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[color=66cdaa]֍ Name:[/color] ██████████████
[color=66cdaa]֍ Alias(es):[/color] Zyanya
[color=66cdaa]֍ Gender:[/color] Female
[color=66cdaa]֍ Hair:[/color] Dark blonde ; Non-existent
[color=66cdaa]֍ Eyes:[/color] Emerald ; Undetectable
[color=66cdaa]֍ Skin:[/color] Pale ; Syolsa Plating
[color=66cdaa]֍ Height:[/color] 5'8 ; 6'4
[color=66cdaa]֍ Distinctive Features:[/color] In her pure form, emerald spheres adorn various areas of her body, the most noticeable being the large sphere where her skull would be, and a second smaller one protruding from her chest.
[color=66cdaa]֍ Likes:[/color] All things sweets - chocolate covered fruits, nuts, or cakes, caramels, hard candies. Hydrangeas and blue orchids. Bodies of water. Astronomy.
[color=66cdaa]֍ Dislikes:[/color] Meat. Crowded, unknown places. Overly tart things. 

[color=66cdaa]« Appearance »[/color]

Presenting more humanoid, she is a lithe woman with no real features that stand out or give away that she is more than human. Pen-straight, waist-length blonde hair and unassuming emerald eyes are her most noticeable features. She maintains comfortable attire - loose fitting khaki pants, a thin, olive green cotton tank top, and black tennis shoes. Her pure form is substantially different. Comprised of energy, she is housed in a protective shell of Syolsa metal, native to her home planet. The metal plating is covered in various linear patterns with compressed bits of energy in the form of green spheres in her chest cavity, the side of her lower appendages, and splitting her skull. Bits of the plating are slated to give the appearance of clothing particularly around her knees, shoulders, waist and wrists giving the illusion of sleeves, shoulder plates, the hem of shorts and the flowing edge of a tunic.

[color=66cdaa]« Personality »[/color]

Zyanya is very closed off. Having a track record of losing those who meant the most to her, she makes it nearly impossible for others to form any genuine connection to her. As a result, she comes off as rude and cold-hearted but this is simply out of a sense of self-preservation. Beneath this rigid exterior is someone who is protective, and will fight tooth and nail for the safety of those who have been able to develop any sort of companionship with her. 


[color=66cdaa]« Powers, Skills, and Abilities »[/color]

Barrier creation. Selective telepathy, in the sense she is only compatible with other creatures from her home planet. Physically she is much stronger than her small frame alludes to, having spent extensive hours strength and endurance training. In pure form, her metal body is very sturdy, capable of taking several hits before feeling that familiar ache of banging your elbow on a desk.

[color=66cdaa]« Equipment »[/color]

An unassuming backpack with various knickknacks - small tools, writing utensils, parchment, a compass, cutlery, a flask, and short knives. A metal staff.

[color=66cdaa]« Your Last Memory »[/color]

Laughter, the sweet smell of spun sugar and fragrant hydrangeas. Small cherub faces beaming up at her, pulling at her skirts, guiding her towards the center of the annual autumn festival then.. darkness. High pitched wails, the distant sound of someone screaming her name before being deafened.

[color=66cdaa]« Additional Plot Hooks »[/color]

On her home world of Sirona, she is considered a member of royalty - a princess by birth but a warrior by choice. Her primary function was preserving her family's lineage and enacting barriers during times of war.
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