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Xirexian Hive-Mind
Name: Xirexian Hive-Mind
Nickname: Xirexi
Height: 7'2''
Age: Before infusion, 34
Looks: Tall with four arms and a long tail with a bladed end. An elongated head which has room for the capacity of a hive-mind. Her metal body-armour was infused with her DNA during the 'Moment', leaving her skin impenetrable and pale, yet energy weapons and the like still work. Her hair was turned purple and grows much quicker as it possesses obsolete DNA for the evolution of the Hive.
History: After the divine touch of an Old One's machine, Zahra's DNA was infused with that of the residue of Tyranid flesh on her bodysuit. Leaving her with an immense intellect and wresting control of the local Tyranid brood on the planet Xirexi, wiping out most of the brood besides the most vital breeders and gene-spinners. Together with a single Hierophant for land-based transport.
Nickname: Xirexi
Height: 7'2''
Age: Before infusion, 34
Looks: Tall with four arms and a long tail with a bladed end. An elongated head which has room for the capacity of a hive-mind. Her metal body-armour was infused with her DNA during the 'Moment', leaving her skin impenetrable and pale, yet energy weapons and the like still work. Her hair was turned purple and grows much quicker as it possesses obsolete DNA for the evolution of the Hive.
History: After the divine touch of an Old One's machine, Zahra's DNA was infused with that of the residue of Tyranid flesh on her bodysuit. Leaving her with an immense intellect and wresting control of the local Tyranid brood on the planet Xirexi, wiping out most of the brood besides the most vital breeders and gene-spinners. Together with a single Hierophant for land-based transport.
Sihro Frestil
Name: Oracle of Partx
Mortal Name: Sihro Frestil
Race: Immortal Keeper
Height: 6'2, but hovers a foot off the ground
Age: When imbued with the Crisilium of Partx, 34, after 7th re-awakening, 1856
Bio: After a life with the Temple devoted to the God of Necromancy and Corruption, Partx, Sihro was sacrificed to the artifact the temple protected. The Crisilium of Partx, a long, dull green cloak with golden embroidery and a light-weight shirt of armour made of an unknown metal.
When Sihro was sedated and placed into the armour, the priests expected the armour to consume him, but instead the cloak wrapped around his entire body, and lifted him up to hover above the table, his eyes suddenly open and red, his skin pale. Five metal horns grew out of his neck, up the back of his head and up.
"I have been assigned as Keeper of this temple...Execute the High-Priest, I shall take his place." He spoke and floated down, expecting his orders to be obeyed, as he went to retrieve a hidden artifact, the Book of Nod, a book devoted to the practices of Necromancy.
After his return of a four year journey, he found the temple ruined, its old inhabitants dead, and only the innermost sanctum intact underground, where the skull of the old High-Priest was staked. "Hmph...Time to rest..." Were his last words before he inhabited the skull, waiting for the next intruders as he studied the book and added more to its pages that ever before.
Mortal Name: Sihro Frestil
Race: Immortal Keeper
Height: 6'2, but hovers a foot off the ground
Age: When imbued with the Crisilium of Partx, 34, after 7th re-awakening, 1856
Bio: After a life with the Temple devoted to the God of Necromancy and Corruption, Partx, Sihro was sacrificed to the artifact the temple protected. The Crisilium of Partx, a long, dull green cloak with golden embroidery and a light-weight shirt of armour made of an unknown metal.
When Sihro was sedated and placed into the armour, the priests expected the armour to consume him, but instead the cloak wrapped around his entire body, and lifted him up to hover above the table, his eyes suddenly open and red, his skin pale. Five metal horns grew out of his neck, up the back of his head and up.
"I have been assigned as Keeper of this temple...Execute the High-Priest, I shall take his place." He spoke and floated down, expecting his orders to be obeyed, as he went to retrieve a hidden artifact, the Book of Nod, a book devoted to the practices of Necromancy.
After his return of a four year journey, he found the temple ruined, its old inhabitants dead, and only the innermost sanctum intact underground, where the skull of the old High-Priest was staked. "Hmph...Time to rest..." Were his last words before he inhabited the skull, waiting for the next intruders as he studied the book and added more to its pages that ever before.
Sadia Ashin
Name: Sadia Ashin
Race: Augmented Human
Height: 5'7''
Age: 28
Accomplishments: PhD Human Physiology and Molecular Biology, Doctorate Bio-Engineering, Lead of the successful H.A.P. (Human Augmentation Program).
Looks: Silver hair, multiple ports for connecting with their laboratory in their right temple, where a plate has been attached for ease. There are two ports in their neck. One connected to their brain stem, the other connected directly to their spinal chord, which allows them to 'walk around' in the simulations the computer is processing. There is also a receiver for a data-card to extend their memory.
Furthermore, they have two piercings, one in their nose, the other in their lower lip. And their eyes are a 'cybernetic' green.
History: After years of university, Sadia managed to get funding for experiments regarding the paper they wrote about using excessive amounts of technology to improve a humans capabilities to understand and comprehend even more complex mathematics. With the help of their own body, a highly skilled surgeon, and a quantum engineer, they have been altered and enhanced in a way in which they can directly connect to the computer system in their personal laboratory.
After they sold the improved blueprints of their own augmentation to multiple engineers to improve upon and make commercially available, many more people have been augmented, and limbs have been able to be replaced by full cybernetic cores, with direct connection to the brain.
In their own laboratory, they use their computer to understand every way DNA could be altered, improved upon, and solve many genetic diseases. Also they enjoy to see what other improvements they can make to their own body.
Race: Augmented Human
Height: 5'7''
Age: 28
Accomplishments: PhD Human Physiology and Molecular Biology, Doctorate Bio-Engineering, Lead of the successful H.A.P. (Human Augmentation Program).
Looks: Silver hair, multiple ports for connecting with their laboratory in their right temple, where a plate has been attached for ease. There are two ports in their neck. One connected to their brain stem, the other connected directly to their spinal chord, which allows them to 'walk around' in the simulations the computer is processing. There is also a receiver for a data-card to extend their memory.
Furthermore, they have two piercings, one in their nose, the other in their lower lip. And their eyes are a 'cybernetic' green.
History: After years of university, Sadia managed to get funding for experiments regarding the paper they wrote about using excessive amounts of technology to improve a humans capabilities to understand and comprehend even more complex mathematics. With the help of their own body, a highly skilled surgeon, and a quantum engineer, they have been altered and enhanced in a way in which they can directly connect to the computer system in their personal laboratory.
After they sold the improved blueprints of their own augmentation to multiple engineers to improve upon and make commercially available, many more people have been augmented, and limbs have been able to be replaced by full cybernetic cores, with direct connection to the brain.
In their own laboratory, they use their computer to understand every way DNA could be altered, improved upon, and solve many genetic diseases. Also they enjoy to see what other improvements they can make to their own body.
Myev, Wanderer Queen
Name: Myev, Exile of Clan Orsath
Nicknames: The Wanderer Queen, Wandering Queen, Frozen Fire
Race: Human
Height: 6'2
Age: 23
Looks: A tall, muscled woman with white hair shaven on one side of the head. Scarred on her face from being bashed unconscious on her helmet before being left behind on the frozen taiga. The scars on her bicep and thigh are battle scars from fighting a mammoth and a large one over her back, ruining the tattoo of a boar's head, from the fight against a band of marauding Orcs, eventually defeating the Orc Clan and being saved by one of the two Clerics in her warband.
Personality: Fierce, ruthless, fair, and merciless.
History: Formerly part of Barbarian Clan Orsath, Myev was exiled for being 'weak', not bring back enough after a hunt (it was a terrible, terrible winter with many of the game dying due to hypothermia), and speaking up against Clan Elders for being exiled, for which she was then knocked unconscious and left behind in the snow.
Unconscious for enough hours to loose the feeling in her hands, they would have frozen off if she was not woken up by a dire wolf she had met during one of her hunts. Eventually they got to a frozen forest and found shelter in a cave, a fire built to keep them warm and safe.
After about a week of wandering and trying to find a trail or trading route with a caravan travelling on it, by pure luck and desperation, Myev and the dire wolf, which she had named Balderick, after the God of Glory she reveres.
After a few weeks of travel through the North with the caravan, there was talk of the Caravan Master, Rathar, not paying any of the guards, including not paying on paying her or giving the promised cut to all the others who joined the caravan for safer travels. Furious about such a rumor, she confronted Rathar, a fight ensued, and eventually she came out with his head, throwing it into the bonfire with the carts surrounding it.
There were gasps, cheers, and a fair distribution of coin. And after some discussion, Myev turned the caravan into her own Warband, the guards experienced fighters, by the names of Zara, Tybras, and Ignin, with Zara being an Elf. Two clerics also joined in, and helped heal Myev's large blade wound along her back she had so ungracefully gained during her fight with Rathar. Natar, a Tiefling revering Nathra, Goddess of Passage, and Yatras, a blacksmith's son who reveres the God of the Forge, Purphoros.
Further, the six of them travel, have others join them for a while and for coin they earn during the looting, pillaging and burning of encampments of Orcs, Goliaths, Barbarians and even Giants, selling off their loot in civilization, but not raiding any villages or cities, as Myev respects the walls and hard working common-folk.
CURRENT WARBAND:
Front Line:
Myev, Human Barbarian, Horseback/Foot with Battleaxe
Zara, Elf Fighter, Horseback with Cudgel
Tybras, Human Fighter, Horseback with Longsword
Ignin, Human Fighter, Horseback with Longbow
Yatras, Human Battle-Cleric of Purphoros, Foot with Mace, Shield, and Healing Spells
Back Line:
Nathra, Tiefling Cleric of Nathra, Foot with Healing Spells and more.
Zatris, Gnome Sorcerer, Foot with Destructive Fire Spells.
Zaza, Half-Elf Bard, Foot with Supportive and...Weird...Spells
Warband: docs.google.com/document/d/16RlhrbSJpJ4hR3WvucKGSSdcDfunYu4SC161-MdCPAs/edit?usp=drivesdk
As a lot of people have asked to be victimized by the warband:
They are not a bunch of peasant killing, marauding barbarians, it is the entire point! And no, they will not invade your character's puny little village to pillage and burn, no matter how badly you would like to play the victim/slave/or otherwise 'submissive' character.
Because if they were actually a bunch of peasant killing, marauding barbarians, which they are not, they would just kill someone who completely submits, as they will most likely be too weak to pull carts, carry equipment, or serve as mince meat in a battle of any size. And slaves are more mouths to feed in the harsh winter, if they dare to survive that long of course.
Nicknames: The Wanderer Queen, Wandering Queen, Frozen Fire
Race: Human
Height: 6'2
Age: 23
Looks: A tall, muscled woman with white hair shaven on one side of the head. Scarred on her face from being bashed unconscious on her helmet before being left behind on the frozen taiga. The scars on her bicep and thigh are battle scars from fighting a mammoth and a large one over her back, ruining the tattoo of a boar's head, from the fight against a band of marauding Orcs, eventually defeating the Orc Clan and being saved by one of the two Clerics in her warband.
Personality: Fierce, ruthless, fair, and merciless.
History: Formerly part of Barbarian Clan Orsath, Myev was exiled for being 'weak', not bring back enough after a hunt (it was a terrible, terrible winter with many of the game dying due to hypothermia), and speaking up against Clan Elders for being exiled, for which she was then knocked unconscious and left behind in the snow.
Unconscious for enough hours to loose the feeling in her hands, they would have frozen off if she was not woken up by a dire wolf she had met during one of her hunts. Eventually they got to a frozen forest and found shelter in a cave, a fire built to keep them warm and safe.
After about a week of wandering and trying to find a trail or trading route with a caravan travelling on it, by pure luck and desperation, Myev and the dire wolf, which she had named Balderick, after the God of Glory she reveres.
After a few weeks of travel through the North with the caravan, there was talk of the Caravan Master, Rathar, not paying any of the guards, including not paying on paying her or giving the promised cut to all the others who joined the caravan for safer travels. Furious about such a rumor, she confronted Rathar, a fight ensued, and eventually she came out with his head, throwing it into the bonfire with the carts surrounding it.
There were gasps, cheers, and a fair distribution of coin. And after some discussion, Myev turned the caravan into her own Warband, the guards experienced fighters, by the names of Zara, Tybras, and Ignin, with Zara being an Elf. Two clerics also joined in, and helped heal Myev's large blade wound along her back she had so ungracefully gained during her fight with Rathar. Natar, a Tiefling revering Nathra, Goddess of Passage, and Yatras, a blacksmith's son who reveres the God of the Forge, Purphoros.
Further, the six of them travel, have others join them for a while and for coin they earn during the looting, pillaging and burning of encampments of Orcs, Goliaths, Barbarians and even Giants, selling off their loot in civilization, but not raiding any villages or cities, as Myev respects the walls and hard working common-folk.
CURRENT WARBAND:
Front Line:
Myev, Human Barbarian, Horseback/Foot with Battleaxe
Zara, Elf Fighter, Horseback with Cudgel
Tybras, Human Fighter, Horseback with Longsword
Ignin, Human Fighter, Horseback with Longbow
Yatras, Human Battle-Cleric of Purphoros, Foot with Mace, Shield, and Healing Spells
Back Line:
Nathra, Tiefling Cleric of Nathra, Foot with Healing Spells and more.
Zatris, Gnome Sorcerer, Foot with Destructive Fire Spells.
Zaza, Half-Elf Bard, Foot with Supportive and...Weird...Spells
Warband: docs.google.com/document/d/16RlhrbSJpJ4hR3WvucKGSSdcDfunYu4SC161-MdCPAs/edit?usp=drivesdk
As a lot of people have asked to be victimized by the warband:
They are not a bunch of peasant killing, marauding barbarians, it is the entire point! And no, they will not invade your character's puny little village to pillage and burn, no matter how badly you would like to play the victim/slave/or otherwise 'submissive' character.
Because if they were actually a bunch of peasant killing, marauding barbarians, which they are not, they would just kill someone who completely submits, as they will most likely be too weak to pull carts, carry equipment, or serve as mince meat in a battle of any size. And slaves are more mouths to feed in the harsh winter, if they dare to survive that long of course.