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Hello, there really isn't much to see here. :^D

In case you were wondering, yes, I drew my profile image. Do you like it? I think it has a depressing sort of beauty.

Disclaimer: I can sometimes be a little too honest, and my standards might be too high. People don't like that. But let it stand on record that I also view myself with the same light. I would not criticize others if I am not willing to take criticism myself. Be mature. Don't hold stupid grudges. If you've come here to scope me out, to find some shameful detail or quench some personal spite because my honesty upset you in some way, -- I'm sorry but there is nothing here for your desperate attempt at self-validation. I will settle the pettiness with an apology. Sorry. Happy?

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@RunaCat Oh no, I didn't even notice the edit you made. Sorry! I was a little busy over the holidays, but it was more I didn't even know you made one. Just ping me next time, so I don't miss you out. DX

Vienna had never been graced to be allowed into these venerated halls before, taking in her new environment as each wall and crevice molded in the darkness of her mind. She had been watching others sent when they were given the call, even those she felt less capable than herself. 'You are not ready', they would say, and she would return to training for another year. But today was special and different from the others. It was she was sent to the inner sanctums this time, to commune with the Immortal Emperor. Maybe now they saw something worthy of her. She felt very proud indeed.

When she finally reached her destination, Vienna kept her head low as she tried to avoid making eye contact with anyone, on the off-chance she would offend a superior rank or someone of nobility. Such strict laws and traditions, but she understood them. Just as they branded her with special rules, it is for the betterment of their people. Although not that such a thing would be possible in the first place. Her engraved silvered-mask covered most of her face and her eyes. It was more she was trying to keep a low profile, issuing greetings only when necessary.

"Ah... my sincerest greetings too, elder brother." she breathed to one of the men in the grand amber-lit halls leading to the Throne Room that reached out to her.

Each word was soft, like a murmur, as though it was hard for her to speak. He didn't look like someone from her own unit, so she wasn't really interested in what he had to say. It was a dry sort of truth, but if she was going to strain herself to socialize, she only wanted to do so when absolutely needed. They would probably never see each other again anyways. Biding time for a chance to depart with a few modest nods to his exchanges across the ruthless ticking minutes, she found an opportunity when an acquaintance of his appeared. By the two clasped in a handshake she was already gone.

Truthfully, she was just never good with words, let alone eloquently disarming a social dilemma if it occurred. There was no doubt she might say something callous without even realizing it and offend someone, or say nothing and offend someone. Judging how she didn't know how go about such things, the windows for failure were quite vast. Best she avoided it all. She had few rights as it was and she preferred to not spoil them, especially now. She soon found a place alone by one of the intricately carved pillars, leaning back against it with a sigh. Her resting spot was a safe distance away from the others, as she was afraid her very presence might send an uncomfortable chill down their spines. As her powers were quite untamed around other sources, even with the inhibitors placed. And her emotions were flaring. She felt overwhelmed by the new environment, happiness, fear, anxiety, excitement; all of it smothered her. Vienna only hoped she can make a good impression now that it mattered.

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Seems I missed that detail, thanks for pointing it out. Sometimes I'm really just an airhead. And alright, if I ever get any ideas, I'll shoot them over to you. :^D
Um, quick question. I see you stating we start out with one psy-power, but many people have more than one. How do we determine how many powers we get? Is there a buy based on arcane knowledge or is it situational? I sort of just winged mine and it got approved. I just want to make the mechanic clear so I can use it better in the future. And can we make up powers so long as we bring the the idea to be reviewed by you first?
Name: Vienna Marx Sorielus
Rank: Imortale Prelitor Savantus






Recognized for her incredible gift for the psionic, and the innate dangerous nature she exhibits, Vienna has received special training separate from other Imortale Prelitors. Being imparted with advanced lessons from elder Savantus (just a placeholder name, since I don't know a better term for elite psychics) in decades-long training has effectively honed her focus with her powerful psionic abilities. This has made her a powerful psychic, but a comparably weak martial fighter. As such, she is issued no combat arms, due to the weaknesses imposed by her special equipment, and has been tailored into a fully psychic/support role, mastering more psy-powers than usual in order to manipulate the battlefield from a safer distance. Notably, she has a strong link to machines, believing that some of them have developed ‘Souls’.

Equipment:
-none.

Special Equipment:
- Psy Focus; Blank Stare
Due to her intense psionic powers, Vienna is a living conduit for such energies, considered a prodigy of sorts. Though her gift over these powers is equally a curse, often amplifying them to lethal degrees. Ever since a terrible accident in her past, she has been forced to wear this inhibitor, which covers the upper portion of her head and both eyes, in order to calm her mind to properly focus and direct her violent powers. If this artifact ever leaves physical contact with her, she will undergo a state of shock and unleash uncontrollable arcs of violent psionic energy and draw in all sources that utilize such power. This is dangerous for herself and anyone around her. Prolonged periods will cause her to literally rip herself from existence.

- Makes her invisible to most psionic scanners.
- Uninvited attempts by others to control or peer into her mind is made much more difficult. And even if successful, intruders will be met with violent and horrific hallucinations. Only the most resolute of mind, or already maddened, can tolerate this experience.
- Blocks all manner of natural eyesight, but grants her a unique ability known as ‘Sightlessness’.

Psy Powers:
- ‘Healing Factor/Regeneration’
- ‘Machine Manipulation’
- 'Telekinesis'
- 'Telepathy'
- 'Teleportation'
- 'Lightning'
- ‘Sightlessness’; Unable to use her eyes, Vienna uses her focus to amplify faint pulses of psionic energy that allow her to see shapes and figures in a wide range around her. The further away an object is, the more blurry and undefined they appear to her.

Personality:

Vienna is a kind soul, never wishing to hurt others. Not even now. Her father was never there in her life, so the little girl was raised only by a single parent. Her beloved mother. All she wishes is to please and protect her only parent, whom gave her everything when they had less than nothing. But her simple wishes were never meant to be. When she was discovered at a young age to possess abilities that distinguished her among even elder psychics, she was taken away from the ruins of her home and made into a tool to serve the Immortal Emperor. Fitted with inhibitors to cant her festering powers, until she is strong enough to act without them, she has been made to practice her abilities for decades. Under the silent watch of the Librarians of the Grand Archives, she has been made a powerful psychic and machine-whisperer, forgoing most other skills in order to make her excel in these fields. She hasn't set foot outside the sacred temples in what seems to be a lifetime, completely naive, innocent, and curious as ever to the new experience. (Again, just placeholder names)

Due to her isolation from others, she has very underdeveloped social skills and can be very passive when it comes to her own thoughts. She can be awkward at times or unable to read the mood.

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Everyone seems to have a special ranking added to the ends of their titles, what do I do to determine this? Or is those things reserved only for GM/Co-Gm's?
interested. :)

Pincy tilted his head with a low hum at what Zack said, not even noticing the difference in demeanor. It seemed like he didn't care how it happened as long as they were obedient. "Wow. The ability to transmorph the physical form into a different state of matter, quite interesting indeed... you would be quite useful, though for a different plan I have yet to come up with." When it was Stephanie's turn, he nodded each word while listening to her explanation, "Worry not, young madam. We can always acquire you such parts, any parts you could possibly want." But when she suddenly asked him the question at the end, the man burst out laughing. The lanky mage bent low and grabbed his abdomen, his torn robes drooping like a weeping willow as he bellowed awkwardly spaced 'ha-ha's'. It must have looked like he was suffering from a sudden cardiac attack in the eyes of normal people. When he finished, he quickly straightened out and started at Stephanie with glowing eyes full of amusement.

"Threaten? No, no, I'm doing this by my own free will! A mutually agreed negotiation with missus Sara, here." he muttered, nodding to the woman in mention. He then turned around on his heels to face the wall, hand on his head as though in deep thought, "So only one of these, beautiful specimens, huh..." he sighed sorrowfully, "I'd love to take you both with me, but since I can only have one..." he arched backwards unnaturally, almost impossibly, leaning a finger down at Stephanie, "You."

He twirled his body so he was facing them again, bouncing like a wound up sponge, "One cannot fight magic with magic. Especially one such as Sulfrax. He would know every counter and every move. But if we were to introduce new rules... we might just catch him by surprise!~"

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Pincy laughed the whole way though as the guards pushed him about to a nearby room, taking no offence or to their shoves at all as he allowing himself to flop back and forth gleefully. It was like he was riding one of those coasters at a carnival than acting any serious as the situation might dictate.

When Sara finished giving him the need-to-know, the lanky mage hummed and looked over his prospects with an uncomfortably long blank stare. There wasn't the greatest selection as he hoped, but he was not disappointed by what they presented. His purple eyes were twinkling. Though he didn't care much for the pyromancer, something he has seen so many times before, he was more interested in the other two. His role in this mission was not the killing, but rather the method that leads to such an outcome. Still, any direct method of murder won't work on such an esteemed and powerful mage Sulfrax. They would need to take him by surprise. And oh, how his mind was already codifying many wild ideas. He had always been interested in these so called 'machines' and the prospect that these metal contraptions could do things not possible with flesh. Unlike other mages, he did not discriminate in how one uses magic. How could he cast such a shadow upon someone when he also walks the path of deviancy. Then again, shifting was quite a rare trait of magic to possess. Not many people can retain their original selves after numerous or prolonged transformations, or so the stories go. There was just so much potential with these two. But how much?

He bowed to Sara before quickly moving over to whom he heard to be named as Zack, ducking down low to get to head level and stared him up and down. "Excuse me, good sir, may I implore the range of what you are able to shift into. And to what extent? An arm? Legs? Your whole body? I have a plan that involves a small rodent, the blue-prints for a castle, and a few mannequins. So I'll need a model to base my mannequins off." quickly turning his head to the woman seated across the room, "And you, uhh, Stephanie. If I give you a diagram for a certain... obscure and probably absurd machine, how quickly can you provide me results?"

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I'm alive... barely.
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