Sample: Not so long ago the the young woman known as Doria had a peaceful existence, a steady job, and a good relationship with those around her. Now, all of that was gone, she had been cast out of her guild, betrayed by her mentor, and trapped in the form of a common rodent. True, she had escaped the body of inflicted upon her by that wretched turn coat Dol, but did it really matter? Her humanity had been left somewhere in a sterile lab a few worlds over and her body now best resembled the result of some horrific science experiment. As that thought rang depressingly in Doria's head she laughed at what she had just realized. She was a failed experiment, a product of her mentor's twisted desire to achieve mastery of the natural world! Her world had been destroyed that afternoon, and she saw no reason, or way, to ever go back. With that, Doria's mind had reached the present, she had been offered a chance to escape to a new place and accepted without hesitation. If she had nothing nothing to live for at home, Doria thought, she may as well forge a new life in this strange place.
Even that, the young shapeshifter imagined, would be quite the tall order. Her distorted form disallowed her from all but the most brief of contact with other beings and her strange appearance drove away many a person by itself. If one couldn't make contact with another living being, what was there left to do? Doria's answer to this problem was to make way to the station's bar and drink until she forgot the pains of her strange existence. Of course, as per usual, the world would simply not let Doria be as a nearby patron attempted to strike up a conversation. He asked the usual had you been here long, whats your name, and even what her race was. Doria was quick to respond, a bit of alcohol in her system aiding in the rough swiftness of her words. “In order,” She said in a slightly annoyed voice “No, Doria, and human, you happy now?” The man seemed unmoved by Doria's rudeness, only pushing further with his questioning. “Really, your human?” He said in a rather blunt manner. “I would have pegged you for some kind of fish-girl.” Doria's annoyance grew as the man questioned her very existence. “I'm not a fish, I was just in an accident...” Doria began to tear up as her past again welled to the surface. But, she would not allow this questioning to continue she just wanted this man to shut up and leave her be. That in mind, she formulated a way to end this already uncomfortable conversation. “Here, let me show you...” Doria said while removing a glove from her vaguely fish-like hand. She then proceeded to overlay her bare hand with that of the rather annoying bar patron, lingering in that position for almost a minute before ceasing the awkward overlay. The bar patron, startled by Doria sudden advance, looked up from his hand to see an odd sight. Where the fish-girl had once sat was now a young human girl of roughly the same height and weight. The girl smiled at her companion for a second before speaking. “See?” The girl questioned. “I'm a human!” The man nearly feel from his seat at the strange turn of events, he had seen many a thing on the station, but this clearly took the cake for sheer oddity. “Yeah, yeah you are...” The man stammered before jumping from his seat and dashing for the bar's entrance. Meanwhile, back at the bar, the young woman took another sip of her drink and sighed. Somethings never change...
Doria Parmina | OC 7/6
Not so long ago the the young woman known as Doria had a peaceful existence, a steady job, and a good relationship with those around her. Now, all of that was gone, she had been cast out of her guild, betrayed by her mentor, and trapped in the form of a common rodent. True, she had escaped the body of inflicted upon her by that wretched turn coat Dol, but did it really matter? Her humanity had been left somewhere in a sterile lab a few worlds over and her body now best resembled the result of some horrific science experiment. As that thought rang depressingly in Doria's head she laughed at what she had just realized. She was a failed experiment, a product of her mentor's twisted desire to achieve mastery of the natural world! Her world had been destroyed that afternoon, and she saw no reason, or way, to ever go back. With that, Doria's mind had reached the present, she had been offered a chance to escape to a new place and accepted without hesitation. If she had nothing nothing to live for at home, Doria thought, she may as well forge a new life in this strange place.
Even that, the young shapeshifter imagined, would be quite the tall order. Her distorted form disallowed her from all but the most brief of contact with other beings and her strange appearance drove away many a person by itself. If one couldn't make contact with another living being, what was there left to do? Doria's answer to this problem was to make way to the station's bar and drink until she forgot the pains of her strange existence. Of course, as per usual, the world would simply not let Doria be as a nearby patron attempted to strike up a conversation. He asked the usual had you been here long, whats your name, and even what her race was. Doria was quick to respond, a bit of alcohol in her system aiding in the rough swiftness of her words.
“In order,” She said in a slightly annoyed voice “No, Doria, and human, you happy now?” The man seemed unmoved by Doria's rudeness, only pushing further with his questioning.
“Really, your human?” He said in a rather blunt manner. “I would have pegged you for some kind of fish-girl.” Doria's annoyance grew as the man questioned her very existence.
“I'm not a fish, I was just in an accident...” Doria began to tear up as her past again welled to the surface. But, she would not allow this questioning to continue she just wanted this man to shut up and leave her be. That in mind, she formulated a way to end this already uncomfortable conversation. “Here, let me show you...” Doria said while removing a glove from her vaguely fish-like hand. She then proceeded to overlay her bare hand with that of the rather annoying bar patron, lingering in that position for almost a minute before ceasing the awkward overlay. The bar patron, startled by Doria sudden advance, looked up from his hand to see an odd sight. Where the fish-girl had once sat was now a young human girl of roughly the same height and weight. The girl smiled at her companion for a second before speaking. “See?” The girl questioned. “I'm a human!” The man nearly feel from his seat at the strange turn of events, he had seen many a thing on the station, but this clearly took the cake for sheer oddity.
“Yeah, yeah you are...” The man stammered before jumping from his seat and dashing for the bar's entrance. Meanwhile, back at the bar, the young woman took another sip of her drink and sighed. Somethings never change...