AnaLisa

@Buio The young woman glanced upwards to the sound of footsteps thumping against mounds of sand and lifted herself into a sitting position. Something pink seemed to be charging towards her. Something pink and...gooey..? Iris frantically rubbed her eyes in somewhat of a daze. Well, it was pink alright, but it also looked like the shape of a human. As if someone had carved a statue of a man out of strawberry jello and brought it to life! No no no, she had to be dreaming... But there was no mistaking that the figure cheerily making his way towards her looked as real as could be. In fact, Iris spotted two more pink gooey silhouettes that all seemed like they were having a jolly time. As she continued to scan her surroundings, she noticed there were actually quite a few people on the beach. Another girl, who was glowingly gorgeous, a couple people wading out in the water, and a dog..? Iris nearly got lost in her train of thought until a pink hand was offered right in front of her. "O-Oh! Uhh..." the raven haired girl blushed at the sudden friendliness, but took the jelly hand on instinct, surprised at how something so malleable could stay upright in the heat of the sun... "Yeah, I guess I overdressed a bit." She chuckled sheepishly and glanced towards her discarded coat that was now covered with sand. Iris prided herself with her ability to quickly think on her feet, but this situation simply left her stumped. "Well it's nice to meet you too, Jelly. I'm Iris," she smiled at his greeting, finally getting a good look at the other's face as she clambered her way to standing. He was quite handsome, a bit see-through, but handsome nonetheless. Iris couldn't help but wonder how he was speaking in the first place, however, without vocal chords or lungs, or any organs really. "Sweet Treat island?" she pondered to herself. "I mean this is a great change in scenery, really, but... how in the world did I get here..?" Not that she figured that Jelly could give her an exact answer, but...he had to know something! @IsabellaRose & @bitchbedamnd Iris looked over at the two others who were also conversing with pink slimy beings. Was this place just full of jelly people and naked ladies..? Or...maybe she was hallucinating at the way the dog also looked like a young woman. She nearly forgot about her question and spent several moments simply trying to take in what was happening in front of her with curious eyes.

Iris spat out a mouthful of sand as she face-planted directly onto the serene dunes of the beach. She groaned in confusion, trying to prop her limp body up, but recoiled as the sun's rays blinded her eyes. Just a moment ago, it seemed like at least, the skies were damp and dark. Through squinting, she could make out a few blurry figures, some blue. There was a lot of blue. And the sound of water...? Suddenly, Iris felt hot. This brightness was seeping through her coat, penetrating into her limbs until she felt as though she were melting. In a feeble attempt to save herself from this heat, the dark-haired girl dragged her arms towards her body to remove them from the puffy sleeves. She fumbled with the buttons in an un-orderly fashion with the last one coming loose from the seams. Iris sighed heavily as she was finally freed from her thick, winter jacket, and slumped back down to the warm sand. ..Sand? ...So, she was at the beach. Or a beach, since this clearly was not the beach she frequented near her home in Quebec. Well, clearly she wasn't in Quebec at all, judging by the lack of snow and biting air. She frowned, resting her chin atop her hands to ponder what in the world had happened to her.

Name: Iris Atkinson Age: 20 Gender: Female Species: Human Origin: Iris was born into a reasonably wealthy family in Quebec. She lived comfortably with two older sisters and a brother (Carter) who was much younger than her, and therefore was often entrusted in her care. When Iris was younger, she had a very close relationship with her mother; her father was often traveling or at work. Her parents slowly became less and less present in her life as she progressed through middle school and high school, until she felt as though her and Carter were the house’s only residents. Her relationship with her mother is one that she does not expand on much. During a ferocious winter storm, Iris struggled to get back to her university and ended up seeking refuge at a small cottage bed and breakfast. She unknowingly stumbled into another realm where Sweet Treat Island resided, winding up outside a shack on the beach. Height: 5’3” (160 cm) Weight: ~128 lbs (58 kg) Eye Colour: Mocha-colored Hair Colour: Very dark brown, almost black Physical Description: Iris has a quite shapely, but petite body. Medium-long dark hair that touches the top of her chest and bangs that almost cover her eyes. She has rosy skin, usually adorned with a small blush on her cheeks. She tends to wear dark clothing that accentuates her features. Other Details: Iris is incredibly clever and observant, although she rarely acts on such knowledge. She can be somewhat pessimistic, but secretly enjoys when people challenge her views. Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual (but possibly bi-curious) Turn ons: Neck kisses, Dirty talk, being called pet names, loves teasing/being teased, spontaneity Penis Length: N/A Breast Size: DD-cup Sensitivity: Moderately high (typical female sensitivities & her thighs) Abilities/Powers: She has abnormally high speed while running and fast reflexes. She is also well-equipped in hand to hand combat, coming from a family that many find have desirable fortunes. Skills: She is very intelligent and witty. She is not easily deceived, and prides herself on her ability to think quickly.