Cute Bumber

Moonfiend

Alright! So like here's my girl! Please do let me know what to fix up k? ;DD

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Nutennika Makanisse Obravian-Keis

My fam usually calls me NuMa. Most everyone else calls me Nut.

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ABSTRACT: I used to ride Pro-Circut but now I just speaks to the dead and help them Rest Easy Now.

DETAIL:

Know what I like? Riding my Floatie. She's fast, just noisy enough and a classic, she is. Her name is Aro. But that's just short for Aromatica because she stinks. Well, not as bad as she used to since I put in the Fleur de L'Amour filtration systems in her. But now I can't help but spread the lovely stink of Wall Vine flower all over Periphery. Nah well. She's fast and I still loves her, I do.

Aro

But you might know that about me already. You do remember me right? I'm Nutennika. Yeeeeeahhh that's right, you skuller, that Nutennika. The 5 time Screamer Cup champ. Youngest ever right? Team Caprika, you damn well better bet yer sizzles that's me, wally-do... But I don't ride for them no more.... And I'm sure you remember why.

The voices.

Yeah, that's right. My last race ever, I DNF'd because I swear I heard my lil' bro talking to me through the Comms. And as you know he had that accident that took out the Froster Wing of the Dalston set of towers. And you know then that he's been dead for 3 years now... rest his inneries... I loved me that kiddo.

But yeah, I took them earnings and set out on my own. Cuz he said he was in trouble. And he couldn't rest-- none o' them could actuallery. I don't know meself who 'them' are, but... I sure as the wall is high was so rudely introduced to them. They pick and poke and pinch and push things over till I speaks with them. And yeeeeeahhh... it's been a short time now, but I thinks I'm getting the hang of it.

Even though I get them to slumber and "Rest Easy NOW" I still feels like I isn't that any much closer to finding out what this trouble is. And so ya see, ya wally-do, I still haven't heard from me lil' bro since then. And I want to. I swear I'd do anything to hear that lil' skullers voice once more. And I know he still needs my help. I do.

Or maybe I'm just gone cray-cray ever since that one crash of mine and dinged up me own brain and inneries... but whatever. Here I am on the Wall again, taking that one last deep breath before I head on out and Listen for "them" again. That and a smoke, no doubtin' that... heh.

MAGICAL INVENTORY:

I gots the Soul Finery Light etched into me left hand. It shines on when I clench a fist and clench mine heart. A nice torch at night for me then. Aaaaannnnd... sometimes when it hits something just right, it make that something glow, and I know I've gotta clue and I'm that much closer to helping "them."

I gots the Voices From Yonder etched into me right wrist. It pops and crackles into life when I touch it to me lips. It opens a channel to whichever channel I speaks into mine own wrist. So if your Comm is on I can speak to ya, so listen up! Aaaaaannnndd... Sometimes I can hear "them" talking to me. But it only lasts a mere wisp of time. I'm waiting on you, TyRi, I am sooooo waiting on you.

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NOVA DAWN

Awwww... Cookie wouldn't do that to his lil' Baebii, now would he...?! She absolutely adores him!

This is how she see's him!!

Beautiful. Just like her own queen mother...



D'awwwwww....

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<Snipped quote by Hylozoist>

Well, if he leaves the brain entact, android upgrades for the poor devils. If he doesn't, then we'll just mount turrets and canons to the leftover legs.

@Ink Blood

Legs are required for jumpin' and dancin...!

Or there's always this...

Echo

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Lady Delany Ambrosina Wentalworth.

Age: 17

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Abstract:

I am that pretty messed up, pretty wild, pretty pink princess riding the Whiskers of The PussyCatta set on a collision course with the nether regions intersecting Oblivion, Ecstasy and Paradise and try as you will, you just cannot leash this undeterred, unstoppable, underling Whiskering royal bitch. ( she tells herself when she's high).

That uppity but nice enough girl even though she gives her family name a black eye since they always seem to try to cover up "misguided actions" due to her "problematic behaviour" (they say when she's sobering up).

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Details

Ever wonder who you really are when you stare into that looking glass? No, really. Who is that really?

That is not me in that white frilly gown staring back at me. I am not that little girl in there: silvery flowing locks, icy blue eyes, plump lips, button nose, all upon porcelain skin. I am not that... that "Dolly" thing. No, I am not your plaything, Daddy. I am not so Royal. I am not. I cannot even stare into those eyes for I know they lie, lie, lie, just like that false Wentalworth family grin that pervades our liars family castle.

I am what they made me to be; I am that damned princess through and through. All my years, all my tears, all my fears, oh but Mummy, I pray thee to more than what this lone and singularity of a child could ever bring you. I know you taught me well. But shame is all I return to you. I know there were those years that I loved you so dearly; oh but Mummy I loved you more than any during those illicit and blissful times. I know you want me to bear your grandchildren, but oh how shameful that I shan't. And it is not because this frail Dolly cannot bear to breed. No, Mummy it is because this Woman-childling cannot bear to take the seed for I only love the flower. And it is from this shame, I know you know, that I am a Whiskering one. When and in those time of what you call lucidity, I hear you telling me to rid of my Daemon's crutch.

But it is not a Daemon's crutch, Mummy. Even Daddy says so. He knows what it is. They call it the PussyCatta. It is my greatest love and my greatest humiliation... I admit this only because I loved you once more than anything during those irreverent and blameless times. And now... and now I play dress up for you Mummy. Unlike playing dress down for Daddy. And now here I stand in front of this looking glass and look at that... that frail whelp staring back at me. That whelp in the mirror... I cannot look into its eyes for I know it still loves you, Mummy. It dressed up for you so that it would look all "prim and proper, ladylike and precious on her day to greet her chosen suitor."

But look closer, Mummy. There do you see it? No? No, of course not. Here let me help you. Time to get Whiskering then. Oh, see the Catalyst crystals? Now let me melt them. No longer Catalyst and now they are turning into the PussyCatta. See now how I place them into these vials ending in 5 sharp needles-- oh but Mummy! How clever you are! Oh dear, how rather amusing then! You do get it for they do look like the five claws of a cat! Catalyst. Cat. PussyCatta. How utterly drole. Now then. Why do they call it "Whiskering...?" Watch. See how I squeeze this and the fluid sprays away the air bubbles? What does it look like? Whiskers yes, sort of. But that's just the visual. It's acutally the sensation, Mummy. When I inject it into my tummy... wait, this area is too scarred with Kitty-tracks... ahhh! Here. Now when I inject this into my tumm-- ooooooooohhhhhhhh... ohhhh, Mummy... it feels like I'm sliding now, Mummy... sliding down the Whiskers of the PussyCatta... sliding... sliding down, Mummy. And so now-- oh! Hear that? No? Well look into the looking glass, Mummy. Do you see it?

Look beyond that whelp in there. Look into those icy blues now, Mummy. There is no more frailty. Oh, you see it now don't you? It calls me to it, Mummy. It knows me so well. It takes me away when Daddy takes me away. And now do you see? Oh, how lovely I am. I am your angel. I am, Mummy. Don't you see my wings? Oh but I must fly to him. He waits for me down below. Upon his horse... a riding horse he rides and soon to ride me like a whore till I breed. But wait till he sees me. I can fly. I can. That's what she tells me.

LoPangan is her name. She says its time to fly now. I love you, Mummy. I still do... but you are wrong. LoPangan is not a delusion of a devil from this so-called "addiction" of mine. No, Mummy, LoPangan is real. And she gives me powers. Watch me, Mummy. I know you are down there too in the courtyard. You will all see. By the power of the PussyCatta, LoPangan has made me an ANGEL! Your angel, Mummy. Look up, Mummy! Look at me I'm waving to you from my tower window. Oh, you are waving back! Now watch, Mummy. Oh, silly... don't you fret, tremble and scream. That is not prim and proper. Just watch me, Mummy. I can fly. I can FLY!!

Here now, Mummy. Here comes your angel.

Oh how beautiful I am.

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Personality:

(+) Happy, Capricious, Helpful, Polite, Hard-working, Aims to please.

(-) Curious, Non-confrontational, Lonely, In-the-Closet, Aims to please.

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Skills:

Noblesse Etiquette, Horse riding/care/breeding, Grooming, Stitching/sewing, Archery, Dancing/Singing, Reading/Writing, Painting, Narcotic use (Catalyst Crystals)

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Obstacles:

Drug Addiction, Repression due to sexual abuse by father and being “in-the-closet,” a Pushover to those whom she trusts/admires, and even though disdains the life of a noble, she is a bit snooty and uppity in terms of being 'prim and proper.'

NOVA DAWN

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Baebii

(bay-BEH-ee)



^{People nickname her: Baby and she is used to it.}

Age: 17 USY – Fully mature and just past midway of lifecycle. Erygo Monis have a shelf-life of 29 USY

Gender: Female. Yet conditioned to be asexual. She is, however, sterile for she is of the Warrior Caste.

Role: Communications Officer

Alignment: Law. The Erygo Monis follow conduct and structure laid out for them. They are bred and born into the great Interconnection Sphere where each individual plays a significant role no matter how low their status and prestige.

Race - Erygo Monis

– Genetically engineered warrior race. There are several castes and generally follow breeding and society patterns similar to ants. The castes are ranked from lowest to highest as follows: Fodder, Worker, Feeder, Scout, Warrior, Noble, Drones, Queen. Names are actually numbers in the Lualayan language. ~Bae (bay) is 16, birth number. ~Bi (beh) is Warrior, caste. ~I (ee) is Controller, warrior type. her name stands for her status: Warrior.

Originally created by the Boonu peoples to combat invasion of their planet. They were a controlled experiment that went rogue and created colonies of their own. Though inadvertently unleashing the Erygo Monis into the wild, so to speak, they proliferated and bred their own freewill armies and their sheer numbers and sheer ferocity helped stave off the invasion of the invading Rouvenridas and the Stapamedes armies.

Appearance

6' 5” of slow burning Erygo Monis intensity. Baebii was bred to be uncompromising, undeniable and unmatched. She was born to be a Controller of her kind. Though she is average size and bulk of her breeding, there is a certain air about her that makes her seem bigger than she is; she has an aura of Command. Her skin is a sandy golden brown layer of tightly knit scales spotted with browns all over her body. Golden eyes are usually held half-lidded in an always suspicious glare or if she is cross, she just lays it on thick with a plain ol' Ellimindarin-daggers-in-her-eyes scowl mode. A strong nose coupled with strong cheekbones hovers over a full lips either held in distaste or in an open sharp toothy sneer.

Rippling and lithe mucular body is covered in the normal, yet revealing garb of the Erygo Monis Command. Purple is her designation which is ranks her high in her station as a Controller... but that means little out here on this boat but still she loves the colour and flaunts her station proudly. As with all warrior caste, her accessories prove to have as much function as they do style. Leggings, armwear (including shoulders and elbows) serve as armour, submarine propulsion as well as enchanted stun weaponry.

As a creature bred for combat against the invasion and destruction of her homeworld which is nearly 90% covered in water, Baebii's body structure allows for her to move rather quickly and smoothly underwater, this of course is aided by her enchanted tech. As such, she is more amphibian than reptile and can breath underwater via some of her protuberances on her head.

These protuberances look like dreadlocks but are actually functional armaments and utility devices made for the Erygo Monis. They can extend a further 3m to 10m in length. Offworlders commonly (humourously) call them: Er'locks. Each has an individual purpose and the more there are on the head of a Erygo Monis the more prolific they are. Baebii was a celebrated Controller and the Er'locks and the brands upon her back she shows off proudly.

Rarely will anyone find Baebii smiling... save for when she is cooing in absolute adoration in the company of the giant grub, Res.

Homeworld

Braetonica Celaris – once a planet covered by 87.8% water and with stunning polar caps, the world was nearly lain desolate and barren after a war between two invading forces competed for the liquid resource of the planet as well as fought the collective of native forces of Braetonica Celaris.

Before the invasion, Braetonica Celaris was a self-sustaining world with high arcanitech based modernity. Offworld freighters did come to trade for water and highly sought minerals in the deep canyons of the oceans. A trade embargo began against the roving Stapemedes peoples invaded an outlying planetoid for territory. Soon enough the neighbouring Rouvenridas took vigilante action when Council talks stalled action against the invading Stapemedes. War broke out and Braetonica Celaris was to be one of the spoils of the war. Mineral rich and covered in water that would feed countless generations, Braetonica was invaded in the ensuing decade.

After decades of fighting, the United Terran Coalition upon Braetonica took to genetic engineering a warrior people that would sustain in a controlled lifecycle. The Erygo Monis were an instant success and launched into action. They were an amphibious type of race and attacked from submersive bio-mech vehicles as well as land based ones. When several young queens meant for culling were accidentally jettisoned into the wild, they were found by Erygos Monis not of the same strain. But the natural ingrained instinct to protect and care for queens of the Erygos Monis allowed the queens to be taken in and protected. They were brought to their own lairs spread across coastal lines and managed to survive and breed in the wild. And from there, the armies of the United Terran Coalition doubled in less than a decade with a fully grown and deadly complement of female Erygos Monis soldiers.

Fighting finally subsided and the invading alien armies were forced to sign treaties and eventually were banished from Braetonica. But some Rouvenridas took decomissioned Erygo Monis with them in secret to breed their own soldiers when it was time to return.

Skills

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Controller Er'locks.
After becoming decommissioned, and thusly becoming deweaponized, Baebii's lethality with her Er'locks has been nullified. She has however learned that she can use her psionic esper abilities for other practical and very useful ways. She is able to link in to the communications systems of a vessel or vehicle and 'speak' with the computer systems. She has been trained by Rouvenridas forces to become an efficient bridge Communications Officer with required knowledge for long and short range Void scanning and to physically work on and link up communications systems hardware and software.

Instead of weapon storage in her Er'locks she is able to store languages, and, in fact has hundreds of languages stored for translation. And whether willing or not, she may 'patch-in' forcefully or not via her Er'locks by invading the base of a subjects skull and allow instant translation between multiple parties. Even without 'patching-in,' Baby can scan for a known language in her head and translate out loud or even speak back the language with her translation breather apparatus.


As a Controller she has psionic esper abilities, but they have been nerfed. But she has rejuvenated her empathic abilities via her Er'locks and can scan beings by swishing her protuberance back and forth near them and figure out basic emotions and possibly even detect surface lies or discrepancies in speech patterns. She is aided by the goggles of her translation apparatus.


But the wicked power she has rejuvenated in her Er'locks just recently is a form of psyche override. Up to five others, for now, she is able to 'patch-in' to them and control their bodily movements for a limited time. The easiest use for Baby to use this is when a subject is asleep or unconscious.

And if it comes down to it, she may use her Er'locks as martial arts weapons as multiple whips or grappling armaments.

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Swimming:
Baebii is a powerful swimmer and diver. And equipped with her leggings and armwear she is able to propel herself much faster than olympian swimmers. She has a set of Er'locks that serve as an arcanitech 'gills' system that allows her to breath underwater. This is where she remains deadly as she may grapple another and hold them underwater until they lose their held breath.

She is very comfortable underwater and can keep her eyes open since she has a second set of eye coverings that serve as goggles and help her to see in within 30m of darkness in water. Right now she is working on transfering air to others via her Er'locks. With such little progress so far, she believes that she must upgrade her Er'locks and have them enchanted by an expert arcanitechnician.

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Combat Manoeuvring/Field Combat Expertise:
A Warrior through and through, Baby is actually more efficient as a Controller on the battlefield. But ever since her psionic esper abilities have been drained from her, her power as a communications relay is no longer there. She can however use her Er'locks as transmission signal boosters. But given a proper set up, she can play as the 'eye-in-the-sky' and co-ordinate troop movement and recognize hazards and potential pitfalls out in the field.

But this skill she holds back on for she only wants to be known as the Comm Officer and not a field Lieutenant... but sometimes she just cannot help but spout out some advice to the boarding team.

History

My name is Baebii.

I was granted release as an egg by my gracious mother, the honoured and grand Queen Basalliane of the Arcendo West Coastal Wing. Ago was I hatched 17 cycles of this Universe. Upon the soil of the Boonu was I granted my life, my code, my honour, my creed, and my purpose. No, I am not Queen and nor will I ever be... but I was made to rule on the battlefield. I am a Warrior Controller. I commanded the Jensings Sect Platoon. We were the ones that took out the water exchanger of the Great Omidoom, the Freighter of the Rouvenridas, and caused the chain reaction explosion that ultimately took them down and forced them to talk to our peoples of our homeworld. In the name of grandest mother Braetonica Celaris we did our Erygo Monis peoples, all peoples, all queens, all hearts proud and then some.

And then we were taken away. But not before we were shamed for being what we are; a power to be recognized and respected. Instead we were demonized as weapons that caused fear and bedlam to all others that we had saved. And so they took from me something intrinsic to my being; they took from me a piece of the interconnection sphere. I was stripped of my esper essence. And in so far as to rend open more my humiliation, they put me on a space boat so I could never see my mother queen again. But I was too proud to retaliate, too honourbound to return the pain, too much love for mother Basalliane to go against her wishes for my banishment. And so with hundreds of my sisters and with heavy heart, we took to the stars upon the Tarsusla, frigate of the Rouvenridas never to return to Braetonica Celaris.

It was aboard that warship that I learned my new trade. For I was one of the handfuls of lucky survivors. I was experimented upon just like the rest of my sisters, but for me it was not torture. I was a cut apart... for many of my sisters they were plainly and literally just cut apart. For you see, I was useful to them. My skill set allowed me to learn about this strange technology; such tech with little to no arcanic basis at all. But as my sisters lives failed, I flourished into a communications officer. And so it was down to just a few dozen of us. From over 350 Erygo Monis sisters whittled down to just us survivors. But for what they had taken and learned from us... oh but we would do the same.

Our escape cost us a dozen more sisters. But it cost the Rouvenridas an entire crew aboard an esteemed frigate. Baebii and her bloody sisters blew that mother into the Void wastes and we spit on their blackened graves.

The escape shuttles landed upon a ass backwards rock called Labazeplas, a moon only fit for the scum, the degenerates and runaways. A perfect place to exchange our shuttles for some food and some directions. Oh but we did okay. For the 23 of us decided to go our separate ways. But not before setting a plan in motion to gather others and meet in 9 turns of the Universe. You see, there was not only one frigate that took our sister Erygo Monis from our homeworld but at least a dozen more.

And so I was taken in by a boat called the Nova Dawn. I must have impressed something fierce upon Captain Sulk to have been hired on... but I am a daughter of Queen Basalliane afterall. And so I traded my skills and loyalty to the 'Dawn in exchange for all the creds and treasures untold I can have aboard my time here.

And so here I stand. After a single turn of the Uni, I am now Comm Officer aboard the Nova Dawn. And I love it here. The Captain is a good one and the crew is a decent outfit. I honestly did have my doubts until I saw it. It is my temporary replacement-- it is my Umboobu-- my little queen. It's name is Res and it does not know it but I love it. I do. It is plump in all the right places just like...

Mother Basalliane.

And this Res, it keeps me fed, focused... and loved. And it keeps me mindful of why I am aboard this boat.

In the next 8 turns of the Uni, I must earn enough to buy a couple of frigates and gather enough to woman them. Baebii and her sisters will unite and we will find those other surviving Erygo Monis in the clutches of the Rouvenridas. Even if we have to take on their whole armada. No matter how much blood flows from here on out into the Void, we will make good upon our pact and find them all.

No matter how much blood flows from here on out, the Void will get her fill from our war.

Personality

Headstrong and proud yet loyal and honourbound. Unyielding and relentless yet excellent teammate and very supportive. A vicious bitch in the ring, a motherly force at home. A soldier lost and no longer prized but willing to climb that ladder again. Stoic and humourless but still knows when to give and take a hug. Homesick and shamed, yet at home and honoured to serve on board and with the crew of the Nova Dawn.

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Echo

@Cute Bumber Her story is tragic and terrifying. ;.; approved! Be aware that she essentially has a brand new body now, which means there would no longer be any addiction problems or withdrawal.

Are you ok posting with the info in the first IC post?

@Mokley

Awwww yeeeyah! Thanks, bruh! K so like yeah that is perfectly fine ;D I was soooooo totallly hoping she'd be without that "Daemon's Crutch" and so her arc would be one towards redemption and self-forgiveness and acceptance. Awesomes :] And yes, yes for sure I can totes work with whacha gots IC'ly. But like I'm still fussing over my Moonfiend charrie so I'mma work on her 1st k? ;D Thanks again for accepting Delany! Sooo exciting!!

NOVA DAWN

<Snipped quote by Cute Bumber>

Yeah, Valk really does not like her.

"Mama always said, All the time you spend thinking is time wasted not killing people."

@jasonwolf

Well Baebii hasn't been accepted so I guess there's still hope for the little rodent [:

NOVA DAWN

@Cute Bumber so space amazon? Actually really fitting for the setting if you ask me. Also Valk thinks shes pretentious. Dont ask me ask the bat.

@jasonwolf

Yeah. She is is rather pretentious :[ but hey like that should be a neat little dynamic for our charries to play of right? But yeeeyah space amazon!! Correction... Genetically engineered, goggle and mask wearing, dreadlock'd magical SPACE AMAZOOOOONNN!!! ;DD

<Snipped quote by Cute Bumber>

...!

@Hylozoist

And so here I stand. After a single turn of the Uni, I am now Comm Officer aboard the Nova Dawn. And I love it here. The Captain is a good one and the crew is a decent outfit. I honestly did have my doubts until I saw it. It is my temporary replacement. It is my Umboobu-- my little queen. It's name is Res and it does not know it but I love it. I do. It is plump in all the right places just like Mother Basalliane. And it keeps me fed, focused... and loved. And it keeps me mindful of why I am aboard this boat.

[@Cutie Bumba!!!]

The Erygo Monis can't help but protect their queens... and so it's imprinted in Baby to protect Res cuz he looks almost like a little queen to her. Res is her Umboobu!! Sooooooooooo CUUUUUUUTEEEEEE!!! :333~~

NOVA DAWN

Heeeeyy!!

K so like here's my girl. Check it out and let me know what needs to be fixed. Alright ;D

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Baebii

(bay-BEH-ee)
People nickname her: Baby and she is used to it.

Age: 17 USY – Fully mature and just past midway of lifecycle. Erygo Monis have a shelf-life of 29 USY

Gender: Female. Yet conditioned to be asexual. She is, however, sterile for she is of the Warrior Caste.

Role: Communications Officer

Alignment: Law. The Erygo Monis follow conduct and structure laid out for them. They are bred and born into the great Interconnection Sphere where each individual plays a significant role no matter how low their status and prestige.

Race - Erygo Monis

– Genetically engineered warrior race. There are several castes and generally follow breeding and society patterns similar to ants. The castes are ranked from lowest to highest as follows: Fodder, Worker, Feeder, Scout, Warrior, Noble, Drones, Queen. Names are actually numbers in the Lualayan language. ~Bae (bay) is 16, birth number. ~Bi (beh) is Warrior, caste. ~I (ee) is Controller, warrior type. her name stands for her status: Warrior.

Originally created by the Boonu peoples to combat invasion of their planet. They were a controlled experiment that went rogue and created colonies of their own. Though inadvertently unleashing the Erygo Monis into the wild, so to speak, they proliferated and bred their own freewill armies and their sheer numbers and sheer ferocity helped stave off the invasion of the invading Rouvenridas and the Stapamedes armies.

Appearance

6' 5” of slow burning Erygo Monis intensity. Baebii was bred to be uncompromising, undeniable and unmatched. She was born to be a Controller of her kind. Though she is average size and bulk of her breeding, there is a certain air about her that makes her seem bigger than she is; she has an aura of Command. Her skin is a sandy golden brown layer of tightly knit scales spotted with browns all over her body. Golden eyes are usually held half-lidded in an always suspicious glare or if she is cross, she just lays it on thick with a plain ol' Ellimindarin-daggers-in-her-eyes scowl mode. A strong nose coupled with strong cheekbones hovers over a full lips either held in distaste or in an open sharp toothy sneer.

Rippling and lithe mucular body is covered in the normal, yet revealing garb of the Erygo Monis Command. Purple is her designation which is ranks her high in her station as a Controller... but that means little out here on this boat but still she loves the colour and flaunts her station proudly. As with all warrior caste, her accessories prove to have as much function as they do style. Leggings, armwear (including shoulders and elbows) serve as armour, submarine propulsion as well as enchanted stun weaponry.

As a creature bred for combat against the invasion and destruction of her homeworld which is nearly 90% covered in water, Baebii's body structure allows for her to move rather quickly and smoothly underwater, this of course is aided by her enchanted tech. As such, she is more amphibian than reptile and can breath underwater via some of her protuberances on her head.

These protuberances look like dreadlocks but are actually functional armaments and utility devices made for the Erygo Monis. They can extend a further 3m to 10m in length. Offworlders commonly (humourously) call them: Er'locks. Each has an individual purpose and the more there are on the head of a Erygo Monis the more prolific they are. Baebii was a celebrated Controller and the Er'locks and the brands upon her back she shows off proudly.

Rarely will anyone find Baebii smiling... save for when she cooing in absolute adoration in the company of the giant grub, Res.

Homeworld

Braetonica Celaris – once a planet covered by 87.8% water and with stunning polar caps, the world was nearly lain desolate and barren after a war between two invading forces competed for the liquid resource of the planet as well as fought the collective of native forces of Braetonica Celaris.

Before the invasion, Braetonica Celaris was a self-sustaining world with high arcanitech based modernity. Offworld freighters did come to trade for water and highly sought minerals in the deep canyons of the oceans. A trade embargo began against the roving Stapemedes peoples invaded an outlying planetoid for territory. Soon enough the neighbouring Rouvenridas took vigilante action when Council talks stalled action against the invading Stapemedes. War broke out and Braetonica Celaris was to be one of the spoils of the war. Mineral rich and covered in water that would feed countless generations, Braetonica was invaded in the ensuing decade.

After decades of fighting, the United Terran Coalition upon Braetonica took to genetic engineering a warrior people that would sustain in a controlled lifecycle. The Erygo Monis were an instant success and launched into action. They were an amphibious type of race and attacked from submersive bio-mech vehicles as well as land based ones. When a several young queens meant for culling were accidentally jettisoned into the wild, they were found by Erygos Monis not of the same strain. But the natural ingrained instinct to protect and care for queens of the Erygos Monis allowed the queens to be taken in and protected. They were brought to their own lairs spread across coastal lines and managed to survive and breed in the wild. And from there, the armies of the United Terran Coalition doubled in less than a decade with a fully grown and deadly complement of female Erygos Monis soldiers.

Fighting finally subsided and the invading alien armies were forced to sign treaties and eventually were banished from Braetonica. But some Rouvenridas took decomissioned Erygo Monis with them in secret to breed their own soldiers when it was time to return.

Skills

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Controller Er'locks.
After becoming decommissioned, and thusly becoming deweaponized, Baebii's lethality with her Er'locks has been nullified. She has however learned that she can use her psionic esper abilities for other practical and very useful ways. She is able to link in to the communications systems of a vessel or vehicle and 'speak' with the computer systems and has been trained by Rouvenridas forces to become an efficient bridge Communications Officer with required knowledge for long and short range Void scanning and communications systems.

Instead of weapon storage in her Er'locks she is able to store languages, and, in fact has hundreds of languages stored for translation. And whether willing or not, she may 'patch-in' forcefully or not via her Er'locks by invading the base of a subjects skull and allow instant translation between multiple parties. Even without 'patching-in,' Baby can scan for a known language in her head and translate out loud or even speak back the language with her translation breather apparatus.


As a Controller she has psionic esper abilities, but they have been nerfed. But she has rejuvenated her empathic abilities via her Er'locks and can scan beings by swishing her protuberance back and forth near them and figure out basic emotions and possibly even detect surface lies or discrepancies in speech patterns. She is aided by the goggles of her translation apparatus.


But the wicked power she has rejuvenated in her Er'locks just recently is a form of psyche override. Up to five others, for now, she is able to 'patch-in' to them and control their bodily movements for a limited time. The easiest use for Baby to use this is when a subject is asleep or unconscious.

And if it comes down to it, she may use her Er'locks as martial arts weapons as multiple whips or grappling armaments.

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Swimming:
Baebii is a powerful swimmer and diver. And equipped with her leggings and armwear she is able to propel herself much faster than olympian swimmers. She has a set of Er'locks that serve as an arcanitech 'gills' system that allows her to breath underwater. This is where she remains deadly as she may grapple another and hold them underwater until they lose their held breath.

She is very comfortable underwater and can keep her eyes open since she has a second set of eye coverings that serve as goggles and help her to see in within 30m of darkness in water. Right now she is working on transfering air to others via her Er'locks. With such little progress so far, she believes that she must upgrade her Er'locks and have them enchanted by an expert arcanitechnician.

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Combat Manoeuvring/Field Combat Expertise:
A Warrior through and through, Baby is actually more efficient as a Controller on the battlefield. But ever since her psionic esper abilities have been drained from her, her power as a communications relay is no longer there. She can however use her Er'locks as transmission signal boosters. But given a proper set up, she can play as the 'eye-in-the-sky' and co-ordinate troop movement and recognize hazards and potential pitfalls out in the field.

But this skill she holds back on for she only wants to be known as the Comm Officer and not a field Lieutenant... but sometimes she just cannot help but spout out some advice to the boarding team.

History

My name is Baebii.

I was granted release as an egg by my gracious mother, the honoured and grand Queen Basalliane of the Arcendo West Coastal Wing. Ago was I hatched 17 cycles of this Universe. Upon the soil of the Boonu was I granted my life, my code, my honour, my creed, and my purpose. No, I am not Queen and nor will I ever be... but I was made to rule on the battlefield. I am a Warrior Controller. I commanded the Jensings Sect Platoon. We were the ones that took out the water exchanger of the Great Omidoom, the Freighter of the Rouvenridas, and caused the chain reaction explosion that ultimately took them down and forced them to talk to our peoples of our homeworld. In the name of grandest mother Braetonica Celaris we did our Erygo Monis peoples, all peoples, all queens, all hearts proud and then some.

And then we were taken away. But not before we were shamed for being what we are; a power to be recognized and respected. Instead we were demonized as weapons that caused fear and bedlam to all others that we had saved. And so they took from me something intrinsic to my being; they took from me a piece of the interconnection sphere. I was stripped of my esper essence. And in so far as to rend open more my humiliation, they put me on a space boat so I could never see my mother queen again. But I was too proud to retaliate, too honourbound to return the pain, too much love for mother Basalliane to go against her wishes for my banishment. And so with hundreds of my sisters and with heavy heart, we took to the stars upon the Tarsusla, frigate of the Rouvenridas never to return to Braetonica Celaris.

It was aboard that warship that I learned my new trade. For I was one of the handfuls of lucky survivors. I was experimented upon just like the rest of my sisters, but for me it was not torture. I was a cut apart... for many of my sisters they were plainly and literally just cut apart. For you see, I was useful to them. My skill set allowed me to learn about this strange technology; such tech with little to no arcanic basis at all. But as my sisters lives failed, I flourished into a communications officer. And so it was down to just a few dozen of us. From over 350 Erygo Monis sisters whittled down to just us survivors. But for what they had taken and learned from us. We would do the same.

Our escape cost us a dozen more sisters. But it cost the Rouvenridas an entire crew aboard an esteemed frigate. Baebii and her bloody sisters blew that mother into the Void wastes and we spit on their blackened graves.

The escape shuttles landed upon a ass backwards rock called Labazeplas, a moon only fit for the scum, the degenerates and runaways. A perfect place to exchange our shuttles for some food and some directions. Oh but we did okay. For the 23 of us decided to go our separate ways. But not before setting a plan in motion to gather others and meet in 9 turns of the Universe. You see, there was not only one frigate that took our sister Erygo Monis from our homeworld but at least a dozen more.

And so I was taken in by a boat called the Nova Dawn. I must have impressed something fierce upon Captain Sulk to have been hired on... but I am a daughter of Queen Basalliane afterall. And so I traded my skills and loyalty to the 'Dawn in exchange for all the creds and treasures untold I can have aboard my time here.

And so here I stand. After a single turn of the Uni, I am now Comm Officer aboard the Nova Dawn. And I love it here. The Captain is a good one and the crew is a decent outfit. I honestly did have my doubts until I saw it. It is my temporary replacement. It is my Umboobu-- my little queen. It's name is Res and it does not know it but I love it. I do. It is plump in all the right places just like Mother Basalliane. And it keeps me fed, focused... and loved. And it keeps me mindful of why I am aboard this boat.

In the next 8 turns of the Uni, I must earn enough to buy a couple of frigates and gather enough to woman them. Baebii and her sisters will unite and we will find those other surviving Erygo Monis in the clutches of the Rouvenridas. Even if we have to take on their whole armada. No matter how much blood flows from here on out into the Void, we will make good upon our pact and find them all.

No matter how much blood flows from here on out, the Void will get her fill from our war.

Personality

Headstrong and proud yet loyal and honourbound. Unyielding and relentless yet excellent teammate and very supportive. A vicious bitch in the ring, a motherly force at home. A soldier lost and no longer prized but willing to climb that ladder again. Stoic and humourless but still knows when to give and take a hug. Homesick and shamed, yet at home and honoured to serve on board and with the crew of the Nova Dawn.

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Echo

Okay finally. Here's my appie ;D

Let me know how to fix it up k?

Lady Delany Ambrosina Wentalworth.

Age: 17

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Abstract:

I am that pretty messed up, pretty wild, pretty pink princess riding the Whiskers of The PussyCatta set on a collision course with the nether regions intersecting Oblivion, Ecstasy and Paradise and try as you will, you just cannot leash this undeterred, unstoppable, underling Whiskering royal bitch. ( she tells herself when she's high).

That uppity but nice enough girl even though she gives her family name a black eye since they always seem to try to cover up "misguided actions" due to her "problematic behaviour" (they say when she's sobering up).

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Details

Ever wonder who you really are when you stare into that looking glass? No, really. Who is that really?

That is not me in that white frilly gown staring back at me. I am not that little girl in there: silvery flowing locks, icy blue eyes, plump lips, button nose, all upon porcelain skin. I am not that... that "Dolly" thing. No, I am not your plaything, Daddy. I am not so Royal. I am not. I cannot even stare into those eyes for I know they lie, lie, lie, just like that false Wentalworth family grin that pervades our liars family castle.

I am what they made me to be; I am that damned princess through and through. All my years, all my tears, all my fears, oh but Mummy, I pray thee to more than what this lone and singularity of a child could ever bring you. I know you taught me well. But shame is all I return to you. I know there were those years that I loved you so dearly; oh but Mummy I loved you more than any during those illicit and blissful times. I know you want me to bear your grandchildren, but oh how shameful that I shan't. And it is not because this frail Dolly cannot bear to breed. No, Mummy it is because this Woman-childling cannot bear to take the seed for I only love the flower. And it is from this shame, I know you know, that I am a Whiskering one. When and in those time of what you call lucidity, I hear you telling me to rid of my Daemon's crutch.

But it is not a Daemon's crutch, Mummy. Even Daddy says so. He knows what it is. They call it the PussyCatta. It is my greatest love and my greatest humiliation... I admit this only because I loved you once more than anything during those irreverent and blameless times. And now... and now I play dress up for you Mummy. Unlike playing dress down for Daddy. And now here I stand in front of this looking glass and look at that... that frail whelp staring back at me. That whelp in the mirror... I cannot look into its eyes for I know it still loves you, Mummy. It dressed up for you so that it would look all "prim and proper, ladylike and precious on her day to greet her chosen suitor."

But look closer, Mummy. There do you see it? No? No, of course not. Here let me help you. Time to get Whiskering then. Oh, see the Catalyst crystals? Now let me melt them. No longer Catalyst and now they are turning into the PussyCatta. See now how I place them into these vials ending in 5 sharp needles-- oh but Mummy! How clever you are! Oh dear, how rather amusing then! You do get it for they do look like the five claws of a cat! Catalyst. Cat. PussyCatta. How utterly drole. Now then. Why do they call it "Whiskering...?" Watch. See how I squeeze this and the fluid sprays away the air bubbles? What does it look like? Whiskers yes, sort of. But that's just the visual. It's acutally the sensation, Mummy. When I inject it into my tummy... wait, this area is too scarred with Kitty-tracks... ahhh! Here. Now when I inject this into my tumm-- ooooooooohhhhhhhh... ohhhh, Mummy... it feels like I'm sliding now, Mummy... sliding down the Whiskers of the PussyCatta... sliding... sliding down, Mummy. And so now-- oh! Hear that? No? Well look into the looking glass, Mummy. Do you see it?

Look beyond that whelp in there. Look into those icy blues now, Mummy. There is no more frailty. Oh, you see it now don't you? It calls me to it, Mummy. It knows me so well. It takes me away when Daddy takes me away. And now do you see? Oh, how lovely I am. I am your angel. I am, Mummy. Don't you see my wings? Oh but I must fly to him. He waits for me down below. Upon his horse... a riding horse he rides and soon to ride me like a whore till I breed. But wait till he sees me. I can fly. I can. That's what she tells me.

LoPangan is her name. She says its time to fly now. I love you, Mummy. I still do... but you are wrong. LoPangan is not a delusion of a devil from this so-called "addiction" of mine. No, Mummy, LoPangan is real. And she gives me powers. Watch me, Mummy. I know you are down there too in the courtyard. You will all see. By the power of the PussyCatta, LoPangan has made me an ANGEL! Your angel, Mummy. Look up, Mummy! Look at me I'm waving to you from my tower window. Oh, you are waving back! Now watch, Mummy. Oh, silly... don't you fret, tremble and scream. That is not prim and proper. Just watch me, Mummy. I can fly. I can FLY!!

Here now, Mummy. Here comes your angel.

Oh how beautiful I am.

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Personality:

(+) Happy, Capricious, Helpful, Polite, Hard-working, Aims to please.

(-) Curious, Non-confrontational, Lonely, In-the-Closet, Aims to please.

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Skills:

Noblesse Etiquette, Horse riding/care/breeding, Grooming, Stitching/sewing, Archery, Dancing/Singing, Reading/Writing, Painting, Narcotic use (Catalyst Crystals)

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Obstacles:

Drug Addiction, Repression due to sexual abuse by father and being “in-the-closet,” a Pushover to those whom she trusts/admires, and even though disdains the life of a noble, she is a bit snooty and uppity in terms of being 'prim and proper.'

NOVA DAWN

@Cute Bumber Yeah but, the funnest part of the sexy fingertips isn't the popcorn, it's the playful nibbling wholesome bonding you're enjoying with them.

@vFear

Awwww yeeeeyah... :3~~

<Snipped quote by Cute Bumber>

"Stolen Popcorn" will be on the dessert menu now.

You may have questions, such as "stolen from where?", "what's in this buttery sauce?" and "why does my pancreas ache after eating these?". Fortunately, these questions and most others can be handled with one simple answer - you really don't want to know.

@Hylozoist

<3 for sure and! I think that sounds like that should totes be a repeated quote by our Cookie:

Crewmate ~ Hey Cookie, where did this meat come from cuz mine has two rings and a gold tooth in it?
Cookie ~ Oooohhhh... you really don't want to know.
;P

Fear not, the enterprising cook is probably just looking for more ingredients for his next great dish. ;)
As suggested ^above muhluv ;D

@Dark Wind@Cute Bumber Villains! You will rue the day you stole my popcorn!

@Hologram Prose

Know what? Best be careful @Dark Wind just wants your popcorn cuz daBumba only talkin about fingertips. Dark Wind tho...

This is booty I can get behind.

Ey, watchu sayin' home skillet? Don't be messin' with no popcorn plunderers or we gon' have some problems!

@Dark Wind

As long as Dark Wind ain't after 'Treasure Chests' as well ;P

You guys soooooo fun and friendly <3 But like totes distracting...! daBumba neeeeeds to work on her charrie...! Ughs! Laaaaater ;D