Felicity Rose | The Enigma Slime

|| Felicity Rose ||

Female | Seventeen | Somebody

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> Physical Appearance
Felicity stands at about 5’9, and varies in weight depending on how much liquids her slimy body consumes, though it’s typically around around 135lbs. She has long, aqua-green eyes and hair that’s straight and, well... slimy. In fact, her whole body is composed of a similar colored slime. Her body is pretty developed, with curves and the whole nine yards.

When she takes on her ‘human form’, as she and her family calls it, Felicity appears to have fair skin and a toned body. Always, always, always, there is a smile on the young woman’s lips.

> Outfit Description
Uhm… Slime…? Wait, there’s a ribbon in her hair! It was a gift from Morgan. It’s not completely necessary, but it’s something. Right?

Just kidding. When in her humanoid form, Felicity wears clothes the same as any normal person, preferring the more modest clothing that covers all her human-looking bits.

Felicity plays off the fact that she is an enigma, and keeps to herself quite often despite the fact that she is often present. Silently watching from the background, she tends to be a “don’t speak unless spoken to” kind of gal. She’s a fount of information, should someone ask the right question. It’s difficult for one to tell what’s what with her, though, as the calm, collected smile she always wears throws people off.

No one knows how she was, but Felicity was born alongside her four other siblings. The blob of slime was born to a werewolf, and a neko, with sisters and a brother of the same kind. They and their parents just couldn’t figure out how she came to be. And neither did she. Nor did she care to find out.

Felicity lived a rather happy childhood, raised in an energetic, lively household. She was one of the few calm bodies in a family of seven. Being as such, she was able to learn, adapt, and adjust to any situation with the utmost calm and pleasantness.

Even when her sisters played with her slime, even when she was asked uncomfortable questions, even when she was pinned as ‘different’, she was always smiling. Why? Because it threw them off. No one could tell what she was thinking if she was always wearing the same expression. So no one could tell who she was imagining with a knife in their back.

Her potential was recognized by the Darkson’s, specifically a young queen in the making named Morgan. With Felicity’s father having been in the employ of Morgan’s mother, it was often that the two girls would meet and converse. What became of those conversations, has yet to be discerned.