"Because you're worth it."
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
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WORKSHOP INFORMATION
· Workshop Name: Fleshwarped Fashions
· Location: Undesignated Shadowport hidden in an asteroid.
· Specialty: Extreme body modification (both cosmetic and practical) through surgical and alchemical means.
· Tier: I
DESCRIPTION
Fleshwarped Fashions is a small business, consisting of only three employees. There’s Lethia Morow, founder and head ‘Artist,’ responsible for the majority of alterations both mundane and mystical. Her assistants are two warped, hunched humans, the results of Lethia’s first attempts at total physical transformation. Gibbering, insane and inelegant, the warped piles of flesh were originally going to be recycled (it would be a waste not to reuse their biomass, after all). But they proved both exceptionally loyal to their creator, and, at least to Lethia’s perverse mind, quite endearing. At Fleshwarped Fashions, the two unnamed abominations handle all menial labor – fetching Lethia’s tools, bringing her tea, the like. The workshop itself is a small and highly unsanitary building with no signage or other identifying features on the outside; inside, however, Fleshwarped Fashions resembles some strange mix of stomach cavity and operating room. Sticky, raw biomass lines the interior walls, floor and ceiling, dripping viscous, noxious fluid that serves as the paralytic with which pacifies her clients and “volunteers.” The medical equipment, down to the last scalpel, is rusted and primitive by galactic standards – those under the knife must rely on a combination of luck and Lethia’s skill with medical Force powers to avoid infection.
In most cases, Lethia charges nothing for her operations; the sheer act of altering flesh and creating something of grotesque beauty is payment enough for her. The only exceptions to this rule are when a given operation requires components gathered from a rare or dangerous source – grafting terantatek skin onto a Primeval Warrior, for example, would run a cost of about 2000 credits, both for the danger involved in harvesting the material and the effort that goes into finding it.
RATIONALE
Considering the depravity in which it partakes, the origin story of Fleshwarped Fashions is surprisingly banal. Lethia has a history of medical experience, a love of grotesquery, and a lack of morals so thorough as to make a Corellian Courtesan blush (or vomit, or shriek from unrelenting terror; the options are limitless!). What’s most important, however, is her utter friendliness. Lacking any true malice or hatefulness in its purpose, Fleshwarped Fashions is born from a sincere desire to share its founder’s vision of beauty with the Galaxy – most of the time willingly, but sometimes unwillingly. Lethia set up shop in a dingy little Shadowport, and eventually, the freaks and misfits of the Galaxy started trickling through her doors.
