Armour.

Mental
- Direct
- Forceful
- Honourable
- Loyal
- Iron Discipline
- Mental Fortitude hitherto unknown

Physical

- Faster than a normal human
- Stronger than a normal human
- Heightened reflexes
- Extreme tactical awareness
- Prodigal Weaponmaster among prodigies
- Endurance to the point of people questioning whether or not she’s even mortal

Magical/Technological

Crystals [Imprinted]
Vis Crystals of various types are used as currency for the five families. Because of this, the ability to make them has been passed down through the generations.

Vis Sense [Imprinted]
The ability to sense, or feel vis in one's surroundings. Fandaniel’s vis sense is fine-tuned to the human form, but she is very adept at the art and is easily capable of determining the other races from one another after hundreds of years of training.

Student of Warfare [Imprinted]
Fandaniel bears the accumulated knowledge of each of her mother and father’s past lives – and is imprinted with extremely impressively detailed fighting styles for practically every known weapon. Fandaniel has mastered the art of the Shield herself, but is capable of using any non-unique weapon handed to her to the pinnacle of its ability (in theory).

Vis Armour [Imprinted]

Fandaniel is capable of shaping her vis into an ethereal set of armour that surrounds her. Due to the strength of her vis and her exceptional ability to manipulate it, the armour is strong enough to turn all but the strongest of physical blows and ward off most intermediate or lower spells. Each hit the armour takes and each spell deflected drains a proportional amount of vis to the force produced. This ability is passively always active.

Vis Shaping [Imprinted]
Fandaniel is unable to traditionally use vis. She is only really able to manipulate vis into the form of weapons, but the weapons she creates by shaping her own vis are very potent. Fandaniel is able to manifest any weapon at a moment’s notice from the arsenal that she has mastered – which is to say, almost any weapon at all.

Annulment [Not Imprinted]
The Louviere family has never manifested any exceptional talent with spellcraft. Most of their line are unable to use any form of magic beyond Vis Shaping, and using a mere fragment of a letter of the fundamental language of creation the earliest Scions of Light developed a magic that creates a field in which all vis is forcibly manipulated to become the same vis that comprises the field, resulting in the unravelling of traditional magic. Annulment is considered extremely rare among the Louvieres, with only Scions ever mastering it, and none ever passing it down to their children – Fandaniel learned it at an early age, and despite constant practice she is only able to imbue her shaped vis with Annulment, allowing her weapons to cut through magic and her shield to repel it. She is able to delay the effect of Annulment on her manifested weaponry for up to sixty seconds, after which the weapon disappears and Fandaniel must manifest it again, expending the vis to shape it once more.

In Ithuriel's manifested state, his body and blood are ignited in a deep red flame that stems from his blood and his skin blackens. The flame is most prominent in the core of his chest, and crackles angrily with energy. He also manifests a set of wings, comprised primarily of sloughed off blackened flesh and the fire that comprises his manifested state.

Ithuriel becomes able to ignite the vis within his blood and objects or individuals that his blood comes into contact with, consuming the blood but creating a flame that hungrily devours any vis it comes into contact with, as well as causing extreme pain due to the toxin created by Vis Dolens. In his manifested state, Ithuriel is also capable of drawing the vis from his blood and generating the red flame independently, and he also coats his flail in the flame for the duration of his manifestation.

While Ithuriel is ordinarily durable, in his manifested state his body becomes almost impenetrable through force alone and he is able to heal any wounds he may have by absorbing any extant blood or by consuming his flames currently burning using external vis, though this does not replenish his vis nor allow him to extend his manifested state. Ithuriel can maintain his manifested state for up to three hours due to extended practice and the influence of the God-King.

Out of combat, Ithuriel can choose only to manifest his wings, which causes a negligible amount of vis drain.

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 rune laced jacket meant to perform a variety of defensive or offensive options
A scarf
A specialized halberd. It has a larger blade, and has been enchanted. The enchantments make it lighter, make it extend a half foot, and keep it in a pocket dimension until needed.
A workshop dedicated to producing runes en masse
Various clothing and an apartment

Mental
Sarah’s intelligence is almost exclusively book smarts, rarely straying too far into the arena of actual experience. Her aptitude comes in preparing, and rarely improvising. She takes to new subjects well, though she tends to struggle with more conceptual disciplines Sarah is a hard headed woman, though in casual conversation she can be quite agreeable. She was trained to defend herself from psychic attacks, though she never took too strong an interest in the matter.

Physical
Sarah is not particularly strong, her strength almost always comes with what she has already practiced. The muscle memory is there, but she could definitely improve her physical strength quite a bit. Her reflexes are noteworthy, though not unbelievable.

Magical/Technological
The sect of magic mainly dealing with runes is definitely Sarah’s strong point, as there is no subject she has invested more time into or read more about. Her jacket is designed to ward her literally and figuratively, as well as give her more vectors of attack. She can cast spells considered basic for humans, such as creating lightning bolts or fireballs. It also can detect and defend against very specific types of danger that she has specifically prepared for in advance. Her runes can detect many extreme changes, such as great increases in the amount of vis around her, extreme temperature changes; physical damage to vital areas will be reduced by the jacket if it covers said area. It tries to create an equilibrium, slowing hard hits and heating her up when she gets too cold. There are also various runes spread around the jacket meant purely for storing vis, though their capacity is barely a tenth her own total. This is slowly drained through the act of waiting for stimuli, and she tries to replenish it when convenient.

Illusion magic is the runner up, as the act of constantly disguising herself has led to her researching it through her teachers and her highly coveted collection of books. With this, as the attention drawn by illusion magic can be a problem, Wards are also a point of interest. When she considers herself in danger, she will often ward herself to help disguise her true form even more.

Sarah’s manifest culminates in a more advanced expression of her normal magical usage. The line between her body and her vis begins to blur as her manifest begins. Next the line between herself and the world begins to blur, as the image of her fractures through illusion magic, appearing as if she were a glitch in a computer program. The ‘textures’ that makes up her body seem to sporadically separate and get erased before reappearing. Her intuition when it comes to vectors of attack increases drastically. Her runes raw power increases significantly, and the act of interfacing with them becomes as seamless an interaction as moving her body. Her stamina is also greatly increased, meaning she can fight better for longer.

Aevyrion’s manifest state spreads her vis out wide, and wrests control of all light within the area. Then, once Aevyrion has gained control of the light, she condenses it into a miniature replica of Priscus’ largest (white) sun, which hovers above her for the duration of the manifest. For as long as the sun exists, all light within half a mile of Aevyrion is drawn into it and shed only within a ten foot radius of Aevyrion – blanketing everything except her in complete darkness.

While manifested, Aevyrion’s light-based abilities and weapons are dramatically empowered, though they are no longer able to leave a ten foot radius of her. All visual sensory input except Aevyrion’s, save for the Sight, is rendered useless within the half-mile radius of Aevyrion’s manifest unless within the ten foot radius of her.

The density of vis within the dark area of Aevyrion’s manifest also causes a vague sense of dread, similar to the feeling of having disappointed the God-Queen, within those subjected to it – which is typically extremely effective against other prae.

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.

Various items relating to espionage, identity theft, and generally being a badass.

Mental

Telepathy - The Tereshkeyva are notoriously powerful psychics, and as the acting Head of House Katya is accomplished even by their standards. Katya’s telepathy is exceptionally potent and extends to the entirety of Medius – with preparation, she is easily capable of breaching the barriers between realms (though she is only able to send messages in this fashion, and the transmission is extremely difficult to understand due to interference from Pylae).

Clairvoyance – Though true clairvoyance is exceedingly rare, Katya has a form of the ability insofar as that she is able to intuit what someone will do based on their surface thoughts. As individuals around her with less than extreme psychic protection think of actions, Katya receives the information simultaneously and is able to adjust her own actions accordingly. This is limited by Katya’s own processing speed, which is not high enough to replicate the intense bursts of speed achieved by – for example – master swordsmen.

Profiling – Katya has an imprinted form of telepathy that allows her to completely copy a target’s entire mental profile, and gain access to someone’s entire personality and suite of memories for as long as she is shapeshifted into their form. The creation of the imprint requires a very invasive psychic probe – though Katya is so skilled a psychic that individuals without extreme psychic defences will not even know that they have been probed. Once Katya relinquishes the psychic profile and shapeshift, she does not retain any of the target’s memories unless they are stored using a physical medium.

Deduction - Katya is exceptionally astute, even among the Tereshkeyva. Though she has no claim to leadership of the Tereshkeyva by succession, she has been ruling them for centuries from the shadows. It is virtually impossible to surprise Katya, and she is capable of using her telepathy and extreme perception to make jumps of logic even geniuses simply would never be able to think of.

Mental Fortress - Katya’s mind is almost completely impenetrable. Her psychic skill renders all but the absolutely most powerful attempts to establish any form of psychic link (including telepathy, mind reading, etc.) futile unless she directly allows it.

Physical

As a Precursor Descendant, Katya is more physically adept than the majority of humans. Years of guerrilla warfare, espionage, and stealth have left her in peak physical condition.

Magical/Technological

Shapeshifting – Imprinted - Katya is a powerful practitioner of the signature Tereshkeyva magic – shapeshifting. The Tereshkeyva precursors, upon gaining access to the genetic material of an individual (through touch, a sample, or a particularly dense chunk of vis), are able to shapeshift into the phenotype expressed by the genome that they copy. The copy is flawless – insofar as the genetics are concerned – though modification is typically required to match the exact appearance of an individual as a perfect expression of a phenotype does not take into consideration environmental affectation. Katya automatically adjusts her shapeshifts to be flawless copies of those whose genetics she imitates.

While shapeshifted as a target, Katya automatically assumes their psychic profile, and as a result is able to use any inborn talents they may possess, as well as use all of the magic that they are capable of performing with all requisite knowledge. Katya’s shapeshifts are only perfect on humans, however – she is unable to copy a Licentia’s soul core or a Prae’s crystal and thus cannot perform any feats that require these things. Due to her extreme psychic power, however, she is capable of creating a psychic projection that creates a convincing enough illusion of their presence that it will fool anybody not of a similar psychic level to Katya (or in other very specific situations).

Stealth – Imprinted - Katya is capable of causing individuals to simply not register her presence with her psychic capabilities, however, this does not affect machines. Katya cannot be psychically sensed unless she wishes to be sensed, and traditional methods of vis sense within 25 feet of her simply fail to work, not registering her presence at all. If she has already planted a psychic probe in an individual, she is capable of extending this effect to them regardless of distance (as long as they are both on Medius).

Psychic Probe – Imprinted - Katya is capable of manifesting a psychic probe within the mind of a target which serves as an anchor for her other psychic abilities, as well as being the root of her Profiling ability. For as long as a placed psychic probe remains within a target, Katya is able to draw upon their mental profile (assuming that she has also shapeshifted into their form) – and if the probe is removed, her profile also immediately ends and no memories whatsoever are retained.

Vis Reserve – Katya’s vis reserves are substantial by Tereshkeyva standards, which puts her only slightly behind the average precursor from another family.

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.