<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/><br/><strong>"I'm not a-"</strong>Morgan looked down at herself and melted further into a blob of sadness and self-pity really quickly, two glowing eyes going from one woman to the other, helplessly. "I was a human, damn it! Why did this happen to me?! I didn't do anything to deserve this!" She continued to whine, looking to the beautiful woman that was trying to say some soothing words. Morgan reformed back into her humanoid form slowly, still sitting on the ground dejectedly, but at least no longer melting into a puddle. Progress?<strong>"I'm <em>human.</em> Or I was, before..."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I guess whatever that battle was is over, but..."</strong>Her glowing eyes wandered next to where she had woken up. A potion, and some dried field rations. But not her clothing. Almost instinctively, she tried to cover herself by hugging her gooey knees to her chest, which did little really, with her being see-through, if tinted minty green.<strong>"And where'd my dress go?! Seriously, this isn't funny. None of this is."</strong>