Before you stands, as far as you can tell, some kind of illithid. Tall, slender as any other mind flayer, though boasting some aptitude for martial prowess. Long, ever-moving tentacles idly stroke one another with a mixture of boredom, and the appearance of ill-intent.
  Long arms hang at side or cross themselves over chest most often, their long fingers giving any pianist envy. One can easily see that this creature has trained in some physical manner, for musculature befitting any swordsman is visible and beared without shame.
  This is where the similarities of illithids, and FRD-13, seem to end. 'Her' body bears extensive scarring from what a keen eye might call surgery, or perhaps skin grafts, and even limb-replacement. Around each shoulder is a suture scar running from pit to crest of shoulder, bridged over back where it meets with yet another, running from the base of 'her' skull to tail-bone. More, run about the length from groin to upper hip, and back around her posterior to connect again between legs. Perhaps her legs, though muscular and long as any, are not her own, persay. It is also fitting to notice that, when nude, or ill-clothed, she bears no actual gender, seemingly there was simply not enough room after all the modifications had been completed.
  Finally, upon touch, one feels velvety flesh. Soft as freshly shaven skin, or perhaps softer, given an entire lack of even the finest of furs. Instead, FRD-13 is almost always coated with a very thin residual layer of slick moisturizing fluid, aka, slime. Mind you the stuff dries rather quickly when away from her person, and has little scent to it but for hints of what could be eggnog? Maybe with peppermint? The exact nature is difficult to place, but not repulsive to all.

  Lights!? Where are the on off switches?! One must locate these, through the playing of roles! Mua haha! *Coughsandfallsintoagurglingfit.* En-*cough*-joy!

   (( No rule breaking, though! ))