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Guinevere Woods

A girl who signed up willingly, an attempt at creating organic armor

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a character in “Plumeria Research Facility”, as played by Inuiri




ID Number: #54963
Informal Name: Guinevere Woods
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Lesbian
Floor: 10


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 “condition” 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 isn’t diamond, it’s a smooth, flawless, light olive. She stands at 5”7’, 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 weren’t for how striking her sharp gaze is, always seeming like she knows more than she’s 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 it’s 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). She’s brilliant, had she gone to college she could have gotten into an Ivy League college on brains alone, her family’s money only being an adding factor.

Notable Disadvantages: Her social skills are so lacking, they’re 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 it’s 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 weren’t 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 Guinevere’s 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 it’s not so.
Guinevere’s 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 Guinevere’s life. The armored girl would be unable to function at all if it weren’t 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 doesn’t do so intentionally, and she does know it’s 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 she’ll never be able to have a normal life now, or go to a real school. Another of her hobbies is playing piano, she’s 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.

#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 family’s prized possession, their only child for many years. Guinevere was always a quiet child, but her parents didn’t 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 parents’ 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 parent’s best efforts to have her socialize at parties. That was the problem, she knew full well how to socialize, she just didn’t 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 wasn’t enough to impress her increasingly distant parents as she entered high school. As far as they were concerned, she didn’t need to keep pursuing her education. Her family’s 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 couldn’t go right. Diamond was the material to prove the most successful in their tests, and while introducing it into Guinevere’s 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 it’s 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 it’s 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 her… 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 it’s 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. Guinevere’s 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

So begins...

Guinevere Woods's Story

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#, as written by Inuiri
A collab between Demai and Inuiri


Lottie’s morning had started out normally. She’d awoken to her brother banging on her door, having made some brand new breakthrough that required her presence Right Then. After gently pushing him from her room, she dressed, showered, pointed out a couple flaws in his code, received an affectionate whack on the back, and then went to visit her Guinevere. She had the key to her room, but she was reluctant to simply barge in for a multitude of reasons. She didn’t want to wake her, for one, and she didn’t want to cause too much suspicion, for another. Slipping in and out whenever she wanted... Well. Their relationship was already dangerous. She had to protect the woman she loved, in any way she could.

Of course, though, because she was stupidly in love, she couldn’t be away from her. She knocked on Guinevere’s door with a gentle hand.

The young woman stirred from within, lavender eyes blinking open as she whined a bit. Too early. But she knew that knock. Slowly, she forced herself up, diamond flowing over her palm as she scrubbed her eyes and slipped out of bed, too-big shirt hanging off one shoulder as she shuffled over in silence and opened the door. Guinevere’s eyes said everything her vocal chords wouldn’t, gazing at the redhead before her in awe as she blinked slowly at her. Stepping back, she pulled the door open more and let her in. She shut it behind her and moved to the bed again to sit on the edge, looking at the floor as she let her legs dangle.

Lottie’s cheeks had flushed at how Guinevere looked at her, and she couldn't help but smile. For a moment, she let herself be what felt like daring, gazing back at her as if she were the sun and the stars and everything else in between. Then, she stepped in, thanking her softly. She wasted little time in joining her beloved, standing before her and wrapping her arms around her, gathering her near. “I didn't mean to wake you.” She said softly, pressing her lips to her hair.

She gasped a tiny bit, hugging her tight and nuzzling into her chest like she could hide away, giving a little shake of her head in reply. She wouldn't have wanted to wake up any other way. The brunette lifted her head, blinking slowly at her like a cat to show her love, leaning up to press their lips together.

Lottie felt a rush of warm affection fill her chest, leaking down to her fingertips and toes. She'd never thought that she could love someone like this, and yet, there she was. She let her hide away against her, gently tracing her fingers down her spine. Then, she smiled, and kissed her back. “I love you too.” She whispered. “How did you sleep?”

Guinevere smiled softly at her words, nuzzling her shoulder and nodding to supply a “good” as she laced their fingers together, watching the diamond morph across her skin. She shifted, moving aside and patting the bed, tugging her the tiniest bit. The psychologist squeezed her hand gently, raising it to her lips to kiss each of her fingertips, smiling against her. Goodness, she probably looked like a giant dork, unable to keep from smiling around her. She felt like a blushing schoolgirl. Lottie went when she was tugged, settling beside the love of her life and tugging her gently in reply, hoping to have her put her head in her lap.

The younger woman gave a little giggle in reply, covering her face with her other hand as her cheeks burned red. She went happily, laying back down and curling up in the fetal position with her head on her thigh. Guinevere could lay here forever really.. Just watching Lottie, never saying anything. Lottie shifted gently, so that she could get more comfortable. Gently, she started to braid a few of her beloved’s long locks, pressing a kiss to the strands that wrapped around her fingers. She could probably spend the rest of her life kissing this woman, she reflected. "I shouldn't have too much to do today.”

Guinevere’s eyes lit up at her actions, nodding in reply and shifting, hugging her waist and nuzzling her abdomen. “Ok.” She breathed, her voice a tiny, hoarse little thing, hardly audible even in the dead air of her room.

Lottie felt that warmth fill her chest once more at the sound of her beloved’s voice, and she leaned down, kissing her forehead and then her lips gently. Not quite a reward, but a thank you. “I’m all yours.” She teased gently, pressing her near. She let her hands slip into her hair, gently massaging her scalp.

She gasped and tensed up for a mere moment only to melt instantly, draping herself across her lap entirely as she fell limp. It was so rare to see such a visceral reaction from the woman, still so used to keeping up appearances from her family. She knew why she was doing this though. “They’re coming soon..” She mumbled breathlessly. Her family was visiting in a few days.

Lottie chuckled at her reaction, kissing her shoulder and then keeping up her ministrations, reluctant to pull away at any point in the near future. She loved these reactions, whenever she could catch them. She didn’t want to miss a single one. And then that... frustrating reminder came. Ah, yes. Lottie’s least favorite people on the entire planet. Which, really, was saying something. “They won’t stay long, amore.” She murmured. She wouldn’t let them, honestly. As Guinevere’s psychologist, she had quite a lot of sway, and it was terribly convenient for both of them. Still, Guinevere's smile faded and she simply gave a silent nod in reply, tracing a little pattern on the sheets with her dainty, well manicured fingernail. But they would still be here...

Lottie shifted a little, finding her hand and then kissing it before tugging her beloved into her arms, laying down so that she could wrap the taller woman up better. She pressed a kiss to the part in her hair. “It’s because it’s Father's’ Day.” She murmured. “I’m so sorry, Gwen.” That earned a tiny huff of air resembling a scoff. Some father. He left raising her to her mother, hardly acknowledging her. And then she’d have to deal with her brother on top of it all. The fucking brat. She didn’t even realize how much she had tensed up until Lottie took her hands, gripping tight to the sheets, and smoothed her fingers out.

Lottie cooed her nickname once more, soft and gentle, hoping to soothe her somewhat. “I can try to reschedule.” She offered softly. Guinevere shook her head firmly, glaring at the floor as she laced their fingers together gently. The faster this happened, the more of a gap there was between the next visit.

The redhead hesitated for a bare moment, and then nodded briefly. She considered making a mother-in-law joke briefly, and decided that her brother was wearing off on her. She squeezed her hand gently. “We’ll be okay. And you won’t be alone.”

A sigh escaped her Guinevere's lips as she nodded and let herself fall limp again, chest to chest with her head pillowed on her love's shoulder, chest rising and falling slowly.

Lottie moved to accommodate her Gwen, resting her head on hers and exhaling slowly. She kissed her hair, and then just kept her near. “I love you.” She murmured. “Are you hungry?”

“Love you too..” The taller woman cooed quietly, kissing her cheek and smiling against her, every action soft and sweet as she let her eyes flutter shut with a nod.

As many treats as Lottie snuck to Des and Meadow and Cas, her beloved got the most of them all. She deserved the whole world and everything in it. “We don’t have to go down to the cafe if you don’t want to.” She promised gently, pressing a gentle kiss to her jaw. “I’ll be right back.”

She gave a short hum of thought in reply, tensing at her next words but loosening her hold on her regardless. Guinevere shifted, getting off her lap and sitting beside her, staring at her hands in her lap.

Lottie reached out, finding her hands, pressing kisses to the backs of both of her hands. “Could kiss you forever.” She murmured, aware of how cheesy that sounded and so teasing gently. “Would you like to come?”

Her cheeks lit up, though it quickly disappeared as diamond chose to reveal the muscles beneath instead. The brunette nodded a bit hurriedly and stood, kissing her gently and clutching her close, loathe to be apart for even a moment.

Lottie’s expression brightened a little. She hated to be apart from her Gwen as well, and she leaned up on her tiptoes, gently kissing the diamond that swam lazily over her cheek. She wrapped her arms around her, giving her a big, real hug. Guinevere smiled faintly at her touch, following her out and squeezing her hand as they walked, unable to tear her eyes off her for even a moment. Every time she was away, all she did was think of her, aching to be near her again.

Lottie paused before they exited entirely, tipping her head back to kiss her softly. “I love you.” She told her softly, just wanting to remind her, promise her that there was no one else in the world that she loved as much as Guinevere. Then, she opened the door, leading her towards the elevator.