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A rather buxom young woman is sitting on a chaise lounge in a tight aqua, black, and blue battle suit that covers from ankle to neck. On her ankles she has a pair of white wings.
However, she can’t be a Namor because her ears are not pointy! She can't be a Namora because her hair is almost black! She's actually a Fen, named after a grandmother.
Her muscular arms are crossed under her chest and she looks slightly adrift. “What’s the proper etiquette in other realities where you have supposedly have people who match the DNA pattern of your relatives? Personally, I am cautious, I'd rather not my DNA relatives know that I exist."
However, she can’t be a Namor because her ears are not pointy! She can't be a Namora because her hair is almost black! She's actually a Fen, named after a grandmother.
Her muscular arms are crossed under her chest and she looks slightly adrift. “What’s the proper etiquette in other realities where you have supposedly have people who match the DNA pattern of your relatives? Personally, I am cautious, I'd rather not my DNA relatives know that I exist."