Psihawke
This page is a work in progress. The biography is in the process of being written and edited. 4 chapters are up. More will be added soon! Stay tuned!
"I do pledge to serve the king, his edicts, and his orders. I swear to protect Kri'asra, its people, and the peace that it stands for. I will willingly sacrifice myself for the good of the Nes'itri" -Kri'asran Oath of Fealty
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| Player: @rumdumconundrum | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| An ex-royal guard with an oath to fulfill | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Character Build | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Class Focus: | Melee DPS | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Power Level: | 29 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Research & Development: | Science | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Biographical Data | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Real Name: | Tyr'ai | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Known Aliases: | None | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gender: | Female | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Species: | Nes'itri | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Ethnicity: | N/A | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Place of Birth: | Ryaida, Hir'ta Province | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Base of Operations: | Millenium City | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Relatives: | Mother and Father (Identities Unknown) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Characteristics | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Age: | 20 earth years | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Height: | 5'6" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Weight: | 135 lbs | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Eyes: | Black sclera, pink pupil | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Hair: | Fuchsia and black | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Complexion: | Grey | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Physical Build: | Slim | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Physical Features: | Confidential | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Neutral Good | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Unknown | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Identity: | Known | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Years Active: | 2 years | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Citizenship: | Confidential | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Occupation: | Investigator | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Education: | Royally trained and educated | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Marital Status: | Single | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| telekinesis, telepathy, energy manipulation | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Her psychic blades: Hur'po and Nier'ti | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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I'm not really sure where I came up with this character, to be honest. It's just a concept that popped into my head at one point, and the idea began to take form from there. Over time, bits and pieces of character and inspiration filtered in. I'm proud of my creation, and I hope that she will continue to grow and develop into an example to all!
This list will continue to grow as I continue to RP this character and watch her develop naturally. The list so far:
- Starfire (General Mannerisms)
- Psilocke (Name and powers)
These themes may change at any time, during any phase of development.
[1] - Psihawke's main theme. A quirky and powerful theme with a strong beat backed with ethereal vocals. A song that illustrates that though she may be foreign to her surroundings and to the people around her, she will not hesitate to fight for and defend what and who she believes in.
[2] - Psihawke's meditation theme. A beautiful and ethereal melody that is filled with both hope and mystery, it embodies her carefree and kind nature, along with making allusions to her uncertainty of her fate.
[3] - Psihawke's memories theme. This is more of a theme for when she's just hanging out with friends or reminscing. Both somber and hopeful, the backing vocals voice a feeling of detachment and sadness over her home planet's situation, while the main vocals are full of strength and conviction, promising that she will be back to free her people.
This section will be divided into separate chapters, each numbered and titled. It's a long one, but I promise, it's worth it! (Note: All dialogue will be translated to the equivalent English, except for where an equivalent doesn't exist)
Born on the planet Kri'asra, Tyr'ai was a precocious child with a natural talent for telekinesis. As most Nes'itri were able to lift, at most, very small objects at birth, Tyr'ai was able to lift boulders with ease.
Her talents caught the eye of the Yri'tan, or secret police, who enrolled her in a special training course that was given by the Gresda, the governing body of Kri'asra. If she passed the test, she would go on to be trained as a Yerisda, an elite guard of the royal palace.
Tyr'ai not only passed, but excelled at each test, making her a prime candidate for training.
Tyr'ai's childhood from then on out consisted of rigorous mental, physical, and spiritual training so she could better serve the royal family however she could. Over time, she climbed the ranks of the trainees, gaining the attention of her superiors.
Impressed with her abilities and drive, the Prince called her for an audience. He told her that there was a band of revolutionaries in a nearby town that were planning a revolt. He needed her to quell the revolt by any means necessary.
She headed out to the town, gathering intel from various other Nes'tiri through telepathy. Eventually locating a messenger, she tracked him to their base. Deciding to try a peaceful solution first, she called to one of the guards, asking for an audience with their leader. She said she was an envoy of the Gresda and she wanted to negotiate.
As the guard led her into the makeshift base, he stopped at a large metal door. He gestured for her to go inside.
Inside the room, a large Nes'itri sat at the end of a long table, his bodyguards seated on either side. Tyr'ai surmised that this was the rebel's leader, and greeted him respectfully. As she was speaking with the leader, negotiations seemed to be going well. However, as time went by she could've sworn she sensed something large approaching.
Suddenly realizing what the danger she was sensing was, she immediately shielded herself and those at the table with a telekinetic shield, the base immediately shattering around them in a blast of flames. Someone was destroying the base!
Destroying all the incoming missles that she could, she escorted the remaining rebels to a nearby bunker. Concluding that the explosives had come from the capital due to the contrail patterns left behind, Tyr'ai formed a small platform of mental energy beneath her feet and sped off, heading back the way she came.
Tyr'ai arrived at the gates to find the palace in chaos. Guards were killing other guards, cutting each other down and flinging each other around telekinetically. Weaving her way through the carnage, she quickly made her way to the throne room.
Charging into the room, she observed a procession of the training proctors being led by the Prince to the throne where the King sat. “Why do you do this, my son? Why do you betray me? Why do you betray your subjects? Why do you betray your world?” the king boomed furiously.
“Because, father,” the prince replied calmly, “You are unfit to rule. Your cowardice in signing that treaty dishonored Kri'asra and our ancestors.” The prince motioned to one of the proctors. “Return the honor to this estate, if you will, Eit'ra.”
“By your command, my lord.” the proctor replied as he slowly walked toward the throne, conjuring his mental blade.
Tyr'ai instinctively charged at the proctor, telekinetically slamming him out the window, and halting in front of the procession with blades drawn.
“You traitorous cur! You will not harm the king!” Tyr'ai hissed, glowering at the prince. The proctors immediately conjured their blades, but were called off by the prince, who suprisingly only smiled.
“Ah, Tyr'ai, the most promising of the recruits. It is... unfortunate that you had to see this.” he smirked, “And here I had planned to make you my queen.”
“W-what?” she stammered, her stance faltering for a second “Queen?”
“Of course,” he grinned as he walked towards her, arms open, “Why do you think I chose you to be my envoy of change?”
Tyr'ai gritted her teeth, tensing as the prince approached. “Then why would you try to bomb me?”
The prince stopped, his hand curling under his chin in a thoughtful pose. “Now THAT is a good question. I don't recall making the order to launch a preemptive strike on the base. Would you happen to know anything about that, Nyr'is?” He turned to one of the proctors and walked towards her. “Didn't YOU want to be my queen?”
“My lord?” the proctor flushed and stammered, “What-”
“I'm the prince!” the prince shot back “I have eyes and ear everywhere!” He conjured up a psionic dart which he fired directly at Nyr'is's skull, her body convulsing for a few second before collapsing. “Such is the fate of all who oppose me.” He immediately turned back to Tyr'ai, his face lacking any kind of emotion. “So, what do you say? I can give you power. Power to make this world a better place for all who live in it, like you always wanted. All you have to do is step aside.”
Do the ends justify the means? She wondered, holding her stance. The death of one to possibly save or improve the lives of millions, maybe more. But how do I know I can trust him? He's shown that he doesn't value life in the slightest anyway.
“No” Tyr'ai replied, “Though the treaty may have been mortifying to our people, it brought some semblance of peace to Kri'asra. What you're planning will only destabilize what little order and tranquility we have left and plunge us into another interplanetary war! I swore an oath to protect Kri'asra, and I am bound by that oath. I will not allow you to needlessly endanger our people!”
The prince was taken aback by this response, but regained his composure and laughed, “You think that this peace is real? It's only a temporary calm. The treaty is hardly anything more than symbolic agreement. They can attack us again whenever they feel like it! This “peace” is a tyrannical boot on our people, a looming threat that assumes that they'll keep their word! Well, I've seen how trustworthy they are, and I'm not going to wait for them to attack us first. Now stand aside, or I shall strike you down!”
Now it was Tyr'ai's turn to grin. “Try it.” she smirked.
“Very well” The prince sighed as he telekinetically lifted Tyr'ai off the ground, and began to slam her against the floor repeatedly. Her pained shouts of frustration and anguish echoed through the halls as she tried in vain to break his grasp upon her. After a few minutes of this humiliation and torture, the prince released his hold upon Tyr'ai, her quivering body falling to the floor, bloodied and broken, but alive.
"Now that that unpleasant business has been taken care of," the prince grinned, flexing his hands, "I hereby take my rightful place as king." He immediately conjured up a psionic blade and sprang towards the king, embedding the blade into his crowned skull. The king's body flailed for a few seconds, then slumped over, dead.
The prince wordlessly lifted the king's body off the throne and placed it on the floor. He removed the crown that sat upon the brow of the deceased king, his hands shaking with anticipation. Walking slowly to the throne, he sat upon the seat, placing the royal crown upon his head. "The deed is done." he said solemnly, motioning to his entourage, "Please dispose of this trash. And as for Tyr'ai, have her taken to the dungeon. She will be publicly executed for treason at dawn."
"Yes, my lord!" two of the proctors bowed as they lifted Tyr'ai up, ignoring her pained moans, and carried her out of the main hall. The pain of her massive trauma combined with the movement of her captors proved too much for her. She slowly lost consciousness as the world around her faded.
As Tyr'ai regained consciousness, she slowly became aware of the predicament she was in. She anxiously opened her eyes, yet saw nothing but pitch blackness. Judging by the fact that her limbs were bound, she quickly surmised that she was being transported to her execution for defying the Prince's usurping the throne. Not good. I can't see anything, and I have no idea what time it is or how close we are to Yurien Square. she pondered, collecting her thoughts. I can try to use some clairvoyance, but surely the guards would know what I was attempting. I'm going to have to try to link minds with one who is less intellectually capable than I.
She quieted herself and tried to focus on the ambiance around her, hoping to pick up any sign of wildlife she could mentally utilize to visualize her surroundings. After what seemed like an eternity, she eventually heard the cry of a Gler'nis and immediately sent her consciousness out to seek the winged beast.
She quickly located it atop some nearby foliage and proceeded to enter its mind. If the purple and orange creature registered what was going on in its mind, it didn't show it. Images of a monochrome landscape filled Tyr'ai's vision. Spar y'a! Just my luck that the only wildlife I can find lacks the visual receptors to see the full spectrum. She sighed in frustration Oh well, no sense in bemoaning my predicament when I can't change it. Let's see if I can spot myself.
After a few seconds of intense concentration, she spots a cart being led by a full procession of legionaries. Hrm, that seems to be the most likely of transports. Now if only I can-. Her thought process is cut off as the sound of gunfire fills her ears. The shock interrupts Tyr'ai's concentration and she immediately loses her connection with her temporary mental host.
She feels the cart screech to a halt as she hears the legionaries try in vain to ward off the offensive. The cacophony of the brawl quickly subsides and leaves nothing more than a pensive silence and the distant sounds of voices of the attackers. Tyr'ai nervously shifts in her seat, uncertain of the intentions of the slayers of her captors. The voices grow louder as the raiders approach the coach, bickering with each other in a language that she swears she's heard before.
Her blindfold is violently removed as her vision quickly adjusts to the change in lighting. A humanoid creature holds her blindfold in one of its hands while another one of its hands reaches behind her and unties Tyr'ai's arms. Its 3 eyestalks survey their seized quarry with keen interest. This isn't good. A Ghuglar slaver. If I'm not to be killed, I'm to be enslaved then?
"Triy'kra iken istrit" the Ghuglar said to another Ghurglar in the raiding party, its voice harsh and guttural. It gestured towards Tyr'ai eagerly while two of its other hands rubbed together in greedy anticipation, "Jur-ken sha!" it chuckled to its compatriot.
"Yur'sen Jur-ken sha?!" the other said in what seemed to be shocked disbelief. He turned to the other raiders who were picking at the remains of the escorting guards. "Jur-ken sha!" he exclaimed as he gestured to Tyr'ai with barely-contained excitement.
Jur-ken sha... A fit female Tyr'ai could hardly disguise her disgust. Pru'seks. If they think I'll go easily, they're going to be disappointed. Tyr'ai attempts to make a move towards the nearest raider, but in her weakened state she is quickly overpowered.
As she collapses to the ground, her vision fades once again. As she drifts in and out of consciousness, the Ghurglar lift her up and proceed to carry her to their nearby shuttle.
Is this my fate...? From royal guard to plaything to the highest bidder? I... I need to do something... I will not... be... a... slave... Tyr'ai finally blacks out as she feels the shuttle roar to life and begin its trip with its precious cargo.
