Subject Name: Maji Nyeusi

Race: Sapishte
Age: 28
Gender: Female


Height: 1.7 meters, or 5.6 ft.
Weight: 64 kg, or 141.1 lbs.
Hair is stained blue/black, eyes silver with a faint trace of their original lavender color.
Body type varies with physical activity. Subject exhibits greater-than-expected control of epidermal mucus, storing it on any part of the body.

ADVISORY: Outside of containment, subject is observed to freely re-arrange genetic structure and body mass into nearly any form, including any inanimate objects readily available to attempt to camouflage itself. (Note: dummy objects retain the subject's epidermal mucus, and will therefore reveal itself as a mimic when touched.) Because of this ability, subject has been deprived of all belongings, including clothing. Subject has been observed to maintain adequate modesty without clothing using epidermal mucus. Any complaints from the subject contrary to these observations are to be dismissed.


Enhancement: Self-Sustained Gene Editing Nanobots (SS-GEN)

Violation of (NAME OF CLIENT ORGANIZATION REDACTED) containment and handling protocol at (SITE REDACTED), (TIME AND DATE REDACTED) has caused subject's aqueous body to become polluted with ferrofluid solution (PATENT NUMBER REDACTED), containing experimental nanomachine colony SS-GEN. Originally designed for genetic engineering and repair, SS-GEN has enhanced subject's own shapeshifting abilities, granting nearly complete control over genetic structure and body composition. Subject's body is more mutable than a Sapishte, yet also more resilient to external attempts to force shapeshifting against the will of the host. Subject's containment unit located at (CELL NUMBER REDACTED) has been equipped with (DEVICE REDACTED), restricting SS-GEN operations. Subject exhibits expected Sapishte shapeshifting behavior even within containment. Obfuscation of the Sapishte's emotions has not been observed; subject is cooperative and unlikely to attempt escape of containment. However, subject is a valuable asset that client's rivals may attempt to seize, should its presence aboard the Alcatraz be made known. Subject should be monitored regularly by assigned personnel only and handled with care as prescribed.

GHS02: Extreme heat may cause unexpected or undesired operation of SS-GEN, or permanent damage to the subject.
GHS07: Subject's epidermal mucus is contaminated with ferrofluid. Avoid contact with skin and eyes, or aspiration into the lungs.
GHS08: Personnel incur no mutagenic hazard from subject. However, subject may suffer mutagenic hazard from personnel DNA contamination.


Unique Abilities

Flawless Mimesis ~ You Are What You Eat!

Subject can mimic not only the expected humanoid races, but most other living creatures; this ability is acquired by consuming the flesh, blood, or other traces containing genetic material of the creature in question. Subject can shapeshift specific parts of the body to acquire and use multiple genetic traits simultaneously, acquire traits from predators exceeding the subject's own body mass, transform various appendages in defiance of body symmetry, or retain the ability of human speech in nonhumanoid form. Subject can also consume an inanimate object, memorize the shape of the object, and transform the body into that shape, potentially camouflaging the subject. Attempts to make use of the subject while in the form of a simple tool (e.g. screwdriver) were partially successful, though the subject complained of moderate-to-severe pain afterwards. Any attempts to replicate more complex objects with moving parts (e.g. firearms) have failed.

ADVISORY: Observed successful mimicry of fauna over a period of two weeks included the following specimens: Ocelot, octopus, mantis, raven, wolf, snake, crocodile, tree frog, hornets, lobster, electric eel, sea turtle, jellyfish, and cuttlefish. Subject's body seems to store up to 7 genetic codes at once, including the expected Sapishte humanoid form. Mental capacity has been pushed to its limit, resulting in subject being able to "remember" 4 genetic adaptations at once. When attempting to mimic a fifth trait, another adaptation must be deleted, or the subject will lose consciousness. Assimilating a new genetic code from raw materials (meals) seems to result in the oldest genetic code (excluding the original Sapishte) being deleted.


Remote Puppetry of Replicant ~ Life of the Party!

Subject has been observed to divide body mass into multiple units. Doing so appears to divide both cognitive resources and physical strength between the units—until, at the size of insects, they act as a true hive mind. Most useful applications appear to be productivity and an escape tactic. All replicants have been observed to be identical in size and species, and mixing genetic traits from multiple species while in this mode of SS-GEN operation has not been observed. However, though no visual distinction between the units has been observed, the presence of a "Master" consciousness as a leader of the group, as well as accompanying "slave" consciousnesses has been established. Any injury sustained by a slave unit, up to and including death, will cause an injury to manifest itself within the subject once all units have been reclaimed into the main body. It is presumed that death of the unit playing host to the "Master" consciousness will induce coma or death of the subject. An experiment to prove this presumption has not been scheduled at this time.

This concludes the report on Subject: Maji Nyeusi.

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Personality: A carefree and spunky girl whose intuition of others doesn't match her sheltered background. Makes seemingly no effort to hide how she feels, going so far as to shapeshift to exaggerate her emotions, even if they make no sense to anyone but her—just to express her weird self. Will do just about anything for a laugh or at least a smile. Will stick her nose where it doesn't belong, but genuinely wants the best for everyone—including herself, unapologetically. She is kind, but not soft, and can become quite stubborn if anyone were to try to take advantage of her or those she designates as friends (whether they agreed to her friendship or not). Loves food and will try almost anything at least once, especially after the accident. Gets defensive when questioned too much, especially about her race, and about those "lying mutants," which, she will remind you, are extremely rare, compared to the number of liars among the other races.

Bio:

Is it possible to choose how to feel about a bad situation? Or is laughter a liar's mask, worn to cover up sadness?

This question plagued Maji's childhood. Born in the backwaters of a backwater planet seemingly only suitable for insects, for 20 agonizingly long Glonelian years Maji was an ordinary girl living an ordinary, boring life in her isolated little swamp island tribe, far away from the bustling tourist centers of the mainland. The elders of her tribe never did approve of any move to assimilate into intergalactic society, for fear that mingling with other races, especially those "morally bankrupt" humans and "freakishly terrifying" Arraxi, would be the destruction of Sapishti culture, and the subjugation of its people. Off-world technology was despised, and attunement to nature was prized highly. Occasionally, Maji's outspoken personality and lack of attunement would earn her some snarky and derisive comments from her peers—something about how her "high-and-mighty attitude" didn't match her rank—and when she refused to be upset by them, some chose to see her as a freak, while others merely thought of her as an airhead. In the end, when Maji chose to leave her tribe and join the intergalactic community on the mainland, no one was really surprised, and nobody really cared.

This new, busy town atmosphere was refreshing. Technology was amazing, and even though the humans seemed to lack the higher prosocial behavior known as "personal space," Maji considered their culture's presence on Glonelia valuable as well. They also, unlike her tribes-people, never asked her stupid questions about whether or not she was "really Maji," why she left home, or what kind of job she wanted—but if one had asked her, she would have told them that she wanted to help all of the sick humans, who were catching all of the exotic Glonelian maladies. As she studied to become a medical technician, nobody asked her where she got the money to pay for school—though if one had asked her, she would have told stories of the long dives at sea, looking for beautiful sea shells and pearls to make jewelry for tourists. It wasn't as if she didn't know why they didn't ask—of course, everybody just assumed—but while it was a bit of a culture shock at first, she eventually found their low expectations freeing. If what was assumed for a non-attuned Sapishte from the sticks was acceptable, then she couldn't possibly disappoint anyone even if she aimed higher and failed. She was enjoying this newfound freedom—freedom from constantly having her entire life being questioned, scrutinized and criticized—but that freedom was to abruptly come to an end, after the accident in the lab. Now, her life is nothing but being observed and analyzed. She'd wanted to spend her life doing that to other life forms, not having other life forms do that to her.

On the Alcatraz, there is a separate prison block with uniquely equipped cells for prisoners with unique abilities. None of the other prisoners have seen much of her, and most of the staff don't even know who she is, although her cell gets frequent visits from the same two or three labcoats. Unlike the other prisoners, she has no weapons, or even any possessions, and on the few occasions she was seen outside her cell, she was cooperative. Is she an experiment of some kind? Is she useful? Will she even help the other prisoners? Time for another game of twenty questions...

Race: Saphiste

Name: Yvene

Age: 32

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Appearance: Pale pink skin covered in the trademark sentient goo that allows Yvene to change appearances at will. Typically Yvene takes a conventionally feminine form, which is useful for her line of work. They prefer to stay with female attachments but have no problem changing to look like a male or androgynous when needed. She tries to keep a more doll-like face and ample assets attached to her body to appeal to some of her clients. She stands at 5’5 and appears unassuming and weak.

Attunement; Fire and Life Magics

-Unique Abilities-

Burning Kiss- Yvenes signature move that she used to paint a message at her crime scenes. Yvene would push her victims against a flat surface, bed or wall, anything really would suffice. Something to keep them pinned down at least. Yvene would move in for a kiss, grabbing whomever they have pinned by the throat to hold them steady. By kissing them she was able to directly pour her mana into their body and reach in to manipulate their cell composition. Within seconds she was able to manipulate and multiply fat cells throughout the body. By stuffing the victim full of ready to use fuel she was able to set them on fire instantly, causing severe trauma all under the epidermis. Victims would struggle for seconds during the first phase but the intensive damages caused by ignition would kill them instantly.

Epidermal Mutilation- Life magics was a toy to be used only to hurt the people who have hurt Yvene or those they did not like. To mark her targets she would resort to extreme mutilation. By touching her target she could easily manipulate the dermis cells by whipped them into a frenzy. By rapidly damaging the lower dermis cells in specific parts of the body, it would trigger a response for collagen to flood the area. Yvene would flood more collagen cells and fibers into the area, causing rapid formation hypertrophic scars to form. These fibers would push their way up, causing keloid raised scars in a seemingly scattered and disorganized mess. The ordeal was incredibly painful to whoever it was happening too but it was over in a matter of minutes. Afterwards the victim would be left severely disfigured and permanently mutilated. The drain on the user was dependent on how much of the dermis was left disfigured.

Personality: Yvene is a difficult person to pinpoint. Unbeknownst to many, they were born with the ability to mask their emotions, a less than desirable trait in Saphiste. More than that they found it difficult to emote genuinely in general when not experiencing extreme emotions. People liked to know exactly how the Saphiste felt and looked; it made the species more “trustworthy”. No one wanted one that could hide all that.

Outwardly Yvene is proper and polite, seemingly happy going and easy to please. She picked up this personality from the other women she watched and noticed that seemed to be the most receptive emotions. They like to mimic those they interact with, blending in to whatever seems to work the best for the situation. This allows them to silvertongue their way out of most situations, or into situations given the circumstances.

They tend to fuss about their appearances, wanting to look the best of the best. Anything below perfection is unacceptable to Yvene and this can cause some massive meltdowns if things aren’t as they should be. They think of every way a situation can go and plan it to a T. Anything different and their brain seems to stutter for a bit, unsure of what to do.

If you can break through Yvenes' carefully cultivated image and fluster them enough they typically lash out in anger, and are incredibly blunt and harsh. They have a cold and deadpan face when not actively emoting a more acceptable persona.

Bio:

“I liked you better when you shut up ."

Yvene was an exceptionally odd baby, being born with the ability to hide her emotions. Her mother was terrified for her child, knowing full well that they would be Exiled from their home world of Glonelia. Not only was the child to be exiled but the mother as well, typically being recognized as “Faulty” and “Unable to make proper offspring”. They were terrified of anyone different from them in their own species.

Her mother fled their home world on one of the few ships that went out for trade and supplies to the other systems. This particular ship was making its way to Earth. They snuck out undetected and this began a life of begging and odd jobs. The city Yvene grew up in was giant, home to all sorts of vagrants and big shots. Most of the time she ran around the streets, digging through trash to find out what dinner would be for that night. They liked to piece together toys from the various bits of garbage they found. Their mom worked quick money jobs for a while to be able to allow them to hop from scuzzy motel to scuzzy motel. It was never enough to stay in one place for too long and they often spent the night out in the streets.

Once Yvene was about 14 her mothers health was quickly declining. The jobs that she took were rough and the “clients'' she met with were abusive to say the least. One day a popular low level politician in the area stopped by to hire their mom. Over the next two years they became a frequent visitor, though Yvenes mother seemed worse and worse. Their mother would tell them that this man would save them, that he was saving to get the medicine that she needed to be okay. Sweet promises of love and that he just needed more time to escape his current position in the media. Until one day Yvene returned home from scavenging to her mother laying on the ground while the man kicked and screamed at her. She clung to his leg, begging. He announced that she was delusional and could just die for all he cared and left. Yvene went running to her mother, tears forming in her eyes. Badly beaten, her mother was not going to make it. This was her final goodbye. She told Yvene how much she adored and loved her and where she kept the last of the money they had saved.

Her mothers body was removed and the motel owner gave them a room free of charge for a couple of days out of pity. She spent those days crying, furious with the world. Those men were disgusting and they ultimately ended her mothers life.

Misguided intentions and furious emotions lead to a vengeance quest that eventually landed her on the Alcatraz. Yvene would target high value politicians and celebrities, always working her way into their inner circle. They never knew her real name, and her ability to change her appearance made it easy to evade the law. She was an exceptional liar, telling whomever whatever the needed to hear to her what she wanted.

She would bed whoever her target was or at least elude them into thinking they would be going to bed. She would lure their victims into a false sense of comfort and security as they played the part of a pricey escort; using the name of high end escort companies out there to mask themselves. Once they had them secluded and alone they would horribly disfigure their victim. That or set their body ablaze internally, a favorite little trick of hers. As soon as she did, she slipped into the night not to be seen again. She had a rotation of high end bars and clubs they would frequent, changing their appearance each time. Man, woman, no one was safe. If Yvene heard any rumors of corruption or whispers of abuse, she was bound to find them. She played judge, jury and executioner with a twisted sense of judgment.

This went on for nearly a decade. The police had warrants out for her arrest but no one could ever pinpoint her exact location and what she was up to. They had tried to catch her using fake leads but to no avail. It was worrisome in high society about this mysterious killer running around either running peoples prides and reputations or just straight murdering them. Of course you would think that this vigilante justice would provide some semblance of order but alas no. The capital was too big and Yvene could only work so hard.

Eventually she was caught. She relied on the help of a select few to help house her and keep up with intel on the streets. Justice isn’t just a one woman job. However one day she entered the wrong bar at the wrong time. Recent intel told her that a speakeasy at the corner on 1st and Coffers St was supposed to have a special guest that night; a judge who was known for sending away whoever the plaintiff said. No fair trials, nothing, the judicial system was a joke to this man. The highest bidder could do whatever and have him put away whoever. Allen Damieriz, the man she was supposed to seducing and disfiguring. After picking the man out from the crowd and taking him out to the back alley she paused. Something felt wrong, so very wrong. She turned to sprint, hastily mumbling her goodbyes before she was cut off. Something was quickly injected into her arm and her body tackled to the ground. Screaming and cursing she almost immediately passed out. When she woke up she was bound completely so we would not be able to touch anyone. Screaming behind her gags she watched as some men entered the room.

That was it. Someone in her network ratted her ass out, gave her false information. Either way it was over. Everything that she had built for years, spent her entire young adult life sacrificing and plotting was gone. She was captured by some mercenaries for hire looking for the reward on her head. She should have known, the reward was recently increased and the depictions of her got more and more accurate every year. It was bound to happen. Sighing in defeat she slumped back. She was put away with no hesitation. After spending a while in a high security prison she was deemed fit for the Alcatraz when it was built and ready. Someone like her was to never see the light of day again for going after some of the most “important people”. She would never apologize for what she had done. She knew she had done right by herself and others.

On the ship Yvene kept to herself, not really wanting to speak with the others. The anger she felt still felt like a boiling roar at this point. If one of her own betrayed her then whos to say anyone couldn’t? But rumors were spreading aboard and weird happenings were unfolding around them. What was supposed to be a mindless rest of their existence was quickly turning into annoying buzzing of inmates spreading rumors. She had to ask someone she supposed, this did after all affect her directly. There are only so many places to go aboard this godforsaken ship.