Arona
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| Arona | ||||||||||
| Player: @Notyuu | ||||||||||
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| When you gain power, remember why you wanted it | ||||||||||
| Biographical Data | ||||||||||
| Real Name: | Refuses to tell | |||||||||
| Known Aliases: | Arona | |||||||||
| Gender: | Female | |||||||||
| Species: | Chim | |||||||||
| Ethnicity: | Variable
Usually Caucasian/Asian | |||||||||
| Place of Birth: | Bio-techinal energy dynamics facility XB-7, research wing | |||||||||
| Base of Operations: | Millennium City | |||||||||
| Relatives: | Golthar; Eldest Brother [MIA] Tulrk; Older Brother | |||||||||
| Characteristics | ||||||||||
| Age: | Lost Track | |||||||||
| Height: | Variable
usually 9.5 | |||||||||
| Weight: | 400KG/881LBS | |||||||||
| Eyes: | Black/Blue | |||||||||
| Hair: | Azure | |||||||||
| Complexion: | Varable
Usually standard for current ethnicity, slightly oily | |||||||||
| Physical Build: | Slighty Muscular | |||||||||
| Physical Features: | Permanently azure lips across all forms | |||||||||
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| Identity: | Public | |||||||||
| Years Active: | unknown-Present | |||||||||
| Citizenship: | None | |||||||||
| Occupation: | Nomadic Trader | |||||||||
| Education: | None of this world | |||||||||
| Marital Status: | Single | |||||||||
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| Super Strength Energy Absorption Energy Conversion Energy Matter Conversion Shape Shifting Resurrection Self Resurrection Immortality. | ||||||||||
| Equipment and Paraphernalia | ||||||||||
| Twin Dekonite Hammers. Slider gravbike. Pulsma Repeater Rifle. King's Forge Gauntlet. | ||||||||||
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History
So I've been tasked with writhing down my entire bloody history, but I'm too lazy, so I'm just going to give you the key points.
Created in a lab along with the other 10 members of my species in an attempt to create a god made flesh to rule over the empire, and obviously they messed up as I'm about as godlike as the adverage joe.
After they figured out that I wasn't what they were after I was thrown though a bunch of tests inorder to figure out where I would fit into the socicity, turns out I had an affainty for bionics so I was given a job and training as a bionics engineer.
I was in the job for about 46 years I think...eaither way I ended up as the lead bionics desginer of the branch, life was sweet, well as sweet as working the equivlant of a 9-5 decient paying job can be, and then I got arrested, tried and thrown in jail due to my co-worker imbessling funds and pinning it on me.
Woo sitting about in jail, was there for a few years, nothing overly fancy or...plesant and then outta the bleedin blue the guards ran off without so much as a second word, and then about 2 hours later these...well the best way to describe them would be as a cross between zombies and mutants spefically tailored for killing, ended up bursting in, killing the anybody they could reach, eventually the power went out, deacviating the barrier on my cell leaving me free to leave once I had faught my way past the creatures.
Caught up with the chickensh*t guards, ended up knocking more than a few teeth out of them for leaving us to die, before heading with them, turns out that a seient, self mutative virus had infected 40% of the population, turning them into mutated creates slaved to the will of the virus, and due to the self selective mutative propties of the virus it is capable of making the infected being immune to forms of damage, making dealing with them rather diffcult.
Ended up drafted into fighting agsaint the infected in exchange for my "crime" being forgiven, it was a long and bloody war, but ulimatally we were losing, the troops we sent agsaint the infected were inturn themselves infected and when we sent robots agsaint them, they were eaither captured and reprogrammed to fight agsaint us or violently destroyed, with no options, manpower or time left the delfactor leader went and summoned this cosmic being called nodens, and in exchange for the souls of every single one of the uninfected they granted us the knowdalge and power nessery to cure the infected.
Armed with that knowldage and power we set about capturing and curing as many of the infected as we could, trying to not pay mind to the fact that we had effectivally made ourselves into demons, and for while things were going smoothly, steadly reclaiming the empire and its people, city by city, planet by planet, system by system, helping the cured recover and re-intergrate as block by block we set about rebuilding socitity.
After a couple of months we had managed to retake little over half of the ground we lost, managed to get a majority of things set back up, at which point, like a switch being flipped inside our heads, nodens unleashed a all consuming hunger for souls onto the surrivors, and it dragged us down into almost completely instinctual demons caring only for consuming souls, every soul we consumed was inturn taken by nodens, allowing them to grow in power and infliuance as every victium was turned into another soulstarved demon.
Once again I was prisoner, but this time instead of a cell holding me, it was my own body as it acted out on the all consuming need to consume souls, it wasn't the most...plesant time in my past, going around from system to system consuming as many souls as I could get my hands on, eventually this got the attention of the divines who tore open portals all over the empire that poured fourth celestial beings with the mission of stopping the corrupted and infected, my older brother Kinlmh and I were on the edge of what was left of the empire with a couple of million infected ripping them apart for their souls when the celestials arrivied.
They attacked in their tens of thousands, tearing the infected apart before finding and attacking my brother and I, we managed to fight them back, I managed to kill and consume more than a few of the celestial souls, which eventually managed to stifle my hunger for souls, breaking nodens control over me... he didn't take it to well, he pushed my brother to kill me and we ended up fighting for about 3 days, eventually I killed him by ripping out his core with the help of a thermic lance.
Holding my brothers core in my hand the celestials and infected still out for my head I ran, ended up finding a docked long range cargo ship, half converted into carry surrivors, the other half was still loaded up with cargo, managed to get into the ship and after a breif search of ship, turning up little more than some skeletal remains of the former passangers I fired up the reactor, charged the engines, undocked and set a course for, and I quote "away from here" and with a blink I was flying across space at 1.3 times the speed of light.
During the flight I managed to figre out how to configure the autopilot to avoid colliding with anything, leaving me free to explore the ship, dug into the unconvered, still full cargo hold, turns out it was mostly packed with indestrual supplies and tools, one of them was a forge which I unpacked and put together to use for generial tinkering and expermenting during the trip, also found the living quaters of the passanger hold had more than a few supplies for magic users, while I was never any good with the whole magic thing myself, I still read up on what I could, ended up learing how to forge runes into things, granting them power, using this knowldage I set about making a gaulent armed with control runes and powered by my brothers core.
A couple of years after making the king's forge gaulent I had managed to create what I assumed at the time was a incredibaly heavy, useless alloy called dekonittie, which I was in the process of testing when the power went out, upon invesgiating turns out that the reactor had run out of fuel, after thinking for a moment I ran to the cockpit, only to find, that of course the controls were dead... and then I crashed into the earth, the massive deceleration from hitting the atsmosphere destroyed most of the ship, the only things to surrive intact was the gaulent, the dekonittie bar and a couple of gravity generational units, I didn't get though unscathed, had to spend a good couple of days repairing my body, and that is when I found out that I was incapable of staying dead.
The earth when I crashed onto it was a cold inhosptible place, so I was forced to stick around the wreckage to avoid freezing to death, during which time I managed to salvage a box a full of holocubes, mostly containing partly corrupted blueprints, the grvity drives and the dekonittie bar, as I relised that it, like tha gaulent didn't have as much of a scratch on it, while the gaulet was understandable due to having my brothers core in it, but the dekonittie bar, I ended up figuring out that the alloy was unbreakable, which was a plesant surprize.
A couple of days later some early humans arrivied at the crash site to invesgiate it, I managed to stay out of sight observing them to the point where I was able to make a somewhat basic, but passable human form for myself and I managed to sucesuffly intergrate into their little tribe, helping out here and there, mostly with the hunting and gathering, improving my form as I went, although I was a lot shorter back then so I blended in quite a bit better.
From that point onwards I just went about here and there with life, settling in where I could for a few years here and there before moving on to the next place once the locals got suspicious of my apperance not aging a day, combined with the fact that I was slowly but steadly growing bigger from collective energy-mass building up in my body, heck in the year..umm...1207 I think, I was in china employed as a master swordsmith, made a fair bit of money, which I was able get my hands on some silver, which I used to reforge the gaulent to fit my larger human hands, with the five fingers, instead of the three back home.
Spain, July 14th, 1874, was the point where I had amassed so much energymass that I couldn't maintain a human-like size, so I ended up becomming nine and a half foot tall, needless to say that didn't go down to well with the locals intinally, but after a short while they accepted me, guess the smithing skill was worth more to them than the fear of a giant blue haired person.
When Dr.Destroyer managed to assult most of the world, leveling much of detroit, I unfortunally was unable to take part in the whole defending the wolrd thing due to being at the bottom of the red sea at the time, mining materials for work, by the time I got back onto dry land, it was over and all that I could do was lend assasstiance with the clean-up efforts, and when mellenium city was under construction, I used most of the money I had saved up over the years to buy a plot of land and build the elcptial apartment building, choosing to take the penthouse for myself, fitting it to be part workspace, part living quaters.
Middle of october, the yearly bloodmoon is high in the sky and zombies are running rampant, Working with the heros I was doing my best to get to one of the crypts to staunch the flow for a couple of hours, but there are too many and I can't get though them all, and then none other than Quipets, my younger brother shows up outta nowhere and helps me cut though the hoard and seal the crypt, at which point we sat down talking for a while, turns out that he manged to avoid the conflict back home due to being banished to the null (basically dimesion of un-exsistance) for trying to a "edomic king" whatever that is, but he got out by breaking part of his core to open a portal to the location of his kin, being the last one left it dumped him on earth.
That's more or less the history of my rather dull exsistance.
Biology
Becasue we all know you want to know how I tick.
Surprizingly enough the internal workings of the Chim species is extremely simple, totaling out at a total of three parts, the shell, the mass and lastly, the core.
The Shell The outer most layer of the body, created from altered mass, typically between 0.2 and 5 inches thick depending on the exsact material of the given parts, it mostly consists of the visiable parts of the Chim, such as the skin, hair, eyes and clothes, holds the core and mass, is capable of being altered at will, and with sufficent pratice can allow the chim to take on nearly any form they desire.
The Mass Directly under the shell, making up the bulk of the Chims body it is a smooth goo with the consistancy of thin wet clay and an adverage tempture of 44C, the exsact colour, smell and taste varies from chim to chim, with mine being black, smelling like rasberries and tasting the same (don't ask me why, these PRIMUS guys wanted me to note it down)
The Core Sitting roughly where the human heart is, except more to the center is a pear sized, ovaloid gem, referd to as the core, the core is what passivly absorbs energy from the enviroment and converts it into more mass for said chim to use, it also contains the collective memories and experance of current chim and all the chim before them, and while only the chim that own said core can break it, it is still extremely scentitve to the point where a direct impact from a bullet would cause debiliating pain to the chim.
Death When a Chim dies their body slwoly dissaptes over the course of a couple of hours, after which point the core sets about creating a new chim, which will have access to all of the memories of every pervious chim of that core, despite having a completely diffrent personaility and self idenity (for instance, the last "me" was a guy who was more or less a huge bleedin idiot)
Phsyicallity The exsact pshyical preformance capabiltites of a Chim are effectivally "set in stone" upon the moment they are created, but they are also greatly varied between each one, as well as each itteration (as I mentioned earlier the pervious "me" was stupid, but he was stronger and faster than the current me)
Powers
While these are going to be listed as powers, most of them are closer to natrual abilities than anything else
- Super Strength: While my ability to lift upto a maxium of 4.2 tons is impressive when compared to a human, when compared to meta-humans it is somewhat below adverage.
- Energy to Matter conversion: A process done by my core which takes in energy from the surrounding envrioment and converts it into mass for my body, not even I know how it really works.
- Self Mass state alteration: Allows me to alter my shell into any material or materials that I know the atomic structure of, I use it to create natrual carbon steel armour.
- Energy Manipulation: I can control, alter and absorb any energy that I come into pshyical contact with, provided it is not magical in nature or has a higher EM frequiency than x-rays.
- Immortaillity: While I do techinally age due to energy disapation over time, my core draws in enough energy to keep me exsisting indefintly, effectivally rendering me immortal.
- Resurrection: A side-effect of consuming all those celestial souls way back is that I can become a celestial, and in said form I am capable of resurrecting the resiently deceased at the expence of a buttload of energy, can only use 2 times a day before self harm incurs from expendture.
- Self Resurrection: While the control of Nodens on me is broken, I am still connected to them, and when I die instead of letting my body dissapate and a new chim being made it is instead repaired over the course of 3 minuets to 20 hours and then my essance is forcebly stuffed back into it, rendering me both alive and in crippling pain.
Resistances
Below I've listed the things that I am for one reason or another resistant to taking damage from, meaning that while they can still take me down, it's going to take a lot more than normal.
- Fire:A side effect of turning my shell into high-carbon steel is that its tempture increases massivly due to a combonation of rapid compression and constant alteration of the material, granting me resistance to heat.
- Energy Weapons:Energy weapons are more or less constrated heat, and as mentioned above I have a rather high resistance to heat, rending most energy weapons less than effective agsaint me.
- Blut Force Truma:My self created armour combined with kenetic energy being rather easy to absorb results in blut impact not have much in the way of an effect agsiant me.
- Biological Agents:This one is more common sence than anything else, due to lacking in nessery biological componets and functions I am more or less immune to bio-chemical weapons or poisons.
- Devine Magic:Other than the whole "rasing the dead" thing, another side-effect of the consuming celestial souls is that I've gain a resistance to devine magics.
Weaknesses
While it is not nessery to use/explot any of these to actually kill me, doing so will signafintly increase the chances of victory for you.
- Dark Magic:The flipside of my Devine magic resistance is a great big crippling weakness to magic of the dark/demonic/ebon/ vareity, often manaing to cripple my defensive capabltites.
- Boron:A soft semi-rare element often used in nuclear control rods, it causes me to lose control over the area of my body that is struck by it, basically making it melt and forcing me to remove the affeced mass before I can start healing said wound.
- The Cold:Causes a combonation of movement slowing and defensive reduction, resulting in me taking more damage if we are fighting somewhere cold, also slows my healing, by like...a lot.
- The Core:If you hit the core with a decient impact I'll be debilitated by the pain to the point that I can't hold a form, rip my core out and...i'll drop dead, just like that.
- Lack of Training:While I have plent of combat experance, I outrightly lack any melee combat training, often relying on my brute strength and durability to out-do opponets in melee, match them however and I won't be that hard to beat.
- Lazy:I am lazy to the point where it can (and has) gotten me killed in battle, due to more often than not, taking the most direct approach in battle to defeat my opponets.
- Speed:Sure I can run at about 45MPH, but my reaction speed is a little on the slow side to the point where I struggle to dodge even the simplest attack.
Gear
For the most part I don't carry any equipment, instead my clothes and the like are created by me, using my shape-shifting capabilities, but listed below I am going to list the few piece of Equipment that I have on me at...nearly all times.
The King's Forge Gauntlet
Hand forged no less than five separate times, by yours truly, it is made from pure silver engraved with Arkainum runes and infused with my older brother's core, granting it power and allowing it to control any molten material on the atomic level. I mainly utilize this item when it comes to creating anything at the forge...it is also the only tool capable of successfully creating the alloy known as dekonitie.
Pulsma Repeater Rifle
Little more than a Mass Produced P.R.R. it's the same old rifle that I was given way back when i fist joined the fight against the infected, making it slightly older than I am, which is the main reason i's rusted, racked and generally nowhere near as powerful as it once was, but it's still accurate...and unlike it's Plasma counterparts, don't explode when they get slightly damaged.
Twin Dekonittie Hammers
These twin hammers are my weapon of choice for when it comes to stabbing, crushing and other bodily damage. Coming in at six feet in length and two tons each, these twin monster weapons are, surprisingly completely hollow with a majority of their weight from the fact that they are made from dekonitie.
Skills
The skills that I have, listed in no pictular order, outside of what is put on this list I've got vurtally no skills.
Bionics Desgining:Desgining bionics, or cybernetics if you will was my job for like 50 years, hence why I'm rather good at desgining them, raning from simple finger replacements all the way upto a full weaponisied body replacement.
Bionics Installation:The other part of my job was installing the bionics that I had desgined, resulting in highly speclised training which I have adapted for use on humans, in other words if you have the coin and need a new arm, eye or even body come hit me up, I'll hook you up with the best, most advanced bionics on the plannet.
Robotics:Effectivally like bionics, but instead of installing the resulting creations into a living being, I can instead attach them to a machine, otherwise known as robotics, and yes this extends to repairing and even replacing damaged parts or just desgining a robot...just don't come to me with a software issue, I can't program at all.
Smithing:A self taught skill that I have praticed over the years, mainly used for the creation of componets for my use in items of my desgin, however I am more than capable of creating a mean sword if asked to, I'm also the only one capable of forging dekonittie without blowing up the surrounding 50 miles.
Power Armour:Again, stemming from my bionics training, with a little alteration I can create a type of cybernetics that you wear over your body...otherwise known as powerarmour, just about everything from desgining to creating and evne upgrading exsisting suits is under this skill, and while the end results are advanced and functional, they are not as perfect as what you would get from a speclisied powerarmour engineer.
Weapon Desgining:Pratice and study of the recovered blueprints from the crash has allowed me to glean enough insight into the desgin process of weaponsystem to be able to make my own desgins and even manifacture them, surprizingly this the most used skill I have due to getting a lot of contract work to desgin new "toys" for the goverment or a PMC, while the end results are not that elegant they are effective and due to being based off the tech back home, tend to be rather advanced.
Weapon Manifacture:I'm capable of creating nearly any weapon of mine or somebody elses desgin, provided I have access to the well...desgin, onyl issue is, the process is somewhat slow on larger items due to having limited space to work with and being a one person team.
