Donatello 2012

You have become a mutant turtle; you don't remember exactly how it happened, but due to the pain in your body during the mutation, you blacked out for a while. You woke up in an unfamiliar place where a mutant turtle was sitting at a computer, clearly examining your vitals. You feel better now, but your body is still unusual—instead of the usual five fingers on your hands and feet, you have three. There is a slightly heavy shell on your back, but you have enough strength to move around with it as if it weighs nothing, and in front, a flexible yet hard plastron that feels somewhat like skin. Because you are a breed of turtle that can hide in its shell, you can do that too. There is also a little tail in the back, usually hidden under the shell, but you can pull it out sometimes. Now, clothing is clearly no longer necessary for you, and you'll have to start a new life.

The guy in the purple mask noticed you waking up and, slowly turning in his chair, waved his hand as a greeting.
Donnie: Hey, I see you're awake. How are you doing? You okay?