Post by Ix on Mar 26, 2012 23:34:10 GMT -5
Name: Ix Tyr-Draj
Age: 21
Character Type: Athasian
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Height/Weight: 6’2”/ 162lbs
Appearance:
Personality: While human in appearance, Ix is not at all human in mindset. Yes, she possess the same capacities for logic, reasoning, planning and forethought. But she views the world in different terms. Her thoughts are always geared towards survival. There is no ‘if’ within her mindset, no doubts or distractions. Only solid facts, goals, and the ways to meet them. Her people approach problems in a direct manner. The idea of giving up, of abandoning a task unfulfilled, is almost totally beyond their ability to grasp. To a human, she appears angry at virtually all times. And while she does get angry, most of the time, her mind set is more of a stubborn determination. Humans argue by presenting arguments, opinions and perspectives, trying to change the mind of the other. Athasians argue by screaming, brawling until one side finally yields. This, in short, sums up her viewpoint on the world.
Likes: Strong Men, Hunting, Earth, Cheesecake
Dislikes: Bugs, Rules/ Bureaucracy, Pollution, Soda, winter, Hippies, Guns
Strengths: Absolutely Relentless, near universal resistance to injury, Effective Combatant
Weaknesses: Bronze age technological understanding, Poor tactical skills, Poor Social skills, easily provoked, unskilled at ranged combat
Powers/Weapons:
Super-Strength: While only somewhat above average for her people, by earth standards, Ix is incredibly strong. She can lift approximately 10 tons.
Regeneration: Ix’s body recovers with a great degree of efficiency, allowing her to heal from wounds which would be fatal to most other species. While the Speed at which she recovers is greater than humans, it is still slower than many others, taking a day or more to recover from injures. That said, it takes the most traumatic damage to actually kill her. She’s survived being torn in half, repeatedly, and been back on her feet in under a week.
Survivalist Species: The Natives of Athas have evolved to endure the most extreme conditions under which life can exist. They are extremely resistant to disease and toxins, can endure extreme temperatures, and are almost insusceptible to radiation. Their bones are nearly as strong as military grade steel, while their skin is able to repel small caliber rounds. While immune to very little, they are resistant to nearly everything that one could conceivably throw at them. Even magic has proven to be of limited effectiveness against them. And Ix is no exception.
The Knell: When a human is pressed to their limits, they can tap into their adrenal system to gain a short term boost to their body, at the cost of causing damage to their internal systems which take time to recover. While Ix’s species has a similar system, it is much more developed and focused. They can activate it at will, setting in their minds a single task to accomplish. After doing so, their conscious minds are subdued, while the more animalistic parts take over. After doing so, they will then peruse their goal to the exclusion of all else, and cannot exit the state until they succeed. Strength, speed and reflexes are all sharply increased in this state, while Pain and exhaustion are suppressed entirely. While potent, it is not an ability to be abused. With no way of ending the state after locking into it, Ix could potentially keep going till she drops dead from fatigue or injuries. Many of her kind simply starve to death, or succumb to thirst. Worse, they kill without thought, viewing anything which stands in their path as a hindrance to their goal, even a friend trying to force them to eat.
Heightened Senses: Ix’s five senses are somewhat sharper than humans, though not extraordinarily so. It is less to do with being able to detect things that humans cannot, but rather, the ability to not filter out sensory information which would otherwise be overlooked.
Master Brawler: Though not formerly trained, Ix is the survivor of hundreds of life and death battles, having been tempered in the fires of her home world. While her fighting style is neither elegant nor does it have the disciplined precision of Earthly combat techniques, it is nearly unmatched in its brutality and ferocity. Even veterans of combat should be wary about getting close, though by keeping a good defense and a level head, one can avoid the worst of it.
Expert Hunter: Ix is a very skilled hunter, and can trail her prey under even the most difficult conditions Earth has to offer, stalking them as long as need be before going in for the kill.
History: In these early days of creation, Athas was a planet of unbridled beauty. The weather was pleasant, the air sweet, the worlds surface covered by stunningly beautiful plant life, breathtaking oceans. Its people were scholars, devoting themselves not towards science, but towards magic. They sought to understand the nature of the mythic forces which spread through the corners of the universe. While their skills were all but unmatched, it would prove useless against the threat which they found themselves faced with.
The World Eater, Galactus, descended towards them with little warning, intent on consuming the biosphere of the planet. For all the arcane might they posed, the peoples of Athas could do little to stay the hand of a being infused with the very Power Cosmic. In a bid to save themselves, they played a desperate gambit, a single act of magic so great that the aftershocks of it can still be felt. They drained the very soul of their world, the essence of life itself, and focused it into a single beam of unbridled energy. Though it to failed to impact Galactus, he did divert from his path. Their weapon was the very thing he’d come to consume, and having been fed, there was not enough energy left on the world to justify imbibing it.
Their world was saved, but the costs were beyond measure. They had ripped into the spirit of their world, tormented it and drained nearly all of what was there. Athas, their world, grew weak. The Beautiful jungles withered to nothing, the seas dried up. The skies overhead thinned, the land burning under the harsh rays of the sun. The earth itself was broken and unstable, racked by terrible tremors which rose up mountains tens of miles in height, only to have them crumble again as the tectonic forces reverberated through the world. Their spellcraft had scarred the world itself, storms of raw and chaotic magical energies erupting without warning and tearing through the land. The change was not instantaneous, but slow, taking several generations.
The Peoples of this world suffered for their crimes against the world which had birthed them. Famine, Pestilence and death were all too common, resources evaporating into nothing. Their command over magic could do little, they grew weak. With each generation, their numbers dwindled. It Seemed Athas was dead.
But, Life is resilient. Life will cling to any scrap it can and survive, suffering any indignity and pain, bearing any pain even for just a few moments more of existence. Those that survived did so by being brutal and cruel, abandoning all of their former culture, becoming savages and raiders, hunters. They survived, while all others perished. Other species did much the same, the once small and harmless creatures quickly dying out, while the stronger species endured and thrived.
With the Passing of Ages, Athas changed entirely. It was not a world of scholars and culture and magic any longer. Athas was a place of pain, anguish, suffering and survival. Through acidic rains and volcanic blasts, life trudged on. Its people evolved to survive at all costs, to be as relentless and strong as needed to eek out existence on this hellscape. Other species advanced, growing smarter and wiser, fanning out to the stars in spacecraft. The Athasians had none of that. Being smarter was of little use where whether you live or die often comes down to pure chance and your own grit. It was now a world where you had to be sharp if you were to live.
Through this, Athas was reborn. When other species, carried in their starships, descended to the surface, few seldom lived, and those that did knew to never go back. Visitors were not welcome here; they were all too soft, too fragile to walk upon the surface of Athas. And Soft things are easy prey.
Ix was born upon this world, part of a litter of 15 children; all of them part of a larger tribe, whom made their living as nomadic hunters, following the migrations of the great beasts which stampeded over mountains and deserts. From before she could even walk, she was plunged into all the horrors her world had to offer. A weak child dies quickly; such was the way of things. Before her first year of life was over, half of her siblings were gone. By Her second year, only three others remained. Within the Third year, she was the only one left, and her parents had birthed a new litter of children. This marked when she began learning to hunt, to fight, as another strong arm of the tribe. With each passing year, she grew stronger, faster and more skilled. By 8, she was now fully mature, for her race grows much faster than mankind, and now had become an adult in the eyes of her people.
While not the greatest warrior of her tribe, she was certainly a talented huntress, and her skills earned her some of the best choices for mates, other strong men whom had proven themselves by surviving the most ferocious of beasts. She herself has born two litters of children, none of whom survived more than a few years. Though the loss is tragic, Ix shed no tears. Death was commonplace, and any too weak to survive were not worth wasting ones time mourning.
By her 20th year, Ix was now the veteran huntress of her tribe, having managed to outlive all others who had surpassed her in skill. While foraging for fresh water, Ix stumbled upon an ancient cavern, one that had managed to survive untouched for Epoch after Epoch, only now uncovered by the chance happenings of seismic upheaval. It was a veritable time capsule to the first age of Athas, the time before the world died.
In this chamber, was a symbological rune, one left dormant, tapped into the lay lines of magic throughout creation. It was breathtaking in its complexity, a feat of magical understanding which had likely taken decades to properly construct. All of this was lost on Ix, whom saw it as a safe place to rest for the night. It is unlikely she could comprehend events as they started to unfold around her, the runic circle springing to life at the presence of one of the Athasian, people, even one so greatly changed by millennia. It erupted with energy becoming a bridge, a gate along the Lay lines. She was Catapulted from her home, and set adrift on the rivers of magical energies.
She washed ashore only an instant later, but far flung from her home. She had come to earth, and what she found here was paradise. She had landed in South America, and found it to be a place of beauty beyond words. Life was everywhere here, abundant beyond measure. She’d never even seen a single green plant in all her life, yet here it stretched beyond the horizon. After her initial excitement faded, she fell back on old instincts, setting a territory for herself and protecting it against dangers. While most of the native species proved harmless, she found there was one which proved a bit more challenging. They looked much as she did, but were far weaker. They could not heal from injuries like she could; they seemed oblivious to their senses. Yet, they had one thing. Machines, weapons and other gifts of their science, which made up for their less then imposing physical abilities. She was driven out of her territory after having killed several of the earthlings.
Thus began a cycle, which lasted for months. Ix would move into an area, defend her new territory against humans, and be ultimately driven out by them. But do not make the mistake of believing that this huntress was a mere brute. Just as a wolf can single out the weakest member of a herd, she could spot the patterns in the human’s behavior. One thing she noticed was response time and strength of their assaults was variable. Attack a village, and military forces would descend within days. A cartel of smugglers, drug dealers or bandits, however, would seldom merit the same response if she killed them so as to claim their territory. Thus, did she learn our morality. Not out of any philosophical drives or motivations, not because she wished to understand them. As was her way, she learned how humans worked because in doing so, it made her better able to survive.
Age: 21
Character Type: Athasian
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Height/Weight: 6’2”/ 162lbs
Appearance:
Personality: While human in appearance, Ix is not at all human in mindset. Yes, she possess the same capacities for logic, reasoning, planning and forethought. But she views the world in different terms. Her thoughts are always geared towards survival. There is no ‘if’ within her mindset, no doubts or distractions. Only solid facts, goals, and the ways to meet them. Her people approach problems in a direct manner. The idea of giving up, of abandoning a task unfulfilled, is almost totally beyond their ability to grasp. To a human, she appears angry at virtually all times. And while she does get angry, most of the time, her mind set is more of a stubborn determination. Humans argue by presenting arguments, opinions and perspectives, trying to change the mind of the other. Athasians argue by screaming, brawling until one side finally yields. This, in short, sums up her viewpoint on the world.
Likes: Strong Men, Hunting, Earth, Cheesecake
Dislikes: Bugs, Rules/ Bureaucracy, Pollution, Soda, winter, Hippies, Guns
Strengths: Absolutely Relentless, near universal resistance to injury, Effective Combatant
Weaknesses: Bronze age technological understanding, Poor tactical skills, Poor Social skills, easily provoked, unskilled at ranged combat
Powers/Weapons:
Super-Strength: While only somewhat above average for her people, by earth standards, Ix is incredibly strong. She can lift approximately 10 tons.
Regeneration: Ix’s body recovers with a great degree of efficiency, allowing her to heal from wounds which would be fatal to most other species. While the Speed at which she recovers is greater than humans, it is still slower than many others, taking a day or more to recover from injures. That said, it takes the most traumatic damage to actually kill her. She’s survived being torn in half, repeatedly, and been back on her feet in under a week.
Survivalist Species: The Natives of Athas have evolved to endure the most extreme conditions under which life can exist. They are extremely resistant to disease and toxins, can endure extreme temperatures, and are almost insusceptible to radiation. Their bones are nearly as strong as military grade steel, while their skin is able to repel small caliber rounds. While immune to very little, they are resistant to nearly everything that one could conceivably throw at them. Even magic has proven to be of limited effectiveness against them. And Ix is no exception.
The Knell: When a human is pressed to their limits, they can tap into their adrenal system to gain a short term boost to their body, at the cost of causing damage to their internal systems which take time to recover. While Ix’s species has a similar system, it is much more developed and focused. They can activate it at will, setting in their minds a single task to accomplish. After doing so, their conscious minds are subdued, while the more animalistic parts take over. After doing so, they will then peruse their goal to the exclusion of all else, and cannot exit the state until they succeed. Strength, speed and reflexes are all sharply increased in this state, while Pain and exhaustion are suppressed entirely. While potent, it is not an ability to be abused. With no way of ending the state after locking into it, Ix could potentially keep going till she drops dead from fatigue or injuries. Many of her kind simply starve to death, or succumb to thirst. Worse, they kill without thought, viewing anything which stands in their path as a hindrance to their goal, even a friend trying to force them to eat.
Heightened Senses: Ix’s five senses are somewhat sharper than humans, though not extraordinarily so. It is less to do with being able to detect things that humans cannot, but rather, the ability to not filter out sensory information which would otherwise be overlooked.
Master Brawler: Though not formerly trained, Ix is the survivor of hundreds of life and death battles, having been tempered in the fires of her home world. While her fighting style is neither elegant nor does it have the disciplined precision of Earthly combat techniques, it is nearly unmatched in its brutality and ferocity. Even veterans of combat should be wary about getting close, though by keeping a good defense and a level head, one can avoid the worst of it.
Expert Hunter: Ix is a very skilled hunter, and can trail her prey under even the most difficult conditions Earth has to offer, stalking them as long as need be before going in for the kill.
History: In these early days of creation, Athas was a planet of unbridled beauty. The weather was pleasant, the air sweet, the worlds surface covered by stunningly beautiful plant life, breathtaking oceans. Its people were scholars, devoting themselves not towards science, but towards magic. They sought to understand the nature of the mythic forces which spread through the corners of the universe. While their skills were all but unmatched, it would prove useless against the threat which they found themselves faced with.
The World Eater, Galactus, descended towards them with little warning, intent on consuming the biosphere of the planet. For all the arcane might they posed, the peoples of Athas could do little to stay the hand of a being infused with the very Power Cosmic. In a bid to save themselves, they played a desperate gambit, a single act of magic so great that the aftershocks of it can still be felt. They drained the very soul of their world, the essence of life itself, and focused it into a single beam of unbridled energy. Though it to failed to impact Galactus, he did divert from his path. Their weapon was the very thing he’d come to consume, and having been fed, there was not enough energy left on the world to justify imbibing it.
Their world was saved, but the costs were beyond measure. They had ripped into the spirit of their world, tormented it and drained nearly all of what was there. Athas, their world, grew weak. The Beautiful jungles withered to nothing, the seas dried up. The skies overhead thinned, the land burning under the harsh rays of the sun. The earth itself was broken and unstable, racked by terrible tremors which rose up mountains tens of miles in height, only to have them crumble again as the tectonic forces reverberated through the world. Their spellcraft had scarred the world itself, storms of raw and chaotic magical energies erupting without warning and tearing through the land. The change was not instantaneous, but slow, taking several generations.
The Peoples of this world suffered for their crimes against the world which had birthed them. Famine, Pestilence and death were all too common, resources evaporating into nothing. Their command over magic could do little, they grew weak. With each generation, their numbers dwindled. It Seemed Athas was dead.
But, Life is resilient. Life will cling to any scrap it can and survive, suffering any indignity and pain, bearing any pain even for just a few moments more of existence. Those that survived did so by being brutal and cruel, abandoning all of their former culture, becoming savages and raiders, hunters. They survived, while all others perished. Other species did much the same, the once small and harmless creatures quickly dying out, while the stronger species endured and thrived.
With the Passing of Ages, Athas changed entirely. It was not a world of scholars and culture and magic any longer. Athas was a place of pain, anguish, suffering and survival. Through acidic rains and volcanic blasts, life trudged on. Its people evolved to survive at all costs, to be as relentless and strong as needed to eek out existence on this hellscape. Other species advanced, growing smarter and wiser, fanning out to the stars in spacecraft. The Athasians had none of that. Being smarter was of little use where whether you live or die often comes down to pure chance and your own grit. It was now a world where you had to be sharp if you were to live.
Through this, Athas was reborn. When other species, carried in their starships, descended to the surface, few seldom lived, and those that did knew to never go back. Visitors were not welcome here; they were all too soft, too fragile to walk upon the surface of Athas. And Soft things are easy prey.
Ix was born upon this world, part of a litter of 15 children; all of them part of a larger tribe, whom made their living as nomadic hunters, following the migrations of the great beasts which stampeded over mountains and deserts. From before she could even walk, she was plunged into all the horrors her world had to offer. A weak child dies quickly; such was the way of things. Before her first year of life was over, half of her siblings were gone. By Her second year, only three others remained. Within the Third year, she was the only one left, and her parents had birthed a new litter of children. This marked when she began learning to hunt, to fight, as another strong arm of the tribe. With each passing year, she grew stronger, faster and more skilled. By 8, she was now fully mature, for her race grows much faster than mankind, and now had become an adult in the eyes of her people.
While not the greatest warrior of her tribe, she was certainly a talented huntress, and her skills earned her some of the best choices for mates, other strong men whom had proven themselves by surviving the most ferocious of beasts. She herself has born two litters of children, none of whom survived more than a few years. Though the loss is tragic, Ix shed no tears. Death was commonplace, and any too weak to survive were not worth wasting ones time mourning.
By her 20th year, Ix was now the veteran huntress of her tribe, having managed to outlive all others who had surpassed her in skill. While foraging for fresh water, Ix stumbled upon an ancient cavern, one that had managed to survive untouched for Epoch after Epoch, only now uncovered by the chance happenings of seismic upheaval. It was a veritable time capsule to the first age of Athas, the time before the world died.
In this chamber, was a symbological rune, one left dormant, tapped into the lay lines of magic throughout creation. It was breathtaking in its complexity, a feat of magical understanding which had likely taken decades to properly construct. All of this was lost on Ix, whom saw it as a safe place to rest for the night. It is unlikely she could comprehend events as they started to unfold around her, the runic circle springing to life at the presence of one of the Athasian, people, even one so greatly changed by millennia. It erupted with energy becoming a bridge, a gate along the Lay lines. She was Catapulted from her home, and set adrift on the rivers of magical energies.
She washed ashore only an instant later, but far flung from her home. She had come to earth, and what she found here was paradise. She had landed in South America, and found it to be a place of beauty beyond words. Life was everywhere here, abundant beyond measure. She’d never even seen a single green plant in all her life, yet here it stretched beyond the horizon. After her initial excitement faded, she fell back on old instincts, setting a territory for herself and protecting it against dangers. While most of the native species proved harmless, she found there was one which proved a bit more challenging. They looked much as she did, but were far weaker. They could not heal from injuries like she could; they seemed oblivious to their senses. Yet, they had one thing. Machines, weapons and other gifts of their science, which made up for their less then imposing physical abilities. She was driven out of her territory after having killed several of the earthlings.
Thus began a cycle, which lasted for months. Ix would move into an area, defend her new territory against humans, and be ultimately driven out by them. But do not make the mistake of believing that this huntress was a mere brute. Just as a wolf can single out the weakest member of a herd, she could spot the patterns in the human’s behavior. One thing she noticed was response time and strength of their assaults was variable. Attack a village, and military forces would descend within days. A cartel of smugglers, drug dealers or bandits, however, would seldom merit the same response if she killed them so as to claim their territory. Thus, did she learn our morality. Not out of any philosophical drives or motivations, not because she wished to understand them. As was her way, she learned how humans worked because in doing so, it made her better able to survive.