Remnants of the Earth

Dan faintly nodded, fixing his eyes at the end of his boots. "Yeah tea, sounds good." And then remained silent.

After a few minutes, he asked. "Why where you on Cancer? It might be the most dangerous place in the galaxy..."

"I had a lot of people counting on me, looking up to me. I was their leader and they needed me, I couldn't just get up and leave. They did until three hours ago." Tears flooded his eyes and rained down his cheeks. "But now... they're all dead..." He began to sob uncontrollably. "They where my friends..."

Dan held the book in his hands carefully. It wasn't his and books were so rare on Cancer. He took a moment to form the syllables in his head to be sure not to massacre the pronunciation. "A.. Ala'ora. That's the name of your kind, right?" He looked at her then back at the book. "and that picture is your planet. It's beautiful! Your people is even more." He read a little more. "Now I understand. At first i thought you were mute. But now, it makes sense."
     He handed back the book with a smile. "I'm sorry i held you at gunpoint earlier."

Dan stress dropped drastically when they started to take off and he became calm once again when they got out of orbit. As the woman turned toward him he leaned on the nearest surface and sighed out of relief.

Dan began to understand her abilities. But why did she kept silent was starting to unsettle him. But he had to play along, he was her guest even though he invited himself.

"I'm Dan. Sorry to barge in like this but I needed your help... You see, I ran into trouble with the Reds down on Cancer and I had to get out of there.It's just for a couple of hour though." He tried to smile again. "Now that you know my name, can you give me yours."

Dan's attempts were getting more and more frantic with each second passing. Flicking switches and pulling lever, pressing all the rather colorful buttons. Nothing. He was about to take the helm when he herd a rather loud noise.
     He jumped and drew his only pistol. He held it in his right hand at waist height, ready to shoot at any sudden aggression. Dan was standing in front of a women, albeit very colorful. He lowered his gun but didn't holstered it. He tried to smile but his face showed an awkward grin.

"This is not what...hem.. this is not what you think it is!"

He readjusted his black neck tie and ran his hand in his hair before raising his pistol once again. "I don't want to harm you, we have to take off now!... Please..."

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Official Name Soror Summi Jezebel Birth Name Camellia Payne Age ±350 before coming into power Gender Female Species Human Ethnicity [DATA EXPUNGED] Height 6'7" Occupation Leader Of the Hospitalier's Fleet Residence Pater-Class Super Dreadnought Birthday August, the 1st Blood Type AB- Sexuality Omnisexual

((Depiction of a sister of battle, Warhammer40k. Image grabbed from the wiki @ http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Order_of_Our_Martyred_Lady ))


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______Physical Description
Tall and proud, Soror Summi Jezebel has a rather muscular build.She still look like she is in her mid-thirties. She has a perfect white hair framing a stern face. He skin is fair and tanned. Though soft, her skin is covered with myriads of fading scars. Her body, toned and pleasantly curved.
     Jezebel was born with Heterochromia iridum (her eyes aren't the same color). The right eye is sky blue and the left one is red.
     Towering at a 6'7" (or 2.05 meters), Jezebel sports a custom combat power armor (C-CPA) painted black and red (reserved colors for the Fleet leaders) with white and red cloth decoration (colors of the fleet's flag ship & command center, the "Pater").

When enjoying the leisure of having a bit of free time, Jezebel wears all sorts of form fitting nano-fiber clothing, usually in the shades of black, red or white.

______Personality
Jezebel rational, analytic and enigmatic. She always put human kind before anything else with a desire to see it advance as a specie and to protect it. She believes that, even if mankind did wrong by the past, it can still change it's fate and look forward for a better future.
     In private, Jezebel drops the serious and stuck up act to become more relax and friendly. She is usually kind towards her friends and the people she trusts. Though severe and a bit paranoiac regarding non-humans, she will always act fairly.

Soror Summi Jezebel doesn't like waging war, but will be merciless if she gets resolute.

She doesn't know how to deal with the death of a close one. And since she had an extended lifespan she fears the moment she would fall in love.

______Magic/Psyonic/Abilities/Augmentations/Equipement

Psionic
       ·         Mordecai: Nullifies magic in a zone.

       ·         Apportation: Materialization, disappearance or teleportation of an object.

       ·         Psychokinesis: The ability to manipulate matter by the power of thought.

       ·         Pyrokinesis: Ability to create fire and heat with the power of thought.

Abilities
[Note: All the fancy gods names given bellow are only names for physical feats Jezebel: achieved during her military career. They aren't blessings.]
       ·         Prolonged lifespan: Jezebel isn't immortal but rather aging at a very slow pace.

       ·         Heracles' Strength: Jezebel's body is able to lift around a ton over her head, lift off the ground about 2 tons and finally, drag/push about 5 tons.

       ·         Aphrodite's Charisma: Jezebel's body is very attractive and her voice puts carries even more. She also knows how to make herself liked by most people.

       ·         Hermes' Endurance: Jezebel is able to run the equivalent of an ultra-marathon before getting tired (average of 1500 km).

Equipement
       ·         Custom Combat Power Armor (C-CPA): A power armor customized to protect and adapt itself to its user.

       ·         Boltpistol: A very large handgun shooting bullets the size of can of soda.

       ·         Saint Cuthbert's Sword: A flaming sword forged out of durasteel, capable of emitting purple flames. The flames are rumored to burn through everything and cannot be extinguished until the original fuel is fully consumed.

       ·         Saint Eleanor's Guard: Under her power armor, Jezebel wears a special garment said to protect from even the most devastating attack that a regular armor cannot withstand.

       ·         Rosary: Doesn't have any magical properties but Jezebel carries it with her everywhere.

______Relationships
Mother: Soror Valence Flora STATUS:DECEASED
Father: Summa Fratris Septim (Julius Payne) STATUS:DECEASED
Sister: Soror Rosabella Payne STATUS:DECEASED
Brother: Frater Cornelius Payne STATUS:DECEASED

Current Mate: [None] STATUS:N/A


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the Hospitalier's Fleet : A fleet completely devoted to save and protect human kind and the forgotten colonies. {Link to be implemented later}

The lion fallowed the bird's gaze. "Oh, right! The freezer, hmm... i mean, the suet cake. I should take a look at it." Feral opened the door recessed in the wall by pushing lightly on it. It sprang forth slowly with the low hiss of a hydraulic system in function.
     The cold air poured out, creating a slight haze around Feral, before flowing to the ground and disappearing. He reached inside for the mold. The suet cake looked ready. The process took less time then expected due to the freezer being colder then usual. Feral was travelling a lot and feared to loose meat during longer flights.

He took the cake out of the mold and dropped it in a plate. "There! Now you can feed whenever you feel the need to!" He purred.

The fire explained more to Feral then he thought, understanding how the chick was comfortable on the hot stove. "Wow, do you have a black hole for stomach or what." He giggled then had the irrepressible urge to yawn. Which he did and majestically, like any lion would do.

"Time to hit the hay, little thing." He said offering his finger as a ramp to the bird.

Feral couldn't help it. He like that little thing. it was really cute and looked like it was happy.
     He tried to help and shredded another peel for that little thing. He also cracked open a few seeds and nuts. "There you go." He purred. e took the mold to the freezer and hoped that it would accelerate to process.

Feral sighed and remembered it was now his turn to eat. He was hungry but to lazy to cook again. So he reached inside a cupboard again and took out a can of some fish, which he drained and gave a flake or two to the bird sitting on his counter.

"Sure, I hope you like it." He said with a shy smile. He waited for her to turn around and react before resuming. "I went a great ways to find it."