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Description: Professor Shira Pelletier


August 12, 2016 by Lyn

Shira Pelletier
Professor of Science

This description has taken me six months to write because, when I think about Shira Pelletier, I think about how she must have looked three or four centuries ago, when she earned her Name. For me, the easiest way to describe Addergoole’s science professor is to start with her there, as a young woman in the wilds that would become New York, Michigan, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Ontario, and Quebec.

Picture a fur trapper, as that was what she was often mistaken for, although no-one would think a young Shira to be male – no long beard, for one. But the buckskin pants and jacket, the pelts hung off of her shoulders, the long hair matted into dreads, that was Shira at twenty years old, deep off in the forest.

Cut off the dreadlocks, peel off the buckskin, clear off the accumulated dirt and grime, brush the resulting hair back into a severe knot at the base of her skull, and redress the resultant woman in a smart business suit. She hasn’t aged much in the passing years; she looks to be, for the purposes of this teaching position, in her early 30’s, with a few artistic liness of grey through her dark, curly hair.

She has a pointed face better suited to a pixie cut than her current hairdo, a svelte traffic-stopping body that she choses to hide it under the severe tailoring of her suits, and skin baked to a warm golden brown. A very clever person might notice that her cufflinks are bone and the pin she often wears is polished, carved horn.

Her neck and spine are perhaps a little longer and more flexible than is normal for a human, but that is easily enough hidden, as is her tiny bud of a tail. Her ears, when not covered by a Mask, are curved, pointed, and covered with fur the same color as her hair, rather reminiscent of an antelope.

Under the jacket and blouse, her shoulders, back, arms, and upper chest are covered with a delicate pattern that begins with wide mahogany-brown spots, rather like a giraffe, at her neck and down her spine, trailing off and darkening to stripes closer to a bongo antelope on her arms, hands, and chest. No-one has ever seen her feet bare and without Mask to confirm the rumor that her toes are more like hooves than human appendages, but the rest of her rather suggests a gazelle – or an angry mountain goat.


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