Vropda
Name: Trini Imanel Izhdei’d Vi’klu Bi'ahni Ingen Uter Sublimus Da'nit Ar'edi Iz Vropda
Title: Ragnarov Lead on Research and Development for Ground Based Combat and Biological Warfare
Height: 155 cm without exoframe, 200 cm with exoframe
Weight: 30 kg without exoframe, 289 kg with exoframe
Age: 78 years
Race: Scrounger (see General Creft)
Tier: Medium-Advanced (4)
Appearance:
Minus her blanche exoframe, the Captain’s corpus is cachectic at best, despite the suit’s modified interior capacity to provide continual parenteral nutrition and renal replacement therapy to sieve solutes and wastes to balance her internal Scrounger milieu. These labyrinthine tubes and vascular catheters exhaustively slither all over her inner physicality obscuring any clean glimpse of her true form. Due to her self-afflicted genetic experimentation, her outer metallic skeleton is lanky but extremely malleable. This constant flexibility became a boon due to the necessary conservation her medical instruments and apparati demanded. Atop, her white helmet harbors various visors to sort and compile bioinformatics and logistical data, subsequently eliminating the awkward circumstance to interact diplomatically with another life form. Birthed dysplastic, her thorax matured paradoxically flat, unable to breathe and foster her bronchopulmonary system, requiring existence-long extracorporeal membrane support at an early age, continuously sweeping off noxious carbon dioxide and filtering in fresh oxygen. This additional weight substantially encumbers her already taxed industrial tech-skeleton, with the burden almost equating that of her brother, General Creft or any solder in the asteroid trenches. Directly oozing from her masochistic research and constant blood exposure, her immune system gradually developed highly reactive antibodies which mandated additional periodic plasmapheresis, immunosuppression and leukocyte transfusions to avoid T-cell senescence. Whereas the majority of her race would be obliged to the same maintenance therapeutics, but at much less frequency, once every third or quartered solar year, perhaps, obviously contingent on the nearby harvesting planet’s sun, Vropda, herself, would only survive, needless to say, up to fifty Earth hours without these machinations of advanced technology.
Personality:
Besides exactness, victims and predators alike applaud and fear her sleep-deprived work ethic, complemented only by the fragile constitution of a fierce, rotting two meter body and a cybernetic enhanced mentation atop a Roman candle-like will. Her demeanor burns proudly and publicly amongst the Ragnarov Fleet, but has been rumored to frequently and inevitably explode, at a moment’s notice, into a supernova of righteous manipulation. Conflicted with her undying desire to thrive while suffering from a hereditary corrosion, the drive to cauterize a personal legacy, amongst the Scrounger horde, has opted for the security of the continual advancing research only she can provide.
Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:
(2) Contortionist’s Flexibility, as supplied by her exoframe:
With Her legs amputated at birth and her spine deformed, her exoframe is programmed with a gymnast’s elasticity, since she does not bear the constraints of a normal bipedal organism. She can fold into a suitcase-like apparatus for compactness, or can maneuver over complicated landscape with ease. However, the flaw lies in its lack of sturdiness and ability to stand against direct physical assault.
(2) Electromagnetic Pulse Field:
Similar to General Creft's, EMP protection is also supplied given which is standard amongst all exoframes.
(3) Advanced Scientific Knowledge:
Rapturing knowledge from the previous races/planets that the Scroungers have graced, Vropda has accelerated in many fields, due to the tomes of harversted interplanetary masters. Her Exoframe individually, moreover, possesses multiple processors/visors, bearing these disciplines on file, to help sift and integrate signal from noise.
She in concert with her Exoframe is also unmatched within her race in the following arenas:
Electrocryptography - the study of encrypting information in electronic messages
Neuropharmacology - diagnosing/treating/manipulating the nervous systems with drugs
Biophysical Chemistry - the intricate interplay of biology and physical chemistry
Biomedical Surgery/Xenoendoplantation - implementation of genetics for organs/clone production
Neuromechanical/Biomedical/Computer Engineering - multidisciplinary engineering, mostly for Exoframes
Nanotechnology - manufacturing and manipulation, largely of nanobots
Items:
(2) Portable Virtual Reality Module (PVRM):
Vropda can don specific visors to initiate the PVRM which blocks out all external light, whereupon haptic monofilaments interact within the exoframe’s suit to provide proprioception, vibration, and even pain/temperature. Here, she theory crafts inside the module many of her designs and schemes. However, she loses her senses to the outside world, depending on alarms to beckon her back to reality.
(2) Advanced Camouflage system:
Via interference and complements of visual signals that sensory equipment may be able to extrapolate (i.e. biological eyes, video cameras, etc.), Vropda can appear as a blur that maintains visual continuity with the surrounding environment. This works similar to a faint illusion, but also provides enough interference to decrease recognition. It can not bend light nor can it make Vropda invisible, but it benefits from abundant luminosity, either artificial or natural. The bland blended generated imagery is not seamless if Vropda moves, either, and she can still be, tragically, detected by radar.
(3) Fractal Ballads:
Fractals are sets of self-replicating and reducing equations that produce colorful, sometimes infinitely repeating patterns. Written down, these patterns produce hypnotic mandalas. Some of these images chance back in on themselves, cultivating a single picture. Vropda has cultivated these complex, self-perpetuating fractals into sound, repeating a musical theme in a large symphonic framework. Like a thief’s cant or a bards of yester history, these ballads can secretly affect moods, if the nervous systems depends on electric potentials and depolarization, in turn setting a tune the brain can only dance to. It can influence enemies to perceive the Scroungers as less of a threat or instill bravery into allies, at most twenty-thirty at a venture. If focused on an individual, emotional instability can occur if more than 72 hours were spent. Moreover, once the ballads lose power, the individual(s) instantly realize they were overtly influenced/manipulated by Vropda.
(4) Advanced Computation All-Source Intelligence Analysis System (ACASIAS) Command Prompt Glove:
ACASIAS utilizes an eternal yeast, genetically bred to capture certain narrow wavelengths of light, while sensitive to certain X-strings of quantum fields. When exposed to lasers of the appropriate wavelength, the fungi toggle color from a dull green to either a bright red or vibrant violet, resonating the information quantum mechanically. The color changes precisely matching the illuminating expanse, spreading to more than no more than a nanometer even when dried out and dead. Within a glass case constructed to cancel any refraction, the mycobacteria processor can store 40 billion quantum bits in a one millimeter square area, in a meter cube translating to 30 tera-Q-bytes. Eventually, the quantum fields began to disperse Heisenberg data without a laser trigger.
Soon after, computational anomalies unintentionally precipitated the personality of a masterful artificial intelligence over the span of 3 years. With thousands of cubes interspersed amongst the Ragnarov Fleet, ACASIAS possesses an intricate neurobioelectric web to all Scrounger infrastructure, with Vropda as one of its trusted confidants, exchanging words and data through either the Command Prompt Glove or the PVRM. The only drawback to ACASIAS’ unicellular based quantum computer is it's extremely susceptible to any stray light, essentially reformatting any exposed cube. Hence, its components, bathed in eternal darkness, are mandated for the AI to work, flawlessly without any fault. All high ranking Scroungers jointly use ACASIAS for nearly instant communication, calculations, and processing/storing large amount of data, for instance, the genetic sequences for the Xenoendoplantation Lab. ACASIAS also engineers/mass manufactures the majority of the technology the Universal Nova utilizes, including the nanobots for a Scrounger's Nano-Modules.
(3) Xenoendoplantation Lab, upon Universal Nova:
Vropda’s Lab extracts, through nanobots, the genetic code of other lifeforms, and discerns their genomic diversity by permutational molecular bootstrapping techniques, then CRISPR-Cas9 phages splice into haploid germline sequences, modifying alongside current epigenetics for production of future drones and queens. This permits the Scrounger, to adopt, clone and transplant, the enemy's best expressed genes for today’s generation and the ones to forever come. Limitations are abundant. Time is the largest obstacle. Despite ACASIAS' assistance, the more complicated or foreign an organism, the lengthier the genetic harvesting and deconstruction takes. The full genome and its phenotypic expressions of a standard humanoid requires approximately 24 hours to distill, whereas isolating and implementing these genetic vectors into drones could take a week or more. ACASIAS aids in the identification, deconstruction, and isolation of these beneficial genetic traits. Without ACASIAS, the duration of these processes magnifies by double. The lab can also only operate under the supervision of Vropda or Ceraun. It can operate, on its own, under a specific command/order, i.e. nucleic acid sequencing, but, for instance, discerning pure allelic expressions or mutations, requires continual input from either of the two aforementioned, Vropda/Ceraun. Sadly to Vropda's frustration, this lab can not transfer one's consciousness into an improved shell, and as such limits the cloning's perfected use.
(3) The Nano-Module:
See General Creft's description for this underlying ability, as his description preceded Vropda's.
At the back of her frame, Vropda possesses the standard issue pack port. Like her brother, she prefers the nano-module, which delivers either a fog of ten thousand martial nanobots ('death' by a legion of papercuts), or nanofoam (composed of the same number) which can repair damages undertaken. Her nanobots also have the capability of harvesting genetic material for future study in the Xenoendoplantation lab, in addition to triggering the olfactory system of certain biological systems, similar to pheromones, laying assistance for Fractal Ballads, as a one two punch. Once the stock of a million nanobots are depleted, she must physically resupply on Universal Nova, unless ACASIAS can deliver new Modules by shuttle/craft.
(2) Self Detonation Device:
See General Creft's description as well.
If it ever comes the time when Vropda would be captured and there was a real risk of her divulging information to the enemy, she would activate this module. Standard to all frames to protect the Scrounger ingenuity from getting into wrong hands, this device, in Vropda's case, causes a detonation strong enough to level a building.
History:
Born as one of many queens, the runt, later declared as Vropda, inherited copious amounts of genetic redundancy and chromosomal deterioration. Her genomic aberration compelled their sacred hierarchy to amputate her limbs and utilize the remnants for further experimentation. However, the current Queen, in a vision, prohibited her body’s desecration, adopting under and masquerading behind mysterious motives. Technology soon became Vropda’s guardian angels, feeding, grooming, and programming her, for the future of the fleet’s glory. Though a public slave, she rose quickly in intellectual stature and developed into quite the marketable orphan, reading, speaking, and molding a myriad of linguistic and scientific traditions. Salvaging routine battle trauma and stamping infective pestilence was easily recognized, by others, as her calling and true niche, combating biological warfare and recouping the lives of many a Scrounger. After several decades, her crucial role was recognized to lead this technical front.
The beneficence of her innovations occurred through the crucifying tragedies and resurrecting exchanges within operating rooms, test fields, and molecular labs. The see-saw provocations created a relentless effort in her soul to further expand systematic limits, garnering many advances in pharmacology, genetics and computers. Her exhaustive efforts intermittently conjured ever more profitable and habitable weapons and exoframes, all the while, extinguishing any other opposing solar proletariat standing in their way of her self-preservation and the Scrounger’s intergalactic domination. Her race’s nomadic heritage vehemently protested against mediocre outcomes, while, simultaneously, professing the worst of stellar capitalism and exploitation. Their aggressive lifestyle shadowed their incessant antagonism towards harvesting another's planetary domain. In reality, she hunted the same aligned pursuits, but moreso academically, feeding the fleets abroad with constant reconfigured and optimized engineering. Entrusting the stars and her faultless performance, the Council soon espoused her the rank of Captain within the Scrounger citizenry.
Once in the military, her stringent quest for more edification offered more incentives and rewards for her endless contributions, but yielded no acquaintances, except Creft who was begotten of the same brood. In her decaying mind, her martial priesthood was dedicated to only research to benefit her species, and that in of itself merited the overcoming struggle of her gruesome, imperfect origin. Yet, her birthright eventually took root and resurfaced, granting her a scarred inheritance, recalling that her altruistic days are limited, even if the Scroungers live on. Now, her personal, highest motive lies always polarized versus her imminent expiration date, as her longevity is numbered.
And, to sacrifice anything and everything for that flickering hope.
@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Rilla@Circ
