<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/QfWIkut.png)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Morgan Typhoon<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Slime Girl / Slimeling<br/><strong>HP:</strong>26/26<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Strength:</strong> 15     <strong>Constitution:</strong> 16   <strong>Dexterity:</strong> 9<br/><strong>Intelligence:</strong> 8 <strong>Wisdom:</strong> 13        <strong>Charisma:</strong> 12</div></div><hr/><strong><br/>"First of all, my name is Morgan Typhoon!"</strong>Letting go of the dragon girl in a huff, she turned back to the cook, giving her a glowing-eyed glare that wouldn't have frightened an athritic squirrel, but which the slime was absolutely certain to be terrifying and rough. The fact that she had never hurt a fly in her life and only knew how to use a quarterstaff because of her druidic training was certainly not helping right about now.<strong>"Second, just because the world got royally screwed over by the gods going to war, that doesn't mean our previous acts suddenly... cease existing! These guys might be murderers, or rapists, or any other sort of evil that lurks in the hearts of men. We couldn't trust them to fetch water or firewood without constantly watching our backs."</strong><br/><br/>The thought alone caused the slimegirl to hug her arms to herself and shudder.<strong>"And third, even if some highwayman was the last male in the world, I wouldn't jump his bones for some ideas of <em>regrowth</em> or however you want to put it! I've got respect for myself!... Even if I'm a bit translucent and malleable now."</strong>Glumly, she glanced at her own body again.<strong>"Call me a prude if you want, but I've got <em>standards.</em>"</strong>Only then did she glance back sheepishly at the dragonnewt.<strong>"Uh, sorry for exploding at her right next to you."</strong>