Iliyana Kis
Name:
Iliyana Kis
Height:
5’6
Weight:
~130 Ibs
Age:
28
Race/Species:
Iliyana is a human, but the circumstances of her ‘birth’ differentiate her from the majority of her species. Gestated in an artificial womb, Iliyana was more designed than born. The result of an engineered ovum being fertilized by a likewise engineered sample of male gametes, Iliyana need not fear any of the multitude genetic disorders normal humans are susceptible to. She is one among thousands of siblings produced from the same modified genetic material. As much tools as people, Iliyana and her many siblings were created to be both ideal humans and ideal soldiers. However, they are not clones. While engineered samples were combined to facilitate the birth of Iliyana and her siblings, they were allowed to combine without interference. In this way greater genetic diversity could be accomplished. Perhaps more complex than simple cloning, the goal of the process was to promote genetic diversity and limit the effect of targeted enemy bioweapons.
Tier/Influence:
3; No more physically capable than any other fit Human, Iliyana is a threat because of what she has more than what she is.
Group(s):
Harmonious Network
Appearance:
Slim, fit, wearing her black hair short out of habit, all together these things make Iliyana a rather unremarkable woman at first glance. It is the scars left from a life at war that make her notable. Her face remains lightly scarred from the laser burn that took her eyes; each of which have been replaced by metallic spheres with small cameras acting as 'pupils'.
Personality:
Iliyana can best be described as a flawed stoic. While not laconic by any measure, she makes a considerable effort to avoid expressing discomfort in any given situation. It would seem that to her silence is more valuable than petty quibbling. However, when she does choose to voice her protest the vitriolic tirades that result can go on deep into the night, often ending only when an inevitable fistfight begins. Outside of her infrequent rants most would characterize her as being artificially cordial. She speaks softly, answers questions directly, and comes off as utterly inoffensive. Yet she rarely speaks with genuine warmth. Her tone often betrays disinterest or impatience even as her words paint an image of courtesy.
Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:
- ( 3 ) ARM Neural Interface – Implanted in Iliyana’s brain at a young age, the ARM Neural Interface was designed to reduce the natural delay in a pilots reaction times by transmitting commands directly from the brain to the space craft. While the system is useless to an untrained pilot, experienced users are able to gain a significant advantage over equally skilled peers who lack the technology.
- ( 2 ) Fighter Pilot – Iliyana has extensive training and combat experience. While not the greatest star pilot in the galaxy, or even the Myrlian Belt, she is more than proficient. With fighter pilots sustaining casualty rates of 12-28% per year of service, her very survival is testament to her skill.
- ( 2 ) Military Training – Pilots, like most soldiers, go through general marksmanship and combat training. For Iliyana this training started long before it would have for most normal soldiers, and as a result she is proficient in a number of military disciplines. Marksmanship, unarmed combat, wilderness survival, Iliyana may not be an expert at any of these things, but she is a mark above most in all of them.
- ( 1 ) Cybernetic Eyes – Iliyana lost her eyes to dazzler weapons years ago, but thanks to these replacements she maintains her sight. Simple mass produced military grade prosthetics, these eyes are a far cry from the advanced consumer grade products used by rich eccentrics. They are capable of limited magnification, but otherwise are as capable as normal eyes, if not a bit more durable.
Items:
- ( 4 ) SF-31 Melierax -- Not maneuverable enough to seriously be called a space supremacy fighter, nor well-armed enough to be called a bomber, the Melierax is a jack of all trades and master of none. Used for atmospheric bombing, space attack, close space support, and anything in between, the SF-31 makes up in flexibility what it sacrifices in capability. With its two automatic railguns the fighter is capable of disabling main battle tanks in strafing runs; when engaging heavier targets it can draw upon two internal bomb bays and whatever munitions they may carry. Furthermore the spacecraft boasts extreme durability, able to go years without serious maintenance or repair so long as it takes no significant damage.
- ( 2 ) Light Gas Personal Defense Weapon -- Issued to all ARM pilots, this light gas gun is a cheap and concealable personal defense weapon. An automatic PDW firing 5mm projectiles at three kilometers per second, the weapon is capable of effective close range fire.
History:
Forty three years ago the Directorate of Myr withdrew from the star cluster that bore its name, and war has been a constant ever since. Of the many worlds that once prospered under the gentle care of the Directorate, all but a few have fallen to pieces in the near half century of its absence. Sebet is but one of those orphaned and shattered worlds. In days past, when Myrlian Belt was a bountiful and promising place, Sebet was the site of a rare congregation of Humanity. Humans from across the network moved to the industrious planet in the hope of finding a new home away from a society that seemed ever more alien and unwelcoming to them. There they found what they sought, for a time. When the Directorate departed, and when the belt fell to chaos, the once hopeful people of Sebet felt only betrayal. Their precious bastion of mankind had fallen under siege, and they knew precisely who to blame: everyone else. Anyone not human, not one of them, was a traitorous enemy. In the early days of the Directorates absence Sebet did not fall to the barbarism of warlords like its neighbouring worlds, but to the barbarism of the masses. Purge after purge turned a human majority world into a human exclusive world.
The people of Sebet might have been content in their genocide, if the outside world had not come for them soon after. While they hung the innocent in the streets the belt had changed. Warships belonging to ambitious dictators from other sundered planets choked the skies; Sebet was too precious a thing to be left to the crazed humans who inhabited it. To survive this onslaught that came from all directions the people of Sebet banded together and dug in. Massive bunkers, endless tunnels, enormous defensive weapons, Sebet became a fortress to protect what remained of its people. In those bunkers a new philosophy was born. The purge had not been enough; so long as the alien threat remained Humanity would never be safe. In the ashes of their once thriving home the men and women of Sebet formed a bond in blood and hate. The Army for the Restoration of Man had been born.
After decades of war the ARM began to weaken, and this is where the story of Iliyana Kis begins. To bolster their falling number the subterranean xenophobes of Sebet conspired to create a new, pure, humanity. Batches of twenty thousand children at a time born from modified and replicated genetic material. An army of siblings, a new brother and sisterhood of man to win the war that had taken so much.
Twenty eight years ago Iliyana was ‘born’ a member of the new second army. Alongside her siblings she trained from the time she could speak, preparing to smite the hellish foes of her people. At age twelve she was chosen for the space force and implanted with a cybernetic neural interface to improve her combat performance. At age sixteen she flew her first combat missions in the debris laden space of the Agrel system. At age twenty she led a fighter wing into a battle that left her eyes useless and in need of replacement. At age twenty four she abandoned her wing, her siblings, her country, and her people.
Now Iliyana makes her living as a hired gun on the canyon marred world of Anne’s Hope in the Regen system. With the Melierax star fighter she escaped from the ARM space force in, Iliyana can threaten or destroy whoever or whatever a client wants in the desolate system that she calls home. Mercenary, Assassin, Guard, if it pays she’ll do it without complaint.
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