Post by lamashtu on Apr 25, 2018 18:29:08 GMT -5
Lamashtu
Name: Ashlynn "Lamashtu" Embersong
Age: 28
Race: Earthling
Gender: Female
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 138 lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green/Milky White
Identifying Markers: The most visible scar on Lamashtu's body is a jagged slash on her left cheek, across her nose, and over her right eye, leaving it blind.
Personality: Former: Determined, kind-hearted, child-like. A 'free spirit'. Current: Implacable, cold, apathetic.
Likes: Nature, Wildlife, Shamanistic Religions, Agriculture, Spontaneity.
Dislikes: Structure, Blind Obedience, Desecration of Natural Beauty.
Aspirations: Vengeance, great and terrible, upon those responsible for the death of her family.
Homeworld: Earth
Allegiance: n/a
Starting Planet: Earth
Appearance:
Though shorter than most, Lamashtu is solidly built, without sacrificing any of her femininity. Eye-drawing curves accentuated by firm, well-defined muscles. Across her tanned skin, a patterned criss-cross of scars, acquired through nearly twenty years of wilderness living and survivalist training, are plainly visible. Her hair has rarely seen the touch of anything other than river water to clean it, her black locks bound in a tight ponytail by a strip of leather. Her right eye is scarred and filmed over, while her left is a bright, unnaturally intense green. Almost always clad in tight, form-fitting, utalitarian clothing of dark blues and greens, she leaves the majority of her scarred flesh bare.
Backstory:
Ashlynn was always considered the 'black sheep' in her immediate family, having chosen to abandon the trappings of civilization at a young age in order to become closer and better acquainted with the wild that so fascinated her. While her parents and siblings spent their days surrounded by technology, often marveling at the latest innovation from Capsule Corp, Ashlynn chose instead to immerse herself in nature. Every waking moment spent a struggle for survival in a world that was forever fighting her, challenging her to grow and learn and strive for better. Every day a new test, a new lesson learned. Ashlynn was just as wild and untamed as the lands she chose to make her home in, a bundle of child-like wonder and joy and excitement, barely contained within the body of an adult Earthling.
Still, family was family, and so Ashlynn would take it upon herself to venture into the city once every couple of months to catch up with her myriad siblings and their parents. With no access to news in her "home", her reaction to finding what was once a thriving, bustling city reduced to smoldering rubble was impossible to put into words. Terror. Anger. Disbelief. All of these, and many more, warred for supremacy in her mind. She stifled the emotional response and chose to focus on one thing: find them. Find her family. What happened after could wait.
Weeks. Weeks, the young woman spent, digging through rubble and shifting piles of debris, in an attempt to find her family. Whatever state they may be in. All the while, that tiny spark of anger that had been her first reaction found tinder in her heart, and grew to a roaring flame of hate and self-loathing. Eventually, she was forced to concede that her family had not survived the destruction. She didn't know what had happened to cause East City to fall, but she did know that whoever was responsible for this, whoever had caused the death of her family, whether directly or indirectly, had given her wild mind a focus. Instincts and training forged in the crucible of nature and honed to a razor's edge against the whetstone of barbarism, dedicated to seeing the ones who had taken her family from her, dead at her feet. Ashlynn died the day that East City fell, along with the rest of her family.
Lamashtu, a vengeful goddess clothed in flesh, was born in her place.
Techniques
Technique Tree: Defensive
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1]Bellona's Fury
[25% PL Damage]
[li][OT-1]Phaesporia Shot[/li]Channeling her ki into a fingertip, Lamashtu fires a glittering beam capable of piercing her foes with ease.
[25% PL Damage]
[li][OT-2]Phaesporia Shot[/li]Much like the Light-Bringing Goddess Artemis, Lamashtu's shots unerringly find their mark. Shimmering salvos of ethereal arrows fire from her fingertips, piercing all who dare stand before her.
[50% PL Damage]
[1 Unused]
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Support Tiers
- [PT-1]Beseech Skadi (Flavored Sensing)
[Ki Sense]
[li][PT-1] Beseech Nøkken (Flavored Ki Suppression)[/li]A boon granted by the Nordic trickster spirits, Lamashtu is able to stifle her ki until it essentially vanishes.
[Ki Suppression]
[li][PT-1]Beseech Tāne (Flavored Flight)[/li]With a muttered prayer to the Māori bird-god, Lamashtu is able to focus her ki and take wing, like a bird of prey.
[Flight]
[li][PT-1]Beseech Pan (Flavored Telepathy)[/li]Invoking the name of the Greek God of Music, Lamashtu's mental awareness expands and allows her to communicate with allies from a distance.
[Telepathy]
[li][ST-1]Beseech Osanyin (Flavored Healing)[/li]By calling upon the African god of herbalism and health, a wave of vitalizing energy ripples through Lamashtu's body, healing most superficial injuries.
[Healing]
[li][ST-1]Beseech Hermes(Flavored Rapid Movement[/li]In the name of Hermes, ancient messenger god, Lamashtu flickers out of view for the briefest of moments in order to avoid oncoming attacks.
[Rapid Movement]
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Unique Tiers
n/a
Inventory:
1000 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
One thousand one. One thousand two. One thousand three.
Exactly one year had passed, since then. The day that Lamashtu's world came crashing down around her. And still, she was no closer to her goal. She'd spent so long, so much time, ferreting out information where she could, trying to figure out who was responsible for the destruction of East City. Of course, since most of her life previous had been spent in seclusion in the untamed wilderness, her methods of information gathering were... limited, and crude. Most didn't survive the questioning.
One thousand, five hundred, and twelve. One thousand, five hundred, and thirteen.
Of course, that didn't mean she was going to stop. Every lead followed, every rumor investigated, every shady character interrogated; no failures. Just discovering methods that wouldn't suit her purpose. Still, perhaps she was becoming a little too single-minded. Despite her time spent in solitude, the warrior-woman was no fool. She knew that anyone who could so casually level a city would be strong. Stronger than her, perhaps. And so she shifted her focus, if only for a time, to training. Grueling, mind-numbing, but effective training. She was no martial artist, to run through katas and stances for practice. No, Lamashtu was a believer in what she called 'functional strength'. Her training consisted of bodyweight exercises, forest free-running, and any other torturous method her masochistic mind could concoct.
Two thousand, four hundred, and ninety-seven. Two thousand, four hundred, and ninety-eight.
What that meant for her at the moment was she was sandwiched between the unforgiving earth, and several hundred kilos of stone stacked on her back, as she drove her knuckles into the earth and pushed herself up. She was making progress. The first time she tried this, she was overzealous, overestimating her strength, and nearly crushed herself. She got better. She had no choice. Each mistake, each slip-up, was more time wasted, another scar to remind her. So she stopped making mistakes. She trained, she improved. All with the singular focus that only someone with no other purpose could give.
Three thousand. That will do for now.
That's five hundred more than last week. With a muted grunt, the Earthling managed to shove the massive boulder from her sweat-slick back and onto the ground. She stood, wiping the sweat from her brow and glancing up at the sun. Only midmorning. Perfect. Plenty of time for her to go for a run before it was time for her to hunt her lunch.
Another day. Another small victory. It would have to do.
Reward Requested: PL