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 Feb 5, 2022 23:49:41 GMT -5
As Marks turns his gaze upon her, Naoki raises her eyebrows. Is going to try something? He does, and her smirk grows all the wider.
“... Very well,” Naoki says, after a long moment of savoring. “But allow me to petition you for just a touch more… convincing.”
After setting down her cup in its saucer, Naoki rises out of her seat to lean across the table, lowers her voice, and presses her fingers against the tabletop. Fixing him squarely in her sights, Naoki whispers to Marks, “Seduce me.”
Is she bullying him? Yes, absolutely. Is this appropriate for a professional relationship? Probably not. Does she care? Absolutely not! But Naoki likes many things, and one of those things is having people squirm for her in a cute way. Goodness knows she’ll have plenty of that once they go upstairs, but who can blame her for squeezing a bit more from poor Marks beforehand? She doesn’t expect Marks to have a good response when put on the spot like this — in fact, she’s counting on it, but the result has already been decided, and he won’t be complaining once she’s through.
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Dr. Elijah P. Marks
Established
Roleplay posts: 37 
Age: 33
Appearance: Dr. Marks just crests six feet tall, and is a solidly built man with the a series of slight wrinkles that belies the siren call of time beyond his years. His eyes are a light brown, almost amber in appearance, though they are dark beneath, belying a constant lack of sleep. His hair is messy and tied back most frequently so as not to get in the way of his work, and he has a trimmed beard of a similar blonde.
He bears the stature and holds himself with marks of a military man, though a game-leg is answer enough for why he no longer pursues such a career path.
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Equipment: Most frequently seen wearing a heavy overcoat loaded with pockets where he keeps any number of medical instruments. Beneath that, he dresses sparsely in a white shirt and black trousers/
He wears a pair of well-worn travel boots, and carries on his person most frequently a medical bag of supplies and a simple cane of mahogany, with a metal ball on top filled with led making it into a formidable weapon if the situation called for it.
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Skills and Abilities: Dr. Marks' primary skill and ability lie in his talent as a physician. Having initially served in the military as a field doctor, when he left due to his injury he practiced his talents on a journey of self discovery.
While his old war wound makes it difficult to go toe-to-toe with most, he does have the old trick up his sleeve, and the physical strength and endurance to put up at least some resistance when pressed though he would prefer to avoid harming another.
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Registered: Apr 12, 2021 16:46:21 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. Elijah P. Marks on Feb 7, 2022 1:28:23 GMT -5
He had seen fiddles less beautifully played. Yet as leaned into him, any sense of getting a handle on the situation fled his mind. Marks had never been the seducing type, nor, he suspected, would he be. Yet like the fiddle, he sang to the tune she bid. His face was burning, he felt hot, feverish.
"I...I think...I mean...your, ah, your radiance is- it's- you are radiant." he stammered helplessly, flailing for something more tangible more meaningfully to say nd after a moment he seemed to steel himself. He didn't know how to seduce, as the others whom he'd gone to tavern with in his youth, but he did know what he wanted to say. "You are a phenomenal woman...you've done so much and if I can- if we can... I would like to cordially invite you to my quarters." the last sentence had come out in a torrent, a spring welling from within.
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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 Feb 13, 2022 1:17:12 GMT -5
Content warning: Lewd  Lady Naoki listens with all the patience of a saint as Marks stammers out his reply, but smiles as only a sinner can once he’s done. “Very good,” she says, pleased with his effort. “That’s exactly what I tell all the ladies before I take them upstairs. … Good thing you’re so handsome.” Reaching out, Naoki places her hand on the side of Mark’s face, right in the thick of his beard. It’s warm — far warmer than it ought to be, as she runs her fingers through the rough hair on his face, pauses, then nods, satisfied. “Up the stairs, then.” Inclining her head in that direction, Naoki claps him on the shoulder to get him moving, before sliding out of her seat to follow closely behind. Should he slow down or hesitate, Naoki would be quick with a prodding finger, goading him along. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, if Marks should turn around, he might be surprised to note that Naoki’s clothing has been left on the stairs. Her boots are way back down on the first step side-by-side, her dress has been neatly folded and left on a stair about halfway up, and some feathery undergarments have been draped over the banister at the top. He would have little time to appreciate any of that, though, before Naoki takes him by the shoulders and steers him bodily to the bed — his bed, technically. A little push sends Marks falling backward into the bed, but before he’s even had time to bounce, Naoki is upon him, her hands already plying at his clothing. “Let me know if I’m going too quickly,” she adds, her pleasantly conversational tone at odds with the brusque manner in which she rapidly disrobes him.
In the course of partaking in her “de-stressing session” with the good Doctor, nothing Naoki does is especially unconventional. In fact, speaking merely of acts in clinical terms, there is little she does that isn’t straight out of the textbook. The remarkability comes from her technique and the ease with which she practices it. She’s quite open and quite explicit in telling him what she wants, and quite talented in squeezing him just so in order to get it. Were one not otherwise occupied, they might be able to make all manner of assumptions about how exactly, Lady Naoki came by this carnal knowledge. However… she truly has a way of captivating one’s attention when she cares to, so Marks may be hard-pressed to come by any idle thoughts. After all is said and done and Marks seems all but spent, it occurs to Naoki that the pretense for this was to reduce stress, and so she insists on rolling poor Marks over onto his stomach such that she might straddle him (this time from behind) to massage his back. Because, as Naoki goes on to pleasantly explain, relieving muscle tension is very important for several reasons that he would be forgiven for not remembering. Pressing and kneading, the warmth of her hands seeps into him, and as it does, the tension in his back would seem to melt away like wax at the touch of flame. And Naoki is nothing if not thorough, starting up by his shoulders, doing the neck, working around and down every which way until the job is done. But where did she learn to be such a good masseuse? Naoki surrenders the source of this knowledge readily: she hired a tutor. And if, after all that, Marks might seem ready for another go, he would need only to ask nicely.
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Dr. Elijah P. Marks
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 33
Appearance: Dr. Marks just crests six feet tall, and is a solidly built man with the a series of slight wrinkles that belies the siren call of time beyond his years. His eyes are a light brown, almost amber in appearance, though they are dark beneath, belying a constant lack of sleep. His hair is messy and tied back most frequently so as not to get in the way of his work, and he has a trimmed beard of a similar blonde.
He bears the stature and holds himself with marks of a military man, though a game-leg is answer enough for why he no longer pursues such a career path.
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Equipment: Most frequently seen wearing a heavy overcoat loaded with pockets where he keeps any number of medical instruments. Beneath that, he dresses sparsely in a white shirt and black trousers/
He wears a pair of well-worn travel boots, and carries on his person most frequently a medical bag of supplies and a simple cane of mahogany, with a metal ball on top filled with led making it into a formidable weapon if the situation called for it.
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Skills and Abilities: Dr. Marks' primary skill and ability lie in his talent as a physician. Having initially served in the military as a field doctor, when he left due to his injury he practiced his talents on a journey of self discovery.
While his old war wound makes it difficult to go toe-to-toe with most, he does have the old trick up his sleeve, and the physical strength and endurance to put up at least some resistance when pressed though he would prefer to avoid harming another.
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Registered: Apr 12, 2021 16:46:21 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. Elijah P. Marks on Feb 16, 2022 11:47:08 GMT -5
It was, perhaps, the most difficult-to-retain house tour he'd ever been on.
When Naoki's delicate hand lightly touched his bearded face Elijah leaned into it slightly, enjoying the intimacy for the moment before they headed upstairs. Cane all-but-forgotten he allowed Naoki to direct him on where the chambers- his chambers -were actually located. Yet even as he ended up at the top of that length of stairs he hardly had time to consider beyond the immediacy of the moment as the feline woman crested the top wearing nothing but a smug expression. It had the desired effect, as he paused mid-step and tried to catch himself up to the present moment. He hardly had time to, however, as Naoki practically steered him to where he was supposed to be.
The robustness of Isran furniture-making was of note, as the day wore on. Having only been with one woman in his life, a fact that Naoki would no-doubt find amusing if it were to come up, he was far from her most experienced lover. He was, however, generous and thoughtful, happy to give her whatever she wanted or needed. When at last the situation had shifted to one of massage and comfort, the good doctor did have the presence of mind to ask about her particular talent. The one in the field of massage, that was, he hadn't quite found the courage to delve into her more esoteric skillset.
When at last she had finished on her end, he was quick to offer his own. It was, perhaps, less skilled. He hadn't had many masseuse around to train him, but he was a surprisingly fine hand at it. After all, muscle spasms and other such ailments of the muscles could be helped by eased by stimulation he would explain if she asked, and he had to catch himself to keep from rambling too much of it. Tragically he was far from confident enough in his ability to suggest a second round and, after a lovely time, he escorted Lady Naoki out as any gentleman might. With the offer that she was always welcome, (something she no doubt knew,) to return for a visit or even just to vent without judgement.
Once he had seen the Lady out, he trudged upstairs, casting himself onto linens that smelled of her and for the first time since he'd arrived at these accursed isles, had a truly full night's sleep.
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Dr. Elijah P. Marks
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 33
Appearance: Dr. Marks just crests six feet tall, and is a solidly built man with the a series of slight wrinkles that belies the siren call of time beyond his years. His eyes are a light brown, almost amber in appearance, though they are dark beneath, belying a constant lack of sleep. His hair is messy and tied back most frequently so as not to get in the way of his work, and he has a trimmed beard of a similar blonde.
He bears the stature and holds himself with marks of a military man, though a game-leg is answer enough for why he no longer pursues such a career path.
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Equipment: Most frequently seen wearing a heavy overcoat loaded with pockets where he keeps any number of medical instruments. Beneath that, he dresses sparsely in a white shirt and black trousers/
He wears a pair of well-worn travel boots, and carries on his person most frequently a medical bag of supplies and a simple cane of mahogany, with a metal ball on top filled with led making it into a formidable weapon if the situation called for it.
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Skills and Abilities: Dr. Marks' primary skill and ability lie in his talent as a physician. Having initially served in the military as a field doctor, when he left due to his injury he practiced his talents on a journey of self discovery.
While his old war wound makes it difficult to go toe-to-toe with most, he does have the old trick up his sleeve, and the physical strength and endurance to put up at least some resistance when pressed though he would prefer to avoid harming another.
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Post by Dr. Elijah P. Marks on Feb 16, 2022 12:05:40 GMT -5
It had been a week since Dr. Marks' residence had been established, and frankly it hadn't seen much of him. He had hardly been able to step away from the Infirmary, and spent most of his night on the cot in his office, dozing fitfully at most. Yet today, things were different. He walked through his space, tidying up as best he could, dusting with a cloth and starting a fire in the impressive hearth. He had for the first time since he had been afforded his new home a guest. Or, at least, he would be having one. The Infirmary was quiet for the day, and he thought he might have the chance to invite Anastasia for a brief time away from their place of work. He could only hope people wouldn't be beating on his door five minutes into the visit looking for medical aid.
Once satisfied that the place didn't look as if it were an abandoned hovel, Marks took a seat in his favorite chair (the only real splash of personality in the place) and attempted to settle in to read from a tome. Only to stand up, pacing around to inspect the house again within minutes. He reread lines when he could manage to settle back down, mere moments before getting up ti straighten an item that was quite perfectly straight to begin with. Why was he so antsy?
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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 Feb 16, 2022 17:24:34 GMT -5
Anastasia had found herself finally in a comfortable rhythm with her new life. She enjoyed her job immensely, and with it the praise she received for her incredible skill, and she had made a handful of friends, though she didn't see them overly often due to the demands of the infirmary. It was completely self inflicted of course, her entire purpose for being was to help and heal, and nothing really stopped her from doing that unless she was explicitly told to go home.
Truth be told, her home was rather boring. At least, to her it was, once she had read through everything her predecessor had ever written, she found herself with very little to do. The notebooks and tomes gave her grand insight into her body and who she was meant to be, even if she found herself contradicting much of the latter. Perhaps her father had wanted her to be someone else? Would he be angry that she was becoming her own person?
Did Anastasia care?
The answer to that was usually given in her favourite hobby; experiences. She never spent much time in her boring old house, and instead she could usually be found out and about in her spare time, trying all sorts of new things, so when Marks had invited her to his house for a visit, she answered with an enthusiastic yes! He was, after all, her closest friend and the one who seemed to understand her the most, of course she would visit. Even if they didn't talk about work or anything medical, she always enjoyed his company.
So, having cleaned any spots or stained from her colourful, sheer outfit, off she went, skipping down the newly former roads. Though she had taken on a more conservative outfit in the infirmary, she still always chose the same outfit for her expeditions, something that most would see only in a circus. It was colourful, patchy, and showed off quite a lot of her patchwork skin that she wore with absolute pride. She was built of what must have been several good people, why wouldn't she?
Finally, after coming to a springy stop, the rich tapestry of mostly humans looked over the door for Doctor Marks' home. Relatively simple, unassuming, and regular. Anastasia couldn't help but giggle at the irony of someone like her rapping on it.
Knock knock!
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Dr. Elijah P. Marks
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 33
Appearance: Dr. Marks just crests six feet tall, and is a solidly built man with the a series of slight wrinkles that belies the siren call of time beyond his years. His eyes are a light brown, almost amber in appearance, though they are dark beneath, belying a constant lack of sleep. His hair is messy and tied back most frequently so as not to get in the way of his work, and he has a trimmed beard of a similar blonde.
He bears the stature and holds himself with marks of a military man, though a game-leg is answer enough for why he no longer pursues such a career path.
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Equipment: Most frequently seen wearing a heavy overcoat loaded with pockets where he keeps any number of medical instruments. Beneath that, he dresses sparsely in a white shirt and black trousers/
He wears a pair of well-worn travel boots, and carries on his person most frequently a medical bag of supplies and a simple cane of mahogany, with a metal ball on top filled with led making it into a formidable weapon if the situation called for it.
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Skills and Abilities: Dr. Marks' primary skill and ability lie in his talent as a physician. Having initially served in the military as a field doctor, when he left due to his injury he practiced his talents on a journey of self discovery.
While his old war wound makes it difficult to go toe-to-toe with most, he does have the old trick up his sleeve, and the physical strength and endurance to put up at least some resistance when pressed though he would prefer to avoid harming another.
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Post by Dr. Elijah P. Marks on Feb 18, 2022 14:20:37 GMT -5
Simple, unassuming and regular.
Even as she thought it, Marks felt his ears burning. Then, the knock at the door. Rising from his seat he set his time aside, taking the moment to straighten his shirt. It was a rare occasion for him to be able to fully groom himself with more than a quick bath and a comb. He had managed to procure a blade sharp enough to trim his beard, taming it with all the ease one tamed a rabid lion. He had even been given new clothes from a thankful recipient of his handiwork. He cast a discerning eye across the room, as if he might have missed some catastrophic mess created in the past two minutes since he had last done so. Thankfully any mess-making gremlins had kept their peace.
With a deep breath he swung open the door, smiling at his guest. She looked, as ever, the ray of sunshine and, swinging his arm wide to present to her the interior of his home he brought her inside out of the sunny day.
"It feels strange," he admitted, heading to the hearth and hanging a dented and misshapen kettle. "Whenever we get a moment of peace I feel like I'm supposed to ask how you've been, even though I've seen you without cease." he remarked. He seemed to be in high spirits, admittedly unusual for the good doctor. With that he headed towards the opposite side of the table, lowering himself into his chair and setting his cane aside.
"Even so, I know it's hard to get time to chat. How have you been feeling, Anastasia? We've hardly had time to catch our breath lately."
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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 Feb 19, 2022 17:35:09 GMT -5
The patchwork woman grinned widely as the door opened to reveal her closest friend. "Good afternoon, Doctor Marks!" She chirped with glee. Though her grin seemed slightly unnatural, as it always had, it was most certainly genuine. Her green and blue eyes danced over Marks' form for a moment before she accepted his invitation and entered his abode. "Your clothes are new! Perhaps not new, there's a small hole in trousers, but they are new on you. You look good! Refreshed. Handsome." She pointed down just by his shin, revealing… the tiniest or worn holes. Completely inconsequential, but she was designed to be observant over such things.
Anastasia stood in the centre of his home as he put the kettle on. She used the opportunity to see what he had done with his house, gathering tips for her own. The design was just about the same, a fairly standard dwelling, built for those the leadership had found important enough to house. She hadn't much cared for a home, instead insisting on just using one of the private rooms at the infirmary for the little sleep she needed, but she eventually relented.
Though there wasn't much difference, she did find that Marks' home seemed… actually lived in. It was becoming slightly more of a home as opposed to her own. She'd have to pick his brain about it later. Instead, however, she took a moment to enjoy the fire in the hearth, warming her quilted skin, then turned and joined him at his table.
Her porcelain mask glinted slightly with the firelight and the streaks that came through the window as she listened to him speak, something she always seemed to enjoy. She pulled her feet up and sat cross legged on the small chair before speaking. "Seeing each other without cease doesn't bother me," she says. "I enjoy your company, Doctor, more so than most. Even when there is no work to do. No surgery. No patents. And your concern over my well being is pleasant, it makes me feel like me, some of the other questions I get from others are… strange."
She looked distracted for just a moment, her mismatched eyes flicking away in thought, but she quickly returned to attention, perking up just a little. "I am well!" She says with a touch of glee. "Work is unchanged, it's still going well, and I have finished the complete collection of my father's written works. Twice. All of them? ...hm, yes. Definitely." She gets distracted again, but that wasn't unusual for her in social interactions. Thankfully when working her attention is unwavering. "He has some interesting insights and opinions, but the facts are accurate and somewhat fascinating. Interesting. No, I just said that… illuminating." She gave a nod, satisfied with her choice. "There is much I've learnt about myself and the things I am capable and incapable of."
"Without much to read to satisfy my wandering mind," she continued, sitting up straight and still cross legged. "I have continued to satisfy my curiosity. I have experienced a few new things, though nothing overly noteworthy. I was pinched by a crab, climbed a tree, spoke with someone who's language escaped me." She blinked, then perked up again. "Oh! I tried a new fruit the other day, picked from the forest, and given to me by a patient. I insisted they keep it, my rations are more than enough, but they didn't seem to understand that. Still, I tried it, it was delicious! So flavourful and sweet, I enjoyed it greatly."
She seemed to settle her excitement a little. "Thank you for asking, Doctor," she says with her bright grin. "I don't get to share these experiences with many. It is nice that you care." And she meant it most sincerely. There was a reason she enjoyed Marks' company.
"I hope all is well with you, Doctor?" She asks in return, having learnt it was polite to do so. "Is your leg giving you any trouble?" So much for polite, but she meant well.
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