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K so like here's my girl. Check it out and let me know what needs to be fixed. Alright ;D

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[color=gold][i][h2]Baebii[/h2][/i][/color] [color=gold][i](bay-BEH-ee)[/i][/color]
People nickname her: [color=gold][b]Baby[/b][/color] and she is used to it.

[b][u]Age[/u][/b]: 17 USY – Fully mature and just past midway of lifecycle. [i]Erygo Monis[/i] have a shelf-life of 29 USY

[b][u]Gender[/u][/b]: Female. Yet conditioned to be asexual. She is, however, sterile for she is of the Warrior Caste. 

[u][b]Role[/b][/u]: Communications Officer

[u][b]Alignment[/b][/u]: Law. The [i]Erygo Monis[/i] follow conduct and structure laid out for them. They are bred and born into the great Interconnection Sphere where each individual plays a significant role no matter how low their status and prestige.

[hider=Race - Erygo Monis] – Genetically engineered warrior race. There are several castes and generally follow breeding and society patterns similar to ants. The castes are ranked from lowest to highest as follows: Fodder, Worker, Feeder, Scout, Warrior, Noble, Drones, Queen. Names are actually numbers in the [i]Lualayan[/i] language. [i]~Bae[/i] (bay) is 16, birth number. [i]~Bi[/i] (beh) is Warrior, caste. [i]~I[/i] (ee) is Controller, warrior type. her name stands for her status: Warrior. 

Originally created by the [i]Boonu[/i] peoples to combat invasion of their planet. They were a controlled experiment that went rogue and created colonies of their own. Though inadvertently unleashing the Erygo Monis into the wild, so to speak, they proliferated and bred their own freewill armies and their sheer numbers and sheer ferocity helped stave off the invasion of the invading [i]Rouvenridas [/i]and the [i]Stapamedes [/i]armies. [/hider]

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6' 5” of slow burning Erygo Monis intensity. Baebii was bred to be uncompromising, undeniable and unmatched. She was born to be a Controller of her kind. Though she is average size and bulk of her breeding, there is a certain air about her that makes her seem bigger than she is; she has an aura of Command. Her skin is a sandy golden brown layer of tightly knit scales spotted with browns all over her body. Golden eyes are usually held half-lidded in an always suspicious glare or if she is cross, she just lays it on thick with a plain ol' [i]Ellimindarin[/i]-daggers-in-her-eyes scowl mode. A strong nose coupled with strong cheekbones hovers over a full lips either held in distaste or in an open sharp toothy sneer.

 Rippling and   lithe mucular body is covered in the normal, yet revealing garb of the Erygo Monis Command. Purple is her designation which is ranks her high in her station as a Controller... but that means little out here on this boat but still she loves the colour and flaunts her station proudly. As with all warrior caste, her accessories prove to have as much function as they do style. Leggings, armwear (including shoulders and elbows) serve as armour, submarine propulsion as well as enchanted stun weaponry. 

As a creature bred for combat against the invasion and destruction of her homeworld which is nearly 90% covered in water, Baebii's body structure allows for her to move rather quickly and smoothly underwater, this of course is aided by her enchanted tech. As such, she is more amphibian than reptile and can breath underwater via some of her protuberances on her head. 

These protuberances look like dreadlocks but are actually functional armaments and utility devices made for the Erygo Monis. They can extend a further 3m to 10m in length. Offworlders commonly (humourously) call them: [i][b]Er'locks.[/b][/i] Each has an individual purpose and the more there are on the head of a Erygo Monis the more prolific they are. Baebii was a celebrated Controller and the Er'locks and the brands upon her back she shows off  proudly.     

Rarely will anyone find Baebii smiling... save for when she cooing in absolute adoration  in the company of the giant grub, Res. 
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[hider=Homeworld] 

Braetonica Celaris – once a planet covered by 87.8% water and with stunning polar caps, the world was  nearly lain desolate and barren after a war between two invading forces competed for the liquid resource of the planet as well as fought the collective of native forces of Braetonica Celaris. 

Before the invasion, Braetonica Celaris was a self-sustaining world with high arcanitech based modernity. Offworld freighters did come to trade for water and highly sought minerals in the deep canyons of the oceans. A trade embargo began against the roving Stapemedes peoples invaded an outlying planetoid for territory. Soon enough the neighbouring Rouvenridas took vigilante action when Council talks stalled action against the invading Stapemedes. War broke out and Braetonica Celaris was to be one of the spoils of the war. Mineral rich and covered in water that would feed countless generations, Braetonica was invaded in the ensuing decade. 
 
After decades of fighting, the United Terran Coalition  upon Braetonica took  to genetic engineering a warrior people that would sustain in a controlled lifecycle. The Erygo Monis were an instant success and launched into action. They were an amphibious type of race and attacked from submersive bio-mech vehicles as well as land based ones. When a several young queens meant for culling were accidentally jettisoned into the wild, they were found by Erygos Monis not of the same strain. But the natural ingrained instinct to protect and care for queens of the Erygos Monis allowed the queens to be taken in and protected. They were brought to their own lairs spread across coastal lines and managed to survive and breed in the wild. And from there, the armies of the United Terran Coalition doubled in less than a decade with a fully grown and deadly complement of female Erygos Monis soldiers.  

Fighting finally subsided and the invading alien armies were forced to sign treaties and eventually were banished from Braetonica. But some Rouvenridas took decomissioned Erygo Monis with them in secret to breed their own soldiers when it was time to return.
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[hider=Skills]
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[u][b][i]Controller Er'locks[/i].[/b][/u]
After becoming decommissioned, and thusly becoming deweaponized, Baebii's lethality with her Er'locks has been nullified. She has however learned that she can use her psionic esper abilities for other practical and very useful ways. She is able to link in to the communications systems of a vessel or vehicle and 'speak' with the computer systems and has been trained by Rouvenridas forces to become an efficient bridge Communications Officer with required knowledge for long and short range Void scanning and communications systems. 

Instead of weapon storage in her Er'locks she is able to store languages, and, in fact has hundreds of languages stored for translation. And whether willing or not, she may 'patch-in' forcefully or not via her Er'locks by invading the base of a subjects skull and allow instant translation between multiple parties.     Even without 'patching-in,' Baby can scan for a known language in her head and translate out loud or even speak back the language with her translation breather apparatus.
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As a Controller she has psionic esper abilities, but they have been nerfed. But she has rejuvenated  her empathic abilities via her Er'locks and can scan beings by swishing her protuberance back and forth near them and figure out basic emotions and possibly even detect surface lies or discrepancies in speech patterns. She is aided by the goggles of her translation apparatus.
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But the wicked power she has rejuvenated in her Er'locks just recently is a form of psyche override. Up to five others, for now, she is able to 'patch-in' to them and control their bodily movements for a limited time. The easiest use for Baby to use this is when a subject is asleep or unconscious.

And if it comes down to it, she may use her Er'locks as martial arts weapons as multiple whips or grappling armaments.

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[u][b][i]Swimming[/i][/b][/u]:
Baebii is a powerful swimmer and diver. And equipped with her leggings and armwear she is able to propel herself much faster than olympian swimmers. She has a set of Er'locks that serve as an arcanitech 'gills' system that allows her to breath underwater. This is where she remains deadly as she may grapple another and hold them underwater until they lose their held breath.

She is very comfortable  underwater and can keep her eyes open since she has a second set of eye coverings that serve as goggles and help her to see in within 30m of darkness in water. Right now she is working on transfering air to others via her Er'locks. With such little progress so far, she believes that she must upgrade her Er'locks and have them enchanted by an expert arcanitechnician. 

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[u][b][i]Combat Manoeuvring/Field Combat Expertise:[/i][/b][/u]
A Warrior through and through, Baby is actually more efficient as a Controller on the battlefield. But ever since her psionic esper abilities have been drained from her, her power as a communications relay is no longer there. She can however use her Er'locks as transmission signal boosters. But given a proper set up, she can play as the 'eye-in-the-sky' and co-ordinate troop movement and recognize hazards and potential pitfalls out in the field.  

But this skill she holds back on for she only wants to be known as the Comm Officer and not a field Lieutenant... but sometimes she just cannot help but spout out some advice to the boarding team.
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[hider=History] 

[color=gold]My name is Baebii.

I was granted release as an egg by my gracious mother, the honoured and grand  Queen Basalliane of the [i]Arcendo West Coastal Wing[/i]. Ago was I hatched 17 cycles of this Universe. Upon the soil of the Boonu was I granted my life, my code, my honour, my creed, and my purpose. No, I am not Queen and nor will I ever be... but I was made to rule on the battlefield. I am a Warrior Controller. I commanded the [i]Jensings Sect Platoon[/i]. We were the ones that took out the water exchanger of the[i] Great Omidoom, the Freighter of the Rouvenridas[/i], and caused the chain reaction explosion that ultimately took them down and forced them to talk to our peoples of our homeworld. In the name of grandest mother Braetonica Celaris we did our Erygo Monis peoples, all peoples, all queens, all hearts proud and then some.

And then we were taken away. But not before we were shamed for being what we are; a power to be recognized and respected. Instead we were demonized as weapons that caused fear and bedlam to all others that we had saved. And so they took from me something intrinsic to my being; they took from me a piece of the interconnection sphere. I was stripped of my esper essence. And in so far as to rend open more my humiliation, they put me on a space boat so I could never see my mother queen again. But I was too proud to retaliate, too honourbound to return the pain, too much love for mother Basalliane to go against her wishes for my banishment. And so with hundreds of my sisters and with heavy heart,  we took to the stars upon the [i]Tarsusla[/i], frigate of the Rouvenridas never to return to Braetonica Celaris.

It was aboard that warship that I learned my new trade. For I was one of the handfuls of lucky survivors. I was experimented upon just like the rest of my sisters, but for me it was not torture. I was a cut apart... for many of my sisters they were plainly and literally just cut apart. For you see, I was useful to them. My skill set allowed me to learn about this strange technology; such tech with little to no arcanic basis at all. But as my sisters lives failed, I flourished into a communications officer. And so it was down to just a few dozen of us. From over 350 Erygo Monis sisters whittled down to just us survivors. But for what they had taken and learned from us. We would do the same. 

Our escape cost us a dozen more sisters. But it cost the Rouvenridas an entire crew aboard an esteemed frigate. Baebii and her bloody sisters blew that mother into the Void wastes and we spit on their blackened graves.

 The escape shuttles landed upon a ass backwards rock called [i]Labazeplas[/i], a moon only fit for the scum, the degenerates and runaways. A perfect place to exchange our shuttles for some food and some directions. Oh but we did okay. For the 23 of us decided to go our separate ways. But not before setting a plan in motion to gather others and meet in 9 turns of the Universe. You see, there was not only one frigate that took our sister Erygo Monis from our homeworld but at least a dozen more. 

And so I was taken in by a boat called the Nova Dawn. I must have impressed something fierce upon Captain Sulk to have been hired on... but I am a daughter of Queen Basalliane afterall. And so I traded my skills and loyalty to the 'Dawn in exchange for all the creds and treasures untold I can have aboard my time here.

And so here I stand. After a single turn of the Uni, I am now Comm Officer aboard the Nova Dawn. And I love it here. The Captain is a good one and the crew is a decent outfit. I honestly did have my doubts until I saw it. It is my temporary replacement. It is my Umboobu-- my little queen. It's name is Res and it does not know it but I love it. I do. It is plump in all the right places just like Mother Basalliane. And it keeps me fed, focused... and loved. And it keeps me mindful of why I am aboard this boat.

In the next 8 turns of the Uni, I must earn enough to buy a couple of frigates and gather enough to woman them. Baebii and her sisters will unite and we will find those other surviving Erygo Monis in the clutches of the Rouvenridas. Even if we have to take on their whole armada. No matter how much blood flows from here on out into the Void, we will make good upon our pact and find them all.

No matter how much blood flows from here on out, the Void will get her fill from our war.  
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[hider=Personality] 

Headstrong and proud yet loyal and honourbound. Unyielding and relentless yet excellent teammate and very supportive. A vicious bitch in the ring, a motherly force at home. A soldier lost and no longer prized but willing to climb that ladder again. Stoic and humourless but still knows when to give and take a hug. Homesick and shamed, yet at home and honoured to serve on board and with the crew of the Nova Dawn. 

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