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 Apr 12, 2021 19:18:40 GMT -5
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Minutes, hours, days. How long had it been? Did it matter? He should be out there. He should be helping people. A personal tragedy was no excuse to allow through complacency, the tragedies of others. He could hear the clock. That damnable clock. It might have even been enough to get him out of this cot, were it something he could touch. If it were anything but the venomous ghosts, playing over and over those moments before his life had ended. Funny now, to imagine how peaceful he'd thought it. Sitting in his study, bent over the papers he'd been searching for. If he could only find the reference he'd been thinking of. His newest patient was ill from an oversea trip, and without the gold to pay for magical healing, he'd been forced to come to the physician. Now if he could just find the newest publishing of foreign diseases, perhaps he could find some way to treat this malady.
Tick, tock, tick, tock
The night was clear. That was what repeated over and over in his head. Not a drop of rain for at least a week. No signs, no hints. No torrential downpour, hinting at end times. All he had was a warm summer's night. The sound of crickets, the scratching of a quill on parchment as he transcribed what he was reading. Not particularly useful for this case, but something he meant to look back on. Night birds sung out in the woods around his small practice. His writing stopped, suddenly. Lifting his head, he looked out the window. Silence. He blinked in confusion. No crickets, no birds. It was as if the entire world had up and decided to throw its hands up about existence at so lonely an hour. Yet still...
Tick, tock, tick, tock
The clock went on. Unperturbed by this haunting hush, harrying him with its unrelenting medley of gears. Picking up his cane, he pushed himself to his feet, thankful for the warm, genial weather they had been having that allowed him to stay limber enough to move with relative ease. He picked up his bag, just in case. It could be a patient, on their way. Or perhaps something else, lurking out in those woods. His hand gripped the cane a little tighter, just below the head. Raising it, he pushed aside his curtain. The benefit of being on a hill was one he had considered when purchasing this property. Although it ached getting up it in the winter, the old soldier in him felt more comfortable on the high ground. It would do him no good tonight.
Tick, tock, tick, tock
His heart thudded. The world was mute, save for that incessant noise. How could it not know? How could it keep going, how could it continue...when the world was ending? The stars were blotted out. Embers drowned, as the edge of the world swept across the landscape in a wall. Water. The ocean...though he'd only been to it twice in his life, being so far inland. It seemed it was its turn to come visit. Each movement seemed defined by the seconds with which they happened. The turning, running for the door, the thought to his patients, to Mary. No longer could he hear the clock. Now it was the roar. More loathsome than any beast that could stalk these nights. A dull, constant, approaching crash that grew in volume until thought was all but impossible and he leapt under his desk in some ridiculous notion it might protect him from the forces of nature that had merely decided on a whim that his reality, his world, was no be no more than a drowned memory.
Tick, tock, tick, tock
He squeezed his eyes shut, bag over his head. He couldn't see the wave, only hear it. That, and the clock. He shouldn't have been able to. He would have heard the screams, the panic first. He might have heard the snapping of trees, the crushing of tons of water. There was no way he could hear the soft ticking of that clock. Yet hear it he did. Had the water been further away than he thought? Was this all some terrible dream? It felt as if he'd been beneath that desk for hours now. Each tick slicing away part of his life. Maybe he'd have had enough time to save someone. Maybe he could have flown to Mary's house, had her in his arms when-
The splintering of wood, the rush of warm water, and he was gone. Wiped fresh from this earth, and lost to a place even time could not touch. He was dead.
He started when he felt a hand on his shoulder. His gaze drifted dumbly to the young nurse before him, haggard from work without rest, just before she gave him a wringing slap across the face.
"You've been sitting there for three days, you daft fool!" she spat. "We work to live 'ere, and if I had my way you'd be back in the drink for wasting so much food and time! What are you supposed to be, anyways? Some kind of tramp?" the woman stood straight, crossing her arms as she glared daggers at the dumbstruck doctor.
He blinked a few times, aware of that stinging sensation that crept across his face. He had dim recollections of eating. Maybe drinking water. Was he dead? No, he doubted angels did much slapping. Perhaps devils, but she was conspicuously free of red skin, pointed horns or damning hellfire. He could hear it around him. People. Lives, struggling to stay around for a few more moments. The occasional groan of pain, and the quick chatter of nurses about supplies.
"I'm a doctor," he answered, a bit lamely he thought, and the woman's face instantly shifted from disgust to some semblance of hope.
“Oh thank Varafel, we could use more hands around here! Ones that are a little less loony, anyways. Go introduce yourself in the office, we’ll get you some work.” with that she pointed to the partitioned area Dr. Vulpin had disappeared to.
Getting to his feet, the newest doctor noticed the sack at the foot of his bed, opening it. His doctor’s bag? And his cane, too...had he been holding onto these things? How had he swam with them? He tried not to dwell on it, drawing them out and moving quickly, albeit stiffly towards the office partition, shrinking slightly from the lamia when he was coherent enough to spot it. What kind of place was this? Still numb, he reached out, opening the flap to the office and plunging inside.
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Karen Lassenger
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 27
Appearance: Karen as she insists on being called, is a large plush constrictor lamia, with an upper human half that's almost elvish in appearance.
Her hair is a lovely light blonde, and there are hints of dyed pink at the ends from before the Event. Her face is typically always smiling and her eyes are a warm hazel.
She can typically be found wearing white nursing gear, and a she carries a plethora of medicine, medical gear, and plenty of needles.
Equipment: Karen carries a very large backpack, with the snake equivalent of cargo shorts on her tail. She carries all of her medical supplies on her person in her backpack and packages on her tail.
She doesn't carry around anything violent, but she has plenty of scalpels and needles that would do in a pinch if she had a violent bone in her body.
Skills and Abilities: Being a constrictor she is very strong in her tail, but she's not exactly the most fit in her upper body.
She does have two fangs in her mouth replacing her canines, but they're not poisonous and they do not do anything besides help eating seeing as she needs one full meal every month minimum.
Most of her vital organs are actually in her tail, which does help stab wounds, but thankfully that has yet to occur.
Biography: She's a traveling doctor and used to travel around the lands and do odd medical jobs in the villages she found while roaming in the outlands.
Registered: Mar 25, 2021 21:03:54 GMT -5
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Post by Karen Lassenger on Apr 13, 2021 11:07:15 GMT -5
"You misunderstand. I am a hunter by trade. I indeed do the butchering." Rain corrected Vulpin's offense with a raised finger. "There are those who are soft and who'se skills are better suited in the home and those who are not content to do so. I'd not be content lingering here while monsters and beast run afoul." It was blunt, but self-aware and honest in her disinterest for his proposal. "Besides, Any of your helpers in this tent would be better suited." The dancer's eyes glazed over as the doctor spouted his self-important nonsense about baths, not regretting turning the man's offer down. Instead she watched as the nurses took Perkins away to clean him up. She hoped they'd be gentle with the unconscious man, but given he was unconscious, at least he wouldn't be in pain for a while. By the time he'd wake up he'd likely be redressed and resting in a cleaner cot than this one. Her attention returned to the head of medical staff here as he inquired for her own sake, followed by Karen giving her two cents. They both seemed far too eager for her to have worms. "I can assure you, the worms are gone. I turned my blood into liquid fire, and the worms have burned or melted, as I assume anything that isn't of my own would." Liquid fire of course stood for "acid" but likely she lacked the word for it where she was from and that had been the closest descriptor. "I used my blood to drive most of Perkins' worms away as he was not taught this skill, however I could do naught for his eye hence we are here." she explained as if it were the most natural thing in the world. As Karen asked for her name, the painted woman tilted her head as if considering giving her name. In a bid not to be overly rude, she made a quick gesture of crossing her wrists above her head, and then moving her hands apart and down while her fingers made small movements as if depicting a rain. "Rain. That is my given name. Yours?" Karen nodded slowly, "Liquid fire...you must be fascinating. I've never heard of anything quite like that," she said slithering a few inches closer, "My name is Karen Lassenger," she said slowly raising her hands up friendly like, "I hate to impose but is there anything I could offer for a small bit of your 'liquid fire?" I'd very much like to study it, it's my profession to understand different types of biology and yours sounds unlike anything I've heard before," she said her eyes gleaming like a puppy finding a new person for the very first time, "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
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Rain
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Appearance: Rain has medium tan skin, earthy brown eyes and darkest brown hair that has been kept in long braids. A collection of teeth and fangs from her successful hunts have been sewn into the length of some of her braids. She wears warpaint that denote her tribe and family lineage in terms of pattern and color.
She mostly wears clothes made of leather, fur and dyed woven plant fibre that has been carefully sewn together. She typically wears a headress using the head fur/skull/antlers of the animals commonly found within the season.
Equipment: Her weapons consists of two daggers that that can be joined and placed in the same sheath. They have symbols etched into the handle and base of the blade.
A small flask of blood that has been treated with herbs and oil to prevent coagulation.
Pouch of herbs.
Skills and Abilities: Hunting and tracking: She usually hunts creatures of a bestial nature, but it not necessarily limited to animals.
Dancing: Due to the nature of her Magic, learning the proper base skills to dance was a must. She specializes in an acrobatic form of weapon dancing.She can use swords and spear/staves in her routines though her preferred is her two dagger technique.
Simple weaponry skills: handy for all things self defense related, hunting related and dance related (See Dancing with Dagger).
Survivalist: They aren't fancy, but they are knowledgeable about what is needed to survive such as fire-making, shelter building, how to clothe and feed herself.
Dancing with Daggers(Ritual blood magic):
This ritual magic required both a component of blood to be poured onto her daggers and specific movements to be completed for an effect to be generated. Missing a step or getting interrupted will prevent the magic from taking effect. Once the effect is done the blood will "burn" away and require more blood before more effects can be completed.
Effects:
-Hunter's Breath: Rain points her daggers tips towards each other so that her arms form a loose circle where she will perform several increasingly fast spins either moving or in place. After, these spins are completed, she will break the circle while the other is kept at the level of her midsection while she slows her spins till she comes to a full stop. Successfully completing this set will give her an increase in her vigor/energy and allow her to feel significantly less exhaustion in the moment. Adequate rest will be needed after the effect wears off depending how strenuous her activities were while the effect was in place.
-Rage of the hound: The movements are short abrupt and fast, while she stomps her foot on the ground with a snarling expression. The movements are more flexible in style but she needs to keep stomping the beat long enough to go in blood rage. Blood rage will make her hyper focus on a single target, and make her strikes faster and stronger. She is less likely to notice pain in this state but will become acutely aware after it wears off or upon target death.
Blood's Eye: Rain must be able to complete her routine in the four directions. This is a slower more meditative dance that will put her in a trance like state in order to view the memories of the blood her blades are coated with. Depending on freshness and quantity the memories may be clearer and abundant, or fuzzy and sparse.
Wrath of the Ancestors: Has to manage to finish a dance in a circle and end where she started. Once the circle is complete all blood on her person, including her own becomes highly acidic to others and may leave burns and disfigurement to any that comes into contact till the effect ends.
Sickness Curse: A dance that required her to balance her daggers upright (By the handle) in her palms while she dances in place. The blood component must also be from the intended target, and for the target to get cut once dance is completed for chance of effect. If the effect takes, then the target will get an infection that can include high fever, Vomiting, delirium, sluggishness, Pains and if left untreated; possible death. If The Target has a decent immune system they may not feel any effect, or will get symptoms but eventually get better with proper tending on the wound itself. Disinfection the wound early enough can also prevent malady.
Dance of Stagnation: A fairly fluid dance that requires her to move loosely, meaning her daggers cut less deeply when they strike while she is performing this dance. If she manages to cut the target during this routine, the target will get a sudden onset of Anemia symptoms, which include Fatigue, weakness, dizziness ect.
These effects are difficult to mix together without unfortunate side effect, that being "Blood Curse". Blood Curse causes a burning sensation in the individual's veins all throughout their bodies It is an incapacitating kind of pain that Almost all Blood Dancers usually pass out from long before the effect wears off.
Biography: From When she was a little girl, Rain has only really known her village and the friendly faces of most of her fellow tribe. They had a mostly secure place in the heard of the forest, not far from rivers and lakes. They Were always big on hunting sport for both food and fun, though even if they came back empty handed, they'd still have the food from the field to not go hungry. She remembers the day she was old enough to get her face painted and how proud her mother was when she and the other kids all began learning the steps to their dances, while her father was in charge of teaching them to hunt. She remembers how one of the Elders, a braggart, showed his scars and made up wild stories about how he got them, while his long time friend and brother rolled his eyes, knowing the real reason was because he'd bailed his ass out of trouble more time than he even remembers by now.
She remembered when she she had performed her successful spell after so many failed attempts, falls and missteps.To boot, for all her trouble she was able to bring back to the village her first catch, a young deer they proceeded to cook up and celebrate the milestone. The day after, her mother tearfully told her that there was nothing more she could teach her, and that as for the rest, she should heed to the Ancestors and find it with her heart.
She remembered some bitterly cold winters after, a few faces passing away in peace, And her spending much of her time communing with her ancestors. She was a full woman, her village relied on her now, and as one of their best she did all she could to provide and teach. She had been in the middle of a hunt when the flood waters came...
Allegiances: None
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 18:35:18 GMT -5
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Post by Rain on Apr 13, 2021 21:57:56 GMT -5
Rain kept her secrets with tight lips and watched Vulpin simultaneously asked his curiosities and also lost interest all at once. All the better, she wanted less of his presence that kept her on edge along with the just as outspoken nurse. Her eyes were trained on the unconscious man the nurses handled a bit less than delicately, but then it was likely better this than finding a river to throw him in. She trusted no one here, and yet had no choice but to rely on them for his care. Vulpin's assurances that Perkins would be well taken care of fell on deaf ears at worst, and taken with a grain of salt at best. It was hard to focus on conversation when she was feeling stressed, the tension was deeply set in her strong shoulders.
What had they seen down there? What had they seen now?
The other unsettling presence gave her name. Such a foreign name at that. It was enough to snap her out of her head for a brief moment, her eyes falling back onto the scaly woman. A Scaly woman who had some audacity to ask for her blood, the most sacred thing she still had. Honestly, the wild woman was speechless. "I... entered the mouth of darkness, fought a monster in worm infested waters, was lucky enough to come away with it with both our lives, watched a man lose an eye, and after enduring all that you people dare ask more of me!?" the longer she spoke the more her tone rose, the yet unaddressed stress from the day quickly going to rapid boil before she forced herself to stop speaking altogether. Her fists clenched, with her nails digging into her palms as she swiftly turned away from Karen and just walked. Any attempt to dissuade her from leaving were ignored as Rain left and took the storm with her.
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Karen Lassenger
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 27
Appearance: Karen as she insists on being called, is a large plush constrictor lamia, with an upper human half that's almost elvish in appearance.
Her hair is a lovely light blonde, and there are hints of dyed pink at the ends from before the Event. Her face is typically always smiling and her eyes are a warm hazel.
She can typically be found wearing white nursing gear, and a she carries a plethora of medicine, medical gear, and plenty of needles.
Equipment: Karen carries a very large backpack, with the snake equivalent of cargo shorts on her tail. She carries all of her medical supplies on her person in her backpack and packages on her tail.
She doesn't carry around anything violent, but she has plenty of scalpels and needles that would do in a pinch if she had a violent bone in her body.
Skills and Abilities: Being a constrictor she is very strong in her tail, but she's not exactly the most fit in her upper body.
She does have two fangs in her mouth replacing her canines, but they're not poisonous and they do not do anything besides help eating seeing as she needs one full meal every month minimum.
Most of her vital organs are actually in her tail, which does help stab wounds, but thankfully that has yet to occur.
Biography: She's a traveling doctor and used to travel around the lands and do odd medical jobs in the villages she found while roaming in the outlands.
Registered: Mar 25, 2021 21:03:54 GMT -5
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Post by Karen Lassenger on Apr 14, 2021 1:39:31 GMT -5
Rain kept her secrets with tight lips and watched Vulpin simultaneously asked his curiosities and also lost interest all at once. All the better, she wanted less of his presence that kept her on edge along with the just as outspoken nurse. Her eyes were trained on the unconscious man the nurses handled a bit less than delicately, but then it was likely better this than finding a river to throw him in. She trusted no one here, and yet had no choice but to rely on them for his care. Vulpin's assurances that Perkins would be well taken care of fell on deaf ears at worst, and taken with a grain of salt at best. It was hard to focus on conversation when she was feeling stressed, the tension was deeply set in her strong shoulders. What had they seen down there? What had they seen now? The other unsettling presence gave her name. Such a foreign name at that. It was enough to snap her out of her head for a brief moment, her eyes falling back onto the scaly woman. A Scaly woman who had some audacity to ask for her blood, the most sacred thing she still had. Honestly, the wild woman was speechless. "I... entered the mouth of darkness, fought a monster in worm infested waters, was lucky enough to come away with it with both our lives, watched a man lose an eye, and after enduring all that you people dare ask more of me!?" the longer she spoke the more her tone rose, the yet unaddressed stress from the day quickly going to rapid boil before she forced herself to stop speaking altogether. Her fists clenched, with her nails digging into her palms as she swiftly turned away from Karen and just walked. Any attempt to dissuade her from leaving were ignored as Rain left and took the storm with her. Karen's childish glee was quite deftly shattered by Rain's fury. Her joy slowly draining from her face as she looked guilty and miserable for even asking as Rain went on to rant on her question. She spoke out bowing as she started to walk away, "My most sincere apologies, I should have thought before I questioned you. I wish you well in your time here."
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Skarlet
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: Her exact age is ambiguous but she has lived atleast a couple human lifetimes by now.
Appearance: Skarlet has Pale skin, red eyes and sharp teeth when she needs them. Her hair is dark brown but she has a streak of red in the front. Her wardrobe is always designed to cover up as much of her body as she can to shield herself from the sun.
Skills and Abilities: Night Vision
Enhanced Senses
Dream Walker
Vampirism
Flash Freezing technique
Biological Manipulation
Biography: Lady Skarlet is a Vampire and adopted daughter of Lady Naoki, though she's not exactly the same Skarlet that she knew from back then. This Skarlet came from an alternate future where something terrible had happened to Lady Naoki, and Skarlet became leader of her own nation for a while, years passed since and Skarlet has had a couple more families, she waged war against Men and Demons, She's loved and lost.
Naoki should be able to tell that even though Skarlet looks as young as ever, her eyes have changed and hint that she has probably lived through a couple lifetimes since last they saw each other.
Allegiances: Lady Naoki
Place of Residence: Naoki's Estate
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 14:38:24 GMT -5
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Post by Skarlet on May 1, 2021 19:48:24 GMT -5
Skarlet enters the Infirmary Tent and takes a look at all the lovely mannequins set up, is this an Infirmary or a clothing store? She looks around and asks, "Is the Surgeon or Doctor, whatever, here?"
The tall, beautiful, kinda scary woman tries to wait patiently but if she has to wait too long she may have to help herself. To distract herself while waiting she would examine the mannequins more.
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Dr. Indys Vulpin
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Appearance: Few have seen Dr. Vulpin's face, which he generally keeps hidden behind a plain white mask. He alleges that it's for cleanliness purposes, but rumors abound that he uses it to hide a horribly scarred visage. His rather thin and lanky body is typically hidden by his voluminous dark red robes, colored strategically to hide the bloodstains from his work.
Skills and Abilities: Dr. Vulpin is known for his medical prowess: few can amputate a leg with such speed and enthusiasm. He's skilled with bonesaws, stitches, and scalpels and possesses a vast knowledge of ailments and medicines.
Biography: Nobody's quite sure where (or if) Dr. Vulpin actually studied medicine, but none can argue with the results. Most of his patients end up surviving, although they are frequently left with fewer limbs than they came in with. His medical skills have been invaluable on the long voyage, although his eccentricities and odd hobbies have made him rather unpopular among the crew and passengers.
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 16:43:45 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. Indys Vulpin on May 3, 2021 16:40:33 GMT -5
Vulpin strode in from his curtained-off "office" where he'd been napping, stretching and yawning. As always, his clothes were perfectly cleaned and pressed, a task that he generally assigned to his numerous assistants. After all, if he couldn't trust them to do his laundry properly, how could he trust them to clean bandages and stitch wounds? As he stepped into the main ward, he chuckled, spreading his arms wide.
"Aha," he said, walking towards Skarlet. "Oh, it's simply lovely to see you. You have no idea how long I've waited for you to arrive. How are you, my beautiful bloodsucker?"
He strode quickly towards Skarlet, arms held wide as though to embrace her...and then walked right past her. Stepping to the mouth of the tent, he picked up a small glass jar that had been left there for him. Holding it up to the light, he admired the fat green leech that swam inside, tapping gently on the glass and chuckling.
"Oh," he crowed, "How lovely indeed. You're just what I need. Who would have thought it would take these idiots so long to find some leeches on this island?"
Turning back towards the office, he seemed to finally notice Skarlet standing there. His shoulders slumped as he realized that his closer examination of his new leech was going to be delayed, and he sighed. Why did people continually insist on coming in to annoy him? Didn't they realize the importance of his work? His art? Nobody seemed to appreciate an artist these days. Philistines, the lot of them.
"What can I do for you, miss?" he asked, impatience clear in his voice. "You don't look sick, injured, or pregnant. Is there something you need from me? I'm a busy man, you know."
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Skarlet
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: Her exact age is ambiguous but she has lived atleast a couple human lifetimes by now.
Appearance: Skarlet has Pale skin, red eyes and sharp teeth when she needs them. Her hair is dark brown but she has a streak of red in the front. Her wardrobe is always designed to cover up as much of her body as she can to shield herself from the sun.
Skills and Abilities: Night Vision
Enhanced Senses
Dream Walker
Vampirism
Flash Freezing technique
Biological Manipulation
Biography: Lady Skarlet is a Vampire and adopted daughter of Lady Naoki, though she's not exactly the same Skarlet that she knew from back then. This Skarlet came from an alternate future where something terrible had happened to Lady Naoki, and Skarlet became leader of her own nation for a while, years passed since and Skarlet has had a couple more families, she waged war against Men and Demons, She's loved and lost.
Naoki should be able to tell that even though Skarlet looks as young as ever, her eyes have changed and hint that she has probably lived through a couple lifetimes since last they saw each other.
Allegiances: Lady Naoki
Place of Residence: Naoki's Estate
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 14:38:24 GMT -5
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Post by Skarlet on May 4, 2021 20:43:28 GMT -5
"Hi, I-" Skarlet stops when Vulpin walks past her, what a coincidence he was talking about a leech. Once he actually addresses her she continues. "Sorry to interrupt what you were up to, I am Lady Naoki's daughter Skarlet. I need some fresh blood and I figured I'd come to you. You'd be able to provide a pint, right?"
Skarlet steps closer to Dr. Vulpin and tries to see if she can make eye contact with him behind his mask. "Two pints would be better."
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Dr. Indys Vulpin
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Appearance: Few have seen Dr. Vulpin's face, which he generally keeps hidden behind a plain white mask. He alleges that it's for cleanliness purposes, but rumors abound that he uses it to hide a horribly scarred visage. His rather thin and lanky body is typically hidden by his voluminous dark red robes, colored strategically to hide the bloodstains from his work.
Skills and Abilities: Dr. Vulpin is known for his medical prowess: few can amputate a leg with such speed and enthusiasm. He's skilled with bonesaws, stitches, and scalpels and possesses a vast knowledge of ailments and medicines.
Biography: Nobody's quite sure where (or if) Dr. Vulpin actually studied medicine, but none can argue with the results. Most of his patients end up surviving, although they are frequently left with fewer limbs than they came in with. His medical skills have been invaluable on the long voyage, although his eccentricities and odd hobbies have made him rather unpopular among the crew and passengers.
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 16:43:45 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. Indys Vulpin on May 5, 2021 20:17:30 GMT -5
Vulpin squinted at the oddly pale woman, wondering what in the world she wanted blood for. Was this some new strange beauty treatment that the young people were getting into? He never could keep up with all these new fads. The youth these days had all sorts of odd ideas, few of which held any real merit. He was quite certain that he'd never understand them. Whatever it was, one thing was certain: She wasn't getting any.
"Blood?" he repeated, shaking his head. "What ever could you want blood for? You're not one of those fishermen who want to catch sharks, are you? I'm afraid you can't have any. All of our blood is either discarded or kept for...research purposes. Or feeding the leeches. Fine creatures, those leeches. If you're really the daughter of Lady Naoki, then please feel free to return later with an official letter of writ requisitioning some for you. Otherwise, I'll have to ask you to leave. I've work to do."
In truth, almost all of the blood spilled on his surgical tables was kept in jars hidden away in the lab that Grandma had built for him. He needed that blood, as it was an invaluable resource in building and keeping his creations alive. It could occasionally be difficult to keep a heart pumping, and having an ample supply of fresh blood flowing into the circulatory system could be very helpful. Honestly, what sort of person just barged into a surgery and asked for blood as though he were some butcher? He was a tad bit offended that someone would demand such a crucial product of his work as though it were nothing, but decided against chastising the woman. Children of monarchs could be awfully spoiled and temperamental, and he didn't want her to smack him.
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Skarlet
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: Her exact age is ambiguous but she has lived atleast a couple human lifetimes by now.
Appearance: Skarlet has Pale skin, red eyes and sharp teeth when she needs them. Her hair is dark brown but she has a streak of red in the front. Her wardrobe is always designed to cover up as much of her body as she can to shield herself from the sun.
Skills and Abilities: Night Vision
Enhanced Senses
Dream Walker
Vampirism
Flash Freezing technique
Biological Manipulation
Biography: Lady Skarlet is a Vampire and adopted daughter of Lady Naoki, though she's not exactly the same Skarlet that she knew from back then. This Skarlet came from an alternate future where something terrible had happened to Lady Naoki, and Skarlet became leader of her own nation for a while, years passed since and Skarlet has had a couple more families, she waged war against Men and Demons, She's loved and lost.
Naoki should be able to tell that even though Skarlet looks as young as ever, her eyes have changed and hint that she has probably lived through a couple lifetimes since last they saw each other.
Allegiances: Lady Naoki
Place of Residence: Naoki's Estate
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 14:38:24 GMT -5
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Post by Skarlet on May 7, 2021 18:51:15 GMT -5
"Eh? Catch sharks? That's not... Well don't throw it out!" Skarlet's stomach grumbles and she's starting to get hangry. "Ah, good grief, you're stingy aren't you?"
Damnit, I can't get eye contact with him to use hypnotic suggestion. What's this guy up to?
"Ugh, I don't have time to waste then. Fine, next time I come to you I'll have a decree."
Skarlet leaves to go catch the next boat to the Depravity. Some of her belongings should be on the ship and hopefully there will be a stash of blood. Passing through the camp she felt more temptation to feed off of someone, could she wait the boat ride before eating? That doctor got her thinking of shark now, would be fun to catch a shark.
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Dr. Indys Vulpin
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Appearance: Few have seen Dr. Vulpin's face, which he generally keeps hidden behind a plain white mask. He alleges that it's for cleanliness purposes, but rumors abound that he uses it to hide a horribly scarred visage. His rather thin and lanky body is typically hidden by his voluminous dark red robes, colored strategically to hide the bloodstains from his work.
Skills and Abilities: Dr. Vulpin is known for his medical prowess: few can amputate a leg with such speed and enthusiasm. He's skilled with bonesaws, stitches, and scalpels and possesses a vast knowledge of ailments and medicines.
Biography: Nobody's quite sure where (or if) Dr. Vulpin actually studied medicine, but none can argue with the results. Most of his patients end up surviving, although they are frequently left with fewer limbs than they came in with. His medical skills have been invaluable on the long voyage, although his eccentricities and odd hobbies have made him rather unpopular among the crew and passengers.
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 16:43:45 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. Indys Vulpin on May 21, 2021 23:54:57 GMT -5
Late in the darkest portion of the night, Dr. Indys Vulpin toiled away in his curtained-off surgical theater. The woman they'd found washed up on the shore earlier that day was on the brink of death, and almost certainly would never wake. That was alright, for all he needed was a beating heart. In his professional experience, everything else could be replaced easily enough. Limbs, organs, appendages...with enough skill, all could be stitched on without too much trouble. He worked feverishly by lanternlight, grafting on bits and pieces to the mutilated body lying on the surgical table in front of him. Nurses and attendants were all well and good, but if he wanted a proper assistant, he'd have to create one himself. The washed-up near-corpse provided the perfect opportunity, a barely-breathing body ready and waiting to be built into the perfect helper. Most of her would remain largely similar to a regular person, but he added a few key improvements upon the standard human body. Sharper eyes were a must, able to spot tiny rips and cuts in muscles and tissue that would need to be mended. Steady hands were necessary as well, as he didn't want his assistant trembling. The most important thing, though, were the fingers. The human hand, in Vulpin's opinion, simply didn't have enough of them. What if he just split each finger lengthwise, turning 10 into 20? It seemed like a reasonable enough thing to do, and so he did it. Ten fingers upon each hand would add much-needed dexterity, an invaluable asset for any would-be surgeon. As he finished up, stitching shut the last few incisions, Vulpin stood back and surveyed his work. A patchwork woman laid in front of him, cobbled together from the various bits and pieces that he'd had lying around in the infirmary. Perhaps not the cleanest work he'd ever done, but it wasn't bad for something he'd put together in a tent. Opening a jar of smelling salts, he wafted the pungent fumes under his creation's nose. It was time to wake her, to see how well this newest work of art had turned out.
"Wake up, my dear," he said, placing a small mask over the woman's scarred face. "I believe I shall call you Anastasia. You are to be my assistant. Welcome. You've much to learn."
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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 May 22, 2021 0:50:28 GMT -5
Images of crashing water flower flowed over the poor woman, panic and dread set in her heart as sound quickly became muffled. The looming abyss below her threatened to pull her down into the depths, never to be seen or heard from again. More images flash before her, angry eyes, hungry, teeth filled maws tearing at her. There’s a scream and then... nothing. Just the distant sound of waves…
Then a smell. One that filled her lungs and jostled her entire body. Her eyes shoot open, pulled from the nightmares that had plagued her during her… sleep? That didn’t sound like the right word to explain it, it didn’t feel like sleep. Regardless, the patchwork woman’s eyes, one blue and the other green, blink several times as the miasma of death cleared from her senses. A dim light sparks in her brain as the mental cogs groan and come to life, words and thoughts beginning to form. Where was she? More importantly, who was she? No memories came forward, nothing but her nightmare that was already fading away.
The woman sat up, seemingly not hearing the man’s words at first. She peered down her body, but she doesn’t balk or scream, she just examines herself. Stitches lined her whole body, connecting pieces of mismatched patches of flesh. Her stomach, her thighs, her knees, even each breast and her nethers, none of it matched together, but they all seemed to fit in a truly macabre fashion. She lifted her arms to look them over, then her hands. With a flex, her fingers each split in two, much to her marvel. Each one wiggled and curled individually before connecting back together again.
A grunt forms within her as she touches her chest. She felt a beating heart and the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, rising even further when she pulled a deep breath through her nose, and out her mouth. It didn’t feel natural, like someone else was breathing for her, but what truly was normal? She couldn’t recall. One word rings through her head, interrupting the basic and dull thoughts. ‘Fascinating’.
Another grunt and a swallow as she reaches up and wraps a hand around her neck. “Buh…” she manages to speak. “Gee… aaaah…” Her tongue felt heavy and her throat hoarse, but the intricacies of muscle memory were starting to come back to her. “Mm. Oh.”
She looked down at her body, then to the masked man who stood beside her, her eyes so full of life and curiosity. Had he spoken? Yes, he had! Sound, what a wonderful experience! Another word rang in her head, but not in her voice, something she had just remembered.
“Anastasia,” she says, echoing her thought. “My name… is Anastasia?” Her voice cracked for a moment before she cleared her throat. “My name is Anastasia.” It felt right. Identity. It was the only name she had for herself, anything before she had woken up a moment before was gone. Perhaps it was never really there.
“Hello!” Her lips, split in the middle with stitches, stretched in a long grin. Even though the skin around them didn’t match, it seemed her creator had the decency to at least make sure the lips matched. “I… don’t remember, do I know you?” she looked around the room, noting some of the medical tools and the bits and pieces laid out by the side of the surgical bed.
The patchwork woman reached over and picked up a hand, severed at the wrist. It was larger than her own, and it only had five fingers. It seemed like a man’s hand. Human. How did she know all this? She couldn’t explain it, it just sort of… came to her. “This is a surgeon’s room,” she claimed, slipping her fingers around the severed hand’s own in fascination. “I have never been here before. Have I? Part of me has. Or perhaps not.” she asks, looking up at the masked man. “Did you fix me?” Many thoughts went through her head as she placed the hand back down gently. “Jigsaw.” Another word that popped into her pretty little patchwork head. “Shattered glass. Broken vase. Hm, no.” Her smile screws into a thoughtful scowl.
The woman swung her new legs over the side of the bed and sat up, peering into the doctor’s eyes. “Not fixed. Built. Constructed. Made.” More words that flooded her newly awakened brain. “No no… Still not right. Maybe both?” The scowl quickly turns into a grin once again, beaming at the doctor. “Both. A mix. Fixed and built. Satisfied. Content.” She reached out and pressed a finger against where his nose should have been, if not for the mask. “Boop!”
She pulled her hand back and hopped off the bed, her mismatched feet pressing against the floor. It seemed she took to her body rather well! She twirled once, and a small laugh escaped her before she stood before him. “Are you my father? Creator. Saviour? Hm. No. Mother. Not that. Parent. Father. That sounds right.”
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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 May 25, 2021 16:06:00 GMT -5
Amongst all the madness, magic and murder, Dr. Marks patiently, quietly, went about his work. He had taken Vulpin's advice, stolen some rest, yet before long he was tending to patients as if he were some sort of permanent fixture. His nature was calm and soothing, and while he saw Vulpin less and less while the peculiar man performed his "personal work", he took on the more trifling work in the other doctor's stead. Setting bones, making ointment for rashes, consulting with patients. It helped distract him. The ideas that threatened to surge up at any time always lingered, a black pool that threatened to rise up and pull him under, leaving him adrift as had happened that night so long ago to lead him here.
Thinking of others was his way, and if it helped him in turn? It had to have some meaning. It didn't take long to realize how few doctors around there actually were and with Vulpin working on his personal problems, Marks made it a point to brush up on his understanding of surgery. While it hadn't been the primary work he'd performed as a general practitioner, he had enough of the work in his time amongst the military men to warrant a reasonably adept hand at it. He was in the flow of things, although part of him knew that merely avoiding the trauma of worldly relocation was hardly a long-term solution to face. He hadn't even left the premises of the tent, except to bathe at another publicly available tent. Even so, he felt as if he had repaid his debt, and people were beginning to recognize him. Even rely on him, at times. Yet even so, he could feel the shadowed eyes of Vulpin on him from time to time, as if sizing him up. Elijah made it a point to keep him cane on him. Just in case.
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Dr. Indys Vulpin
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Appearance: Few have seen Dr. Vulpin's face, which he generally keeps hidden behind a plain white mask. He alleges that it's for cleanliness purposes, but rumors abound that he uses it to hide a horribly scarred visage. His rather thin and lanky body is typically hidden by his voluminous dark red robes, colored strategically to hide the bloodstains from his work.
Skills and Abilities: Dr. Vulpin is known for his medical prowess: few can amputate a leg with such speed and enthusiasm. He's skilled with bonesaws, stitches, and scalpels and possesses a vast knowledge of ailments and medicines.
Biography: Nobody's quite sure where (or if) Dr. Vulpin actually studied medicine, but none can argue with the results. Most of his patients end up surviving, although they are frequently left with fewer limbs than they came in with. His medical skills have been invaluable on the long voyage, although his eccentricities and odd hobbies have made him rather unpopular among the crew and passengers.
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 16:43:45 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. Indys Vulpin on May 25, 2021 16:40:25 GMT -5
Vulpin ignored the other man in the tent for the time being, eyes focused on his newest masterpiece. Marks had been helpful as of late, and so he hadn't gotten around to poisoning him yet. It would have to happen one of these days, as Vulpin had seen the man poking around in the surgical manuals. For now, though, he was content to work on his own little projects, the latest of which laid before him. The twitch of the fingers, the rise and fall of the chest, and finally the gurgle of half-formed words all revealed that his work had paid off. He'd taken a mutilated husk with just the barest spark of life and had blown on that spark, tending it and feeding it until he'd created a roaring fire. When the woman he'd created rose, he clapped his hands together, immeasurably pleased with himself. He'd done it! He'd created himself an assistant! It was a great day indeed for the progress of science, and the sleeping citizens of the settlement didn't even know it.
"Father," he repeated, nodding his head. "Yes, I do like that a lot. My child you shall be, and so my name you shall have. Anastasia Vulpin, the first being ever created for the express purpose of assisting in surgical procedures. With your help, my dearest, I shall build more. I'll create wonders the likes of which have never walked this land. Beings of flesh that have hitherto existed only in the wildest of imaginings. Tell me, Anastasia dear. With those eyes, the sharpest I could find...look at this scalpel. How many nicks in its blade?"
He held up the instrument, which to the untrained eye would look entirely smooth and sharp. However, he'd examined it beneath a lens some time ago and had counted no less than twelve miniscule marks in the edge. With her eyes, taken from a giant eagle that the hunters had brought down, Vulpin hoped that Anastasia would be able to count them with ease.
"I didn't fix you," he continued, "any more than one fixes a broken cart by taking the remaining intact wheel and putting onto a new one. No, I rebuilt you. You have risen like a phoenix from the shattered ashes of your former body, crafted into the perfect being for your purpose. You are a masterpiece, Anastasia dear. A true work of art...and like all great works of art, you shall inspire and assist in the creation of more. You're the first step towards the perfection of the flesh, the beginning of a new era of the human form. Rejoice, Anastasia, for in you I have created the closest thing to a god that this realm has ever seen."
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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 May 25, 2021 17:20:24 GMT -5
Of all the things Dr. Marks had decided, it was quite pointedly that he would much prefer not knowing what Dr. Vulpin did on his own time. In fact, that was distressingly high on his list of priorities. So as Vulpin did...whatever it was, behind that curtain that loomed in the corner like some shambling ghoul he turned over, facing away from it in one of the hospital beds and clutched his cane a little tighter. The creepy little man had been quite insistent that Elijah stay far from that part of the tent, and frankly whatever mannequin monstrosity Vulpin sought to add to his gallery was his business. Yes, just another mannequin, a facsimile of life. He tried not to this about the gory chunks of things Vulpin seemed to collect like treasures. Yes, he'd just will himself to sleep, ignore the noises, the raspy breathing, the peculiar sounds of surgical instruments clattering back into their tray. All he had to do was go back to sle-
A voice. Was it a voice? He shifted slightly in his bed, looking back at the cordoned off section of the infirmary. Who was he talking to? Another of his dolls? Elijah's blood chilled at the responding voice. It was distinctly feminine, if a bit...odd. He should just ignore it. Perhaps he was dreaming? Yes, that must have been it. She spoke again. She wasn't quiet, whoever this stranger was, but he couldn't quite make out her words. Dr. Marks rose to his feet, quietly. He didn't wear his boots, and he crept stealthily towards the sounds. Vulpin had always been a loon, even a dangerous one, but the man did his job. He saved lives, at times. Perhaps that's what made Marks turn a blind eye to his goings on. His proclivities. Or maybe that's just justification. It was more likely it was mere cowardice that allowed these travesties to continue. But someone could be in danger now.
With the thoughts, his step became more firm. Grabbing the curtain he tore it aside, glaring into the interior. He was generally a passive man, although his features could grow quite harsh, perhaps even intimidating when angered. He doubted that would do much to cow his "colleague."
"What on-" the words stuck in his throat. He stared at the woman, a mixture of scholarly awe, and stark horror. What had he done to this woman?! What had he himself allowed to happen within these walls?! He gripped his cane so tightly the wood groaned slightly in protest as he turned a gaze of sheer agitation upon Vulpin.
"What have you done?! You demon, what have you done?!" he snarled.
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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 May 25, 2021 22:19:33 GMT -5
“Mm. Yes. Father,” Anastasia says with a wide grin as her creator confirms her thoughts. Marvellous! Family! How fascinating. “Anastasia Vulpin. A good name. A strong name.” She gives him a curtsy in greeting, head bowed for a moment which shows off her two tone hair, some parts light brown, the others dark. Even her scalp must have been mismatched, but whatever choices Vulpin had made seemed to work quite nicely together.
She looks back up at him, her grin never fading for a moment. “A surgeon. Very well,” she says with another nod. Did she have a choice in the matter? Probably not, but she didn’t seem to want a choice. She had literally no path, might as well take the one set out for her. “I… think I know things about it. About people, and bodies.” She scratches her temple in thought for a moment. “Mm. Much to learn, but yes, I do know things.” Were they actual memories? Did Vulpin manage to imprint something during her recovery? The ways of Anastasia were strange, and likely would remain that way. Then she blinks. “First being? Will there be more?” Her grin tightens for a moment. “Brothers and sisters, siblings. Fascinating. Me. The first. This is an honour.” She would just have to make sure she’s the favourite!
“Fix. Rebuilt. Constructed.” The patchwork woman shakes her head. “No, all of these. I am still who I was, but now more. And new! Old and new. It makes sense to me.” She taps her head a moment. “Fixed what was broken. Built on top of it. I think? Yes.” Her speech seemed to be a stream of consciousness, perhaps in time it would flow better, but for now she seemed like a kid in the candy store. The joys of life and the perfectly built body.
Anastasia takes the blade in hand, but then she turns to the mirror again with his final words and spins, viewing her naked form. “Mm. Yes, masterpiece. You have the eye of an artist, father.” The stitches were expertly done without any gaps, and all of her proportions were just about perfectly matched to each other. Even through the miscoloured patches and the stitches, she was as beautiful as she was macabre.
She holds out the handle of the blade to Vulpin without taking her eyes off her own in the mirror, images of an eagle soaring through the air filled her mind, then images from above. It confused her for a moment, but it only took a second for it to make sense to her. “Fourteen,” she says, then looks to Vulpin. “Many are older, but there are two fresh nicks near the handle. Two- NO!” she pauses for a moment. “One and a half days old. Maybe. Give or take. Strange expression, ‘give or take’. It's incomplete. Give or take what?” Her pensive smile turns back into a grin. “This time, give or take four hours. At most.”
Her ears prick up as she hears something nearby, her eyes darting to the curtain and her smile growing just a little more. “Ah…” she almost whispers. “Father, we have a guest.” What had she heard? It sounded like feet touching the floor, it was very light, most wouldn’t have noticed, but she was built for it. She puts the handle of the blade into Vulpin’s hand. “Take this back. He may fear me, even without.” Her eyes darted back to Vulpin, but there was no fear in her eyes, or any lack of self-worth, just cold hard facts. “Scaring patients, not good bedside manner.”
When the curtain is pulled aside, she stands firm, not attempting to cover her naked form, instead letting it bask in the lamp light. “Demon?” she asks, her grin faltering just a moment, the corners giving her a more quizzical look. “He is Doctor Vulpin.” She peers over her shoulder at the doctor, eyebrow raised. “Perhaps he needs his eyes fixed? We can do that, super easy, no? Optic nerves will be difficult, but very possible. Oh, can I do it!”
She looks back at the new man, a grin plastered across her face again. “Only if you consent. I think you need it, ‘cause its plain to see what he has done. He fixed me, rebuilt me, um…” There was another word that she needed, but it slipped her newly forming mind. “I am alive because of him. Not… created life. Brought me back from near death? Hm. Almost-resurrected… Perhaps not so plain...” her grin falls into another thoughtful scowl, then she shrugs, grinning again. She lifts a hand and offers it to Doctor Marks. Then she realizes that’s not quite right, puts down the severed hand, then sticks her own out. “Hello! Anastasia Vulpin. Do not be afraid, friend. I mean no hurt. Harm? Harm. That is the opposite of my purpose.”
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