Anthiara

[JesterJoker]

-=THE PLAYER BEHIND=-

Player Name: Ryan V
Player's Age: 8/23/1982
Player's Email: [e-mail]

Current Characters: Graham, Charlotte
Former Characters: Llewellyn (though I might revamp him)
Experience: 4? 5? 6? years .. could probably figure it out to within a year if I felt like it..
Familiarity: Collected the comics until .. #96 .. but still following through spoilers and reviews; trying to keep track of most of the MUCK's subplots; seen the main episodes of 2nd season SatAM

-=ANTHIARA=-

Character Name: Anthiara (Chia Moralan)
Character Species: Cybernetic Echidna... kinda...
Series/Origin: Original Character

Short Desc: A black-cloaked echidna with flexible metal hands, a purpleblue glare, and a pair of small, sharp heels.

Age: mid-30s
Apparent age: mid-30s
Gender: Female .. kinda ..
Height: Half a head shorter than average
Weight: Somewhat less than average Robomobian
Maximum lift:A little more than the female average
Class/Job: Assassin (former Technician)
Align: Lawful Legionnaire Evil
Group Affiliation:the Dark Legion

Science: Little less than average Technician: 25-40
*Magic: Nope. Never. Nada.
Soldier: A bit more than average Black Operative?: 40-55
*Psionics: Intimidation count? :>

Quotable Quote: You f--- with me, it'll be the stupidest thing you've ever done.
---Molly, Neuromancer

Weapons Carried:
Anthiara's hands alone could be considered weapons, and are often used as such if the enemy is near enough. Normally used to extract information with a throat-clutch or poke an opponent in a rather unpleasant place, her hands and fingers are metal and as flexible as hands made of flesh. The difference is the cold harsh feeling of the metal, and the dangerously sharp tips on her fingers. Beware; at random times, she places poison upon them, anywhere from a quick-kill to a mere tranquiliser.
Some foes choose to fight from a distance, however, and for these Anthiara has two scimitars prepared at Anthiara's sides, ready to be clutched in a near-second and razor-sharp as her finger's own tips. After a fateful outing with a misflung scimitar, though, she added a slight electromagnetic field to her hands, able to pull the scimitars back into her hands if the need arises.
The fields are only attuned to her hands, but not entirely perfected. Nothing's gone particularly screwy yet, but that could change with a skilled hit on just the right spot or an ill-timed malfunction.

-=SPECIAL SKILLS=-
Anthiara is a fountain of Mobian trivia, her earlier years spent in the Legion's databanks. She still spends some time in there; while her duties keep her in other pursuits, she tries to retain much of her knowledge. Much of this, however, is purely trivia - only a few of Mobius' races have the dubious honor of meeting her, and most of these are from the Floating Isle.
Anthiara also retains some of her technician experience - while it is not her main profession, Anthi still recalls and occasionally reaffirms her former duties. She is, after all, mostly a robotic body, and takes careful care of her new semblance of life.

-=SPECIAL ABILITIES=-
Magic? Psionics? Not Anthi.
For magic, she'd prefer a good blaster at her side.
For psionics, she's intimidating enough already - and that's withOut psychic powers.

-=SPECIAL WEAKNESSES=-
While a concentrated EMP burst could conceivably send Anthiara spiraling into a dull brainless stupor, lesser EMPs can temporarily cancel certain areas of her brain. While Anthiara's pain centers are reset to a more tolerable level at the beginning and ending of each day, there are times when the equipment is inoperable or she is forced to leave the base for an extended period of time. After that, even Anthiara's willpower can only go so far..
OOC: Is resetting a good idea? Would it beat her brain down in the long run, or would it enhance her resistance to EMPs? o.o Anthiara could control herself easily enough by herself - but this, if it wouldn't hurt in the long run, seems a good excuse.
Her hands have a pulsing of their own, coordinated with her scimitars' hilts. While the hilts themselves are not fragile, the pulse is; a simple swat could make the pulsing temporarily stop. In the center of her hands lies the pulses' origin; her hands are less fragile, but more dangerous ... if hit, the pulsing can backlash and shoot unintended waves to her brain. A swat here could make her wobble offkilter, but a more solid punch could make her unconscious, and a gunshot could even ... eh ... make there be no Anthiara no mo.
Anthiara has another weakness, but a much less exploited one. The eight tight bands around her dreadlocks, if ever removed, would likely disconnect her mind from her body. It seems likely that replacing them would reconnect her body and mind - but Anthiara is not particularly impatient to try, and anyone who messes with her bands can expect at least a bit of retaliation.

[JesterJoker]

-=BACKGROUND=-

Rebirth's Torment:

Her parentage perhaps signaled the path of Chia Moralan's life. The coupling of a black operative and a technician, Chia had been planned from long back. When she was birthed, she began as an introvert, a near-silent echidna tuned to the ways of the female technicians moreso than her father the ever-away black operative.
Her hatred of chameleons began early on, as young chameleons tormented the hooded echidna in her secluded areas of reading. Eventually Chia decided to stay indoors, and found other books .. and practice methods. Technicians' and doctors' efficiency was greater when pooled, and Chia used this to find dead chameleons and the rare captive, to study and practice. Everything was given scrutiny: their pressure points, their cloaking glands, their suction tips..
Chia's technician acquaintances, as downtrodden as the other females of the Legion and some as tormented by the chameleons as Chia had once been, installed mechanical flexible hands in Chia, the actual installation unknown to the males. With these, Chia brought a book to her same location and surprised the chameleons, as she was able to pinpoint their position and bring them down from the trees and force them to unconsciousness with startling speed. Her father watched this, and reported to his superior, who dismissed the female's newfound skill as mere luck.
Time passed; Chia's skills improved even further. Crocodiles, armadillos, even an excursion into the chameleon's very sanctuary that nearly cost Chia her life. Her father observed _this_, too; numerous chameleons had been injured before Chia was forced to retreat, and the sheer endurance of the female echidna swayed the superior to grudgingly give her the basics of echidna training.
Echidna training was not an easy task, and the superior had heightened the difficulty high enough that he was near entirely sure the female would not be able to pass it .. nor, he doubted, survive. Chia's father, however, threatened a superior or two, pulled a few strings, and allowed Chia to pass. He warned her that she was on her own from now on in, though - he explained to her that while doctors and technicians were allowed parental associations, soldiers and operatives were _not_. She suspected it had a bit to do with embarrassment and female underestimation, and still does .. but keeps the thought to herself nonetheless.
While Chia did not breeze through her training, she was not an entire slouch, either. She operated at a level somewhat less than that of the average Legionnaire - but anyone that mentioned it, be it face-to-face or behind her back, received a chilling purpleblue glare. Chia had the willpower to resist any fistfights, but came close numerous times. A certain male, watching the new trainees for reasons only known to himself, offered Chia a job .. a deal .. a mission.
If Chia would work as his personal assassin - a sort of side-job besides the official Legionnaire missions - he, Jaustan Chevaliar, would pull the proper strings to allow her to be trained in the ways of the black operatives .. the assassins. It took little thought for Chia to accept - she took the offer, and plunged herself in.
Chia learned more of the technique style she had learned herself - cloaking glands, armadillo shell cracks, spike sensitivity, antennae disruption and interference - and was able to finally put them to the test. While not horribly cruel unless the victim required it, Chia was an unpleasant opponent to those who found themselves facing her.
And then, Chia died .. in a way.
The gavial-crocodile-alligator was gigantic - a mutant of the swamp, a horrid threat to the Legionnaire base situated near it - and it was far too large to use too many troops upon. It was one of those strange creatures .. too big, too tough, but too easily put down .. and Chia was the one assigned to eliminate it.
Chia had by now designed a new weapon besides her razor fingers. These two new additions were two scimitars, less curved than most but still noticeable as scimitars. She thought she had mastered the weapon thoroughly .. but the battle with the reptile proved that she wasn't. To her ego and her credit, she defeated the reptile with a scimitar in its throat; the reptile, however, had deflected the other scimitar into _her_ throat.
The female echidna seemed at first to be entirely dead; after a few moments in the doctors' lab, she moved. Only her head .. while her body could feel the doctors, it could not be moved in reply. From some Jaustan-urging, her skill, and the overall good feeling toward the female from the doctors, a massive experiment took place.
Chia's body was removed, with her spine remaining .. and over her spine a chainmail-mesh robotic body would be placed. Her own nerves had been unable to work with her fleshly body - perhaps a robotic body could be placed over the still-functioning nerves? The experiment did succeed, to the surprise - and displeasure, to some - of many males, but sharp wires on her very spine itself did anything but feel pleasant.
It seemed at first that it had failed, that the body would not join with Chia. Further investigation showed this to not be the case - while it hadn't seemed to have bothered Chia, it was discovered that Chia's mind had blocked out the pain, and her subconscious instead had rejected the body. There seemed to be no way to join the body with Chia's mind, but Jaustan suggested a tactic, a tactic that ultimately saved the experiment.
Around Chia's eight dreadlocks, the doctors placed eight tight, constricting metal bands, not horrible for her appearance - almost adding to it, in a strange way - but horridly painful. It served as a more tangible pain, rather than the strange, detached pain of the chainmesh body. Small needles were poked through the bands, unknown to the scientists and engineered by Jaustan, with a drug whose effects were not entirely known, but somehow made Chia more loyal to Jaustan and to the Legion.
Chia Moralan was no longer Chia Moralan. Her body was lost, her life was lived in horrid pain, her parents had skittered away .. Chia, while still remaining in her mind, was no longer Chia. The almost-total cybernetic assassin chose a new name .. one that better reflected her after her multitude of changes.
The Saurians had a phrase: rebirth's torment. She had been tormented and rebirthed, rebirthed by torment, and tormented others.
The Saurians also had a word: Anthiara.