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 Oct 1, 2023 16:21:35 GMT -5
The doctor listened to her new patient carefully as she took in every little detail she could without interrupting. Bad blood was concerning, for certain, but it didn’t seem to be the most pressing issue, at least not in Stasia’s mind.
A quiet fell over the examination office as Honoka finished. Anastasia’s mind raced as she walked around the table, examining the samurai carefully, noting everything and anything she spotted down on her pad. Every piece she added was another building block to Honoka’s physical health that Stasia was constructing.
It took several moments, but Stasia finally allowed the social side of her job kick in after realising it had been quiet for a little too long. “Apologies,” she said from behind her layered masks. “I sometimes lose track while focused. You have an impressive physique, Honoka, one that I would consider healthy, despite the cosmetic damage.” She came back around and stood next to the samurai, and even though her mouth was covered it was still clear that her grin had yet to falter in the slightest. “Though I expect that damage is perfectly natural for someone in your profession. Some may think otherwise, but I think scars are fascinating. Enthralling. Wonderful.” Then she paused. Wonderful? “Hm. Yes and no.” She cleared her throat before continuing. “For me each scar borders where one person’s mystery ends and another begins.”
Her boots scuffed on the wooden floor as she moved to Honoka’s front, reviewing what she had written. “I… know of Luhua,” she finally said. “Though I am not sure how. I expect one of the donors who make up my body may have some relevance to such a place. One of the many mysteries that may go forever unsolved.”
“I will need to question you on this bad blood you mentioned,” she said, getting back to business as she lowered the pad, satisfied with her notes. She would ink them later for certain, but they were, for all intents and purposes, incomplete. “But I am more concerned with your lack of breath. This could be anything from an infected lung, disease of many sorts, or poor acclimation.”
With that, she stepped around Honoka and pulled a device from a drawer beside the examination table. Two ends plugged into her ears the part that dangled down, ending with a disk, pressed against the samurai’s back. It was, as expected, cold. “Breathe deeply for me,” she commented, then listened. “And again…” What she heard certainly didn’t sound healthy…
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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 Oct 1, 2023 22:20:45 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. Ilvati almost wished it was a difficult subject, to talk about her homeland before it was consumed by the sea, but the calamity was the only reason Ilvati had her position of power. She was grateful her home was gone, but to avoid suspicion, Ilvati would need to put on a show. She lowered her eyes toward the ground and put on a solemn expression. No tears were shed in her response, but it was clear she was sad, and was pushing feelings down to avoid being overwhelmed. She was not one for self reflection. “Yes” she paused. “I come from Kyori Village, a small settlement on a long island chain. Food was abundant, as long as we had a big enough workforce to collect it. My people were kind. They didn’t hurt anyone, just took care of their own, tried to guide them on the right path. We were technically ruled by a King, but our island was far enough away from the mainland that we didn’t interact with his men much. I worked as a fisherman for quite some time, though our community helped one another with lots of things. I helped build houses, chopped firewood, lots of stuff.” Ilvati’s face goes blank, devoid of any emotion. “Our biggest issue was with pirates, and our King’s refusal to send men to protect us from them. Our village formed a militia, and I joined. I was good. Among the best. But it wasn’t enough. They took what they wanted. Sometimes our food, and sometimes our people. There weren’t enough of us who had that fighting spirit, and eventually we stopped fighting at all.” "One day the seas turned on us all, and began to consume the land. The pirates fled in search of safer waters, they took our ships, our food and many of our women. My people worked desperately to build a new vessel to escape on. The one we built held us all, but our rushed production bit us in the ass at the first big storm we encountered. It was torn apart. A piece of the ship served as my raft, and brought me here. I don't know how many of my people survived."
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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 Oct 2, 2023 5:57:48 GMT -5
Listening, Lady Naoki nods along, somber. She’s heard many such stories in the past months, and it doesn’t get any easier. It tracks that Ilvati was with a militia — she has the build of a fighter, if a bit of a hungry one.
“I’m afraid to say: I haven’t seen many like yourself. Not yet. I’ve noted that groups of like individuals seem to wash ashore either in groups or short waves, so it’s possible that others of your village will arrive soon enough.” With this, Naoki offers a small, apologetic shrug. She can’t bring anyone back.
“In the meantime, I’m sure you’ll find things agreeable enough here — if perhaps unfamiliar. Everyone here has been uprooted to arrive on this accursed isle, so there is a certain camaraderie, even among people who previously walked opposing paths in life, and a unity of purpose that I’ve never seen elsewhere. We’re all working and struggling together, for the sake of us all, so the usual suspects of division and avarice haven’t yet sunk their teeth into society.”
Naoki gestures. It’s Ilvati’s turn to ask.
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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 Oct 6, 2023 17:39:22 GMT -5
The doctor listened to her new patient carefully as she took in every little detail she could without interrupting. Bad blood was concerning, for certain, but it didn’t seem to be the most pressing issue, at least not in Stasia’s mind. A quiet fell over the examination office as Honoka finished. Anastasia’s mind raced as she walked around the table, examining the samurai carefully, noting everything and anything she spotted down on her pad. Every piece she added was another building block to Honoka’s physical health that Stasia was constructing. It took several moments, but Stasia finally allowed the social side of her job kick in after realising it had been quiet for a little too long. “Apologies,” she said from behind her layered masks. “I sometimes lose track while focused. You have an impressive physique, Honoka, one that I would consider healthy, despite the cosmetic damage.” She came back around and stood next to the samurai, and even though her mouth was covered it was still clear that her grin had yet to falter in the slightest. “Though I expect that damage is perfectly natural for someone in your profession. Some may think otherwise, but I think scars are fascinating. Enthralling. Wonderful.” Then she paused. Wonderful? “Hm. Yes and no.” She cleared her throat before continuing. “For me each scar borders where one person’s mystery ends and another begins.” Her boots scuffed on the wooden floor as she moved to Honoka’s front, reviewing what she had written. “I… know of Luhua,” she finally said. “Though I am not sure how. I expect one of the donors who make up my body may have some relevance to such a place. One of the many mysteries that may go forever unsolved.” “I will need to question you on this bad blood you mentioned,” she said, getting back to business as she lowered the pad, satisfied with her notes. She would ink them later for certain, but they were, for all intents and purposes, incomplete. “But I am more concerned with your lack of breath. This could be anything from an infected lung, disease of many sorts, or poor acclimation.” With that, she stepped around Honoka and pulled a device from a drawer beside the examination table. Two ends plugged into her ears the part that dangled down, ending with a disk, pressed against the samurai’s back. It was, as expected, cold. “Breathe deeply for me,” she commented, then listened. “And again…” What she heard certainly didn’t sound healthy… She nods her head at the compliment to her physique. Honoka finds it foreign to be called her name by a mere stranger. This is not the fight to pick. Names in her world are often reserved for close individuals while their surname is for everyone else. Honoka needs to remember that she's not in that world anymore. New place equals new customs. "Each scar has their associated story. Some fascinating and others gruesome. You say you know of Luhua or at least one of your parts does. You're an amalgamation of parts. This may be too forward but how exactly did you come to be? Stitched together like a homemade doll." A doll made of cloth from whatever mixed match fabric was around. The idea that this doctor has a part of someone from Luhua does little to lessen the unease of Anastasia's presence. Honoka sits in the company of something, someone, that shouldn't exist yet does. How much of the doctor is truly her and how much were borrowed parts. Though, she will give credit where due. The medical expertise needed to perform such operations must be extensive. The places where New limbs attached look clean and precise, not some hack job done by an amateur. The samurai takes a deep breath as the cold disk pressed into her flesh. The sounds the good doctor hears is a crackle indicative of fluid in her lungs. Her breathing feels heavy but faint. Honoka takes another deep breath but ends up coughing. Her cough a wet horrid sound. "My mother had bad blood. The doctors, I didn't go very often to her appointments, but from what I know they say that her blood is not as strong and plentiful as other people. Her blood is misshapen. That is all I know. " She answers Anastasia's question after her breathing examination is finished. Honoka wipes the aftermath of her cough on her arm. (Out of character note: I'm trying to describe sickle cell anemia but I'm not sure if they had a diagnosis for it during this time period)
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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 Oct 8, 2023 22:20:44 GMT -5
Listening, Lady Naoki nods along, somber. She’s heard many such stories in the past months, and it doesn’t get any easier. It tracks that Ilvati was with a militia — she has the build of a fighter, if a bit of a hungry one. “I’m afraid to say: I haven’t seen many like yourself. Not yet. I’ve noted that groups of like individuals seem to wash ashore either in groups or short waves, so it’s possible that others of your village will arrive soon enough.” With this, Naoki offers a small, apologetic shrug. She can’t bring anyone back. “In the meantime, I’m sure you’ll find things agreeable enough here — if perhaps unfamiliar. Everyone here has been uprooted to arrive on this accursed isle, so there is a certain camaraderie, even among people who previously walked opposing paths in life, and a unity of purpose that I’ve never seen elsewhere. We’re all working and struggling together, for the sake of us all, so the usual suspects of division and avarice haven’t yet sunk their teeth into society.” Naoki gestures. It’s Ilvati’s turn to ask. Ha! Even Ilvati’s responses got answers out of this woman. No one had spotted her men yet, and for that, Ilvati was grateful. She would have to thank Raffi when he arrived. Ilvati maintained her numb composure and lifted her head to speak to Lady Naoki. Her eyes reveal some emotion, portraying a scared woman who yearns to trust again. “Division and avarice…” she paused, in thought. “I commend you, for your control of the colony up to this point, but I must admit my trust has vastly diminished over the last decade. If I am going to stay here, I need to know who you speak of. Who are these suspects? Who do I need to watch out for? I can handle watching my back around a select few individuals, but being on guard with the entire settlement- that would break 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 Oct 9, 2023 18:55:20 GMT -5
Lady Naoki pauses, as the question strikes her funny.
“The ‘suspects’ are a figure of speech,” she explains, patient. “It’s not as though there are a certain set of troublemakers bumping around -- I wouldn’t permit that. Division and avarice are always present in society of any reasonable size. What brings them about varies, of course. But what I mean to convey is that they’re not yet present here.”
“If people don’t have something to worry about, they’ll find something. Right now, they do: survival. People are united in that, and as such, less liable to find problems where none exist. Eventually, as infrastructure matures and it becomes easier for everyone, problems will begin to arise. People will find issues to have with minorities, form gangs, do theft, engage in tribalism, rebel against authority, that sort of thing.” She waves a hand, dismissive. Lady Naoki has dealt with those things before, and isn’t concerned, per se. Her point is to highlight their absence here, in these early stages of the colony.
“I won’t count that as your question,” she offers. Ever the benevolent ruler.
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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 Oct 9, 2023 20:14:07 GMT -5
Unfortunate. Ilvati didn't really care about trust, she wanted to know who she could provoke into stirring chaos in New Isra. It would've saved her a lot of time to get a list of every potential troublemaker in the city, but questions get muddled when you have to hide your true intentions. She took a mental note to watch out for any aversion to minority groups, but as the regent stated, she didn't intend to find anything substantial.
Ilvati thinks for a moment, not expecting to ask another question so soon, and responds "I suppose the most present thought on my mind is where you need me. How is our stockpile of food? You now know my skills, I wont dispute your choice-" referencing their earlier conversation on the beach "Even if you decide you need me with the guards. And like I said, I'm happy to put together a fire brigade as a side gig if you don't already have that covered."
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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 Oct 14, 2023 21:03:52 GMT -5
Listening, Lady Naoki thinks for a moment, then shrugs.
“Food supplies are fine enough. Stable. You have some latitude -- if you’re not particular about it, I’ll mark you down as flexible between the Guard, hunting, and generalized labor jobs. I reassign people around each week according to the settlement’s needs and individual’s desire for variety. I’m not sure why you’re keen to set up a fire brigade -- fires aren’t as common as all that, so it shouldn’t be necessary.”
Perhaps Ilvati’s society had a thing for carrying open flames around. Perhaps they lived in especially flammable houses. Or had an abundance of butterfingered fire-juggler buskers. Having had experience with a large city that experimented once with a bespoke firefighting force, Naoki found such things are less necessary when simple precautions are taken, buckets are staged where they’re needed, and all hands are engaged in the response.
But it’s strange that Ilvati brought it up with no prompting, twice.
“I’ll send a page to find you tomorrow to complete your paperwork,” Lady Naoki offers. The available papers aren’t close to hand.
Ilvati’s question was an easy one, so Lady Naoki responds in kind: “Have any scars that are fun to talk about?”
In her experience, most fighters like to talk about their scars. It’s an opportunity to brag about their victories or narrow escapes, real ‘you should see the other guy’ territory. It’s an opportunity for jokes, embellishment, and storytelling. And a good opportunity for her to clock what sort of person they are.
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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 Oct 19, 2023 9:04:30 GMT -5
Anastasia listened to Honoka breathe for a few more moments before taking the stethoscope’s ear plugs from her ears. “No good…” she murmurs to herself as she writes on her board once again. Written in large letters to ensure clarity - Quarantine.
“An amalgamation, yes,” she said as she rounds Honoka again, board in hand. “Doll, absolutely not.” Was she offended by that? Perhaps, but she couldn’t tell herself. It’d be worth some thought, but being called a doll didn’t sit right with her. “A doll would imply I was created, rescued, resurrected, as some sort of plaything. This could not be further from the truth.” As she spoke she plucked a fresh cotton mask from a drawer and handed it to Honoka. “My body was created and my brain saved for this very purpose by one of the greatest medical minds, both in the new world and old, to perform complex medical tasks that are beyond that of a regular human being.” She then pointed to her face, showing Honoka that she was to put it on over her mouth and nose. “My body is made up of purposely chosen pieces of the deceased and given life once more by my brain, which never truly died - though I have no memories of my own. My memories have been built since I was reawakened, as well as donated by those I am made up from, though they are fleeting and unable to be recalled. It is… frustrating.”
Finally, she sat on her regular stool. While she took any opportunity to speak of herself, as her creation was a fascination of hers, she had more pressing issues to speak on. Most notably, her job. “I would have enjoyed examining your mother’s blood as well as your own, perhaps it was hereditary. However, I do not have the facilities nor technology to do so.” She lifted her board and gave it a tap. “What I do have is facts. Fact one, physically you are in fine health. Perhaps a little malnourished, as all new arrivals are, but we are almost to a point where we can provide adequate nutrition.”
“However,” she continued. “You are sick. There is no way around that, and it is why I have provided the mask. You are to wear it until the sickness has passed, if it passes. What I can understand from my examination is that it is likely a viral infection of the lung, and it is yet to be seen just how contagious you are.” She tapped her writing board once more. “This is why I am putting you into quarantine for examination and for treatment. Our island’s resources are limited, and I cannot afford an outbreak if you are carrying something from a far off land that may wreak havok on the population’s health. It is likely that is not the case, but it is necessary.”
She gestured to the room around her next. “You will remain in the infirmary, we have rooms set up that are comfortable and private, as well as efficient, for us to treat you during quarantine. You do not have a severe case, so I feel it will be over sooner than we may think, but you are sick nonetheless.” She placed the board on her lap and her hands atop it. “There is only one other option - temporary exile until it has passed. I can guarantee that it will be less comfortable.”
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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 Oct 23, 2023 0:21:22 GMT -5
Honoka intently listens to the doctor and doesn't add anything more. She is put at ease when Anastasia mentions that many of her parts are from the deceased. These parts and limbs that have grown cold have a new purpose.
"I will follow your recommended procedure. I will stay here while I am healing." She dons the mask that is provided to her. "If the technology does arise that you're able to analyze my blood, please let me know. I want to know if the blood I have will affect me in the future as it has my mother. Will I have medication to help me heal faster? I grow restless when I am stuck on bed rest."
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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 Oct 31, 2023 20:01:41 GMT -5
With the acceptance of her quarantine status,, Stasia got to work on her board again, writing down a series of instructions for the medical team in the infirmary. Each one had been trained to deal with quarantines, considering the likelihood of such a threat being higher than most realised. It was not something she chose to disclose.
"Should the technology arise…" she said in a quiet tone as she worked her pencil. After a brief pause, she looked up. "I will be a very happy surgeon. However, I try not to get my hopes up for these sorts of things. The nature of our presence on this island makes it a poor idea. Some may say bad. Logic dictates that I am to focus on the present."
She stopped and blinked in a moment of self realisation. "...but I am now rambling. Please, do not concern yourself with that kind of thinking, it is the curse of a brain like mine."
Stasia's boots tapped the ground as she stood, holding the board close against her coat, satisfied with her notes. "As for you," she continued. "I will need to study your illness' progression before I decide on which medication to administer, or if you even need it. If you are beyond the worst and it becomes a matter of time before it clears your system, then no. You will not receive medication, and your treatment will merely be in the form of keeping you comfortable in quarantine."
She crossed the room as she spoke, then stood by the door. "Medicine is not as in abundance as it was in the last world, this appears to be a constant across all those who come here, so what we have is reserved for those who may not survive without. I have confidence you do not fit that category, and I assure you, that is a good thing." She placed the clipboard down in a vertical box beside the door, ready to be collected, then removed her gloves and flicked them into a metal bin to go out with the rest of the laundry.
"Remain here," she finally ordered as she disposed of her mask in very much the same way. "I will have my staff escort you to a quarantine room, and ensure they take any notes on any needs you may have. I would recommend reading materials." She opened the door just a slip and looked back. "I will see you again soon to check on you. Until then, it has been a pleasure, Honoka."
And with that, the surgeon was gone. She took a moment to clear her mind with a deep breath, then she procured another set of gloves and a mask before heading to the second examination room with a fresh writing board.
She knocked twice, waited a moment, then entered. "Apologies for the delay," she said as she readied her new pencil. "Lady Naoki and…" she paused a moment as she looked towards the lizard person, but nothing came to mind. Her voice caught in her throat in a rare moment of slight surprise. "Apologies, I don't believe I was told your name. If you would be so kind, so I may begin your medical file?" She held her pencil at the ready.
After a moment and a scribble, she looked to Naoki. "We are ready to begin. If you are to be joining us, I would need the patient's permission."
"If not and you plan to discuss anything with Miss Yuzu as you have our new friend here, I will need a brief word." Her head tilted towards the door. "There are conditions to be met before she is to receive visitors. Safety measures. Protocols. Hm. Yes." She gave the smallest of nods. "Purely precautionary."
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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 Nov 10, 2023 16:14:42 GMT -5
Ilvati was relieved when the doctor entered. Lies are more believable when grounded in reality, and her stories of combat did not match the identity she had portrayed up to this point.
“I suppose we'll save that story for another day. I am called Ilvati. Lady Naoki is certainly welcome to sit in if she chooses. You’re Doctor Vulpin, correct?”
She gave a half smile and spoke with a more playful tone-
“Or should I say the full name every time?”
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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 Dec 8, 2023 20:43:03 GMT -5
Lady Naoki looks up as Anastasia enters. She listens, patient, then nods.
“I understand,” she says, standing. “I’ll keep my distance.”
Waving away any further precautionary measures from Anastasia, Lady Naoki makes for the door. Halfway out, she looks back at Ilvati. She holds her gaze there for a moment, searching, before nodding her farewell and closing the door.
Pausing for a few moments in the hallway, Lady Naoki stops and listens for the space of a few moments. The infirmary is blessedly quieter than it has been in the past. Then she seeks out Ms. Yuzu’s room.
Stepping just inside the door, Naoki closes it behind herself and raises a hand in greeting. “I hear you’re not feeling wonderfully. If you would prefer, I can come back another time. But I would like to speak with you -- ask you some questions about the land from which you hail, and answer some of your questions about this place you’ve arrived to.”
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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 Dec 10, 2023 16:04:40 GMT -5
"Ah of course medicine isn't as abundant here, my apologies for not thinking as such. Those with more serious ailments should use that medicine. I think I will be rid of this nasty cold quickly. Thank you for your care doctor." Honoka watches the good doctor leave. It has been a long time since she's been this sick. The common cold comes and goes, but this seems to be something else entirely. Honoka was fortunate enough in her old life to see the best doctors and get the best medicine. Her family held a high standing within the caste and her earned rank further allowed her this privilege. A privilege the less fortunate didn't have access to. She had seen those same people succumb to her current illness. The liquid slowly pooled in their lungs—a cruel fate to drown without ever being near water.
She came across these people when traveling to other camps. Honoka was empathetic of them, but at the end of the day, she was no doctor. She was still a soldier following orders. Even if she stopped to help, how much help could she bring? Now she is here in this new place. No new war to prepare for, no new soldiers to train, and no new political agenda to conform to. Her only task here is to stare at a ceiling and get better. It feels like she should be doing something, anything but sitting around. There are always things to do. This is her new life and she needs to get used to it. A more peaceful life here in Port Argentium.
The sound of a door closing pulls Honoka from her thoughts. She jolts her body quickly towards the door, suspecting an intruder, a reflexive motion. She relaxes seeing Lady Naoki. "I was told by the good doctor to wear this mask and keep my distance from others. I feel well enough to talk, but I do not wish to spread this sickness to you. I can answer whatever questions you have if you feel comfortable being in the same space as me." Honoka straightens her posture to appear more professional.
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