Fran is a master surgeon, having learned her techniques from her creator, Professor Madaraki. She is seemingly capable of bending the human body in any shape she chooses, given the right materials and work environment. She is also shown to have some experience with plastic surgery, hormone therapy, and physical rehabilitation.
Physically, Fran is a zombie of sorts, being that she is made up of reanimated human flesh. Because of this she is very durable and can detach parts of her body without ill effect. As demonstrated when she lost her lower body in a fight with her older sister and instances where she remotely operated her body when it was separated from her head. She has also been known to take on one,two, or even 3 pairs of extra arms when doing delicate surgery.
Sample: This place had been good for Fran thus far, the power struggle between rebels and empire providing more then adequate fodder for her experimental surgeries and treatments. It was a place she was needed constantly, never left to sit bored for hours on end, waiting clients to waltz through her front door and request some bizarre procedure in the name of a dead family member or lost love. It was a comparatively peaceful existence, at least here she knew what people were trying to kill her.
But, despite the stability provided by living in the middle of a war-zone, Fran, for lack of a better word, was bored. Though she was happy to be helping the people of the station, the world was all of a rather mundane. She would replace an organ here, stich a limb back on there, any skilled doctor could have done such things. No one here seemed to be interested in the more esoteric services she offered. Not one person had requested there body reinforced with steel or even something as simple as having their eyes replaced with artificial ones capable seeing through the very veil between worlds! It would seem there simply was no time for imagination in moments of war.
But if lack of imagination landed her in this problem, perhaps imagination could solve it as well! As far as she could see this was a war, and wars breed death. Meaning somewhere in the reaches of space there lie hundreds, if not thousands, of perfectly good corpses, just waiting to be harvested for the greater good! The station would be stocked with usable organs in case of emergency and Fran would have enough materials to experiment with for quite sometime. At the thought of such a glorious sight, a wide smiled over took Fran's face, it was time to get to work.
Forgot the first title. Fran Madaraki | Franken Fran 2/2
Fran is a master surgeon, having learned her techniques from her creator, Professor Madaraki. She is seemingly capable of bending the human body in any shape she chooses, given the right materials and work environment. She is also shown to have some experience with plastic surgery, hormone therapy, and physical rehabilitation.
Physically, Fran is a zombie of sorts, being that she is made up of reanimated human flesh. Because of this she is very durable and can detach parts of her body without ill effect. As demonstrated when she lost her lower body in a fight with her older sister and instances where she remotely operated her body when it was separated from her head. She has also been known to take on one,two, or even 3 pairs of extra arms when doing delicate surgery.
Sample:
This place had been good for Fran thus far, the power struggle between rebels and empire providing more then adequate fodder for her experimental surgeries and treatments. It was a place she was needed constantly, never left to sit bored for hours on end, waiting clients to waltz through her front door and request some bizarre procedure in the name of a dead family member or lost love. It was a comparatively peaceful existence, at least here she knew what people were trying to kill her.
But, despite the stability provided by living in the middle of a war-zone, Fran, for lack of a better word, was bored. Though she was happy to be helping the people of the station, the world was all of a rather mundane. She would replace an organ here, stich a limb back on there, any skilled doctor could have done such things. No one here seemed to be interested in the more esoteric services she offered. Not one person had requested there body reinforced with steel or even something as simple as having their eyes replaced with artificial ones capable seeing through the very veil between worlds! It would seem there simply was no time for imagination in moments of war.
But if lack of imagination landed her in this problem, perhaps imagination could solve it as well! As far as she could see this was a war, and wars breed death. Meaning somewhere in the reaches of space there lie hundreds, if not thousands, of perfectly good corpses, just waiting to be harvested for the greater good! The station would be stocked with usable organs in case of emergency and Fran would have enough materials to experiment with for quite sometime. At the thought of such a glorious sight, a wide smiled over took Fran's face, it was time to get to work.