Futuristic ~The Prophets: Character Sign-up~

SkyGinge · Dec 14, 2015

Character Submission

Have you read all the other threads?If the answer is no... then hop to it, soldier! You won't defeat the evils of the galaxy if you can't be bothered to read up on essential facts, punk!

Character creation has always been my favourite part of RPing, so I hope you enjoy creating your characters! Remember, these characters are going to last you throughout the RP, so ensure you create characters who's stories you will enjoy playing out. I've given some guidelines on how to complete your form down below and also within the coding for the form - please ensure that you fill everything out correctly. Once you have submitted the form, I will PM you with any edits I need, or if the form suffers from too many problems, PM you to say your application has been rejected. This might sound harsh, but I have to ensure that appropriate players end up in the RP, otherwise it will likely fail.

If you've chosen to play as an alien character, especially one of the pre-designed ones, then I don't expect the Appearance Picture to be too accurate; simply find a picture if yoy can which is as close to the general appearance of the character as possible, and then ensure the highlight the differences in the Appearance Description section. Or, similarly, just don't use a picture - it's almost ridiculously hard to find appropriate picture even for human characters.

In the Combat Tab, only fill out the category which applies to your character. If they're a Purist/similar, fill out the 'Prophet' side and leave the other one blank. If they're a Quaternary Squadron member or any other non-prophet, fill in the 'Non-Prophet' side, and leave the other blank.

Age should refer to their age in terms of the character's species. That's a terrible description, but basically, if your character is a Trinivian, it should be '26 Trinivian Years', for example, or an Asan living on Adamia, '26 Asan Years' as Asan's have a universal standard. I advise you refer to the species details when working on this.

You are allowed two characters each, though if you do have two, ensure that they are given equal treatment.

I ask for detail in the form only so that I can ensure you are a player who is at the appropriate level for this RP. If you start writing in RP and want to deviate slightly from what you've written in the form, then that's absolutely fine; the form should not be a system of shackles for your inhibition.

The main plot will revolve around the Purists and the Quaternary Squadron. If you're fancying an alternative type of character, like perhaps a bounty-hunter, or an antagonist like a Vampyre, you must PM me first. It will be allowed, but it might mean that your character is somewhat disconnected from the central plotline, especially at the beginning.

Backstories are obviously very important, and I expect you to have a strong understanding of your characters past before the RP begins, perhaps with enough missing to allow creative leniency in story. However, I don't want to be reading your character's entire autobiography as that gets dull very quickly, so I ask for three paragraphs even though I expect you to know more than you're telling me.

Character Sheet:

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[h]Character Name[/h]

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[b][u]Appearance Description[/b][/u]
At least a paragraph of written description of your character's appearance, including facial detail, standard attire, markings, etc.

[b]Age[/b]

[b]Gender[/b]

[b]Species[/b]
No cross-breeds!
[b]Home Planet[/b]

[b]Height[/b]

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[center][b]Tagline[/b]
A short, snappy, under-five word statement which describes your character, like 'The Carefree Captain', or 'The Tentative Trinivian'.
[b]Most Defining Personality Traits[/b]
Three adjectives which best describe your character.[/center]



[b][u]Personality[/u][/b]
At least two hefty paragraphs of detail (5+ sentences), including both weaknesses and strengths, and ensuring a rounded, non-cookie-cutter character.

[b]Quirks, Habits and Mannerisms[/b]

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[b][u]Background[/u][/b]
At least three hefty paragraphs. If you're introducing a new alien race, make sure you cover the specificities of that race and its home planet as an addition to this category.

[b]Goals[/b]
What does your character want from life? Can be both huge and trivial (preferably more than one).
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[center][u][b]Allegiance[/b][/u]
Either Purists, Quaternary Squadron or Other. If other, specify what exactly.[/center]


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[sh]Prophet Combat[/sh]
[b]Plasmatics Type[/b]
Element and Discipline
[b]Plasmatic Abilities[/b]
Elaborate on the nature of your character's Plasmatic powers, including strengths and weakness.

[b]Ability Aptitude[/b]
How developed is your character in the various gifts of a Prophet?

[b]Weaponry/Non-Prophetic Combat Skills[/b]

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[sh]Non-Prophet Combat[/sh]
[b]Weaponry[/b]

[b]Combat Abilities[/b]
Include strengths and weaknesses.

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[b]Other Combat Skills[/b]
Things like being good with mechanics, piloting, healing, etc. If a pilot of some sort, describe their ship.
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[b]Other[/b]
Things like interests, likes, dislikes, fears, talents, hobbies, etc.

[b]Country and Timezone[/b]

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A word of advice!If you're working on a character form and want to post it as a WIP, I recommend you keep it in the code box until it is complete. This is because the font coding is particularly temperamental and tends to mess up the tabs with little way to fix them. Cheers!

Character Database

Lysiria 'Domino' Dawn (@Xion136), 26 (52 AE*), 'The Dominion Gunner'

Chrysalis Ayakashi (@Xion136), 22 (44AE), 'The Insurgent Archer' 34/35

Doctor Julius Verstand (@Yuffie Kisaragi), 36, 'The Irksome Researcher'

Koir Sheriem (@SkyGinge), 34, 'The Tidy Tishbite'

Jadzia Strohov (@Kharmin), 28, 'The Dauntless Aviatrix'

Setanta Igramo'el (@Felix), 27, 'The Silent Survivor' 36

Arawen Terra (@Charcoal), 26, 'Attentive Listen, Forest Wanderer'

(AE=Asan Equivalent)
Gender Ratio (male:female): 3:4

Average Age (in Asan equivalent): 35ish

Asan:Non-Asan Ratio: 5:2

Prophet:Non-Prophet Ratio: 7:0
Arawen Terra: Asan, Utsuhei

Doctor Julius Verstand: Asan, Zeus

Jadzia Strohov: Asan, Stagen

Koir Sheriem: Asan, Tish

Setanta Igramo'el: Asan, Rindia

Chrysalis Ayakashi: El'lyssan, Adamia

Domino Dawn: El'lyssan, Adamia
Setanta Igramo'el: Manifest/Fire

Doctor Julius Verstand: Resource/Ice

Arawen Terra: Resource/Electric

Domino Dawn: Resource/Electric

Chrysalis Ayakashi: Medium/Pure

Jadzia Strohov: Medium/Pure

Koir Sheriem: Medium/Electric
(6'1'') Arawen Terra: Dark, hazel eyes, bark/obsidian shade hair, relatively thin form.

Doctor Julius Verstand: Apathetic grey eyes, disheveled blonde hair, bespectacled.

(5'11'') Koir Sheriem: Ethnically Indian, long raven-hair, stony hazel eyes, ethereal-guise.

(5'8'') Setanta Igramo'el: Tanned, scars, swimmers build, melancholy brown eyes.

(5'7'') Jadzia Strohov: Dark eyes, long brown hair, relatively non-descript.

(4'9'') Chrysalis Ayakashi: Golden eyes, lilac hair, tatooed back, outrageous garb.

(4'1'') Domino Dawn: Crimson eyes, bi-coloured hair.
Arawen Terra: Calm, Collected, Thoughtful

Chrysalis Ayakashi: Rebellious, Loyal, Determined

Doctor Julius Verstand: Focused, Mocking, Intelligent

Domino Dawn: Steadfast, Collected, Clumsy

Jadzia Strohov: Self-Confident, Audacious, Whimsical

Koir Sheriem: Serious, Pedantic, Contemplative

Setanta Igramo'el: Determined, Temperamental, Resourceful
USA: 3

UK: 2

Netherlands: 1

CET (GMT +1): @Felix : Netherlands

GMT +0: @SkyGinge : UK

@Charcoal : UK

EST (GMT +5): @Yuffie Kisaragi : USA

@Kharmin : USA

CST (GMT +6): @Xion136 : USA

SkyGinge · Dec 14, 2015

Koir Sheriem

Appearance Description

At first glance, Koir stands as an ethereal figure. With stony hazel eyes, slim, frowning lips and a curved, though not ugly nose, she holds a sort of mystic beauty to some, though to others she seems an impassive, solemn figure. Racially, her ancestral settlers were of Indian origin. Her long, Raven-hair is often arranged in different styles, but when left straight, it reaches just above her hips. Years of farm labour followed by over a decade of training and developing as a Prophet has left her slim limbs strong with muscle. As a result of her travelling as a Purist, she does not have a standard choice of attire, though casually she has always been fond of more loose-fitting attire, and her fingerless gloves and black boots are never far from her person.

Age

34

Gender

Female

Species

Asan

Home Planet

Tish

Height

5'11''
Tagline

The Tidy Tishbite

Most Defining Personality Traits

Serious, Pedantic, Contemplative.

Personality

Among the Purists, Koir is known for three things; her seriousness, her unforgiving wit, and her dependability. The strong, no-nonsense type, Koir is solemn and independent. Whilst she does have a sense of humour, it's not one most people enjoy; she tends towards extreme snarkiness, sarcasm and disembowelment of character over ridiculousness and mistakes. This can make her seem somewhat-self righteous, though really it's a belief in self-depravity which causes it. All the while, she is a passionate Purist with a strong belief in upholding global peace and justice, and is reliable and loyal when it comes to carrying out even the most disagreeable of Purist duties.

Her faith itself is a complex matter. Having grown up in a agricultural, somewhat hippyish society, the idea of an underlying universal energy source capable of allowing great supernatural feats wasn't too hard of a concept for her to accept. However, it was more the strong influence of her mentor Kahar which helped refine her faith; and so when he died, she took rather the hint. Since then, her faith has been often placed in reliance that Kahar's power will be her power too; at other times it comes out of desperation in habit. More than that, however, she has faith because, deep inside, she believes that if she is faithful enough to the Delta Aura (which she sees as sentient), it will somehow reveal to her that Kahar's death wasn't set in stone. As is evident, whilst she still maintains Purist values, the actually 'purity' of her faith is severely tainted.

Fear and guilt, though well masked, characterise much of her actions and traits. Her cautiousness, her level-headedness and her contemplativeness especially have been refined through this; Koir is a natural pessimist, and as a result, nearly always prepares for the worst outcome. As a result, she is always very prepared and reliable in her actions, unless of course something completely unexpected happens. She struggles to relax, often-outdoes herself in her hardworking and yet still feels like she needs to do more.

Socially, Koir isn't a particularly public figure, and doesn't visibly hold any particularly close ties (in fear of losing people). However, underneath, she holds extremely high opinions of those she respects, and holds stronger connections with a lot of people than even she realises. Though flawed, Koir strives for good, and few can match her admirable work ethic.

Quirks, Habits and Mannerisms

Koir is very pedantic. She likes everything to be in order, so often, when in thought, she ends up rearranging and tidying things; removing and rearranging rings, straightening down clothes, restyling her hair, etc. She often drums her fingers on surfaces, or taps her feet, but in spite of these twitches is normally remarkably still. Says 'tsch!' a lot.
Background

Born on the distant planet Tish, right at the edge of the solar system, Koir was the second child in an eventual family of nine. Like many Tishbites, the Sheriems were farmers who strongly believed that technology pollutes the Asan life. As such, her childhood was relatively simple and peaceful, if a little disconnected from the rest of the Empire. As she grew up, she was destined to probably marry into another family and start a farm there instead; she was well experienced in recognising Tishbite flora and fauna, alongside handling and rearing farm animals.

But her little, simple life of segregated farming was dynamically disturbed when, aged 19, Kahar Eliash, a Purist Prophet, arrived at her door and told him a prophesy had told him to come and recruit her. Though surprised at first, especially given the fact that Purists had been massacred, proclaimed as heretics and supposedly disappeared over the previous decade, the man's integrity struck her, and she left with him to travel to Chokeden, where she discovered the Purists in hiding. Most Purists were particularly shaken at this time, but nevertheless, they were more than willing to train up a new Purist. And so, as apprentice to Kahar, Koir studied and developed her faith and her abilities.

Of course, everybody knows the tale of the retribution of the Purists, of how Kahar became one of the most famous public Purist figures through overthrowing the 'false Prophets' in Emperor Azgad's presence. And so, with the Purists able to come out of hiding and travel freely once more, things were looking up, and many other Prophets, or even normal citizens, decided to join the Purists at this time. Now experienced, and apprentice to such a notable and famous figure, Koir was growing remarkably.

But not all was to last. On return from a diplomatic mission, Koir and Kahar's transport ship was ambushed by mercenaries, including several other Prophets. Both had had prophetic dreams the night before, and Kahar informed Koir that he had foreseen his own death that day. Koir was resolute in not believing, but as the battle took to Spacewalking above the planet Hargos, Kahar was overwhelmed and killed, his spaceship tumbling down to the planet below.

Though she survived the attack, Koir was incredibly shaken up. And whilst she has done notable things over the past nine years, graduating to sisterhood, becoming stronger in power, training several younger Prophets and undertaking numerous missions, she has never fully recovered.

Goals

As a Purist, her visible goal is to maintain universal peace through stopping any evil outbursts. However, inside, she really wants to do Kahar proud, and wants to prove that even the purest prophesies don't always spell predestination, even though this would go against her own faith.
Allegiance

Purist

Prophet Combat

Plasmatics Type

Medium Electric Plasmatics

Plasmatic Abilities

As a Medium Prophet, Koir is adaptable in battle and can switch between the three disciplines other of Plasmatics. Being of Electric element, her plasma is orangey-yellow, and has the qualities of electricity when in Fluid form. Her Manifest is a vulture, able to attack with both talons, wings and beak, her Resource a long, pike-like weapon with an umbrella-like shield a little way down, used for both swinging, stabbing and duelling. As is expected of a Medium Prophet, she has remarkable versatility in spite of the transitional phases needed between each discipline, and can be vary adaptable in battle, but lacks speciality in a single discipline. Her Fluid form is fast to fire, and she usually results to firing big streams of electricity, but as she lacks the ability of a standard Fluid Prophet, this can be risky.

Ability Aptitude

As a Prophet of many years mature experience, trained under a notable Purist, Koir's abilities are well refined; alongside the standard heightened senses and mobility, she has just started to get the hang of infrequent short-range teleportation, and can feel nearby disturbances in the Delta. Cautious as she is, her senses are particularly sensitive. However, no matter how hard she tries, she has not yet been able to follow in her former tutor's footsteps and activate her Aura Arena.

Weaponry/Non-Prophetic Combat Skills

Apart from her Purist skills, as an Asan farmer Koir was never particularly trained for combat and as such has little more than a basic understanding of most weaponry. She does carry around an Asan laser pistol however, just in case.

Other Combat Skills

Whilst she normally struggles with technology, in case of defensive emergency in the time of persecution, she was taught how to fly (and owns) an Asan astrofighter, even if she is very out of practice.
Other

Having grown up in such a drawn-back lifestyle, Koir has never been particularly at ease around most technology, and always prefers rural scenes to urban landscapes. A particularly beautiful piece of nature makes her happy and at peace. Similarly, Koir has always had an affinity with animals, and understands some animal behaviour well as a result of her farm up-bringing; she used to be very good at riding the Tishbite equivalent of a horse. She's a fan of sea-food and forest vegetables, and hates spice. Though she's not particularly romantically attuned, she's always found beards somewhat attractive. She abhors arrogance and needless eccentricity, isn't a big fan of dance-music, and is a little scared of Spacewalking now, even though she does well to hide it.

Country and Timezone

England, GMT +0

Yuffie Kisaragi · Dec 14, 2015

Doctor Julius Verstand

Appearance Description

A tall man of a solid build, not particularly lanky but similarly not musclebound. His face is handsome, with chiseled features, deep-set eyes, and a high forehead. He commonly bears an expression of pure distaste or apathy, coupled with striking gray eyes create an imposing face. His hair is disheveled in a careless mess, often having to comb it out of his eyes. Though his natural blonde hair is still as present and potent as it was when he was but a child, he died a streak white on a drunk whim. He keeps it because he thinks it makes him seem more... More. He often gives more exaggerated tall tales when people ask him of its origins. He is nearsighted, and though the technology exists to easily cure him of this issue, he prefers the rectangular lens of his glasses. He tends to wear a long sleeve white button down shirt, with a black vest. His lower half is covered by black slacks and black shoes. The only accessory he consistently wears is a practical field satchel that appears to have been to Hell and back at least three times, with tears across it's faded brown leather.

Age

36 Asan years

Gender

Male

Species

Asan

Home Planet

Zeus

Height

6'1"
Tagline

The Irksome Researcher

Most Defining Personality Traits

Focused. Mocking. Intelligent.

Personality

When interacting with others, the Doctor is a cool and confident individual, the awkwardness of other scholars either effectively covered up or not there at all. He prefers verbal sparring to physical fights, but is not afraid to fight physically. In fact, he frequently gets into fights, mostly because of his crass and sarcastic nature, constantly picking at the flaws of people around him. Compliments and compassion are not in his nature, and should anyone find themselves in his company they should expect only criticism and cruelty. He mocks with the graceful tongue of a poet, his vocabulary high and oft infuriating, and his phrases frequently including literary references. And though he picks fights, it is incredibly difficult to get the Doctor riled up, or react emotionally at all, always responding with a consistent deadpan attitude. He carries himself in an arrogant manner, walking tall and proud.

However, underneath all of this bravado and tough shell, is an emotionally wounded man. His own nature has made him alone in life, and though he does not acknowledge it, he hurts him. Every time he gets close to someone, they leave him, and often for the same reason. He's too focused. The Doctor has only ever had one goal, and that is to advance the science of the universe. He will consistently go days without sleep or leaving the house when on a breakthrough, shutting himself away in a lab to work relentlessly on some lead that could be the thing that revolutionizes the world. But it never is. Over and over this has happened, but he doesn't stop. He can't. The Doctor has devoted his entire life to this notion. It's his everything, the bread and butter of his existence. He knows nearly all there is to know about the forefront technologies of the day, and often makes minor innovations and discoveries. But to him they aren't enough. No, he has to make the discovery that furthers a new age of advancement and growth. And this wish has come before everything else in his life.

Quirks, Habits and Mannerisms

Can't stay still. An odd habit for a scholar and researcher such as himself, but he can't do it. He's always hitting the wood of his desk, habitually running his hand through his hair, or tapping his foot. And though his work always comes first, he also has an intriguing fascination with food, even odder since he cannot cook. He is a frequent patron of some of the best restaurants on Zeus and several of the other colonies.
Background

Julius Verstand was born to Drs. Romeo and Rosaline Verstand, a pair of incredibly rich researchers who had inherited their fortune from an incredible innovation made farther up the Verstand line. He was an only child, which allowed his parents to funnel all their hopes and dreams into a single being. Julius was to undergo a rigorous learning regimen from the moment he was born. There was no room for affection or emotion for the Verstands, only the valiant quest for new knowledge. A good example of the lengths that his parents would go to is the practice that they would ask him a question before dinner, that could apply to any field, science, mathematics, history. If he could not answer, or answered incorrectly, there would be no supper for him. After he surpassed nearly all standard courses in public and private schools by the age of 14, he was left to do work on his own, researching anything and everything. Once he finally reached maturity, he left his home and never looked back. Though it had made him the man he was, a man he was very proud of, it was still a hellhole of bad memories. He was glad to be rid of it.

After earning his doctorate, Julius began work as a biologist, travelling to distant planets and new colonies in search of new creatures to document, or some observation that could turn the world on its head. In his travels, he became infamous for his genius, amazing scholars all around. He also began to form bonds with other people. He would meet them, and they would maybe not hit it off, but still become friends and coworkers over time. He began to learn how to love. But Julius had bad habits. Things that not even these new friends and loved ones could look past. He consistently put his work above them and himself. So they left him, repeatedly. It was around this time that Julius decided what he would focus all his efforts on now. While traveling from foreign planet to foreign planet was not only fun but fruitful for the biological world, it was not getting him the esteem and fame he so desired. He set his eyes upon figuring out the biggest mystery of the time. He would learn how the Delta Aura worked. The first step? Going through the process himself. He would become a prophet.

Of course becoming a Prophet is not so simple as just deciding that you want to be one. He traveled back home to Zeus, and moved into the house that his departed parents (he had gotten the message while working as a biologist, but was busy, and so decided not to attend the funeral) had left behind. It took years of work to be ready. Though he was fortunately already in decent shape, he knew his body would have to be in tip top condition. From the very moment that he began preparing, the Doctor began to keep a journal of the experience, hoping that he could use the notes later for his research. While he was working on this physical preparation, Doctor Verstand also focused his mind upon the one thing he knew he could have absolute faith in. Knowledge and the pursuit of such. A divine quest if there ever was one. Faith in such a thing came easy to him, and as his body reached the physical peak needed for fulfillment, he finally began to revel in the power of the Delta Aura. Several years later, and through the help of some hired Idealist mentors, he developed Prophet powers to the point of being able to teleport. But it made him queasy, and the feeling was so odd he has not since tried again. But, being able to use Plasmatics and the standard abilities is enough for him and his research purposes. Though he has not given up his Prophet training completely, the Doctor has shifted most of his focus onto external research once more. Recently, Doctor Julius Verstand has repeatedly appealed Chokeden and the Purists to allow him to take up residence in the temple so he can see if he can't find some kind of research breakthrough there. Unfortunately, his personality and status as a selfish Idealist have persuaded them to repeatedly deny his requests. He continues to send letters alongside his scientific and historical research into the subject of the Delta Aura and Prophets.

Goals

His main goal that he consistently works on is to revolutionize the scientific world with his work, make a breakthrough that will drive forward technology for the next millenia.

The secret goal that surpasses even this one is to achieve immortality. Of course, the Doctor is far too smart to really believe that physical immortality is possible, and even if it did, life would become meaningless and dull. So rather, he strives to meet immortality in the hearts of men, to become so famous, to make such a difference that for the rest of time, none could forget him.

And also he wants to taste the finest thing the world has ever cooked. He doubts this goal will ever be achieved, but he dreams of the day it may come.
Allegiance

Other; Researcher allied with whoever can get him into Chokeden or give him some kind of breakthrough or lead. Of course, funding is also much appreciated. His parents' money is running out, and he doesn't particularly want to waste time on working on some minor luxury innovation to pay the bills. So if someone could supply him with that, he'd be most grateful.

Prophet Combat

Plasmatics Type

Resource Ice Plasmatic

Plasmatic Abilities

The Doctor's Delta Aura conducted itself well with a more concentrated form, and so Resource became his Plasmatic power. It's blue color and freezing temperature, characteristic of Ice element, are fitting for the Doctor, and he quite likes those qualities. In any case, his Resource manifests itself in the form of a long spear, with a broad, triangular head. The damage on his lance is high, as well as the range compared to swords and knives, but it is unfortunately occasionally unwieldy, giving him a bit more difficulty when it comes to rapid fighting exchanges. But it's length and strength help to make blocking attacks much easier and more reliable.

Ability Aptitude

The Doctor has developed and shown skill in all the basic skills, being able to win a footrace or strength contest with a non-Prophet with ease, not to mention his extraordinary perception memory, and also has seen a couple prophecies with little consequence. It is frustrating for him to get prophecies that don't tell him what he actually needs to know to further his research. Anyway, he is also capable enough to spacewalk up to half an hour. However, beyond these basics, he loses out to highly trained Prophets. He has only teleported once, and disliked it enough to the point of not training it further.

Weaponry/Non-Prophetic Combat Skills

The Doctor carries with him little. A small dissecting knife, and a laser revolver. He is a decent shot, but nothing special, and his knife is not well suited to combat, and is a worst case scenario only.

Non-Prophet Combat

Weaponry

Combat Abilities

Include strengths and weaknesses.

Other Combat Skills

As for his other skills, he is adept with mechanics, and though he may not be trained in engineering or even gunplay, he is capable of fixing broken ships or other weaponry, and using them. Theoretically. Of course, his intelligent nature, also lends itself to a crafty and strategic style of combat. His knowledge of anatomy grants him lethal skill when fighting against less than skilled combatants, but it is rarely useful when in an extensive duel. This knowledge of anatomy also extends to some skill in medicine, though not a practitioner.
Other

The most notable oddity is that Doctor Julius Verstand has an incredible distaste for his name. He prefers to be called Doctor, or the Doctor, and while vague, is often the only thing he'll accept. If you call him otherwise after he has already introduced himself as the Doctor, he will frequently simply ignore whatever they're saying until they correctly call him the Doctor.

Once again, he has an extraneous passion for food, and if he hears about an extraordinary restaurant elsewhere in the Asan Empire, will choose to take a short vacation for it, unless he is otherwise incredibly occupied by some lead or breakthrough. On a similar note, he finds the raspberry scones from a nearby bakery to be so incredibly divine, that they will on occasion be the only food he eats that day.

Country and Timezone

USA, EST

Sorry for the presentation error, I've tried to fix it, but my skill in BBCode is lacking. This is unfortunately the best I've got.

Kharmin · Dec 15, 2015

Jadzia (pronounced: YAH-jeh) Strohov

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Appearance Description

Non-descript build and stature, Jadzia can hold her own with a wiry strength that is hidden beneath her flight suit. She is easily overlooked for her piloting skills as she doesn't carry the demeanor of a seasoned pilot. Long, straight brown hair and dark brown eyes contrast with the lighter skin that has been devoid of enough

sustained sunlight to produce a tan. Her clothes are a piecemeal conglomeration that she acquired both from her time in military training and as a 'bush pilot' among the stars. The brown, grey and black colors signify nothing more than her lack of acceptance to any one faction -- Jadzia is her own driving force. She wears a laser pistol smartly in a worn holster on her right hip with calf-high dark boots complimenting the rest of the ensemble. She wears no tattoos, markings or jewelry.

Age

28

Gender

Female

Species

Asan

Home Planet

Stagen

Height

5'7"
Tagline

The Dauntless Aviatrix

Most Defining Personality Traits

Self-Confident

Audacious

Whimsical

Personality

Jadzia is a very fun-loving adventuress who always seems to take the long odds to make things more exciting. Always at her happiest when piloting ... well, anything really ... Jadzia seems to make friends easily. Despite her audacious manner, Jadzia can be quite playful at times, usually at others' expense although she can certainly take as good as she gives without holding grudges. And that's just it, really: she doesn't hold grudges. One slip, one mis-calculation, one missed combatant, and life is over. Living on the razor edge of life, Jadzia aspires to live each moment as if it were her last and in a life like hers, there simply isn't time to waste on holding grudges. Besides, the one whom you upset in one encounter might end up being the only person who can help you out of the next one!

It is during her down-time when Jadzia shows a more timid, uninspiring self which is why she seems to always live life at throttle up. The abandonment by her parents has made an indelible mark on her psyche, one from which she may never recover. Jadzia is sympathetic to loners, outcasts and those who have no one else which is why she works to make friends with almost everybody.

For all of her piloting and shooting skills, Jadzia has nothing else in her arsenal but her wit and personality. Pit her against another Prophet and she will quickly lose head-to-head. Even though she is aware of this deficiency, Jadzia is too proud to admit it and will fight to her last even against seemingly insurmountable odds.

Quirks, Habits and Mannerisms

For all of her traveling, Jadzia has picked up snippets of languages from other races and cultures. She has a habit of inserting phrases in her speaking, even when she knows that she might not be completely understood. Also, her hand never seems to stray far from the grip of her pistol.
Background

It was never easy growing up as a military brat. Always looked down upon from her father as the son he was supposed to have, Jadzia could never muster up to his exceedingly lofty expectations. Neither could her mother who, tired of the arguments, the military and the atmosphere both in the home and on Stagen, jumped ship and returned to Zeus leaving a scared eight year old girl home alone.

Left to her own devices, and her own education, Jadzia learned life experiences the hard way among some of the most gruff, rough and tough, masculine men the army could offer. The few females in the corps avoided Jadzia as they didn't want to be burdened with the responsibility of her upbringing that her own father neglected. Jadzia learned how to be self-sufficient and in her late teen-aged years sought to enlist as the military was the only security she had really known.

Jadzia managed her way through basic training and was discovered to have an aptitude for flying. She entered flight school. Unknown to her at the time, Jadzia relied heavily on her plasmatics while flying simulated scenarios which made her scores near the top of her class. When her plasmatics were discovered, her scores were adjusted downward to account for the talent that others in her class didn't have. Jadzia's classmates scoffed at her, called her a cheater and other crass names to the point that she dropped out of flight school just prior to graduation.

She looked for any opportunity to escape from her private hell on Stagen and finally found a compassionate spirit who worked a freighter that was looking for a qualified pilot. Though Jadzia hadn't officially graduated wasn't of concern, just as long as she was able to outmaneuver other ships and break blockades, they had a job for her. Her time around the various systems gave her a very neutral opinion of all of the different races and factions. So long as Jadzia was getting paid, she didn't really care so much from where the money came.

The majority of the next decade was spent aboard the freighter under different owners. Crew members came and went (by honest means or other mortal methods) but Jadzia remained as none could supplant her and her uncanny piloting ability. During her tenure, Jadzia became an expert with firearms. She also learned some basic mechanics when she helped out repairing the ship since the captain didn't always have the ability to purchase the right parts, and even then those negotiations were with the more nefarious individuals of the under-class of society – negotiations which Jadzia soon learned went smoother with wit and charm than brute intimidation.

Goals

Work in progress. No, seriously. Jadzia spends so much time jaunting about that she hasn't really considered any long term goals. Staying alive, perhaps. Yeah that's as good as any.
Allegiance

Although not really concerned with any allegiance, Jadzia understands the wants and needs of the Idealists and seeks to exploit them for gain at any opportunity.

Prophet Combat

Plasmatics Type

Medium Pure Plasmatics

Plasmatic Abilities

Jadzia has a significant wellspring of plasmatics but has chosen to mostly ignore them. When she is focusing herself, the purple aura leaks out and surrounds her in a light nimbus. She most often uses this when piloting to avoid any damage to the ship or in a fire-fight where she will attempt to dodge shots fired in her general direction. Jadzia isn't especially good with any other show of her plasmatics and has only dabbled in mimicking things that she has seen others perform with very limited success.

Ability Aptitude

Jadzia only recognizes the very basic level of aptitude. It is possible that she might achieve a higher understanding, but she simply has no interest in devoting time or attention to it. As such, Jadzia has some heightened perception which she has used on occasion to dodge attacks either when fighting or piloting. She is not overly mobile and has a very limited spacewalk ability (5-8 minutes).

Weaponry/Non-Prophetic Combat Skills

Laser pistol or rifle; hand-to-hand martial arts

Non-Prophet Combat

Weaponry

Laser pistol or rifle; hand-to-hand martial arts

Combat Abilities

Jadzia is a crack-shot with her pistol ... and that's about it. Since she doesn't often rely on her plasmatics, and isn't very adept at it anyway, she is somewhat of a one-trick pony. Jadzia depends more on her menial, martial skills of fighting; however, if she can talk her way out of a bad situation first, she will certainly try to do so.

Other Combat Skills

Jadzia is a military trained fighter pilot and, when using her plasmatics, was at the top of her class. She is not certified, but is very capable to pilot larger freighter-type ships but not larger cargo vessels or battle cruisers (although given the opportunity, she wouldn't pass up trying!). Jadzia is also quite knowledgeable in different types of Asan firearms. She has some basic mechanical/electrical knowledge and field first-aid.
Other

Jadzia loves flying and will pilot any vessel anywhere whenever for any reason whenever given the chance. She enjoys company, even if she appears not to be paying much attention. Her favorite hobby (other than piloting, naturally!) is collecting flight patches from other pilots. Jadzia is fairly fearless, as her piloting skills will attest, but she doesn't enjoy being alone -- a constant fear from her parents abandonment at such an early age.

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Yeah, my BBCODE-FU is lacking as well.

Xion136 · Dec 16, 2015

Chrysalis Ayakashi

Appearance Description

An El'Lyss born to rebel, her outrageous attire when not on duty has garnered many looks. Chrysalis is one of the taller El'Lyss, standing at around 4'9. Her golden eyes are one of the rarer colors from the spectrum, and her lilac hair does not at all reflect her personality. From how she usually keeps it, her ears are normally mostly or completely hidden from view. On her back she has a tattoo of El'Lyssian tribal markings from when they first discovered the Delta Aura, but other than that she is mostly untouched. Her normally dark skin never shows signs of a tan, despite her always being out and about.

When in combat or space walking she keeps a deployable combat skin that serves as a flight suit, ensuring she is never caught unawares. The suit is the same blacks and reds that her normal attire reflect, and she always loses the coat. Her attire is bulkier then it really appears, to help store the extra panels needed for her combat armor.

Age

22 El'Lyssian Years (44 Asan Years)

Gender

Female

Species

El'Lyss

Home Planet

Adamia

Height

4'9
Tagline

"The Insurgent Archer"

Most Defining Personality Traits

Rebellious

Loyal

Determined

Personality

There's a reason she is the Insurgent Archer. Ever since a young age the young Chrysalis refused, downright refused to be El'Lyssian. Despite the teachings, despite the discipline, the Council's Ideas of Total Pacifism never once took hold in the young El'Lyss. She is a hot-blooded El'Lyss, something that is a rarity in and of itself. She has a wrath unmatched by even the hardest El'Lyssian Prophet, and a will so strong even the Council has been unable to shake her. She may is the poster girl for the Dominon Guard, but even the Guard is hesitant to spark her wrath.

Her constant rebellion also can separated her from a lot of the El'Lyss; even some of the Dominion Guard dislike her sarcasm and backtalking, and plenty of brawls have happened. If she could get her anger in check, and if she became a Purist, the Council fears the Insurgent Archer's already impressive Caladbolg attack could be...devastating.

Chrysalis has her ups and downs, but her exile from society and her constant rebelling has strained her relationship with the Dominion Guard's leader, Commander Dawn. A constant thorn in the side that deep down...just wants to be accepted. She never was a pacifist, she never could stand by while others were in trouble. She has a temper, a tempest of rage she can barely control...but deep, deep down she cares about people. Asan, El'Lyss, Rindian...she cares, and the lack of action from the Council makes her blood boil like the surface of a sun.

This sets her in the same boat as the compassionate, trusting Domino, as both wish for the El'Lyss to become more than pacifists. While her boiling rage is tempered by her love for others and her want to, one day, have no reason for rage, she is in a constant internal struggle to not be a complete bitch. She just wants to be accepted, and when Dawn accepted her...she was afraid. Her temper never got better, and she lives day to day, praying to whatever deity is watching her, that she won't be locked up for her rage again.

Quirks, Habits and Mannerisms

Chrysalis has little quirks beyond her ridiculous attire, thought she always has some cookie sticks in her pocket for some reason. She also has a habit of just chewing lightly on them for concentration, and sometimes can even be found fighting with a little sweet hanging from her mouth.

She continually seems to be moving, her instinctive reaction to staying still. She can't truly stay still while awake or around people. Alone...she can be still.

If Chrysalis ever is still around someone, then that person should count themselves as lucky...that she does not see you as a threat.
Background

Born in Academia, the El'Lyssian Capitol built into the summit of the tallest mountain on Adamia, Chrysalis Ayakashi came out of the womb silent. Looking back, every single person in that room realized that the silence did not convey a prophecy of time to come, of silent reading and meditation.

It was the calm before the storm. Before the complete and utter destruction of every moment of quiet the Ayakashi family had.

The first two years were screams. She never listened, as most babies did not, but it seemed like that she took it as a personal challenge to disobey everything. More small objects were broken in two years then had been destroyed in the Argument at Lufthensai three hundred years ago (this fact made her literally throw her book out the window in complete frustration four years later). She spent the terrible threes and fearsome fours picking fights with anyone who even looked at her funny, and even managed to break three windows. Her parents were exasperated with her particular breed of insanity by the time she hit the age of seven, but at eight she mellowed out enough to avoid causing her father to enter cardiac arrest...of course, everything really changed when she was able to control the Delta Aura. Every time she saw Asan vids on Prophets and their cool power, she researched and looked for how to harness this power. She wanted to have the power to change Academia, and the El'Lyss...and it was her faith that she could channel her unending rage. Faith that she could do it...in herself...and so, her first act as a Prophet was when she accidently threw her dad's car when having one of her anger bouts, and then the Council swooped in to take her.

She spent most of her current life in training, to become an El'Lyssian Prophet...but she grew tired of it. She grew tired of pacifism, tired of them avoiding helping people. She gave up and left them to learn from another source: The Purists.

She never made it off world. The Council forebade her from leaving, and she, in a fit of rage, created a massive Aura Blade that she used to quite spectacularly cut their small shuttle in half. Besides changing shuttle manufactuerers, the Council imprisoned her for two entire El'Lyssian years, until Commander Dawn and the Dominion Guard formed, raiding the El'Lyssian Prison Hellsmorne and freeing her. She was taken to the only vessel in the Dominion Guard, the Intervention, and nursed back to health after her experience in the prison.

She has begun to train further, and aspires to one day join the Purists and learn more. Meanwhile, she assists Commander Dawn and the Dominion Guard in trying to end the Council's total pacifism and bring the El'Lyss into the alliance, not as trade partners, but as a race who should be respected for their prowess and their restraint.

Chrysalis, just wishes to become a Prophet...the best Prophet she could ever become. And in herself is where she has put her faith, and that ambition merely strengthens it further.

Goals

Major:

-Become a Master Purist one day.

-Help Commander Dawn dispose the Council and end their ideals of total pacifism, so they may actually help those in need.

Trivial:

-Find a girlfriend
Allegiance

Current: The Dominion Guard

Aspires: The Purists

Prophet Combat

Plasmatics Type

Medium Pure Prophet

Plasmatic Abilities

Being a medium and able to tap into all three forms of Plasmatics, she can use them all, but is most proficent with Resource. Chrysalis' Resource forms a massive Greatsword (She calls it Amaryllis). With Amaryllis she has been able to slice in half a small, extremely shoddy made shuttle, easily swinging the ridiculously sized weapon with ease. She continues to learn more about weapons and tactics, since the El'Lyss have none. Most Resource Prophets of the El'Lyss have no cultural weapons, and must make do with what they learn from fiction and other races...if they are ever allowed to manifest. Usually Resource Prophets are delegated to low-level jobs like messengers or mailmen.

Her Manifest Plasmatic, instead of a beast, takes the form of a massive mecha from some Asan show she really likes - she is not very adept at using this form of Plasmatic, though. Usually she punches people, though she is trying to manifest both the mech and the sword to...nothing. So, she just punches them.

Fluid Form is not a stream for her, though - Chrysalis instead fires a stream of smaller projectiles, her fractured upbringing making her unable to form a pure stream of Plasma. This frustrates her greatly to see a barrage of small purple bolts and not this massive beam of pure insanity.

Ability Aptitude

Adept at the use of Fluid and Resource Plasmatics, she has managed to get the hang of running and her strength, but her gift of Prophecy is nonexistant. She gets snippets here and there, most of them nothing more than colors or some words. Unlike some others, though, she has been successful in teleportation, managing to go three meters at her best. Usually, though, she ends up teleporting on someone's head.

Out of all three of the Plasmatic types, she is Weakest using Fluid. While her rage can bring forth Resource Weapons, and her deterimination can manifest her unusual mecha, Chrysalis has nothing that she can divert into Fluid. This leaves her unable to adapt to counter anyone whom struggles against a Fluid Prophet, and as such she must get through problems using brute force and quick thinking.

Weaponry/Non-Prophetic Combat Skills

Beyond Prophetic power, she is an expert gymnist...and that is it. The El'Lyssian Pacifism has kept her from learning any real weapons or fighting styles, and not even the Dominion Guard is wholly ready for that. Mostly her people use the Delta Aura, and even then, those who know, who truly know how to use it offensively, rarely raise a finger. Without her Aura she is helpless, and without help she will never be more than a Prophet.

Non-Prophet Combat

Weaponry

None; El'Lyssian culture forbids weaponry, and due to her imprisonment she never got a chance to explore outside of the Academia.

Combat Abilities

Beyond this all, Chrysalis' main strength comes from her imagination. As a Medium Prophet (Pure) she has her own style of combat heavily influenced by her own ideals. If given time to switch between any of the types, she can chain together a devastating series of attacks that can be downright terrifying. This comes in with her title, the Insurgent Archer. Her signature move is using the Asan bow that she was gifted during an exploration excursion out in a Tish. City. Utilizing the bow, she uses it in conjunction with her still shaky Fluid, thpugh she can dump her power into a single powerful, unstable shot takes a lot out of her. Calling it Caladbolg, a single shot from this powerful attack has rended a decrepit, decomissioned fighter in half. If she could access Aura Arena, or even learned to better control her power, possibly she could take out a small gunship. Her clothing allows for her to continually remain manueverable, which can give her time to charge up Caladbolg, for the final shot. Caladbolg is still being developed, as she has nearly blown herself up trying to charge it, and many times it is extremely unstable, not even making it a third of the way. Smaller shots from her bow are simple enough. But otherwise...she has a lot to learn in the fluid discipline.

Her weaknesses lie in her wrath. When angry she goes off and just wants to punch your face in over and over and over. She can lose it sometimes, to the point she can easily be taken out without trying. This translates to her overexerting herself in combat, and since her combat skin isn't the same as true armor that others have on at almost all times, meaning she has to always be on the move or she could risk serious injury or death.

Other Combat Skills

In a bout of irony, she can actually fly a ship. She doesn't have the natural flair, but she has the determination, and as such, Commander Dawn has given her a training fighter to get better at...without weapons, of course.

El'Lyssian Type-2 Training Fighter Haelstorm
Other

Chrysalis is infatuated with Asan shows and animation, and routinely sneaks online to watch the newest episodes of her favorite shows. She also is hopelessly into sweets, and don't get her started on gaming; once they handed her a controller it was all over. Talented at gymanstics, video games, and causing trouble, she dislikes rules, regulations, and overall people who think letting others suffer is okay as long as they are left alone.

Country and Timezone

USA, GTM -6

No clue how I screwed this up Dx also, one more in the pipeline. I just have to get up early ;-;

Xed · Dec 16, 2015

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Wyrick has an intimidating and powerful appearance. His hair is a mix of black and white and his eyes a distinctive bluish green. A tall, muscular and sturdy man with great presence, Wyrick is hard to miss even in a large crowd. He has a crescent moon shaped tattoo that covers the center of his chest and large hands and feet that he usually covers with thick, black, leather gloves and boots. Wyrick's outfit typically consists of fitting long pants with a thigh pouch, belt and a torn up, sleeveless cloak but no shirt to cover up his ripped muscles. He has sharp eyes, thick eyebrows, a cleft chin and bronzed skin with multiple scars littered across his body.

[b]Age[/b]
30 Asan Years
[b]Gender[/b]
Male
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Asan
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Utsuhei
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The Bloodstained Berserker
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Wyrick is a very brief and gruff in manner. He's not a man of many words and has an intimidating stature and manner though it's not always intentional. He's socially awkward and actually a gentle giant but his lack of interaction with others and intimidating appearance hides this. Though a reliable ally on the battlefield and a powerful man, Wyrick is very careless outside of it, prone to breaking things and losing articles, especially technology.

Wyrick isn't very knowledgeable and clueless about most things outside of his culture and fighting. However, he can also be too shy to ask what he doesn't know, especially if everyone else seems to know what they are talking about. Though known for his great strength and power, Wyrick is not very intelligent or fast, often relying on his instincts and guts to make decisions. He's easy to fool as such and also slow on the uptake but incredibly stubborn, often refusing to listen to logic once he has made a  decision with his gut. Being a rather shy person, it takes time for him to open up to others though people tend to see him as cold.

If you overload him with information, Wyrick gets very confused and will tend to go against everything he was told. He believes strongly in his own abilities and doesn't like others telling him how he should do his battles or fight, often refusing advice and stubbornly sticking to his ways unless he's beaten or forced to acknowledge through fighting that he has to change. The arrogance he displays in battle is astounding as the insatiable bloodlust he displays and Wyrick often overestimates his abilities as a result, taking on far more than he can handle. He's a major rule breaker, in part due to his forgetfulness and inability to remember the rules for long periods of time.

When faced with powerful opponents, pushed to the limits or badly wounded in battle, Wyrick tends to lose control and go berserk, becoming incapable of distinguishing between friend and foe, requiring others to subdue him. With his large frame, weapon and rather slow reaction time, Wyrick tends to struggle against fast, small and sneaky opponents who are hard to land hits on and has difficulty trying to be stealthy and sneaky, being more liable to create a ruckus instead. He doesn't work well with others in fight due to being used to fighting on his own and his innate fear of going berserk and killing those around him.

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Wyrick's curiosity leads him to examine items that have sparked it, which often follow with them getting broken. He scratches his head when uncertain and confused though he doesn't always voice it due to his desire not to appear stupid. This rule breaker has a strong urge to take things he's not supposed to such as locked up items and often tries to explore areas that are closed off, causing numerous problems for others.
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[b][u]Background[/u][/b]
Wyrick and Alderic were twin boys born to a pair of loving parents on Utsuhei where he spent his early years a blissfully happy child. His early childhood had been spent with his twin brother Alderic and older brother Olric exploring Utsuhei and playing with the other children who lived nearby. The year he turned 10 and his mother fell ill, Wyrick heard of a herb high up in the mountains that could heal her and sneaked off on his own to try and find it. However, his brother Olric was aware of his plans and followed his younger brother out to protect him from his foolishness, leaving instructions for Alderic to inform their parents of where they went should they fail to return by the next day. The trip ended in a disaster when they were attacked in the mountains by natural aggressors with Olric dying from his wounds and Wyrick kidnapped. When Olric's body was found, both brothers were believed to be dead until Wyrick returned home days later, unable to remember anything with the crescent tattoo on his chest. Following this, he grew to be stronger and larger than most boys in his area, including his brother, his hair eventually changing from being just black to black and white, raising questions about what happened to him.

Not long after Wyrick returned, his mother passed away from her illness and his father died four years later in a mining accident, leaving him and Alderic orphaned. The two brothers were later enlisted as soldiers and moved to Stagen where they faced the planet's harsh environment. Wyrick thrived and grew to become strong and muscular while his younger twin did not and the two were separated when Wyrick was promoted and advanced quickly, leaving Alderic in the dust. He enjoyed the life of a soldier and the fighting, faring well in the army as one of their best young recruits.


At the age of 24, he was reunited with Alderic when his twin was finally deemed battle ready and the two exchange stories about their separate battles and the tales behind each scar they had gained. Everything was good until the first battle they shared. Wyrick was drawn into battle with a powerful opponent and was being overwhelmed when Alderic foolishly jumped in hoping to help his brother. Disaster struck and 
With the loss of the last member of his family, Wyrick disappeared, the survivors of that battle calling him the Bloodstained Berserker. Wyrick has been living in solitude ever since, a wandering traveler who has just recently returned to his home planet of Utsuhei.

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What does your character want from life? Can be both huge and trivial (preferably more than one).
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Xion136 · Dec 16, 2015

Lysiria "Domino" Dawn

Appearance Description

Unlike her rebellious underling, Lysiria is around 4'1. Short as hell, she personifies the David versus Goliath ideal, always fighting those bigger than her - usually literally. Her hair is naturally bi-colored, which is where she gets her nickname, Domino, from. That, and she's clumsy, but more on that later. Her eyes are red, which are mostly common, making her hair the only "special" thing about her. Specifically her eyes are more of a crimson color, reflecting nicely in firelight. In all she is a quite strange appearance...especially when she pulls out her Resource.

Age

26 El'Lyssian years (52 Asan years)

Gender

Female

Species

El'Lyss

Home Planet

Adamia

Height

4'1
Tagline

The Dominion Gunner

Most Defining Personality Traits

Steadfast

Collected

Clumsy

Personality

Unlike Chrysalis, Lysiria is quite collected and not wracked with rage. She is calm and steadfast, ready and willing to do what is necessary for the preservation of the El'Lyss and Academia. This has brought her in direct conflict with the Council, and personally she has a huge dislike for the old thinking...no, a deeply helf hatred is more accurate. She hates the pacifism of the El'Lyss, to rhe point she is ready to topple the government entirely to see her view become realized. But...Domino only wishes to ensure the El'Lyssian species is not wiped out by thos who do not respect total pacifism, and honestly she's tired of letting others die for the sake of this pacifistic living. She fears her Prophecy will come true...she fears that such pacifism, such a perverted way of non combat, will cause the death of every El'Lyss in the universe. And Domino refuses to see her people go into extinction.

Her strength lies in her will, which has allowed to to remain in control of the renegade Chrysalis, has brought her at odds with even her own Dominion Guard. She refuses to allow anyone to break her ironclad rules, which mostly are needed and not frivolous. This of course is a weakness; she trusts too much, and in that trust of people obeying the rules of the Dominion Guard, she leaves herself open. Chrysalis is sure the Council has spies...but Domino refuses to believe those who call for the El'Lyss to rise up and be more than the pacifists in a mountain, could lie. More than once a Council spy has gotten close to her, but Domino refuses to suddenly become a reclusive commander. One can only lead from the front; any who lead from a guided hall or from the pack are cowards who insult every soldier who follows them, and while she was not brought up in the military, she has this mentality, and tends to simply beat up such Cowardly commanders. She just cannot stand for such people.

Quirks, Habits and Mannerisms

She has a habit of knocking stuff over. Literally, her nickname comes from the fact she can, will, and will always knock something over, on purpose or on accident. She is banned from every single library in El'Lyssian territory, and most of Adamia has learned to not let her touch a bookcase. Tables are usually safe.

She also has a small quirk where she will sometimes make a lewd joke. It is unsure to why she will act lewd, but even Chrysalis is utterly baffled by how such a small and ironwilled Commander can make such comments. She has no real target, though she has a preference for females.
Background

She was born to be a warrior. Further on than even Chrysalis, the will and aptitude for weaponry was a gift that Lysiria gained at a very young age. She was brought up, though, in a Council home, attempting to make her the picture of total pacifism...but Lysiria refused outright to become part of a system that she saw as a problem. Academia was amazing, she knew. It's architecture, gothic yet gliding, like something from the mind of a river god. Everything flowed, yet she went against this current. When she turned ten she discovered that she was an Electric Prophet, her elation turned to disgust. She was a Resource Prophet, and with no cultural weapons, she had nothing to do. While her Fluid and Manifest classmates learned how to use their gifts for the betterment of Academia, she herself was left to learn the physical gifts.

She gave up. Lysiria left the capitol of Academia behind, going off to travel the other El'Lyssian cities, such as Arkania, Damora, Ereshkigal, and among these travels she discovered something...the El'Lyss were not inherently total pacifists. Records wiped from the libraries of Academia, the scrolls of Ereshkigal, the scribes of Arkania. In all of these she followed the trail as far as she could go, until finally she discovered, in the catacombs of the small city of Jocasta, a hidden library. For once managing to NOT break everything, Lysiria learned the darkest of all El'Lyssian secrets.

Leaving Adamia with her parent's small shuttle, she took a flight to meditate with the Delta Aura. Maybe, if she looked to the Aura itself, she might learn more about it, herself, and maybe, what to do with the secret that she had learned.

What she got, was a Prophecy. A Prophecy that foretold the destruction of her people, the ruin of Academia, by the ideal of complete and total pacifism. It was in their refusal to act that her only clear prophecy would tell her. And so, she went. She search Chokedan, she searched the stars, until she finally she found it. The wreck of an Asan warship, left to drift in an asteroid field. Finding it gutted and mostly ruined, she saw something in it. And so, returning to Academia, she spent the next five years gathering personel, supplies, and support. She, in the finally pressurized bridge of the ruined Asan warship, Lysiria "Domino" Dawn created the Dominion Guard - and swore to save her people, no matter the cost.

Goals

Major:

-To Preserve the El'Lyss species as a whole, even if it means causing a civil war.

-To ensure no other Resource Prophets would ever be left without weapons again

-The learn from the Purists, and become a better Prophet

Trivial:

-Discover the perfect chill pill for Chrysalis
Allegiance

The Dominion Guard

Aspires: Purist

Prophet Combat

Plasmatics Type

Electric Resource Prophet

Plasmatic Abilities

As a Resource Prophet, her Resource is a giant hammer. Calling it Stormbreaker, the girl is extremely poficent in using it, and sometimes enjoys swinging it a little too much. She has learned how to use the excess momentum to ensure her follow ups are better, though her hammer is still being perfected - it tends to start breaking down after a few hard hits, mainly due to her managing to form it relatively recently.

Ability Aptitude

Due to her people's lack of weaponry her abilities in weapon crafting are far behind those who trained since childhood to wield a Resource. She has had to make do with using her holographic memory to go and work on learning the cultural weapons of other species, and in her five years of working to ensure her new ship would work, she took spare time to learn more and more about weaponry.

In the elements of physical strenght and speed, she cannot run very fast but she is extremely strong. Due to being slower than most she has built up her strength, allowing her to wield the laser gatling gun she procured from the black market with a hilarious ease that actually is a facade; she struggles still.

In Prophecy, she has not had a clear prophecy since she learned the location of the lost, wrecked Asan warship. Mostly it is small things, once actually managing to avoid knocking over a line of missiles and blowing everyone sky high. She hopes that, if the Purists will allow her and chrysalis to train, that she can see more Prophecy, and hopefully, one day, see the entire Prophecy about her people.

She has managed to go four meters when teleporting at her best, but averages two, and can do a total of four in a row before her exhaustion is evident. She has topped off at seven teleports at full strength, and strives to one day beat the six meter mark.

Weaponry/Non-Prophetic Combat Skills

Non-Prophet Combat

Weaponry

A Laser Gatling Gun that is equipped with an antigrav system to assist with holding. She also has a small laser pistol, just in case.

Combat Abilities

Her strength relies in her ability to stay away using her enhanced mobility, though she falls in running. She is not good at running at all, meaning her main forms of escape are acrobatics and teleportation. She also is good at hitting people with her massive gun.

Other Combat Skills

She is a charismatic leader who commands the respect and admiration of the Dominion Guard and even some of the Council she once had been an aspirant of. Her ship, the only weaponized vessel under El'Lyssian command, is still being constructed from the gutted hull of an Asan warship, an older model lost and left to the expanse of space. She has been trying to gain weaponized fighters, though it is a slow process, since she does not have the full resource backing of the Council, and must make do with the black market and any older models she can find in debris fields, which are few and far between.

The Intervention
Other

Domino is interested in many things, mostly politics, Prophets, guns, ships, etc. She wishes to know more so that, one day, she can be the best Prophet...no, the best El'Lyss she can. She dislikes the Council, she hates total pacifism, and above all, she hates the dark secret of the El'Lyss, and never wants her people to fall so far again. A Talented leader and commander, her only hobby is Asan comics.

Country and Timezone

USA GMT -6

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Took forever ;-; couldn't get it done last night as I wanted. But here she is. Leader of the El'Lyssian Domninion Guard and owner of the only armed El'Lyssian vessel ever... Lysiria "Domino" Dawn.

Felix · Dec 18, 2015

Sétanta Igramo’el

He uses Seth or Zephania more often

Appearance Description

Sétanta has a small, but muscular swimmers build, lean with broad shoulders and a huge chest. His skin is deeply tanned by years of work in the forge and living in the jungle. Various scars (also originating from the forge and jungle) and tribal tattoos make for an intriguing network of lines on his skin. His soft features make him appear much younger than he is, though that image completely vanishes when you look into his eyes. His light brown eyes show the pain, as if the things they have seen left a mark that can never be removed. Even when he laughs they look sad. His hair is light brown as well, but appears almost golden in warm sunlight (like in an Indian summer). He has dark symmetrical eyebrows, a small nose and soft lips with a little scar.

He usually wears a black sleeveless hoodie, khaki trousers wit knee pads and heavy hobnail boots. He also owns a light grey leather vest (handmade from Bigurel hide), a green camouflage raincoat and a ceremonial robe from his tribe, but he rarely wears those.

Age

36 Rindian years (27 Asan years)

Gender

Male

Species

Asan

Home Planet

Rindia (see bio)

Height

5'8"
Tagline

The Silent Survivor or The Mad Mechanic

Most Defining Personality Traits

Determined, Temperamental and Resourceful

Personality

Sétanta is very sensitive. The guilt for the victims of his curse ways him down all the time, though he tries not to show it. He appears to be very aloof and cagey at first. He distrusts almost anyone and anything and says as little as possible, which makes building relationships with him a hard and slow process. When you say or do something that relates to a painful subject, Sétanta will easily snap, even if you did not mean it that way. When he gets mad he will shout, leave or even attack the offender. He has little self-control in these situations and it takes a lot of time to calm down and forgive the offender. These fits always leave him empty and depressed afterwards, which make him even more closed off.

Sétanta loves competition, never backs down from a challenge and once he has set his mind on a certain goal he will not rest before he achieves it (even if the goal doesn't prove worthy anymore). He will use any means necessary to achieve his goals, sometimes the means don’t even exist yet. He is very creative in finding/inventing those means. On top of his already temperamental nature he also gets really angry when people don't acknowledge his or have critique on the way he handles problems. He gets even more frustrated when he fails because things don't go the way he wanted them to.You better leave him alone when he is working on a problem, he will solve them eventually. When you’re in his way it will only go that much slower.

On vary rare moments his former self comes through again. When he is in a good mood, with people he trusts, you can see slivers of his childlike wonder and curiousity. It's just the faintest spark, visible for only a short moment of vulnerability. Don't try to grasp it or it will seem as if it was never there in the first place.

Quirks, Habits and Mannerisms

When he is nervous or frustrated his hands will start fidgeting with anything at hand. His hands start tinkering on small machines and dissembling them without Sétanta noticing. He leaves behind a trail of half-finished inventions and engines. Some of them can be quite dangerous, so watch your step.
Background

Little is known about Sétanta’s birth or his parents. His life story begins when Sandor, the elder of the Igramo’el tribe, spotted a meteor crashing near their settlement. He sent out a group of hunters to inspect it. They found the wreckage of a small spacecraft. There was not much left of the ship, just a huge pile of debris in a crater. When they searched the debris for survivors the found a sleeping baby who had somehow survived. They brought him back to their camp and consulted their elder. He immediately knew that it was the baby of the prophecy that was passed down from elder to elder. He told the tribe as much and advised them to adopt the boy. The chief saw it at his personal duty. He and his pregnant wife took the boy in and called him Sétanta, which means sky born.

Centuries ago, before the Asans came, the Rindians lived in tribes, each ruled by their own chief and elder. The chiefs where responsible for the physical leadership and the elder for spiritual guidance (it was based on Delta aura, but they named it differently). One elder of the biggest tribe, the Igramo'el, had a vision. It went as follows (in Rindian it rhymes, but I took the courtesy of translating it for you):

A little boy will be born from the sky in a flash of light

The spirit that walks with him will be the greatest

leaving scourge marks wherever its paws tread

burning is the path that leads to Rindia's salvation

Most tribes vanished over time, but not the Igramo'el tribe. The elders of the prophecy passed down the prophecy. Finally, the prophecy has been set in motion.

Sétanta grew up in the customs of the tribe. When he was able to walk properly the huntsmen took him hunting. That way, all children of the tribe learned the dangers of the jungles. They taught him basic survival skills, how to handle weapons and how to be unnoticeable for prey. When he turned 10 the children were asigned to a job in the settlement. Sétanta was assigned to become the next elder. When he got back from hunting he would go to the elder to train. The elder was teaching him a thing called spirit walking. During these sessions Sétanta would pass out, letting his guardian spirit take over. Sétanta was very curious about the astonishing beauty and danger of nature. He especially liked his time with Sandor because the elder had an answer for almost every question and when he didn't have a straight answer he would think of a way to deduct the answer.

His wonderment would soon come to an end. Like all kids of the tribe he had to prove his worth before becoming a full member of the tribe. In the month before his 20th birthday he had to survive on his own in the jungle, only using a ceremonial wooden knife. The blackouts for spirit walking began to occur more often and without Sétanta's consent. When the month was finally over he returned to the settlement or rather what was left of it. The town was in ruins, most houses where burned to the ground and those that were still standing had big slash marks on them. All tribesmen that survived where gone, the charred corpses left behind. Sétanta couldn’t bring himself to bury them and fled the place.

Somehow, after months of wandering to the jungle in which he had no sense of time and in which he almost went insane of grieve, Sétanta found himself in the city of Razula, capital of Rindia with the biggest spaceport of the planet. He lived on the street for several months, his survival instincts helping him get through. The hardships of the street hardened him for his sadness, turning his trauma more into rage. A Forgemaster took pity in him and offered him a job as apprentice. He taught Sétanta the basics of engineering. He saw that Sétanta had a lot of potential, so when he had taught everything he knew he sent him to work in the forges of the university. It was a low-paid job with terrible working conditions, but it would help Sétanta become a better mechanic. A few weeks back Sétanta got a visit from Sandor, the tribe’s elder. Just at that moment there was a huge explosion in the forges and Sétanta blacked out. When he became conscious he saw the lethally wounded Sandor. The man whispered three last words before he passed away. The words were: “Find Erlothe Garlient”.

A research in the university library didn’t give any answers. He did find that Erlothe is on the high council of the purists. After some more research he found that the council should be situated on the mystical planet Chokeden. He searched in the spaceport for a ship to take him there, but the people just laughed at him. Almost everyone is prohibited to land there. He got on board of a shady ship because the captain told him he could bring him there. It turned out the captain just wanted him for his mechanic skills. He forced Sétanta to make the ship undetectable so he could go on with his smuggling bussiness. Pretending to make what the captain asked for, Sétanta secretely built an escapepod. He rigged the ships engine and took off in his pod. A few days ago the pod crashed on a desert planet. Sétanta used his skills to survive and is now searching for signs of civilisation on the planet.

Goals

Sétanta wants to know how to lift his curse. He cannot bear the guilt of all the people that died in the path of destruction he leaves behind. He thinks that Erlothe Garlient of the high council of purists holds the answers. Now he is looking for a ship to take him to Chokeden.

In a way he is looking for revenge on the person, thing or power that constantly destroys his life when it is about to become better. He does not know what it is yet, but he swore to kill it when he finds out.

The blackouts and dreams are really nagging him. He wants to know what they mean and why they only occur to him.
Allegiance

Has not chosen an allegiance yet

Prophet Combat

Plasmatics Type

Manifest Fire Plasmatic

Plasmatic Abilities

Sétanta’s manifestation takes the form of a 4 foot tall lion-like beast. It has a feline head with sharp teeth and fiery manes. It has big hind legs with which he can jump up to 20 feet (from standstill with normal gravity) and run 60mph for a short period of time (<15 min). His front paws have some serious talons that can do some serious damage, but are relatively slow. His attacks are fast and powerful, but not accurate. If he misses target it takes a lot of time to stop his movement and try a new attack. In beast form, Sétanta won’t take in his surroundings, which makes him very vulnerable for attacks and dangers that are not caused by the ones he is fighting. On top of that, the beast form is a manifestation of Sétanta’s subconsciousness and is therefore very hard to control. It runs rampant very easily.

Ability Aptitude

Sétanta is not aware of his abilities with Delta Plasma yet. He thinks it some sort of connection to the spiritual world on Rindia. He doesn’t know about his manifestation and has no control over it (he blacks out when it surfaces). He does know that he has heightened senses and heightened mobility, but he thinks that’s due to the time he lived in the jungles of Rindia. These abilities are already advanced. He has never been able to teleport or spacewalk (he simply doesn’t know it’s possible). His dreams are full of prophecies, but they are vague and unclear. Sétanta thinks they are just slivers of his own imagination since Sandor never told him about those. Though most of the time he doesn’t even remember them.

Non-Prophet Combat

Weaponry

He always carries a machete the length of his forearm and a laser gun in the form of a blowpipe (Rindia style) that can also be used as an electric baton on his belt (the blowpipe is retractable). He also owns a ceremonial wooden dagger from his tribe, but it’s more of a relic and not meant for fighting.

Combat Abilities

Sétanta is very adept with his machete and blowpipe. He is always light on his feet and can deal some serious blows. Since he used his weapons mostly for hunting he can’t handle resistance well. He can avoid your attacks by jumping to the side, but he cannot block direct hits.

Other Combat Skills

Sétanta is a skillful mechanic. He can repair almost anything from small weapons to simple space engines. His specialty is adapting machinery to suit new needs. For instance changing the inner workings of an engine to enable a space ship to go under water.
Other

He likes tinkering and arts, but hates pretentious artists. He always tries to make a perfect combination of nature and mechanics in his work. Both can be really dangerous, but at the same time also intruigingly beautiful.

Country and Timezone

The Netherlands (GMT+1)

The dark red text is about things which Sétanta does not know about, but are parts of his character nonetheless.

Nero Kunivas · Dec 19, 2015

Lost my damn sign-up sheet again....

Charcoal · Dec 20, 2015

Arawen Terra

Appearance Description

A contemplative looking figure of perhaps a little over six foot - his form is relatively thin, torso being short compared to his longer, but graceful looking legs. He shows perhaps a little muscle about the torso, his arms displaying the slightest hint of his years of intense exercise to hone his body in his variety of meditation based practices. Across much of his lower torso and forearm, one can find a huge variety of small cuts and scars from some years prior, it would seem. Features wise, he displays his youthfulness most in his high cheekbones, and deep, dark eyes of a hazel-ish colouration. His hair is of a complementing dark tone, somewhere between the tones of bark and obsidian - in the warmth of sun light, it tends to glow with a certain golden hue. In terms of clothing, he dons simple robes of a bland beige tone, strong and sturdy despite their shabby appearance, they endow him with a regal aura of continued and consuming calm.

26

Male

Asan

Utsuhei

6”1
Personality

Always a distant soul with an acute attention to detail, profound self-awareness and introspective qualities. Even whilst young, Arawen showcased an ability to remain incredibly quiet for a young mind, and diligently digest information whilst carefully storing it away for later use. His ability to learn not so much as “quickly”, but “thoroughly” was a quality that gave him a generally likeable facade of being a consort; if ever asked, he can keep a secret well and with what one might call pride, out of his understanding of the gift he has been entrusted with by another. This is perhaps another of his attributes; possibly due to his deep understanding relating to himself, he regularly interprets the actions of others to have deeper meanings, attempting to glean the inner workings of the individual's mind.

This attempt to glean has led to some unfortunate situations in some infrequent encounters, as he misinterprets with a regularity that he has yet to notice. Perhaps it is this distance and perceived ability to predict, that sometimes comes off as aloofness; this manages to get him into trouble when dealing with high strung individuals who may take his words as criticism where he means it only as an observation.

Whilst this may make him seem somewhat cold, it is generally only upon first meeting him; it becomes genuinely clear when with him for but a short spell, his continued approach to others. Rarely will he avert his gaze from another whilst speaking, attentive not only in gesture but in mind. In much the same way as when young, he carefully analyzes and stores away the information told to him, finding this as cherishable as a secret. For this reason, those who are open with him and find him likeable enough to share information with, will notice a vicious cycle; the more information that they reveal to him, the more he seems to pay them attention, and thusly the more friendly he becomes, and the more easy it seems to converse with him. In this way all of his true relationships have been long lasting, based upon both his attention, and the good humour and accepting nature of the other individual.

Quirks, Habits and Mannerisms

Whilst in conversation he is likely to prop his head up on his hands whilst at a table, and when standing, simply fold them before him and commence what one might call a stare. Though others generally perceive this as somewhat unsettling, Arawen is simply attempting to demonstrate his interest and concern for the conversation being had with the other participant.
Background

Born to a small mining town upon the surface of Utsuhei, his family are comparatively normal when taking into account the other families in the area. Relatively large with perhaps three children, hardworking, maintaining a strong work ethic with which the attempt to endow their children. This took well to all of Arawen’s siblings, including himself - of all the daily tasks that he was given, travelling out into the forest to gather tinder for the winter fire was something he even considered a treat. The sounds of the leaves beneath the boot, animals scurrying back and forth, owls in the trees, the many odd forms of alien wildlife that seem so strange to many. The overpowering “wholeness” of it, as a single entity made of many parts that seemed to breathe and act as one - where a twig was broken, an animal would move, and that movement would startle another creature, who would land upon a branch and set it to shaking, disturbing the birds nest that sent further debris crashing to the ground. . . the domino effect that permeated and connected the woodland. In this way he began to look for this not only here, but in his home town, attempting to glean how that effect worked for them. How single events amassed to other greater ones, how each piece of information had consequence and importance in the small community. This practice and interest honed his mind, and as he grew older, his forest excursions grew more daring and sometimes unreasonable, Arawen taking to vanishing for hours at a time to watch something he had found some days before. He had many a close encounter with some particularly aggressive denizens of the planet, giving him a variety of minor scars across his arms and torso where he worked to defend himself.

Upon reaching perhaps thirteen, his excursions had become long observations that even his family tried to make allowances for, being his favoured pastime. One day a week, he would have hours to himself to go out and survey the landscape, gathering odd findings and bringing them back. This proved on occasion to be useful, where he brought back strong and suitable sticks for further reinforcement of the housing, stones weighty enough for paper weights, trinkets for his younger cousins from other families to enjoy, a true host of treasures for all. This brought him further acceptance, and by fourteen he was given even more time, beginning to scout and even attempt to map some of the surrounding area. Around this time, he came upon a small glen, hidden behind a hill some miles beyond the town. Here, he found what he assumed to be a hermit, sitting by a campfire with plain robes that did not proclaim him of any particular status.

Eyes of bronze looked up to greet the golden haired boy, locks burning brightly in the sunlight of a late spring day. He was of Asan descent, elderly and displaying perhaps seventy or so years of age - his hair had turned to silver some time ago, giving off its own brand of brightness in the warm sunlight. Beckoning over the young Arawen, laden with scavengers as he was, the two commenced an oddly thorough discussion upon the village, how Arawen liked it here, what he felt about things beyond this planet, how he felt about the rest of the solar system and the goings on there. The conversation, the words of the elderly gentleman seemed to touch on things about Arawen that he had never divulged to anyone else, and so he enquired as to the origin of the old man's knowings. He responded with a simple, matter of fact statement as to the nature of the Delta, and the nature and importance of attaining the ability to use prophesy by it. This finally led to the topic of Arawen, and a fleeting vision of a golden haired boy in this very glen. With this, he extended a hand to the child; a handshake of mutual respect, and a bond was truly and properly fostered between the two.

His parents showed some accepting for much of Arawen’s time to be devoted elsewhere, now that he was fourteen, and his younger siblings had grown to an age they could fill in for him. The gentleman began teaching him of the philosophy he called the “balance”, and they began working on honing his wandering mind, into one that could meditate and control itself internally. As time went on, his own view of balance began to surface - destruction and death, as he had seen in the forest, were needed parts of the universe. Essential, important facets of the functions of life and death - and yet, war was unacceptable. A grievous overpowering of death and chaos, not spontaneous and fleeting as it should be, as all things should be. Life should come briefly, be lived full and well, should be full and family and friends, and then, after such a short time, should come to an end where it was ready to. There should be no overpowering of that. One should live to a ripe age, giving all they can, and then pass into the eternity beyond; war, cut down the lives of so many, disrupted this flow and emotion from person to person so harmfully that the wounds would never truly heal.

Years passed as he honed himself, found the teachings of the gentleman(by now having revealed his name as Calian) to his liking and agreement, and eventually gained true faith in the work of the Delta Force as a means of bringing about balance in the way of things, in the living, and the dying. With continued practice and concentration, the ebb and flow of the Delta about Arawen became apparent, much to the delight of Calian. Teaching in basic martial arts, of a health keeping nature (think Tai Chi) became an apparent and useful exercise, which both embarked upon with great enjoyment. This eventually progressed into more combatives styles, the two first using sticks found on the forest floor to act as weapons. Control of his body came after further years, being now perhaps sixteen - with this conjoining of his mental control, and bodily control, lessons in using his latent ability with the Delta became intertwined with meditation and the continued honing of Arawen’s body. His control came in fits and starts at first, great concentration required with no small amount of humming and chant based meditation required to lull him into an even deeper sense of control; in those instances where this succeeded, moments of bright, golden yellow light would manifest, sparking and arcing about his palms as it attempted to condense into a single line. This would never last long enough for this to take place, however, and the curling mass of aura would vanish swiftly. However, even this was enough to draw a grin from the now parent-like figure of Calian, and the two would take to minor celebration after even this small victory.

As time wore on, the two continued to train in this way and Arawen became well versed in the powers he commanded. The time did not do well for Calian, and eventually he fell into a state of illness that required that he take permanent village in the town so that he could be seen to properly. The villagers were grateful to him for bringing a little enlightenment to one of their own, and so he was cared for several months, until the sickness took him and left his student to wander. In the final days of his life, Calian made it clear to his student that travelling to Chokeden, to the monestary there was of utmost importance. Waiting only until his master had passed, Arawen ventured to this home of the Purists aboard a passing freighter. He has since spent several months there, getting to know a small section of teachers and students and showcasing his ability when called upon to demonstrate. Now that the Azulian gathering is upon the brotherhood, he has been sent to enjoy the festivities and further socialise and learn about those among the group.

Goals

To further the final wish of his master to make himself known among the brotherhood, and further those he finds there as best he can.

To make use of that which he has been taught and attempt to quell hostility across the solar system.

To maintain a connection to his homeworld and make sure to visit his home as often as he can, being the good son that he is.
Allegiance

Purists.CENTER]

Prophet Combat

Plasmatics Type

Plasmatic Abilities

Arawen makes use of Resource-type plasmatics, and so makes a weapon of his own design - this being a short, curved knife of sorts perhaps 45 centimetres in length. The blade design is chunky and relatively thick. His plasma type is of the electrical variety, and so gives a sharp shock upon contact with the unfortunate victim.

Being such a short blade, his strengths are evident in his great agility and speed, the size and shape of the blade making it easily maneuverable and useful against other swift opponents. This makes him difficult to parry, as well, as his blade is so short and troublesome to allow for.

This being said, if another armed opponent is competent enough when fighting against short bladed weaponry, he can be in serious trouble. Against spears, javelins and the like, he can be in even greater trouble with the length of the weapons shaft (tee hee, I know, but it’s the technical term!). In addition, that short blade length leaves for him even less room for defense when against an aggressive opponent.

Ability Aptitude

How developed is your character in the various gifts of a Prophet?

Being in the forest, Arawen and his master spent most of their time honing his passive skills of agility and concentration upon the flow of the Delta. As he has not had the chance to properly intercept the goings on of other Prophets, he does still lack the ability to pinpoint ongoing battles between Prophets. His agility, however, is well practiced, and so it could be said to be his greatest passive ability. As yet, he has not had the time to have been shown the technique required for any other skill but these two - these most basic of principles.

Weaponry/Non-Prophetic Combat Skills

Non-Prophet Combat

Weaponry

N/A

Combat Abilities

Having been trained in basic martial arts, he has a fair understanding of combat, and has taken many hours honing his weapon control. In combat, he is graceful as well as practical, whatever flair is not needed removed, and whatever style is required, used. This practicality makes him a sturdy force despite the shape of his weapon, and so wearing him down becomes difficult due to his deftness and physical capability. However, for all the reasons above he still lacks in combat, being adaptive but lacking any true style that defines him, making him an easily manipulated opponent of this is noticed.

Other Combat Skills

His skill with Tai Chi is perhaps useful when relaxing after a fight, though he present no skills other than those listed.
Other

Highly intrigued in anything to do with simple exploration - a real love of the earth beneath his feet.

Large crowds/generally too much noise, being the antithesis of his homeworld, are generally found to be greatly disliked.

Country and Timezone

England - GMT

Tagline

Attentive Listener, Forest Wanderer

Most Defining Personality Traits

Calm, collected, thoughtful

Detective Rascal · Dec 23, 2015

Emma Devins

Appearance Description

Emma stands at around 5'4", with a slight slouch and tired looking eyes. Her eye's are a dark brown, while her hair is a natural black, with a short haircut and some part of her head being shaven. While naturally Emma's skin is olive toned, most of her is covered up by clothes, and therefore looks quite pale for someone with her skin colour.

Emma's usual attire is a big puffy jacket over a black shirt or singlet, with cargo pants and boots. She keeps herself comfortable and warm, with her pants having special modifications so she can reach her prosthetic limb with ease.

Age

19

Gender

Female

Species

Asan

Home Planet

Zeus

Height

5'4"
Tagline

The Hopeless Kid

Most Defining Personality Traits

Sarcastic, Intelligent, Depressive.

Personality

Emma does have a bit of a teens personality; sarcastic, a little rebellious, a bit reckless, but she also differs a little too. She can make decisions between safety and death, and not pick the hero's choice. She always tries to go over each consequence of an action before she takes it, if she can, and sometimes she uses her faith to guide her. Emma probably does have some hero's ideals inside her, but she's bound to make a choice that keeps her alive before she has to sacrifice herself, sometimes she will make the choice that makes the most sense, even if it isn't exactly 'right'.

Though, like any teen, Emma can't exactly run away from the angsty parts of life. She has a near self-deprecating or morbid humor, along with a bit of self doubt that makes her Prophet abilities falter at the most important times, and sometimes she will lash out with emotions and stress.

But, there's a bit of light in the darker parts. Due to how and where she grew up, Emma is bound to almost be completely understanding to anyone she comes across. She may not like you all that well, but she'll understand your decisions and try to take the situation through your eyes.

Quirks, Habits and Mannerisms

Emma has a habit of putting pressure in the crook of her left leg and hip when she sits down. From the days when it hurt immensely to walk, putting a little pressure in that spot lessened it to a point where she could handle it, and she's never stopped doing it.

She also walks with a slight limp when she's not focused or when she's relaxed, and when completely out of it or in great pain, she'll have a more pronounced limp with her left leg.
Background

Emma had been born and raised on Zeus, with only her Grandma acting as her parent since Emma had been a small girl. Emma never had any contact with her parents; she didn't know who they were and probably the only time she ever came in contact with them was when she was born. Her Grandma hadn't supplied any information to Emma either, other than her parents being important, and that they were probably dead at this point, her parents were a mystery for her.

Though it was just Emma and her elder trying to survive the built up world of Zeus, and so both lived in poverty for most of Emma's life. Food was not on the table everyday of the week, things weren't I'm uncultured and clean every month of the year, and living in the dirty streets meant more illness than anyone should have to go through.

Emma grew up sick and tired for most of her childhood, with only a few good moments and memories here and there. It was life, and Emma understood and accepted those facts very early on in her life.

Though, living on a planet like Zeus, accidents were bound to happen.

At the age of 7 Emma lost her left leg. It was purely an accident; a pipe that was being used to transport everyday house resources like water, electricity, gas, exploded in the area Emma was playing in with friends. A couple kids died, a few survived with missing limbs, and Emma was one of those kids who had to crawl away from the scene, because she couldn't exactly walk away from it.

It forced Emma's Grandma to spend almost all her money to pay for a replacement for Emma's lost limb, a prosthetic that was enough for her to use, so that she could walk on her own again. Nearly every year Emma's leg had to be replaced as well, with growth spurts and outdated technology, it was necessary but extremely costly.

As soon as Emma reached her teenage years, her systems started to go through puberty, and for the most part Emma started to go through Hell. Her Immune system crashed, making her sickly ill for years, and with added pressures of not being able to get help and living in poor conditions, both Emma and her Grandma had low hopes for her survival.

But, Emma didn't die, in fact she survived pretty well. With having to lug around a heavy piece of hardware while being extremely weak, Emma had gained a surprising amount of strength in a lot of areas of her body. With getting sick with nearly every disease squirming in the streets, Emma had gained an actual good immunity. With surviving against all odds, Emma had gained a bit of faith in herself.

That was the start of her Prophet journey.

It was never meant to be a part of her life, in fact when she had first realized that she had Plasmatic powers she didn't even know a thing about them! It took a little research on Emma's part, but eventually she had learned a little about Prophets and what was going on, and that she could train herself to pretty much be a superhero.

Goals

To become somewhat of an okay Prophet, and have at least someone look up to her as a hero.

Emma also wants to find out more about her parents, but this goal is pretty much buried under everything else.
Allegiance

Other

Emma hasn't had a chance to properly align herself, though she swings the more purest way than Squadron.

Prophet Combat

Plasmatics Type

Electric Medium Plasmatic

Plasmatic Abilities

As a Medium, Emma can switch between fluid, resource, and Manifest. Though, don't expect anything grand from Emma. She can do small shock attacks in her fluid actions, though they can take some concentration to do, but she's capable of of doing larger shocks to bodies if she has time. Resource and Manifest have never come to a stable state before for Emma, but she has idea that her Resource item may be a set of gauntlets, and that her Manifest may be a large feline that used to live on the Asan Homeplanet Earth. She isn't sure, but during her training, she's seen glimpses, so she has a good idea.

Emma's plasmatic colour is a kind of dull yellow, like a goldish colour.

Ability Aptitude

Emma hasn't exactly gotten far with her training, and in no way is she a master. Most of the time, she doesn't even realize that she's used an ability; like with heightened mobility or Prophecy. Sometimes it's an inkling feeling not to go one way or another, or jumping a little higher than she expected.

Sometimes abilities happen at slightly random times, or are at least unexpected, like with teleporting. She's really not under all that much control of her abilities.

Weaponry/Non-Prophetic Combat Skills

Emma grew up in the streets, so she knows how to throw a punch, and knows how to make it hurt. Akin to like a boxing kind of fighting style, though usually staying in the one spot if she can, due to her leg.

Also has a small pocket knife.

Other Combat Skills

Emma's good with tech, on account that she's had to repair her leg so many times, and having a little clue with what your doing on a computer can save or destroy lives too.
Other

Emma knows how to do things like cook, make a budget, find a bargain, and the like. The streets taught her some things, along with basic medical aid as well. Though she may not know a lot about what's off Zeus or about Prophets, she likes and wants to learn.

Country and Timezone

Australia (WA), GMT +8

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