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Name: Nimat'ualin
Aka: Nima
Clan: Tualin

Age: 25
Species: Twi'lek
Force Sensitive: No

Personality:
Strengths:
-Joys
-Bias
-Preferences

Flaws:
-Fears
-Prejudices
-Overly strong traits

Biography:
-Clan Tualin's daughter
-Change in leadership
-Mother! Brothers/sisters
-Work experience
-Breaker of Chains
-Shenanigans

Relationships:


The long ocean voyage had treated Vélaneah better than many of her fellow Arrivals; the sea sang to her, and while some had spent the storm puking helplessly over the side she had spent the night in a state of detached enchantment, listening to something only another cryomancer could be expected to hear. The ship drawing closer to shore was thus, for her, less of a relief than a burden. On went the shackles - a pointless gesture to security on the open seas - and the Lieutenant was suddenly playing most-in-sight once more. To Vélaneah, the rising tide of anger as Haev's citizens took one look at their supposed protectors was perfectly understandable and she simply nodded in sympathy amid the cacophony. The damage done, the Lieutenant saw about removing their shackles and the quiet and slight elf rubbed at her wrists to restore the warmth to them.

Vél was content to trail along at the back of the group as they were hustled along, watching each of her new friends curiously during the introduction. She knew of dear Georgia's issues in Vernthouth of course, but who was the the revolutionary? Who the murderers? Her grey eyes returned to study the human Captain closely as he laid out his terms, flickering to each of the others as they accepted but always returning to him. A studious man. A courteous man, for a human. He seemed reasonable, though her hand still felt his brisk handshake.

"Yes," she said at last, emerging from the back of the group after most of the others had spoken. "Yes, we have an accord and I will answer to you during our time here." She half-smiled, a subtle flicker of a dimple and gone. "Yet - the time will come when I wish to leave, and I know that others among my friends feel the same. This is not my land, though I will help to make it a better. What is our path to return home with honour?"

She had never accepted the notion that any of her actions required redemption, for they were all done for those she owed loyalty and returned it in kind. Yes she had been caught out and branded a traitor for her actions... yet that was not wholly unintended either. Better she draw the fire's heart upon herself than leave it to consume all that she had worked for.

"Also," the short woman said at last, drawing back her green hood to expose more of her features as she bearded the Captain directly. "Do you know what it is you would have us do? Or is more initiative required of us, to find those who hold the key to Haev and sway them to support the Order and its ends here independent of your direction?"

She had spoken her piece. She would not fade into the background again, not here. Instead she found her place, standing between Stravi and Georgia. Both friends she had spoken with during the voyage, before the storm came down upon them.
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The dark-haired girl relaxed when she saw him, illuminating with a gentle glow wholly absent before. In a corporate institute that often felt very strange to her, Doctor Michele Chauncey was her one constant support. While frequently absent-minded, he seemed to be fascinated with the odd crystals that had enabled her to survive the accident that had ended her family's lives and the powers they seemed to have granted her. Still he was mindful of her needs and rarely refused her more reasonable requests without an explanation. Iris - Elaine - knew that he saw her, and for that reason rarely drew him up short when he grew so rapt in his work that he called her by her project name. In truth, she rarely thought of herself as Elaine these days. It was easier to be Iris, here.

Riding into the test chamber on a wave of Dr Chauncey's impassioned rambling, Iris smiled and nodded at the appropriate moments and sat on her usual seat. There she ran her fingers through her hair, parting it at the centre and exposing the ebon crystal where it protruded from the crown of her head. Given the choice she always swept up her air to conceal it from view and the Doctor had helped her with a thin electrum cap that helped to keep her powers from surging uncontrollably outside of a safe environment. At his nod, she removed it and set it aside and felt at once the dark energies seeping into the crystal network running through her body.

"Alright my dear, we're going to start our experiments today with what we looked at on Friday," he began. Chauncey was always very careful to explain to her well in advance what he planned to do, linking it carefully to what they had done before so that she could make the appropriate connections. She noticed with a small mental sigh that he had the cameras set up to record again. That meant this was a demonstration for Doctor Chauncey's bosses. She had to be on her best behaviour today to help him justify continuing to help her, he had explained, which meant that this would likely be a full session of testing and that she wouldn't have a chance to ask about the strange tablet in her breakfast. Maybe she could convince him to stay and talk once the testing was done? Wait, what was that? Oh yes, he was finally getting to this session's new business so the girl listened intently

"So today we will begin with this apple," he pointed. "Open a portal, as thin as you can, reach through and take it in your hand. Hold it there while I perform some measurements, but be sure to tell me if it begins to hurt. Do you understand, Iris?"

"Yes Doctor," she nodded and her grey eyes unfocused. Doctor Chauncey had a theory about darkspace, that it grew progressively more dangerous the deeper through it the portal's pathway went. To that end he had been trying to help her visualise a pathway limited to the theoretically safer higher frequencies and it was this that she did now; clutching at the dark energies as they flowed from her chakra to the faceted chips embedded in her fingertips. Then she reached into the stitches that underpinned the lab - sending his instruments screaming - and tore open a gossamer-edged ring of nothing as well as its twin above the good Doctor's fruit bowl.

Stretching out an arm, she reached through the black before her and watched as her hand reappeared ten feet away to grab the firm green apple between the pears without hesitation. She patiently watched as the Doctor measured the lengths of her arm, poked some kind of syringe into the void and waved a glowing scanning device all around her and the fruit. It didn't feel like much of her was exposed to darkspace. That thin band of skin was bitterly cold, but it was going numb. Not sore. That was okay, right?
Vélaneah T'Aldannin

The Flower of the Snows, the Lady of the T'Aldanai





Vélaneah T'Aldannin

The Flower of the Snows, the Lady of the T'Aldanai





Yes sorry, it’s been a big week and I got distracted but no excuse.

Will finish and post in the next 36 hours.
Through the door a rippling aria was turned down, the melody a contrast to the song in the visiting woman’s voice. The door opened to a raven-haired teenager in a cream blouse and dark green slacks, her braid running down to the small of her back. “Hi Sarah! I’m sorry, I was dancing.”

She did a lot of that when she was alone in her quarters; her doctors said it was important to keep up her general fitness and would benefit her rehabilitation. It also harked back to what she used to do before the crash, and that was something she needed sometimes. Most of the doctors and nurses were very polite and friendly, but - except for rarely when Dr. Chauncey would put aside his work and just talk to her - she felt very alone here at Corinth. She’d never been to Mississippi before; she had asked one of the older guards once if she could go on a supervised visit to see the sights and he had given her an odd look before saying the same thing she always heard. “It’s not safe outside Iris, not until Dr. Chauncey says you’re ready.”

“I promise I won’t keep him waiting,” she assured the honey-blonde as she took the tray with a small smile. “Have a good day!”

Everyone here was always so busy, most of them caught up with helping the troubled souls in the criminal quarters. They never had time to talk, and after the first three months here she had learnt to stop trying. The rare times one of the younger nurses or guards would stay to talk, it always turned out there was somewhere else the were supposed to be, and trouble would erupt as a result.

“You too Iris,” Sarah effused, watching carefully as the girl closed her door and then turning to walk away. By the time she passed the guard at the corner of the hallway, she was already mentally counting her winnings again. She just had one more bout of surgery to scrub up for, and then…

Inside the room, Iris ate as she always did - dipping her biscuit into the milk and taking little bites from the soaking bits around the rim until it was gone. Then the cheerios interspersed with long draughts of juice, and finally draining the milk from the bowl. That was when she found the tablet, the little clear plastic tablet tapping at her lips and looked at it in surprise. The Truth? Was this part of a new testing regimen? She saw the USB port and looked briefly around her quarters. No, no laptop had suddenly made an appearance so with a mental shrug she slipped it into her pocket and set off for her morning appointment.

She would ask the doctor, he always knew what to do.

It was only a short walk here in the upper levels of the facility, and almost exactly thirty two minutes after Sarah delivered her breakfast she was pressing a button outside a door. The screen lit up with a familiar-looking older face and she gave him her first full smile of the day. “Iris here Doctor Chauncey, I’m sorry I’m late.”
@Mag Lev Can you give us any more information on the physical characteristics of each race? Average lifespan, height and weight?

Great lore so far, thanks for sharing!
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