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 27, 2021 0:05:39 GMT -5
Vulpin's delight at his creation's ocular acuity vanished as he heard the unexpected intruder burst in. Didn't that man know to mind his own business? What was wrong with him, interrupting the progress of science? Sighing, he turned away from Anastasia and coolly surveyed Dr. Marks. The man was sputtering mad about something, although he couldn't imagine what. As the man called him a demon, knuckles turning white on his cane, Vulpin silently reached out a hand to accept the scalpel. He flicked around his fingers for a moment before holding it loosely at his side, eyeing the furious man and questioning his decision to put off poisoning him. Perhaps he should have done it earlier after all, if only to save this trouble.
"What have I said about leaving me alone to my work, Marks?" he asked, annoyance creeping into his voice. "An artist must be undisturbed to create his masterpiece. And a demon? You insult me. What have I done, you ask? I have built the flawless being. Humanity ascended, soon to be the finest surgical assistant to ever walk these lands. This is art, my thick-skulled friend. A thing of beauty and perfection. A mere bonesetter like you would never understand. Go, Marks. Go back to your rashes, your sore throats, your bruised toes. Leave me be. I am creating greatness, and your interruption stands in the way of the march of science. Begone."
He jerked his head to the side, gesturing for Marks to leave. Really, who did the man think he was, barging in on him like that? He'd taken pity on the man, let him play his little game of doctor for too long, and now he was getting too big for his britches. How could someone like Marks possibly understand his work? It was sad, really. The man was a bitter reminder of the ignorance of the general population, and Vulpin was beginning to tire of his presence.
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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 Jun 3, 2021 11:39:56 GMT -5
"Science?! You call this charade science, Vulpin?" Marks snarled, the veins on his neck threatening to burst as his face reddened. This woman, this creature, was some kind of thrall. A parody of human life. "This is as much pretend as those toys you play with! This is not the one you brought up here, Vulpin, you did not save life, you've created a simulacrum!" he turned his attention to the woman, bare and grinning, her sliver of white teeth practically glowing in the darkened room. The specter of joy. He felt his stomach churn. He recognized some of those features. A patch here or there, a patient he lost, that had come in far too injured for them to do anything but give them tranquilizers to ease their suffering into the end. He couldn't help but wonder if some of the ones Vulpin had worked on could have been saved. If maybe their deaths hadn't been as inevitable as the perverse desires of a masked butcher.
"Ma'am, I must ask you to take a seat." he rumbled, not taking his eyes off the mad doctor before him. If it came to blows, he knew he was larger than Vulpin, and he'd hardly seen the other doctor exerting himself physically. Even so, Marks had seen the work he'd performed with that scalpel. A knicked artery here, a stab there, the masked monster was quick. "I will not stand by, while you create patchwork slaves, Vulpin. There is a leader here. I've heard others say her name. Naoki? I will bring you and your creation before her, let her decide what needs to be done. But if you resist, or try and kill me, I will fight. You might survive, I might die, but know this you little imp. I will die easy knowing you won't have of your body left working to continue your work. What will it take? A solid lead ball to an eye socket? Crushing your hands?" he loomed closer, hair and beard billowing out to make him look as though he were a storm cloud, about to burst.
"I'll see to it that the only surgeon talented enough to fix you, is YOU."
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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 Jun 4, 2021 2:19:14 GMT -5
The patchwork woman doesn’t do as she’s told and sit her finely stitched rear down, and instead she finds herself standing between the two men with her hands held out, trying to keep them apart. “Gentlemen, please!” she says in a commanding voice. Perhaps Vulpin had added more to her than he had anticipated. “There are patients trying to sleep. At least, I assume there are. I have come to the realization that I have no clue what’s beyond those curtains, and as excited, overjoyed, anxious to see what’s beyond them, I must ask for civility.” She lowers her arms and takes a breath. “Hoo! Longest I’ve spoken before. Which isn’t much, I’ve been awake all of ten minutes.”
Her attention goes to the doctor first. “Father, please,” she begins. “That is no need to treat anyone. Your bedside manner is terrible, I mentioned that a moment ago, yes?” The grin appears across her face once again, the only thing not covered in a mask. “Though I do appreciate your kind words. Masterpiece. Humanity ascended. Mhm, love it. Big ego moment. Thank you.” She gives a little giggle, and then a thumbs up to her saviour/creator. “He may not understand, but he’s got value to these people, and its to help them that I was saved, hm?”
Then the patchwork woman looks to Doctor Marks. “And you! Stop with the harsh words. If I had thin skin I might have taken offense! I mean really, a toy? Slave? Simulacrum? I will admit I don’t understand that last one, but I assure you mister big man, I am none of these things.” As Marks had stepped forward, so had she, fearless in the face of brutish behaviour. “I am not a plaything for those to have their fun with and to cast aside, and I am not bound to servitude. I am alive, a person, a soul. At least, I feel like I have these things. The soul is just a construct anyway, so why can’t I have one?”
She reaches up and lightly taps the man’s nose. “There is no need for threats. Violence. Destruction. These are not what you stand for as a doctor, right? At least, I assume you’re a doctor. Not the same kind as father, but a doctor nonetheless. Unless… are you a nurse?” She then shrugs. “It doesn’t matter. All you need to know is that your accusations and labels of me are false. Entirely.” She then tugs on his chin to make him look into her eyes. “Look. Do my eyes seem dead to you? Lifeless? Soulless?” Her eyes were actually rather beautiful and full of life.
“Ah…” she says in realization. “You are uncomfortable because you recognise some of my parts. Am I right?” Good intuition. After all, one and one makes two, so many dots to connect, leaving Anastasia with some form of picture. “They were dead. Would you rather let such intact pieces go to waste? Buried for the worms to eat? Burned to ash? No no, father has made better use of them.” Her mismatched blue and green eyes flick between Marks’ own as she speaks. “These parts saved my life, I think. I have scattered thoughts. Nightmares. Deep under water, in the land of beasts. Teeth and pain. I think I have died before, or at least almost died. Would you rather I have stayed dead? Hm. Food for thought. Another strange saying. Good imagery, easy to understand, but logically strange.”
“Now!” She looks between the two. “Violence is stupid. It solves nothing. If you are an honourable man-” She points to Marks. “Then you will put down the cane and speak with civility. No threats. Demonstrations. Anger. I can think and speak, do these things, and I have only been alive for a brief period. Perhaps I was once a scholar. Who knows? I don’t. Still. Relax a little, for I am no monster. Psh, really, imagine thinking I’m something like that.”
“And you,” she continues as she points to Vulpin. “Father, please. Geniuses should never be quick to anger. Your talents are unsurpassed, I would know most of all as I am your proof. I can speak and defend myself, allow me to. But please, put your natural-born ego aside and calm down. Both of you.”
She crosses her arms over her chest and looks between them. “A shame that a fresh mind must be the adult in the room. I suppose long lives create egos and anger, aggression and bias. I hope that doens’t happen to me. You are both being silly. People need more than a pair of bruised piles of mush that I will inevitably have to stitch back together. Where are we anyway? This is a tent right? It means dire straits. A warzone? Camp? New settlement? Tut tut, that just strengthens my point.”
“Though if you plan on using that,” Anastasia says, nodding to Marks’ cane. “I’m not going to stand aside. I was built to help and heal, and I can take preventative measures to stop that.” She looks over her shoulder at Vulpin. “And please don’t make me rebel, Father. It would be a shame.”
Her eyes flick between them as she lets out a little giddy squeal, then she clears her throat and calms herself. “Apologies, this is all just so fascinating! Seeing such rage and back and forth in action, I’ve never seen it before. Perhaps I have. Can’t remember. Like I said before. Anyway, time and a place, these are neither. I think. Or assume. Yes, assume.”
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Jun 4, 2021 12:48:59 GMT -5
Immediately after the feast, after taking care of a small errand and picking up a small group of legionaries, Lady Naoki walks on The Infirmary Tent. After what he said, Vulpin won’t be allowed to continue.
She speaks in a low voice to the legionaries, a handpicked few she knows to be loyal. “Surround the tent. Don’t let anyone in, and if anyone runs, grab them. No blood.” They murmur assent and spread out.
Looking over to Grandma, Naoki nods. They’ve spoken, they both know what he’s done, and what needs to be done to him. Grandma seems more outwardly perturbed than she does, Naoki thinks, which is a bit amusing to her. It’s been ages since anyone was dumb enough to wrong her in this way, and it got a rise out of Grandma that time, as well.
Naoki gestures, ‘After you.’
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: Appears to be in her 80's
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Appearance: An elderly woman with a wiry frame who most notably possesses unnatural height, standing at well over seven feet tall even when hunched over her cane. Her hair is grayish-white and normally done up in a bun and her eyes are also gray in color. Her skin is very pale and has an almost grayish hue to it. Her nails are long, black, and sharpened at the tip.
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Equipment: She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others' spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish-colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for communication with others who own similar bracelets.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled at knitting!
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Biography: While the details of Grandma's past are shrouded in mystery, since first meeting Naoki she has served essentially one role, that of advisor. While her titles have varied as Naoki moved up the social ladder of Isra, her continued support, and assistance she offered to Naoki have never wavered.
Even following the destruction of Isra, Grandma continues to follow and offer guidance to Lady Naoki as they attempt to rebuild from the wreckage.
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Allegiances: Naoki
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 19:51:53 GMT -5
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Post by Grandma on Jun 4, 2021 12:49:39 GMT -5
Grandma had learned in her many years in the Overworld that sometimes what was needed was a performance. The range of emotions she felt was rather limited and even those were muted, but the range of emotions she could project outward… Well, that was a whole different story. Dr. Vulpin had crossed her, an unwise choice by him. She had offered him the best deal he could have hoped for, and then he had decided to ruin things by swinging around that limp dick of his.
It was disappointing. She had expected more from him, but he served as a reminder to her that brilliance in one field very often didn’t carry over. For all his supposed intelligence Grandma had known toddlers with more common sense than Dr. Vulpin. He hadn’t just insulted Naoki once, he had insulted her repeatedly. She had even warned him to stop.
That is what had brought Grandma here, to enlighten the good doctor just how poorly his choices in the dining tent had been. She intended her performance to be one that would stick with him. The rings on her hands flickered a moment before turning pitch black. Without glancing at Naoki or the legionaries, Grandma moved forward at Naoki’s signal. Knocking both tent flaps back violently, her robed silhouette burst into the medical tent.
Grandma’s icy gaze immediately swept across the tent’s interior. Patients, nurses, and… There stood Dr. Vulpin, scalpel in hand. There were others nearby him, but they weren’t yet her concern. Moving with great speed, Grandma stormed through the tent as she headed directly towards Dr. Vulpin. Her cane stabbed deep into the ground with each and every step she took.
“You, move.” Dr. Marks would hear the command from just behind him as the robed figure rapidly closed the distance between them. “And you. You stupid sack of shit.”
Looming over him, Grandma looked down at Vulpin with palpable contempt. He would pay dearly for his transgressions.
“What a disappointment you have been, Vulpin. Not only did you fail to keep your mouth shut at the feast but I now see it is even worse than I thought."
Motioning towards Anastasia, Grandma shook her head in disgust at Vulpin.
“How fucking incompetent are you? You think you can just create these things in the goddamn infirmary of all places?”
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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 Jun 9, 2021 18:21:31 GMT -5
Vulpin eyed the irate Dr. Marks with a cool, calculating gaze as the man went on his tirade. The scalpel spun and flicked between his fingers, becoming a silver blur in Vulpin's dexterous grasp. He really should have poisoned him earlier. Who knew the bothersome man had such spirit in him? He'd been little more than a catatonic corpse when he'd arrived. Had the man always possessed such fire, such potential for disturbance, or had something simply brought it out in him? As Marks threatened him, Vulpin sighed, spreading his arms wide. His masked, cloaked figure was the very picture of calm collectedness, with only the slightest tension in his shoulders belying his frustration at the interruption.
"Anastasia, dear," he said, still facing towards Marks. "Let this be your first lesson, shall we? The most important thing I can offer you, the sole most valuable tidbit of information, concerns the very nature of a surgeon. A surgeon is not merely a person who cuts and saws. A surgeon does not simply stitch wounds and cauterize vessels. No, a surgeon is a very different sort of being entirely. A surgeon, my dear Anastasia, is one who can do that which repulses the common man. Your typical simple-minded commoner cannot perform a tracheostomy or remove an arrowhead from a liver. He cannot craft flesh and blood like the sculptor's clay. As you can see, the common idiot is repulsed. He does not understand what it is that we can do, and he is frightened. The fright is expressed as disgust, which often morphs into anger. As surgeons, we must never hold this stupidity against them. We can only pity their feeble minds and hope that someday, somebody creates something better. If not the hand of the gods...well, then it shall be my own. It is not a surgeon's place to destroy, for destroying such a pitiful creature would be akin to crushing an insect. The life of a lesser species has been ended, and we are none the better for it."
His "lesson" was interrupted by the entry of the old woman. Turning, Vulpin tsked, slipping the scalpel away into a pocket. This was the last thing he needed. What was wrong with people tonight? Why could they not simply leave him alone?
"Ma'am," he said, his voice tense. "I have little patience for the small-minded pettiness of would-be rulers. If you are here to simply insult me in my place of business, then I suppose I cannot stop you. If you care to make good on our dear leader's promise, then I ask only that you join me in a moment of prayer for the people of this settlement. It will be of little comfort for those in need of medical attention, but I suppose there'll be little else I can do for them. As for our dear Anastasia...does a chef not sharpen his knives in the kitchen? Does a smith not build his hammers in his forge? She is not one of your things, madam. She is mine. A creation of my own, built to assist in the delicate art of surgery. She is not a sword, but a scalpel. Not a shield, but a needle and thread. I am not in the business of using valuable resources to work on my own personal projects, and so I created her here on my own time. If she is to be my last creation, my magnum opus...well, I suppose I shall go to my grave fulfilled. Anastasia, dear. Let this be our second lesson and pray that it is not our last. The art of surgery is, most regrettably, fraught with the same pitfalls of commercialism as every other discipline. As much as we wish to be free to practice our art, we are still beholden to our employers, shackled to the golden throne. As you can see, the consequences of shirking our less technical duties, despite not having an effect on our actual craft, can be...dire."
Folding his hands behind his back, he stood and stared at Grandma, wondering what his fate would be. This was most certainly a setback, although one that could have likely been avoided. Damn his clever tongue and the intolerance of the ruling class! To hell with the idiocy that permeated the masses! He should have recognized that the cat would think only to lash out with anger. His faith in the level head of the settlement's leadership, it appeared, had been sorely misplaced.
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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 Jul 18, 2021 1:16:54 GMT -5
As soon as Doctor Vulpin starts speaking, Anastasia deflates a little. He hadn’t listened to a word she said, had he? About being kind, and practicing good bedside manner. “Father, I would ask that you listen to me,” she begins. “I just said, right now, not one moment ago, that being rude is unhelpful. He may not understand, but there is no need for name calling. Its uncouth, lousy, beneath us. Its a waste of time and effort to belittle.” She puts her hands on her mismatched hips as she speaks. “And I know what a surgeon is. Somehow. Implanted memories? Old ones? I have no idea, but I can perform all those duties and more.”
Once the very tall crone had entered the room though, all bets were off. She stares up… up… up at the older woman and marvels at her stature, unphased by her yelling and insulting of the man who had created her. When the old woman gestures to her, she offers a kind wave, but it quickly stops at the word ‘thing’.
“Oh here we go again,” the patchwork woman says, rolling her eyes. “I just went through this with the other gentleman, its getting tiresome. Exhausting. Boring, even!” She takes a deep breath and shifts between Vulpin and Grandma. “Once again, for the third time, I must ask you, Ms Tall-Old-and-Scary, to keep your voice down. Though everyone appears to have their problems tonight, the problems of our patients matter more, and they need their rest.” She looks towards the tent’s flap and shrugs. “I assume. Probably. I’m sure we have patients.”
“And, also for the third, perhaps fourth time, I am not a thing, or a monster, or a toy, or a plaything. I am alive, I am well, and I am ready to help.” She stands tall, a grin plastered across her face. “I am Anastasia. I have a name, and I would prefer it if people used it.” That’s when she steps to the side once again. “Created, a sort-of, kind-of word. Rescued, rebuilt, saved, repaired, fixed, all of them work. Father is a genius and I owe him my life. I think I was devoured in a previous life, if my nightmares are of any indication. Or perhaps they’re memories… not one and the same, one’s a construct and one’s a… well. Memory.”
When she realises she’s letting her mind wonder again, she brings herself back to reality. “Now that that’s out of the way and if you would please keep your voice down, do carry on. All this anger towards Father is fascinating. All these egos flying around, each one thinking they’re dominant, its all so… fascinating! I need to know how people grow such a thing.”
She peeks around Grandma to spot Naoki before giving her a kind wave. “Good evening,” she says, as if nothing else had happened. “Quite a show, hm?” With that, she stands beside Grandma, looks her over once, then matches her stance perfectly, all the way down to her furious scowl. “Fascinating…” she whispers gently.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Jul 19, 2021 12:23:41 GMT -5
Having spent a moment listening to the goings-on inside the tent, Naoki decides now is when she will enter. With a gesture from her, Legionaries pull open the tent flaps and fall in alongside her as she passes through the threshold.
Briefly, her eyes sweep across all that are gathered, living and otherwise. They linger on the woman, if she is that, but Naoki’s eyes carry no emotion for anyone other than Vulpin, who is the subject of an absolutely withering glare. For Vulpin and for him alone, Naoki’s eyes carry disgust and an incredible loathing, as she might regard a gnome.
“Indys Vulpin.” She addresses him, speaking clearly for the benefit of all. “You are under arrest. You are hereby relieved of all positions and privileges. The charges are being an insufferable asshole and probable suspicion of treason.”
“Get down on your knees, hands behind your back, and speak. Not. A. Word.”
Naoki stands well out of his reach, with guards to either side and Grandma between them, daring Vulpin to attempt anything. One carries a nasty-looking set of shackles, and neither seems the sort to tolerate any nonsense tonight.
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: Appears to be in her 80's
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Appearance: An elderly woman with a wiry frame who most notably possesses unnatural height, standing at well over seven feet tall even when hunched over her cane. Her hair is grayish-white and normally done up in a bun and her eyes are also gray in color. Her skin is very pale and has an almost grayish hue to it. Her nails are long, black, and sharpened at the tip.
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Equipment: She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others' spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish-colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for communication with others who own similar bracelets.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled at knitting!
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Biography: While the details of Grandma's past are shrouded in mystery, since first meeting Naoki she has served essentially one role, that of advisor. While her titles have varied as Naoki moved up the social ladder of Isra, her continued support, and assistance she offered to Naoki have never wavered.
Even following the destruction of Isra, Grandma continues to follow and offer guidance to Lady Naoki as they attempt to rebuild from the wreckage.
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Allegiances: Naoki
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 19:51:53 GMT -5
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Post by Grandma on Jul 29, 2021 0:58:47 GMT -5
Grandma listens to both Vulpin and Anastasia words, her expression shifting to a stony mask. She didn’t know what Vulpin was rambling about but he clearly was missing the point. It was maddening how oblivious he was to the most obvious of things. He could have created this creature if he just did it with a bit more tact. She had thought he understood that.
“I think you dearly overestimate the status that being a surgeon gives you, Dr. Vulpin. However, I suppose I will thank you for potentially creating your own replacement should you continue to… Speak.”
Motioning to Anastasia at the mention of his replacement, Grandma fixed the patchwork woman with a discerning eye. They didn’t appear to be an immediate threat… Indeed, they even insisted that they weren’t a monster. The fact they were able to bring this point up or have a conversation at all did point to the fact Vulpin may have managed to create something that wasn’t raving mad. Well, Grandma was willing to entertain such an idea.
“Well, if you aren’t a monster, then I suppose you are simply another victim of Dr. Vulpin’s madness… Of course, you wouldn’t see it that way, but you also haven’t been awake for very long. You have been brought into this world under a rather unfortunate set of circumstances, but if you aren’t violent and can be reasoned with…”
Grandma gave a half shrug, clearly somewhat indifferent on the matter.
“Your fate lies with Naoki, but I’m not one to judge based on appearances.”
The crone’s eyes glinted as she turned her attention away from Anastasia and back on Vulpin. Would he have the sense to stay silent? Prior to the feast Grandma would have given a resounding yes to that question, but now she wasn’t so sure… Her knuckles whitened as she tightened her grip on the cane, eyes narrowing as she waited to see if Vulpin would do as he was told.
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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 Aug 3, 2021 19:29:54 GMT -5
Under arrest. The words were almost amusing, like the futile cries of a child claiming that another wasn't playing fair. That was all that this affair was, after all. The queen of sandcastles, upset that not everybody wanted to worship the very ground upon which she walked, had decided that she was going to make an example of him. Probable suspicion of treason...he'd heard more believable drivel gibbered from the froth-flecked lips of a man so deranged that he'd attempted to eat his own hands. Glancing around, he nodded politely towards Grandma, raising his hands before him in submission. A thousand snarky comments rose to his lips, but he managed to stifle them before they slipped forth from behind his mask. It wouldn't help his situation to antagonize them, not now. That could wait. He could afford to bide his time, after all. Unlike some people he knew, Dr. Indys Vulpin was a patient man. Reaching slowly, he retrieved a small notebook from a desk, the sort of moleskin journal one might use to hide their most precious secrets. He handed the notebook to Anastasia without a word, then slowly, carefully, got to his knees. The cautious, picky movements were clearly those of one who was more concerned about dirtying his clothes than submitting to any sort of authority. Still, he held his hands obediently behind his back for Naoki's brutish thugs to shackle. She could arrest him on bogus charges, but it would be clear to anyone who actually looked that it was all little more than petty revenge. Biting his tongue, he stifled a chuckle, waiting for further instructions. He could be a model prisoner if he needed to be. After all, it wouldn't be his first time behind bars.
If anybody looked at the notebook that he'd given Anastasia, they would find that it contained little more than instructions for the care and feeding of leeches. The variety native to the island had quite voracious appetites, and so the good doctor's careful script provisioning the creatures with fresh blood every three days.
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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 Aug 3, 2021 20:00:00 GMT -5
Anastasia’s copy cat of Grandma’s pose and scowl stumbles for a moment when she hears Naoki speak. “Arrested for being an asshole, and… probable suspicion of treason?” She looked over at Naoki with a curious smile. “Probable. Maybe. Potentially. So there may be, perhaps, suspicion of treason, but nothing solid? Nothing set in stone? Just… I’m guessing words?” she gives a little giggle and looks back at the person who saved her preparing for his arrest. She grins as she accepts the book, holding it close to her chest. “You people get so worked up over words, it's fascinating. You have me very curious about this place’s justice system.”
As Vulpin falls to his knees, Anastasia steps to the side, getting a different view of the situation. She had no intention of saving him from his fate, especially since he was cooperating. “Replacement? That would be an honour,” she says, not looking up from her ‘father’. She looks over at Grandma as she’s further addressed. “I believe I was a victim of sharks. Perhaps a kraken? It's a bit blurry.” She nods back to Vulpin. “Say what you wish about Father, but its thanks to him that I am living and breathing, unfortunate circumstances or not. I’d rather be alive than dead. Lost in a void. Or perhaps the heavens above? Who knows. I don’t.”
She does give Grandma a thumbs up though. Much like the rest of her body, it didn’t match the hand it was attached to. In fact, it was a bright red, not quite what one would expect for a human-like construct. “I’m a healer and a surgeon. Violence, destruction, harm would go against that and my very reason to be, it would seem.” She gives her an even brighter grin that… doesn’t seem entirely natural. “Thank you for your kind words. You are the first to come barging in here to believe me, that I’m no monster. It's actually quite nice. Pleasing. Pleasant, even!”
The patchwork woman opens the book Vulpin had handed her and begins to read through the text at quite a speed, instructions imprinting on her brain, the one part she was sure was original. “If my fate lies with Naoki, that would be you, no?” she asks, pointing to the catwoman, without looking up from her book. “When this kerfuffle, show of strength, verbal brawl, bru-ha-ha is all said and done, I look forward to your decision for me.” She finally looks up. “But I’d quite like to remain alive and I will not make options for destruction easy.” There’s that grin again! “I think I can run quite fast.”
She looks back to Vulpin, his hands now shackled and flanked by guards. “Enjoy your incarceration, father. I will need some time to familiarize myself with existence and your workshop, but I am confident that I will be able to continue your work.”
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Sept 8, 2021 20:43:49 GMT -5
Naoki looks on silently as Vulpin finally complies. If only it didn’t take this much for him to see where he stands, she could be in bed right now. She regards him cooly, with some amount of disappointment. She doesn’t hate him, but she hates that he made trouble out of himself. “You were permitted to do most anything, Vulpin. But threaten me is on the shortlist of things that cannot be abided. Take him outside.” At that and a gesture, two of the guards lead the shackled Vulpin out of the tent and out of earshot. Naoki looks about the tent before settling her eyes on Dr. Elijah P. Marks . She points at him. “You’re… Marks.” Striding over to the man, Naoki reaches up a bit to place a hand on his shoulder. “Congratulations: you’ve just been promoted to ‘Head of The Infirmary Tent’. You report to me, to Grandma,” she nods her head, “And in a time of crisis, potentially whatever military-type commander might be on hand. You’re responsible for this tent and everyone in it, including medical staff and the wounded. Do what needs to be done to treat the injured, ease suffering, and so on. I apologize for heaping this upon you so suddenly, but you seem stout, I think you can handle it — or, if you would rather, you can see me tomorrow about suggesting a successor. I expect to see you soon regardless, to speak of the capabilities you have here, what supplies you need, and business items such as those. Perhaps we’ll share tea next week sometime. Expect a messenger, but don’t hesitate to seek me out if there’s a problem.” “You.” Naoki rounds next on Anastasia. “I am Lady Naoki, this is my settlement. If you wish to leave, you may, but if you stay, you agree to follow the laws as I’ve laid them out and do as I say… And at present, there aren’t many codified laws yet,” Naoki admits. “But there are basic expectations of civilized society you’ll be expected to conform to, and I’ll get around to formulating a code of law soon enough. Regardless, in addition to those things which apply to everyone, there are some more things I’d like you to do — or not to do, rather, regarding Vulpin.” Naoki makes sure Anastasia is looking at her and paying attention before continuing. “Do not seek him out. Do not speak with him, do not take orders or messages from him. Do not attempt to break him out of wherever he may be, do not provide him with any items, do not take anyone to visit him, do not do anything like that regarding Vulpin. As far as you’re concerned, from here forward, he is gone, and there’s naught to be done about it. He might come back, maybe, someday,” Naoki shrugs, “But don’t bank on it. Lots of people have absent fathers, and I’m sorry that you’ll be one of them, but if he’s imbued you with even half of his talent for medicine, I don’t doubt that you’ll do well here in his stead.” Naoki gives Anastasia a solemn nod. “You’ll work under Dr. Marks,” she continues, gesturing to the man. “You’ll do as he says, follow his instructions. Assume he knows best, and if you’re conflicted, ask him for advice.” “Again,” she adds, addressing Marks, “I hate to saddle you with this, but I think it for the best — at least for now. Either of you, questions?”
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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 Sept 9, 2021 10:38:21 GMT -5
To say things were happening quickly was an understatement. As if conjuring her from his very utterance of her name, it seemed that the leaders of this burgeoning society had burst in upon them. He almost wasn't sure if they'd simply been close enough to hear his shouting! When Grandma descended upon them, looking not unlike a bejewled vulture and crowed her command, Dr. Mark's wisely deflated, staggering out of the old woman's war path. With care he watched the proceedings, Anastasia's sentience once again called into question and Marks couldn't quite stave off a sense of chagrin at how he'd treated the creature upon her revelation. Vulpin was still a monster for having created her, but she was, for the moment, a victim.
It was at this point with the guards, the shouting, Vulpin's (he couldn't quite bring himself to allow the word "Doctor" to adorn the name of such a foul man) verbal jousting and eventual, calculated submission had left him quite by the wayside. Whatever was happening, it had become clear that it would be smarter to keep his mouth shut and wait to see what came of this. Such a close eye he kept on making certain the other man didn't lash out, he hardly noticed when the feline woman approached him, but his gaze was drawn to her when she placed her hand on his shoulder and there it stayed.
"I-I don't believe we've met, your...majesty?" he offered, uncertainly. Frankly he had spent so long glued to the infirmary that he wasn't quite such if the woman before him was a Queen, and Empress, a mayor, but it seemed wisest to start with undue praise than risk batting a bit low. "Yes, I am Doctor Elijah Peregrine Marks" he confirmed after she had just left him, proverbially, the keys to the mansion. The rope to the tent flap seemed a bit less grandiose, but even so he blinked at her, befuddled. It made sense, of course, although he had seen a few other practitioners here before. Even so, he had gone from patient to doctor to head in the span of a month.
It was an overwhelming responsibility, but he knew better than to turn it down, or to cause any more friction than was strictly necessary. Besides, he could see it would be quite difficult to say no to Naoki, when she asked something of you. He nodded, slowly.
"Of course, I will do everything in my power to see this place used to its full potential. I even have some ideas for improvements."
No he didn't, but it sounded good. Perhaps the least comfortable revelation was that he would be expected to oversee the newest, terrifying golem, moments after he had just dethroned her creator. Stepping away from Naoki for a moment (and hoping that wasn't an incredibly rude thing to do), he picked up his heavy jacket off the nearby cot he had been occupying draping it over the shoulders of the nude patchwork being in an attempt to lend some small amount of modesty to her.
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: Appears to be in her 80's
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Appearance: An elderly woman with a wiry frame who most notably possesses unnatural height, standing at well over seven feet tall even when hunched over her cane. Her hair is grayish-white and normally done up in a bun and her eyes are also gray in color. Her skin is very pale and has an almost grayish hue to it. Her nails are long, black, and sharpened at the tip.
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Equipment: She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others' spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish-colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for communication with others who own similar bracelets.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled at knitting!
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Biography: While the details of Grandma's past are shrouded in mystery, since first meeting Naoki she has served essentially one role, that of advisor. While her titles have varied as Naoki moved up the social ladder of Isra, her continued support, and assistance she offered to Naoki have never wavered.
Even following the destruction of Isra, Grandma continues to follow and offer guidance to Lady Naoki as they attempt to rebuild from the wreckage.
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Allegiances: Naoki
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 19:51:53 GMT -5
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Post by Grandma on Nov 8, 2021 20:12:44 GMT -5
Grandma eyed Vulpin’s back as he was escorted from the tent before turning back to face Anastasia. While she was a curious creature and would no doubt cause some ruckus among the common folk simply given her physical appearance… She didn’t seem to be a threat at present. If her words were to be taken at face value, she could be an asset. Given the lack of healers, even the creation of a mad doctor had to be considered if it could save lives.
After all, those lives made up what few subjects Naoki still had. It was important to do whatever possible to grow this settlement’s population upward, and as fast as they could manage. Having state-mandated breeding programs didn’t sound good, but put a little spin on it and… She’d have to give more thought to that subject later. For now, it was time for her to excuse herself. The situation here was now well in hand and she had other matters to attend to.
“I’m very glad to hear violence doesn’t suit you. If your nature is that of a healer I have no doubt you’ll be able to earn the general population's admiration with time. It’s a bit hard to hold a grudge against someone who saved your child’s life.” Returning Anastasia’s thumbs up with one of her own, Grandma offered her the briefest of smiles before addressing Naoki.
“It seems the situation here is under control, and I have a few things I must do… I shall visit you in your tent tonight as I have a few private matters to discuss with you.” Inclining her head to Naoki, there was an unmistakable glint in the crone’s eyes.
Turning on her heel, Grandma strolled towards the tent entrance before stopping suddenly. Turning slightly, she offered Dr. Marks a wry smile.
“Oh, and Dr. Marks. Congratulations on your promotion.”
Without waiting for a reply from the good Dr. Marks, Grandma roughly shoved aside the tent flaps as she vanished into the night. And as abruptly as she had arrived, the crone was gone.
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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 Nov 10, 2021 6:49:34 GMT -5
As Naoki spoke with Marks, Anastasia buried her nose back in the book Doctor Lupin had entrusted to her, scanning his notes and committing them to her bizarre memory. Leeches, leeches, and more leeches. She placed it down on Vulpin's desk as another caught her eye. The others were talking so… she plucked it from the desk and began reading. It contained methods that exceeded the comprehension of most, yet sat easily with the patchwork woman, and many of the more recent entries and writings were about her and the recreation of her new body. Her grin faltered only once as she paused on one particular page, one with a sketch of a mangled woman, or what could be considered a close approximation by the torn torso and most of a head. Was that her? How did she live through that. She extended a finger and traced down the side of the woman's face, the familiarity was… fascinating.
Her thoughts are interrupted when Dr. Marks' heavy coat was slipped over her strikingly naked form, one she hadn't really thought of covering up until that point. Why should she? Was she not constructed to look good, regardless of the stitches and mismatched tones? Perhaps they were more of a conservative people. Still, she looked up from the book and coat to Marks and smiled a wide smile. "Thank you," she says. "Warm. Comfortable. Toasty even. Though you could use a bath. Or perhaps do laundry." The coat only remained open for a moment before Anastasia pulled it closed before her, covering herself completely.
Before she could speak again though, it was her turn to be addressed. "Me," she says to Naoki's 'you.' Lady Naoki, that answered her initial question rather nicely. "The expectations of civilized society. No murder, assault, arson, racketeering, fraud, trafficking, counterfeiting, battery, or kidnapping. Enforce the preservation of justice, law, and the freedom of spee-" she catches herself short. "Perhaps not that last one?" She glanced at Vulpin who sat cuffed on the floor.
Her eyes snapped back to Naoki once more as she processed the further instructions, paying attention once again. "The rest will come easily after the first. Cannot find or be instructed from which I cannot look for. Seek out. Find! Wherever you take Father, I am sure I will not find him." With the changes and enhancements Vulpin had placed in her, finding him would actually be exceptionally easy, but if he was to be incarcerated then that was that. "I am sure I will surpass him shortly. My talents are his own and I do not intend to stop there. I must learn more, absorb, educate further. An absent father is... of no concern. I have no memory of my real father and I appear to be doing fine."
As her services were handed off to Doctor Marks, Anastasia smiled at him. As off putting as her stitched, unnatural grin was, it came from a place of true sincerity. Her father didn't think much of him, but anyone who has chosen a profession that she shared, would quickly be her friend. Though her mind was filled with more medical knowledge than you could shake a stick at, she was sure there was some things yet to learn from the gentleman, even if not entirely medical. Bedside manner, etiquette in this strange world, some things that she had previously assumed but obviously been mistaken about. "And I am sure he may learn from me." She extended her hand out to doctor Marks. "I look forward to working with you. I assure you, I will treat you with more respect than my father had. It is only fair that you will do the same."
It was Grandma's turn next, she could tell the elderly lady was anxious to move along, more so than her feline counterpart. The patchwork woman gives her a bright smile and a chance to address Naoki before the crone left.
"Your friend is quite the fascinating individual," she muses before her eyes focused on Naoki. "Yes. Question. If my father is to be executed, which I understand is likely given the circumstances of his crimes and subsequent arrest, I would ask you to use a method that would preserve his brain. Poisons, damage to the head itself, anything that would put it in jeopardy. Once complete, I would ask if I may have his brain returned to me."
She grins widely. "Other than that, no questions. Though, if you are in need of medical attention or an examination, I would be very interested in assisting. Your own body fascinates me even more than your counterpart's does, your feline features crossed with your human form for example, I have theories and I would like the chance to explore them, if permitted." She paused and mused for a moment. Grafted? Natural? She had many questions, but none would be answered at that moment. Her eyes had drifted for a moment before they focused once more. "Yes. Finished. I think. Are we? I am ready to serve as needed, and I will be here. Or outside. Somewhere close, I am certain."
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