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Nightstars: Universal Guardians

Apotheosis Initiative - Subject ZK-97 - Status: Rogue

"We can do this one of two ways. You can turn around and go back to where you came from without a scratch, or I can blow your skull apart from the inside-out."

Name

Zivik

Homeworld

???

Age

???

Alien Powers

Psychic Will

Strange biotechnology allows Zivik to read the minds of other creatures and machines based on their level of intelligence. Using this machinery, which is apart of him, lets him also shape psychic energy into a physical pseudo-matter, and use the power to assert control over some machines.

Cybernetic Augmentation

Zivik's cybernetics are designed to mostly give him a mental advantage, but they also give him enhanced strength somewhat above a few people. This means that he is capable of withstanding the dangers of environmental hazards such as extreme temperatures or radiation.

Brief Bio

Zivik cannot remember who he was before the experiments began. His earliest memories take place in a United Cities facility so far off the books that it legally didn't exist. Thinking that far back is difficult for him, since most of what he can remember is fragmented from being unconscious during constant surgical procedures to modify his lab rat of a body. Every day he was monitored in a prison cell while wired to countless and vaguely identifiable machines. Zivik was separated from the other test subjects, who were all forced to interact with one another while he remained isolated. One by one, other subjects disappeared behind metal doors and never returned. The thing he remembered most was the constant pain of being cut up, and the unbearable pain in his skull that made him pass out more times than he remembered. Whatever his captors were trying to achieve must have worked, because he was kept alive no matter how many other test subjects died in droves around him. "Zivik" is not the name he was born with, but the scientists referred to him as Subject Z-K, and it's the only thing he can think of that he was ever known as back then.

Zivik eventually learned how things worked in the labs, and his blackouts became less frequent to the point that his train of thought didn't stop and start with a shaky blur. They scientists thought he was nothing more than docile because they weren't aware of how well Zivik's brain took to the tech, but one day the machines in the surgery rooms started acting funny, and then the scientists felt the kind of pain he felt in his head. He could understand the intentions and the sudden onset of fear when the security had no idea what to do with him. In no simpler terms, he went on a rampage. Zivik doesn't remember what happened after he was removed from his cell one day for the usual routine "check-ups," but the entire facility no longer exists, and there is nothing but a mile-wide cloud of space junk where the black site use to be. He vaguely recalls stealing a ship full of "supplies" that moved without being piloted. Anytime he tries to remember those events beyond indiscriminate destruction and an explosion, his head starts to hurt, but some people haven't forgotten.

In the years that followed his escape, his memory is more consistent and solid, but someone found out that he destroyed the space station, and as a result, Zivik a fugitive wanted charged with the most extreme crimes that the United Planets can accuse him of. Most, if not all of these crimes are entirely fabricated. Murder and destruction of property are the only crimes one could realistically attribute to the incident, but it has nonetheless branded Zivik a social pariah. Any place within United Planets jurisdiction would shoot him on sight and his presence would be reported to all law enforcement in the galaxy, dead or alive. After someone confirms he is dead, his body would be taken, and the technology bonded to his neural system would be harvested, restarting the cycle that put him in this situation to begin with. Zivik has been avoiding that outcome by any means necessary since his escape.

Notes

IQ: 4

Strength: 3

Speed: 4

Attack: 4

Defense: 3

Health: 18

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I was originally thinking about chalking his presence in this setting as a mystery but saying Trinity's Deluxe skin had a hand in a cyborg psychic being wanted by the state sounds comical

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@Omega Man

My dude basically has an unnaturally high brain power as a result of cybernetic augmenation done to him without his consent, it also means he can stand some environmental stuff most humans can't but it's mostly mental stuff. He can skim someone's mind, give people a nasty migrane to deter them or just shoot them with a brain blast, he's a kind off evasive dude who isn't really geared for head on fights but he can find solutions to shit in a pinch, smarter-not-harder is his whole thing

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@Omega Man

I was honestly thinking not humanoid but human entirely. He doesn't remember how the hell he got here

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Thats a lot of stuff lmao

My character's concept is a lab rat who doesn't have a lot of distant memories, experimented on with off-the-books tech that gave him psychic powers which can influence technology. He escaped and took some people down on his way to freedom and now the united planets and probably other people treat him as a massive criminal who is "highly dangerous and highly unpredictable" when he's just trying to figure out where his next meal's gonna be

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I’m fine either way, I wrote down potential stats for a character as well as a concept of moves but I’m okay without them. If it brings in more players maybe dropping the stats would be beneficial.

Also, do you plan on making a discord any time soon? We could probably discuss things easier in a server.

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This seems kinda cool

I already have an idea not gonna lie

Physic technological bullfuckery and treason

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

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The warm morning sun had been sorely missed in many seasons. The clear, lovely sky of a new day never dulled in Caesonia. Another day of sun and calm winds. This, however, would not be so typical a day for the royalty.

A woman on horseback made a long and winding journey to this kingdom, weeks had passed since she set out from old Baltyria. Through rain, snow and the turning of the seasons, the castle of Sorian finally stood in the distance out from the rocks and trees. The horse she rode was adorned with dark brown fur and the occasional fleck of beige-white. The saddle was not cheaply made; Cream-tinted leather sewn with red trim and silver metals decorated the beast. He trotted along the main road to the Sorian proper with confidence. The woman who he carried was no less decorated, wearing a militant uniform of red and white. There were medals and badges of honor sewn into the front, rose-tinted metal cuffed the ends of her sleeves and the buttons of her uniform. She wore boots high to her knees made of black leather that looked old, but very well-loved. At her hip rested a scabbard equally adorned; Silver plates with lines of red and stark white, surrounding a worn emblem of a kingdom, or perhaps a house, that one would be hard-pressed to identify. The hilt of the sword was curious, aesthetically speaking. Sharp points of solid metal led to shaped, ornamental roses acting as a guard and pommel.

Her hair swayed faintly in the calm breeze, and she eyed the distant buildings with a curious, quizzical expression, like she could discern a dozen truths about the kingdom from the very architecture it consisted of. Her head was raised in confidence, or even familiarity with the kingdom itself. This was not a woman to be doubted. The kingdom drew closer as she patiently nudged her steed along with little more than a single syllable, and soon enough, beyond the gates they were. Her stature, and the air of confidence gave the guards little pause. They took her for the official type of visitor. She inquired at the gates about locations, and found one of the more respectable stables for her companion.

Major General Lyra Carris left her distinguished steed to rest after a long journey and continued on foot. The three-inch heels of her boots clacked against the stones of the roads and sidewalks she crossed. The sword at her side and the uniform on her body meant that people were quick to not walk in front of her and clear the path. Though she looked intimidating, her expression showed no signs of hostility. The general was, in every sense of the word, a stranger to this place. Rumors would no doubt spread before long, but they would be only just that. She was hungry.

Soon after, she found herself at a breakfast bar. To say she stood out was an understatement. A military general dressed in the colors of a place that were not the colors of this place, with an equally strange weapon hanging off of her side. She paid for a meal with the typical Caesonian gold currency, leaving a generous tip as she ate her breakfast in peace. Seven frosted pancakes ringed with fresh berries and syrup. It was good, especially after the long trip she has arrived from. While General Carris enjoyed her food, she took in the scenery, listening to the gossip that occasionally passed through the place while intentionally paying little attention to what stares or whispers by be about her presence.

She, of course, had her own itinerary to keep to, but for the time being, what harm could come from enjoying the atmosphere?

Avalia

Isolde Ryder

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Time: 2pm
Location: Guarav Village
Interactions The Fuckwit Brigade and Corporal Yiffenheimer
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In four months of being trained and drove into the proverbial dirt by wolves, Darius' hardass brother, and the entire world turned Isolde into what passed in her books as a badass. Physically being worked to the bone by military-level training was a slog unlike anything else, learning about Avalia was draining, and being pestered by the occasional furry that snuck past the no-crossing line was awkward, but, god damn, did Isolde feel nothing short of alive as a result. She gained a few pounds over the months, but they were pounds of muscle from the exercise, and more importantly, she gained a very useful knowledge of lightning magic that she got rather intimately acquainted with. Between the humidity and the overall mugginess of being in a forest, Guarav was actually a nice place in her opinion. She didn't seem to mind when she was developing the attitude she was. Of course, being shoehorned into the training was annoying at first. Isolde could appreciate someone trying to train people, but she wasn't a soldier like Dante, let alone his lackey. Still, she stuck with it because it lit a fire inside of her, ironically enough, that made her want to push herself. The others were nice company. Mostly Darius and Aidan. Darius had a similar mindset to her, they both just let things come as they went, and Aidan? God damn. She just got it. Dante meant well, but he was nothing short of the hardest hardass she ever met, and Aidan knew it too. The two female members of the Goon Squad had little trouble connecting and kicking back when they weren't being slowly killed by the training. Their individual mindsets towards freedom and authority made them natural friends in this environment. Menzai was odd one out for her. He was always distant and objective enough that he didn't seem to ever fit in despite his thinly veiled curiosity regarding humans. Isolde never had any difficulty getting worldly information out of him, though. He was a big help in finding their ways in the world, and for that, she respected him.

The best part of it all, though? The lightning. The power in it.

Isolde needed only to twitch her fingers, only to reach into the open air and sparks would erupt in a brilliant fulmination of magical energy. Teal blue tines of forking plasma that were an extension of her own willpower moved through the air, snaking out to lash out in a grasp for conductivity. And she would reel it back in as easily as she had brought it forth. It was exhilarating, and only compounded the satisfaction that Isolde gained from the last four months of training. In this time, she spent a great deal of money on things ranging from more Avalian-like clothing and the usual self-care products to a horse and arms. A brown and white horse named Miri, who she bonded with rather swiftly. Her weapons were a simple dagger used in times of emergency, and more overtly, a spear composed of solid, magically treated cobalt. The head of the spear ended in a blue-tinted, convex blade no longer than Isolde's hand. It had weight to it, but it was hers, and by now it felt natural to wield. This spear was her main weapon, which she had been teaching herself to use in tandem with her magic, since cobalt was one of the most conductive metals that could be used to forge a weapon with. Silver was objectively the most conductive metal known to man, but Isolde's knowledge of Avalian metal was limited.

The day was approaching fast when they would be finished with their training, and it looked like the others were already gathering. Menzai, Aidan, and Darius. They were all three just as badass as she had become in their own rights. All three of them had ways their magics could be paired for more nuanced affects. Seeing everything come together this way was something they all deserved to be proud of. Earth never gave her this kind of life. Isolde felt more like herself now than she ever did before the rift opened under her feet, and she loved it. Having moved through Guarav to the meeting spot on Miri's back, Isolde looked just as different as she had become. Her earth-bound clothes long gone, she was dressed like the wizard she was. With her spear across her lap, the atmosphere she gave off said, "I am ready." "Your brother too busy dreaming about giving us work to get her on time?" That was very obviously a joke, one they all could relate too. Isolde slid off the horse's back with her spear. Isolde's grip flexed around the weapon as sparks danced into the air, scattering with faint traces of turquoise light. This had become second nature to her, it was in her blood and flowed through her like breath and life itself.

Isolde radiated confidence now, with an unflinching, upturned expression that the group hadn't seen until recently.

"What's going on today?"