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Names: Ai and Yuu
Nicknames: Little Red and Silent Blue; The Gemini Sisters
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Appearance:
Both Ai and Yuu stand at the dainty height of 4'11", weighing roughly around 95 lbs.
Ai was gifted with dark, emerald eyes, and shoulder-length auburn hair, a perpetual scowl is engraved into her childlike features that cause "Little Red" to seem younger than age identifies her as. She dons a red cloak and cowl tied together with an orange ribbon over a white shirt and beige breeches, hiding a surprisingly muscular body that has been trained and modified to the peak of physical fitness.
Yuu possesses platinum-blonde hair that was cut off before it touches her shoulders, framing her smooth, gentle features and dulled, blue eyes as a black bow hangs loftily from her bright colored locks. Her perpetual, light smile warms all who are graced with her presence. A blue mantle with hood is worn ontop of a white dress that cuts right below her knees.
Their numbers are located on the outside of their left thighs in coal black ink as Roman numerals. Predictably, they are not very pivy to showing it off.
Number: 1
Rank: B
Personality:
Ai, while not terribly ill-mannered, emulates a misanthropist in how she deals with other people. She keeps her distance, even from her fellow half-brothers and half-sisters, only replying with curt sentences that explain absolutely nothing in-depth. However, she always listens to whatever is said, and juggles it within her mind before giving an answer. The only person she speaks with constantly is her "true sister", and is terribly protective of her, to the point where she gets physical with whomever dares to cause her "sister" discomfort. For whomever can deal with her pelutant attitude, they will be rewarded with a true friend, someone who can open up and share everything about them and expect the same in return. Break that trust, and her habits will spiral into a worse than before, shutting out everyone except the person who has been with her throughout her life.
Yuu, on the other hand, cannot speak at all. Or, if the ability of speech is available to her, she refuses to. Instead, she conveys her feelings through actions, such as butterfly-hands when she's intrigued, waves when discomforted, and hands clasped together when happy. She can even use sign language, usually when something needs to be explained when no one else is around. Not many understand her language of hands, mostly because of her "true sister" getting in the way, but those who do are usually surprised at how snarky she could be if spoken to. Despite all of her speaking deficiencies, Ai can somehow understand what Yuu tries to convey without fail, sometimes without Yuu having to do a single thing, creating some interesting one-sided conversations. Not much phases her compared to others, and keeps a calm, collective state even in the face of dire circumstances. When her "sister" isn't keeping everyone away, Yuu can be a silent friend who can keep company with anyone, even the worst kind of people.
The situation of Mina is a silently unspoken subject between the two, having been separated from her for more than 11 years of their lives. Strangely, she is one of the few things that give Yuu pause, and Ai a reason to speak talkatively, mostly in praise and positives.
Both sisters, no matter what the circumstances, have sworn to protect anyone they can, going out of their way to save civilians and their half-siblings even when it may put them in danger. The only reason Ai agreed to such a thing was Yuu's threat of intentionally stepping into danger without reason if she would not. While they do follow orders to the letter, if it involves breaking their vow, they are willing to fake losing communication in order to carry out their promise.
Likes:
Ai
• Keeping Yuu happy
• Training
• Reading
• Cleanliness Maintenance
• Stars
• Chocolate
• Running
• Trust
• Peace
• Authenticity
Yuu
• Groups of people
• Her fellow AGs
• The Happiness of others
• Water
• Nature
• Watching others train
• The concept of a normal, human life
Dislikes:
Ai
• Seeing Yuu hurt
• Oath-breakers
• Liars, cheats, and the like
• Insistent people (sometimes)
• Gods and Fiends
• Death without reason
Yuu
• Unhappiness
• Watching others fight and die
• The scent of war (smoke, death, etc.)
• Fighting with no cause
• Fighting without care for others
• Bland food
• Sticks-in-the-mud (She's trying to get her "sister" to stop being like this. Its not going anywhere.)
Enhancements:
*Mina was created to be the ultimate duelist, one who could fight a God one on one and come ontop. Ai and Yuu emulate her to the best of their abilities, fighting single, priority targets while other AG destroy the waves of enemies supporting the targets.
• Vision - Ai and Yuu can see farther than the average human, with a whooping full mile of clear sight before bluring. Ai has a magnified sense of detail, giving her an easy time for pointing out weak spots and areas of attention. Yuu's eyes are sensitive to movement and action, even the faintest shimmer of the light is caught by her steady vision.
• Movement - Both of the Gemini Sisters can cover ground quickly, moving up to speeds of 50 mph when not under the effects of adrenaline and even faster under stress. Ai uses quick movements that allow access to all flanks of a target, while Yuu employs elongated movements to keep within Ai's blind spot and block anything that comes their way.
• Strength - The strength to fight a God on equal footing... is not what these two have individually. Rather they use what enhanced strength they DO have to compensate. Denser muscle fibers and skeletal structure along with general enhancements throughout her whole body allow Ai to use enough strength to crush steel alloy with only arm and hand strength, and throw a Fiend with full body movement. Strong but flexible joints and ligaments, coupled with a sturdy body in general gift Yuu with the ability to block at any angle, take hits, and still stand without much wear on her body.
• Reflexes - Both Ai and Yuu can act on a dime, reacting within 1/20th of a second to any threat upon their persons. Whether their bodies are fast enough to handle it, however, has yet to be seen against an enemy faster than the fastest Godslayer.
Weapon(s):
• See: Abilities - Heaven's Armory
Abilities:
• Convergence - Ai and Yuu, believe it or not, are one and the same. Two halves of the same whole, Mina, that have only a fifth of the original's power, and even less of her potential. They are forbidden from reuniting as Mina until they are ordered to, ontop of the regular limiters, as merely the power released from her awakening created a small crater eleven years previous. While as individuals, their collective rank is B. Mina's current rank, however, has not been disclosed to anyone. This invisible bond between the two has forced them into having connective abilities that can be both boons and banes.
°Spirit Link - The two "sisters" have an intrinsic "link" that ties them together having strange affects such as shaking, nausea, and other withdrawal symptoms when they are separated by more than fifty feet. If one is knocked out, the other will follow moments later, and the same is assumed for death. However, they each have the precognizant ability to understand what the other is thinking, as well as what they may be doing, allowing them to work in perfect tandem without fail.
• Specialized Training - As both parts of the whole named Mina, each sister takes a certain role of the original's power. Ai wields her sword, the offensive portion of combat, while Yuu completes it with her shield, the defensive. Ai has mastered multiple types of close range weaponry, easily changing her style of combat with each weapon. Yuu can efficiently position her shields to take as little damage as possible while still defending her objective entirely, diverting blows as easily as breathing. Their entire lives were trained upon this principle, and both of them can easily cover the other if they fall.
• Heaven's Armory - The Gemini Sisters can create constructs of pure, yellow light, weapons of battle that suit their needs and enemies. Despite the usually ethereal nature of light, these weapons are as physical as any weapon, and as strong as steel alloy. Enough to equalize the playing field against a normal Fiend. Each weapon created has a set size, and cannot be modified from its original make (Ai's broadsword is five feet long, while her javelin in four foot three, etc). The weapons are created and dismissed within moments, and should a weapon be broken for whatever reason, it can be mended in seconds so long as there is illumination.
°Heaven's Armory: Blade - Broadswords, Zweihanders, Nodachi, etc.
°Heaven's Armory: Shield - Bucklers, Towers, Kites, etc.
°Heaven's Armory: Point - Spears, Javelins, Halberds, etc.
°Heaven's Armory: Shield - Bucklers, Towers, Kites, etc.
°Heaven's Armory: Point - Spears, Javelins, Halberds, etc.
• The Two Flashes of Heaven - This ability is limited to Ai only. By vibrating the molecules within her weapons and the air around her, Ai can use two different attacks that have destructive results. Using more than three a day, however, puts a massive strain on her person, and subsequently her "sister". Used only when nothing else damages her foes.
°The First Flash of Heaven: Laser Light Show - After a short delay, Ai's next attack splits into dozens of rays made of the same substance of her weapon, essentially emulating high-speed strikes as they strike in multiple directions onto the target. These strikes are no stronger than her regular blows, and only hit the same side Ai swings at.
°The Second Flash of Heaven: Dove's Song - Her weapon emits a bright blue glow, and then swung to create a wave of pure plasma, vaporizing anything within ten feet of her strike. This sent distance is usually dodgeable by faster opponents if the target isn't held in place.
°The Second Flash of Heaven: Dove's Song - Her weapon emits a bright blue glow, and then swung to create a wave of pure plasma, vaporizing anything within ten feet of her strike. This sent distance is usually dodgeable by faster opponents if the target isn't held in place.
Heaven's Raid - This ability is limited to Yuu only. When the situation calls of it, Yuu can create a blindingly bright wave of physical light that both blinds and knocks back anything it comes into contact with. This ability can be used to propel Yuu across long distances if aimed at the ground beneath her feet, and can even carry a passenger should she employ her Tower Shield. Can be used much more frequently than the Flashes of Heaven, but becomes straining after multiple usages.
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M A X W E L L /// O C H R E
“Not everything needs to happen all at once. Some things just need a little time.”
O V E R V I E W
N A M E
Maxwell Castillo
A V A T A R
Ochre
A G E
22
G E N D E R
Male
V I S A G E
Ochre can be identified as a lean, Caucasian male, who stands at a relatively average height of 166cm, displaying intriguing jade eyes and raven-black hair. While usually seen in light, leather cloth that boasts a bronze pauldron on the left shoulder, it would not be surprising to see him wrapped within a cloak, equiped with chainmail under scale armor, or donning full platemail while out in the field. His entire figure, despite his current state of movement, seems to be in perpetually sedated position, as if the state of affairs in the immediate world around him are merely just another second in time.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Ochre is slow.
That is not an insult to his intelligence, despite the popular belief that he is mentally impaired as well. No, the description is used to describe him as a person. Everything he does, despite its true speed, seems downplayed in comparison to the actions of others. If a line of people moved at an equal pace, with the same tempo and in a perfectly straight line, the drill sergeant composing the practice would shout at him to pick up his pace. It is an almost instinctual reaction to his presence, to the lethargic air that seems to encompass his sphere of influence. Even in combat, as he moves throughout the field, setting traps on the fly and slicing at foes as quickly as any fighter, his allies have frequently noted that the man works less than the rest of them. It befuddles everyone around him, even those who are knowledgeable of his passionate side, of the man who would go far and beyond the call of duty to get a job done. If it wasn't for his similarly fervent attachment to the bonds between others, a close friend would think him more suited for Draethir than Sikth
This unhurried nature spreads to his mannerisms as well, having no sense of the word "Quickness" in his consistency of arriving late to every sort of function or meeting. Any person who knows of him understand to give him the time of a meeting up to thirty minutes earlier than the designated, as to make sure he shows up on time. Something to note about him is his patience, and while it may strengthen the idea of his unnatural sluggishness, it is probably one of the main reasons for his success in Pariah. Minutes, Hours, and once, even Days, he is capable of waiting out the perfect circumstance, springing a trap when the most optimal situation may appear. During special occasions, however, one would be amazed at the speed of his momentum, taking him from point A to point B in record time for the sake of his companions. But, as fitting of a Sikth, this sort of behavior is seen rarely, to the point where his closest friends may comment that "a blue moon is more common than seeing Ochre move quickly".
Any who are capable of seeing past such idiosyncrasies would find a young man capable of extraordinary compassion, taking to heart any sort of problems a person may have and seeking to make it right, even complete strangers. Anger is not a word in his vocabulary, accompanying "Haste" in the mental garbage bin, though irritation is very likely to be present within a situation that isn't solved within the first few tries. Most of the time, however, he is usually laid back in his way of speaking, not usually taking offense to many things. Any mistakes or issues with his own person are corrected almost immediately, though retaining his amendments may take a few weeks. The only exception to this is his own skills, and a one track mind is set on developing the strongest set of armor in Pariah. While he is still far from reaching that goal, he gains another step closer everyday.
That is not an insult to his intelligence, despite the popular belief that he is mentally impaired as well. No, the description is used to describe him as a person. Everything he does, despite its true speed, seems downplayed in comparison to the actions of others. If a line of people moved at an equal pace, with the same tempo and in a perfectly straight line, the drill sergeant composing the practice would shout at him to pick up his pace. It is an almost instinctual reaction to his presence, to the lethargic air that seems to encompass his sphere of influence. Even in combat, as he moves throughout the field, setting traps on the fly and slicing at foes as quickly as any fighter, his allies have frequently noted that the man works less than the rest of them. It befuddles everyone around him, even those who are knowledgeable of his passionate side, of the man who would go far and beyond the call of duty to get a job done. If it wasn't for his similarly fervent attachment to the bonds between others, a close friend would think him more suited for Draethir than Sikth
This unhurried nature spreads to his mannerisms as well, having no sense of the word "Quickness" in his consistency of arriving late to every sort of function or meeting. Any person who knows of him understand to give him the time of a meeting up to thirty minutes earlier than the designated, as to make sure he shows up on time. Something to note about him is his patience, and while it may strengthen the idea of his unnatural sluggishness, it is probably one of the main reasons for his success in Pariah. Minutes, Hours, and once, even Days, he is capable of waiting out the perfect circumstance, springing a trap when the most optimal situation may appear. During special occasions, however, one would be amazed at the speed of his momentum, taking him from point A to point B in record time for the sake of his companions. But, as fitting of a Sikth, this sort of behavior is seen rarely, to the point where his closest friends may comment that "a blue moon is more common than seeing Ochre move quickly".
Any who are capable of seeing past such idiosyncrasies would find a young man capable of extraordinary compassion, taking to heart any sort of problems a person may have and seeking to make it right, even complete strangers. Anger is not a word in his vocabulary, accompanying "Haste" in the mental garbage bin, though irritation is very likely to be present within a situation that isn't solved within the first few tries. Most of the time, however, he is usually laid back in his way of speaking, not usually taking offense to many things. Any mistakes or issues with his own person are corrected almost immediately, though retaining his amendments may take a few weeks. The only exception to this is his own skills, and a one track mind is set on developing the strongest set of armor in Pariah. While he is still far from reaching that goal, he gains another step closer everyday.
B A C K G R O U N D
Honestly, there's not much to say about his life. He lives in a modest apartment, graduated with a college degree in the past year, and even more recently found an internship as a business associate. His only sibling, his sister, is going through her freshman year in a university, sending him postcards from her little corner of the world. His parents, happy for his accomplishments, drive to see him every month to catch up, enjoy each others company, and generally live life in a joyous manner.
However, a few months ago, his sibling sent him a package instead of an envelope. Curious, he opened the container to find a copy of the latest hit "game", Pariah, and the regular postcard he usually received. Apparently, his parents and his sister had pooled money together in order to give him a congratulatory gift for his currently progressing life. Having forgotten to buy one for him on the day itself, it was agreed to procure a present more opulent than they otherwise would have. Touched by the gesture, he started up the program only minutes after receiving it.
He remembered to thank them for the gift a week later with a surprise visit to his sibling, and a big hug to his parents when they came for their routine visit to his home.
However, a few months ago, his sibling sent him a package instead of an envelope. Curious, he opened the container to find a copy of the latest hit "game", Pariah, and the regular postcard he usually received. Apparently, his parents and his sister had pooled money together in order to give him a congratulatory gift for his currently progressing life. Having forgotten to buy one for him on the day itself, it was agreed to procure a present more opulent than they otherwise would have. Touched by the gesture, he started up the program only minutes after receiving it.
He remembered to thank them for the gift a week later with a surprise visit to his sibling, and a big hug to his parents when they came for their routine visit to his home.
A T T R I B U T E S
R O L E
Support/ Tank
A F F I L A T I O N
Sikth
P R O F E S S I O N
Armor Merchant
W E A P O N O F C H O I C E
Griffzungenschwert, though the use of a Hammer cannot be unfounded
B E N C H M A R K S
Exploit Armor Weakness - Many foes have some sort of armor equipped onto their person within the world of Pariah. Metals, scales, shells, all sorts of protection that may deflect or mitigate the extent of injuries created by attacks. Having created a variety of armors himself, Ochre has used his experience to innately pinpoint the flaws within the protective coverings of his enemies, taking advantage of openings and cracks that naturally occur, or even those created by wear and tear to harm the more malleable, fragile flesh underneath.
Magical Trap Creation - Gathering materials from the creatures of Pariah is quite vexing, as combat with monsters and beasts may unintentionally render such elements useless, marred by cuts, fractures, and other sorts of disfigurement. As such, Ochre has taken measures in order to keep his targets as closest to completely intact as possible, delaying the activation times of debilitating spells that cause afflictions capable of incapacitating targets, such as momentarily restricting movement via paralytic sparks, plagues of vertigo and blinding flares, or slow-acting poisons useful for steadily draining a monster of its energy. Through practice, he has gained the ability to "set" such spells at designated locations, and granting them the ability to be remotely activated by special conditions, such as proximity or pressure.
Second Skin - As Ochre crafted more, and more, and more varieties of armor and attire, he slowly became used to each individual style, the contours and shape of each becoming as familiar as an old friend. As a result, he is able to move unrestrained in any sort of armor, from the lightest cloak to the heaviest platemail.
Magical Trap Creation - Gathering materials from the creatures of Pariah is quite vexing, as combat with monsters and beasts may unintentionally render such elements useless, marred by cuts, fractures, and other sorts of disfigurement. As such, Ochre has taken measures in order to keep his targets as closest to completely intact as possible, delaying the activation times of debilitating spells that cause afflictions capable of incapacitating targets, such as momentarily restricting movement via paralytic sparks, plagues of vertigo and blinding flares, or slow-acting poisons useful for steadily draining a monster of its energy. Through practice, he has gained the ability to "set" such spells at designated locations, and granting them the ability to be remotely activated by special conditions, such as proximity or pressure.
Second Skin - As Ochre crafted more, and more, and more varieties of armor and attire, he slowly became used to each individual style, the contours and shape of each becoming as familiar as an old friend. As a result, he is able to move unrestrained in any sort of armor, from the lightest cloak to the heaviest platemail.
Optimal Decortication - Hunting monsters and beasts within the world of Pariah is commonplace, the corpses of the fallen creatures holding unrefined treasures that are just waiting to be put to use. Noting this aspect through his own musings, Ochre has developed the precise talent of extracting materials from the corpses of monsters, selling the procured components for money from fellow merchants, or making use of them for his own desires.
Proficient Leatherworking - Through his natural routine of skinning the creatures that fall in battle, Ochre accumulated a surplus of pelts and hides from multiple species of beast and monster. To keep his efforts from falling to the way side, Ochre has matured for himself the facility of crafting leather instruments from the materials he collects. From clothing, to decorations, to actual musical instruments, Ochre has developed his art to a fine point, capable of creating a multitude of products for both his business, and for himself.
Competent Blacksmithing - While harder to come across than pelts, metal is a commodity common within caves and dungeons. Being an adventurer as well as a merchant, Ochre was able to come into possession of such materials from the areas he visited, and monsters defeated. Supplementing his Leatherworking skills, Ochre expounded on his craftsmanship, molding and striking metal into equipment and trinkets as well as he sew leather.
Adept Armorsmithing - Protection is key within the world of Pariah. When an enemy is more nimble, stronger, smarter, and generally a better combatant than another, the only way the underdog would be able to win is by the state of his equipment. Specifically, his armor. After developing his skills in shaping cloth and metal, Ochre was able to use such talents in the development of protective equipment, ranging from light, heavy, and even domestic pieces of attire. While not as efficient as the enchanted apparatuses rewarded through high-level dungeoneering, his works are a cut above the average.
Traveling Salesman - Taking the phrase “off the beaten path” literally, Ochre has become a well-versed salesman in the art of "travel". A vendor no matter where he is, no matter the place, situation or time, due to the fact he is constantly moving and selling his wares in towns throughout the realm. This has given him trade awareness within various provinces as well as an understanding of the various economies of aforementioned provinces, picking up information from the multiple prefectures that others would lack.
Proficient Leatherworking - Through his natural routine of skinning the creatures that fall in battle, Ochre accumulated a surplus of pelts and hides from multiple species of beast and monster. To keep his efforts from falling to the way side, Ochre has matured for himself the facility of crafting leather instruments from the materials he collects. From clothing, to decorations, to actual musical instruments, Ochre has developed his art to a fine point, capable of creating a multitude of products for both his business, and for himself.
Competent Blacksmithing - While harder to come across than pelts, metal is a commodity common within caves and dungeons. Being an adventurer as well as a merchant, Ochre was able to come into possession of such materials from the areas he visited, and monsters defeated. Supplementing his Leatherworking skills, Ochre expounded on his craftsmanship, molding and striking metal into equipment and trinkets as well as he sew leather.
Adept Armorsmithing - Protection is key within the world of Pariah. When an enemy is more nimble, stronger, smarter, and generally a better combatant than another, the only way the underdog would be able to win is by the state of his equipment. Specifically, his armor. After developing his skills in shaping cloth and metal, Ochre was able to use such talents in the development of protective equipment, ranging from light, heavy, and even domestic pieces of attire. While not as efficient as the enchanted apparatuses rewarded through high-level dungeoneering, his works are a cut above the average.
Traveling Salesman - Taking the phrase “off the beaten path” literally, Ochre has become a well-versed salesman in the art of "travel". A vendor no matter where he is, no matter the place, situation or time, due to the fact he is constantly moving and selling his wares in towns throughout the realm. This has given him trade awareness within various provinces as well as an understanding of the various economies of aforementioned provinces, picking up information from the multiple prefectures that others would lack.
R O U G H V I R T U A L H I S T O R Y
A peculiarity within the secretive Sikth, the name "Ochre" would have most people outside of the pathos scratching their heads. Who is that? Isn't that the name of a color? Inside, however, many know of the Blacksmith like one would a childhood friend. A numerous amount of those who know his name have some sort of equipment on their person created by the man, each of them vouching for his efficiency and the longevity of his works. A helmet here, an arm guard there, some have entire sets of armor that they could certify were molded by his hands. Although, many who browse his wares wonder how he procures materials for the durable pieces he makes, and are usually surprised by the answer.
He obtains them, himself.
Supporting large raiding parties, accompanying travelers, and sometimes on his own, each and every one of his creations were made with his tireless labor, both with the anvil and with the sword. Many may call him a fanatic, others a man to stick along side. Those who truly know him, and understand his rather unsightly habits... Don't want to deal with his perpetual down tempo.
He obtains them, himself.
Supporting large raiding parties, accompanying travelers, and sometimes on his own, each and every one of his creations were made with his tireless labor, both with the anvil and with the sword. Many may call him a fanatic, others a man to stick along side. Those who truly know him, and understand his rather unsightly habits... Don't want to deal with his perpetual down tempo.
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"Did you know that there is a neatly laid line between a poison and its antidote? The line is pretty thin, though. I have to take measures to make sure I don't accidentally fall off and hit my head."
Name:
Elaine "El" Delanor
Appearance:
A modest-looking woman who seems to be in her late twenties, Elaine, known to everyone as "El", is a dainty little thing of only five feet and an inch. Light, neat skin is framed by a curtain of faded, fuchsia hair that's long enough to reach her thighs. Similarly colored eyes seem to radiate both intrigue and naivete alike under the guise of her plain, white cloak, the mantle decorated only by the depiction of the moon on its hood. Occasionally, one may see a night black locket hanging around her neck, depicting the symbol of a flame. Despite the unnatural shade of both her eyes and hair, her presence doesn't seem to radiate the unnatural energies of a witch. In fact, she almost seems completely normal... besides her eccentric attitude.
Age:
71 (Though she prefers to say 26 instead)
Personality:
If there is one thing that can explain the mindset and personality of El, it would be "nonchalant". Not in a conventional sense, mind you, but in a "logical" sense. No, she is "nonchalant" in the sense that she does not give a single damn about the social world. Hunters and Witches? What's the difference? To her, nothing really matters except what happens now, and in the immediate future... except for certain events that may or may not be real, such as the birth of the Unicorn Dragon on January 1st. She is strangely oblivious to things people usually take for granted, such as social boundaries, personal space, why it's not okay for a hunter and a witch to be talking cordially, etc. However, she DOES understand certain rules that aren't quite written anywhere, such as the fact that magic shouldn't be used in public (unless used discreetly), that witches aren't supposed to be advertised as such (which seems really stupid), and that the presence of a familiar may be taken as an act of agression (though she has absolutely no idea why), so she isn't completely dense. Probably the only subject that she is truly knowledgeable in is Alchemy, and it would be a cold day in hell that could stop her when she starts talking about it. An enthusiasm for learning and a hungry mind for thoughts is what keeps her world moving, trying to expand her knowledge whenever she can, even on subjects that may or may not have absolutely NO bearing on reality.
Her "logic" is very straight forward, but would probably be seen as insanity by another person. What's wrong with experimenting on a dead body? It's not like they care, do they? Why can't hunters and witches share their inventions? Wouldn't that make everything in life so much easier? Couldn't I just not wear clothing when walking through the field tonight? It has such a nice breeze, and my stuffy clothing gets in the way... You get the point. Her innocence when it comes to the world, despite her age, is still present, to the point that the phrase "stranger danger" doesn't really make sense to her when going with a stranger could mean making a friend, or learning something new. When it comes to meeting others, she doesn't have a "danger sense" in any shape or form, greeting anyone she meets with a smile and a laugh even when they are obviously there to "burn the witch". Usually, someone has to bail her out or explain the problem with the situation before she actually does something about it, and even then she usually sees attacks on her life as "just a friendly greeting." However, if any others within her presence are hurt, or even killed, all bets are off. Something is going to explode, and it's probably going to be the guy who has blood on their hands. This is probably the only way to get her angry, and its not a pretty sight.
History:
Born as the daughter of the Mother within a Witch Coven, El was brought up within a confined space, never really given any sort of outside influence. All she'd ever knew was the Coven, and her "Sisters", who taught her magics whenever they were able. The only rules her mother ever set for her were "To listen to everything she asked of her child, and follow the rules of the Coven." El, who was but a child, understood and followed these words to the letter. Her studies started before she could even walk, spurred by her mother who lead the Coven, and the hopes of the "Sisters" who saw her as the Coven Mother's successor. Early on in her life, she gained a fascination in Alchemy, observing as the Coven Mother brewed a potion within her cauldron. It became an interest, which lead to a hobby, which then transformed into a specialization, dropping all kinds of spell casting that didn't involve Alchemy, except for Enchanting, which she used to magnify the potency of her potions. This eventually became an obsession, taking up most of her life within the Coven even after she gained access to the outside world. By that point, she had forgotten that there even WAS an outside world.
Of course, this wasn't seen as a very healthy lifestyle to any of her "Sisters", and even her Coven Mother started to worry when her daughter began to speak with backwards logic. They learned to live with it, however, and all was well... for a time.
One day, as El had reached a metaphorical ceiling within her Alchemic efforts, word was caught by her ears that one of the more powerful Witches within the Coven had been slain, but her body was still intact. The Coven sought to hold a funeral of sorts for their fallen "Sister" within a few days time, but El had other plans. At the time, the only things she was capable of experimenting upon were the few small animals that wandered within the Coven's hideaway, and an occasional horse brought by her "Sisters". What she needed was something with a little more... substance. Something that she could experiment on that had some sort of Mana that could react to her potions...
And the corpse of the Witch was still warm.
When El was found out to have stolen the deceased "Sister", and used her corpse for a variety of tests, most of the Coven was infuriated, the Coven Mother most of all. There were few rules within the Coven, but the one that El had violated was one that kept the entire family together: The oath to never use magic upon a "Sister". Despite her promise as an Alchemic Witch, and the uniqueness of her magic, she was exiled from the Coven. The last thing the three and twenty El had seen was the disapproval and sadness on her mother's face before she was casted off.
After this incident, El started to travel the land as a nomad, learning about the world she forgotten had existed, and developing her skills as an alchemist. If a few people meant to be executed disappeared, only to reappear a few days later unrecognizable beyond repair, then who minded that they ever disappeared? Not the vivid woman of pink. She was actually quite happy every time she had the chance to test her new concoctions on a living test subject.
Currently, she is lost within the woods near a tavern named "Siren's Funny", or something like that, holding the map she was given, upside-down. El is unknowingly walking into something that may very well end her life... or maybe give it greater purpose. Who knows?
Special Power:
Liquid Transmutaion - As Elaine became more entranced within the intricate arts of Alchemy, her mana usage slowly transferred from spell casting to potion enchanting to fuel her pursuits. As a result, after years of practice, her magics eventually gained an affinity towards liquid matter, able to change the composition of the state of matter in any configuration she desires. Changing water to wine, toxic ooze to pure honey, she may also add components into a liquid to suit her purposes, modifying a cocktail into a <Basic Conflagration Potion> or the like. She can even purge a liquid of any additional components that were added to it, returning it to it's natural state. El uses this ability in particular to an excessive degree, always transfigurating any of her drinks into water before purging any sort of pollution within it just in case the drink was poisoned. All manner of fluids are under her command... except blood. Despite multiple years (and by years, I mean decades) of formulation, calculation, and experimentation, her mana could never gain dominance over the life fluid. However, to her piling excitement, the composition of the blood within a lifeform is so intricately intertwined with mana, that she believes that controlling such power would increase her own immensely... Also, blood tastes really good when mixed with ambrosia and red wine.
Currently, El can only manipulate anything within her field of control, being 5 feet, but any change caused by her manipulations are permanent until reversed by her own will, even after leaving her sphere of influence. Depending on the scale of the transmutation, transforming a liquid into another kind could take from merely seconds to an hour. The bigger the change, the longer it takes to transmute. Her current repertoire of transmutable potions is very diverse, and yet her list keeps growing by the day as El continually experiments with combinations of aspects and formulas. One day, she may be able to even create an "Elixir" from merely water... but that is long in the future... maybe... she's getting closer everyday... Yeah, head for the hills.
Extras:
Current Inventory:
- 1 Satchel Bag
+ 1 Map
+ A Small, Runed Dagger (See: Rune Blade)
+ 28 Glass flasks of water
+ 2 lbs of Valerian Root
+ 5 Candle Wicks
+ 1 Notepad full of writings
+ 2 Vials of Ink
+ 1 Inkwell
+ 2 Quills
Things they look for in a partner:
There isn't much that is needed from El to be happy with someone. All they have to do is be generally be nice to be around... and be willing to taste test her potions for her. What? She has to learn how to make <Healing Potions> that don't taste like they came out of a sewage tap!
Pets/Familiars:
Name:
Caliope
Age:
46
Description:
Caliope is the result of a Potion-Experiment-Gone-Wrong-That-Actually-Gone-Right during El's first tests in creating her devastating <Zombie Brew>, brought to life by the inky black substance that was "supposed" to be able to temporarily revive the dead. While it wasn't a success in the budding young witch's quest of having a zombie butler to service her tea parties, she was quite happy with how it turned out. Caliope is one foot, four inches, possessing two bright, glowing, orange eyes that seem to emit the fires of creation within her gaze. The same glow is present within her limbs, originating from the diluted, night black skin that seems to shift like the waves of the ocean when Caliope stands still. A helmet and gauntlets of casted rock are worn on her person, along with a pair of pointed, yellow shoes that seem sharp enough to puncture steel. Burning brightly above her helmet, expelled from a small opening within the armor piece, is a light, blue flame that dances to the tempo of the winds, rising and falling with her emotions. She acts as El's guide, friend, and servant. El calls the small creation her "maid", when asked by other witches. Most of the time, El speaks to the small construct as she works on her alchemy, bouncing her thoughts off of her mute companion. More often than not, Caliope is usually needed to bail the witch out of sticky situations, fending off hunters until her master can transmute a potion that can allow them to retreat. She enjoys lounging on El's hair whenever she is able, and expresses concern over her master's well-being and lack of companionship whenever El seems less excitable than normal. Despite this, however, Caliope is not adverse to dealing out "punishment" to her master whenever El goes out of line, frequently admonishing the witch in her own, unintelligible way.
Abilities:
Limited Transformation - When needed, Caliope can temporarily configure her form into a "disguised" state, turning into a night black locket that holds the engraving of a flame on its face. El usually wears the transformed Caliope around her neck, unless they are alone or within the presence of other witches. She is also capable of using her own body as a storage space, storing her equipment and items needed by her master (El) whenever the witch sees fit to use them.
Physical Damage Resistance - Because of the nature of her form, most physical sources of harm do not affect Caliope. Both blunt and piercing attacks merely cause her body to deform under the pressure for a few moments, and slicing, while effective in separating parts of her body, only temporarily cause her annoyance, as she can pull her body back together via Mana. Magical weapons and Magic itself, however, are capable of incapacitating her for long periods of time if enough damage is taken.
Rune Blade - As a result of the construct's existence, El saw fit to equip her "maid" with a few add-ons. While the armor was easily created by molding iron and cloth, the sword that she wields is something else entirely. The one of the few gifts given by El's mother to her child, the Rune Blade is a weapon capable of disrupting magic within anything it touches, temporarily disabling spell casting within a person wounded by it, or dismantling a spell before it can do damage when it comes into contact with the metal blade. Originally, it was a dagger meant to protect El if her magic ever failed her, but the eccentric witch gave it to her creation instead. If the Blade ever cut Caliope, it temporarily dismantles her physical form, causing her body to lose consistency and pool into a formless goop for a few minutes. She would reform after a while, but would be much weaker than she was previously until her body regains its strength (She IS powered by El's mana, after all).
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Inuzuka Kimura
“Don't worry, you'll be perfectly fine! Just don't move a single inch or breathe and the traps won't activate. Safe as houses!”
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Full Name
Kimura Inuzuka
Alias
Seeing-Eye Dog
Gender
Female
Age
11
Rank
Genin
Nature
Earth
Parents
Obu Inuzuka
Mimi Inuzuka (Deceased)
Kimura Inuzuka
Alias
Seeing-Eye Dog
Gender
Female
Age
11
Rank
Genin
Nature
Earth
Parents
Obu Inuzuka
Mimi Inuzuka (Deceased)
Characterization
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Appearance
With wild, teal blue eyes and a face perfect for cheek-pinching, Inuzuka Kimura is a 4’5” young would-be-genin with a head of short, unkempt black hair. Two red triangles similar to the fangs of a dog are painted onto her cheeks, one for each side. Her attire consists of kimono with varying colors, ranging from a meek white with royal purple outlines, to a vibrant orange with pink dogs running across its surface. Usually, the grey puppy known as Guremaru is seen seated on her head, who himself is a lightweight animal of 1’7” in length.
Personality
Kimura is a strange child, even for an Inuzuka. Skittish, jumpy, paranoid. The girl can be easily described by those three words. Her eyes and ears twitch at every sound, every movement, every change in a situation she notices, as if waiting for something unexpected to happen with the change of the wind. Unknown to most, this is most likely caused by the overload of information she gains everyday from each of her senses, which only fuels her paranoia even further when she senses something out of the ordinary. She always seems to believe that someone is out to get her, hands never straying too far from her kunai holster and always standing where she can use something as cover or close to an escape route. She even comments on her own thoughts, speaking of spies and conspiracies at every corner to whoever is willing to listen.
Kimura seems to be prepared for literally any encounter, or rather prepares for things that should be out of one’s control, hiding multiple kinds of objects that don’t seem to have much use except within very situational matters, as well as subtly placing traps within the general area she is within if she feels that her attention could be separated from her usual monitoring. She even might be a bit too prepared, when at points in time where she should have never known something would have happened, and yet seemed to have the exact answer in the form of an object hidden in her kimono. She can’t hold everything at once, however, which is a point she sorely brings up whenever she doesn’t have an answer to a problem.
Despite this, the girl is incredibly loyal, as many Inuzuka are. She would willingly stand in the face of danger for a friend, an accomplice, sometimes even complete strangers she’d only met once in her life, in order to protect them from an event beyond their control. This protectiveness of hers can at times be seen as overbearing, to the point that more than a few have wondered if she had intimate feelings for them, or if she was a crazed lunatic. Mostly the latter. And even though she speaks of backstabbing and hidden enemies as if they were a certainty, Kimura doesn’t seem to have much of a jaded viewpoint of others as one would be led to believe, her true motto being one of trusting the goodness in someone’s heart despite the dangers that could come from a lack of it.
The Inuzuka affinity for animalistic traits seem to have taken a strong hold within Kumura's mannerisms, such as a habit to scratch herself with her feet, relying on smell instead of her eyes to identify others, and even chasing after objects when thrown in her general direction. This likeness bleeds into paranoia-fueled protectiveness when she tries to bury those she cares for under layers upon layers of traps, like a dog would bury its favorite bone in the ground. Currently, her mannerisms are kept largely in check by the advice of her trusty partner, Guremaru, but who knows how far the instinctive nature of her affinity truly goes.
Personal History
With wild, teal blue eyes and a face perfect for cheek-pinching, Inuzuka Kimura is a 4’5” young would-be-genin with a head of short, unkempt black hair. Two red triangles similar to the fangs of a dog are painted onto her cheeks, one for each side. Her attire consists of kimono with varying colors, ranging from a meek white with royal purple outlines, to a vibrant orange with pink dogs running across its surface. Usually, the grey puppy known as Guremaru is seen seated on her head, who himself is a lightweight animal of 1’7” in length.
Personality
Kimura is a strange child, even for an Inuzuka. Skittish, jumpy, paranoid. The girl can be easily described by those three words. Her eyes and ears twitch at every sound, every movement, every change in a situation she notices, as if waiting for something unexpected to happen with the change of the wind. Unknown to most, this is most likely caused by the overload of information she gains everyday from each of her senses, which only fuels her paranoia even further when she senses something out of the ordinary. She always seems to believe that someone is out to get her, hands never straying too far from her kunai holster and always standing where she can use something as cover or close to an escape route. She even comments on her own thoughts, speaking of spies and conspiracies at every corner to whoever is willing to listen.
Kimura seems to be prepared for literally any encounter, or rather prepares for things that should be out of one’s control, hiding multiple kinds of objects that don’t seem to have much use except within very situational matters, as well as subtly placing traps within the general area she is within if she feels that her attention could be separated from her usual monitoring. She even might be a bit too prepared, when at points in time where she should have never known something would have happened, and yet seemed to have the exact answer in the form of an object hidden in her kimono. She can’t hold everything at once, however, which is a point she sorely brings up whenever she doesn’t have an answer to a problem.
Despite this, the girl is incredibly loyal, as many Inuzuka are. She would willingly stand in the face of danger for a friend, an accomplice, sometimes even complete strangers she’d only met once in her life, in order to protect them from an event beyond their control. This protectiveness of hers can at times be seen as overbearing, to the point that more than a few have wondered if she had intimate feelings for them, or if she was a crazed lunatic. Mostly the latter. And even though she speaks of backstabbing and hidden enemies as if they were a certainty, Kimura doesn’t seem to have much of a jaded viewpoint of others as one would be led to believe, her true motto being one of trusting the goodness in someone’s heart despite the dangers that could come from a lack of it.
The Inuzuka affinity for animalistic traits seem to have taken a strong hold within Kumura's mannerisms, such as a habit to scratch herself with her feet, relying on smell instead of her eyes to identify others, and even chasing after objects when thrown in her general direction. This likeness bleeds into paranoia-fueled protectiveness when she tries to bury those she cares for under layers upon layers of traps, like a dog would bury its favorite bone in the ground. Currently, her mannerisms are kept largely in check by the advice of her trusty partner, Guremaru, but who knows how far the instinctive nature of her affinity truly goes.
Personal History
Relations
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Shunpei Hatake
Deep Maroon. What a fun person to be around! He doesn't seem to have any super secrets or be very special, but he's one of the first people to actually believe me and my theories! He's always the first person I visit at night, and I make sure his traps are extra-sharp!Ren Haruno
Warm, sunny yellow. He's a bit cold, but his color is totally different. Is he trying to hide something super secret that could possibly get him in trouble? Hmm... Maybe not, but I'll keep tabs just in case.Aoi Haruno
Rosewood pink. She's super nice to everybody, even me, when she isn't hiding behind her scary facade! Although, she likes to hang out with her brother lot, to an uncomfortable degree. She must really want to keep his secret safe so that no foreign ninja take him away to find it out. I'll cheer you on, Aoi!Kiyoshi Uzumaki
Wheat brown. So mysterious... He doesn't seem to have many friends, and never seems to try to make any. Is he secretly a foreign nin trying to keep himself from getting attached to Konoha? If that's the case, then I should totally make him fail at that!Tsume Yakushi
Solid gold. She's so... bright. Just being around her is like staring at the sun, but even worse because I can't help but watch her go. If she's trying to wiggle her way into Konoha's heart as a spy, then she's certainly doing her job well. But... I can't think of such a bubbly girl doing that.Quotes
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"Gūremaru! Status report! Any changes to the kitchen sink? Check the tap and water too! You never know what Papa's got hidden in this place."
- To Gūremaru, during a normal day of dishwashing.
- To Gūremaru, during a normal day of dishwashing.
"Shhh! Keep it down. Oto nin could have picked up our conversation!"
- To anyone, mid conversation. She, of course, isn't lowering her volume at all.
- To anyone, mid conversation. She, of course, isn't lowering her volume at all.
"Prepare, prepare, prepare! With enough preparation, anything is possible!"
- Her thoughts on mission-taking.
- Her thoughts on mission-taking.
Talents
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Inuzuka Ninken
From a young age, the members of the Inuzuka Clan are paired with a canine partner, allowing the two to bond and become practically inseparable. Through this bond, they are able to pull off powerful Cooperation Techniques, as well as work with a high level of teamwork within any given task. Clan members are able to communicate with their ninken partners, able to understand their inhuman speech and translate it for others. Kimura's own ninken is a large, grey puppy named Gūremaru, who acts as both a partner to fight alongside as well as a partner through life. In combat, he takes on a supportive role, distracting the target from Kimura's own actions as well as taking ones of his own accord, using chakra enhanced jaws and teeth to rip through flesh as easily as a knife through butter.Intermediate Trapping Skill
After multiple, incessant attempts by her father to catch her when she was least expecting it, both through sneak attacks and trapped areas of the house, Kimura had eventually wisened up and began learning how to use, and more importantly dismantle, traps of all shapes and kinds. While she isn’t quite capable of creating a trap while distracted by a pressing matter, she is quite capable of setting them up quickly and effectively when left alone. Should she be allowed to, a regulation-sized training field could be riddled with a few dozen traps that are relatively hidden within half an hour. Chromesthesia
Kimura was born with the ability to see sounds as color. The sound of the blowing wind as a sea green, the clash of metal on metal as a grey with blue streaks, the hint of happiness within a person’s laugh a peachy pink, and so on. While this can be seen as more of a quirk to her person than an actual talent, she is capable of using it as a supplement to her already enhanced hearing, the color of a sound is sometimes easier to notice than the sound itself. This can also be a bane to her as well, however, as overloading her sense of hearing is capable of additionally blinding her with the hue of the noise.Naturally Enhanced Senses
Much like their ninken partners, the members of the Inuzuka Clan are blessed with greater senses than a normal human, especially their sense of smell. If chakra is channeled to their noses, the capability is increased exponentially, able to track, detect, and even monitor scented targets across incredibly long distances. When combined with her twitchy nature and her quirk of Chromesthesia, Kimura can cover multiple avenues of keeping track of a target, as well as being relatively difficult to surprise.Jutsu
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S Rank
N / A
A Rank
N / A
B Rank
N / A
C Rank
N / A
D Rank
Manipulated Shuriken Technique
Manipulated Shuriken Wire Binding
Imitation Beast Ninja Art: Four Legs Technique
Beast Human Clone
Passing Fang (Gūremaru Only)
E Rank
Academy Techniques
N / A
A Rank
N / A
B Rank
N / A
C Rank
N / A
D Rank
Manipulated Shuriken Technique
Manipulated Shuriken Wire Binding
Imitation Beast Ninja Art: Four Legs Technique
Beast Human Clone
Passing Fang (Gūremaru Only)
E Rank
Academy Techniques
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Paladin // Level 3 // Neutral Evil
"Some say that absolute power corrupts absolutely.
Well, they've probably never known what true power is,
but I'll see the truth of the matter, myself."
Dicecloud
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Senju Banban
千銃 バンバン
千銃 バンバン
Age
15
Sex
Female
Appearance
Explain how the character looks, including how their quirk impacts their appearance, any discrepancies from the provided image, ect.
Personality
Positive
There's a bright side to everything!
Strong-Willed
Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down.
Adaptive
So, giant lizard monsters. Just another day in hero land.
Profanatory
Colorful Vocabulary is colorful.
Disrespectful
Fight the powah!
Impulsive
The heart above the mind.
Quirk
Full Auto
Skills
Cooking, Gun Knowledge, Multi-tasking, Pack Mule
History
Explain your character's life and the circumstances which led to them being offered a place within Sato-sensei's delinquent program.
Ambitions
All heroes are driven by something, and even less than cooperative hooligan heroes have something they want to achieve in life. Money, fame, their daddy's acceptance. Put their most cherished ambition here.
15
Sex
Female
Appearance
Explain how the character looks, including how their quirk impacts their appearance, any discrepancies from the provided image, ect.
Personality
Positive
There's a bright side to everything!
Strong-Willed
Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down.
Adaptive
So, giant lizard monsters. Just another day in hero land.
Profanatory
Colorful Vocabulary is colorful.
Disrespectful
Fight the powah!
Impulsive
The heart above the mind.
Quirk
Full Auto
Skills
Cooking, Gun Knowledge, Multi-tasking, Pack Mule
History
Explain your character's life and the circumstances which led to them being offered a place within Sato-sensei's delinquent program.
Ambitions
All heroes are driven by something, and even less than cooperative hooligan heroes have something they want to achieve in life. Money, fame, their daddy's acceptance. Put their most cherished ambition here.
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Hattori Himōri
"Fashion and Heroism are two sides of the same coin. You can't have one without the other, I say!"
NAME
Hattori Himōri 服部 紐織り
GENDER
Female
AGE
16 - 13th of January
APPEARANCE
Height: 5' 2"
Weight: 185 lbs
Fashion Sense:
While in public, Himōri wears baggy clothing that covers most of her body, mostly long sleeve shirts and pants, with a sweater or a jacket on top of it. In the company of friends, however, Himōri reveals the depths of her wardrobe, donning clothes that reflect the currently popular fashion trends modified to cater to her body type.
In general, she prefers lighter colors over darker ones, specifically earthy colors. That being said, you'll never catch her dead wearing anything pink, though she never explains why exactly that is. During the winter seasons is the only time she'll ever sport darker colors, but even then it will probably be a shade of brown.
In general, she prefers lighter colors over darker ones, specifically earthy colors. That being said, you'll never catch her dead wearing anything pink, though she never explains why exactly that is. During the winter seasons is the only time she'll ever sport darker colors, but even then it will probably be a shade of brown.
Distinguishing Features:
If it wasn't for her weight, Himōri would probably be seen as just an ordinary girl with no real stand out features. But because of it, she draws attention, and it's usually not the pleasant kind.
PERSONALITY
Hardworking
Trustworthy
Passionate
Impulsive
Self-Sacrificing
The first to start and the last to leave, Himōri is the type of person who never leaves a job unfinished, doing what needs to be done, and sometimes even more than what is asked of her. A good work ethic is something that had been drilled into her since the day she picked up a needle for the first time, and the countless days she'd worked at her mother's shop have trained her to do whatever job she's assigned thoroughly.
Trustworthy
If there's anything that you can count on Himōri for, it's the strength of her word. A promise given by Himōri will always be kept to the best of her ability. If it's ever broken, she's sure to bawl longer than the promisee is able to hold a grudge. It's a bit scary, really, to what lengths she's willing to go to keep her word, a value Himōri believes is necessary to become a person she can be proud of.
Passionate
Any time she places her investment into anything, she'll always step up to show how much she's willing to show how much she cares, never allowing herself to be turned away by the opposition as she stands up for what she believes in. While it's an admirable trait to have, it's sometimes a double-edged sword when it's coaxed to life for the wrong reasons, becoming more of a detriment in some cases than it is a positive trait.
Impulsive
A good idea should always be acted upon as soon as you think of it. It's this mindset that fuels Himōri's frequency to act on her own accord, changing plans on a dime and working off of even the smallest of chances to reach her goals. It causes her to act rashly and without much prior thought when her emotions run high, and can very well get herself and others into danger because of her reckless actions.
Self-Sacrificing
Thinking about her own safety was never a priority for Himōri. At a time when she didn't know the difference between her hands and her feet, she'd given into every selfish thought that came into her mind. But after she became a person that her mother was forced to rely on, she never really had a chance to think about what she wants, what she needs, rather than the needs of others. Even with her newfound independence, she still hasn't shaken away this mindset, instinctively putting others before her own wellbeing.
HISTORY
Born to a Quirkless tailor mother and a Thread Manipulation Quirk father, it came as no surprise to anyone that Himōri’s life would be intrinsically tied to clothing. Even at a young age, Himōri had already been taught how to sow and weave, helping her mother in small amounts at the shop while her father worked as a small-time businessman. She was always entranced by her father’s Quirk, his threads dancing before her eyes as they morph into animals and various shapes to entertain her before he would put her to bed. It was a normal, simple life, up until her father got caught up in a protest from Anti-Quirk extremists and lost his life during the riot along with a few others before the police could rein in the situation.
With only her single mother supporting the family, Himōri was forced to cope with her father’s death alone at the tender age of six while her mother worked furiously to keep them afloat. Over time, the small amount of time Himōri spent to help her mother increased, from minutes to hours to any moment awake she wasn’t at school. By the time she turned eight, Himōri was essentially her mother’s employee, working hours before and after school with no time for breaks in between. Despite her circumstances, Himōri never asked her mother why she would have to work at the shop while other children played at the park, never brought up that her circle of friends had begun to leave her while she was stuck inside repairing a customer’s clothes. She merely trusted in the last member of the family she had, supporting her still-grieving mother while ignoring the grief in her own heart.
It only became worse when her Quirk awakened itself, her mother horrified by the seemingly empty bed she found that morning, only to realize that the curled-up ball of what she thought was a blanket was a Himōri-shaped silk figure. When the misunderstanding was resolved, the family immediately made plans to move, fearing a similar incident of what happened to Himōri’s father could occur should they stay any longer. Even while her mother was frantically preparing for the relocation, Himōri would find herself playing with her newfound powers, reminiscing a time when it was someone else who would show her the wonder of a Quirk. It was only luck that brought them to the city that would eventually construct the UA, and by the time Himōri had reached high school age, she wished to enroll there.
Fearing for her Himōri’s safety, her mother refused, and for a time they were conflicted with one another. For a year, Himōri refused to enroll in another high school, spending her days as a full-time employee at her mother’s shop instead. The woman was surprised, thinking that her daughter was truly taking up the mantle of becoming her successor. It was only when the next school year began that the mother realized what her daughter was trying to do. She would have never let her daughter work for free, so she’d been giving Himōri spending money at the same rate as an actual employee. What she never realized is that Himōri had been saving her money ever since her first paycheck and that she’d saved enough to enroll herself into UA. Their last day together in the same household started with a fight but ended with tearful goodbyes as Himōri set off to become a student at the Quirk-centered UA, with the goal of becoming a person with the strength to keep a family from being forcefully torn apart like hers was.
With only her single mother supporting the family, Himōri was forced to cope with her father’s death alone at the tender age of six while her mother worked furiously to keep them afloat. Over time, the small amount of time Himōri spent to help her mother increased, from minutes to hours to any moment awake she wasn’t at school. By the time she turned eight, Himōri was essentially her mother’s employee, working hours before and after school with no time for breaks in between. Despite her circumstances, Himōri never asked her mother why she would have to work at the shop while other children played at the park, never brought up that her circle of friends had begun to leave her while she was stuck inside repairing a customer’s clothes. She merely trusted in the last member of the family she had, supporting her still-grieving mother while ignoring the grief in her own heart.
It only became worse when her Quirk awakened itself, her mother horrified by the seemingly empty bed she found that morning, only to realize that the curled-up ball of what she thought was a blanket was a Himōri-shaped silk figure. When the misunderstanding was resolved, the family immediately made plans to move, fearing a similar incident of what happened to Himōri’s father could occur should they stay any longer. Even while her mother was frantically preparing for the relocation, Himōri would find herself playing with her newfound powers, reminiscing a time when it was someone else who would show her the wonder of a Quirk. It was only luck that brought them to the city that would eventually construct the UA, and by the time Himōri had reached high school age, she wished to enroll there.
Fearing for her Himōri’s safety, her mother refused, and for a time they were conflicted with one another. For a year, Himōri refused to enroll in another high school, spending her days as a full-time employee at her mother’s shop instead. The woman was surprised, thinking that her daughter was truly taking up the mantle of becoming her successor. It was only when the next school year began that the mother realized what her daughter was trying to do. She would have never let her daughter work for free, so she’d been giving Himōri spending money at the same rate as an actual employee. What she never realized is that Himōri had been saving her money ever since her first paycheck and that she’d saved enough to enroll herself into UA. Their last day together in the same household started with a fight but ended with tearful goodbyes as Himōri set off to become a student at the Quirk-centered UA, with the goal of becoming a person with the strength to keep a family from being forcefully torn apart like hers was.
QUIRK
Short Quirk explanation:
[Silk Weave] - Himōri can transform her body into silk, and manipulate said silk easily with but a thought.
OTHERS
- She owns a bonsai tree that she's been taking care of for the past four years. She used to have other plants, but for some reason, she couldn't take care of them as well as her bonsai, so they all died out.
Likes:
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The year is 3098, 286 on the Interstellar Calendar. Humanity has spread across the stars, settling on hundreds of planets in dozens of galaxies, exploring the cosmos far beyond what they once believed was possible... and combating an enemy that threatens their entire species.
Aberrants, an alien force technologically evolved to annihilate the human race, corrode the planets they settle upon, using both the soil and the beings upon it as fuel for their unceasing crusade.
And yet, in a universe where the encroaching darkness seems set to consume everything, a light continues to flicker desperately to survive. Those willing to fight against it.
Aberrants, an alien force technologically evolved to annihilate the human race, corrode the planets they settle upon, using both the soil and the beings upon it as fuel for their unceasing crusade.
And yet, in a universe where the encroaching darkness seems set to consume everything, a light continues to flicker desperately to survive. Those willing to fight against it.
Aberrants
The Bio-mechanid Swarm, the Scourge of the Cosmos, the Enemy.
Known by many names across the several galaxies under humanity’s control, Aberrants are an alien race both biological and mechanical whose apparent sole purpose is the extinction of all human life. Stronger, faster, and technologically more evolved than their competitor, within the past one hundred years they have taken over nearly 60% of the planets that were once populated by humans.
Everything within the alien army is an Aberrant. The soldiers, the officers, the artillery, even the spaceships they use to traverse the stars and the giant bases they form upon a planet’s surface called a Nest. Each and every one is sapient, and usually possessing some form of autonomy. The closer their bodies are to a humanoid form, the greater their level of intelligence, with the strongest of the Aberrants almost scarily similar to a human form.
Aberrants exist as a eusocial hivemind, with their leaders serving both as broodmothers and the head of command behind each individual action the species takes as a whole, with every other member of the species serving within a caste system that prioritizes the needs of the strong. Though their method of intercommunication is unknown, the transmission time has been observed to be near instantaneous, with lower caste soldiers immediately changing tactics under the orders of their betters, leading many researchers to believe that the alien threat operates with some level of telepathic or neurological link between units.
Known by many names across the several galaxies under humanity’s control, Aberrants are an alien race both biological and mechanical whose apparent sole purpose is the extinction of all human life. Stronger, faster, and technologically more evolved than their competitor, within the past one hundred years they have taken over nearly 60% of the planets that were once populated by humans.
Everything within the alien army is an Aberrant. The soldiers, the officers, the artillery, even the spaceships they use to traverse the stars and the giant bases they form upon a planet’s surface called a Nest. Each and every one is sapient, and usually possessing some form of autonomy. The closer their bodies are to a humanoid form, the greater their level of intelligence, with the strongest of the Aberrants almost scarily similar to a human form.
Aberrants exist as a eusocial hivemind, with their leaders serving both as broodmothers and the head of command behind each individual action the species takes as a whole, with every other member of the species serving within a caste system that prioritizes the needs of the strong. Though their method of intercommunication is unknown, the transmission time has been observed to be near instantaneous, with lower caste soldiers immediately changing tactics under the orders of their betters, leading many researchers to believe that the alien threat operates with some level of telepathic or neurological link between units.
The caste system, with each rank of Aberrant named after chess pieces or medieval figures similar to their role in society, is as follows.
Pawns
The lowest caste within the Aberrant hivemind. This caste is comprised of mostly of Aberrants that are no better than cannon fodder, with a few exceptions, and make up the front line soldiers than are led by their higher caste cousins. Although they are individually weaker than any one higher caste Aberrant, they make up for it with sheer numbers and efficiency of production cost, capable of overwhelming even a Mech or Constellation with enough time and resources. Most of the Aberrants' infantry and come from this caste, and are incapable of deploying barriers.
Rooks
Heavily armored troops of usually large sizes, Rooks are the ground units responsible for fortification building, point defense, and heavy suppressive fire. With carapace hard enough that even without barriers they can shore up against sustained fire, military personal and mech Pilots alike despise seeing one on the battlefield, specialized armor-piercing weaponry created solely to deal with their presence. Ground-based artillery, base fortifications and enemy mecha fall within this category.
Knights
A category that covers all known forms of Aberrant transportation, such as drones, fighters, and spacecraft. Powered and protected by their cores, with those capable of interstellar travel laden with massive multi-core installations, they are the premiere threat that dominate interplanetary and air combat. An Aberrant invasion is always heralded by an orbital bombardment from a fleet of Knights, and in the best cases it takes five military spacecraft to sink only one Knight.
Bishops
The sole reasoning for the Constellations’ existence, they are what one would call the Aberrant equivalent of a Constellation in the colony. They are, in definition, strong. Born from artificial wombs similar to that of the Queens, the high-ranked Bishops are outfitted with miniature, compressed cores within their body. These specialized cores allow them to output power equal to a warship, generate personal barriers, and possess extreme mobility, allowing them to eliminate a multitude of enemies and take on warships despite their size.
Promotion
When an Aberrant has gained enough experience in combat, an intelligence is formed and adaptability can be made. The evolution they undergo is called Promotion, and Promoted Aberrants are generally more difficult to defeat than their brethren and bestowed a unique code name. Usually, it is not difficult to sight out a Promoted Aberrant amongst its brethren, as they are prone to create alterations to their bodies in order to stand out. This has caused researchers to assume that the Named have gained a greater level of individuality from the hivemind, allowing them to conduct actions and operations deviating from the norm. It is a lesser known fact that a Promoted Aberrant could become a greater threat than an inexperienced Crownguard, as the experience granted from their lifespan has caused their combat ability to surpass the natural power of a fledgling Crownguard.
Crownguard
The highest designation for an Aberrant, the strongest amongst the strong. A single Crownguard is capable of overpowering an entire human world, superior to their counterparts with their unique and advanced cognitive abilities. As the only types of Aberrants born directly from the Queen, herself, they possess individual intellect, ego, and free-will independent from the colony hivemind and the Queen that resides over it. Research and observation has shown that they are even capable of human emotion, as well as understanding the human language and cultural nuances, using this information as psychological warfare against their human counterparts, the Constellations. All Crownguard are named in order to identify the threat and spread information to counter it as quickly as possible.
Similar to humanity’s Anomaly powers, the Crownguard manifest unique abilities of their own, presumably from the direct birth from the Queen’s personal womb. Their equipment and weaponry are created to augment these abilities past the limits of their ability, and the most recent adjustments to the Numbered Swords have been an imitation of this trait. They are powerful enough to garner a Constellation the Singularity-class merely by defeating one, but thankfully they are few in number as their production cost is extraordinarily high compared to other high caste Aberrants.
Similar to humanity’s Anomaly powers, the Crownguard manifest unique abilities of their own, presumably from the direct birth from the Queen’s personal womb. Their equipment and weaponry are created to augment these abilities past the limits of their ability, and the most recent adjustments to the Numbered Swords have been an imitation of this trait. They are powerful enough to garner a Constellation the Singularity-class merely by defeating one, but thankfully they are few in number as their production cost is extraordinarily high compared to other high caste Aberrants.
Queens
The mothers of all monsters, and the ruling caste within the Aberrant hivemind. Through evolution, they have specialized in both a leadership role and a reproduction role within each colony, capable of communication with their progeny across an unknown limit of distance, with the farthest known message received five galaxies over when a Promoted Bishop ceased the invasion of a planet to protect the assault on their Queen's planet. They create their broods through the use of Erosion, a violent absorption of a planet’s nutrients and natural resources that can be used to adapt the environment to suit the colony and threats against it. As there is usually only one Queen within each colony, the most efficient way to halt the enemy advance is to eliminate its Queen, destroying the chain of command.
While very little is understood about Queens, what little is known is very frightening. Firstly, they have an unprecedented ability to adapt, capable of assimilating technologies and new experiences at a rapid rate, allowing them to create different types of Aberrants from these adaptations and modify their direct line descendants. Secondly, the Queens are known to be sentient, capable of higher level thought, enact complex battle plans, and even feel emotions. Lastly, each Queen has developed a unique ability, utilized not only by themselves but their Crownguard as well, requiring each bloodline to be tracked and studied as to not be caught unawares by a hidden capability. Thankfully, only five known Queens exist, with one already defeated at great cost to humanity's forces.
While very little is understood about Queens, what little is known is very frightening. Firstly, they have an unprecedented ability to adapt, capable of assimilating technologies and new experiences at a rapid rate, allowing them to create different types of Aberrants from these adaptations and modify their direct line descendants. Secondly, the Queens are known to be sentient, capable of higher level thought, enact complex battle plans, and even feel emotions. Lastly, each Queen has developed a unique ability, utilized not only by themselves but their Crownguard as well, requiring each bloodline to be tracked and studied as to not be caught unawares by a hidden capability. Thankfully, only five known Queens exist, with one already defeated at great cost to humanity's forces.
Princesses
The direct hands and feet of a Queen, they act according to her will and supply units on the frontline, effectively Queens themselves in their ability to erode planets and spawn lower-caste Aberrants. Princesses have their own core, similar to higher caste Aberrants, and their offspring will often emulate the same cores as their progenitor. For example, a Princess with an Epsilon-class core will produce higher caste Aberrants with the same class of cores. Their core also indicate the speed and productivity of their Erosion and reproduction rate, with most recognized and given the appropriate label to their relative power level within the first few hours of Erosion. Most defenses of human planets require finding the Nest of the Princess that had invaded and terminating her, as Queens only rarely attempt to invade planets themselves.
A semi-permanent, self-regenerating energy source comprised of an organosilicon compound, Aberrant cores are the source of many of humanity's problems, and paradoxically their solutions. The amount of energy that can be harnessed from a single core is massive, with an efficiency rate so high it defies science and lacking any notably harmful byproducts. In the current age, they are the only effective way to use barriers, particle beams, and even conduct space travel. Conventional sources of energy have been outpaced by the excessive demands of the newer and more advanced technologies.
The power output of a core is inherently linked to the core’s size. They are classified from Alpha (lowest) to Omega (highest) as a representation of their power, with Beta, Delta, Epsilon, Gamma, Sigma, and Theta in-between as relative hallmarks of power output. Cores emit a distinctive signature while activated, which allows them to be detected and tracked down with specialized sensors. Some cores even output an energy signal strong enough to act as effective EMP against human technologies.
Epsilon-Class cores and above are used within large-scale activities and only specialized infrastructure or space vessels have the capacity to equip them. The only exceptions are cores from Promoted Aberrants, which can deviate from known human understanding of cores and be small with a higher ranked energy yield. As of the current game state, there are no known technologies in humanity's smaller form arsenal able to withstand a Gamma-Class Promoted Aberrant's core.
The power output of a core is inherently linked to the core’s size. They are classified from Alpha (lowest) to Omega (highest) as a representation of their power, with Beta, Delta, Epsilon, Gamma, Sigma, and Theta in-between as relative hallmarks of power output. Cores emit a distinctive signature while activated, which allows them to be detected and tracked down with specialized sensors. Some cores even output an energy signal strong enough to act as effective EMP against human technologies.
Epsilon-Class cores and above are used within large-scale activities and only specialized infrastructure or space vessels have the capacity to equip them. The only exceptions are cores from Promoted Aberrants, which can deviate from known human understanding of cores and be small with a higher ranked energy yield. As of the current game state, there are no known technologies in humanity's smaller form arsenal able to withstand a Gamma-Class Promoted Aberrant's core.
A type of energy/particle-based defense mechanism that envelop an area in a translucent shell of energy, acting as a protective measure against potential damage to whatever is defended within its sphere of influence. Barriers provide protection through the deflection, dissipation, or absorption of energy in multiple forms (kinetic, radiation, directed, etc.) until the threshold of its defense is oversaturated. Barriers are classified from F (weakest) to SS (strongest), with B-Ranked and above usually reserved for space vessels with the exception of Promoted Aberrants
Barriers consume an immense amount of power in order to maintain their form, an amount that can only be generated by enabling instruments powered by a core. The use of a barrier for sustained periods of time is unadvised, as it is seen as a better idea to only activate them at an opportune moment as to not unnecessarily waste energy. Simply projecting a barrier can be considered an attack, as the stronger barriers can push the surrounding space with powerful kinetic force.
It should be noted that a barrier’s defensive ability is not absolute or entirely reliable. Unique materials (e.g. Anti-Barrier Swords) and phenomena (e.g. Anomaly) can negate barriers using their own special properties. Although not as efficient, sustained stress can drain the energy source or slowly chip away at the barrier’s effectiveness. A barrier once shattered requires a momentary rebooting sequence before it is effective once more, allowing conventional forms of firepower to take advantage of the brief window of opportunity.
Barriers consume an immense amount of power in order to maintain their form, an amount that can only be generated by enabling instruments powered by a core. The use of a barrier for sustained periods of time is unadvised, as it is seen as a better idea to only activate them at an opportune moment as to not unnecessarily waste energy. Simply projecting a barrier can be considered an attack, as the stronger barriers can push the surrounding space with powerful kinetic force.
It should be noted that a barrier’s defensive ability is not absolute or entirely reliable. Unique materials (e.g. Anti-Barrier Swords) and phenomena (e.g. Anomaly) can negate barriers using their own special properties. Although not as efficient, sustained stress can drain the energy source or slowly chip away at the barrier’s effectiveness. A barrier once shattered requires a momentary rebooting sequence before it is effective once more, allowing conventional forms of firepower to take advantage of the brief window of opportunity.
Constellations
Humanity’s Final Hope, the Light in the Darkness, the Heroes.
Named after the stars that illuminate the vacuum of space, Constellations are the legendary figures that fight the most dangerous threats in the alien swarm. Tasked with eliminating the high-caste Aberrants that no normal human could match, they are an elite group of warriors made from the best of the best, talented among talented, and as supernatural as the enemies they face. To most of the human race, they are thought to be an unstoppable force, limited only by their number, adored to the point that they are treated like celebrities and at times worshiped like beings of mythos.
Despite their reputation, however, the truth is something that can never be divulged to the millions of planets until humanity’s control. To keep humanity’s hopes alive, propaganda portrays Constellations as near-invincible, that for one to die in the line of duty is a rarity during missions against the alien threat. The truth is not so. While they equal a single high-caste Aberrant, they cannot outlast a swarm of weaker Aberrants, overrun within minutes and defeated by exhaustion if not the overwhelming numbers themselves when not properly supported.
Those that are trained to become Constellations come from all across the many planets in the universe. People who had exceeded physical limitations, mutants, mosaic babies, or members of the warrior families. Anyone who may lay claim to the name of "prodigy" is invited to join the Constellations. All registered children are tested at a young age for their potential growth in the future through knowledge tests (comprehension speed, memory, retention, etc.) , blood tests (for Anomaly powers), physical tests (projected capabilities, hand-eye coordination, etc.), and other experiments before being given to a designated teacher, their notes and statistics given to their retainers who will mold their training to suit the potential Constellation. While there are some who attempt to join the Constellations later in life, most are drafted at the age of eight, and are immediately thrown into the level of training suited for their pre-existing level of experience.
Trainees are taught in the schools of tactics, firearms, martial arts, as well as subjects such as mathematics, anatomy, and physics in order for them to calculate strategies on the fly, and understand the equipment they use in the field. They eventually gain a Stardust-Class designation when one of three things occurs. One, they complete the entire ten year tenure of their training program. Two, they gain enough combat experience to qualify for the role before the ten years have completed. Three, they have accomplished a great feat, impressive even among the Constellations. The third option, of course, is the least likely, yet every year there are attempts to subvert the training regimen for a fast track to a higher rank. A handful of trainees have succeeded, many of whom had later reached the peak of their fields. Thousands more had failed in the attempt, leading most to believe that undertaking such a feat is indicative of a prodigy amongst prodigies, or insurmountable luck.
Constellations, after bequeathed their sword, are given a callsign for others to know them by. While some are unique to the person, others are passed down from generation to generation or from the previous user of the sword to the others, whether it be as a traditional right of passage, or to honor those that fell before. Callsigns are usually fashioned after a star from a known asterism, but not always.
Named after the stars that illuminate the vacuum of space, Constellations are the legendary figures that fight the most dangerous threats in the alien swarm. Tasked with eliminating the high-caste Aberrants that no normal human could match, they are an elite group of warriors made from the best of the best, talented among talented, and as supernatural as the enemies they face. To most of the human race, they are thought to be an unstoppable force, limited only by their number, adored to the point that they are treated like celebrities and at times worshiped like beings of mythos.
Despite their reputation, however, the truth is something that can never be divulged to the millions of planets until humanity’s control. To keep humanity’s hopes alive, propaganda portrays Constellations as near-invincible, that for one to die in the line of duty is a rarity during missions against the alien threat. The truth is not so. While they equal a single high-caste Aberrant, they cannot outlast a swarm of weaker Aberrants, overrun within minutes and defeated by exhaustion if not the overwhelming numbers themselves when not properly supported.
Those that are trained to become Constellations come from all across the many planets in the universe. People who had exceeded physical limitations, mutants, mosaic babies, or members of the warrior families. Anyone who may lay claim to the name of "prodigy" is invited to join the Constellations. All registered children are tested at a young age for their potential growth in the future through knowledge tests (comprehension speed, memory, retention, etc.) , blood tests (for Anomaly powers), physical tests (projected capabilities, hand-eye coordination, etc.), and other experiments before being given to a designated teacher, their notes and statistics given to their retainers who will mold their training to suit the potential Constellation. While there are some who attempt to join the Constellations later in life, most are drafted at the age of eight, and are immediately thrown into the level of training suited for their pre-existing level of experience.
Trainees are taught in the schools of tactics, firearms, martial arts, as well as subjects such as mathematics, anatomy, and physics in order for them to calculate strategies on the fly, and understand the equipment they use in the field. They eventually gain a Stardust-Class designation when one of three things occurs. One, they complete the entire ten year tenure of their training program. Two, they gain enough combat experience to qualify for the role before the ten years have completed. Three, they have accomplished a great feat, impressive even among the Constellations. The third option, of course, is the least likely, yet every year there are attempts to subvert the training regimen for a fast track to a higher rank. A handful of trainees have succeeded, many of whom had later reached the peak of their fields. Thousands more had failed in the attempt, leading most to believe that undertaking such a feat is indicative of a prodigy amongst prodigies, or insurmountable luck.
Constellations, after bequeathed their sword, are given a callsign for others to know them by. While some are unique to the person, others are passed down from generation to generation or from the previous user of the sword to the others, whether it be as a traditional right of passage, or to honor those that fell before. Callsigns are usually fashioned after a star from a known asterism, but not always.
Constellations, as powerful as they are, would undoubtedly be useless against the high caste Aberrants without their equipment and the powers they wield. The items and abilities listed serve to aid Constellations in the near-impossible task of stopping the extinction of humanity.
Anti-Barrier Swords
Not necessarily molded into the shapes of swords, the AB Swords are the main weapons of every Constellation, designed and forged by the mysterious Sword Mother in order to combat the natural barriers the high caste Aberrants emit. Rather than the weapon itself, it is the particles formed by the anti-barrier material mixed into the blade that allow the user to disrupt and shatter an enemy’s defenses. While most weapons are designed with durability in mind, the anti-barrier material mixed with various metals to keep the weapon usable after multiple engagements, even AB Swords with a high Anti-Barrier Quotient would be capable of withstanding blows that most conventional weapons would break from.
Numbered from the first to the last, eight-hundred and thirty-nine AB Swords were created by the Sword Mother, with more slated for completion as the limited materials required for them are gathered from all across the universe. Only around six-hundred are in active use at any one time, however, many lost in various conflicts, while some are kept for historical purposes or stored for safe-keeping until a suitable user can be found. Weapons within circulation are reforged for each wielder they’re passed down to, whether it be through an apprenticeship or after the original owner died in the line of duty. Most are made to be standard melee weapons, but those tailor made for Anomaly users are given auxiliary features suited for their needs.
Numbered from the first to the last, eight-hundred and thirty-nine AB Swords were created by the Sword Mother, with more slated for completion as the limited materials required for them are gathered from all across the universe. Only around six-hundred are in active use at any one time, however, many lost in various conflicts, while some are kept for historical purposes or stored for safe-keeping until a suitable user can be found. Weapons within circulation are reforged for each wielder they’re passed down to, whether it be through an apprenticeship or after the original owner died in the line of duty. Most are made to be standard melee weapons, but those tailor made for Anomaly users are given auxiliary features suited for their needs.
Defensive Coating Coats
A lightweight, flexible, personal shielding system, DC Coats are the fine line between injury and death. While not as effective as other defensive measures that can completely negate damage, they’re capable of mitigating energy attacks, particle beams, and gamma radiation, as well as reducing the aftereffects of shockwaves that may come into contact with it. This protection comes at a price of weakening, or even completely restricting, the use of Anomaly powers by the wearer.
DC Coats are not always in the form of a literal coat, similar to AB Swords, crafted in the form of cloaks, suits, sometimes casual clothing or even armor. These alterations do not affect the power of the Coat, however, the material level of the Coat will. Ranging from Zayin to Aleph, with Teth, He and Waw as benchmarks between, the defensive ability and the restriction to Anomaly power increases with each level. Zayin level Coats, allowing complete access to one’s Anomaly power, is only able to protect the wearer from lingering particles and radiation. Aleph level Coats, which effectively disable one’s connection to phenomena entirely, act as heavy armor that can allow users to survive direct blasts from concentrated laser fire, albeit with debilitating, battle-ending injuries.
DC Coats are not always in the form of a literal coat, similar to AB Swords, crafted in the form of cloaks, suits, sometimes casual clothing or even armor. These alterations do not affect the power of the Coat, however, the material level of the Coat will. Ranging from Zayin to Aleph, with Teth, He and Waw as benchmarks between, the defensive ability and the restriction to Anomaly power increases with each level. Zayin level Coats, allowing complete access to one’s Anomaly power, is only able to protect the wearer from lingering particles and radiation. Aleph level Coats, which effectively disable one’s connection to phenomena entirely, act as heavy armor that can allow users to survive direct blasts from concentrated laser fire, albeit with debilitating, battle-ending injuries.
Anomaly
A genetic mutation caused by humanity’s expansion throughout the galaxies, Anomaly is just that, an anomaly that humans should be unable to possess. Powers not granted through training, but through a bloodline trait that grants family trees access to special abilities that no other is capable of. Every known Anomaly is one passed down from the original five, the Progenitors, either as a direct line ability or an off-shoot from mingling with other families with the genetic potential for Anomaly.
Even before the Aberrant threat, Anomaly had existed among humans, limited to small tricks such as lighting a candle with one’s finger or levitating a cup of coffee from the desk to one’s hand. It wasn’t until humanity faced their greatest threat, and came into contact with the mysterious anti-barrier material, that Anomaly displayed feats once thought to be mythical. Studies lead scholars to believe that both originate from the same unknown phenomena, as the AB Swords tailor made to support Anomaly users display drastically enhanced effects compared to what the weapons should be capable of.
Even before the Aberrant threat, Anomaly had existed among humans, limited to small tricks such as lighting a candle with one’s finger or levitating a cup of coffee from the desk to one’s hand. It wasn’t until humanity faced their greatest threat, and came into contact with the mysterious anti-barrier material, that Anomaly displayed feats once thought to be mythical. Studies lead scholars to believe that both originate from the same unknown phenomena, as the AB Swords tailor made to support Anomaly users display drastically enhanced effects compared to what the weapons should be capable of.
Constellations, while related to humanity’s military, are not actually commanded by them. Instead, they are a self-relegated force with a ranking system relative to their ability and experience. These are those ranks, from the lowest ranked to the highest.
Stardust-Class
Trainees, while technically drafted into the Constellations, are not considered to be truly part of the force until they complete their training. When first entering the ranks of the Constellations, they’re first tasked to deal with the lower caste of Aberrants. Against various types of Pawns, then later Rooks and the Knight forms used on a planet’s surface, they are given a taste of what combat truly is like while slowly increasing their battle senses. This period of a Constellation’s career is usually the briefest, lasting on average around a year.
Proto-Class
A transitional period for most Constellations, experienced enough that they’re no longer seen as unbloodied yet not enough to be trusted with lives, a Proto-Class spends most of their time doing the same thing they had as Stardust-Class, albeit with a bit more authority. Fighting Bishops isn’t expected yet of a Proto-Class, but most at this point have a high chance of defeating one in single combat. While some stay in this rank due to lacking capability, or for the sake of leading a desk role, the maximum time that one will stay in this period is normally only three years.
Main-Class
Where the majority of active Constellations reside, and where most of them peak in their careers. At this stage, they are expected to be capable of fighting Bishops effectively, dealing with multiple over the course of a day’s work alongside a dedicated strike team. Most Main-Class Constellations partner up with a mech Pilot around this time, if not multiple, while some choose to stay solo for their entire tenure. After ten years of working in this position, Constellations are then given the chance to retire, an option few are willing to take bar a career-ending injury or overexposure to radiation. Without the proper achievements, a Constellation can spend their entire lives at this rank.
White Dwarf-Class
Retirees, both former and current, belong in this designation. While technically not a rank itself among the Constellations’ system, they’re thought of with higher seniority among those with a similar rank. A varied bunch that can range from those unwilling to face the perils of war and acting on-site as logistics members, to disabled veterans whose bodies would reject augmentations or regrowth projects, or even old warriors simply taking time off to meet with their families, Constellations are constantly reminded that a White Dwarf is still one of theirs, and that even a dying star still burns brightly.
Red Giant-Class
Only those willing to go above and beyond the call of duty reach this rank, an honor that very few are given the opportunity for. Red Giants are given the authority to form operations for retaking planets, putting together teams to push back the Aberrant threat before they can destroy their conquered world. Being capable of defeating multiple high caste Aberrants at a time is not just expected, but mandatory, carving visible paths through the enemy toward the Nests housing the alien leaders. A Red Giant is sometimes escorted by Main-Class Constellations instead of Pilots, effectively using them to clear Bishop chaff as they aim for the Named monsters.
Supernova-Class
The highest level a Constellation can reach, a name written on the stars themselves that acts not only as a weapon against the Aberrants, but a shining light of hope for humanity. The leaders of a Constellation Sect must, at minimum, reach this rank, and for one to fall on the fields of battle is a heavy blow to the force as a whole. Killing a hundred Princesses is what most consider to be the ‘baseline’ for someone to reach this height, but even among those that have, not many have been given this sacred position.
Singularity-Class
Similar to the White Dwarf in that it is not an official rank among the Constellations, it is a designation only given to the heroes among heroes. Defeating a Crownguard is a feat only few can lay claim to, as killing one requires the sacrifices of dozens if not hundreds of Constellations, but those given this designation were able to do so. While most of them are from the Supernova-Class of Constellations, there are three recorded incidents of a Red Giant landing the killing blow, and one of a Main-Class, all of whom had immediately been promoted upon completion of this feat.
Polaris
Named after the North Star that guided humans during their time on Earth, the Polaris or Top Sword is unequivocally known as the strongest Constellation. Having superiority over all but the leaders of the Constellation Sects and the Sword Mother, it is a position that garners respect and envy from all who know of it. Every five years, twenty candidates are chosen from the list of Supernova-Class Constellations for a special tournament held on Earth’s moon, broadcasted all across the known human-controlled planets to watch as they compete for the top spot.
With bloodlines possessing the gene that allows their families to generate phenomena, the children of warrior families comprise most of the Constellations. Varied in their cultures and native planets, they are unified only by their collective connection to the Progenitors. Off-shoots of the original five, while not beholden to the Progenitor families’ demands, grant them due respect, their powers the naturally strongest of the supernatural abilities.
Anomalies passed down through genetics aren’t guaranteed, with only one in five children that gain access to their power possessing the talent potential of becoming a Constellation. Children in warrior families that do not inherit the Anomaly or are incapable of using it for combat usually act as diplomats or support the fight through other means, with some families entirely built around a commodity to fuel the war effort regardless of their Anomaly capability. Transplanting an Anomaly through gene splicing or attempting to recreate it in cloned humans has a 100% failure rate, leading many to believe that the phenomena is a divine right or tied to the essence of one’s being.
While there are a multitude of families across the stars, only the Progenitors, their sects, and the power of their Anomalies will be listed below.
Anomalies passed down through genetics aren’t guaranteed, with only one in five children that gain access to their power possessing the talent potential of becoming a Constellation. Children in warrior families that do not inherit the Anomaly or are incapable of using it for combat usually act as diplomats or support the fight through other means, with some families entirely built around a commodity to fuel the war effort regardless of their Anomaly capability. Transplanting an Anomaly through gene splicing or attempting to recreate it in cloned humans has a 100% failure rate, leading many to believe that the phenomena is a divine right or tied to the essence of one’s being.
While there are a multitude of families across the stars, only the Progenitors, their sects, and the power of their Anomalies will be listed below.
Solignis
A family that believes wholeheartedly in the symbolism behind the Constellations’ existence, leading the way as a guiding star through the endless darkness. Situated on the planet of Mars in the Sol system, every member of the family not lame or unsuitable due to age drafts themselves into active duty across the galaxies, only returning to their home planet once every two years for a festival that honors the dead. Their Anomaly is “Corona”, a flame-based phenomena that at the highest level can be focused into superhot beams that melt through spacecraft.
They lead the Southern Sect, their symbol being a vermillion bird in flight atop a burning landscape. Most of the attempts to retake the galaxy from intact Aberrant-controlled planets are led by the South, their hatred for the alien threat burning the hottest among Constellations and known for losing the most prospects among any of the sects.
They lead the Southern Sect, their symbol being a vermillion bird in flight atop a burning landscape. Most of the attempts to retake the galaxy from intact Aberrant-controlled planets are led by the South, their hatred for the alien threat burning the hottest among Constellations and known for losing the most prospects among any of the sects.
Kholomica
Solitary and as cold as their Anomaly, the Kholomica are primarily responsible for the Constellations’ collaboration with the military, their strategists in a constant state of both cooperation and debate with the main force against the Aberrant threat. With a home planet of Venus, they intentionally live on a hotter planet to cultivate the strength of their supernatural abilities, with users of the power only allowed to leave when they can create a block of ice and maintain it for seven days. Their Anomaly is “Absolute Zero”, an ice-based phenomena that allows the user to create constructs of ice by freezing the atmosphere. The most powerful users can slow the particles it interacts with until they no longer generate heat, frozen in place and easily broken apart with any considerable force.
They lead the Northern Sect, their symbol being a black tortoise planted into the surface of a planet. In-charge of pre-emptively situating themselves on planets to retaliate against approaching Aberrants, the other sects perceive them as slow or cowardly as at times when they defend planets that the enemy doesn’t invade or arrive too late to prepare defenses.
They lead the Northern Sect, their symbol being a black tortoise planted into the surface of a planet. In-charge of pre-emptively situating themselves on planets to retaliate against approaching Aberrants, the other sects perceive them as slow or cowardly as at times when they defend planets that the enemy doesn’t invade or arrive too late to prepare defenses.
Eorman
Wild and free, Eorman have no discernable home of their own, a wandering bloodline that settles on planets to create disciples regardless of their origin before sending them out to do the same. Growing their hair out as long as their record of battles, they are unofficially known as the family that helps spread propaganda, their actions indirectly fortifying the general public’s belief in the Constellations. Also unofficially, their home planet is Jupiter, a legend passed down within the family detailing a grandmaster that could walk upon the gas giant’s surface. Their Anomaly is “Proof of Self”, a body-enhancement phenomena which increases their bodily ability by hundreds of times at the cost of their lifespans.
They lead the Eastern Sect, their symbol being an azure dragon with its body curled around a golden orb. Most of the instructors for potential Constellations are trained by the East, though only few ever join the sect itself. Though intellectually known to have some of the strongest warriors, they are still considered the weakest due to several of their members being relegated to the backline regardless of rank or skill.
They lead the Eastern Sect, their symbol being an azure dragon with its body curled around a golden orb. Most of the instructors for potential Constellations are trained by the East, though only few ever join the sect itself. Though intellectually known to have some of the strongest warriors, they are still considered the weakest due to several of their members being relegated to the backline regardless of rank or skill.
Symtropantos
Symtropantos are known for their works rather than themselves, the leading minds behind many of the technologies the current Aberrant-fighting force take for granted. Believing that anything can be explained with numbers and logic, the few that live on their home planet of Mercury do so for the sake of understanding their Anomaly under some of the worst conditions possible. Finding beauty in what most see as worthless data, the library carved into the metallic core of the planet holds every conceivable piece of information collected by humanity. Their Anomaly is “Ends Meet”, a powerful phenomena that manipulates the polarity of objects and things in contact with the user. Proficient users of the anomaly are known to entirely replace their bodies with mechanical parts, relying on their abilities to move around in ways that no human could reasonably recreate.
They lead the Western Sect, their symbol being a white tiger with claws clasped around a silver coin. Responsible for keeping track of the numbered AB Swords and retrieving them from battlefields, they’re thought of to be callous individuals who only care for tools and not the people that use them, in some cases claimed to be seen on standby during battles where their presence would turn the odds in humanity’s favor.
They lead the Western Sect, their symbol being a white tiger with claws clasped around a silver coin. Responsible for keeping track of the numbered AB Swords and retrieving them from battlefields, they’re thought of to be callous individuals who only care for tools and not the people that use them, in some cases claimed to be seen on standby during battles where their presence would turn the odds in humanity’s favor.
Hua
The information available on the Hua is few and far between, their efforts focused entirely on the retrieval of new anti-barrier materials. All that is known is that they are the only known warrior family that originated from Earth itself, and that they are heavily intertwined in the politics surrounding it. Their Anomaly is “Between Worlds”, an ultimate phenomena that gives them unparalleled control over the space around them. The current Polaris, leader of the Constellations, has been rumored to have cut a planet in half with a single sword swing, though no official records state as such.
They lead the Central Sect, their symbol being a golden beast. Central sort of has a hand in every operation, with their members filling whatever role is available. The highest ranked, however, are dedicated to deep strike missions to enter Aberrant- controlled space, searching for anti-barrier materials among the worlds they hadn’t had a chance to explore before the alien threat had destroyed them.
They lead the Central Sect, their symbol being a golden beast. Central sort of has a hand in every operation, with their members filling whatever role is available. The highest ranked, however, are dedicated to deep strike missions to enter Aberrant- controlled space, searching for anti-barrier materials among the worlds they hadn’t had a chance to explore before the alien threat had destroyed them.
Pilots
Walking Tin-Cans, The Mechanized Arm of the Military, the Heralds.
The men and women that protect the protectors, Pilots are an invaluable resource in the fight against the Aberrants, supporting the Constellations as they attempt to surmount the alien menace. Expected to clear the path for their more fragile allies, their mechanized suits are armed with heavy weapons suited for cutting down hordes of monsters and at times supportive gadgets to buy times until they can be bailed out of a tricky situation by a Constellation or fellow Pilot. While their qualifications aren’t quite as strict as the Constellations, Pilots are taken from aces, veterans, and savants, people better than the average man and willing to do what is necessary for the sake of humanity’s survival. Their armored tools of war, standing up to sixty feet tall and towering over most if not all human-based land vehicles on the fields of battle, bring hope with their presence. Because wherever there is a Pilot, there is the Constellations.
Piloted mecha were originally created for the purposes of mining operations and construction on inhospitable planets, aiding in terraformation in situations where humans couldn’t walk on the surface normally and where impercise machines could ruin the operation. As the war against Aberrants developed, however, humanity’s expansionism quickly grinded to a halt, and the overproduction of piloted machines no longer had a reason for their use. Not until a team of civilians, emboldened by the sight of Constellations falling in the early days of the war, took their construction equipment into battle to protect their heroes from an oncoming swarm. While those brave pilots had died in the endeavor, it had given the Constellation the time they needed to finish the battle, and soon after the military had started a mass production order to retrofit existing mecha units for combat.
Modern mecha are nothing like their original counterparts, with mobility prioritized over defensive material as the transport of Constellations and the ability to avoid artillery fire became the general requirement for extended, pitched combat. While most only have two to four weapons, one primary and secondary for each arm, others have shoulder mounted cannons, missile silos along the legs, hidden blades, anything and everything that can be used to kill Aberrants. Powered by Aberrant cores scavenged from the alien threat while their Princess or Queen broodmothers were alive, their power output is heavily relegated toward their flight systems and sensory input, leading many to prefer ballistic weaponry over energy weapons despite the latter’s overwhelming power.
A mech Pilot can apply for the force as early as fifteen, brought onboard for a five year training program designed to beat out old habits. The program prepares the Pilot for the G-forces caused by the frantic nature of mid-combat flight, firearms training not only in the mech suit but outside of it, tactics, and the rules of engagement. Or rather, lack thereof against the Aberrant threat. When their training is completed, they’re initially given an enlisted Space Recruit rank, elevated to an Apprentice and later an official Pilot after a year of active duty, barring any limiting factors such as poor performance or lack of necessary hours working inside a mech. Their ranks then proceed in a similar manner to what was originally the US Navy, becoming a Petty Officer or later promoted to an officer role with an acceptable record.
The men and women that protect the protectors, Pilots are an invaluable resource in the fight against the Aberrants, supporting the Constellations as they attempt to surmount the alien menace. Expected to clear the path for their more fragile allies, their mechanized suits are armed with heavy weapons suited for cutting down hordes of monsters and at times supportive gadgets to buy times until they can be bailed out of a tricky situation by a Constellation or fellow Pilot. While their qualifications aren’t quite as strict as the Constellations, Pilots are taken from aces, veterans, and savants, people better than the average man and willing to do what is necessary for the sake of humanity’s survival. Their armored tools of war, standing up to sixty feet tall and towering over most if not all human-based land vehicles on the fields of battle, bring hope with their presence. Because wherever there is a Pilot, there is the Constellations.
Piloted mecha were originally created for the purposes of mining operations and construction on inhospitable planets, aiding in terraformation in situations where humans couldn’t walk on the surface normally and where impercise machines could ruin the operation. As the war against Aberrants developed, however, humanity’s expansionism quickly grinded to a halt, and the overproduction of piloted machines no longer had a reason for their use. Not until a team of civilians, emboldened by the sight of Constellations falling in the early days of the war, took their construction equipment into battle to protect their heroes from an oncoming swarm. While those brave pilots had died in the endeavor, it had given the Constellation the time they needed to finish the battle, and soon after the military had started a mass production order to retrofit existing mecha units for combat.
Modern mecha are nothing like their original counterparts, with mobility prioritized over defensive material as the transport of Constellations and the ability to avoid artillery fire became the general requirement for extended, pitched combat. While most only have two to four weapons, one primary and secondary for each arm, others have shoulder mounted cannons, missile silos along the legs, hidden blades, anything and everything that can be used to kill Aberrants. Powered by Aberrant cores scavenged from the alien threat while their Princess or Queen broodmothers were alive, their power output is heavily relegated toward their flight systems and sensory input, leading many to prefer ballistic weaponry over energy weapons despite the latter’s overwhelming power.
A mech Pilot can apply for the force as early as fifteen, brought onboard for a five year training program designed to beat out old habits. The program prepares the Pilot for the G-forces caused by the frantic nature of mid-combat flight, firearms training not only in the mech suit but outside of it, tactics, and the rules of engagement. Or rather, lack thereof against the Aberrant threat. When their training is completed, they’re initially given an enlisted Space Recruit rank, elevated to an Apprentice and later an official Pilot after a year of active duty, barring any limiting factors such as poor performance or lack of necessary hours working inside a mech. Their ranks then proceed in a similar manner to what was originally the US Navy, becoming a Petty Officer or later promoted to an officer role with an acceptable record.
Humanity
The Sapient Species. The Oppressed Masses. The Underdogs.
Only two-hundred and eighty-six years ago, the denizens of Earth hadn’t understood the true magnitude of the cosmos, larger than large, wider than wide, their small corner of the universe but a spec compared to the millions of stars within their own galaxy. But soon after, they began to expand, imposing their influence on outer space as they filled the emptiness with life. Terraforming lifeless rock into vibrant landscapes, dry deserts into manageable oases, worlds of water into planet-sized theme parks, utilizing the uninhabited, unused satellites that orbited the stars and shaping them to their amusement.
Until they found something they shouldn’t have. Life other than themselves.
The hostilities had occurred without warning, their first contact with the alien threat concluding with the debris of a merchant vessel spinning off into the vacuum of space. Unprepared for war, and ill-informed of their aggressors, had it not been for the timely discovery of the anti-barrier material, humanity as one knew it would be extinct. But even against a foe more powerful and advanced than they, humans adapted to their situation and evolved as a species. Though once separated by faction and the vastness of space between them, the planets under humanity’s banner coalesced into a singular entity. United against the threat of a race other than their own, the petty squabbles over resources had taken a backseat, the full might of humans banded together for a singular goal.
Destruction of their natural enemy, and freedom among the stars.
Only two-hundred and eighty-six years ago, the denizens of Earth hadn’t understood the true magnitude of the cosmos, larger than large, wider than wide, their small corner of the universe but a spec compared to the millions of stars within their own galaxy. But soon after, they began to expand, imposing their influence on outer space as they filled the emptiness with life. Terraforming lifeless rock into vibrant landscapes, dry deserts into manageable oases, worlds of water into planet-sized theme parks, utilizing the uninhabited, unused satellites that orbited the stars and shaping them to their amusement.
Until they found something they shouldn’t have. Life other than themselves.
The hostilities had occurred without warning, their first contact with the alien threat concluding with the debris of a merchant vessel spinning off into the vacuum of space. Unprepared for war, and ill-informed of their aggressors, had it not been for the timely discovery of the anti-barrier material, humanity as one knew it would be extinct. But even against a foe more powerful and advanced than they, humans adapted to their situation and evolved as a species. Though once separated by faction and the vastness of space between them, the planets under humanity’s banner coalesced into a singular entity. United against the threat of a race other than their own, the petty squabbles over resources had taken a backseat, the full might of humans banded together for a singular goal.
Destruction of their natural enemy, and freedom among the stars.
Over the course of human history, humanity had attempted to organize itself in a multitude of ways to stem the Aberrant tide, many of which had been unable to stand the test of time. What is left are the institutions that had gathered the majority of humanity, weathering the brunt of the space age and capable of standing tall within the confines of the human race. The biggest of which are listed below
United Affiliates of Sol
The central government in-charge of all human-occupied planets. Situated at the heart of the Sol System, it is run by a federal system of democracy led by a council composed of every known organization in the Milky Way Galaxy. Heads of corporations, diplomats, and the leaders of both the military and Constellations all have a say, every action taken put to a vote and prioritizing the survival of the human race above all else. While other plants, divided by their designation, have their own say on certain matters, it is the UAS council who have the final word on all happenings within human territories.
Sol System
The denizens of Sol, compared to every other planet and galaxy, live in constant luxury. Given benefits that no other system has by virtue of being where humanity originated from, they suffer from more resources than they could possibly need. Many of the denizens had only heard of Aberrants from rumor, and were it not for the Constellation and military involvement in government affairs, would’ve never known they existed at all. Aside from members from the Progenitor families, there are little to no applicants for the war from these planets, used to their easy lifestyles and inherent higher status compared to other members of humanity. To a lesser extent, the planets within the Milky Way Galaxy are of a similar status, albeit nowhere near such extremes.
Core Worlds
Made up most of the planets between Sol and the rest of the universe, core worlds are about what one would expect for a human-occupied planet. With their own central governments and systems in place, they defer to the UAS and Sol when the situations call for it, but are effectively their own bodies outside of that. Occasionally, an Aberrant fleet may wander its way into the territory of a Core World, but for the most part they are still considered ‘safe’ by human standards. Core Worlds further away from the Milky Way may have their designations changed at any time, the alien threat encroaching closer and closer to the heart of human life with every passing year.
Frontier Planets
The outer worlds in the direct line of fire, they are the most involved in the Human-Aberrant War. Constantly in danger, lacking resources as convoys refuse to draw near to Aberrant-targeted planets, and at a heightened state of alert at all times, many of the denizens despise the Sol system when they hear of it. Planets abandoned to flee an overwhelming Aberrant force are marked for salvage, with Constellations and Pilots sent to the destroyed worlds in search of anti-barrier materials that might have been lost in the conflict.
Mobilized Human Alliance
The combined military force of every planet and galaxy humanity has to offer in extinguishing the Aberrant threat. Composed of the infantry that deal with the low caste, Pilots who support the Constellations, and the officers that command spacecraft, they are the driving force that have kept humanity intact for so long. In disputes regarding interplanetary crimes and galaxy-hopping criminals, they also have the authority to act as a heavy-handed disciplinary force that executes the law when the planets are unable to.
The Five Constellation Sects
Five bases in strategic locations around the Milky Way Galaxy hold the five Constellation Sects, situated near where wormholes are frequently occurring in order to utilize warp technology and transport themselves to any star system that requires aid. The Sect Leaders have seats upon the UAS council, very frequently bickering with the MHA over what should be prioritized for the war effort.
Facing the Aberrant scourge brought about a new era of technological advancement, not only for the military, but humanity as a whole. While several of these are used in combat scenarios, these are some of the most impactful inventions used by humans in various facets of life.
Warp Gates
By siphoning the energy of opened worhholes within a designated area, a warp gate is capable of emulating similar effects, acting as a passage way to any open wormhole within a galaxy’s distance. Used to circumvent the large swaths of blank space between galaxies by “galaxy hopping”, they are also useable for shorter ranged transport between planets and nodes of communication. A galaxy wide alarm system is implemented in case of sudden inoperation, having the auxilary effect of alerting nearby systems of Aberrant activity when one is destroyed.
Nanomachines and Body Replacement
Affordable only by the wealthy and distributed to need-based organizations such as the Constellations, nanobots grant a level of robustness that was once thought unnatural. Promoting and aiding in cellular regeneration faster and for far longer than human bodies normally allow, minor injuries disappear within minutes and moderate injuries are repaired within a day. Additionally used in mechanical technologies such as prosthesis and the dispersal of information, it is difficult to find where one wouldn’t see nanotech in use than vice versa.
While rare, as there are few reasons to require it, mechanical implements used to reproduce human facilities are possible, able to replace not just limbs, but entire bodies with technology. Most prefer cloned organs, as they’re more stable and do not require upkeep, but others use replacements to elevate their natural limits. Constellations, however, rarely if ever choose a technological replacement over a natural one, as their body’s natural limits are far beyond the others of humanity and would be hindered by mechanical limits.
While rare, as there are few reasons to require it, mechanical implements used to reproduce human facilities are possible, able to replace not just limbs, but entire bodies with technology. Most prefer cloned organs, as they’re more stable and do not require upkeep, but others use replacements to elevate their natural limits. Constellations, however, rarely if ever choose a technological replacement over a natural one, as their body’s natural limits are far beyond the others of humanity and would be hindered by mechanical limits.
Cloning
As a solution to labor problems occurring with the continued destruction of human worlds, humanity researched and later began production of cloned humans. Using a sample of DNA from willing subjects, a replica can be formed with nearly 100% of the original’s attributes. However, an issue regarding the replication of brain tissue continues to stall progress in the field, with most clones retaining only 85% of the original’s personality and memories. The missing material could be as simple as forgetting what something tastes like to entire pieces of history and family, effectively making clones their own person rather than a copy of another.
Clones, while given the same rights and personhood as any other human, are mandated to always be tracked with a microchip containing information on their original donor, genetic status, and the company that had produced them. While rare, clones are known to have enlisted as Pilots or Constellations, although usually not as effective for the latter as replications are unable to generate phenomena and inherit Anomaly. Most are used as infantry, logistics personnel, or laborers, filling empty spaces when a society does not have the natural manpower for it.
Clones, while given the same rights and personhood as any other human, are mandated to always be tracked with a microchip containing information on their original donor, genetic status, and the company that had produced them. While rare, clones are known to have enlisted as Pilots or Constellations, although usually not as effective for the latter as replications are unable to generate phenomena and inherit Anomaly. Most are used as infantry, logistics personnel, or laborers, filling empty spaces when a society does not have the natural manpower for it.
Planetary Defense System
A planet-wide shell of energy that protects the surface from orbital bombardment, the PDS is a relatively new form of delay tactic to allow the military to react when Aberrants attempt an invasion. Projected by a space station which itself is defended by a layer of barriers, only a few dozen exist due to their reliance on high grade Aberrant cores to function. Specifically, those scavenged from spacecraft, which are the most difficult to salvage aside from ones taken after defeating a Crownguard.
IC 0
- Start of the Interstellar Calendar. Warp Gates mass produced by various companies, beginning the Space Age.
IC 1
- Planetary Organization of Sol (POS) is founded as a collective effort of the United States, Russia, the United Kingdoms, and a large portion of Asia. The POS began the exploration of resource-rich planets and asteroids. Planetary-scale terraformation development is finalized and the first tests begin.
IC 3
- Mars and Neptune are terraformed and become viable for human living conditions. Mass space-bound emigration boom from Earth begins.
IC 6
- Human spacecraft exit their original solar system, later designated as Sol. The POS became the head of government over a variety of solar systems that began to develop their own legal authorities. The Confederacy of Solar Systems (CSS) forms to support the POS
IC 10
- The rest of the terraformable planets within the Sol system are colonized. Over the next few decades, the human population across the stars exponentially increases. To compensate, cloning and other technology begins development to meet labor demands.
IC 27
- Human influence reaches the Andromeda Galaxy. Another auxiliary government is formed in order to continue the unified ventures of humanity.
IC 35
- Colonies within the Andromeda Galaxy overthrow the auxiliary government. They form their own unified government named the World Governments of Andromeda (WGA) and announce their secession from both POS and the CSS
- War of Independence - The WGA waged a galaxy-wide war against the POS and CSS, recorded as the first, true outer space war.
IC 43
- Multiple solar system governments within the CSS undertake their own, smaller rebellions and branch off, forming the New United Governments of Sol (NUGS). The POS absorbs the remnants of the CSS. This War of Independence between the three factions lasts for another sixty years.
IC 113
- A lull within the fighting emerges. Representatives of the the Planetary Organization of Sol, World Governments of Andromeda, and the New United Governments of Sol converge at a planet named Perche-3 within a neutral galaxy for a peace summit.
- IC 113.06 - Both the POS and the WGA representatives are killed, with the NUGS representative absconding. An outrage is raised between all parties, and a new war begins in earnest.
- IC 113.10 - Several mega-corporations across the multiple galaxies unofficially form the Union of Interested Parties (UIP), who begin to act as a neutral side that supplied all three factions with technologies for the war. Greater innovations continue to be developed, and many that have been invented became widespread.
IC 114
- Over a hundred years of history lost to time, the brutality of the Human Civil War causing the destruction of many known locations of records. First sightings of the Aberrant threat are claimed to have occurred during this period, all unconfirmed or hearsay.
- At various unknown points in time, many of the technologies that would later define the Human-Aberrant War are created.
IC 215
- First confirmed sightings of Aberrant activity during interstellar travel. Observed from afar and caught as unknown spacecraft on scanners, but no direct engagement at this time.
IC 216
- Human Civil War continues. The humanoid visages of Aberrants are discovered on newly discovered planets within the Messier Galaxy, as well as the beginnings of an Aberrant Colony. Information pertaining to the first contact is not recorded.
IC 218
- Official contact with an Aberrant fleet and their rudimentary spacecraft. Systematically defeated by a defense fleet of the WGA and are forgotten for the next two years.
IC 220
- Planet Othelos-8 within the Messier Galaxy becomes the first human world to be corroded. The Human Civil War begins to slow down in light of this threat.
- IC 220.08 - Each faction begins to commit small defense fleets against the Aberrants independently of each other, suffering substantial losses from the Aberrant’s retaliatory invasions. With each incident, the other factions attempt to take advantage of their competitor’s deficiencies.
IC 225
- 225.09 - Arventi Galaxy, ally to the WGA, collapses from Aberrant invasions. Humans begin to realign their war efforts to solely focus on the Aberrants.
IC 226
- The Human Civil War officially ends, the Human-Aberrant War begins.
IC 232
- Constellations Established
- The Great War officially announced
IC 381
- War on Pray
IC 386
- Present Day
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GENDER
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TITLE
APPEARANCE
PERSONALITY
SYNOPSIS
LEGACY
Bors
FULL NAME
Bors
GENDER
Male
AGE
12
BIRTHPLACE
Not too big a deal, unless you were born in a city-state outside of Caerleon. If so, describe it a bit - let everyone else know where you've come from.
TITLE
Any titles, be they aristocratic or more in the vein of a personal sobriquet (like a Red Baron type of title if your character is particularly recognized for some reason or another). Those who haven't inherited their family's estate would only be recognized as Lord/Lady. Those who do possess some manner of estate, or who are in the line of succession in the case of princes of the royal family, could hold proper titles - I.E., Duke, Countess, etc.
APPEARANCE
An image is nice, but a short description never hurt anybody. Focus mostly on stuff we can't see - like how they carry themselves, particular tics, or characteristic mannerisms - or on explaining important bits of the things we can - like drawing attention to how their hair color doesn't match their father or mother's, or how they're always wearing gloves and huh, that's pretty weird.
PERSONALITY
Keep this pretty brief. Just give the most basic character traits and such, and leave the rest to make itself obvious through RP.
SYNOPSIS
This replaces backstory. Explain not only where your character is coming from, but also where they'd be going on the normal routes of the game, as well as considering some of the questions I listed earlier in the Introduction. Basically, this is here to give the Reincarnators some foreknowledge or awareness of your characters' immediate futures and the decisions you're likely to make. As such, I expect this part to be pretty detailed, even if it's alright for most of the rest to be somewhat barebones.
LEGACY
Successor of Bors the Younger
Whose Successor are you? Phrase like "Successor of Gawain," or "Successor of Mordred," etc. Additionally, describe what kind of bond and relationship you have with the original spirit stuck in your head, and what powers, items, etc. your status as a Successor grants you.
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Nicola Miles Sturgis
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Seele, from where one would have seen a small speck in the distance where city of Sonnehall lies on the horizon
Division:
Vulkan
Background Check:
Nicola was only nine when a fateful morning started with a paltry sprinkle of rainfall, a light veil of moisture as miniature clouds formed overhead. Hardly anything to remember or even pay notice to. The teasing laugh of his father and the reassurance of his mother dissuaded any doubt in his young mind that there was anything to worry about before they left their home to restock for the winter. Only small beasts slightly bigger than his childish self had shown up in the city that day, and the people could only scoff as the unthreatening Regentier were chased off or subjugated with ease. A man who'd been leading the local militia, wearing an SNDP logo with pride, tipped his hat as Nicola and his father passed by.
No one had been prepared for the sudden explosion that rocked through the city's foundations, the screams of his neighbors reaching Miles just before a blinding light consumed both the smiling man and a chunk of their city block, a roar of power and the sounds of destruction filling his ears. Unable to see nor hear within the cacophony, all the young boy could sense was his father clutching him tightly until it finally died down.
When the dust settled and Nicola's eyes adjusted to his surroundings, a sea of devastation awaited him where there was once recognizable landmarks. The auntie's diner, his uncle's barber shop, the nice grandma's bakery, all glassed by the superheated blast and reduced to rubble. His father, covered in cement shrapnel from the aftermath, whispered for him to run away as bloody fingers slipped from around his arms down to the pavement.
Nicola's memories after that moment are hazy. He didn't remember if he had ran as his father had instructed, or if he had frozen in fear, or even if he'd reached into his father's coat for the blaster he always carried. He could only remember what happened afterwards, embraced by his mother while amongst the rest of the refugees of Seele as a cleanup crew from the SNDP explained the circumstances of the incident. An unidentified assailant had infiltrated the city, causing untold amount of damage to the city that may take several years or even decades to recover from.
He remembered that his mother had questioned what had caused the destruction, and where it went. He remembered their hesitation in responding, the looks the agents gave each other as they were unable to disclose such information to civilians.
No one had been prepared for the sudden explosion that rocked through the city's foundations, the screams of his neighbors reaching Miles just before a blinding light consumed both the smiling man and a chunk of their city block, a roar of power and the sounds of destruction filling his ears. Unable to see nor hear within the cacophony, all the young boy could sense was his father clutching him tightly until it finally died down.
When the dust settled and Nicola's eyes adjusted to his surroundings, a sea of devastation awaited him where there was once recognizable landmarks. The auntie's diner, his uncle's barber shop, the nice grandma's bakery, all glassed by the superheated blast and reduced to rubble. His father, covered in cement shrapnel from the aftermath, whispered for him to run away as bloody fingers slipped from around his arms down to the pavement.
Nicola's memories after that moment are hazy. He didn't remember if he had ran as his father had instructed, or if he had frozen in fear, or even if he'd reached into his father's coat for the blaster he always carried. He could only remember what happened afterwards, embraced by his mother while amongst the rest of the refugees of Seele as a cleanup crew from the SNDP explained the circumstances of the incident. An unidentified assailant had infiltrated the city, causing untold amount of damage to the city that may take several years or even decades to recover from.
He remembered that his mother had questioned what had caused the destruction, and where it went. He remembered their hesitation in responding, the looks the agents gave each other as they were unable to disclose such information to civilians.
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Heavy Firearms/ Utility
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H U S T L E
"Your mind was more fragile than your body. Where’s your determination to sink or swim?"
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T  C H A R A C T E R D A T A C H A R A C T E R D A T A True Self Kei Takahashi Persona Hustle Pathos Thyrien Role DPS Weapons of Choice Katana and Crossbow Repeater Domains Wind Enhancement Manifestation Illusion Playstyle & Attitude Hyper Mobile Burst Damage; Hit & Run; Showoff | K E I T A K A H A S H I: S T A Y - H O M E N E R D K E I T A K A H A S H I: S T A Y - H O M E N E R D Kei’s life could be summarized as easily as his living conditions, a solitary bubble where his only interaction with the world outside was through food deliveries to his apartment, strangers on the internet and the occasional work calls by his employers. The clacking of fingers on a keyboard and the hum of electrical appliances were the only sounds he was familiar with, his own voice foreign to him during the few and far between times he was required to use it. If pressed, he couldn’t even tell someone what he looked like, doing the bare minimum for personal upkeep and entirely focused on his hobbies. There was no decisive incident that caused him to shut himself inside, no trauma or inciting event where he’d withdrawn from the world. It’s simply what happened after he’d graduated college, with no lasting friendships to keep him engaged nor family to coax him out, Kei simply found no reason to leave the comfort of his home. Social interaction was a draining process, and while there were times he felt despondent over his lack of meaningful relationships, scrolling internet forums and conversing with fellow users was able to stave off the feeling. It wasn’t necessarily a fulfilling life, but with time it became his normal, and he wasn’t too hurried to change it. If there was one thing to remember of him, it was that Kei was a cinephile for western cowboy movies and antique media. Early into his self-imposed solitary confinement, he had been emailed a zipped folder of files accidentally by a client during their correspondence, which instead of holding required documents was filled with video files dated at least a century old. Though at first it was only curiosity that made him watch the first, interest pushed him to watch another, and soon he'd completed the whole collection and ask the client for more. Stories of a wandering hero, a lone gunman freeing a town and riding off into the sunset, the tense duels where a single quick draw decided the matter of life or death. For the bored shut-in, who had already forgotten what the sun's rays felt like, they were like an injection of morphine into his flatlining life, and he'd quickly become obsessed with the ideals and virtues of the western gunslinger. But in the recent years, another hobby had grabbed hold of his attention, and had taken over his life just as quickly. A VR Deep Dive game that promised a unique experience that no other platform could emulate, allowing the user to live a fantasy life as their ideal self. Spending his spare cash that did nothing but rot in his bank account, Kei quickly began to grind the game as soon as he realized it’s potential. Why watch a movie when he could live one? Going on larger-than-life adventures, not as a spectator, but as the protagonist. His already tenuous grip on the real world slipping away with each dive, it was a wonder that he still remembered to log off and feed himself when his body needed it. H U S T L E: L O N E W A N D E R E R H U S T L E: L O N E W A N D E R E R Even in a world where you could live as the ideal self, Kei found many difficulties with overcoming his personal issues at first. Though his virtual body had none of the physical deficiencies he allowed to ruin his real one, the mental disconnect held him back, many of his first conversations in Pariah ending as the other party couldn't take his constant stuttering and inability to continue basic back-and-forth. His appearance couldn't make up for the deficiencies of the person behind it, and eventually he realized he had to change his approach. While he wasn't well-versed in the subject, his time surfing the web made him knowledgeable of the roleplaying hobby, and he thought of no better way to embody the ideal his mind had crafted. Using a caricature of a personality to distance himself by a degree from other people, it became easier to interact with them, and with practice it became second-nature to slip into the role of Hustle. Hustle was nothing like Kei. Kei was a nervous wreck who had difficulty looking delivery workers in the eye, someone who looked over everything meticulously at least five times before doing so five more, scared of even the slightest bit of conflict between people and unwilling to take risks. Hustle threw himself into problems without a second thought, bravely staring down both monsters and rival players with self-assured confidence, helping both NPCs and players no matter the risk before walking off toward the sunset. Emulating the western gunmen he idolized. Though of course, he couldn't completely shed who he was at first, breaking down into incoherent stammering each time he messed up a line or froze up at the sight of something even remotely resembling an altercation between people. It took him several days before he could meet someone's gaze without flinching, and even more to finish a conversation without making a mistake. But thankfully, the NPCs were almost more lifelike than regular people so he had ample opportunity to practice during side quests, and the more he divorced himself from the character the easier it became. Something quite easy when his appearance wasn't even the same race. By the time he'd fully developed the Hustle persona, it became simple to chalk up anything he did in the game as simply something he was observing. Like watching a first-person movie. But even after all his effort, Hustle settled with solo play more often than not. The personality he crafted was abrasive at times to other players, and no matter how good he got at faking his expressions, it was hard keeping up an act while being berated by someone who was annoyed by the archetypal quicks that came with his persona. Clearing dungeons took longer, and it took many weeks and nearly months before he figured out a playstyle that suited it, but eventually he began being known for completing content near entirely solo. With a flashy playstyle that looked good in replays, a unique themed attire adapted to the game's fantasy setting, and his strange internet persona he never let break while online, clips of his gameplay became viral on certain internet forums. Whether that be praising his highly technical gameplay, or as a warning to other players as to what an efficient but impractical build looked like. Yet, completely unaware of his own infamy, Hustle continued to play the game as he liked, living up to the fantasy of a person he couldn't dream of being in the real world. |
Lonely Are The Brave
The centerpiece of Hustle's kit, a utility spell that allows the user to 'blink' across a targeted distance after a short delay, manifesting his own body at the new location by shimmering
out of and back into existence. With a half-second interval between disappearance and arrival within twenty feet, increasing up to three seconds at two hundred feet, the ability acts as both an engage, evasion, and traversal tool for a variety of situations. While able to be used consecutively, and appear and activate even in mid air, he can only activate the spell five times in a row before requiring a few moments to recover from nausea or risk violent vomiting.
The Long Riders
Hustle’s ability to create illusionary copies may seem meager at first glance, materializing shimmering facsimiles of his figure after a moment of concentration within a hundred feet of his line of sight. Their shapes clearly fabricated through magic, the clones’ true purpose is to act as an anchor or a marker, accelerating the process of Hustle’s teleportation to near instantaneous. Effective they may be at the task, they are limited, fragile and transient, only three maintainable at the same time, dispelled by any reasonably strong force and only lasting for half a minute after casting before naturally fading.
They Died With Their Boots On
Utilizing a combination of magical and physical force, Hustle can lock down area by executing a sheathed sword swipe at maximum speed enhanced by the aid of wind magic. Powerful wind blades appear within the target red location, assaulting anything within it with several cutting blows with sharpness no different than his own blade. If centered upon himself, the blades of wind instead spread out in a small dome around his figure, repelling close-range opponents and defending from small arms ranged fire.
No Name on the Bullet
Firing a crossbow bolt into the air, the user manifests several magic copies of the projectile on the way down, raining down onto a targeted area.
Lone Star
After channeling for several seconds, wreath the user's body and weapon in a coat of wind, increasing their speed and enhancing attacks with follow-up slices of wind. Lasts for several seconds before fading, leaving the user exhausted and staggered.
The centerpiece of Hustle's kit, a utility spell that allows the user to 'blink' across a targeted distance after a short delay, manifesting his own body at the new location by shimmering
out of and back into existence. With a half-second interval between disappearance and arrival within twenty feet, increasing up to three seconds at two hundred feet, the ability acts as both an engage, evasion, and traversal tool for a variety of situations. While able to be used consecutively, and appear and activate even in mid air, he can only activate the spell five times in a row before requiring a few moments to recover from nausea or risk violent vomiting.
The Long Riders
Hustle’s ability to create illusionary copies may seem meager at first glance, materializing shimmering facsimiles of his figure after a moment of concentration within a hundred feet of his line of sight. Their shapes clearly fabricated through magic, the clones’ true purpose is to act as an anchor or a marker, accelerating the process of Hustle’s teleportation to near instantaneous. Effective they may be at the task, they are limited, fragile and transient, only three maintainable at the same time, dispelled by any reasonably strong force and only lasting for half a minute after casting before naturally fading.
They Died With Their Boots On
Utilizing a combination of magical and physical force, Hustle can lock down area by executing a sheathed sword swipe at maximum speed enhanced by the aid of wind magic. Powerful wind blades appear within the target red location, assaulting anything within it with several cutting blows with sharpness no different than his own blade. If centered upon himself, the blades of wind instead spread out in a small dome around his figure, repelling close-range opponents and defending from small arms ranged fire.
No Name on the Bullet
Firing a crossbow bolt into the air, the user manifests several magic copies of the projectile on the way down, raining down onto a targeted area.
Lone Star
After channeling for several seconds, wreath the user's body and weapon in a coat of wind, increasing their speed and enhancing attacks with follow-up slices of wind. Lasts for several seconds before fading, leaving the user exhausted and staggered.
Keenly Perceptive
While never able to check if he was suitable for it in the real world, Hustle's situational awareness during gameplay has proven to be one of his strongest assets, never befuddled by what happens around him during the chaos of combat. Cognizant of everything that happens within his sphere of influence and within his line of sight, perhaps in part caused by his need to constantly keep up his persona, its difficult to catch him off-guard without ample preparation. Similarly, even when his abilities move his body in ways that would disorient most, Hustle is able to tell exactly where and how he's oriented at all times, keeping up his momentum without losing a beat.
King of Frauds
Everything about Hustle's persona is a lie, one carefully crafted by the person behind it and refined to the point of being near unrecognizable as an act. Finding fault in what he says, no matter how ridiculous, is frustratingly troublesome, and figuring out his true feeling on matters even more so. Unless, somehow, the person doing so makes a crack in his guise, coaxing out the human behind the idealized cowboy.
Obsessively Precise
Playing as he does is not easy, nor is it practical, requiring inhuman reflexes far beyond what most people are naturally capable of. Something Hustle doesn't have. He instead relies on observation and numbers to do the job for him, using rapid calculations to determine the speed of approaching variables and acting accordingly. Memorizing frame data or timing, analyzing habits, taking mental notes of everything he perceives until his reactions become terrifyingly similar to precognition without actually being so.
Library of Random Facts
Incredibly cagey about facts about himself, Hustle instead fills the lack of a reasonable answer with incredibly specific, mostly useless trivia he learned while surfing the web. With nothing better to do aside from watching movies during his free time before Pariah, he'd collected so many ridiculously fringe facts in his brain that you could probably ask him about anything and he'd have something to say about it. From insect biology to nautical nomenclature and cultural traditions to space discoveries, he'll say anything if it means staving off any sort of personal authenticity.
While never able to check if he was suitable for it in the real world, Hustle's situational awareness during gameplay has proven to be one of his strongest assets, never befuddled by what happens around him during the chaos of combat. Cognizant of everything that happens within his sphere of influence and within his line of sight, perhaps in part caused by his need to constantly keep up his persona, its difficult to catch him off-guard without ample preparation. Similarly, even when his abilities move his body in ways that would disorient most, Hustle is able to tell exactly where and how he's oriented at all times, keeping up his momentum without losing a beat.
King of Frauds
Everything about Hustle's persona is a lie, one carefully crafted by the person behind it and refined to the point of being near unrecognizable as an act. Finding fault in what he says, no matter how ridiculous, is frustratingly troublesome, and figuring out his true feeling on matters even more so. Unless, somehow, the person doing so makes a crack in his guise, coaxing out the human behind the idealized cowboy.
Obsessively Precise
Playing as he does is not easy, nor is it practical, requiring inhuman reflexes far beyond what most people are naturally capable of. Something Hustle doesn't have. He instead relies on observation and numbers to do the job for him, using rapid calculations to determine the speed of approaching variables and acting accordingly. Memorizing frame data or timing, analyzing habits, taking mental notes of everything he perceives until his reactions become terrifyingly similar to precognition without actually being so.
Library of Random Facts
Incredibly cagey about facts about himself, Hustle instead fills the lack of a reasonable answer with incredibly specific, mostly useless trivia he learned while surfing the web. With nothing better to do aside from watching movies during his free time before Pariah, he'd collected so many ridiculously fringe facts in his brain that you could probably ask him about anything and he'd have something to say about it. From insect biology to nautical nomenclature and cultural traditions to space discoveries, he'll say anything if it means staving off any sort of personal authenticity.
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