Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2017 6:38:04 GMT -5
「 ＮＯＸＡ 」
<Masane Amaha, Witchblade>
Name: Noxa
Age: Unknown
Race: Bio-Android
↳Ankoku ; Heran ; Namekian.
Gender: Female
Height: 6'07"
Weight: >300 lbs
Hair Color: Red.
Eye Color: Resplendent yellow iris; black sclera.
Identifying Markers: Sharp, jagged purple lines running from upper cheek to collarbone.
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Aspirations: Live a quiet life.
Homeworld: Zilyana
Starting Planet: Earth
Appearance:
Around her plump hourglass-shaped form is a carapace — a metallic chitin that digs into her flesh. This bug-like formation boils forth from her biotissue serves as both armor and clothing; its physical qualities can shift dramatically to meet her needs — from a flowing gown to a full-body metal-like suit. Embedded within the right hand is, in fact, a glistening red gem. This isn't a functional feature of her body; simply a fashion statement she may or may not have looted from a criminal.
Her skin is fair, but easy to blossom. Her flesh is firm, taut against her toned body. Eyes glow a hungry yellow, contrasting drastically against the empty blackness of her sclera. Her hair a mass of extremely-saturated red, fine, smooth, shiny tendrils that gather in voluminous clumps that take sharp turns by default.
Additional features include tattoo-like markings of sharp, jagged lines running from her each of her cheeks to her collar bone; red / purple in color. A single red piercing-like stud exists on her tongue; this is a functional gland for altering her saliva.
Sustained injury reveals a deep purple inner flesh and viscera, while her blood is a pearlescent white.
Backstory:
Even thousands of light years away from home humans can find a way to … Be human.
In times of prosperity, in a resource-rich desert world a cabal of scientists organized themselves. They were tasked with aiding the — at the time — slow colonization of humanity on said planet. The cabal split into different fields of research. Some worked believed the answer was sought outwards: those worked with the ecosystem. Moisture farming. Resource extraction. Power efficiency.
Others believed the problem was sought within. That is where Project: Nexus Of Xenobiotic Apex came to be.
The Project was initially meant examine the xenobiology of other known ecosystems. Study any acutely relevant traits and create an organism more apt for survival in the harsh world they were sent to colonize.
Soon war broke out as the Arcosian empire saw a poorly defended planet brimming with untapped resources. The population — not being keen on enslavement or death — focused all available resources on warfare. This shift in resource direction had a ripple effect that affected every aspect of the world and its zeitgeist.
This included the pure men of science.
This included project N.O.X.A.
The new weaponized line soon came to host a myriad of different prototypes; prototypes meant to be progenitors to the apex predatorial force. Unfortunately, the research facility — despite being well out of the way of any points of interest — was found. A platoon of well-trained soldiers was sent to take care of it.
They breached the facility with ease.
They were never heard of again —neither was the research team.
Noxa was set loose on the world.
Armed with the cunning of man kind; genetic memories of battle-hardened soldiers and mercenaries; a multitude of genetic donors — namely human, Heran, Namekian, and Ankoku. More important, Noxa has a natural-born, artificially ingrained need to become the apex predator. Noxa terrorized the world for years to come. It wasn't until she had become too much of a nuisance — absorbed one too many soldier, merchant, civilian, and aristocrat — to both sides of the war that she had to worry. Entire companies of men and mercenaries from all warring factions were set on her.
Noxa, doing the smart thing, disguised herself as a civilian, stole herself a ship, and left for planet Earth — a place blooming with life to study and assimilate.
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Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
Concrete cracks as it meets metal, filling the air with pulverized particles. The scent of spent gunpowder and ki-made projectiles energized the air, leaving behind a lingering hint of ozone.
“It’s just like back home.” The scarlet-haired form would’ve monologued, if a any thought ran through her mind in a moment of high adrenaline. Her metal-clad form slid through the compound’s granite floor, the attrition sending a cascade of waterfall up into the air.
Projectiles crashed around the scantily-clad warrior, whose form slid out of sight beneath a large industrial shelf of boxes and crates. With her line of sight gone, silence reared its ugly head. It filled the room.
Noxa had repositioned herself. Her body twisting, squeezing, and compressed into impossible angles; her hair gripping and pulling as the woman’s figure made itself deeper into the line of industrial shelves. She’d use the small inch-wide cracks between the shelves to squeeze herself up through different levels. Soon she’d be near the top, with vision on the entire room.
Her black-irises scanned, piercing through the darkness. She read the frantic expressions on the faces of the young men and women who ran their flashlights over the shelves that seemed to stretch on forever. The spotlights danced over the room. More than once they’d fallen over their target, but through fear, the lack of light, it seems that her attempts at remaining hidden had been successful.
Small fragments of thought began to seep back into her mind as the predator watched her prey with unwavering focus. Scarlet locks churned and curled into themselves; her hair webbing and flowing into the cool darkness as though she’d been fully submerged. Her supple, tender flesh pressed against some the plastic-reinforced wooden crate she’d had been mostly hidden behind. The dichotomy between the heat of her body and the object’s cold surface was electric.
Already wide-set eyes widened another degree as a an object hit the floor; a small pear-shaped objected bounced and eventually rolled towards the selves. Time ticked one more brief moment, before a violent concussive wave rocked through the shelves. Fire roared outwards, catching and consuming any exposed flammable surface; debris rocked outward, turning to sharpnel by the wave of force unleashed.
Aside from the billowing smoke and the dancing shadows cast by the fire they originated from, there was no movement within the room.
For quite some time there was no sound aside the crackling of flames consuming the seemingly endlessly array of packaged products they had been set upon.
Ordered by his captain, a single figure found itself taking a hesitant step forward. It flinches as a ‘click’ far above caused a shower of water to begin cascading down on the lot of them. Cold, like the air around them before the fire’s energy filled the compound. The shower served to quell the flames. As the glare of the fire began to die down, revealing a graveyard of electronic products, the figured took a few steps closer. It’d come to cast its gaze about, eventually stepping over some of the wreckage, inspecting it for some time.
Eventually, it turned. Beginning to walk back to its group. A voice, indistinguishable from that of a man or woman, spoke out an “all clear”.
Or, at least that’s what ---
Reward Requested: Zeni