ID Number: #54963
Informal Name: Guinevere Woods
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Lesbian
Floor: 10
Physical
Hair Color: Mousey Brown
Eye Color: Previously Blue, Currently Lavender
Physique: Before #54963 came to the facility, the most noticeable thing about Guinevere were her cat like, blue eyes, since turned lavender after the experiments. Now, the first thing to be seen is the constant, morphing diamond splotches across her body. Wherever the diamond lay at the time is entirely transparent, becoming a window to the muscle that lay beneath, leaving her to cover herself up in baggy clothes to prevent it from being seen, though little can be done when it travels across her face. In a way she resembles an anatomical drawing. Before her āconditionā she had no opinion of her looks one way or another, but she actually prefers how she looks now, knowing it sets her apart in a way that detracts from how people used to only flock to her for her money.
Where her skin isnāt diamond, itās a smooth, flawless, light olive. She stands at 5ā7ā, slender, with a body good for dancing, not that she would never use it for such things. Guinevere has a heart shaped face, with round cheeks that stand out when she smiles, though she almost never does as her eyes alone do enough to convey her emotions, leaving her face looking neutral most of the time. Her almost hooked nose might stand out more, if it werenāt for how striking her sharp gaze is, always seeming like she knows more than sheās giving away. Her thick lips seem to be in an almost constant pout, making her seem younger than she really is, though her stubbornness does little to counter such thoughts.
If her hair was long before arriving at the facility, her time here has only made it worse. Her pale, mousy brown waves now almost reach down to her thighs. Despite insistence that it would be better for her hair to cut it, her lack of care for herself shows through in that area as well.
FC: Milla Jovovich
Physically Noticeable Mutations: Flowing diamond splotches across her entire body that reveal the muscle that lays beneath, lavender eyes
Distinguishing Features: Incredibly long hair, diamond skin, sharp eyes
Hair Color: Mousey Brown
Eye Color: Previously Blue, Currently Lavender
Physique: Before #54963 came to the facility, the most noticeable thing about Guinevere were her cat like, blue eyes, since turned lavender after the experiments. Now, the first thing to be seen is the constant, morphing diamond splotches across her body. Wherever the diamond lay at the time is entirely transparent, becoming a window to the muscle that lay beneath, leaving her to cover herself up in baggy clothes to prevent it from being seen, though little can be done when it travels across her face. In a way she resembles an anatomical drawing. Before her āconditionā she had no opinion of her looks one way or another, but she actually prefers how she looks now, knowing it sets her apart in a way that detracts from how people used to only flock to her for her money.
Where her skin isnāt diamond, itās a smooth, flawless, light olive. She stands at 5ā7ā, slender, with a body good for dancing, not that she would never use it for such things. Guinevere has a heart shaped face, with round cheeks that stand out when she smiles, though she almost never does as her eyes alone do enough to convey her emotions, leaving her face looking neutral most of the time. Her almost hooked nose might stand out more, if it werenāt for how striking her sharp gaze is, always seeming like she knows more than sheās giving away. Her thick lips seem to be in an almost constant pout, making her seem younger than she really is, though her stubbornness does little to counter such thoughts.
If her hair was long before arriving at the facility, her time here has only made it worse. Her pale, mousy brown waves now almost reach down to her thighs. Despite insistence that it would be better for her hair to cut it, her lack of care for herself shows through in that area as well.
FC: Milla Jovovich
Physically Noticeable Mutations: Flowing diamond splotches across her entire body that reveal the muscle that lays beneath, lavender eyes
Distinguishing Features: Incredibly long hair, diamond skin, sharp eyes
Abilities & Mutations
Description: #54963 has the somewhat successful ability of biological armor, though it has a mind of itās own. It was noted that the more tests were done, the more it seemed to learn and refused to let the scientists cut into her. Though the armor was meant to be only skin, level, it was realized to be on a more molecular level, even fending off internal problems and diseases introduced to the body.
Potential Uses for Mutation: Combat
Notable Skills: Excellent piano player, fencer, singer (not that she ever uses her voice). Sheās brilliant, had she gone to college she could have gotten into an Ivy League college on brains alone, her familyās money only being an adding factor.
Notable Disadvantages: Her social skills are so lacking, theyāre near nonexistent, quite an annoyance since they were notably fine tuned before. Any attempts to fix such by Dr. Reid have seemed to only cripple her further.
Flaws or Defects in Subject: Originally the armor was intended to be controlled by #54963 at will, though almost immediately it was noticed that it had a mind of itās own, morphing and crawling across her skin like a living thing, resembling a symbiotic relationship. Since her arrival in the facility, #54963 has to be forced to take care of herself, often refusing to do even the most basic of tasks like brushing her teeth.
#54963 is quiet. If it werenāt for Dr. Reid, she would be entirely mute. In the moments she does speak, her voice hovers just above a whisper. The second most noticeable trait of Guinevereās is how incredibly stubborn she is, because of how much it contrasts her silence. When anyone but Charlotte tries to interact with her, be it a simple hello or asking her something, she throws full on tantrums, kicking and - figuratively - screaming. Obviously, one would think her a pacifist from her silence, but itās not so.
Guinevereās once reluctance towards her family has grown into full blown disdain. They frequently express their disappointment in her handing her life over to Plumeria so willingly, shaming her every opportunity they get when they visit. Thankfully, Charlotte has limited their contact as a result.
Charlotte. Charlotte is the light of Guinevereās life. The armored girl would be unable to function at all if it werenāt for Dr. Reid. What was once a childlike crush on the woman has now blossomed into full blown obsession. Every moment of every day is spent being with or thinking of Dr. Reid. She doesnāt do so intentionally, and she does know itās wrong, but she quite literally has nothing else to hold on to in the facility. In the beginning, she tried to distance herself from the psychologist, but she only managed to fall into a depression, her mood only lightening when Charlotte put an end to the embargo.
When she does manage to do the things she enjoys, she likes to spend such time just learning. Math, science, literature. Every topic seems to be her favorite. A shame sheāll never be able to have a normal life now, or go to a real school. Another of her hobbies is playing piano, sheās exceptional at it, and despite all her begging and pleading to Dr. Reid, there still has been no progress made on getting one into the facility.
Record
#54963 is one of the subjects who came to the facility on her own volition. She grew up in a sheltered, rich family in Manhattan, toted around as her familyās prized possession, their only child for many years. Guinevere was always a quiet child, but her parents didnāt love her any less for it. They were... fine parents, not entirely neglectful, but certainly not there how they should have been. She attended the best schools, following rules well, a good girl who always wore her uniform just so and excelled in every class. Despite her parentsā best efforts to get her to be nice, and behave to impress boys, she never found herself liking them, always gravitating towards other girls.
Guinevere was content to be friendless though, despite her parentās best efforts to have her socialize at parties. That was the problem, she knew full well how to socialize, she just didnāt like to. She got quieter and quieter as puberty came and her mother had a son, Atticus. Even at a young age he was already everything they hoped for and more, charismatic and charming, surely going to carry on the family name proudly. This only made her hide her true feelings even more, her attraction towards women only growing more and more unavoidable.
Their daughter continued to do well in school, though it wasnāt enough to impress her increasingly distant parents as she entered high school. As far as they were concerned, she didnāt need to keep pursuing her education. Her familyās beliefs were almost barbaric, thinking that women still existed only for childbearing, and that Guinevere had no reason to further her education despite all her protests, expressing her want to go to college.
At 17, a simple trip caused her to break her arm, and a simple surgery to set the bone again led to a fever when she was sent home. The sight of the incision hurt. It really hurt. It looked simply red and inflamed though, nothing unusual. Guinevere went to bed that night, and when she woke up, her entire upper arm was blistering and a deep, disgusting purple. She was rushed to the hospital again, her arm continuing to die as the skin blackened. She looked like death, and was close to it as she waited for treatment.
But instead of her doctor, a team of people in suits approached her, promising they could help her and give her even more, promising her everything she wanted. Too ill and too short on time, she silently agreed without question, surely what they said would be true, right? When her doctor returned, there was no trace of her in the room.
She was transported to Plumeria, where they put her under and began work, fixing her and even more. Their plan was to create biological armor, but of course it couldnāt go right. Diamond was the material to prove the most successful in their tests, and while introducing it into Guinevereās genetic code cured the necrosis, it left horrifying results. Instead of a controllable aspect, it was a living, constantly morphing pattern on her skin, seeming to have a mind of itās own. The failure lead to months of testing, keeping her isolated from the world entirely, cutting her open over and over, intentionally introducing bacteria into the body to see if the armor did itās job. She spent her 18th birthday strapped to a lab table with her chest cut open, only for the diamond to seal it back up again.
After three months of this torture, she was released into the upper floors, kept there despite her protests. They had lied to herā¦ She was left there, finding out her parents had been told she was taken to a more advanced hospital, but never once bothered to ask to see her. Guinevere locked herself away in her room for a week straight, her already quiet disposition turning entirely silent.
But there was one friendly face, the only person to show her any kindness during her hellish time in the facility. When she was assigned to Dr. Reid, she instantly latched onto the woman, desperate to be near her, relying on her entirely to the point of obsession. Over her 2 years in the facility itās grown to the point where she fights everyone but Charlotte, managing to fuss and throw tantrums even with her silence, the psychologist being the only one who can get her to relax or listen. Guinevereās family visits occasionally, though it takes nearly an hour of coaxing to get the antisocial girl to leave her room, let alone interact with others. She still has yet to come out to her family, though they have their suspicions from the way she refuses to separate from Dr. Reid.
Actions of Note within Facility: The only thing that may constitute as an action of note is her inaction
#54963 is one of the subjects who came to the facility on her own volition. She grew up in a sheltered, rich family in Manhattan, toted around as her familyās prized possession, their only child for many years. Guinevere was always a quiet child, but her parents didnāt love her any less for it. They were... fine parents, not entirely neglectful, but certainly not there how they should have been. She attended the best schools, following rules well, a good girl who always wore her uniform just so and excelled in every class. Despite her parentsā best efforts to get her to be nice, and behave to impress boys, she never found herself liking them, always gravitating towards other girls.
Guinevere was content to be friendless though, despite her parentās best efforts to have her socialize at parties. That was the problem, she knew full well how to socialize, she just didnāt like to. She got quieter and quieter as puberty came and her mother had a son, Atticus. Even at a young age he was already everything they hoped for and more, charismatic and charming, surely going to carry on the family name proudly. This only made her hide her true feelings even more, her attraction towards women only growing more and more unavoidable.
Their daughter continued to do well in school, though it wasnāt enough to impress her increasingly distant parents as she entered high school. As far as they were concerned, she didnāt need to keep pursuing her education. Her familyās beliefs were almost barbaric, thinking that women still existed only for childbearing, and that Guinevere had no reason to further her education despite all her protests, expressing her want to go to college.
At 17, a simple trip caused her to break her arm, and a simple surgery to set the bone again led to a fever when she was sent home. The sight of the incision hurt. It really hurt. It looked simply red and inflamed though, nothing unusual. Guinevere went to bed that night, and when she woke up, her entire upper arm was blistering and a deep, disgusting purple. She was rushed to the hospital again, her arm continuing to die as the skin blackened. She looked like death, and was close to it as she waited for treatment.
But instead of her doctor, a team of people in suits approached her, promising they could help her and give her even more, promising her everything she wanted. Too ill and too short on time, she silently agreed without question, surely what they said would be true, right? When her doctor returned, there was no trace of her in the room.
She was transported to Plumeria, where they put her under and began work, fixing her and even more. Their plan was to create biological armor, but of course it couldnāt go right. Diamond was the material to prove the most successful in their tests, and while introducing it into Guinevereās genetic code cured the necrosis, it left horrifying results. Instead of a controllable aspect, it was a living, constantly morphing pattern on her skin, seeming to have a mind of itās own. The failure lead to months of testing, keeping her isolated from the world entirely, cutting her open over and over, intentionally introducing bacteria into the body to see if the armor did itās job. She spent her 18th birthday strapped to a lab table with her chest cut open, only for the diamond to seal it back up again.
After three months of this torture, she was released into the upper floors, kept there despite her protests. They had lied to herā¦ She was left there, finding out her parents had been told she was taken to a more advanced hospital, but never once bothered to ask to see her. Guinevere locked herself away in her room for a week straight, her already quiet disposition turning entirely silent.
But there was one friendly face, the only person to show her any kindness during her hellish time in the facility. When she was assigned to Dr. Reid, she instantly latched onto the woman, desperate to be near her, relying on her entirely to the point of obsession. Over her 2 years in the facility itās grown to the point where she fights everyone but Charlotte, managing to fuss and throw tantrums even with her silence, the psychologist being the only one who can get her to relax or listen. Guinevereās family visits occasionally, though it takes nearly an hour of coaxing to get the antisocial girl to leave her room, let alone interact with others. She still has yet to come out to her family, though they have their suspicions from the way she refuses to separate from Dr. Reid.
Actions of Note within Facility: The only thing that may constitute as an action of note is her inaction
