energy given to you." Honoka will start to take off her armor. Underneath her armor, her muscles are toned from years of training. She has a cloth binding wrapped around her chest to make fighting easier. As for her bottom, she wears an undergarment made from a long cloth called a fundoshi. She chooses not to remove any more clothing, besides those, she decides to leave her eyepatch on. Her skin is fair but imperfect. There are scars on her upper arms and back from past injuries. The military rarely leaves someone unscathed. She goes to sit on the examination table.
"I hail from a place called Luhua. I'm unsure where it is from here it is. I was stated to be in peak health the last I had a physical check-up which was a year ago. I think I have developed something from the ship rideover. It feels harder to breathe. My family doesn't have many health problems. I believe that in my father's old age, he has developed a tremor in his hands. My mother throughout a good portion of her life, the doctors have told her that her blood is bad. I'm not sure what about her blood is bad. I think I am about 152cm and 54kgs. Let me know what other information you need of me. "
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