Nina
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 289 
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 10:46:08 GMT -5
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Post by Nina on Oct 25, 2023 13:42:54 GMT -5
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Nina
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 289
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 10:46:08 GMT -5
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Post by Nina on Oct 25, 2023 13:43:31 GMT -5
It had been four days and all five of them were still alive, which Nina took as a success. The path to the mine was not beyond difficult to follow, provided one knew where to look. Following the sun at first; deeper in the forest, following trails left by carts carrying supplies for the lumber camps; triangles or diamonds etched onto trees by people; and from the last camp, Dogwater, it was but a day through the near-unknown. The difficult part was making their way through forest and grassland without being seen, without leaving tracks. Around them, the forest was turning golden, dripping with leaves and sun and fine drizzles; the river-valley had turned red with the leaves of sweetvine. After her recent incident, Nina thought of it as 'hungervine', and warned against eating it. Gray picked up a sprig.
Gray helped with keeping them hidden. The assassin had, as Nina had predicted, packed light and tight: nuts, berries, blankets and rope. 'I imagined one could hunt in the wilderness,' the man had suggested with a raised eyebrow. Nina had asked whether he imagined her normal hunting trips as traipsing around the forest while animals leaped in her lasso already skinned and gutted. Thankfully, Mikele's foresight had ensured that they would have enough supplies. The Imilla leader might also restrain some of Gray's worst excesses, such as when he attempted to recover honey...from a wasp nest. At night, Nina would find herself drawn to Mikele's little fire spirit (a companion like all the rest), while shuddering under two blankets. Her soul was healing. The girl had started the journey well enough, at least well enough to fool Coatl, but she had to force herself to keep up, and sometimes Gray just picked her up as luggage when she fell. She protested.
“You will need your magic. Rest.” The man said. That scared her.
What Gray had not skimped on, certainly, was medicine. The mysterious man had, besides his suspicious plants and suspicious vials hidden surely under his cloak, provided a complete medical kit and a complete (though patched) medic. The issue of him kidnapping Anastasia, New Isra's main doctor and only surgeon, had been a thorny issue from the start. The issue of keeping the golems secret from her had felt even worse. Nina was boiling with emotions, and she wasn't sure that she would have obeyed Gray's cold reminder that secrets have a cost, had the victim not seemed quite happy about her predicament. Anastasia badgered Gray about the compounds used to drug her, may have chatted with all of them about medicinal plants, and sat down with Nina to check that she had recovered full range of motion in her hand. 'I can paint now,' Nina had said. Her heart thumped in her chest. And: 'Are you...okay?' Besides her initial outburst against Gray, the traveller did not insist that the doctor return. She was afraid she might be taken her up on that. 'We need an expert,' Gray had said, written on a leaf which Nina then burnt. 'Spirits, magic. You and M. understand it. But you know little about flesh.'
What to do with the golems had still not been decided. And now here they were, on the morning just before reaching the mine. Last night they had kept the fire low and smokeless, with Gray tying his cloak above it. The man had also quietly spoken to Anastasia about a disguise for her. Nina took the beads out of her hair and tied it in two unfamiliar buns, and painted lines across her cheeks and forehead.
“I know a path off to the side.” Nina had said. And here they were now, having traversed that morning a series of hillocks, with the peaks of Beeg Mountain behind them and the sea once more visible, down below to their left. “With the sun over our shoulders, we should get close enough without them seeing us.” She looked around at her co-conspirators, Mikele, Anastasia, the little spirit-bird, wondering if any of them still had the nerve to go through with it. Gray had vanished; he worked better alone. In parallel. Did she have the nerve? “Just over that boulder. Keep your voices low.”
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Mikele
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 31
Equipment: Although she dresses in leather and thick hemp whenever she likes to feel that she is charge, she also wears cedar fiber clothing and wooden llamelar armor pieces for protection. She is skilled with slingshots and stone clubs/axes. She believes her ancestors invented the tiller version of the macuahuitl. Metal weapons make her a little uncomfortable.
Skills and Abilities: Highly adept craftswoman and forager. Decent leadership ability. Possesses a guardian spirit of her own, although it is not nearly as powerful as Cuate and is more akin to a family shrine spirit. She must pray and make a small offering each morning in order to summon it and invoke its power for the day.
Biography: Mikele is, timeline wise, the oldest survivor of the Imilla clan (thus far), having lived a few generations before the founding of Isra. Mikele herself is highly pragmatic and adaptable, though she shares with her clan the love of her people and sees herself as their ancestor and protector.
Mikele is attempting to stylize herself as the Imilla's second-in-command when Coatl is not around. As the weeks and months progress, she has even started dressing like him.
Mikele is a mother to a young boy named Itzal, who is fiercely independent but also a serious handful as he often gets into trouble.
Registered: Jan 2, 2022 18:13:44 GMT -5
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Post by Mikele on Nov 10, 2023 0:01:02 GMT -5
Though there was no doubt in Mikele's mind that Gray's life experience exceeded hers in many ways, the combination of incredible skill and general ineptitude occasionally made her think of him as a precocious teenager. He was like some fairy tale archer who could shoot a coin at thirty paces but couldn't get stains out of his shirt without his mother's help. "Geez. I thought everyone knew you're supposed to pickle or fry wasp larva, not campfire roast them." Amateurs. Mikele did like watching Grey walk through the woods, though. His measured paces avoided crunching leaves and snapping twigs with nearly perfect accuracy. She fancied herself a decent forest stalker as well, yet she found herself learning new tips and tricks by the hour just from observing. She also saw traces of that skill growing in Nina. For her disguise, Mikele decided she'd also tie up her hair. To add to that, she bound up her bosom and wrapped a shawl around her body as a make-shift vest. She'd borrow some of Nina's make-up if allowed and quickly drew lines around her jaw and mouth to accentuate her jawline. From a distance, Mikele made a very convincing young tribal man. I'm glad Coatl decided to stay behind. Cuate would never let me hear the end of this.
When it came to Anastasia, Mikele and Coatl did have something in common. They didn't fear her. And that had helped them endear her to the rest of the Imilla, many of whom had cause to fear such an abomination. Mikele was several decades too early to really fear necromancy, and Coatl was perhaps a couple of centuries too late. Like or not, she was Port Argentium's best doctor. In any case she wasn't any stranger than the local sentient napkin.
I just... hope those stitches don't hurt. She thought pitiably .Seeing the mine in person was a little uncanny. In her timeline, Mikele's people were still mostly living off the land. The great Celadine earth mages were still mastering their craft, so the stone pillars she'd heard rumors of were merely ambitious dreams and visions. But this was less than wondrous. It was cruel and harsh, even if it were just normal humans doing the mining. All so that the Israns could live in fancy stone. Then again, there was the dike. Stone had its uses. Still... With all the work all this took, Mikele felt a pang of regret in advance for any destructive actions they might have to take. But it didn't stop her from scanning for anything that looked flammable. If they got caught and couldn't talk or stealth their way out of the situation, her flame spirit could descend upon a cart of lumber or a store of alcohol and quickly start a blaze as a distraction. Then again, it might not come to that. She also scanned for the exact opposite of what Nina was looking for, the areas where a person or object would be most visible. The flame spirit alone could turn heads and improve their odds of sneaking out of a sticky situation. Though, she'd have to have it take a different form to not trace the magic back to the Imilla clan... "You heard her. Keep your melodious and majestic trilling to a minimum." Mikele whispered to the flame spirit, which gave a sad little dog-whistle pitch in reply. Its warmth had already been suppressed down a tenth of a candle flame, but it was still active under Mikele's shawl. |
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New Isra
New
Roleplay posts: 6 
Biography: This account represents the NPCs and locations associated with New Isra.
Registered: Sept 18, 2023 21:36:50 GMT -5
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Post by New Isra on Nov 29, 2023 21:04:52 GMT -5
Sitting atop her perch in a hidden lookout tower in a tree, Inquisitor Liana Moxton gazed out into the hills and pondered her role in the world. There were those out there, she knew, who decried the glory of the Isran Empire. They protested its expansion, complained about its methods, and griped endlessly about its ruler and her questionable proclivities. Those miserable souls who turned their faces away from the empire's light, however, were doomed to live out their miserable lives in huts of mud and straw. For better or for worse, the empire provided for its people. The land was rich with resources, and New Isra would exploit it to the fullest. There was good stone here, ready and waiting to be ripped from the earth and carved into the foundations of civilization. That was what she worked for, Moxton decided. Civilization and society. Without it, what else was there to separate people from the animals in the woods? She stood with the empire, and with it the very concept of humanity itself. It was a pleasant thought, something that could be rather difficult to come by in a distinctly unpleasant sort of place. The hills were chilly, her lookout post was drafty, and she'd run out of tea hours ago. Guard duty, in her opinion, was the worst sort of duty there was.
She swept her gaze to and fro, searching for anything that might be out of the ordinary. Fortunately for the strange little party of interlopers, her hours on watch had dulled her eye. While she might have spotted them sneaking around earlier in her shift, complacency and fatigue conspired against her. Nina and her friends slipped quietly by without catching her attention, maintaining the secrecy of their malicious little errand for a little while longer.
The first thing Mikele would notice about the mine was how barren everything was. The land had been cleared, with every tree, shrub, and sprig torn from the ground as though the very thought of greenery would impact the quality of the labor. With the removal of the plants, the wildlife had soon followed. No birds sang, no rabbits hopped, and not a single frog croaked from the oily puddles that had formed following the recent rain. The land instead was populated with the silent fauna of the mine; heaps of stone, empty carts, and enormous digging tools lay scattered around the area. No golems could be seen yet, but it didn't take an experienced tracker to spot the enormous footprints in the mud. The huge prints were smudged in the mud, showing signs of creatures that shuffled more than they walked.
A number of mineshaft entrances had been built, battened and propped up with solid lumber beams. Their black, gaping mouths seemed to suck away all light as they vanished down into the ground, without so much as a candle to be seen within. Whoever was mining down there didn't need to see, it seemed. If anybody paid particularly close attention or were remarkably sensitive, they would perhaps pick up the faintest of tremors from the ground beneath their feet. The work was still going, but not a single soul could be seen aboveground. If the little party of would-be saboteurs didn't know any better, it would seem that the entire mine had been abandoned.
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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 Dec 3, 2023 8:37:35 GMT -5
Being kidnapped had certainly been… inconvenient to say the least. Last thing she could remember was being grabbed and having a rag that smelled fascinatingly medical placed over her mouth, then waking up what seemed like several hours later, blind and bound, though comfortable. She had waited and listened, but very quickly identified her assailant, and immediately felt far more fascinated than fearful, though she hadn’t been overly afraid to begin with.
When she was moved it was a gentle, careful touch, which she recognised immediately, along with the sound of their breath and their scent. “Gray… this is exceptionally inconvenient.” Had been her first words after waking up. After that it’d been a constant questioning of how he’d done it and how she could replicate the chemical used to knock her out, but never where they were going. If she was kidnapped, it had to be important, and the governance in New Isra would certainly not approve of her being taken or where they were likely going. To maintain plausible deniability was the best option at that moment - and though she was likely to get away with anything given her usefulness she had no desire to test that theory. When Nina had asked about it, all Stasia could do was shrug. Physically, after being unbound, yes, of course. Mentally, she was more curious than anything. She was at least willing to accept ignorance at that moment.
She had taken only what she needed from the group during their travel, only eating what she needed, and taking up most of the nightly watch, considering she needed very little sleep. It had been an interesting experience, partly from seeing the world beyond the town, partly to actually being able to speak to Nina after she’d been discharged. She’d enjoyed Mikele’s company, to speak to someone who wasn’t immediately afraid of her was delightfully refreshing!
When it came time for disguises though, Anastasia felt puzzled. Why would she need to be hidden? She’d thought of a hundred reasons by the time she’d been set up with her new garb, but it still felt silly to her. Still, she slipped on an oversized poncho and gloves, with a matching pair of trousers and boots. Her hood covered her head, and she’d been provided a veil to hide her already masked face, which ironically would be as noticeable as her skin, even if she did agree to remove it. She had never removed it, and never intended to.
She looked at herself in a puddle for a moment and find herself amused, noting how she’d looked like a far more drab nomad, like the Av’ who supplied her with herbs in exchange for her medical expertise. All bundled up and ready to hit the road.
Though her amusement was short lived as the group began moving. She still had no idea where they were or why they were there, but she kept her eyes open regardless and moved in a graceful silence.
She noticed the large footsteps immediately. She noted how some were different sizes, some obvious, but many far more subtle, despite them being obscured by the mud. The steps very rarely matched, which was most bizarre. She’d been yet to see anyone with such deformations in town, she’d have offered to correct it if she hadn’t. Were they sent here? She would certainly be surprised if that was the case… Still, she followed silently.
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Mikele
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 31
Equipment: Although she dresses in leather and thick hemp whenever she likes to feel that she is charge, she also wears cedar fiber clothing and wooden llamelar armor pieces for protection. She is skilled with slingshots and stone clubs/axes. She believes her ancestors invented the tiller version of the macuahuitl. Metal weapons make her a little uncomfortable.
Skills and Abilities: Highly adept craftswoman and forager. Decent leadership ability. Possesses a guardian spirit of her own, although it is not nearly as powerful as Cuate and is more akin to a family shrine spirit. She must pray and make a small offering each morning in order to summon it and invoke its power for the day.
Biography: Mikele is, timeline wise, the oldest survivor of the Imilla clan (thus far), having lived a few generations before the founding of Isra. Mikele herself is highly pragmatic and adaptable, though she shares with her clan the love of her people and sees herself as their ancestor and protector.
Mikele is attempting to stylize herself as the Imilla's second-in-command when Coatl is not around. As the weeks and months progress, she has even started dressing like him.
Mikele is a mother to a young boy named Itzal, who is fiercely independent but also a serious handful as he often gets into trouble.
Registered: Jan 2, 2022 18:13:44 GMT -5
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Post by Mikele on Dec 6, 2023 20:09:51 GMT -5
Mikele nodded at Nina's words. "Watch your shadows." She added.
"Barren" described the sight well. It was worse than a graveyard. Graveyards were sacred and animals were still welcome there. This was cold, brutal desecration. Even deserts had scorpions. The mine was borderline uncanny, an anomaly to the senses.
It was also very convenient.
Mikele could speculate that their cat-eared crown head wanted the mine to have a minimal night presence. That meant there wouldn't be many guards.
The bizarre thought occurred to her that if, somehow, someway, they could avoid being killed and escape with the truth, said truth might actually be enough to protect them. Sneaking around in an open area with proper moral justification couldn't possibly result in a death sentence, could it? How far-fetched was it really that a random hunting expedition might stumble on the mine and, upon noticing something off, decided to investigate? Was it really their fault the mine's guards were incompetent? Perhaps they weren't even trying to hide at all? Robbery and trespassing might be crimes, but lacking common sense might not-
...Who the heck am I kidding?
No, if this was Lady Naoki's doing she'd contrive some machination to discredit them. But still, with multiple witnesses (including the reasonably reputable Anastasia), her job would be more difficult at least.
It was a hopeful, if naive thought. But, Mikele felt herself becoming bolder and calmer because of it.
Some of that calmness evaporated when she noticed the footsteps. Mikele could recognize animal and human tracks quite easily. These... were neither.
Oh I reaaaally hope these things are flammable.
That alone might have been the proof she needed, but Mikele knew they needed more.
"Should be easy to escape even if we get caught." She whispered to Nina while gesturing towards a mine shaft. It was unlikely guards would cut them off in a timely manner. A few hidden archers might take them out though, but maybe her flame spirit could do something about that.
"I'm willing if you two are."
It was time to do the right thing, to descend into the black wounds gouged into the earth by unnatural hands.
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Nina
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 289
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 10:46:08 GMT -5
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Post by Nina on Dec 7, 2023 14:32:06 GMT -5
For a moment the girl thought, against all reason, that her companions would not believe her. There was nothing to be seen, no undead carrying blocks of stone. With just the footsteps...what if she'd faked those? Nina imagined two pairs of eyes burning their way through the side of her face.
Her fingers clenched as Mikele spoke, but it wasn't about that. Perhaps, Nina pondered, her mind had tried to cling to a safer worry. She looked at Mikele, who had a child who might be captured by Isran agents to ensure her compliance, and she looked at Anastasia, who had had no choice in coming there at all, and thought of ideals. There is always a cost, Gray would say, always a risk. There is always a line, Nina thought – a line that you must not cross, for it reshapes who you are.
They were the only ones who could draw a line here.
“I think you'd like to see that,” Nina told Anastasia, voice low, aware that this might seal the doctor's fate as a repairer of undead, away from the patients she so cherished, if they were caught, possibly with her and Mikele as her first subjects.
Would the doctor do it?
“Pile of dirt. Stone. Dirt. Mineshaft?” Nina pointed, suggesting a route. The trio could have waited, but the more they did, the more increased the chances of being caught. And to look for the (presumably) nearby human shelter, for evidence, was too risky during the day. “Watch out for stray bits of metal on the ground.”
An outstretched palm. Five fingers, then four, then three. When she clenched her fist, Nina was on her way. She slipped down the slope, digging her fingers in the dirt and the web of roots still lingering within it, to avoid sending some of the smaller pebbles rattling down. Curled behind a large stone like a cat, and then behind some unearthed dirt, only looking behind briefly. By the time she stepped in the darkness of the mineshaft, her magic was crackling in her veins. Once, she could have walked through the mine as if in daylight. Because her entire world would have been just as dark. But though her magic was weaker now, she could still manage a few steps without sight, reaching out a step ahead with her aura just as her toes swept the rough stone for obstacles, gaps, abysses. With one had, she held on to the person behind her, while the other brushed along the wall. Just a few steps, she hoped, would be all was needed until the mineshaft turned to the side, or down, enough for Mikele's spirit to perhaps dimly light their way. Nina's heart was drumming in her chest.
And then they could shed some light into the matter of the undead.
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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 4, 2024 16:55:10 GMT -5
The doctor waited patiently for her companions to survey the situation. She still hadn't a clue as to why she was there, only that it required secrecy, so she left all that to the pair. Whatever the secret was, it was indeed underground and guarded, albeit not very closely, which was the only thing Anastasia had to go off of.
It was enough.
She listened to Nina, then followed closely behind the two, first down the rope, then her feet gracefully dodged the pieces of rock and discarded metal that littered the staging area. Even bundled up and completely obscured, she was as nimble as ever, nobody could be sure if that was built in or if she'd learned that herself, but it wasn't the time to divulge such things.
Once they found themselves at the mine entrance, Anastasia couldn't help but stop and look at the supports that held the earthen maw open. “Very dark. Limited visibility. Unwise… very unwise…” But she wasn't going to be left behind and followed after the other two. While limited, the eyes Doctor Vulpine had given her specifically for her improved sight proved useful in the dark, and while it was hard to see she was able to make out just enough to see Nina and Mikele ahead of her.
“I am still unsure why I am here…” she whispered. “But I assume scrambling around in the dark is not the reason.”
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