Mental:
Bribe - Money has its perks, and is one in and of itself. When you can promise enough of it to anyone, giving them visions of wealth and power in their mind, who cares if you deliver? By implanting ideas and vivid images of wealth in her target's head, Calypso is then able to ply their much more relaxed willpower to her commands or persuasions. Of course, if the person isn't greedy by nature or wise enough to see through the delusions, it doesn't work.

Gossip - Rumors have a way of taking a life of their own, and with the right seeds, you too can grow your own rumor farm! Calypso can subtly influence a person's perceptions of others for good or bad, sowing seeds of doubt or dislike in someone's mind, or making them more open to a person and their offers. As long as whatever is heard is convincing, the target will almost certainly act as planned. After all, rumors only grow.

Physical:
Eavesdrop - Spending your whole life being told where to sit and where to not be isn't a whole lot of fun for any girl. So, naturally, Calypso's nosiness has been trained to new extremes. A trained ear, lip reading, holding her breath and hiding close enough to overhear critical conversations is essential to finding out what people are going to give you for your birthday. Or if there's an assassination plot against you.

Contortion - Being small sucks, but being small and unusually flexible isn't so bad. Capable of squeezing into tight places is great for impromptu games of hide and seek with the new bodyguard, or sneaking into the kitchen to lick the icing off the cake meant for a mean cousin's wedding, or spying on those who plot against you. And being able to tuck your knees behind your neck never fails to turn a few heads.

Magical/Technological:
Gale - A manifestation of wind magic, Calypso can summon one powerful blast of wind, knocking assailants off balance and even shifting cars. The more powerful the blast, the more Vis it requires. While this ability cannot kill in itself, whatever a person lands on may prove deadly enough. More often it is used as a means of literally knocking the wind out of an assailant, giving an opening to attack or escape. Her aim is highly accurate, and the more concentrated the wind, the more powerful it is. Because she is touching the air around her via Vis waves to move it, it takes 2-4 seconds for the attack to prepare and then carry through. Because of her Vis connection to the wind, she can feel when objects or people resist even if she otherwise cannot detect them.

Sandstorm - A manifestation of wind magic, this ability relies less on the magic itself but the debris is can pick up. Sand, dirt, dust, silt, even pebbles and gravel become a dangerous, whirling cloud. Whipping those unfortunate enough to become caught with particles that sting, cut, choke, and cause severe injury to the eyes and other soft, exposed body parts. While usually not deadly on its own, that can change with the debris it picks up. A sandstorm with shards of glass, for instance, one would be lucky to survive. While itself not as accurate as Gale, Sandstorm can cloak the better part of a square block in debris, and the speed of the particles within can be accelerated at whim. Like Gale, it takes 2-4 seconds for the winds to start, then an additional 5-8 seconds for any debris particles to become airborne and reach critical velocity.

Manifest - A full Prae, Calypso can manifest her Vis, though not as commonly seen. Rather than wings, hers takes the form of 8 ten-foot long white tendrils, the thickness of a human arm and pulsing light. Prehensile, they are able to support her body and lift her above the ground, and allow her to move at previously unattainable speeds, scale buildings, and give improved physical strength. She is able to hold her manifest for 30 minutes at a time, or as little as 10 minutes if she expends too much energy.

A lot of people like to enchant normal clothes to function as bulletproof armor. Cali thought, "what if we took bulletproof armor, and added even more cool stuff to it with enchantment." Also, Cali, though reasonably content with his physical form, still wanted to be able to be big and stompy and tall on occasion when he wanted to be. And so he created an armored suit that adds about 25 cm, four arms, and several hundred kg if not for all the mass masking enchantments. And an armored assault vehicle's worth of weapons.

A common theme is that Kali suit features will be designed to function without magic, if for a limited duration of time, with Hammerspace features providing a good operational duration, and Teleportation providing theoretically infinite operational duration. Cali knows antimagic techniques exist, and he doesn't want the suit to crush in on him if something disrupts the magic, he wants to still be able to function for long enough to escape, and hopefully put a hundred or so hot fast pieces of metal in the direction of whoever or whatever's causing the problem. Thus, redundant designs mean the suit can function for about 5 minutes in combat even if all enchantments are disrupted. It can function for a fair bit longer out of combat, and MUCH longer if the mass masking enchantments are still functioning, being a bit harder to disrupt than Hammerspace and Teleportation. If the mass masking functions are offline, those 5 minutes will inflict a lot of wear and tear on the nearly overloaded musculature systems. If the teleportation is disrupted, the Hammerspace Drive still has enough energy for 2 hours of combat operation, and two hours of pure combat might break Cali first, as he is not especially battle hardened or mentally prepared for long fights.

The armor on the Kali suit is composed of some impressive alloys, and meshes, and plenty of them, with a mix of mass masking and straight up armor enhancements. In short, anything not designed to engage an armored vehicle with magical enhancement will not effectively damage the Kali suit or its wearer unless it bypasses the armor (like a mental attack). The suit is environmentally sealed, with an internal air supply with duration equivalent to its power systems. The suit has significant resistance to heat and cold based attacks, as the suit has some extreme superconductor cooling systems in place to handle the heat it generates (though shutting off its Hammerspace Capacity will cause these systems to quickly overtax themselves), and if it turned those off, it would be able to deal with extreme cold. These superconductors also function pretty well for electrical protection, though, while electrical attacks won't physically damage anything, they will still cause Cali an exceptional ammount of pain.

The Kali has spikes in its feet, enabling it to walk up walls. If your wall is really REALLY heavy duty. Mostly these are used for anchoring the Kali when it's firing its weapons, because Newton's Second Law is a bitch.

As for weapons, beyond having six arms with some heavy duty musculature, there are some physically carried around weapons, with backups/ammo retained in Hammerspace.

Reasonable Precations:
This is a 40mm, tribarrel rotary electromagnetic autocannon. Most of the enchantments on this thing are for power, ammo, and cooling, particularly through shunting things to and from Hammerspace. The other enchantments are kinetic dampening to reduce recoil. Even with that enchantment, and the fact that it is wielded with super muscle robot hands, this is not a one handed weapon. It will break your wrist, and the grip will fly off too unless you are firing single shot mode. Even with all the enchantments and the Kali suit's augmented strength, Cali usually keeps four hands on this thing, if not all six, as well as deploying stabilizing spikes into the ground, when firing anywhere near its full automatic capacity. What Kali lacks in precision, it tries to make up for in sheer scale of destructive mayhem. This will be a noted theme among the Kali's weapons.

Of course, just because the railgun itself isn't enchanted with extra firepower, doesn't mean the bullets can't be.

Jehovah's Witness-
This railgun round includes an layer of vis designed to resist opposing vis (such as someone attempting to use metal telekinesis to repel the bullet) and breach magical barriers. More or less an armor piercing round for magic.

Rainbow Connection-
This railgun round is loaded with whatever random vis dust and scrapped enchantments was left over waste from all the vast industrial processes Cali has going on. When fired full auto, this results in a rather spectacular display of color as ice, lightning, fire, plants, random void energies and other nonsensery happen in the target area.

Safety Shortstop-
This railgun round is programmed to teleport to a gun range about a meter after it passes where the target was recognized to be when the trigger was pulled. This is for shooting at someone when they have something behind them you don't want to kill.

Ouch-
This railgun round increases its mass after it leaves the barrel. Ouch.

Upsie Daisy:
This is a backmounted high-low pressure mortar, Cali not wanting to put all his eggs in one basket with railguns. The physical capacity of this mortar is 3 rounds. The Hammerspace Capacity of the Mortar Launcher can hold another 12 rounds. It also has a teleportation matrix for reloading both the physical and hammerspace compartments. But, as with all mortars, the real prize is what is launched and how it is launched. This can fire forward as an exceptionally heavy duty grenade launcher, or up into the air as a proper mortar. And the rounds are below.

John Henry-
This mortar round pops up about 100 meters into the air over the target, and deploys a rather sketchy teleportation array, making extreme sacrifices in precision for mobility, speed, and maximum size. It's not capable of proper teleportation of delicate objects, using this personally would kill you, so it only works for relatively nonstructured material that doesn't matter if it gets swapped around a bit. It teleports in a very dense metal spike, massing 18,000 kg. In terms of its effects, it impacts 17,640,000 joules on the target with a tip that is kinda sorta sharp. Presuming the target stands in one spot for 5 seconds. Cali uses this for penetrating bunkers, destroying armored vehicles, and buildings. Or anything he really really doesn't like that happens to not be moving. Cali really likes this round, and it is inert at rest (incapable of teleporting the spike in until physically deployed), so he keeps it in one of his physical slots.

Mark Henry-
Basically the same thing as John Henry, but deployed lower and faster, in a wall shape and purpose instead of a spike. A surprisingly vast variety of attacks are blocked by several tons of steel being in the way.

Technicolor Kaleidescope-
This is a "flashbang" that also serves fairly well as an incendiary against unarmored targets, that is also designed to spread around and keep around blindingly energetic vis against all those pesky vis sense abilities' visual components.

Johnny Cash- An actually incendiary, this is a round that unleashes a whole lot of advanced, but ultimitately straightforward incindiary material. The fun is in the different deployment modes tweaking it's carrier material and changing the "unleashes" part of it. One mode sends a jolt through it that magentizes it so that it will cling to and burn through heavy armor. Another sends it wide it to act as area oxygen denial. Another acts as a happy medium. It can be set to create thick low hanging smoke, or almost none. It can be set to create toxic fumes. Fun times all around.

Old Faithful- Catch all for standard fragmentation type mortars. "Standard" includes such things as being loaded out with Jehovah's Witness Flechetes for piercing enchanted low profile armor (Which is another one of his standard rounds), or silver "holy" pellets for dealing with those vulnerable to such thing

Eye Spy-
This round goes fairly more subtly as far as most of Kali's are. It deploys static micro cams, appearing more as grains of sand than as information recording devices, then the casing transforms into a drone after micro cam deployment. These micro cams individually get absolutely terrible reception, but, in their massive numbers, Cali is able to use them in parallel to get amazing reception of pretty much anything in the area's radius. Has variants that are just the micro cams or just the drone. A combined load is one of his standard mortars.

In case you were somehow still wondering, no, the Kali suit is not legal. No, he's not likely to be able to slip into a dinner party inside it. In the case he wants to deploy this destructive force, he needs to teleport in, achieve mission, and teleport out before the authorities arrive.

The Wisdom Kings are Cali's backup dancers. For when one robot exoskeleton worth of destruction and mayhem isn't enough, why don't we call in 5 full robots that are arguably stronger? If Cali needs them but didn't think he'd need them, the five skulls with swords he's wearing on Kali's neck aren't just decoration to live up to the name, but also teleport arrays. They can be thrown away (subtly altering their flight path with some magic), and each one will teleport in.. a better teleport array. And then a better teleport array. And then a better teleport array. And THEN they will each teleport in a Wisdom King.

Mental
Not particularly originally. Would probably be pretty good with computers even without his powers, but what makes Cali a "genius" at them are his powers. They have made him a master at Robotics, AI, Physics, and many fields of magic. While he's not particularly brilliant or talented at any of these fields, he has the equivalent of millennia of study in each of them, thanks to his distributed capabilities and enhanced clock speed. But without his magic, he's unlikely to make any further discoveries.

Physical
Pffft, no.

Magical
Omni-Informational Interface: Cali's main power is to create informational interfaces where none existed before. Very fast and secure ones that don't care about language barriers or distance or even sentience. This includes interfacing computers into his mental capacity, as well as more relatively mundane mind networking with other sentient beings. It's not exactly telepathy, so much as making both beings one mind, with all the resources, insight, and sensory input of both. Trying this out with another human being was a harrowing experience of being part of a hive mind that scared Cali quite a bit. He sticks to computers now.

Thanks to not caring about distance, Cali has mounted this power through his nervous system making his own nervous system insanely fast and improving his brain's processing power massively. He could easily react and dodge bullets, if his body was in any way shape or form quick enough at acceleration to do so. It is not. Similarly, using this power on computers has made insanely fast servers that produce far less heat. While doing so gives Cali access to their computational power, it also introduces Cali's own errors to the computers. Mental attacks can work on machines that are part of Cali's network. And introducing extra electricity to anything that's part of Cali's network will generally reduce Cali to a gibbering crying wreck. He's not great with pain, and that causes a lot of it.

Teleportation: Cali doesn't have any innate talent with this, but due to his mastery of the Systemic method and brute force processing time to practice, Cali figured out teleportation, and it's one of his favorite tricks. Being able to instantly leave boring meetings is a truly irreplaceable treasure.

Telekinetic Physical Interface: A physical variant of Cali's main power, Cali can interweave things physical existence, making them the same thing on a large scale kinetic overview, translating all kinetic influence equally over their entirety. For example, casting this over a plate of armor makes any impact on the armor's surface impact it equally to every atom, changing the effective impact to the equivalent of a gravitational field applied equally to each unit of mass, with the same total energy behind it as the initial impact. This doesn't reduce the power of the blunt force any, but reduces any edge or point, no matter how fine or sharp, even mono-molecular, to an infinitely dull weapon. This spell, when active, renders most armor piercing (save the likes of say, electricity, mental attacks, or squash head rounds that use blunt force) attack methods very much so not armor piercing. But they still might work if there's enough raw force behind them. In order to cast this on two separate things, they have to have very close to no relative speed to each other. But, Cali keeps a row of really big, like, John Henry weapon sized spikes constantly moving back and forth in various angles and speeds back home, so that he can access one with close enough relative speed to his fist so that he can punch things REALLY hard without hurting his hand. Despite the name of "Telekinetic", this doesn't let him move things around with his vis so much as make it harder for things to move around with his vis.

Glazed Eyes: Cali has also learned a fairly effective "don't notice me" aura. This is his preferred defense when he can't bring his Kali suit. It's legal and easily explainable away if he gets caught using it in a dangerous situation. Namely, that he was hoping no one would notice him while escaping the dangerous situation. It's fairly subtle, so it's not going to let him sneak in anywhere he's obviously out of place (or sneak the Kali suit into anything but an armed robot sales pitch), but if he's dressed to fit in, it usually makes him easily missable.

The Systemic Method: Otherwise known as Formulaic magic, this magical methodology involves the creation of magical constructs which exploit and interact with physics. While most spells could be cast without it, most that do not use this form of magic tend to expend more energy to do less, whereas Systemic magic greatly expands both the possibilities and the subtle nuances of one's spellwork. It is a magic developed by Licentia and it is one of the few things they have shared with humanity, though that was oh so long ago by human standards. Cali is an impressive master of it, moreso than many mortal beings thrice his age, given his extreme mental speed and processing power while using Omni-Imformational Interface. Despite his lack of genius he has access to rather absurdly prefixed numbers of man-years of thinking time in the same time it takes most people to come to the conclusion that it's probably time to cast a spell. This means that rather than tailoring a spell for a general case of physics, he can tailor it for this specific one he's in. His ability to simulate physics interactions to the current limit of public human knowledge combined with his ability to process through hundreds of normal caster years of trial and error in a leisurely weekend to advance his general knowledge of how magic and physics interacts results in a mastery of the Systemic Method more appropriate to a being several thousand years old.

Counterspelling: Cali does not have access to that holy grail of powers, anti-magic. Cali DOES have so long from his perspective that in the time it takes a normal human to cast a spell at him, Cali can brush up on his classical magical interactions, pick a school of magic that counters it well, learn some basic countermeasures, and then cast them. This only works on fairly basic spells that are common knowledge and to which the counters are common knowledge.

Phantom Casting: Cali can psuedo-cast multiple spells at the same time due to his vast mental processing power at parallel tasks. However, just before committing the vis to make them happen, he can renege. This allows him to say, phantom cast a powerful boost on each bullet he is firing from Reasonable Precautions, or each pellet from a mortar. But then only commit to casting on the ones that are about to hit, as judged by his absurd reaction time.

Basic Elemental Magic: Cali has taken the time to get at least a cliff notes of pretty much every publicly available basic magic type, allowing him 'cantrip' level proficiency. If he wants to use his finger as a lighter, or charge his phone, he can. If he wasn't easily bored with a short attention span for anything not super fighting robots or his favorite types of magic, he'd probably be a lot scarier of a combatant.

However, ultimately, for all that skill, he doesn't have a very beefy vis reserve.

Technological
Massive Industrial Base and Manufacturing Capability
Magic Enhanced Server Farms. These feed his hyper sensory awareness as well as his Formulaic magic
More money than he knows how to spend. When you've built more super robot suits than you know what to do with, you're too rich for your level of maturity.

Nao is cut from a pointedly different cloth. At the very core of her being lies an innocence. Not innocence in the sense of naivety--it is more like a simplicity of desire.
A straightforwardness.
This "innocence" differs from gullibility not only in its nature, but in its source. Being naive is a sign of underdevelopment--of never having been tried. Trusting the fire because you've never been burned. For Naomi, however, this guilelessness is actually something entirely more like its own kind of tact--she trusts the fire not because she's never been burned, but rather because the fire keeps her warm and feeds her. She is careful. Every chance she takes--every risk she shoulders--is carefully considered. Nao is earnest in the blithest sense of the word. She will never tell a lie that didn't need telling, and comprehends the morally gray atmosphere of the world she lives in.
In that morality, however, she chooses to paint in brighter shades. Simply because she could or would lie doesn't mean she will or wants to. It's all a cautious consideration. She is straightforward simply because it's better, to her, than being spurious and false-faced. Every nugget of information that passes through her ears is considered and placed through a gauntlet of queries and conflicts, and her next action is always the one that she feels has the greatest reward for the least risk.
All of this, though, is merely the method by which she resolves internal conflict, and the reason behind her willingness to trust others. The web grows in breadth and depth as her desires and dreams and moral code enter the fray.
Naomi is superficial. The absolute worst trait she carries is her desire for--and willingness to believe--a pretty face. At the core of everything, she believes beauty is what separates humanity from animals. Her conceit is immutable, but as far as she or anyone else can comprehend, it really is the only conceit she carries--and she carries it willingly. For her, romance is something pivotal to her beliefs; attractiveness, cleverness, seduction and glamor are all things that she idolizes. The greater truths of the world often beget a perfection of form; a clarity of existence.
Nao carries herself with confidence. Most see that at first glance. However, much of that confidence is a facade; it's been generated by years of self-modification and her own personal evolution, rather than an inborn tendency to capture the eyes of others. As a result, she is noticeably feast-or-famine when it comes to social interaction; either she rises high and knows just the right thing to say, becoming the life of the party, or she fades into the background, like a wallflower.
When she's at her best, she's socially sagacious and generally gregarious; at her worst, she's quick to find a corner of the room and start looking for small animals to talk to.
Morally, Nao seems incredibly simplistic, but that belies a greater understanding--as many of her traits often do. Nao, most of the time, will quickly condemn actions that serve a petty purpose or put one person's gain above another's loss. However, when the scale is widened, her morals don't so much decay as they do metamorphose; when it becomes about the safety of others, or the choice between falling into riotous chaos and maintaining a mildly distasteful status quo, Nao will begin considering. She puts a great deal of merit into the lives of others, and is fiercely protective of the rights of the greater populace.
Finally, Naomi is deeply, spiritedly individualistic. She believes two major things:
One, that everyone has the capacity for greatness within them, and it simply takes time and effort to wring it out.
Two, that greatness in and of itself is subjective, and she would really rather you leave your opinion of her dreams to yourself.
It is these things that act as cadence to the tune of her life, and many of her reactions and interjections become self-evident once these--her closest-held tenets--are revealed. Her queer, sprightly demeanor is entirely intentional, and the result of her own personal crucible, rather than a symptom of underdevelopment.

Nao's story starts as all good ones do: with an empty jug of milk at 10:35 on a hazy Australian morning.

It was the seventh day in a row that her father, Pyne Chāyì-Popjay, had decided to drink an entire gallon of milk a day. Her mother, Astrid Kosskie, had finally had enough.
The argument over the ridiculous amount of money that they were spending on his newfound desire for calcium escalated very quickly. The squabbling continued for almost two hours, turning from good-natured jabs to harsh accusations and something that approached a true spat.
That is, until the sexual tension broke like a twig and the two of them went at it like the world's worst Heimlich maneuver.

On that day, at 2:00 in the afternoon, their first child was conceived, and they were named Oliver Shastey Chāyì-Popjay.

Oliver, to the two of them, was a problem child. It all started at the ripe old age of four, when Oliver was just learning how to string together complex sentences. Their first statement went something a little like this:

"Daddy, I hate overalls and peas!"

This phrase caused the leg of the nearby endtable to bust into splinters. It was at that point that Pyne was certain of two things;

First, that Oliver was never going to own another pair of denim overalls in their life.

Second, that Oliver took after their father.

Astrid, until her favorite chairside table had been turned into an art installation, was woefully unaware of what she had married into. She'd known that the Popjays she'd met--and been told to keep quiet about--were accomplished mages and runicographs, but it was not until that very moment that she had suspected them of something more.
That suspicion turned into conviction when Pyne insisted on homeschooling their child.

At the age of 6, Oliver became a receptacle for books. Oliver had learned to read quite early--before they were even able to speak--and under Pyne's tutelage, their knowledge flourished at the expense of their freedom. The books started simply enough; learning more complex phonics, reading longer-form narratives and novels, learning about poets, cursive, and maths. Suddenly, a book on discrete magics crept into Oliver's reading schedule, and they read it.

And then they read another.

And another.

At the age of eight, Oliver had, in some ways, forgotten themselves; for fear of manifesting their synesthetism, they had learned to walk with the very quietest of footsteps, and they were all but wordless--preferring to write as a means of communication. It was at about this time, however, that their innate magics were exacerbated yet again. Seventeen days after Oliver's ninth birthday, they tripped and fell against a wall... And found themselves laying there, against the wall, as if they'd fallen on the floor. Oliver sat up, and for the first time that week, spoke a single, solitary word.

"Dad?"

Pyne came rushing into the room, with Astrid close behind him. There Oliver sat, attached to the wall as if nothing had happened at all. Fearing the worst might happen, Pyne was forced to take his child into the fold, and Astrid with them. You see, Pyne was a Chāyì, and the Chāyì are a secretive folk; he had attempted to escape that life, to become his own person, and hoped--desperately--that his child wouldn't turn out like him. He'd tried to whet Oliver's appetite with books and teach them caution and care, but realized all too late that, without proper training, Oliver would be reduced to the life of an invalid. The magics inherent to the Chāyì were beginning to take their hold, and Pyne was no tutor.

But he knew people who were.

Deep in the Australian Outback, where no one would ever think to look, there is a crater. This crater is manmade, a massive thing that, if it weren't for some incredibly clever architects and artists, would be quite easily visible from above. In this depression lay a small university, of sorts--perhaps a square mile in size. Hidden from overhead view, it is one of the better-kept secrets of the Chāyì--a sort of halfway house for its Oceanic descendants. It was there that Oliver lived and died, and where Naomi was born.

Oliver's death wasn't a sudden thing. It was a slow, laborious process. It started innocently enough. When they were merely 11, the plague of their synesthetism had died down, weakened under their now-learned control. Its effects were ever-present, but not as bad as they'd used to be. On that day, Oliver asked a question.

"Why?"

Innocent, yet petulant query. Their first questioning of authority, of status quo. Why here? Why now? Why Oliver? It was the stone that would turn the river. The burbling of a new stream. It was not a question that Oliver would ask--Oliver had always been the type to merely read until they understood, not make a demand to know.

The answer would never come. Shea Chāyì-Popjay was of a no-nonsense sort. She would, however, teach Oliver many lessons, regardless of her own intent. Shea was, moreover, the first obstacle that Naomi vowed to overcome. Strict, stringent, and jaded, the only value that she saw was the value one could provide to her, and the only thing she valued was knowledge and factoids. An academic, through and through, but not a scholar. Under Shea's tutelage, Oliver learned two languages beyond the two they already knew.

She was also Naomi's first introduction into antisophy. Runes, written in flavors Shea saw fit, would be posed on a chalkboard or splayed across a page in her own pen. It was up to Naomi to pick them apart, and understand the intention in the text.

And she would decipher them. Naomi would always find the root, eventually, the cadence to which the runes were written and the logic by which they operated. Oliver wanted answers. Naomi realized that she could create them. Oliver would coop themselves up in their room, after that, poring over ciphers and encryptions and other linguistic excursions. Naomi had an immutable desire for knowledge.

As Oliver aged, they realized that they really could no longer be a "they" anymore. Emotions became complex. Reality became stark and obvious, and it became necessary to shuffle off one identity and adopt a truer one. Year by year, Oliver's feelings on the subjects they were to research and the path they wished to choose grew quieter and quieter; it was Naomi that grew more and more opinionated as time went on. Applications became more and more important. The finer points of magical alterations and alchemy became suddenly a great deal more vital than maths and sciences. Magic became, in and of itself, Naomi's total focus.

It was at 17 that Oliver became just a name that Naomi tolerated. It didn't represent her passions, her intentions, her ideals or her beliefs. She would hear that name at house functions and meetings, from her parents and professors. She was getting so tired of it. Naturally, she gravitated towards the friends she could find--and none of them lived on the compound where she'd been living for so long. She looked to express herself in quiet, subtle ways. She found poetry, linguistics, writing. She mused. She created. She designed verses and prose in ways that spoke to her, rather than to anyone else.

She'd learned much, but the knowledges put upon her were insufficient--they didn't suit her. She was destined for more than asceticism and a life governed by her elders. There was something so much more romantic out there, and she knew she would find it. Her father left his family for a reason; Naomi deserved to have a reason of her own.

The very first act that Naomi performed as an "adult" of her own definition was one of theft. She plucked the keys off of a night guard's hook and waltzed straight out the front gate, into the wilds beyond.

The seventeen year old Naomi managed to camp, alone, for 3 days. The first was easy; she hunted for food, made a little shelter, and relaxed under the stars--she was still close enough to the outpost that her cell phone had an internet connection, and the fresh air was wonderful.

Her phone died halfway through the second day. It was sweltering, and she needed a shower. She passed out under a rock, with barely enough water to make it through the night.

She awoke to her first brush with danger--true danger--in her blessedly short life. A small pack of dingoes had caught her scent, and descended upon the rock that she'd been sleeping under. She was tired. And weak. And so, so hungry. In the pitch of the night, she could practically see their musky smell.

Then, stepping out from under the rock, she realized that it wasn't night at all as the raging heat of the sun beat down on her back.

Naomi had gone blind. Yet--she could still see. Such strange colors, fulminating in the landscape, on a background of purest black. One of the wild dogs reared up and leapt for her, letting out a mighty bark--and cleanly dashed itself on the rock behind her. Then another, and then another. Two dingoes reared around, frantically looking for Naomi, who hadn't moved an inch.

It was at this moment that Naomi had, inadvertently, learned the fullest extent of the magical potential that she carried. When they found her the next day, Nao sat underneath the rock, pupils as white as the roaring sun, with burns, cuts, and blisters all over her hands--likely from clumsily skinning and cooking the dingo carcass that lay an arm's breadth away from her, a large chunk missing from its hind leg and a messy mass of peeled and gouged skin scattered around it.

'They,' as it were, were a couple of nice folk from a place called Alice Springs. The first, a dusky-hued, slight woman in her early 40s, and the second, a man that appeared to be masquerading as half of a bird.
The two of them dusted Naomi off, fed her, and clothed her. People, of course, came looking.

Naomi decided to hide. The two helped, in more ways than one. The woman--Shaska Roucrouge--proved to be quite the actor. It helped, of course, that a large bird-person--Kapsey Atat--proved quite intimidating with a machete. Even accomplished mages like the Chāyì know better than to bother with large birds in their own home.

Kapsey proved to be an interesting person; a licentia hailing from Portugal who moved to escape the prejudices of the greater public. His morals were simple, but they were salient. He became someone that Naomi desired to mold herself after. He was like a superhero, to her--a great deal more like a father than her father ever was. Pyne was never around enough--he felt more like an uncle than a father.

Naomi, eventually, decided to start living in Alice Springs. She started out painfully, painfully small, living in the attic of that very same odd couple. She used her knack for linguistics to learn more applicable talents--namely, coding and IT. Her aggressive and depthy education saw to it that hiring was never an issue. It would be in that attic that she would spend six months of her life, before--finally--putting together enough money to find an apartment of her own.

At the age of 18, Nao realized that she needed to make a change. A severe, personal change.

She needed to mold herself into the person she knew she was.

Her magical studies never truly stopped, not even after she lost the vast library that the Chāyì painstakingly maintained. She began to research by doing. She began taking pills to alter her appearance--and two weeks in, she finished work on the first hand of Hecatoncheir, Diddles.

It was the first step on a long, long road of self-discovery and evolution.

Time passed. Work came and went. Surgeries came and went. Naomi, however, arrived. Slowly, bit by bit, she molded herself into a person--a being--that she could be happy with. A someone that took after people, not the expectations that were foisted upon her. She created things. Another 99 hands. Aldous and George. All sorts of wonderful and interesting items, all in the effort to properly explore who Naomi truly was.

Then, of course, she was found. No freedom truly lasts forever. The Chāyì brought her back into the fold, though the person they brought back was almost unrecognizable from the runaway that had stood there only 8 years prior. Even as they dragged her to meetings between the houses, her defiance of her birthright was palpable--it was apparent to everyone who talked to her.

Some were against who she had become, but a fair few were sympathetic to her cause. It was these few--Pyne counted among them. At 27, she--and a few others--smuggled themselves away from the Chāyì outpost, scattering themselves to the furthest reaches of the globe.

In the effort of learning more about the cultures that her adopted family were once a part of, Nao's pilgrimage found its destination in a city called Ominar.

It was there that, for the last time, she recreated herself from the ground up--in a way a great deal more extreme than anything before it.

Ominar is where Naomi rewrote herself as the protagonist of her own story, rather than the supporting character of everyone else's. It is the place where Oliver ceased to exist, and where Naomi, for the very first time, had come into her own.

Aldous and George:
These twin constructs, when active, are linked directly to Nao's ostium, acting as a second pair of hands. However, what makes
these massive hands unique is not their method of movement and motion, but rather their ability to move their digits along the
rings that they have been fashioned on. It is noteworthy that, unless Naomi concentrates on their movements specifically, both
Aldous and George will follow the movements of the hands they represent, maintaining a palm-like configuration.
When Naomi ceases moving one of her hands entirely, she is capable of utilizing Aldous or George to their fullest extent,
moving digits as she pleases to suit her needs. Aldous is the right, George is the left.

The Antisophist's Almanac:
Ever the errant scion of the Chāyì, Naomi--nor any other traveling Chāyì descendant--would never be caught dead without the
Antisophist's Almanac. This tome is, in and of itself, nonmagical. However, it details the ins and outs of the runic language,
allowing--with time and a little bit of effort--most antisophists to counter-work almost any rune or ward. Comprehensive notes
on every runic swish, sway, and structure that the Chāyì house has come across are detailed within. Moreover, this book often
comes in a variety of different shapes and forms, usually tailored to the user's preferences. Nao's is white and leather-
bound, with her name penned in her own script across the front. It is the fourth copy she has ever owned, and unlike the other
three, it is in sterling condition and has remained so. Naomi's personal notes cover each and every page like a calligraphic
mask. These notes come in at least four different colors; usually whatever color pen she had on hand at the time.

Hecatoncheir:
Unlike most of the Chāyì, Naomi saw it fit to expand her knowledge of antisophy beyond just countermagic. Hecatoncheir is the
result of this exploration, powered by her application of fascillomagy. To each and every one of these tiny, hexagonal drones,
there is a connection point for Nao to reach out and link up with them. However, each of these connection points take up
progressively larger and larger amounts of her cognitive function, to the point that if she were to use all of them at once,
she would be completely unable to move save for her eyes. Named for the hundred-handed titans of myth, these mites all have
one thing in common: each and every one of them have a portion of a rune inscribed upon their face. Given time and
concentration, Nao is capable of quickly stringing together runes of many shapes and configurations, so long as there are no
more than four endpoints for the rune; given the modular nature of Hecatoncheir, Nao was forced to forgo making more than a
few endpoint drones in favor of offering more points of continuation on individual faces. Moreover, Hecatoncheir can act as
a shield, as the drones are quite solidly built and any vis connections created force them into alignment. Upon the backsides
of each of the "hands," there is a single, solid, bright dot of varying color: these are used so Naomi can create runes while
pointing them away from herself.

Nao's favorite hand is named Diddles. It is an endpoint, and the only one with a white dot on the back; she uses it to start
every rune.

A Wallet:
Small, white, and clasps with two buttons. Fits nicely in her dress pockets. Also, it has a self-immolation mechanism. The
Popjays, even among their peers, are really quite protective of their identities. Opening the wallet too quickly will cause
the flint inlay in the clasp to spark, which will quickly cause the oil on inside of the wallet to catch aflame and burn the
whole thing. The concave end of the clasp leads directly into the inner lining of the wallet, which is soaked in said oil.
Her ID picture is awful. The face looks like her, except generally worse--and it lacks her trademark ears.
It also incorrectly lists her height as 5'11'', and her hair color as "Black."

Gug:
Her smartphone. The finger smudges are almost unbearable, but Nao's clothes are made out of fabric that just doesn't catch on
the screen at all. However, she also hardly notices unless there's gunk on the screen, like soy sauce.
(She has, on perhaps too many occasions, soaked Gug in rice and ended up cooking with it later.)
Filled to the brim with texts from her family that she's ignored or half-heartedly responded to, numbers for restaurants,
and, perhaps most importantly, three different completely terrible mobile games that she can't bring herself to delete or
pay money for. Also, a disturbing amount of pirated music. The AI assistant refers to her as "The Chicken Nuggest."
The ringtone is Saint Motel's "For Elise."

Mental:
Naomi is, in the strictest terms, very intelligent. She carries an innate ability to adapt, comprehend, and intuit, and much
of that applies to any further mental capabilities that she carries.
To that end, her willpower is really quite something to behold; while it isn't limitless, the amount of suffering she's able
to put herself through is frightening, especially for someone of her stature. Her training in catalysmy is a major part of
her mental resilience.
Pattern recognition and problem solving are well above par, compared to most folk.
Scholarly education; while she has no explicit degrees, her education level is on par with most post-graduates, specifically
in the field of linguistics.
Fluent in English, Mandarin Chinese, and Cantonese. Conversational in Russian, Korean, Spanish, and Portuguese.
Comprehends the logic and syntax structures of most major Medius languages, and as such can intuit a lot of meaning languages
she doesn't know.
Familiar with most ciphers, and fairly capable of decrypting messages given time and effort.
Prone to bouts of insomnia--as a result, she is somewhat chemically dependent on sleeping pills.
Displays dysphoric tendencies, and frets about her appearance to the point of near-narcissism; lacks most other
traits of narcissistic personality disorder, however.
Capable of tolerating extremely high levels of discomfort.
Highly functional, even without the use of some of her major senses.
Responds well to stress and stressful situations, but often becomes indecisive in a pinch.
Creatively inclined.
Mathematically disinclined, but versed to the point of higher calculus concepts.
Physical:
Physically weak.
Small stature, extremely light--easily to unbalance.
Capable of contorting herself into spaces as small as 2 cubic feet.
Highly dexterous, capable of doing two completely independent movements with both hands.
Left hand dominant; hefts most objects with her right hand, however.
Acute sense of hearing. Can hear sounds outside of the human auditory range.
Highly effective sense of smell.
Fairly sensitive, especially at her joints; strikes to nerve clusters such as the funny bone are especially painful, likely
due to drastic body modification putting a stress on her bones and muscles.
Lacks human feet; must wear shoes that support her vulpine ankles, as a result.
Low pain threshold, high pain tolerance.
Slightly nearsighted, but not to the point of needing any sort of corrective lenses.
High degree of physical coordination.

Magical/Technological:

Catalysmy (Imprinted):
Catalysmy is not to be confused with Cataclysmy, the much more exciting cousin that everyone wishes existed. Catalysmy--the
art of antimagic using the body and the inner/outer ostium as a catalyst--is a discipline almost entirely unique to
Precursors. Many races have attempted to replicate it, and all of them have succeeded in some regard, but Precursor
catalysmy--practiced primarily by the Chāyì--is on a level all its own, thanks to the clever usage of their velo.
The velo is something akin to a shield around a second set of ostium, and in being so, it is also uniquely capable of acting
as a valve. The very essence of catalysmy is the capture of manifested vis in the outer ostium;
this flytrap-like maneuver allows the mage--often through the use of a somatic component such as tai chi--to push the vis
piece by piece through their inner ostium, pushing it around their anima and out through another hole that they have formed in
their velo. This manipulation of velo has one unintended effect, however--it also renders them open to another strike, and at
some point, enough magical energy will simply overload the user and levy the weight of all of the magics upon them at once.
Masters of catalysmy are to be feared, however. The human facsimile of catalysmy is seen in the art of the Shaolin monk, who
stands capable of withstanding immense pain and have some degree of simple antimagic. True catalysmists, however, are known
to be able to counterattack with all of the vis that has been expended upon them, and, in a perhaps more fearsome manner,
metamorphose to adopt the elemental aspects of the world around them and become--temporarily--a vessel for the elements.

Nao's understanding of catalysmy is twofold: first, she carries a great potential for antimagic. Unless she stands up against
someone who greatly exceeds her own capacity for vis control, the functionality of vis-based attacks are practically useless,
unless there happens to be quite a lot of them. Moreover, catching her blindsided is another simple method of bypassing her
catalysmic barrier. Her second capacity is a vestige of true mastery, though she is not, herself, a master: she is capable,
when properly focused, of counterattacking using only small amounts of her own vis. The problem lies in that she must be
standing perfectly still in order to use this ability, and anything that breaks her concentration will render her unable to
redirect the attack. As this skill develops, however, she is like to become a great deal more effective at redirection.

Complex Antisophy (Imprint Lexicon):
Antisophy is more an art than a science. At its very core, this discipline is akin to learning how to pick a lock.
Antisophy, or the countermagic of runes and the runic language, is a style of magic entirely unique to the Chāyì purely by the
nature by which it must occur. Antisophy is characterized by the articulate imprint of a series of partial runes upon the
anima, something like taking every possible line present in the alphabet and etching it into your eyelids. The runic language
has two necessary components: purity of form, and purity of purpose. Form, of course, is present in the runes themselves.
While runes lack a true lingua franca, there are only so many methods of completing a rune; this allows for the presence of
somatic antisophy, or combat antisophy--a skill that cannot be taught to non-Precursors.
There are two target goals of antisophists: to either ruin a rune by destroying purity of form, or overpowering the enemy's
vis and essentially hijacking a rune by superseding the original creator's intent. Many of the Chāyì spend decades upon
centuries perfecting this skill, and there is no such thing as a true mastery of antisophy, given the conceptual nature of
runes. However, a collection of understood runes can be amassed, and meanings can be applied to new runes--that is the basis
for the magic of antisophism. The capacity for instinctual magic, moreover, is pivotal. Thus, the Chāyì pioneered the
concept of the Lexicon, the process of imprinting inscriptions rather than true magics. Popjay antisophism, for instance, is
heavily based in the art of combat antisophy, and as a result has a bias towards popular runicographies, rather than focusing
on shorthands. The rest of these antisophistic half-runes are inscribed in a massive codex known as the Antisophist's Almanac
which Nao has in her possession--as do all Chāyì.
On a personal level, Nao has a great deal of experience with antisophy, and uses somatic antisophy in a primarily anti-combat
manner. Often, she chooses to stop fights before they even begin, ruining runes or overpowering runecrafters, in the process
creating harmless or incapacitative runes. Moreover, Nao has a fairly complex understanding of the creation of runes, and--in
tandem with fascillomagy--often creates tiny constructs with parts of runes written on each, mixing and matching them to
complete full runes with a variety of different effects. These "recreated" runes are ones that she has personally memorized,
using the Antisophist's Almanac as a lexicon of concepts.

Runicography (Learned):
This is more of a runoff trait from having learned antisophy. A great deal of the runic language that Naomi is intimate with
focuses on non-aggressive applications; very little of her understanding extends into the more creative explorations of runes,
save for in the case of antisophic alterations. The presence of this capability in her magical knowledges is entirely
for the sake of posterity, and is best described by referring to Complex Antisophy.
When designing runes, Nao prefers to use a shorthand she refers to as "singlestroke." Using Hecatoncheir, she fashions runes
that can be performed using only one press of a pen. Many of these runes take inspiration from traditional Chinese, the
first language she learned to antisophize. This makes it particularly difficult to antisophize, because not only is it
nearly impossible to break Hecatoncheir's purity of form--thanks to the hivelike nature of the construct--it is a shorthand,
meaning that her opponent would have to be a precursor that could apply new meaning to her shorthand on the fly, or worse yet,
someone who has made themselves intimately familiar with her runicographic notes.

Broken Synesthetism (Complex Imprint):
Synesthetism is easily the most esoteric of the three major imprinted magics that the Chāyì family passes on--and the most
pointedly dangerous. Synesthetism is the act of physically materializing the senses, which comes in a variety of
manifestations. For instance, Nao is capable of manifesting her sense of hearing--which causes the sound waves that
pass through her ears to flex and aberrate the world around her. This causes a ripple effect with every sound that's created
in her vicinity, something like dropping a pebble in a silent pond.
This, however, is where the similarities with normal Chāyì descendants end. Synesthetism, when imprinted, is so complex that
it has never--not once--arrived in a child in its complete form. As a result, a part of the journey into adulthood for the
Chāyì is properly grasping synesthetism and specializing in a sense. This sense, usually, is the one that first manifests
during their early years--and many Chāyì learn how to utilize sensory manifestation in a variety of scenarios.
For Nao, however, her synesthetism manifested in not one, but three ways. Sight, sound, and balance.
Her early years were, in fact, a catastrophic disaster.
As she developed and learned how to complete her personal imprint for synesthetism, an entirely new problem arrived: her
imprint had actually become too complex to properly utilize. As a result, whenever Nao accesses synesthetism, she loses
the sense that she manifests.
It is important to note, though, that because of the complexity of this imprint and its effect on her, Nao is, in fact,
unable to use the Sight unless she gives up her sense of sight. It is easy to see when Naomi uses her Sight,
because her synesthetistic reactions are all completely visual: when she gives up her ability to see, her sclera dye a deep
navy hue, whereas her irises and pupils become uniformly white.
Before going further, it is important to explain how synesthetism is imposed upon an opponent or another living target. First,
the target must be "tagged" with some of the synesthetist's vis--that is, the synesthetist must get their ostium in range of
their enemy and suffuse vis in their direction, like fungal spores. As such, synesthetism is seen as a complement to
close-range combat, and many synesthetists explore martial arts as a supplement to their magical skills.
The first of the three is sight. When Naomi tags another person and imposes synesthetistic sight upon them, two things
occur: she first blinds herself, and then, one by one, all of the target's senses slowly become visual stimuli. It begins
innocently enough; they start seeing sounds as they ripple away from their sources. Then, scents guide them towards their
origin. After about 5 minutes, however, their vision occludes and becomes more and more esoteric--in tandem with Naomi's.
The only boon she has over her target is that she removes her vision in the first place--meaning that, for the first while,
she has an immense advantage over a confused opponent. Once the sense of taste and touch begin to be visualized, however,
the visual input becomes so cloudy and murky that even Naomi ceases to be able to discern relative location; it is usually at
this point that she must halt the visual manifestations.
Even when using the Sight without a target, Naomi's vision will still slowly obfuscate. However, this obfuscation is much
slower, as she has to use less vis to maintain her concentration and keep the visual noise in check.
Second, there is sound. The sound manifestation, for Naomi, is actually something more like a locus. When manifested, sound
will begin physically altering the landscape and the surfaces of inanimate objects, rendering as they enter the vicinity of
Naomi's manifestation--within 7 feet of her, in this case. As Naomi goes deaf when using this facet of synesthetism, her
situational awareness usually comes from sensing these tremors as they pass over her or her clothes. When imposed on an
opponent, these sound waves begin aberrating their physical form, to greater and greater degrees depending on the loudness
of the sound and the amount of vis Naomi is expending. These tremors make bones particularly weak--as jagged structures are--
and often make it easier to severely cripple opponents. The visual cue for this version of synesthetism is, in fact, her ears;
they clamp firmly down against her head, completely cupping themselves from all noise. Her original ears, too, would fold in
on themselves, back when she had them.
Finally, there is balance. When active, Naomi's sense of balance isn't so much gone as it is muted--making it
difficult for her to stand upright, and anything faster than a slow stroll is vertigo-inducing. However, when active, she
becomes capable of physically changing the pull of gravity on her person--allowing her to effectively attach herself to walls
and ceilings. Without a sense of balance, moreover, it affects her exactly as much as being on the ground. Thus, she is
capable of slowly but steadily ascending most any surface, given that she can keep her vertigo in check.
When imposed on an opponent, their sense of balance is placed in lockstep with Naomi's movements. If she were to move onto
a wall, their sense of balance would act as if they were laying horizontal. She often uses this skill in tandem with Aldous
and George, pushing herself around in order to induce vertigo in her opponent. This, however, often causes her to vomit in
the process. Because her sense of balance is muted, even light jostling will wreak havoc on her stomach.
It is easy to tell when she loses her sense of balance, because all of the muscles in her arms go slack. This is due to her
added reliance on fascillomagy during this sensory manifestation, but the actual physical manifestation--a whitening of the
tongue and throat--are difficult to see unless she's talking.
It is important to note that while Naomi can use these aspects of synesthetism in tandem, she will also compound
the sensory loss associated with each, and draw on more vis in the process. As a result, she very rarely uses more than one,
and has never used three at once.

Autotomic Fascillomagy (Learned):
Many mages are versed in the usage of construct control and creation, but few are so passionate about the subject as Nao.
Fascillomagy, or the magic of controlling constructs directly, is a generally indelicate art, but with Nao behind the wheel,
it is something like a dance. Loosely related to technomancy, fascillomagy specifically deals with constructs that have been
fashioned by the user and have an intended purpose that aligns with fascillomagy's uses.
Nao's application of the magic, while unconventional, is still well within the means of the school's confines. It is also,
moreover, the only magic that she could prospectively imprint at this current juncture. Through ruthless tenacity and a great
deal of research, her practiced skills with fascillomagy are adjacent to mastery--she uses constructed limbs as if they were
her own. This is best exemplified with her control of Hecatoncheir, which requires an immense number of specific and dexterous
movements to control more than ten at once.
The reason for Nao's mastery, however, is actually partially due to her warped synesthetism; she is uniquely capable of
functioning while some of her body's major senses are shut off, and, as a result, her fascillomagy is amplified manyfold when
she is perfectly unmoving. To control all 100 hands of Hecatoncheir, for instance, she must be sitting completely still--not
standing, because she must also mute her sense of balance--otherwise, she'll have to focus too hard on standing up and every
single hand of Hecatoncheir will drop like flies. This is where the "autotomy" comes in; she cuts off some of her ability
to move and articulate in order to gain more control. In fact, were literal autotomy to occur, Nao would likely be able to
have a greater degree of control over her constructs at all times. Her tail and ears, moreover, count as moving parts that she
must "shut off" to gain more control, and--though Naomi might never admit it--part of the reason she has them may be to train
herself to think with more limbs at once.

She prefers the romantic explanation.

The Search-Engine Learnings of the Modern Scholar:
Much of Nao's technological knowledge is, in fact, a building block for her further understandings of most of her fields of
interest. Naomi is well-versed in the much-lauded Google-fu, and is fairly capable at just about any task she sets her mind
to, given time and access to a research tool. While, of course, Naomi is no script kiddie, she is faintly versed in a variety
of coding languages to the point of being able to read and parse most of the code she sees--being able to pick out important
syntax and the makings of recursive loops, for instance. From a purely technological perspective, Naomi is often as capable as
the information she's been given. A perfect instance of this is her ley-constructs, Aldous and George. They were both
fashioned by Naomi, but significant time and research--taking place over the course of seven months--were required to properly
string together and piece together the knowledge required to fashion the twin hands, using the Chāyì's vast library of
knowledge on vis crystals and fascillomagic anatomy, as well as advanced magical metalworking techniques and even things as
mechanical as hydraulics.

In short: if there is a technical document on how to build a deck and Nao is in need of a deck, she will make that deck.

- Journal : The only thing that sheds any light on her past that she can remember. A considerable amount of the pages have been burned.
- A Nokia Phone : It's used for calling and nothing else. Eve likes to talk to you more or less in person.
- A bag filled with general goods. Clothes, rations, pencils, stuff like that.

- Can achieve flight at breakneck speeds.
- Clawed hands on the end of her wings.
- Talons as feet.
- Incredibly flexible and agile.
- Fire-Resistant.


- Slightly resistant to telepathic abilities due to her hyperactive mind.
- Prone to telepathic interference after a certain speed.
- Predatory instincts.
- Pyrophilic, and will be attracted towards open flames.
- Can be difficult to understand due to how her thought process works.


Phoenix Abilities
Eve's abilities are based off of a phoenix, the legendary bird of flames that inspired half of her normal form. Her abilities stretch pretty exclusively to pyrokinesis and very limited ash manipulation, but her abilities are definitely a force to be reckoned with. That being said, she oftentimes forgets about her pyrokinesis aside from her ability to light her body on fire by igniting her feathers, often remembering her abilities only when she's in a bind or if she is reminded of her abilities.

Unmatched Speed
Eve is alarmingly fast in the air for reasons that are unknown, not even by her. The fastest she remembers flying at was that of a speed of a cargo jet, if not barely slower and at a downward angle. Her flight speed can be increased by drafting and various other ways of becoming more aerodynamic and achieving more speed. It oftentimes results in her main form of attack being a kamikaze dive into a target at bone breaking speeds, although she's often fine.

Damage Reduction and Terrain Instinct
After achieving a speed of roughly fifty miles an hour in flight, Eve's body will become coated in some form of energy. This energy acts as a shield and becomes more reinforced the faster that Eve flies, up to a maximum of around 95% damage reduction upon impact of something. All hits acquired to Eve in this state will cause Eve to slow down, weakening the shield and lowering the amount of speed she can achieve. Similarly, Eve's mind achieves a semi-autonomous state, where her flight patterns and dodging ability contort and shift to accommodate to the terrain she is faced with, but not any attacks. It's difficult to understand and easily disrupted, but it's incredibly convenient.

Mental
Katarina is more or less immune to the overwhelming effects of sensation, such as pain, except when it reaches such a point where it would effectively kill her anyway. And even then, her networked computers will still maintain a semblance of self.
Katarina was always a fair shot with biology, focused on pre-med studies to become a doctor. She also was decent at writing up her own sims for schoolwork. She has far, far surpassed those studies since the discovery of her magical talent.

Physical
Katarina is exceptionally healthy. With the ability to edit her gut bacteria and her immune system on the fly, she hasn’t been sick in years. Combined with tweaking to her genetic code both in its information and what parts are active, she’s not quite sure if she has developed clinical immortality.
Katarina’s in great shape for a human. Not particularly superhuman though. She hasn’t made any breakthroughs to give herself obvious superpowers, finding that the human body is pretty great at what it does for the resources it has to work with. Sure, she has found ways to make little improvements here and there, or small optimizations to focus on what she prefers, but she’s not leaping over any tallest buildings in single bounds. While she is technically superhuman, she is not so to such a degree that the average person fed a diet of action hero movies would believe is superhuman. She’s just a little bit past the edge of normal human capability. Katarina is pretty sure she could completely sweep past that edge completely, if she was willing to make sacrifices in some areas instead of being well rounded, or if she was willing to make Vis or Technological components a more direct part of her physiology. Such measures as adopting parts of Liscentia biology into her own, or using advanced synthesized compounds. But she’s worried about the weaknesses that would introduce. And the possibility of horrible death if she slips up, however unlikely. For now, Katarina’s taking a relatively conservative approach.

Magical
Omni-Informational Interface (Innate): Katarina’s breakthroughpower is to create informational interfaces where none existed before. Very fast and secure ones that don't care about language barriers or distance or even sentience. This includes interfacing computers into her mental capacity, as well as more relatively mundane mind networking with other sentient beings. Depending on the “bandwidth” of the connection made, this can range from telepathy, to making both beings one amalgamate mind, with all the resources, insight, and sensory input of both. This is how Katarina performs her Mind-Jacking and Sim-Time abilities.

Sim-Time (Learned, Application of OII): Thanks to it not caring about distance, Katarina can mount this power through her nervous system making her own nervous system insanely fast and improving her brain's processing power massively. She could easily react and dodge bullets, if her body was capable of doing so. It is not, though she can frequently dodge the arm raising the gun to fire the bullets. Similarly, using this power on computers has made insanely fast servers that produce far less heat, replacing electricity with vis. While doing so can give Katarina access to their computational power, frequently to run even further past the clock speed of ordinary humans with simulations, it also introduces Katarina's own errors to the computers. Mental attacks can work on machines that are part of Katarina's network. She can also cast on other people to enhance their own speed.

Mind-Jacking (Learned, Application of OII): Katarina has a number of tricks for messing with people’s heads. One of them is to record an image of their brain, tweak a few things, and then re-upload the new image of their brain. Allowing her to effectively “skip” that time from their perspective, say, making a security guard who’s being handed your identification believe he’s handing you back your identification after having verified it. She can also create “augmented” reality for people, while inducing a dreamlike state, to fool them into thinking that ‘it’s all a dream, that purple tiger moonwalking across the ceiling couldn’t possibly be real’. One of her few tricks that occasionally works without opening herself up too much is to create a bypass in the targets thoughts, skipping over their inhibitions and reason centers to get them to perform an act without thinking (though she has to cause the thought in the first place through real stimuli). In order to use this ability she has to create a psychic connection, that can be somewhat small. But generally, the more she is willing to make herself vulnerable by widening the connection, the more she can mess with someone else.

Optimal Physical Interface (Phone): Mostly a cocky name for a physical boost type ability, this is basically a Systemic Method enhanced “I am stronger and faster and tougher” with extreme efficiency. Stresses on the body are redirected to locations where that stress will be working with her motion rather than against. While this may not be the most efficient physical boost, Katarina’s extensive testing and effort is reasonably certain that it’s at least a local maximum in efficiency for this methodology. In order to activate this, Katarina uses Sim-Time on her phone to accelerate it's processing power and has it manage this spell, being too complicated for even Katarina's enhanced nervous system.

Medical Interface (Learned): A less cocky name for the exact same thing as physical interface only with medical treatment. The direct manipulation of the body at a cellular and even lower level for repair or modification. Given that this relates to Biology, which is something Katarina was already learning, she decided to store this information on her own nervous system. What may be overstepping her bounds is that Katarina is currently attempting to use this to develop a disease that specifically targets Prae. Her high concept is currently something that targets the higher concentrations of Vis that is present in the Prae homeworld.

Glazed Eyes (Phone): Katarina has also learned a fairly effective "don't notice me" aura. This is her preferred defensive measure. There’s no shield like not being a target. It's fairly subtle, so it's not going to let her sneak in anywhere she's obviously out of place, but if she's dressed to fit in, it usually makes her easily missable. While she has far more potent mental manipulations through Mind Jacking, those also open up her own defenses and is too invasive for her tastes, so she prefers this more standard spell. This spell is stored on her phone even though it's doesn't really need the phone's enhanced processing power, she just felt a bit stuffed.

The Systemic Method (Hybrid): Otherwise known as Formulaic magic, this magical methodology involves the creation of magical constructs which exploit and interact with physics. While most spells could be cast without it, most that do not use this form of magic tend to expend more energy to do less, whereas Systemic magic greatly expands both the possibilities and the subtle nuances of one's spellwork. It is a magic developed by Licentia and it is one of the few things they have shared with humanity, though that was oh so long ago by human standards. Katarina is alright at it, but compensates with her extreme mental speed and processing power while using Sim-Time. Despite her lack of genius she has a lot more "time" to think through things and cast her spell, and her phone part of her brain is very optimized for the calculations her brain brain isn't quite as good at. Her phone also stores some physics knowledge in the last vestiges of its available space to help out.

Phantom Casting (Still not actually learned): Katarina could pseudo-cast multiple spells at the same time due to her vast mental processing power at parallel tasks. However, just before committing the vis to make them happen, she could renege. This would allow her to say, phantom cast a powerful boost on each bullet she is firing from a gun, or each pellet from a mortar. But then only commit to casting on the ones that are about to hit, as judged by her absurd reaction time. We say “could” because she hasn’t actually conceived of or learned this yet, not as focused on martial applications with her powers yet as Cali would be.

Technological
A nicely soupped up phone. Added memory.

Combat knife: While not Vi’s first choice when it comes to armaments, the 8” blade has proven to be a useful companion to her valae. There is nothing spectacular about the blade, except for the fact that Vi has enchanted it for increased durability and to finer hone its edge.

Valae: Currently due to the exorbitant amount of effort and money required to create them, Vi has only managed to procure 3 valae out of platinum tipped silver. For the time being, the only enchantments Vi has worked into them is to increase their structural integrity and to more thoroughly bind the platinum to the silver. (For more information, check the Armori Sonitae hider)

Mental

• Dauntless in the face of danger
• High mental fortitude
• Average level intelligence
• Pragmatic

Physical

• Peak physical condition for a Prae
• Battle hardened reflexes
• Proficient with most bladed weapons
• Savant of Armori Sonitae, or the Rhys’alamot fighting style

Magical/Technological

Imbuement: An ability that is nearly synonymous with the Prae, imbuement allows the user to infuse objects with their vis. The applications of this are numerous, but as the scion to the Rhys’alamot, Vi has specifically been trained in both touch-based telekinesis and enchantment. Of the two, Vi has a stronger affinity towards telekinesis, having been hailed as a prodigy for her ability to weave complex configurations and the sheer amount of objects she was capable of manipulating. And while Vi’s enchantments are nowhere near the same caliber, she has spent a long time developing her skill with them in order to better supplement her arsenal.

Enhancement: More of an offshoot of imbuement than anything else for a Prae, enhancement is the simple art of channeling vis into a specific body part to increase its performance. The magic is rather intuitive in concept, such as allowing one to strike harder by channeling vis into the arms or running faster by channeling it into the legs. There are of course physiological limits to this magic and there is always the risk that excessive use will put tremendous strain on the body which can result in long term consequences.

For Vi, this magic is used almost purely so she can keep up with the objects that she manipulates with her telekinesis in order to overwhelm her opponents. While she is by no means a prodigy at enhancement, her natural athletic physique is greatly supplemented by it, making her move far faster than many would initially anticipate a Prae to be capable of.

Manifested State: When activated, Vi’s manifest takes on the appearance of two wings, which are each made up of four “blades” of golden vis layered on top of one another. Not only does this state vastly improve her telekinetic abilities, but it also allows her to control each of her wing’s blades. While not particularly impressive at first glance, she can use these blades to imbue objects with her vis without direct contact, greatly increasing the arsenal of objects she has at her telekinetic disposal.

It should be noted that since she lost her powers as an Exeo, Vi’s manifest tires her out much more quickly than it used to and limits how much vis she is able to impart to each of her blades. In most cases, Vi can only maintain her manifest comfortably for 10 minutes at a time.

While telekinesis has always been ubiquitous with the Prae, the Rhys’alamot are the ones that pioneered a method of truly fighting with it. On the surface, it looks like its students do little more than learn to coordinate objects into specific patterns, called valans. But in reality, by practicing these formations over and over, the practitioner is able to develop a mental muscle memory of sorts, allowing them to reduce the concentration required to manipulate multiple objects at once and experienced users can even drastically cut down the amount of vis needed to do so.

Over the centuries, hundreds of unique valans have been devised, requiring a lifetime of dedication and training for one to even approach true mastery of the style. For Prae with a decent aptitude, it generally takes 2 to 4 months to truly master a single valan. This is complicated by the fact that each valan generally has a number of variations depending on the quantity of objects being manipulated. And in order to truly optimize one’s use of vis, they would have to manipulate items of the same weight and shape as what they learned the valan with.

Building upon this, the style was built around using innocuous shards of metal pressed into a diamond shape, known as valae. They generally have a dimension of 2’x1’ and are made out of metal that easily retains vis, such as silver. Through imbuement, the valae can be given any number of properties by their wielder to increase its offensive and defensive capabilities.