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Yinha Karathros

'Destroy the head,' the Angelic Mage silently communicated to her Angelic summon, the animated suit of angelic armor silently responding by now going for cleaving apart the head of the zombie it had just chopped off the arm off. 

Yet Yinha's eyes were, for a moment, inevitably drawn for a moment towards the raving of the insane old man in the back of the church as he shouted aloud. Apparently he didn't take too kindly to her summoning an angel in the room. 

While the ranting and raving at the end might have sounded like just that, however, she had learned enough of magic to at least tell the last jumble of foreign words the man spoke aloud were an incantation of some sort. Her lips pursed in slight concern at the sight. That couldn't be good. Indeed, as three corpses arose from the heaping pile, now shambling towards her in particular this time, the mage let out a small and quiet sigh as she extended a hand towards their heads. Though when she opened her mouth-

"Holy Mirror Image....Consecrated Ring."

-things changed. 

Yinha's visage became blurred to others, shining bright and somewhat blinding whitish light even, and three additional illusory duplicates of her seemed to arise around her with the same type of appearance. For simple zombies, it would be impossible to tell her apart from the images, as only striking them would allow them to 'figure out' what was fake and which was real. The shining light would also make her and the images harder to see and just visually target. These images would also shift each round, however, obscuring her true body until the illusions had been destroyed. A second tier spell to be sure, albeit costing a little more to cast than the traditional mage spell of "Mirror Image" that it was aping. 

Though she had not left her defense at only this. 

She would pause briefly, until the zombies got closer into range, before casting a second spell. A white light seemed to erupt from under her feet and cover the ground with a 5-foot radius around Yinha. A lower second tier area-of-effect spell, cheaper to cast and simply dealing holy damage to enemy creatures within...and with a minor secondary effect of setting undead immediately on fire within range.

Firand’r, “The Crimson Comet””

| {Full Name} |
Firand’r (meaning: “Moonfire” in Tamaranian) / Scarlet Elizabeth (“Lizzie”) Straussen

| {Age} |
17

| {Species} |
Tamaranian (Modified)

| {Gender} |
Female

| {Appearance} |
A lovely beauty, and a maturing teenage girl who is definitely considered ‘beautiful’ with ease by the majority of her peers and others around her. She has soft, milky white caucasian-color skin that blends in naturally among the human population, with a pair of vivid yet soft green eyes that seem to be like deep pools of emerald-like waters. Though this is really where her true appearance comes to an end of sorts in its ‘normalcy’. A pair of short crimson red horns come out on the top of her forehead, and her canine teeth are somewhat more pronounced to boot. Further, no matter how much she eats she seems to not gain any weight unlike other girls her age…and beyond this highly supernatural metabolism, she has nine stomachs to boot. She also stands at the height of 5’8”. 

Main Appearance Pic From Above Link (Casual) -   https://i.imgur.com/RQfW029.jpg
Relaxed Casual - https://i.imgur.com/eoP2kKP.jpg
Summer/Swimsuit Ready -  https://i.imgur.com/fR6cAp8.png

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

Purse (simple purse carried over one shoulder)
Samsung Galaxy S10 Plus (personal cellphone)
Pepper Spray (part of her ‘disguising as a human’ thing, but her ‘mother’ modified it to be set off like a pepper spray gas grenade as an ‘added’ and ‘alternate’ function...still works like normal though)
Personal Human Cloaking Device (a gift from her ‘mother’, makes her look/seem human and is worn around her little horns like a headband)
Wallet (contains some cash, mainly from allowance and all)
Makeup (a general collection of it for occasions) and other purse-held general human-style supplies

| {Physical/Mental Abilities} |

Combat Training - Unarmed and armed combat, and other relevant skills, taught to her by U.S. military veterans. Learned primarily from her human stepfather, who is a military veteran and ex-Navy Seal who lost all of his left leg below the knee. Also contributed to notably by some of his also-retired military buddies sworn to secrecy, a couple of whom were also in the Navy Seals. Scarlet was drilled in this for years outside of school, in an attempt to teach her how to protect herself and stay safe from those that’d...ah…would ‘not like her kind’ or worse. By this time in her life, Lizzie has become rather skilled and disciplined for someone her age. Her teachers didn’t hold back any punches, or shots, that much was for sure.
Education - A through 11th grade/Junior year of High School level human education, and a notable supplementary education thus far from her Tamaranian scientist adoptive mother otherwise. She is starting into her senior year of high school in Central City later this year.
Survival Skills - General outdoors survival skills in the wild, or forest, and even in/on the water, including swimming, fire making, concealing one’s self, gathering resources, and the ilk. Isn’t a lifetime expert, as her human stepfather is, but has been so drilled in this as to be very familiar.
Amateur Cosplay - Being the private weeb and anime-lover she is, she has kept up with various cosplaying/modeling individuals online and has actually been to a ‘con’ or few with friends. Usually costumes would disguise her well, and on rare occasion she could even go almost without hiding her more unnatural appearance aspects if it fits a particular cosplay. (recognizes Sol and Velocity from this, at least their irl identities...in-costume i would debate, unless the GMs note that after following them for some time she’d have a better chance at identifying them in costume XD)

| {Superpowers} |

Super Strength/Durability/Stamina/Running Speed - Captain America level strength, running speed, stamina, durability, etc as well to start with physically (aka: Everything All Around Peak Human Level; is equivalent to a super soldier atm).
Energy Absorption - Twisted from the usual Tamaranian form, and does not apply to any solar/ultraviolet light stuff anymore, but instead applies to plasma now.
Flight - She can fly at about Mach 1, and leaves the trademark Tamaranian distinctive energy contrail behind, looking as if it is coming directly from her hair.
Plasma Generation/Manipulation - She can generate super hot and potent plasma, and utilize it in plasma attacks/blasts/etc in turn. As a result she is also fittingly has Heat Resistance to match this.
Can kiss another being to learn their language in an instant.

| {Limitations} |

She’s not like completely bulletproof, as currently a high powered round or explosive would do her in rather effectively. However, things like 9mm rounds she can tank...albeit with bruises.
Due to experimentation performed on her, she lost her ability to utilize ultraviolet/solar energy, and all the advantages that came with. Yet in return became aligned to implementation, creation, and even potential absorption of plasma.
She is not fully immune to heat, despite her abilities letting her get away with dealing with it to an extent.

| {Personality} |
A kind-hearted tomboy at heart who can be very strong-willed, even to the point of being stubborn on certain occasions when her mind has been dedicated to something. She is the casual sort of person who will generally act as she pleases, the youthful sort of teenager who rebels against things or seeks out something interesting to do when she's too bored. She generally listens to and respects her adoptive mother and human stepfather, in part due to the discipline driven in by her training as well as her upbringing in the deep south, yet when push comes to shove those teenage hormones and a desire to 'do her own thing' still inevitably strike out in general with her. When riled up enough she can be impulsive, rash, and stupid, yet at the same time her training has given her a generally level head otherwise. She adores the taste of sweet tea, homemade or otherwise, and likewise an appreciation for 'good home cooking' as well as fast food. Beyond that she is also the sort to not shirk romping about in the woods, 'mudding' around in a large four-wheel-drive truck with friends, shooting guns or going out hunting with human relatives, or even taking her turn in the kitchen to help get dinner ready. Though when push comes to shove, one can count on her to do her part and work hard to achieve a particular goal.

| {Place of Origin} |

Firand'r is from the capital city of the planet of Tamaran, and had an initial Tamaranian sort of upbringing with her adoptive parents Azil and Thorran. When her adoptive parents fled with her and crashed on Earth, due to threats back home, from that point she received a mix of general human public schooling education as well as supplemental teaching/tutoring education at home from her adoptive Tamarnian mother Azil (a Tamaranian scientist). The pair of humans who let Firand'r and her adoptive parents live with them, a veteran and his wife living in the deep south, also assisted in her upbringing and care and education some as she grew up. When Azil and the human veteran eventually married, this pattern of general education for her continued alongside added intense combat/survival training pushed on Firand'r by her human stepfather and his old military buddies.

The fall of this year she is to begin her senior year of high school, and is currently wrapping up her junior year of high school.

| {Background} |
Firand'r was born the illegitimate child of the Queen of Tamaran and her husband’s brother, a child conceived in the heat of the moment when a sister-in-law was comforting her brother-in-law over the loss of his own wife, before being spirited out of the palace after her secret birth and handed over to two of the Queen’s confidants. These two confidants were themselves married, the husband being a soldier and the wife and a scientist, and despite knowing the risks took the child in as their own. Not having children of their own, they framed her adoption as being that of a ‘deceased relative’s child’, got help forging papers from the Queen, and all seemed to be well. The young Firand’r never knew what was going on due to her age, or who the ‘nice visiting lady’ (the Queen) was that treated her so well and nicely, but her adoptive parents loved her as if she was their own and treated her as well as any loving parents would. They let her go to school, to learn and grow, and yet eventually the young girl’s peaceful and ultimately tranquil life would come to an abrupt end at the age of 5. 

It was about this time the king’s youngest child with the Queen, a son named Garandi’r (who has 2 older sisters), began to weasel his way down the trail of crumbs his mother had left over the years.This in turn led to the Queen sending a panicked but secret message to her confidants, and then caused Thorran and Azil (the couple who had taken in Firand’r) to freak out and seek a way to hide the child. Anything to keep her safe from the prying eyes of the Crown Prince, and his own seemingly dark and ultimately ill agenda for investigating the matter. Did he seek to discredit the Queen, and so somehow harm his older sisters right to the throne? Did he want to use the child as leverage, to use the Queen (his own mother) to help him scheme to the seat of power? No one knew for sure, but the fear was real enough and imminent enough that Firand’r was taken to a black market hospital where some Psions offered to help her...albeit at a price of using her for an experiment. It was a cruel action, and one that over the course of a year would bring the young Tamaranian into great pain and suffering...but ultimately have the desired result as well of changing her to be ‘different’. 

However, she was ‘too’ different. To pass off her skin and features as notable genetic anomalies was one thing. Noting how she now wielded plasma and had no connection to the usual Tamaranian power source of UV light….that was itself an entirely different matter. Garandi’r eventually put 2-and-2 together, approaching Thorran and Azil and trying to question them about things. While the Queen had ensured the proper false papers and documents for Firand’r were out there and in order, even the Crown Prince was very much still suspicious...especially after seeing the literal spitting image of his mother’s own eyes still lingering in those of the little bedridden Firand’r as he left. After this the Queen could only send a message to the couple, warning them that the Crown Prince was seeking to blackmail her with threats of killing the child and that they had to get the child off of Tamaran at all costs. 

This was how Firand’r and her adoptive parents came to flee Tamaranian space, and use their ship to jump to a random system far from the gaze of the devious Crown Prince. What they didn’t expect, however, was to crash land after they ran into a satellite orbiting Earth on arrival and plummeting like a meteor. In this they ended up landing in the Southeast region of USA, crashing into the deep woods and young Firand'r lying there with dire wounds. 

In that same day, though, a retired U.S. veteran named Joseph Alexander Straussen was hunting with an old military buddy, and came upon the crashed ship after its landing. Safe to say, all parties were surprised and shocked at what they were seeing...and ultimately were rather tense in this first encounter to say the very least. They were all perhaps one wrong move before both sides might’ve come to blows, save for Joseph seeing the young and hurt Firand’r and lowering his weapon in an instant. Not wanting to see a child in pain, and having to use basic physical gestures at first to communicate, the southern man helped the alien trio sneak back to his rural home not too far away. Here he and his initially very shocked wife would assist them, even if shakily at first, but the sight of a wounded child of any sort wasn’t anything they could bear to see either. 

From here the four adults managed to get the young child patched up, and eventually communicate via one highly-salvaged language-learning-and-translation device. Learning the plight of these off-worlders who had crashed on their planet, Joseph and his wife Linda came to the eventual and fateful decision to give them refuge and a place to stay in return for help around their land. With the help of another other old war buddies Joseph called in, the Tamaranian couple also managed to hide what salvage of their ship they could salvage over the next two days. 

Once this was all said and done, and the trio settled initially in what was a guest bedroom on the rural couple's house, Firand'r found herself once again in a new home and with even more guardians to boot over the following years. Joseph and his wife would help care for and raise her like one of their own, in the end, whilst Thorran and Azil began to pitch in and help around the Straussen's land and home to help 'earn their keep' as they felt compelled to do for their hosts. The two couples began to bond like friends as time went on, however, with Joseph and Thorran even bonding strongly over their old war stories and the oddly similar parallels in their military careers. Even their respective wives seemed to bond over their husbands, and similar parallels in their own lives. Such closeness they gained that, several years later (when Firand'r was 8), after Thorran died of long-term wounds from the crash, and illness took Joseph's wife...Joseph and Azil eventually married on Earth in a small, humble ceremony.  

Firand'r, on the other hand, seemed to gain some more out of her new living situation as well. She went about playing with Joseph and Linda's young son, Ezekiel, who became a brother of sorts to her and then an actual stepbrother to her to boot as time went on. Her adoptive Tamaranian mother taught her much at home, though with some tweaking a cloaking device was made that allowed the little Tamaranian girl to go through proper human public schooling to help give her cover. Thorran and Joseph also taught her some about fighting and outdoors survival initially, mainly out of a sense of deep-seated concern on Thorran's part that the accursed prince would one day come looking potentially. The young Firand'r also eventually took on the name "Scarlet Elizabeth Straussen", the surname in particular that became much more legally entrenched when her adoptive mother and Joseph eventually married in turn. 

Yet 'Scarlet' would ultimately receive a special training from her new human stepfather, who took Thorran's last wishes to prepare her for anything seriously after his new Tamaranian friend had died. Utilizing his connections, the ex-Navy Seal and a group of some of his also-retired military buddies (sworn to secrecy), basically began to put the young girl through the ringer of military-style combat and survival training. She was and has been drilled in this for 8 solid years outside of her schooling, all in an attempt to teach her how to protect herself and stay safe...especially in case the government or other aliens ever came knocking. Combined with her currently super-soldier-level physical capabilities, this has caused Scarlet to become at least a very generally-capable individual when it comes to a fight. Albeit, Azil has put out a foot to ensure that Scarlet has the time to 'be a child' as well, and has recently moved to Central City for a time with Scarlet in order to take care of a special project that she has been working on at a job of her own at STAR Labs in the aftermath of the Particle Accelerator explosion.  

With her junior year to finish and her senior year start in this new temporary home in Central City in the Midwest, and summer just over the horizon, the teenage Scarlet has had no idea what to make of things. Ultimately her desire is to return to home in Georgia for the summer, at least to visit during this time away, though she at the moment has no idea of what brewing storm of change she currently stands in the middle of...

| {Other} |

(Didn’t know where else to list this) Due to experimentation her very body has been, as a side effect, altered to appear notably different from most Tamaranians. Her two little red horns, her pale skin whose pigment was killed, and even the somewhat more fang-like canines contained fully/safely within her mouth. Yet her green eyes, and the glow they have when she uses her powers, as well as the energy contrail she visibly leaves, are both most strongly indicative of her true race and origins as a Tamaranian.
The younger of the King of Tamaran's two oldest children/daughters has gone out searching for years for her missing half-sister (Firand'r/Scarlet), while Garandi’r has actually been placed under strict house arrest in the meantime.

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