I-509: Jolly Roger

"Rumor has it that there once was a fearsome pirate, daughter of the ghost Davie Jay, who went missing one day and was never found. Her name is lost to the tides, but her mother searches the lands and seas calling out for her lost daughter. If you listen closely on stormy nights, you can sometimes hear the anguished howls of the grieving mother, desperate to be reuinited with her eldest child."

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Tapeworm doesn't really remember much of anything of his life. He knows he woke up one day in a small settlement, surrounded by draks worriedly tending to injuries he couldn't recall getting. He was frightened, and lost, and couldn't even remember his own name when the strangers asked him. He had no answer to give, and the first chance he got, he ran away. These strangers had been kind sure, but their faces.... they didn't look right. They looked like inanimate objects, all interchangeable with one another. Like they were all a hivemind, but they hadn't been. Still, it shook him to his core, and he needed to escape.

Months of traveling however planted a seed of horror in his stomach; Everywhere he went, everyone he met... they all had those strange, uncanny faces that looked the same. It made his unease blossom into an all consuming nausea, and he couldn't bear to be around others. With this overwhelming sense of dread, he fled once more, trying to get away from everyone so he wouldn't have to see those wretched faces.

( WIP;  Gotta add that he finds the abandoned hospital, that he learns his own face is a mask and how he decides to shapeshift a human face foor himself, how he isolates because now HE scares OTHERS, how he reads medical books and settles on the name Tapeworm because he feels like a parasite that stole the body of the original drak he was, the amnesia and those flashes to his old life, the inherent trans-ness and trauma and identity confusion - not quite dysphoria not quite euphoria but some mixed up concoction of the two, and then finally how he came to the conclusion he must have truly died but those initial strangers somehow brought him back only to be a soulless corpse wandering the world of the living when he shouldn't be. )