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 Nov 15, 2021 1:04:22 GMT -5
Naoki nods to Grandma and pans her attention back to Anastasia as she departs.
As Anastasia poses her question, Naoki curls an eyebrow. “Executed? I have no plans to execute Vulpin. But rest assured, if I wanted him dead, he would be dead, and he would stay dead. If he dies for some other reason — by some third party, to some other cause I can’t fathom, we could discuss what’s to be done with his remains, and if that happens I’ll speak with you. … But that’s not a discussion I foresee having,” Naoki says, waving one hand to dismiss the matter.
“Though your saying does remind me,” Naoki continues, brandishing that same finger in Anastasia’s direction, “Don’t go reanimating people or stitching them together to create others like yourself. Not humans, not animals, not others. Not in the course of your duties in the Infirmary or for any other reason.”
“Lots of people are fascinated by my body,” Naoki quips back. “But of the things I fancy, being explored in that manner isn’t one of them. Perhaps we can talk at a later point, but don’t expect anything. For now, we’re — well, you’ll need a house, yes? Probably. It wouldn’t do to have you resting here. Expect to receive a house sometime in the coming days. Beyond that, yes, I believe we’re done here.” Naoki nods and looks between Anastasia and Marks for any final questions.
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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 15, 2021 2:10:52 GMT -5
A long grin crossed Anastasia's masked, stitched features. "Marvelous," she says in answer to Naoki confirming that there are no plans to kill her father. She didn't have any plans for him herself, but she liked the idea of her creator still living. "The world still has use of his mind, regardless of the regular folk's opinions on such a man. Or myself for that matter. I have been called a monster. Freak. Abomination too many times today."
Her grin falters a moment before fixing itself as she received her limitations, but not for the reasons many would expect. "Reanimation is the tool of the demented, my lady," she says with a slight tinge of offence in her previously cheery tone. "The unscrupulous, those lacking morals and decency. Necromancers. When the brain is dead and the soul has left the body, then it is only right to leave the individual to their peace. Not tear at the walls of the dead to being them back to this reality." A shudder moves through her stitched body. "To reanimate is a horrible practice. I was built to rebuild, to fix, to construct a healthy body for a brain that yet lives, clinging to life like my own. To save lives. Not to bring the dead back."
"I have no intention on creating another me out of the blue," she continues. "Spontaneously. For no reason. Randomly. No, I would only do so to save lives, and they will not be like me, I can assure you." She shifts a little in her coat, knowing that she once had memories that were overridden, something she knew was wrong and would never do herself. She didn't like that idea, but there was nothing she could do about it. "But I expect those in my situation will be extremely rare. It is a miracle my brain lived when I was clearly in need of this body." Her mismatched, yet beautiful eyes peer out of the mask, filled with life and passion. "If someone requires that much reconstruction, I will ask permission, of course, it is my oath and purpose to do whatever I can to heal. But so we are clear, if a lumberjack loses an arm, or a leg is crushed beyond recognition, will I be able to replace it? Or must they remain crippled?"
She takes a deep breath, filling those fresh lungs, then exhales, her speech over. Onwards to Naoki's next point. Thankfully, Anastasia is able to understand subtext quite well. "As for your body, my interest is merely medical. Unless…" She takes a moment to shamelessly look over Naoki, then shrugs lightly. "Hm. Interesting. Regardless, my interests are medical. I was built to be a doctor, and though you may not trust me very much because of who created me, I will remind you that I am not my father. Creator. Saviour. I was made to help, it is what I do."
"In fact, if you are offering me a house, it is clear you are beginning to trust me." Her genuine grin widens a little at that. "I had not considered such a thing. A house. A home. An abode. I don't know what I would do with it, but I would appreciate it. A more permanent dwelling may make me more… appealing to the masses. Or it will make it clear where they can bring their torches and pitchforks. People will do what people will do. The averagely small mind is a fascinating, limited thing."
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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 Nov 19, 2021 2:08:21 GMT -5
Naoki squints. Her ears didn’t hear anyone say ‘monster’, ‘freak’, or ‘abomination’, and as far as she understood, Anastasia has been conscious for perhaps twenty minutes, not so long before she arrived. Whatever.
At Anastasia's impassioned condemnation of necromancy, Naoki waves a hand, indifferent. It matters not a whit to her, she just doesn’t want a self-propagating issue. “You can sort out what to do about instances of crippling with Dr. Marks,” Naoki says, nodding to him.
“It’s one of my objectives to make sure all of my people have houses,” Naoki states. “It’s coming along slower than I’d like, but I feel it to be a necessary step. You’ll receive one in time, as will everyone else. We can speak of other things then, if not sooner. I wish you the best in your work here until then.” A nod to Anastasia, then to Dr. Marks, and a third to excuse herself, and Naoki departs, exiting the tent.
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