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« on: January 08, 2016, 04:37:05 pm »
Name: Symphonica
Age: Human appearance is aproxematly aged 19
Gender: Once female
Race: Cyborg
Height: 1:73
Physical Description normal mode:
She looks human and even feels as such on initial touch. Her skin despite soft is bulletproof and is not easily cut by sharp objects.
She can however bleed although 'bloodvessels' are only just below the skin.
Haircolor & style: Shoulderblade long hair with gentle curls
Eyecolor: emerald
Skincolor: Fair
Clothes:
Cream white corset top with a warm brown skirt. The skirt has a brown fabric flower on it and orange embroiding. Her anklehigh boots are brown
Physical Description berserk:
In berserker mode sharp blades come from her arms which can easily slice to most types of armor.
Weapons/ magic/ abilities:
Sharp knives when she enters attack mode
Able to create a screech that breaks glass and with long exposure can even kill.
Other:
Personality:
Curious and in overal friendly but also is very sensitive for violence. She still has her humanity but occasionally loses it due to her cybertech. Also she often has blackouts and nightmares filled with the color red.
History:
Symphonica used to be human but had her body altered with cybertechnolagy so much she had lost most of her humanity both in body and in mind. She has vague memories of her childhood and teen life but a lot of her memories are blanc.
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« on: September 17, 2015, 01:39:19 pm »
S.I.B.I.U.
Name: Secret Intelligent Battle & Infiltration Unit
Age: Human appearance is aproxematly aged 21
Gender: Once female
Race: Robot
Height: 1:72
Physical Description normal mode:
It resembles her human form for the most part. But the colors are off.
Haircolor & style: Platinum till her lower shoulderblades and a headband in it. There is a slight wave at the end of her hair.
It looks and reacts like real hair does but when touching it, it is able to be felt it is actually indeed metal.
Eyecolor: Opal
Skincolor: Apricot
Clothes:
Black skirt, white blouse and black vest, usually accompanied with a pair of glasses. Also a pair of black heels.
Using her nano machines or by purchasing she can change her attire.
Physical Description Infiltration mode:
Haircolor & Style, eyecolor, skincolor: Can be changed vaguely into that of the person she is copying. It will always keep its metellic shine however and is therefor not perfect without a mask, wig and contact lenses. She can make it more realistic with the person's DNA or hair, and enough materials to make it from.
Eyes are copied perfectly, also voice and fingerprints.
Clothes will form almost perfectly, and if Sibiu had touched the person as well, a DNA replica can be made.
Physical Description attack/ battle mode:
The whole body will have gotten a metallic shine and is practically bulletproof. She can let a plasma weapon emerge which can be either a pistol, rifle or canon.
Other weapons she can create are blades and normal pistols/ rifles.
She does need to retrieve them after the battle if she would lose them since they are made out of her own bodymass.
Weapons/ magic/ abilities:
She can permanently or temporarily leave her body and hijack another empty shell.
She has nanomachines in her body which can replicate themselves and fix damage physically done if they have proper components to work with. The more damage the more time it is required to fix her.
Other:
Her body is made of various kinds of (newly discovered) alloys. Most were only accesable by the Syndicate.
Some can become liquid on command making it possible to shape them into swords and guns. But they can not detach. Bullets, would she choose for making a gun can either be collected later, or missing metal can be recreated by the nano machines. But her ammo is not unlimited as she would fire parts of herself.
Her core program is an AI which both is capable of learning (or rather said relearning) emotional skills.
She can be influenced by virusses and therefor she always carries dorment nano machines in a seperate pod, unable to be influenced from the outside.
She does have anti virus in her system however which regulary updates itself.
Personality:
She is friendly but when given a mission, that is all she then will know. Her empathic and sympathic sides will not function until the mission is over.
History:
Already she had been chosen for the special program but she was deadly ill. Never would she make it to and through the whole change. In a desperate attempt to save his daughter, her father who worked at the syndicate uploaded most of her conscious from her brain before her body died.
With her help, she and her father both built a body durable and functional to still perform special missions for the syndicate. Although she was made in secret.
Things turned for the worse for the syndicate however and during an attack inside the facility, to save his daughter her conscious and unfinished programming were uploaded in the body the two had created and got put into a sleepmode in an escape pod that could survive the harshness of space.
But do everything having been done in a rush a few things went wrong. Not her full conscious got uploaded into the body and some things of her memories and personality are missing.
Neither did her father got enough time to shot the pod into space.
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« on: September 08, 2015, 01:31:26 am »
A massive wrecked spaceship the size of a small moon appeared in the main solar system suddenly and without explanation. The salvagers who first report it nickname their find 'the Hoard of Matthias', after the crew member who first spotted it on sensors. But as the planetary governments and prospectors from Thanatos and countless freelancers investigated the monumental wreck further and deeper, an entirely different name for it comes into use: the Sepulcher. Hundreds of various alien corpses were found in its most accessible outer layers and turned out not to be one ship, but many. Countless crafts rolled and mangled together with clumps of asteroids and space debris, the lines between one piece and another blurred by centuries worth of damage and decay. Even just a cursory exploration of the wreck turned up hundreds of artifacts and valuables. But exploring deeper than the surface quickly proved the area to be trecherous. The construction, honeycombed with sealed vaults and tunnel-like corridors, was not entirely unoccupied. Reports of feral, predatory alien creatures, ancient robotic guardians, traps, unstable pathways... and even bizarre psychic phenomenon, what some claimed to be the silent ghosts of the Sepulcher's prior occupants were made. Scaring off many but drawing many in return who sought treasure and adventure. The Sepulcher drew countless researchers, treasure-seekers, and unsavory characters to it's elusive shores. The powers that be have yet to try and lay claim to it, perhaps balancing the risks against the potential gains, but perhaps that's merely a matter of time. Until then, everyone would want a piece of the Sepulcher. Which often takes pieces, or more, of them in return. Where it came from nobody knew. But it certainly had become an inspiration for many rumors since it arrived. ======== Waiting at the docks, were two children. Both pale, and simular in many ways; Twins. Waiting for the others whom they were supposed to enter the Sepulcher with. It would be their second mission which was to investigate as deep as they possibly could. Fearless the two waited to follow their orders. Something they have been basicly programmed to do and retrieve what would maybe seem useful to their company. The expression of the two children was almost empty. No sense of joy, not exited for the upcoming thrill that was coming. Just waiting. Someone swore about having cut himself on some tools. Something that cought the attention of the girl whom at the sight of the blood gave a creepy smile. ''Rosalie. Do not scare the people.'' Joseph spoke. ''Yes brother.'' Rosalie replied calmly and instead made some pebbles float with a mere glance and let some orbit around one like planets in a solar system did. As she let the pebbles orbit she tilted her head from the left to the right over and over again and sang a simple song. ''We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow. But now alone I lie and weep beside the tree. Singing "Oh willow waly" by the tree that weeps with me. Singing "Oh willow waly" till my lover return to me. We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow. But now alone I lie. Oh willow I die, oh willow I die.'' when she song ended she turned her hand into a fist and all the pebbles turned into dust making her giggle.
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« on: September 06, 2015, 11:55:59 pm »
Rosalie and Joseph; weaponised children
Name: Rosalie
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: human
Origin: Grew up in a lab
Haircolor & style: She has smooth pink hair till half way her shoulder blades where it ends in a nice curl, although it is usually worn into a tight ponytail.
Eyecolor: silver, one eye is bionic
Skincolor: Pale
Length: 1:67
Curvy built. On her right arm there is an <01> tattoo and in her neck a barcode.
Clothes:
She wears tight grey-black clothing with white lines that allows her to move freely. It covers everything but her neck and head, her neck being collared with a device that shocks her when she is out of control. It can also inject her with medication if shocks do not work.
Her clothes also it functions as armor and channeler for her powers. It does not leave a lot to the imagination. The suit allows her to also move around with more speed and more agility.
She has high boots till just below the knees.
Weapons:
Chainwhip sword
Dual cutlass pistols
Magic/Abilities:
Has strong kinetic power and can bend anything if she puts her mind into it. Even people's bones in unnatural directions, breaking them or pulling them out of their joins (or back). The more targets at the same time the more difficult it is however.
She can also control mass and turn metals semi liquid. Always carrying a titanium orb
Finally: She can control the flow of blood which most likely is her most deadliest weapon.
Some of her powers are still in training and can grow.
Personality:
Rosalie is rather quiet and when she speaks it is almost in a robotic/ programmed way. She loves the sight of blood and it always makes her giggle or laugh depending on how much it is.
One of the things that calms her down are children's songs. The creepier the better. Currently though only when Joseph sings them it can make her fall asleep in a few seconds.
Relationships:
Joseph (brother)
Whitecoats (her doctors)
Other:
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History:
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Name: Joseph
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: human
Origin: Grew up in a lab
Haircolor & style: He has millimetered light hair. Color is hard to decide since it is so short
Eyecolor: silver, one eye is bionic
Skincolor: Pale
Length: 1:67
Musculary built. On his right arm there is an <02> tattoo and in his neck a barcode.
One arm is bionic.
Clothes:
He wears black pants, black boots (Bit like New Rox boots) and a black/ white longsleeved shirt with leather gloves.
Weapons:
Plasma rifle
Dual cutlass pistols
Magic/Abilities:
He can invade minds of people to extract information although it is limited.
He has skinchanger abilities (turning into someone else) when he consumes a part of a person. He will also get the persons memories by doing so and it is used to infiltrate. But it does not last longer then several hours depending on how much he consumed.
He can hack in almost every lock using his bionic arm. The arm can release one supersonic, brainmelting wave if he decides to overload it.
Personality:
Joseph seems to be the leader of the two and orders his sister around, not used to do much else regarding her. Also he tends to her if she is weak and is one of the few who knows how to 'deactivate' her.
Relationships:
Rosalie (Sister)
Whitecoats (his doctors)
Other:
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History:
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« on: August 26, 2015, 02:01:22 pm »
[Usha; Open capital of the Uras]
Droth; a red planet with mainly desert. It had changed a little since the Uras had crashed with their ship however. Not really flourishing but from sandstone a large walled city had been built. With rather wide fancy homes, bathhouses filled with water they traded on the neighbouring planet, even a small variety of crops were grown limited from the first seeds that had survived the crash.
Being the kind of people they were though, the city they built with their hands and technology salvaged from their ship, was open for everyone. Native and visitor. Under the condition not to resort to violence of course.
A market was going on in the early mornings before it would become to hot. White canvas provided some shade but certainly not enough.
Vivian, one of the Uras folk was born in Usha and with some large weapon nonchalantly on her shoulders she passed the market. Smiling as she passed a stand that had all kinds of glass animals. She had no time for shopping though. It was hunting time. And the creatures were huge. Still it had to be done. Food here did not grow on trees that well and just living of cacti and crops that could grow in this dry planet eventually got boring.
She reached the meeting place where a sandsurf vehicle was waiting with most of her hunting companions for today. Not all of them were Uras, there were various kinds of races that lived here. And everyone had to work equally hard. The lazy were not rewarded here.
''Morning.'' Vivian spoke with a seductive smile.
''Got miss foekiller fixed?'' a fellow Uras spoke. A mechanic who was checking the large open sand sled one last time.
''Ready for action just like me'' Vivian said with a grin. They were a few men to short though. But there was still some time until they have to go.
''What will we hunt today?'' she asked.
''A Tunneler. If we get it down we have food for a week.'' the mechanic said with a large grin.
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« on: August 20, 2015, 11:34:21 am »
Name: Meria
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Species: Mermaid
Planet of origin: Auvis
Hairstyle and color: Wavy lilac hair till midway her back.
Eyecolor: turquise
Length: With tail about 1,75 meters
Curvy built
Tail and scale color: Tail goes from green scales at the low waist to blue at her 'legs' and then purple at the fins. The scales on her breasts are between purple and blue.
Clothes:
None
Weapons:
Hunting spear
Magic/Abilities:
None
Personality:
She is curious and loves to discover
Relationships:
Other:
She has a good singing voice, her favourite song being 'Jolly Sailor Bold'
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« on: August 20, 2015, 01:04:38 am »
 Copyrighted to Phillip M. Jackson / http://jollyjack.deviantart.com/Name: Vivian Age: 23 Gender: Female Species: Uras (Humanoid bunny race) Planet of origin: Drorth Coatcolor: Light brown/ beige Hairstyle and color: She has smooth straight blonde hair till her lowerback Eyecolor: blue Length: 1:67 Curvy built and upright ears Clothes: Grey pants with her brown/ white boots over it. A grey sleeveless top that ends just below her breasts and long white gloves. Weapons: Daggers, bow and for larger things a rocket launcher. Magic/Abilities: None Personality: She loves to cocktease and has no trouble undressing in the presence of men, share a bath with them, etc. She acts as 'one of the guys'. She occasionally will share her body/ bed with someone but she would like a longer lasting relationship. Relationships: Other: History: Vivian was born in the capital Usha that her kin had built. First working to prepare what hunters brought from their hunting trips into actual food, she later became a hunter herself. Sometimes she does some mercenary work and spy work as well. Racial information and history The Uras do not originate from Drorth. Their ship had crashed over a hundred years ago and those who survived adapted to the circumstances as it was 'better then their home planet'. They had built a large capital with sandstone after finding some underground lakes although that does not mean they are not careful with it. The capital is a neutral city. Everyone needs to get along with everyone and racial violence is not tolerated. Their ship had been completely salvaged and all the fuel they had left was invested into the excavation pods which had been used to collect water from Auvis in trade for things from their home planet. They choose this because they had no ability to bring all of their people to Auvis, nor did they posess the means to adapt to an aquatic life. This day their ships can be fueled with solar power. Uras anatomy wise walk like a human does, on two legs. They are fast, agile and their coats and ears vary. However they do not work racial wise regarding this.
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« on: August 17, 2015, 01:00:28 am »
Name: Kayden Galwyn
Age: Over 6000 years he is not sure, lost count. Looks in his early 30's
Gender: Male
Race: Looks human
Country of origin: -
Height: 1:72
Residence: None; a traveler
Physical Description:
Haircolor & style: Chestnut brown hair, just barely long enough to wear in a tail
Eyecolor: Opal. As in almost litterly opal with very vague pupils.
Skincolor: rather tanned
Clothes:
Originally wore a silver grey tunic, brown leather pants. No shoes. He blindfolded himself to prevent people from seeing his eyes.
Weapons:
A wooden staff just a bit taller then himself. It is mainly straight formed with a spiral on the top. The surface is rough but has no bark.
Magic/Abilities:
He can see the future of people and places
Can hear and see the memory of sound (aka seeing the past)
Conjure a few spells of fire
Circle and rune magic (drawing magical symbols on the ground or a surface)
Bloodmagic: He can use blood magic to heal someone with blood of his own. Share pain and illness.
In Limbo he lost his power of forsight for the most part.
Other: He is blind but can 'see' with touching someone or something.
Using a lot of magic in a short amount of time physically hurts him. Sometimes resulting into injury.
(Does not work in Limbo that well)
Personality:
He is a kind and optimistic person who is always there to save or help his friends. When he sees an outcome for someone or somewhere that he does not like he will do what he can to find a future where it would not occur.
--Curse--
He can not die by normal means. Not by aging, mortal wounds, magic, thirst/ starvation etc.
He has been finding for a way to die for a really long time but whatever happens, he always resurrects and recovers
In cases of decapitation/ severed limbs etc. The severed parts rot away and grow back on him which is insanely painful if he is conscious.
Once had been quartered and burned to ashes and still returned from that.
History
Kayden originates from a longforgotten island that a deity made collapse into the sea. It was a very prosperous life with various kinds of magic, including Demonslaying, Godslaying and Dragonslaying magic. A vizier, managed to even control a God and wanted to control a second. Which ended up in it being sunk into the very ocean.
The ruins are as good as incapable of being reached and so are the tablets with the ancient spells and rituals they had made. But the tablets are written in their language which aside him and a very dear feathery friend, can not speak or read.
Kayden as far as he knows is the only survivor
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Somewhere in SotE a spell he performed turned out wrong making him end up in Limbo. Using rune magic he had attempted to get him out of there but he had tried for thousands of years.
Active threads
Concluded threads
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« on: August 09, 2015, 11:13:09 pm »
The door of a luxery three story apartment opened. It used to be three seperated ones but three above one another had been bought and adjusted so it was three floors. They had purchased a part of the surrounding ground too that was attached to their room and had been turned into a flawless garden. The Khasuul's were rich merchants. In money anyway.
Farren and Emily entered the well and warmly lit place and were greeted by a few servants. ''Please prepare a good meal for the lady and something nice and warm to drink.'' Farren said to the servants who nodded. Even though Emily's parents were not home they did not dare to play with the girl. Fearing for their job. ''It is alright I am not hungry.'' she took a hold of her suitcase and started to drag it to her toom. Which was not easy since the thing was bigger then herself.
''I will go to my room and sleep. I want to be alone'' she bowed politely but before she could proceed Farren helped Emily with her suitcase to the elevator to the third floor where her room was.
Her room was large, clean and neat. With a big bed that had curtains and silken sheets. Her dolls were neatly organised on a shelf and on the other side was a desk with beside it a large book case that had many different kinds of books. About the art of trade, identifying rare goods amongst cheap ripoffs. On the lowest plank were a few fairy taile books. ''Thank you Farren. D-dismissed...'' she whispered. She felt like she could cry and she did not like ordering them around.
Farren nodded and left the room, and Emily all by herself.
She went to the window and opened it. The air was cool but rather then the garden or the city, she looked up. The stars were barely visable with all the light abd she folded her trembling little hands. She prayed again. She did so almost every day. Not to a single God but the stars.
''Please sweet stars in the sky. Can you listen to my prayer? Just listening is enough. That is more my parents already do.'' she started. The first tears falling over her cheeks. ''If any of you have the time though. Can you please say hi? I... I need someone who...'' the knot in her throat became to tight though to say it. ''Please let my mommy and daddy come home safe.'' she spoke a few names of stars she had once read or heard about in stories. Evadne was one of those names. ''I wish you all a good night and.. and that your radiance will inspire many.''
Emily rarely asked anything for herself. Not because she got what any girl wanted. Emily only needed to smile at a toy and she would get it. But everything she did ask for. The simple things, were never given.
She started to unpack her suitcase and returned her clothes to the wardrope. In the end she did not need these at all. Being sent back the afternoon the following they they had even arrived.
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« on: August 07, 2015, 08:00:29 am »
Name: Emily Khahsuul
Nickname: Emmy
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Species: Human but shows a few fae traits such as slightly pointed ears
Origin: born in Haviah
Height: 1,18 meters
Residence:
Physical Description:
Haircolor & style: White blonde till her shoulders, worn as pigtails
Eyecolor: Soft green
Skincolor: pale
Clothes:
A simple pink dress, pink shoes and wite socks.
Magic/Abilities:
She has a photographic memory
When getting frustrated or angry, things made of glass or clay tend to break. Things made of metal bend.
Personality:
Emmy is a rather noisy kid, never having really gotten any attention from her father and stepmother whom always were to busy with their merchant life. She can act like a spoiled kid but is actually rather lonely. She just wants to be loved.
Relationships:
None
Other:
She is fast on her feet and extremely agile
History:
Emily's mother died in childbirth but despite her father remarried, the girl never received parental attention. For as long as she could remember there was a babysitter whom had to tend to her needs. To a certain degree anyway; Emily was not allowed to play outside or make and play with friends.
All she was permitted to do was to read boring books. The babysitter got fired when listening to Emily's pleads to play hide and seek inside their home.
Her behaviour then turned for the wost. She wanted attention of those around her. Wanted to play. And she started to speak out what she wanted. Making her parents put the blame on the girl she was just spoiled.
Until her frustrations broke almost every window in the house, bended the metal such as silver and gold as well. Since then the girl had been forced to stay in her room with her father and stepmother only allowing her to come out when she had to bathe or when it was time to eat. Having bought various toys and (boring) books for her to play with and read. She would be asked about the books contends after the passage of several days.
And when she has been good, her stepmother or father would take her outside for a little stroll in a town, not realising or caring that all that the girl wants was a friend or parental figure to give her love.
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« on: August 07, 2015, 05:14:26 am »
''After so many preperations we finally stole the Galwyn family heirloom.'' a woman with millimetered pink hair at one side and long locks at the right side grinned widely as she placed one leg over the other on the table, lighting a cigarette. She was wearing thick black leather boots with metal straps, torn tights, tight short pants and a black punktop with some belts and large variation of coloured splashes.
''We have it, now how are we going to devide the earnings? The gem will loose value if we shatter it in pieces.'' a man spoke wearing black punk clothes and goggles. ''I do want my cut.''
''We are from the same gang stupid. The head boss decides what we get.'' the woman replied. Six more others joined the table carrying various alcoholic beverages and cheap food which in this case was the best this roadstyle themed house could offer.
''free from the house if we promise not to tear it down more'' A broad man spoke. He wore spikes as accesories on leather straps. His hair was spiky too.
They had preparing it for months; stealing an eggshaped fire opal from a museum. It had not been easy. There were many kinds of protection on this thing. And they questioned wether it was just the jewel and nothing else they needed to grab. Which they thought was odd regarding there were things in there way more valueable then some fire opal.
''Come on show our prize. Laerda'' he said gulping down a pint of ale in one go. ''Ugh... it's like warm piss...'' he muttered but took a second.
The pinkhaired woman took her back and took from it a large eggshaped red gem wrapped in cloth. ''It is ours now.'' she said with a grin.
''It's our master's you mean...'' the spiked man replied before Laerda put the gem back.
Their celebration consistent of booze, and various women whom were taken from other tables did not last long however as authorities arrived.
''Shit...'' Laedra cursed and did not take long until weapons were drawn.
''Forget the fighting lets bail out.'' the spikey one said. ''Lets go to our ship and head to HQ. This ale sucks anyway''
''Grand plan Chronos'' Laedra said and rather then throwing something lethal, a smoke bomb was released before all eight of them made their way out. In their way which indicated shooting their weapons at the ceiling and hitting a few of the police that were there, wounding them so they could not follow and as final, an EMP bomb to make sure they could not call for any back up.
The woman carried the bag with the jewel. It was however not that far; in this forsaken small town there was not much and they had merely landed closeby to get a celebration drink after losing the authorities for getting the thing.
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« on: February 12, 2015, 05:19:54 am »
Name: Aeria Age: Newborn/ chick Race: Phoenix Physical traits:Phoenix form (Artwork from MidnightArtDragon on deviantart) Like a cute young feathered hatchling All of her feathers have a pattern. Her tailfeathers are long and are patterened differently. Her talons and beak are strong enough to scratch leathery skin and surely become stronger when she matures. Eyecolor: Red Feather color: Various shades of red and orange Occasionly the feathers become like fire. Human form:Not yet gained MagicHealing tears rebirth Fire WeaknessesHer main weakness is water; being exposed to it for more then three hours in a row makes her lose consciousness. Longer then three and a half hours and she dies. Conjured ice/ water effects her more then normal water. Trivia: She's a reincarnation of Silmeria from SotE
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« on: February 05, 2015, 04:34:51 am »
 Name: Iliya Calhaan (pronounce: Kal-ah-an) Age: 19 Gender: female Species: human Ethnicity: Aedolis Height: 5'9" Occupation: R&D researcher of modern medicine, working on nano tech at TRIM Residence middle strata, Calhaan residence Physical DescriptionChestnut brown hair till midway her back and green eyes with a pair of glasses. Often she braids it when its wet so she gets curls. Often kept in a lose braid or knot. Curvy built PersonalityShe is rather innocent and always stands ready for her brother. A terrible cook but keeps trying and always seems to have an answer for every problem. She mainly has loggical and probem solving thinking which made her a relyable R&D researcher. She has a weakness for stuffed animals however and loves making her own ball jointed dolls
Magic/AbilitiesAble to levitate small objects with telekenesis and is stronger when angry RelationshipsBrother: James, whom she really looks up too although is puzzled how she actually feels about him HistoryIliya was already brilliant at a young age and was well ahead of her peers. At the age of 18 she wrote a thesis which resulted in a job interview. When they asked what she wanted to earn on a yearly basis (could be anything) she did wrote a lot as a joke and it was accepted without discussion. When she commented she should have added another zero, the one she had the interview with returned the form to her asking 'why not two' Most of the money had been used to pay off depts and their home thus far since without their parents (whom died during a vacation) they had to loan quite some money for food and to go to school since the insurance did not cover everything. Threads Current Threads
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