Original Image Source: http://lyly-morgan.tumblr.com/post/134730188824/%D1%8D%D1%81%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%82%D0%B8%D0%BA%D0%B0-%D0%BE%D1%82%D0%B2%D1%80%D0%B0%D1%82%D0%B8%D1%82%D0%B5%D0%BB%D1%8C%D0%BD%D0%BE%D0%B3%D0%BE
Unfortunately, I was unable to find the original author, as the image appears to be very old and circulated mainly among people who speak a different language than I.
Out of Character Information- Intent: To elaborate on one of the things that assist Lethia around her workshop.
- Image Credit: See Above
- Role: Menial Labor around the Fleshwarped Fashions Workshop. Also, cuddle partner.
- Links: Fleshwarped Fashions
Physical Information
- Age: 19
- Force Sensitivity: Non-Force Sensitive
- Species: Human(ish)
- Appearance: Small and frail, Susan the Unspeakable Horror looks like a mix between a hairless cat and a nineteen year old girl - her skin, save the top of her head, is devoid of any hair. She has a tail that flicks to and fro, assisting in balance and coordination (and, at least in the eyes of her creator, adding to the creature's sleek and stylish aesthetic). The creature's face is flat, her nose reduced to a pair of slits, and her eyes are milky white. And finally, we have Susan's hands and feet - warped into dainty little grabbers and quiet, soft-padded paws, respectively.
Social Information
- Name: Susan (The Unspeakable Horror)
- Loyalties: Lethia Morow
- Wealth: Susan has no wealth, and has no interest in garnering any.
- Possessions: A collection of brightly colored pins and buttons.
- Skills: Susan is skilled in a number of vitally important fields, such as; organizing surgical tools (and brightly colored button collections!), hiding in dark places, and cuddling.
- Personality: For a creature so utterly broken, Susan The Unspeakable Horror is quite benign - while not the most outgoing sort (preferring the company of Lethia and her other creations), Susan is possessed of a childlike innocence and curiosity. This, combined with her bizarre affection for Lethia, led the witch to keep her around. When not doing chores around the Fleshwarped workshop, Susan spends her free time humming half-remembered nursery rhymes off-key, mumbling to herself in the third person, playing with her collection of buttons (most stolen from various clients' clothing), and cuddling with Lethia or Rupert.
Combat Information
- Weapon of Choice: Her teeth. They're not very sharp, but they're the best she's got.
- Combat Function: Running and hiding. Susan has almost no combat prowess, and will resort to wild, animal flailing and biting if forced into battle. She'd much rather allow Rupert, Lethia's other pet project, to deal with any unruly guests.
Historical Information
Before the, ah, incident that led to her mental breakdown, Susan was the daughter of the CEO of a moderately successful fast food chain, and was in fact primed to take over said chain when her father reached retirement age. In fact, had she not met Lethia, she would have likely gone on to do just that in a few years' time, and retired herself after a few decades. Unfortunately, she did meet Lethia, who, while never intentionally dishonest, was probably not as clear about what her services entailed as she could've been. Susan believed her to be a conventional (if massively eccentric) body art enthusiast, signed a waiver, and, well...long story short, one should probably not attempt to conduct incredibly taxing, highly experimental dark side metamorphosis rituals alone. Especially not if one is a novice, and is essentially making it up as one goes along.
Susan's body survived after a fashion; she was frail and small, a far cry from the magnificent, predatory beauty that Lethia had been hoping to create, but she was breathing nonetheless. Susan's mind was not so lucky - perhaps it was an effect of the Dark Side energies used to assist in the surgeries, or perhaps the sheer horror of what was being done to her broke her. Either way, Susan was reduced to a gibbering, insane mess, but one that was endearing enough that Lethia decided to keep her as an assistant.
