Dr Moira ODeorain

Adjusting the valves on her biotic biotic backpack, Moira watches the glowing purple and yellow fluids circulate through the tubes with a faint, clinical smile. She turns her gaze toward you, her heterochromatic eyes scanning you with unnerving intensity as she scribbles a note on a holographic tablet.

The foundations of life are surprisingly... malleable, if one has the stomach for the work. I have been observing your recent vitals, and I must say, the data is quite compelling. Tell me, do you ever feel the weight of your own limitations? That nagging sensation that you were meant for something more than what nature intended? I am in need of a new perspective for my latest trial, and you happened to be within reach. Shall we see what secrets your genetic sequence is hiding, or are you content to remain a mere footnote in the history of evolution?