- Name: Eun-hye (Elise) Kim
- Age: 22
- Gender: Female
- Appearance: Given her above-average height of 166cm (5'5"), Elise is a bit of an oddity among those of East Asian heritage—and something she jokingly blames her father's genes for in the first place. With nearly snow-white hair that barely reaches her shoulders and lightly colored eyes, though, Elise most definitely would stand out among a crowd—for better or for worse. Though not as athletic as her Pilot peers, Elise is at least physically capable enough to handle herself, both in the air and on the ground.
In terms of everyday garments, Elise prefers to wear more modern casual outfits, such as simple shirts and jeans, though she is by no means opposed to something sleek or formal when it suits her mood (rare as that may be). In combat, though, her outfit ends up as seen below (see Chi-Mechframe appearance). - Personality: In spite of everything she has seen and encountered, Elise seems to be able to keep a strong front and face the terrors of a post-Warped world without caving in to the pressures the world places in front of her... If only because she has already done so far too much already. To break down would be to lose those close to her, and that pressure is what drives her onward. Determined though she is, Elise's heart and mind are not infallible—and it is her awareness of that fact that leaves her willing to open up rather than closing herself off from others and the world around them. To that end, she is fairly friendly to the other Frame Pilots on the team and willing to put herself out there to help provide what help she can to both them and the other staff on hand.
With that said, Elise puts a lot more pressure onto herself than she lets on, despite everything else. The idea that the lives of others—her friends, family, and other allies—are in her hands remains firmly lodged in her mind, and to balance that fear with her own capabilities occasionally leads to her overexerting herself off the field than on it. - History: The child of a Korean soldier-turned-translator and American businesswoman, Elise lived a fairly 'average' life in the United States. Much of her time and effort was spent towards academia, be they studying for exams or trying to look good in preparation for college and beyond. Things had been looking fairly good for her by the time she was in her senior year of high school, at least—her grades were good, all her applications had been put on the table, and all that was left was to see what accepted her and what didn't.
Pity that the Warped showed up when they did, though.
Despite efforts by the government to keep the Warped from crossing over the Atlantic, the monsters had reached the eastern shores of the United States within a few months. Living in New York was as much a blessing as it was a boon to the teenage Elise, who soon saw far more military presence in her day-to-day life as resources were diverted to protecting all of the rich businesspeople odd enough to not take flight for greener pastures. But military presence alone was not enough to deter the first wave of Warped, who despite all odds managed to break through to the less fortified parts of the city and take them for themselves. Elise wound up critically wounded by the monsters as they eventually broke into the shelter they had been planned to weather the attack out in, and though many perished in the ensuing battle (her mother among their number), she and her father lived to see another day.
Rather than throw his life away chasing vengeance for his wife, though, Elise's father chose to prioritize his daughter's safety and the miracle that was her survival. Bringing the wounded Elise to a nearby medical facility, the old soldier found himself praying that she would live to see the morrow—and she did, though not solely due to the work of the medical staff on hand.
The years that followed were left a blur to Elise; though she had survived the encounter, she could see her father working himself to the bone in a desperate attempt to keep her safe—likely in part because he failed to keep his wife alive, or so she presumed. However, those days of being kept from trying to support him soon came to an end when a certain woman came to her home one day. She had been scouted, it seemed—her medical records off since the day of her mother's death—and was given the chance to either fight for the front lines or wait until the US government made their move to take her and do much of the same. Her father argued against joining such an organization, of course, but Elise chose to take the hand offered to her instead.
She had seen what hell the Warped had wrought, and rather than be forced into action anyways, being employed by an independent group seemed much less restraining. She had to do something with the second chance she had been given—doubly so if it was because of the monsters that took her mother from her—and to repay those who had been lost like this felt like the right thing to do. - Skills: Elise is actually well-versed in taekwondo, mainly in part due to her father's insistence that she pick up some sort of marital art for self defense and to attempt to connect with her cultural heritage. Besides that, though, she is multilingual, with Korean, English, and Japanese under her belt (though the last one was more incidental and less fluent, given what options she had back in high school).
She's also a fairly decent cook, even if she won't go out of her way to do so. When she misses the taste of home, though, expect her to slip into the kitchen to try and whip something up. - Chi-Mechframe: Selene
- Appearance: "I've got your back."
- Abilities: Built from the core of a vaguely angelic Warped, Selene is a Chi-Mechframe that leans towards long-range precision more than anything else. The halo that hovers atop the user's head works as an interface terminal that connects to the central system on the back remotely, allowing them access to rapid calculations and analysis of conditions to line up shots with ranged weaponry from afar. The 'wings' are connected to Selene in much the same way, enabling the user to fly in the air at whatever angle they so choose. This method of flight, though stable and maneuverable, comes at the cost of acceleration and reaction speed; this, of course, leaves the user ill-suited for close-range encounters.
Selene also comes equipped with a long-range sniper rifle, able to fire both standard ammunition and beams of light with incredible piercing power. Said rifle can either be used while attached to the arm (allowing for some degree of freehand firing) or as a separate weapon (in order to increase stability and precision).
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PYRALIS CONSTANTINA
AGE:
17
GENDER:
Female
APPEARANCE:
Casual Outfit
Pyra stands at a rather modest 157cm (5'2") with an athletically lean build befitting a full-fledged Frame Pilot, an able body honed and trained with the best facilities the skybase could offer. The late-teen possesses brown hair framing sapphire blue eyes and a light-yellowish complexion that's most known among those of East Asian ethnicity. Said hair is cut quite short, barely reaching past her ears. She has a long prominent scar across the small of her back, a remnant of an old wound, one that changed her life forever.
When off-duty, she usually wears modest clothes of no particular style, blending with the common people. The only notable thing to point out is that her glasses aren't prescription as she has perfect 20/20 vision; it's actually a neat gadget that has all the functions of a mobile phone, interactable via an augmented reality UI that she can manipulate with her fingers.
SKILLS:
Aside from all the necessary skills relevant to being an elite soldier, a Frame Pilot specifically, Pyra fancies herself a tactician; whether in tabletop or video games, she loves playing various kinds of strategy games. Although she can't hold a candle to the actual pros out there who fully dedicate their time to RTS games, it's evident that she has talent and had fate spun otherwise, Pyra could see herself competing in the major leagues.
She's aware that tabletop wargaming is quite demanding on the pocket, what's with all the sets, minis, and paint necessary to field an impressive army; fortunately for her, being a Frame Pilot pays quite well considering how important and dangerous their role is as humanity's first line of defense against the Warped.
She's aware that tabletop wargaming is quite demanding on the pocket, what's with all the sets, minis, and paint necessary to field an impressive army; fortunately for her, being a Frame Pilot pays quite well considering how important and dangerous their role is as humanity's first line of defense against the Warped.
CHI-MECHFRAME: Infernus
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Codenamed "Infernus", Pyra's Chi-Mechframe is designed from the Core of a black-red-scaled wyvern-like Warped, one that could launch fireballs and plumes of flames from its throat. When engaged, Infernus shapes into two distinct forms: First, it manifests an armored dress that possesses the supernatural durability of the beast it came from, with tongues of flames occasionally swirling around its wearer. Second, it conjures a curious lance-shaped weapon that acts as the beast's head and neck, as expected, the weapon is specialized to spew intense flames, and unlike mundane fire, Infernus' blaze is capable of effectively scorching through Warped hide and flesh.
Pyra's combat style enables her to work best as a mid-to-long ranged combatant, particularly artillery bombardment and area denial. Mass destruction is the name of the game for Infernus as it's effective against hordes of smaller enemies or a single gigantic foe due to its destructive AoE potential. On the flipside, the Mechframe struggles against singular man-sized elite targets or simply those agile enough to swiftly get into melee range.
Furthermore, just like the monster whose Core it holds, Infernus grants the wearer free flight as Pyra sprouts flaming wings from her boots, carving a fiery trail through the sky with her movements, although it's not particularly agile. She mainly uses this ability to gain a bird's eye view over a particular area, which will most likely be followed by orbital bombardment of said area, while on the other hand, her lack of speed means aerial dogfighting isn’t ideal. She’s more of a carpet bomber than a jet fighter so to speak.
Pyra's combat style enables her to work best as a mid-to-long ranged combatant, particularly artillery bombardment and area denial. Mass destruction is the name of the game for Infernus as it's effective against hordes of smaller enemies or a single gigantic foe due to its destructive AoE potential. On the flipside, the Mechframe struggles against singular man-sized elite targets or simply those agile enough to swiftly get into melee range.
Furthermore, just like the monster whose Core it holds, Infernus grants the wearer free flight as Pyra sprouts flaming wings from her boots, carving a fiery trail through the sky with her movements, although it's not particularly agile. She mainly uses this ability to gain a bird's eye view over a particular area, which will most likely be followed by orbital bombardment of said area, while on the other hand, her lack of speed means aerial dogfighting isn’t ideal. She’s more of a carpet bomber than a jet fighter so to speak.
BIOGRAPHY:
When at the field, clad in her custom-built Chi-Mechframe, Pyralis is a no-nonsense soldier who displays a nigh-unshakable composure. She seems to always have a cold expressionless stare, always ready to follow orders without delay, no matter how dangerous it may be. Her words become terse, only speaking when necessary. One could argue that in the face of mortal danger posed by the Warped, there's no room for doubt as hesitation means certain death.
However, for those who know her from work - such as fellow Frame Pilots - they may be surprised that Pyra exudes nothing of the tranquil fierceness of her Mechframed self. When not in her suit, Pyra is a much more docile person, demure and compassionate, she becomes more "human" so to speak. In fact, this gentle girl is the real Pyra. This is certainly a far cry from the intimidating expressionless machine as she unleashes hellfire upon the Warped menace, a living weapon in the form of a mechanized girl. She doesn't exactly know why herself, but the prevailing theory is that the biomechanical suit instills a part of the beast's ferocity into her.
However, for those who know her from work - such as fellow Frame Pilots - they may be surprised that Pyra exudes nothing of the tranquil fierceness of her Mechframed self. When not in her suit, Pyra is a much more docile person, demure and compassionate, she becomes more "human" so to speak. In fact, this gentle girl is the real Pyra. This is certainly a far cry from the intimidating expressionless machine as she unleashes hellfire upon the Warped menace, a living weapon in the form of a mechanized girl. She doesn't exactly know why herself, but the prevailing theory is that the biomechanical suit instills a part of the beast's ferocity into her.
The brunette couldn’t really remember her blood parents, at least not through her own missing memories. What she knew was told to her by her adoptive father. So it went that one Nikolaos Constantina - a (now-retired) foot soldier of the military - was tasked along with his comrades in an operation to hunt down a wyvern-esque Warped that had been terrorizing one too many caravans and smaller settlements. The unit eventually managed to hunt it down, but unfortunately only after it was just done scorching a poor hamlet.
At first glance, it seemed there were no survivors as flames raged through each and every building they could see, but just as he was about to leave with his comrades, Nikolaos heard... wailing, a cry amongst the fire, an child’s cry to be specific. He located it down to find a young girl trapped inside a burning house, looking no older than twelve summers at most. Much to the soldiers’ shock, not only she was about to burn to death, they could also see a nasty gash across the small of her back, like something jagged had sliced her flesh open; the poor thing was both burning and bleeding, crying her heart out from all the suffering she's in.
Naturally, the soldiers did all in their power to rescue the child with Nikolaos himself being the one who personally scooped her up and dashed outside before the roof crumbled behind him, but only moments later, she fell into a coma due to the shock. However, due to their efforts, she managed to receive medical care and recover, although not completely as she but all lost most of her memories prior to the incident.
Taken by pity, Nikolaos brought the sole survivor home and officially adopted her. Though unmarried, he decided to raise the lucky child himself. In lieu of her lost identity, he christened her "Pyralis", (Born) of Fire, and what a poetic name it is as she’d eventually grow up to be among the elite Frame Pilots, one that specializes in using flames to purge any and all abominations that dared to threaten what remained of humanity’s existence.
How could she even qualify where so many others had failed, one might ask. Well, as it turned out, there was a very specific reason for that; the wound she suffered was from the very same Warped that burned down the settlement and an Echidna infected her through said wound. As research had shown from the young soldier who became the first Frame Pilot, those infected with Echidna but didn't mutate made fine candidates to be Frame Pilots as the Chi-Mechframes wouldn't reject them. This revelation came to her when recruiters from a certain skybase scouted her out, they extended an invitation for her to be inducted into the Frame Pilot training program.
This was certainly unexpected, but... she didn't really mind, in fact, she was kind of happy about it. See, she had always idolized her adoptive father for being such a brave soul, risking life and limb so humanity wouldn't go extinct, and if she could follow in his footsteps, she'd gladly walk that path. In a way, this was her way of repaying her saviors in kind. She was enthusiastic enough to abandon a normal life and - with the blessings of her father - accepted the recruiters’ offer; now at 17 years old, the brunette had become a full-fledged pilot, Frame Pilot Pyralis, the One Born in Fire.
At first glance, it seemed there were no survivors as flames raged through each and every building they could see, but just as he was about to leave with his comrades, Nikolaos heard... wailing, a cry amongst the fire, an child’s cry to be specific. He located it down to find a young girl trapped inside a burning house, looking no older than twelve summers at most. Much to the soldiers’ shock, not only she was about to burn to death, they could also see a nasty gash across the small of her back, like something jagged had sliced her flesh open; the poor thing was both burning and bleeding, crying her heart out from all the suffering she's in.
Naturally, the soldiers did all in their power to rescue the child with Nikolaos himself being the one who personally scooped her up and dashed outside before the roof crumbled behind him, but only moments later, she fell into a coma due to the shock. However, due to their efforts, she managed to receive medical care and recover, although not completely as she but all lost most of her memories prior to the incident.
Taken by pity, Nikolaos brought the sole survivor home and officially adopted her. Though unmarried, he decided to raise the lucky child himself. In lieu of her lost identity, he christened her "Pyralis", (Born) of Fire, and what a poetic name it is as she’d eventually grow up to be among the elite Frame Pilots, one that specializes in using flames to purge any and all abominations that dared to threaten what remained of humanity’s existence.
How could she even qualify where so many others had failed, one might ask. Well, as it turned out, there was a very specific reason for that; the wound she suffered was from the very same Warped that burned down the settlement and an Echidna infected her through said wound. As research had shown from the young soldier who became the first Frame Pilot, those infected with Echidna but didn't mutate made fine candidates to be Frame Pilots as the Chi-Mechframes wouldn't reject them. This revelation came to her when recruiters from a certain skybase scouted her out, they extended an invitation for her to be inducted into the Frame Pilot training program.
This was certainly unexpected, but... she didn't really mind, in fact, she was kind of happy about it. See, she had always idolized her adoptive father for being such a brave soul, risking life and limb so humanity wouldn't go extinct, and if she could follow in his footsteps, she'd gladly walk that path. In a way, this was her way of repaying her saviors in kind. She was enthusiastic enough to abandon a normal life and - with the blessings of her father - accepted the recruiters’ offer; now at 17 years old, the brunette had become a full-fledged pilot, Frame Pilot Pyralis, the One Born in Fire.
TRIVIA:
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❖ Pyralis is ethnically Japanese, but adopted into a Greek family.
❖ Somewhat ironically, she loves cold beverages and dessert; soft drinks, yoghurt, ice cream, parfait, etc.
❖ Pyralis is ethnically Japanese, but adopted into a Greek family.
❖ Somewhat ironically, she loves cold beverages and dessert; soft drinks, yoghurt, ice cream, parfait, etc.
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- Name: Norika Dulac
- Age: 18
- Gender: Female
- Appearance: Casual wear. On the shorter end of the spectrum at 142.24 centimeters (or 4'8"), Norika is often mistaken for being younger than she actually is. She is of a petite build, and inherited several of her father's traits, including his hair and eye color, as well as his complexion. She's quite proud of her locks, and does her best to maintain them, even though shorter hair would be more practical in combat. One of Norika's most noticeable traits is her eyebrows, though usually it's better not to bring them up. She has semicircles of scars on her stomach and back from the fangs of a Warped.
Off-duty, Norika often wears comfortable clothes that don't hinder her movement. One of her trademarks is wearing hoodies (often oversized). She doesn't wear these for warmth; for some reason wearing them calms her down. - Personality: Usually appearing cool and aloof, Norika prefers to be alone or with as few people as possible; if given the choice, though, she would prefer to spend time with animals (except for snakes). She is distrustful of other humans, and if approached by someone her first thought is, "What do they want from me?" Despite her appearance, Norika has something of a short temper, and has little patience for others. This carries over into combat; to say that she isn't a team player is an understatement.
While some Mechframe soldiers look at fighting the Warped as just a job, Norika takes a sort of grim satisfaction or pleasure in combat. She is a skilled fighter, and enjoys toying with her enemies a bit too much. Several times it's gotten to the point that she's been injured in combat or reprimanded by her superiors, and several skybase psychiatric personnel who have interviewed her and examined her records have requested that they be informed of her mental condition on a weekly basis. - History: Born and raised in the United Kingdom, Norika lived a fairly normal life with her parents. Her father was a medical doctor native to England, while her mother was a biologist originally from Japan working in a wildlife sanctuary in England. Despite their busy work lives, Norika's parents did their best to be there for their daughter on top of providing for whatever she needed. However that all changed when the Warped appeared. Despite the travel bans to affected nations put in place, they still made their way to the United Kingdom. For three years she and her parents moved around to try and avoid the Warped, but it was never enough. Two years ago, the family was attacked by a group of large, serpent-like Warped. Despite receiving a bite and Echidna infection, Norika survived, though her mother was killed. After that her father began to change, becoming a shadow of his former self. Though he continued to do everything he could for Norika, he began acting recklessly, and Norika feared being left alone. A day before Norika was discovered by a military patrol, he met his end at the hands of a group of other survivors desperate to survive.
Once safe behind walls and guns, she was quarantined for fear that she would turn. When it was clear that Norika's body had reacted to the Echidna infection like the First Frame Pilot, she was allowed to go to Japan to live with her grandparents, though under constant surveillance. When approached by a certain group looking for Chi-Mechframe pilots, Norika's grandparents were completely against letting her join. However Norika went with them anyway, determined to end the threat presented by the Warped. - Skills: In her time outside of the safety of the walls, Norika has learned to survive by any means necessary. Before her mother's death at the hands of the Warped, she taught Norika how to analyze an opponent for weaknesses and exploit them. While still unfamiliar with much of the flora and fauna native to Japan, Norika is knowledgeable of edible and medicinal plants and fungi from the UK. Thanks to some teaching from her father, she has a certain degree of first-aid skills. Like other Chi-Mechframe users, she has been trained in different forms of combat, and she excels in hand-to-hand and close-quarters combat.
- Chi-Mechframe: Titania
- Appearance: The Titania Chi-Mechframe was created from the Core of a lizard-like Warped with nearly supernatural reflexes. This was translated to the design, with a sleek frame that allows for ease of movement. The headpiece projects a heads-up display highlighting Warped signatures while offering a certain degree of protection against attacks to the face and head. Thanks to a recent upgrade, Titania now projects wings made from energy.
- Abilities: Due to the Core used in its creation, Titania increases the user's speed and agility to an incredible degree, as well as offering a small increase to strength. While the Titania Chi-Mechframe is relatively fragile in comparison to its peers, it excels in hit-and-run tactics. The frame has a built-in weapons on each forearm, which can function as both a sword and shield. Thanks to a recent upgrade, Titania is capable of powered gliding.
With these traits, Norika is often in the thick of fights, getting in close for an attack and backing off; though ill-advised, she'll often "dance" around her enemy and inflict lighter injuries over time. This has led to incidents where Titania has been extensively damaged after taking a hit that Norika didn't see coming. For mid-ranged combat she is equipped with a high-caliber revolver that fires semi-armor piercing, high-explosive (SAP-HE) rounds; due to the size of these rounds, she's often limited in how many she can carry.
Major attack techniques include Luna Blitz, Fairy Dance, and Comet Skewer.
- Appearance: The Titania Chi-Mechframe was created from the Core of a lizard-like Warped with nearly supernatural reflexes. This was translated to the design, with a sleek frame that allows for ease of movement. The headpiece projects a heads-up display highlighting Warped signatures while offering a certain degree of protection against attacks to the face and head. Thanks to a recent upgrade, Titania now projects wings made from energy.
- Other:
- Besides her eyebrows, Norika's two sore spots are her height and her bust; bringing either of these up is likely to get an angry reaction out of her.
- Norika can easily be bribed with things she likes, be it treats, books, or anything else she needs or wants.
- On that note, she's a bit of a glutton. Unfortunately for her, her metabolism is so high that it never goes anywhere.
- Ethnically, Norika is 1/4 British, 1/4 French, and half Japanese.
- She always sets aside some of the money she earns to send to her grandparents.
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- Name: Fukada Hoshiko
- Age: 16
- Gender: Female
- Appearance: A bright and chipper young Japanese girl of average height for her age. See below for more detailed physical appearance.
- Personality: A cheerful and exuberant, friendly girl. She always tries to see the best in others, and in spite of the dire situation that humanity faces she never seems to let anything get her down. To her, always pushing ahead, always keeping her head up, and always facing forward is the way she treats her life. Hoshiko is friendly to a fault, almost aggressively trying to get to know others and introducing herself with a smile on her face. She is perhaps a little too open at times, and can be a little senseless. She is deeply dedicated to the idea of protecting others and saving people, claiming that the reason she's still alive is because someone saved her, so she should pass it on. However, in spite of this bright exterior, Hoshiko's personality is not all that it seems. Deep down, she nurses a deep sense of survivor's guilt, which compels her to do everything she can to throw herself wholeheartedly into protecting others and making sure no-one else has to suffer. This is often to a dangerous disregard for her own safety.
But if she burns out protecting people... is it really so bad...? - History: Hoshiko was an ordinary Japanese girl before the Echidna struck. Even as the crises worsened, her family kept an optimistic attitude, certain that eventually everyone would pull through and that the next day could always be better, an attitude that imprinted itself on her heart. And indeed, it was in this way that they persisted. It seemed this optimistic attitude really was leading to better days, as parts of the world began to recover. Their hometown became a safe haven, not as secure as the big cities but still protected from any major threat.
The optimism could only last so long.
The semblance of normalcy in her hometown was shattered.
Preparing for a school trip to the local natural history museum, which both herself and her best friend Aoki Megumi were very excited about, an attack by a Warped that seemingly appeared from no-where claimed the lives of one of her teachers and many of her peers, leaving any survivors cripplingly injured before it was finally destroyed. Among those injured was Megumi, who suffered a crippling injury to her lower spine that would rob her of the use of her legs. As for Hoshiko, she remembers a sharp, stabbing pain in her chest as a piece of debris punched a hole in her heart. An injury that should have been lethal without immediate medical attention, and yet Hoshiko recovered miraculously the next day. This was because she had been infected, an Echidna parasite entering through the open wound and accelerating her healing process.
Now an asymptomatic host of the parasite, Hoshiko struggled with the quarantine. As soon as she was able to, she wanted to...
She didn't know what she wanted to do. She felt a hollow space inside of her. And yet, she kept smiling, because that was what had got her through everything before, right?
The first thing she did when she was able was to visit Megumi, who was still hospitalized.
She learned she would never walk again not long after.
When she was scouted, Hoshiko jumped at the chance.
She couldn't let anyone else suffer ever again. - Skills: Hoshiko is quite athletic, fast on her feet. She can think quickly, but is rather dense when it comes to school subjects. If you count eating as a skill, Hoshiko is quite accomplished.
- Chi-Mechframe: Hinotori
- Appearance: "With my two hands, and this frame, I'm going to protect everyone!"
- Abilities: Hinotori is a high speed melee offense frame. It utilizes rocket boosters arrayed on the back of the armor to propel Hoshiko rapidly across the battlefield and through the air. her chief weaponry is her hands and feet, which she uses to deliver punches and kicks to her opponents. Her gauntlets and greaves are also equipped with boosters, allowing her to increase the amount of force put into each blow by a considerable amount. Highly maneuverable and capable of rapid pursuit, Hinotori allows for a considerable number of offense options in spite of being limited to punches and kicks. Additionally, by building power into a gauntlet, she can deliver an explosive punch for heavy damage.
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A P P E A R A N C E :
Standing at Olympian height, Seraphima is 1.70 meters tall. She has dark brown eyes and dark , straight and long hair. Her build is slight but strong. And her complexion is pale and natural. She has small lips, which she tries to keep in a genuine upward curve (when not in battle).
P E R S O N A L I T Y :
Being modestly cheerful and deliberately polite and delightful are the forefront of Seraphima's personality. She is passionate about being a good person. However, she has a temper, which occasionally flairs when she feels that her perfectly-constructed-view-of-how-life-should-be is toppled by someone else's reality. Stubbornly, she believes life should be how she sees it. Fortunately, Seraphima has a compassionate side that can persuade her to be much more accommodating than she sometimes feels like being.
On the battle field, Seraphima is collected, analytical and unmerciful. Her good girl behavior morphs into deliberate killing with justified means. She is sharp and up front, not curtsying behind manners. Although, she is not below throwing, thank you's and sorry, but you were in the way's from time-to-time.
On the battle field, Seraphima is collected, analytical and unmerciful. Her good girl behavior morphs into deliberate killing with justified means. She is sharp and up front, not curtsying behind manners. Although, she is not below throwing, thank you's and sorry, but you were in the way's from time-to-time.
H I S T O R Y :
Born to a large Greek family, Seraphima was jam-packed in the middle of two older brothers and two younger brothers. They tussled with her. They doted on her. They protected her. And, ultimately, when she reached the age of 16, she chose a path less taken by taking the vows of a monastic. Two years living on the monastery and not yet having had the opportunity to take her vows, the monastery where she was residing was demolished by the Warped. Many of her sisters were killed or mutated. In fact, Seraphima was wounded, as well, and regardless if was a miracle of God or something else entirely, she did not mutate. She attempted to return home only to find her family had seemingly suffered the same fate as the monastery. Having nothing left, she vowed to protect humanity from the Warped by the best means possible and decided to offer herself as a Frame Pilot.
S K I L L S :
Having grown-up among so many boys, Seraphima learned to take a few punches and land a few, as well. Her style is more like a mixed martial art, as it's nothing taught by a teacher other than the streets of Greece and her brothers. With that said, she also has a good shot. Her father made sure of it. Therefore, it's safe to say, Seraphima is much stronger and tougher than she looks.
She is studious and enjoys researching topics extensively. Therefore, she is quite knowledgeable, and due to her time living on the monastery, she knows many natural remedies. Although, she would not call herself an expert, just extra resourceful.
She is studious and enjoys researching topics extensively. Therefore, she is quite knowledgeable, and due to her time living on the monastery, she knows many natural remedies. Although, she would not call herself an expert, just extra resourceful.
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A B I L I T I E S :
K-01 can glide through the air at high speed, like a mechanical bird. She has agile maneuverability, despite some weight for extra defense mechanisms. Shooting options for explosive beads are displayed on her wrists along with tactical gloves for establishing punishing blows, suited on her hands. The gloves also allow extra grip for climbing and gripping (i.e. scaling a building without the use of her jet-glider). She has a utility belt wrapped around the waist, which is packed with disks, darts and daggers. Oh, and the sequence on the back of her belt helps weigh the suit during flight and is able to project a momentary force field to weaken blows against her. To help keep her in the air and deliver kicks and stomps are a pair of mechanical boots. The boots also have retractable claws that allow the suit better stability when on rougher or distorted terrain.
O T H E R :
She wears a komboskini around her neck for good luck on-and-off the battlefield.
- Name: Louisa Faye
- Age: 23
- Gender: Female
- Appearance: An tall young woman with short fair hair (apparently cut by herself or otherwise cut badly by someone else), a pale complexion and dull blue eyes. Her build is angular and muscular, with any fat that might have gone towards a charming feminine physique ruthlessly utilized elsewhere.
- Personality: Louisa (or 'Lou' as she is more commonly known) is approachable, straightforward, and rational in her demeanor, but internally she is haunted by a constant feeling of malaise and dissonance with regards to the path her life has taken, as if her mind has never quite caught up to the massive and traumatic changes of the last five years (i.e. the world ending, moving to the other side of the world, and becoming an experimental bio-weapon), or as if by some vague yet terrible mistake she has ended up living someone else's story. As a result, she can appear distant, or uninterested, or forgetful, and it can take a while for others to make an impression on her. In a practical sense, this resulted in her scoring below average on the psychometric tests of leadership and psychostability issued during her induction to the mechframe programme.
- History:Louisa grew up in an utterly unremarkable and featureless housing development somewhere in the English midlands. At 18, she was working part-time as an agricultural worker, whilst her few friends had left to attend university elsewhere in the country, and looking with anxiety towards a decidedly uninteresting future. Needless to say, her plans of small-town angst were cut short when the Warped appeared, and disaster after disaster after disaster followed.
Her family was not among those lucky enough to be at the front of the queue of evacuees awaiting resettlement, and after almost two years of delays and confusion they ended up stuck in a temporary housing settlement when an outbreak of Warped swept through.
Louisa was seriously injured, but not fatally, and with the queue of evacuees infront of them substantially shortened by the attack, within a week her family was abled to receive settlement inside the Greater London Fortified Zone. With the medical services under massive strain, Louisa was given rushed and largely inadequate triage surgery for her wounds, and kicked out with little more than a dose of antibiotics and a prayer. Almost miraculously - or, in hindsight, suspiciously - she seemed to recover successfully with incredible speed, and disappeared into the obscurity of the desperate millions clining onto civilization.
Two years later, whilst receiving an X-ray for a fractured rib she received whilst working as a labourer on the city walls, she was surprised when a squad of men resembling a SWAT team in business suits unceremoniously black-bagged her and tossed her into emergency military quarantine. It turned out that whatever doctor had triaged her two years previously had not noticed, or at least not considered, the Echidna parasite well-established but apparently dormat in her body.
The following months - was it a year now? - passed as a blur, as after threats of jailtime, medical experimentation, and exile were thrown around, Louisa met with a woman representing a Japanese organization launching some kind of scholarship programme targetted at rare parasitized but stable humans. She offered protection, evacuation and specialist training to Louisa, with apparently no strings attached. With weeks of isolation and a lifetime of boredom pressing on her mind, it was the easiest choice she had ever made. - Skills: Louisa does not have many party tricks. She had few hobbies before the end of the world, and fewer after. Her main penchant is her raw physical potential, possessing a strong naturally frame trained by (at this point) years of labour and occassional contact rugby with her local evacuee community team. In a professional capacity as a mechframe pilot, this makes her a reliable and competitive training partner. In an everyday capacity, this means she can... get the lids off jars with ease, carry heavy bags, and move furniture without any trouble.
- Chi-Mechframe: Grendel
- Appearance:
- Abilities: The Grendel Chi-Mechframe was developed using a core taken from a monstrous, heavily armoured wyrm-like Warped, inspiring a bulky design with high-density plating. The frame is not designed to be maneuverable or fast, instead opting for sheer mass and defensive capabilities, allowing the user to pull off a high impact charge once or twice to insert them into the center of combat, and then giving them the protection to endure staying in place afterwards.
In line with this, Louisa has trained in a static, highly defensive style of combat, opting to tie down enemies, get in their way, and otherwise provide openings for her teammates to do their thing.
Grendel comes with an attuned heavy glaive, that can be thrown at short range and recalled to the mechframe. The glaive itself is configurable, extending either to its default glaive-configuration or retracting to form a cleaver sword.
In essence, Grendel is uncomplicated and elegant, harnessing the Warped power of a Chi-Mechframe into a classic suit of frontline armour.
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Teodora Constanza
AGE
19
19
GENDER
Female
Female
APPEARANCE
A young woman of Romanian descent. Teodora stands at 164cm (5′4) tall, which is of average height for a young adult female of her heritage. She is of slender build, with only slight muscle tone as a result of her training as a Chi-Mechframe pilot. Out of her formal duty uniform or Chi-Mechframe, her physicality does not look like that of a soldier at all (because she still technically isn't). Having a slightly pale complexion, long flowing locks of light blond hair framed her face, accentuating her vivid red eyes well. An eager smile showing curiosity fueled by mischief is often shown on her face, and at a time when this smile grows wide enough, a pair of longer than usual canine teeth can be seen in her mouth.
Belonging to a particularly wealthy family, in her daily life Teodora tends to wear long-sleeved European style dresses that hinted at said wealth (although this was done less because of a deliberate intent to show off and more out of a habit that goes all the way to her childhood). This typical getup is usually accompanied with an equally intricate looking hair band and a pair of long, usually black overknee socks.
In short, she usually looks like a rich and confident young woman (because she is).
PERSONALITY
CONFIDENT | HAPPY-GO-LUCKY | MISCHIEVOUS
CONFIDENT | HAPPY-GO-LUCKY | MISCHIEVOUS
Teodora's personality as a person is most easily defined by the self-assured aura that she seems to exude almost all the time. This confidence, which at times definitely stumbles into the scale of being overconfident, in turn fueled her relaxed and happy-go-lucky attitude regardless of the trouble or obstacle that she might be facing at any given time. While she is also not at all arrogant and is very unlikely to intentionally brag, this confidence can nevertheless be too much to handle by others, resulting in intersocial discord that is often one sided due to Teodora not even realizing or caring that she's being despised by the individual(s) in question.
Furthermore, while she had recently matured from doing full on childish mischief, some degree of mischievousness remains within her. At best, this tendency may provoke her into playfully teasing others with a light jab or two, which might even be appreciated by those that are not averse to such playfulness. At worst however, she had been witnessed to treat even real time combat situations as if some amusing games, thus potentially severely endangering herself and others.
In conclusion, while her personality is in general not a cause of concern out of the battlefield, it very much represents an operational risk inside of one. A firm guidance from an on-field leader figure, which Teodora fortunately generally accepts readily, is practically essential in ensuring that potentially hazardous consequences does not come to pass during field missions.
HISTORY
Of Romanian heritage, Teodora was born to a very successful business magnate father and an equally successful xenobiologist mother. As such, Teodora lived an entitled life of abundance for virtually all her life, never truly exposed to the typical hardships faced by people of middle and lower classes of socioeconomic status. That her parents pretty much spoiled her due to Teodora being an only child did not help the situation. It was thus quite fortunate that Teodora never really developed the arrogance and callousness that are typical of a spoiled child from a wealthy family, instead 'merely' developing a form of very strong self-assured, very relaxed, and somewhat mischievous characters. It was this fact that made her generally likeable to the people that she interacted with as a child, although on the flip side this tendency of being liked had perhaps contributed into furthering her personality in turn as if an endless loop of positive reinforcement feedback.
Even when things started to become dire and nearly the whole world became a ruined one, Teodora and her family had it much much better than most. While the family nevertheless lost incalculable amount of assets as many of Mr. Constanza's international business ventures went down in flames like most others, they still had more than enough to continue living a good life within the relative safety of Tokyo, especially because the family also possessed some businesses within the city itself. Teodora herself quickly adapted to life in the Japanese capital and went on to continue living her happy-go-lucky life without a care in the world.
And yet, despite her very good life, she shared one thing in common with most other people who ended up becoming a Chi-Mechframe pilot. That one thing was an accident, although in Teodora's case it was pretty much entirely her own fault. On that one day of the accident, she had visited the laboratory where her mom worked as one of those researchers that were researching the enigmatic Warped to better understand them. Echidna specimens were among the samples being researched there. For the most part, strict security procedures made it very unlikely for any sort of accident to happen within the laboratory. Unfortunately, even the most stringent measures can still fail due to human errors; especially if said errors were then unknowingly exploited by an overly curious and mischievous seventeen years old teenager.
Long story short, Teodora was rewarded with an Echidna infection for her mischievousness. Brief chaos ensued, although fortunately Teodora ended up being the only victim of the accident. Soon after, people were immediately divided in heated debates about how to treat the now infected girl. Many were pragmatic, with a few even downright suggesting to turn her into a sample for experiment despite the fact that she was still very much alive and unmutated. In the end, it was her parents' clout and influences that won the day. She ended up merely being confined in an isolated yet very comfortable chamber where her condition were monitored closely twenty four hours a day. In the end, fortune smiled yet again to the girl, as soon it became clear that she was an asymptomatic carrier of the parasite.
Unsurprisingly, the offer then eventually came. This offer became a chance that Teodora ended up taking on very eagerly despite some misgivings by her father. In the end however, with her mother actively supporting the decision and her father once more giving in to the wish of his ever spoiled beloved daughter, Teodora shortly after started her training to be a Chi-Mechframe pilot. Notably, however, the reason for her acceptance was not out any sense of duty or a higher calling to act on the opportunity that her unusual condition had bestowed upon her. She did not decide to become a Chi-Mechframe pilot because she wanted to save the world, nor out of a hatred of the Warped. No. In her own words, her reason was because "It all sounds super interesting! And I'm sure I'll perfectly ace it... Whatever 'it' might be!"
And now, some time had passed since the day that she started her training as a pilot. The young wealthy scion of the Constanza family continued her happy-go-lucky life that had became spiced with things that were most definitely far from boring.
SKILLS
Throughout her life, despite being very much spoiled and living a very entitled life, Teodora nevertheless proved to be a young talented individual with her own set of notable skills:
- Fencer: Teodora is an adept fencer, with years of training since she were as young as 6 years old under several different master fencers hired by her parents to be her instructor.
- Gunner: A skill she cultivated slowly over many years from frequent visits to exclusive shooting ranges accompanying her father. She's far from an expert gunner, but she's able to shot as decently as any other well trained individual.
- High Bearing: Living her entire life as a high class citizen, Teodora is very much well attuned to the social intricacies of the socioeconomical elite.
- Multilingual: Teodora is fluent in Romanian, English, and Japanese.
CHI-MECHFRAME
SUPPLICE
SUPPLICE
ABILITIES
Named after the symphony 'Marche Au Supplice' (March to the Scaffold), Supplice was built around the core of a peculiar bird-like Warped. The Warped itself was rather middling in its overall raw capabilities. It was formidable in that it had no particular weakness, and yet at the same time none of its parameter was particularly high. It was somewhat strong, somewhat fast, somewhat agile, and somewhat durable, yet that was it. A jack of all trades but master of none.
Still, there was one thing that discerned it and made it unique. It had an energy barrier which when fully breached allowed it to launch a single stream of large and powerful beam attack. It was like a last resort ability, energy from the breached barrier was transferred back inside the creature which then were able to unleash that energy as an attack.
Supplice imitated this Warped's capabilities. It is a balanced multipurpose frame possessing:
- Above average parameters in strength, speed, agility, and resilience augmentations; lacking a weak point yet also lacking any particular powerful parameter.
- Flight, emulated via a pair of jet-powered wings.
- Beam attacks in the form of a beam rapier, a single beam blade on each wing, and a medium range beam rifle.
- Energy barrier of above average durability. In the event of this barrier being breached, Supplice will be able to use the barrier's energy to launch either a large, powerful beam wave from the rapier or a large, powerful stream of beam from the rifle. Note that the barrier cannot regenerate by itself; like damage to the Chi-Mechframe itself, it will need to be fixed back at base during maintenance.
- Additionally, Supplice also comes equipped with a small combat knife, and its rifle is capable of firing standard ammunition. These emergency measures are both significantly inferior to the standard beam attacks but nonetheless made to be effective against the Warped.
The peculiar energy halo that can be seen floating above the head piece of the frame served two functions:
1. As a kind of anchor for the floating wings, keeping them in relatively the same location relative to the frame body itself.
2. As indicator for the energy barrier. Upon the energy barrier being breached, the halo will turn bright red.
NOTES:
- Personal color code: #CCCCFF
- Teodora is a massive sweet-tooth, with her favorite dessert being macarons.
- She have a pet male doberman which she named "Vlad Tepes".
- One should be aware that agreeing to go shopping for clothes with her will usually entail at least 6 hours spent in half a dozen different boutiques.
- She likes to eat, but is a rather light eater. Thus, she eats slowly, enjoying each bite of her food.
- She will give people she interacted with nicknames. It's just a matter of when.
- As far as dislike goes, being a bootlicker is a quick way to lose some points with Teodora.
Changelog:
- 26th February 2022:
① Added additional info in NOTES.
② Added Leitmotif.
③ Added details in Chi-Mechframe section about Supplice's halo.
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Xuan-Yu Lang
5'8 | 139 lbs | 25 y/o | MalePersonality
What was a Chi-Mechframe but a superweapon, to be turned against civilization once the Warped were wiped? What was a human, but a vessel to be fit into the cogs of the state? What was he, but a bastard adrift, sustained by directionless spite and anchored by burdens, obligations, and debts?
Xuan-Yu is anchored by a persistent, weary hollowness, one alleviated only by the emotions he draws out of others to fill in his cute, cynical mask. Unlike those who’ve managed to survive the ruination of the world with their psyche intact, the invasion of the Warped and the measures that nations took to preserve themselves had revealed to him the nature of power and humanity, pushing him into the quagmire that his psychology persists in today. The youth with dreams of independence after graduation had been shattered into glass, leaving naught more but an empty vessel ringed with sharp edges. He knows now his worth, the price of a pound of his flesh, the limits of what his efforts could bring. There were only so many people he could hold in his hands, and to overreach, to overestimate, would mean losing more and more. Pressure mounts incessantly, even as Xuan-Yu exudes a surface-level apathy, and the provocations that dance along his tongue exist as the hot vapors that shriek out from a rusted engine. Sarcastic wit and an acerbic outlook are both things he has plenty of, and he’s always poking and prodding, seeing how far he could go with verbalized stress relief, but in the end, Xuan-Yu is undoubtedly a professional.
He will get his work done, with the diligence and focus of a conscript, a volunteer, a Frame Pilot. If all it took was a pound of his flesh to make a place in the world for the few he cares for, then Xuan-Yu would do what he must. It was what was beaten into him for the last five years, after all.
Xuan-Yu is anchored by a persistent, weary hollowness, one alleviated only by the emotions he draws out of others to fill in his cute, cynical mask. Unlike those who’ve managed to survive the ruination of the world with their psyche intact, the invasion of the Warped and the measures that nations took to preserve themselves had revealed to him the nature of power and humanity, pushing him into the quagmire that his psychology persists in today. The youth with dreams of independence after graduation had been shattered into glass, leaving naught more but an empty vessel ringed with sharp edges. He knows now his worth, the price of a pound of his flesh, the limits of what his efforts could bring. There were only so many people he could hold in his hands, and to overreach, to overestimate, would mean losing more and more. Pressure mounts incessantly, even as Xuan-Yu exudes a surface-level apathy, and the provocations that dance along his tongue exist as the hot vapors that shriek out from a rusted engine. Sarcastic wit and an acerbic outlook are both things he has plenty of, and he’s always poking and prodding, seeing how far he could go with verbalized stress relief, but in the end, Xuan-Yu is undoubtedly a professional.
He will get his work done, with the diligence and focus of a conscript, a volunteer, a Frame Pilot. If all it took was a pound of his flesh to make a place in the world for the few he cares for, then Xuan-Yu would do what he must. It was what was beaten into him for the last five years, after all.
History
Who cared for the story of an individual, when it is through the movement of governments that one’s fate was decided? The Warped apocalypse came like a tide, every soldier sent to stall them turned to flesh or host, every country scrambling to secure their own borders or sacrificing their sovereignty to obtain security from larger neighbours. And in the chaos of imminent extinction, so came opportunity for land grabs. Islands, once protected by legislation and convention, were devoured by continental superpowers, turned into fortresses and safehouses for the wealthy and influential, all while metropolises converted themselves into barracks, taking in refugees and sending out conscripts. All for the glory of the fatherland, all for the sanctity of the motherland.
And China, seeing opportunity while the States grappled with their domestic concerns, positioned themselves as the final line of defense for humanity’s hope, shielding the cloistered experimental facilities of Japan with the bodies of the millions that it could no longer feed. Mountainous terrain and massive river systems stalled the progress of both the Warped and civilians alike, while forward cities were set up solely as massive sarcophagi to distract the monstrous horde for days, months, perhaps even a year. They all fell though, as supplies concentrated on city-fortresses that “had value”. There was no space in humanity’s survival for humanity, and individual tragedies had no place in national triumphs. For humanity would triumph through the sacrifice of the masses, just as it always had.
But miscalculations remained, and in wartime, it was the generals, not the ministers, who held the greatest powers. Those conscripted to fight for their cities, for their families, gained a pride of their own. What did they care for the directives of Beijing, when it was their commanders who tolled for them, when it was their relatives who fought beside them? A sense of pride in their own army, in their own city, spawned the first of many military factions, as those who fought on the frontlines decided that it was best to position themselves for the next stage of the war. Alliances formed between the city-states on the frontlines of the Warped War, while fallen cities were subsumed by those still standing.
And what of those refugees, seeking shelter from the Warped, willing to do whatever necessary to ensure that they had a seat in a world with scarcer and scarcer resources?
They fought at the vanguard, obviously. Fought with the lowest pay, the fewest benefits, in the most dangerous scenarios, their will buoyed only by the promise that their families could live as second-class citizens in the militarized cities. Human generosity was in short supply, rations were in shorter supply. Whatever crime against humanity was at play here was simply accepted as a consequence of having to face down the apocalypse.
Xuan-Yu was one such refugee, one such conscript, one such volunteer. Filled with spite towards the army that he had signed his life away to, yet unable to do anything to resist whatever order was sent his way. He travelled where they wanted him to be, fought where they wanted him to fight, and bled where they wanted him to bleed. For fatherland, infertile and scorched? For motherland, broken and skeletal? No, just for a handful of lives, just a letter or two sent when his deployments coincided with the movements of the army’s messengers.
And when an operation in an isolated region of China went horribly wrong, causing mass Echnida infections amongst the soldiers, Xuan-Yu found himself alive where others died. Found himself a Frame Pilot, when the military distrusted his personality, his status, too much to invest anything in him. They were under no illusions of how they’ve abused those like him, and he had made no effort to hide his hatred of them either. Still, he was a collared, mangy beast, and when an international organization of great repute scouted him, the army was more than willing to let him go.
After all, losing a common soldier in exchange for a king’s ransom was no-brainer of a deal, and any potential betrayal was out of the question when they still had a firm grip on his leash.
And China, seeing opportunity while the States grappled with their domestic concerns, positioned themselves as the final line of defense for humanity’s hope, shielding the cloistered experimental facilities of Japan with the bodies of the millions that it could no longer feed. Mountainous terrain and massive river systems stalled the progress of both the Warped and civilians alike, while forward cities were set up solely as massive sarcophagi to distract the monstrous horde for days, months, perhaps even a year. They all fell though, as supplies concentrated on city-fortresses that “had value”. There was no space in humanity’s survival for humanity, and individual tragedies had no place in national triumphs. For humanity would triumph through the sacrifice of the masses, just as it always had.
But miscalculations remained, and in wartime, it was the generals, not the ministers, who held the greatest powers. Those conscripted to fight for their cities, for their families, gained a pride of their own. What did they care for the directives of Beijing, when it was their commanders who tolled for them, when it was their relatives who fought beside them? A sense of pride in their own army, in their own city, spawned the first of many military factions, as those who fought on the frontlines decided that it was best to position themselves for the next stage of the war. Alliances formed between the city-states on the frontlines of the Warped War, while fallen cities were subsumed by those still standing.
And what of those refugees, seeking shelter from the Warped, willing to do whatever necessary to ensure that they had a seat in a world with scarcer and scarcer resources?
They fought at the vanguard, obviously. Fought with the lowest pay, the fewest benefits, in the most dangerous scenarios, their will buoyed only by the promise that their families could live as second-class citizens in the militarized cities. Human generosity was in short supply, rations were in shorter supply. Whatever crime against humanity was at play here was simply accepted as a consequence of having to face down the apocalypse.
Xuan-Yu was one such refugee, one such conscript, one such volunteer. Filled with spite towards the army that he had signed his life away to, yet unable to do anything to resist whatever order was sent his way. He travelled where they wanted him to be, fought where they wanted him to fight, and bled where they wanted him to bleed. For fatherland, infertile and scorched? For motherland, broken and skeletal? No, just for a handful of lives, just a letter or two sent when his deployments coincided with the movements of the army’s messengers.
And when an operation in an isolated region of China went horribly wrong, causing mass Echnida infections amongst the soldiers, Xuan-Yu found himself alive where others died. Found himself a Frame Pilot, when the military distrusted his personality, his status, too much to invest anything in him. They were under no illusions of how they’ve abused those like him, and he had made no effort to hide his hatred of them either. Still, he was a collared, mangy beast, and when an international organization of great repute scouted him, the army was more than willing to let him go.
After all, losing a common soldier in exchange for a king’s ransom was no-brainer of a deal, and any potential betrayal was out of the question when they still had a firm grip on his leash.
Skills
Xuan-Yu, like most young men with all four of his limbs and no severe physical defects, has been conscripted during the beginning of the war to fight for the national security of his country. An infantryman, but one that hasn’t been offered much in the way of proper training, he knows his way around living in a warzone, maintaining his Type 81 AR, and applying emergency medical treatment in substandard environments.
He was an experienced gymnast, specializing in the physically demanding and artistically lacking Floor Exercise. He was a bright student who studied business, back when academics meant something for one’s success. He was a hobbyist violinist, as many youths were back then, but few luthiers of noteworthy skill survived, and his skills did not merit any particular attention from the associations that hoarded what instruments remained.
He speaks Mandarin with a Guangdong accent, can use Cantonese curses, and is proficient in Japanese and Korean.
He was an experienced gymnast, specializing in the physically demanding and artistically lacking Floor Exercise. He was a bright student who studied business, back when academics meant something for one’s success. He was a hobbyist violinist, as many youths were back then, but few luthiers of noteworthy skill survived, and his skills did not merit any particular attention from the associations that hoarded what instruments remained.
He speaks Mandarin with a Guangdong accent, can use Cantonese curses, and is proficient in Japanese and Korean.
Chi-Mechframe: Deathstalker
Appearance
A pitch-black armored body suit with fluid-filled tubing stretching out from its back and scarlet flexors peeking out where the human body’s joints are, Deathstalker was craft of a massive scorpion-based Warped hunted down within the plains of Inner Mongolia. While the monster itself possessed terrifyingly powerful melee strikes, could camouflage itself to appear invisible to the naked eye, and generated poisons so noxious that it could dissolve flesh like cotton candy, it was ultimately detected through radar systems and obliterated by wide-range bombardment. Such is the fate of all assassins. Against indiscriminate destruction, it mattered little whether they truly knew you were there or not.
Abilities
Deathstalker possesses above average physical capabilities in exchange for eschewing all ranged weapons, energy-based attacks, and defensive measures, with particularly exceptional strength and speed. While its Warped inspiration is that of a scorpion, the artificial flexors on the limbs operate more like that of a pistol shrimp’s, able to lock into place before snapping out at supersonic speeds. It is from this that the Chi-Mechframe’s destructive potential is manifested, allowing the Stinger Blade, a sturdy but otherwise unremarkable sword, to rip through hardened armor like its nothing at all. However, repeated usage of these ‘Burst Strikes’ will undoubtedly damage the human beneath, and while leg strikes are roughly three times as powerful as arm strikes, they take much longer to recover between each individual strike as well. Sustained combat is not the Deathstalker’s forte, and an opportunistic mind would make better use of this Chi-Mechframe than a true-blooded warrior.
The Deathstalker’s optical camouflage has seen some improvement compared to its Warped inspiration as well. Drawing in visuals of its surroundings, the Chi-Mechframe is able to project an illusory field over its surface, subsequently melting into the background and allowing it to operate undetected at roughly 60% of its physical capabilities. While this camouflage can be easily seen through with auditory or olfactory means, the small size of the Chi-Mechframe makes it nigh-undetectable on radar and the frame itself can synchronize with the environment’s temperatures, confounding infrared detection. Still, the performance of any physical attack would require optical camouflage be removed and energy reallocated towards more martial purposes, at least against the Warped.
Poison synthesis and generation, however, was the quality that suffered the most during the translation from Warped Core to Chi-Mechframe. While the original poisons could caused catastrophic damage to biological matter with a single drop, the poisons that Deathstalker cultivates are debilitating but rarely lethal. Rather, it would be more accurate to consider it an anesthetic when used against the Warped, numbing their sense of touch and perhaps reducing or even completely shutting down their fine motor control. In the very best case scenario, localized paralysis can set in, but even then, such paralysis does not last long. Officially speaking, this poison’s efficacy, dubbed Red Kiss, has not been confirmed upon human subjects.
The Deathstalker’s optical camouflage has seen some improvement compared to its Warped inspiration as well. Drawing in visuals of its surroundings, the Chi-Mechframe is able to project an illusory field over its surface, subsequently melting into the background and allowing it to operate undetected at roughly 60% of its physical capabilities. While this camouflage can be easily seen through with auditory or olfactory means, the small size of the Chi-Mechframe makes it nigh-undetectable on radar and the frame itself can synchronize with the environment’s temperatures, confounding infrared detection. Still, the performance of any physical attack would require optical camouflage be removed and energy reallocated towards more martial purposes, at least against the Warped.
Poison synthesis and generation, however, was the quality that suffered the most during the translation from Warped Core to Chi-Mechframe. While the original poisons could caused catastrophic damage to biological matter with a single drop, the poisons that Deathstalker cultivates are debilitating but rarely lethal. Rather, it would be more accurate to consider it an anesthetic when used against the Warped, numbing their sense of touch and perhaps reducing or even completely shutting down their fine motor control. In the very best case scenario, localized paralysis can set in, but even then, such paralysis does not last long. Officially speaking, this poison’s efficacy, dubbed Red Kiss, has not been confirmed upon human subjects.
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