Journey of a Drow

Seline

Race: Ariformid.
Gender: Female
Age: 578
Hairstyle: She Wears hair long in the back, tied in a low ponytail reaching all the way down to the beginning of her ant part, and the rest about an inch in length.
Hair color: Hazel
Eye color: slightly dark kind of purple
Lower body color: dark purple. Looks almost black normally, but can be seen as purple with the right lighting.
Height: 6 feet and 7 inches (Read her backstory, to understand why a tiny is this big.)
Element: ice.
Clothing: A single pair of protective bracers on her forearms.

Characteristics:
Seline is basically what you would call a “Battle Mage” she uses her skills at fighting. When a fight starts, she uses her innate ice ability to make all kinds of different weapons, like spears, swords, axes, daggers etc. Being a princess of the most successful hive in the area, she has been trained in using just about anything she can get her hands on as a weapon, if her ability fails her at some point.

Fighting style:
A kind of boxing, using the Ariformid races many legs to create perfect balance, and with the enhanced strength of the ant, deliver incredibly fast and devastating blows

Innate ability:
Seline can create, manipulate and evaporate ice. She can however not, like an actual mage, shoot ice or manipulate it over distances. Ice she has created will, no matter the temperature, instantly evaporate on her will or after a certain distance between Seline and the object is reached.
Usually Seline only uses her ability to make the weapons she fights with, but she can, like seen in her past, make other and larger objects. Making and sustaining something bigger than her usual weapons, takes more of the energy she uses for the ability and can quickly drain her of it.

Personality:
Seline is very hard to figure out if you’ve just met her. Due to her pride as a princess she doesn’t like seeing people getting hurt, but as a warrior she has no problem seeing people fighting, as long as it’s a fair one on one fight she actually enjoys seeing it and has no trouble challenging the victor, to see who the better fighter is. This difference in opinion on the same subject really confuses people at first, but as they spend time with her, they will start to realize the reason. To new people she seems kind of Spartan in the way she talk and behaves, so some people don’t even give themselves 5 minutes to get to know her.

Backstory:
Seline comes from an Ariformid hive, which dominated the other hives in an area with their superior strength and magic. The Ariformids of the particular hive, which Seline originates from, are capable of lifting 4-5 times their own body weight, where most Ariformids only lifts 2-3 times their own weight.

One night while Seline was on guard duty with her little sister, a random animal had brushed of the hive. Seline had been caught up in the animal’s fur while protecting her little sister. While being tangled in the animal’s fur, a giant sized fairy had swooped down and grabbed it, swallowing it and Seline whole. Most likely due to the late time, the fairy had decided to just make her meal a bit bigger, instead of catching some more. Trying to enlarge everything in her stomach as much as she could, the fairy’s magic had a decreased effect on Seline, as she is half insect, and only increased her to the height she has now. Having been enlarged this much, Seline was now able to break free of the animal’s fur and create a sphere of ice around herself to protect her from digestion.

The following morning was not too pleasant for Seline. Her icy protection was almost gone, she was exhausted from holding it all night and she was only halfway out. She made a quick decision, took a deep breath and broke through the sphere, rushing for the exit.

Likes:
Fighting, training and eating… just about anything (she’s an ant^^).

Dislikes:
Boredom, long talks, cowards and hunger.

ame: Kallan Félicité Douce (nickname Kall or Kally)

Species: Human

Age: 21 before entering Felarya

Height: 5'10"

Hair: short to the neckline, maroon red usually wearing a headband or goggles.

Eye color: golden hazle or what u would consider amber.

Skin color: pale white, light of freckles

Affiliation: former Aken United Socialist systems Republic head chief of experimental arms and tactics .Now freelancer, ranged weapons and equipment dealer.

Kallan is a tall, battle-scarred, pretty strong and referred to by many as an attractive young woman. When she was accidentally warped to Felarya in a freak experiment, she knew she was in a huge pickle from the start unless she found a friendly person (or predator) with a nice hospitality. Secondly, she didn't know that everything will try to EAT YOU, not to try and blow you up to smithereens as she was commonly adjusted to. Kallan herself is not your average gear head gun star lover; she loves to show people her new toys, even if it means a small explosion in the face and getting embarrassed. She's usually optimistic, friendly, open-minded and very proactive towards anybody (really anybody including your aunt or mother-in-law) attitude wise, but can get really shy and embarrassingly aggressive when meeting a cute guys. Often resulting in her running back in her shop and hide behind a wall all blushy and trying to ask Savage to go and help the customers and get allot of personal info on them. She tends to go over the top and get really confident when trying on new things to do so even if it means, even as far as purposely getting caught and almost eaten by a predator to see how her A.M.P.S (Amplified Mobile Power suits) would perform when the Martyrdom feature is activated and the suits try to go BONAZI on the predators face to self destruct and Hopefully save Kallan. For warning, she can be really bitchy when you touch (or steal) her possession without asking, relating to her favorite quote: "every master should love their creations, But when u touch my creations when your....oh I don't know curious; PREPARE TO FEEL MY LOVE!!!" . Kallan is usually willing to help anybody, even predators bigger than her just to be friends with them, often helping them hunt, telling her personal stories from her world, and letting them try out new gear she makes to see how much it can help just to be nice


She didn't like it but she knew she would have to use her own personal made power survival suit. Which she likes to address to as Savage. She just got the achy feeling that it still has a mind of its own and didn't think it was ready for whatever this strange world had in stored. The suit itself was made to Kallan’s own specifications of fighting and exploring. It has Savage herself (the fairy that took over the original AI) a genetic mold so that it would fit to her as a second skin, neural heads up display that would pop that adds a few enhancements such as night, thermal, infrared vision that she can choose to change on the go; and the final defensive enhancements such as to bend light to turn invisible, a phased shield barrier than can block most projectiles for a limited time, and a supernatural liquid when injected raises her adrenalin way up while keeping the heart at a steady rate so she doesn't kill herself. The suit also has a small navigation system that reads about 3 miles in any direction all around her. The suit comes with a virtual limited Hard drive that can pack material objects into it and summon them back out whenever she really wants to (which is really effective when trying to get away from predators or fight people. this makes it so Kallan will be willing to go outside of Negav and explore felarya for week or even months when alone. She really doesn't like to hunt down things around Felarya, Thinking it as barbaric and primal. Unless Its all for the human factor of survival.

Name: Geeran Holden
Nickname: The Steel Assasin
Race: Human
Age: 19
Height: 6 ft 2 inches
Weight: about 192 pounds

Apperance: Geeran is a slightly tall and slim to medium built young man with medium length black hair thats spiked up and back in a few places. Wears his pilot sout almost all the time, which is black exept for the sleeeves which are red and lined purple. Helmet matches this color scheme.

Personality: Normally, Geeran is a good, kind natured person towards people he sees as innocent. Well mannered and honest, can be hot tempered sometimes, especially when he is interrupted from working on his machines, but otherwise a good kid.

This changes when he gets into his suit to hunt... Towards Felaryan predators, Geeran is utterly cold, ruthes and violent... This anger is a tempered spear that he uses too destroy what he considers to be the enemy... Those that would do harm to the innocent for selfish and utterly unfeeling reasons. It is very hard to stop him from dispensing what he considers justice, which is why most people steer clear of him when he is preparing for a mission, and definintely don't try to persuade him from stopping his mission... This normally gets a very chilling stare from him that freezes most people in their tracks.

Skills, Strengths and Abilities: He is an ordinary human in just about every way outside of his Machines. He is an exellent engineer and mechanic, capable of everything from field patch and weld jobs for most machines, to extensive construction and upgrading for his machines. Also displays seemingly supernatural skills in piloting his unit. Also gifted with an incredible strength of will and sense of right and wrong. He is an expert survivalist, fighter, and combat strategist. His uncanny fighting capabilities have saved his live more tan once, but because they are untrained, and for the most part still untested, his actual combat skill is the source of much speculation among the various other mercenaries and bounty hunters. Geeran is also a gifted singer, but this skill is never employed, he uses it only to remember the people of his village, singing soft melancholy songs.

Background story: Geeran was once just a small boy living in one of the numerous, but separated villages of Humans that seem to rise and fall all over Felarya. He lived near the Dridder Forest at the foot of the Ascarlin Mountains. His village, known as Kayton, prospered for some time since the fall of Ur-Sagol due to the intelligent use of high technology, various magics, and good politics, striking a considerably advantageous deal with the local predators, especially the Dridder clans for resources in exchange for protection. However, on one particularly calm night, a sudden explosion crippled Kayton's defences, and almost immediately the village was assaulted by every nearby predator in the area, including many of the formerly friendly ones. having witnessed the death of his family and friends at the hands of former friends of his village, Geeran fled.

Geeran had managed to escape this nightmare scenario with only a handfull of villagers and soldiers, trekking their way to Negav in a damaged armoured vehicle, and losing another 3 people to the forest perils.

The horror Geeran had experienced during these days shaped who he is now irrevocably... He began a crusade that would never end, and using his knowlege of technology and his tempered hatred to practice and build mecha suits that could be used to claim his vengence. However, Geeran had also come under the wing of a particularly ancient and powerful sorcerer known as Malacai III, a wise old wizard who understood the natural balance of Felarya, and it's inhabitants. This wizard had forged several friendly relations with many of the sentient beings far and wide, including predators. His widom is as valued as that of Vivian's. Malacai had retired partially to Neegav for obscure reasons, but remains partly active for the natives as a guide.

Malacai had taken particular pity on Geeran, as the youngest survivor, he was alone. The others being adults did not wish to leave Geeran alone in the city, but had problems themselves, and where forced to abandon him to the homeless streets alone. Malacai took him in, and tutored him as best he could. The old wizard had refrained from teaching the boy any magics though, as Geeran displayed a burning hatred for the predators he deemed guilty of murder, and the wizard feared Geeran would use the knowlege of magic he would aquire for evil purposes.

Many years passed, and Geeran had learned much, but his old hatreds burned ever hotter the more horror stories he heard from the various travellers that come to Neegav from all over Felarya.

Eventually, he had completed construction of several dangerously powerful machines, his weapons of vengence and justice. Malacai could do nothing to disuade Geeran from this path, and the boy launched a terribe series of assaults against the natives. Throughout the years, the wizard had sought to instil in Geeran the knowlege of the balance, and the flow of nature in Felarya, but the memories of that night burned into Geeran's heart so brightly, they could not penetrate.

Ever since then, he has been using these Robotic menaces to hunt down and destroy as many predators as he could find, and his first victims, where the ones surrounding the ruins of Kayton. In a single night, he layed waste to almost all of the countryside, especially those who tried to fight him. It was a severe bloody battle, and by it's conclusion, Geeran had claimed victory, but at a severe toll... his machine was badly damaged, it's head and weapon arm severed, and several systems where forcibly shut down, or operating at minimal performance... he had to retreat before he was overwhelmed.

His navicomputer was non functional, life support was damaged, and ammunition was short... Geeran was lost, and it took days to find his way back, several scrapes with life and death per day had drained him, but his incredible willpower and survival instincts carried him and his broken machine home... finally.

Since this time, Geeran has been developing more and more machines, testing them, and using them in his missions. He had learned much from his initial conflict with the Dridders, and other predators ever since, developing evermore complex and powerful machines. This caused a bout of dispair in Malacai, watching Geeran degenerate into a hatemonger and war hawk... secretely he bagan plotting ways to force Geeran to stop, but eventually this changed into a scheme to forcibly instil in Geeran the understanding he needs, and for that to happen, there was only one way...

There has been several occasions when he has spared a predators, this instance occured when the child of his target attempted to stop him from attacking her mother. The tiny naga had wrapped herself around the foot of his machine, pounding on it with her fists, crying and begging for him to stop hurting her mother.

Because the girl had never harmed a human in her life, Geeran treated her as an innocent... For that reason alone, he knew she would not survive on her own, and halted his attack.

"Thank your child for your survival..." he had coldly said to the adult, and leaving them both behind without another word.

Geeran's developed a sense of honour in this way, he will not attack those who have not committed the crime of killing, and so only those predators who have partaken in the consumption of sentient innocent life would ever face his wrath, likewise, if an innocent is on the field of battle, and depended on a guilty one, his honour would leave him to value the lives of the innocent more than the death of the enemy. In his heart, those who are not guilty should not suffer the punishments intended for the guilty, and likewise, even the guilty deserve a second chance to change, but only if there is a cause for such a change, like the protection of the innocent.

This display of honour for the innocent had convinced Malacai that Geeran was not entirely lost, and has since then refined his plan for Geeran, now the wizard was waiting for the right time to bring it to fruition. Only when Geeran has finally understood what it means to be a Felaryan, will the wizard impart upon the boy his entire vast knowlege and power... a power that is only to be used for the greater good...

Weaknesses: Easily bated, Aggressiveness, Incompassionate towards others during combat, Is very succeptible to magic that is NOT direct energy attacks, Psychic power, is hamstrung by his idea of justice and honour.

Posessions: Besides the vast multitude of war machines he has built, Geeran posesses very few things. He always wears a small locket with a picture of his family inside. other than this one item, he has a Diary and a photo album that he rescued from the remains of his village when he escaped the predators that assulted his village. He usually wears a protected flight suit along with his own customised survival armour. it carries everything he needs, from food supplies and equipment, to advanced weapons and repair kits for whatever machine he is currently piloting. He usually carries a small plasma pistol and about 4 plasma grenades for personal protection when working outside of his machines. each machine also carries enough food supplies and camping equipment to last Geeran up to a month in complete isolation in the Felaryan wilderness, Or a week if rationed amongst 3 or 4 other people.

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Model number: GHG-00W0
Code name: Grevious Angel
Unit type: multiform assault unit (Humanoid biped with angelic wings)
Manufacturer: Geeran Holden
Operator: Geeran Holden
Accommodation: pilot only, in standard cockpit in torso
Dimensions: head height 122 feet
Weight: empty 180 metric tons; max gross weight unknown
Armor materials: Felaryan Alloys
Powerplant: ultracompact fusion reactor, output unknown
Propulsion: Feet. Primary back mounted rocket thrusters. Underfoot mounted directional verniers. Wing mounted multidirectional thrusters.

Equipment and design features: sensors, range 8 miles; Biosensor , range 4 miles; self-destruct system; Lightwave Barriers, located in Wings and Strike shield.

Fixed armaments: 2 x MMI-GAU27D 31mm CIWS, fire-linked, mounted in head; MGX-2235 "Callidus" multi-phase beam cannon, mounted in torso; Beam Sword, directly powered by generator via cable, stored in rack on right hip armor, hand-carried in use; 2 x M100 "Balaena" plasma beam cannon, stored in wings, mounted over shoulders in use; 2 x MX2200 beam shield generator, mounted on forearms; Strike shield, handheld in use, mounted over back when not in use.

Optional hand armaments: Twin Buster Rifle, can be separated into two separate single-barrel buster rifles; Strike Shield, mounted on right arm.

Character: Delve
Species: Human/bio-mechanical construct.
Gender: Female
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 144lbs (apparent) 195lbs (actual)
Age: 29
Affiliation: Maxi Refugee/Axis sleeper unit.

Appearance: Delve is a tall slim woman with long blonde hair with a soft pale complexion, her eye colour is a very dark brown. Both her knees and elbows have a large very faint scar running along the inside of the joint. She has another scar on the back of her neck, but this is usually covered by her hair. Delve, as a farm worker usually wears blue short sleeved overalls over a black tee shirt and shorts.

History: Delve was born into a cartograther cast family on the planet Mara; an agricultural world governed by the star mapping race known as the Maxi. Growing up Delve failed to achieve the qualifications needed to remain in the cartograther cast, gaining only an equivalent of a high school education. While is shamed her family, it didn't bother Delve who elected to join the labour cast as an agro engineer. Delve settled into the farming community quite well, though many saw her as being stuck up due to her past. Soon after turning twenty eight Delve vanished after visiting the home worlds, only to reappear back in her community eight months later suffering from amnesia.

In truth Delve had been abducted by Axis in preparation for their assault on the Maxi. While been held prisoner; Axis converted Delve into a sleeper agent using cybernetic and artificial implants. While recovering Delve noticed unusual things about herself; she had seemingly put on over fifty pounds when she weighed herself yet looked the same as when she last remembered. Delve also noticed the faint scars on her elbows and knees. Several weeks after Delve's reappearance Axis warships appeared above Mara; subjecting it to orbital bombardment.

Personality: Delve is an intelligent laid back person, usually finding a silver lining in every cloud. The relaxed atmosphere on Mara suited her; she sometimes jokes that see failed her entry exams for the merchant cast to avoid a life off Mara. This makes Delve very approachable however at times she can be too trusting. Recent events however have had a drastic effect on her personality, not only due to the shock but also because of an emotional inhibitor. When fully activated the inhibitor will strip Delve of her humanity; turning her into an intelligent ruthless killing machine.

Abilities: Delve has no outstanding abilities or skills beyond a practical mind with a encyclopaedic knowledge on agriculture and a good sense of humour. As an Axis sleeper agent Delve was given several biomechanical implants in her arms, legs and back, these along with a several neural implants, including an emotional inhibitor. These would become fully active after a set period of time from the onset of an Axis invasion. When activated, the implants greatly augmented her physical strength speed and stamina. Delve, like other Axis sleeper agents, was designed to be able to break a man’s neck with almost no effort. Delve was also imbedded with a vast knowledge of weapons and tactics. Despite her augmentation Delve is relatively frail, only her limbs are protected in some way and even they are not invulnerable. The biggest danger posed by Delve is that she is completely ignorant to what she is, as would be any one who met her. The Axis activation protocols are also only vaguely understood, it is possible that extreme sensations could trigger the Axis programming before the designated activation. Delve is a walking time bomb.

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