Mandy

STATS
Name: Mandy
Age: 25 (28 at Candidacy)
Gender: Female
Description: Mandy is a young woman with long auburn hair. She's average in size and build but she's always stood out because of her face. Burned by boiling water when she was a child it was marred with red patches, scars and rough skin. What remained of her face was a thin straight nose, naturally red lips and two blazing green eyes. It is not hard to see that she would have grown up beautiful without the burns.  Mandy has had enough of the restraints the burns have put on her life and has come to the clinic to get extensive facial work done and to start over.
Character: Mandy is quite bitter. Though her life started out on the upside of luck, sometime someone took offensive and decided to play a cruel joke on her. The incident with the hot water that burned her was a trauma that was easily recognized, the stares and teasing that came because of it was a trauma on it's own. it was far harder to prove and thus Mandy had to live bearing all kinds of nicknames and insults. She hopes the facial reconstruction will make her look more human so she can finally start living her life.
Hobbies: Writing angry poetry about the world and what's wrong with it.

Mandy impressed at Refugium's Myrmex 001 Clutch. 

HATCHING
Across the Refugium candidate beepers lit up to announce the clutches' readiness. Halls and elevators cleared to allow easy access to the subterranean biome as the candidates flooded in - a much larger group that the Refugium had ever seen before, but after all, there were a great many eggs. Many of which appeared to be sporting... knitted caps? A great deal many of them, which meant someone here had been rather busy. Even now Gleam's drones were adjusting the hats on a few eggs, tugging them snugly over their slimy carapaces.
Her warrior paced the length of the cavern, overseeing the placement of foodstuffs in various piles within easy reach of the hatchlings. Gleam had been insistent that the grubblings would be ravenous and if they weren't given enough to fill their bellies, they'd turn their attention on anything else that might fit in their mouths. Best to have well stocked larders. The cave stank of it, piles o fruit and grain, vegetables that seemed a little off, meat piled high, and buckets of fat feeder worms Gleam said would be particularly favored. A few of Janos City's restaurants had donated frozen stuffs to help sate the oncoming hoard of hatchlings.
Kutoth and Dr. Krum made their way to the far end of the clutching cavern, nearest the queen who watched them both with gleaming, black eyes.
:: There will be many queens. ::
"You can tell what they are inside the eggs?" asked Dr. Krum.
:: No. We need queens so there will be queens. :: She turned away from them, antennae-ears flicking upward. :: They are coming. ::
The collective milling of the candidates dimmed to silence as a wet ripping sound announced the first hatching. And then, chaos began.

Mandy stood in the midst of the crowd with a sensual smirk gracing her lips, hips cocked. This was a weird place, filled with some very odd creatures, not least of which were the myrmex themselves, but she wanted to fit in as best as she could.
A blue-black grubbling approached her with a serious expression. :: I'm Bitter, and anyone who hurts you will pay. ::
"Excellent," said Mandy, crouching down to stroke her new bond.

GROWING
Mandy cackled as Bitter gave the evil eye to the girl who'd just cut her corner. Though she hadn't imagined it, caring for this little stomach on legs was quite entertaining. Having someone agree with you wholeheartedly did wonders for her self-esteem in this new world. Sure she was new and she didn't have a clue what was going on, but she mattered. She mattered to Bitter because she cared for it and she mattered to the refugium because she had bonded one of the myrmex. The three of them still lived in the assigned housings but Mandy imagined that once the myrmex where fully grown she'd move out to a place on her own and maybe find work? What did a person do on a spaceship to earn a living?
"Want to eat?" she asked Bitter.
:: Yes :: the predictable reply came.
"I think you don't need to grow much now." Mandy added.
:: I want to be big :: Bitter insisted.

ADULT
Bitter submerged from it's pupa ready to rumble. It's body a dark midnight chitinous shield and his spikes and wings a muted grey. The look in its eyes had only intensified during the time in its egg and seemed to be able to stop people in it's tracks. But the true danger it had developped was a withering touch. No-one would thouch it's bond.
"Now that's bound to be useful in some line of work." Mandy pondered, "Maybe I can become an assassin."
"Please don't!" Dorothy exclaimed.
"Waste disposal than maybe?" Gilles suggested.
"Sure." Mandy said disgustedly, "I'll think about it."

Name: Bitter
Caste: Warrior
Color: Decay
Hatchling Height: 1'5" at shoulder
Adult Height: 9' at shoulder
Personality: Determined to help Mandy achieve her dreams, Bitter greets disaster with aggression and a no-nonsense attitude. Its deeply protective, almost possessive, of its bond and will lash out at anyone that so much as looks at her wrong.
Abilities: Telepathy, Teleportation, Withering Touch, Putrefy