Anastasia's House

Anastasia Vulpin
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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

Anastasia's House Aug 20, 2023 12:49:23 GMT -5

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Post by Anastasia Vulpin on Aug 20, 2023 12:49:23 GMT -5

Anastasia looked over her shoulder with her usual grin, but didn’t confirm his hypothesis on her patches. He hadn’t seen her without the robe, so she wasn’t going to confirm nor deny it, not yet.

The pair reached the top of the stairs, then through the door to Anastasia’s bedroom. She stopped and turned to Gray, donated heart fluttering a little in her chest as he took her hand so tenderly. Her breath caught in her throat as he pressed kisses into different patches leading down her hands, something she’d never experienced before but most certainly enjoyed judging by the very subtle noises she made with each one. She wasn’t a stranger to sex and the pleasure derived from eroticism, not anymore, but the closeness she felt in that moment was different. Perhaps Gray would be a superior lover to her previous one.

She let out a slow, shuddering sigh as she gently pulled her hand away from Gray, but then placed the other under his chin in reassurance, then brought him back up to eye level. “Perhaps… in a moment,” she softly cooed, face inches from his. “My… delicate digits can wait.” What a strange term, but she had to remember that not everyone used the medical term for the various parts of her body that seemed to crave attention.

She stepped from the man for just a moment and glided across the floor, robe trailing in the breeze behind her. She took a moment to latch the window, but didn’t lock it, ensuring Gray could leave the way he came when he saw fit, but she did pull the curtains closed, giving them the privacy they so deserved. She couldn’t help but bite her lower lip as she turned, then she blinked in surprise as she realised it was involuntary. Another personality trait rising to the surface of the soup that was her soul? Fascinating… but for the first time in a long time, she found it hard to focus on her personal hypothesis, and instead on the man who stood before her. It was a new experience, finding someone else more fascinating than herself, but the scent Gray carried, the function and form of his body, and what lay inside his head fascinated her to no end in that moment.

“I have a request,” she says, placing her hands behind her back. “I have been experimenting with my own attraction, as you are aware. I do not get to see anyone outside of my work in the nude, and the infirmary is possibly the least erotic place on the island, at least for myself. It is where I indulge completely in my work, but here, in my home, I allow myself to indulge in more… pleasurable activities.” Her blue and green eyes lingered over Gray’s torso as she spoke, taking in every part of his figure for her own enjoyment. “It is clear to me that I am attracted to you. Your touch makes me feel… alive, the same feeling that I’ve had with my previous partner, though perhaps a little stronger. However, I myself am in a unique situation - though I find myself attractive, I believe some are put off by how I look.”

She paused, then her eyes flicked up to his once again, that grin ever present but her eyes weren’t whole and disturbingly wide for once, instead they were half lidded, as though intoxicated by Gray’s presence in that moment. “I would like you to feel the same way about my body that I do about yours.”

With that, she tugged on the robe’s belt and it loosened around her waist, taking with it the patch work material. It quickly slid from her shoulders and down her form before gathering at her feet, where she carefully stepped out of it. She stood just a few feet from Gray as the day she awoke for him to see.

Her body was as her arms and face were, completely constructed from various patches of skin colour that made up her patterned existence. She had a toned build which accounted for her almost unnatural flexibility and gymnastic tendencies, and most of the patches were that of humans, from various shades of brown to peach, black to pink, but then amongst them sat the greens, blues, reds, along with many more from many different races. Each had healed together well, leaving long scars that bordered each section, but most still had stitching that crossed the edges of each patch. No doubt they were merely aesthetic by that point.

While Doctor Vulpin’s designs did not take into account the colour of Anastasia’s body, he had built her in a way that matched, leaving her shape pleasant to the eye as opposed to a utilitarian freak. That remained on the inside. Mercifully, each breast was created from one part each, which meant that while they were both from different donors, one a dull blue and the other a light peach, they were whole and the same size. The same seemed to be true for her ‘delicate digits’ that sat between her mismatched thighs, seemingly donated from one donor. Strangely, there was no additional hair on her body, only that which sat on her head.

She stood by lamp light, hands once again behind her back, not an ounce of shame entering her mind as she stood before Gray in all her bare, bizarre beauty. “Two hundred and thirteen was close,” she said, eyeing him up again before taking a few steps forward, approaching the man. “But perhaps you would like to try again?”

Before he had a chance to answer, she stepped into him, one arm wrapping around his waist while the other reached up to caress his cheek. They were skin to skin and she felt the heat radiating from his body as she pressed herself against him. It felt different across different patches, something that fascinated her in many ways, but the analytical part of her brain quietened, leaving only the emotional and physical to take over. She closed her eyes and pulled him into a lover’s kiss, but as lips pressed to lips she found flashes of memories pour over her for what felt like minutes, but in reality was just the blink of an eye. Memories of her past lives with their loved ones, lovers, or flings, providing her with instruction. She leaned into it, the hand on Gray’s cheek moving to the back of his head while the one around his waist tightened.

When the kiss broke, she grinned at him, eyes sparkling with excitement. She found herself biting her lip again, but this time allowed it to happen. Her eyes shifted between Gray’s until finally the hand around his waist slipped to the front and a finger hooked into his belt.

Wordlessly, she stepped backwards, her eyes never leaving his as she gently pulled him along through every step, straight towards her waiting bed.

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Last Edit: Aug 20, 2023 15:25:16 GMT -5 by Anastasia Vulpin

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