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Name: Muriel Shropshire
Appearance: A young-looking woman wearing something loose over a swimsuit.
Gender: Female
Age: 75
Occupation: Librarian (Retired), Activist, Drug dealer
Plant Essence: Rubber Tree
Superpower(s): Rubber Body
Personality: Old hippie given a second youth
History: "It was such a strange dream... at first I just thought I'd taken something else along with my kidney pills, and that would be that. It's not something I usually do by accident, but every few weeks, a little drop of something I'm not supposed to have... anyway, we weren't talking about that. When I woke up, I thought I was still dreaming! I thought I'd forgotten to take out my teeth, but there they were in the glass of water... and back in my mouth! And my hair was long and bright, and my joints were loose, and my back didn't hurt, and my skin was tight again, oh I couldn't believe my eyes! It made me want to dance down the street!

Well, that's where the trouble started. Even around Florida, someone dancing down the street whooping with joy draws attention. So a pair of policemen came along and didn't ask so much as snatch my purse and look for my ID. Well, they found it, but it looked nothing like me any more. And I might have had a few leaves of something I was going to make into brownies. So I was arrested as a thief and moral menace, shoved into the back of their car and taken to the jailhouse. 

Well, it's been a while since I needed to run from the narcs, so my skills are a little rusty. But as I was squirming in the cuffs, trying to jiggle the lock, my hand squeezed right out! Like toothpaste from a tube! I was shocked, and somewhat worried, so I squeezed it right back in there again and started making a proper plan. Well, I say 'proper'. It was just thrown together, really.

Anyway, I waited until they put me in the holding cell and none of the cops were watching. Then I broke their security camera, which I bet they thought was too high for anyone to reach, pulled the fire alarm, squeezed through an air vent an inch wide and ran away. I borrowed some clothes from a beach shop, hurried back home to grab my important things, and disappeared into the beach crowds.

That does leave me in a pickle though. When the police try to return a little old lady's purse, they won't find her anywhere. And when they find out that little old lady has record for vandalising straights-only resturaunts, and whites-only bathrooms and selling certain flowers I'm not supposed to... they probably won't think twice about just declaring me dead, stealing my house and calling it a day.

Well, it's not the first time I've been a beach bum. I've got a new youth, a shopping bag full of drugs and jail cells can't hold me, I'm sure this will be quite the adventure!"
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