Post by Ninmast on May 18, 2012 3:08:29 GMT -5
Name: Setta Arhaim
Age: 15
Gender: Male*
*Setta's psionics and mutations mix to manifest as a bizarre, limited shapeshifting ability, which can permit him to, as a result, change gender. That is, in fact, one of the stipulations of the form, that it must be to the opposite gender of whatever his current form may be.
Race: Human of Catfolk descent
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Power Level: Mid-tier Medium (5)
Timeline: Medieval Fantasy
Appearance:
[Image]
Setta looks pretty much like your average teenage human, though his features are a bit more petite than common for males, especially considering his background. This is due to careful care for his own appearance related to his secret fascination, but his signature white hair and icy blue eyes are all natural. He -does- have an odd set of ears resembling a feline, but these are always kept hidden to the best of his abilities, usually via a hood. His clothes are basic and simple and he wears boots with an elevated heel to allow normal walking without sticking out, as he inherited his Catfolk ancestors' shortened calves.
Personality: Setta doesn't deal with other people well, but not for a lack of trying. Years of counting primarily upon himself has left him with the unspoken mindset that he's the only one that he can depend on, lending him a conceited air. He prefers quiet and to be left to his own thoughts and isn't big on sharing them with others, but this is mutual. To him, one keeps their thoughts to themselves. It is both rude and dangerous to share them freely.
History: Setta is from an area known locally only as the Wastes, past lands once rich in life, but turned to deserts. thousands of years or more in the past, magic ran rampant on a level rivaled only by modern day's weaponized nuclear fission. The fallout ruined the area and mutated what life strove to survive in it. Some of the most terrible monstrosities rampage in the depths of the Wastes and civilization does not venture deeper than some of the outermost territories, where monster presence is both light and physically small, at least compared to their cousins deeper in. Still, what civilization is present is nomadic in nature due to the scarcity of resources and to avoid larger predators, usually pulling tents to travel specifically in their wakes. A very few outposts on the very borders of the wastes are fortified around the rare water source, and are often considered desert territories rather than Wastes. All those outside the inner area of the desert and the Wastes, themselves, however, consider the people of the Wastes to be barbarians and primitives, beings less than human to be captured for slavery or otherwise treated as animals, partially due to the tendency of the inhabitants of the Wastes to develop mutations due to the arcane fallout that still plagues the area after so long, and to interbreed with the more intelligent creatures of the Wastes.
Setta had it worse, as, on top of being a Wastelander, his heritage was difficult to hide. If there was anything considered by Civilization to be less human than Wastelander humans, it was Wastelander half-breeds. While not truly a half-breed, only a descendant of one, they don't exactly ask him for certification. He would never be welcome as he was in so-called civilization and life in the Wastes, even on its fringes, was hard.
In the Wastes, society seems extremely patriarchal. When life and death is not just a danger, but a daily event, there is little room for consideration of women's suffrage. Men, being naturally stronger and hardier, did the hunting, foraging and scouting, while women stayed back at the camps to tend to the children, not only because someone needed to, but a clan without women or children was dead, and attrition was bad enough without putting them deliberately in harm's way, while a loss of a number of men would not meaningfully harm them in the long term. Growing up, especially with his abilities as they developed, Setta saw how women lived, fielded from danger by the men, protected by the men, fed and cared for by the expendable men, and seeds of envy planted themselves in his young heart. Life in the Wastes was hard for everyone, but to his eyes, women had it easier. Over time, this grew into a passion for disguise, particularly cross-dressing, which came in useful when needing to go into civilized areas.
His clan would eventually be wiped out by roving monsters, however, a catastrophe he survived only by pure good fortune and being very good at hiding in a rocky outcropping nearby. After the attack, he managed to wander into another group of nomads. This was lucky, but not overly unusual. The nomad clans of the Wastes are fluid, and always eager to take on numbers from decimated clans. They bolstered their own manpower and helped offset losses. It would be several years before he would again be separated from clansmen, this time by slavers.
Caught on scouting patrol, Setta and several others were captured by the slavers and taken to market. While the others were sold, as typical for male Wastelanders, as physical laborers, Setta's rather unique and eye-catching appearance lent him toward other positions, and he was sold to a wealthy family who thought a semi-intelligent pet would be a perfect gift for their youngest and most disconnected son. Surprising, despite Setta's claustrophobia and urbanophobia, the two hit it off remarkably well, but the boy's natural avoidance of the closed-in nature of the city, and of the mansion, however comfortable the latter may have been, kept eating at him until he convinced the other boy to let him slip into the city, at least for an afternoon, just to get some air.
Events progressed outside of his control that prevented him from returning from the fair he had gotten involved in, but eventually, he managed to assist in the resolution of those events and made his way back. His celebrity and personal wealth, neither intentionally sought nor gained by him, has acquired greater freedoms for him, and he no longer spends all his time locked up in the boy's mansion, but he braves the city on regular occasions to visit.
Powers: Setta is what is generally considered a wild psion. What this means is that, while most psychics train their minds extensively too utilize their talents, Setta manifests them naturally without training beyond simple experience. Though this means his range of abilities is nowhere near as broad as that of a traditionally-trained psion, they are generally considered more potent and more difficult for conventional espers to stop.
Specifically, Setta's abilities primarily manifest in the capacity to form, from sheer act of will, a weapon formed of semi-transparent green energy. The type of weapon formed does not matter so long as it is relatively simple without too many complex parts. Swords are easy, for example, and bows doable, but guns and explosives, primitive as they are in his time, are beyond his abilities. These weapons can be further charged so that they function as if they were enchanted in specific ways, and through bursts of psychic energy, he can disrupt the minds of those he strikes, decreasing functional levels or increasing damage via the nervous system.
Furthermore, due to a combination of his heritage and his esper abilities, Setta moves faster than a normal person. Much faster. In addition, he can disrupt enemy arcane wards and magical weaves, possibly due to his connection to the arcane fallout of the Wastes.
His combination of psychic abilities and mutations have also granted him the ability to alter his form, so long as the form is that of roughly the same size, humanoid and the opposite gender of his at the time of the transformation. This was unconsciously shaped by the seeds of envy he has developed.
Equipment: None but the clothes he wears on him. Despite his successes, the idea of living high and wastefully crosses him as stupid and suicidal, due to his life of living hand-to-mouth in the Wastes.
Weakness: His form is small and small-boned. He lacks mass and weapons other than his Mind Blade seem to lack force. He suffers from claustrophobia that makes it difficult to remain inside bordered places like cities or buildings for long periods of time due to the instinct of avoiding being trapped. Without proper footwear to compensate for his shortened calves, walking for long periods of time becomes incredibly painful.
Age: 15
Gender: Male*
*Setta's psionics and mutations mix to manifest as a bizarre, limited shapeshifting ability, which can permit him to, as a result, change gender. That is, in fact, one of the stipulations of the form, that it must be to the opposite gender of whatever his current form may be.
Race: Human of Catfolk descent
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Power Level: Mid-tier Medium (5)
Timeline: Medieval Fantasy
Appearance:
[Image]
Setta looks pretty much like your average teenage human, though his features are a bit more petite than common for males, especially considering his background. This is due to careful care for his own appearance related to his secret fascination, but his signature white hair and icy blue eyes are all natural. He -does- have an odd set of ears resembling a feline, but these are always kept hidden to the best of his abilities, usually via a hood. His clothes are basic and simple and he wears boots with an elevated heel to allow normal walking without sticking out, as he inherited his Catfolk ancestors' shortened calves.
Personality: Setta doesn't deal with other people well, but not for a lack of trying. Years of counting primarily upon himself has left him with the unspoken mindset that he's the only one that he can depend on, lending him a conceited air. He prefers quiet and to be left to his own thoughts and isn't big on sharing them with others, but this is mutual. To him, one keeps their thoughts to themselves. It is both rude and dangerous to share them freely.
History: Setta is from an area known locally only as the Wastes, past lands once rich in life, but turned to deserts. thousands of years or more in the past, magic ran rampant on a level rivaled only by modern day's weaponized nuclear fission. The fallout ruined the area and mutated what life strove to survive in it. Some of the most terrible monstrosities rampage in the depths of the Wastes and civilization does not venture deeper than some of the outermost territories, where monster presence is both light and physically small, at least compared to their cousins deeper in. Still, what civilization is present is nomadic in nature due to the scarcity of resources and to avoid larger predators, usually pulling tents to travel specifically in their wakes. A very few outposts on the very borders of the wastes are fortified around the rare water source, and are often considered desert territories rather than Wastes. All those outside the inner area of the desert and the Wastes, themselves, however, consider the people of the Wastes to be barbarians and primitives, beings less than human to be captured for slavery or otherwise treated as animals, partially due to the tendency of the inhabitants of the Wastes to develop mutations due to the arcane fallout that still plagues the area after so long, and to interbreed with the more intelligent creatures of the Wastes.
Setta had it worse, as, on top of being a Wastelander, his heritage was difficult to hide. If there was anything considered by Civilization to be less human than Wastelander humans, it was Wastelander half-breeds. While not truly a half-breed, only a descendant of one, they don't exactly ask him for certification. He would never be welcome as he was in so-called civilization and life in the Wastes, even on its fringes, was hard.
In the Wastes, society seems extremely patriarchal. When life and death is not just a danger, but a daily event, there is little room for consideration of women's suffrage. Men, being naturally stronger and hardier, did the hunting, foraging and scouting, while women stayed back at the camps to tend to the children, not only because someone needed to, but a clan without women or children was dead, and attrition was bad enough without putting them deliberately in harm's way, while a loss of a number of men would not meaningfully harm them in the long term. Growing up, especially with his abilities as they developed, Setta saw how women lived, fielded from danger by the men, protected by the men, fed and cared for by the expendable men, and seeds of envy planted themselves in his young heart. Life in the Wastes was hard for everyone, but to his eyes, women had it easier. Over time, this grew into a passion for disguise, particularly cross-dressing, which came in useful when needing to go into civilized areas.
His clan would eventually be wiped out by roving monsters, however, a catastrophe he survived only by pure good fortune and being very good at hiding in a rocky outcropping nearby. After the attack, he managed to wander into another group of nomads. This was lucky, but not overly unusual. The nomad clans of the Wastes are fluid, and always eager to take on numbers from decimated clans. They bolstered their own manpower and helped offset losses. It would be several years before he would again be separated from clansmen, this time by slavers.
Caught on scouting patrol, Setta and several others were captured by the slavers and taken to market. While the others were sold, as typical for male Wastelanders, as physical laborers, Setta's rather unique and eye-catching appearance lent him toward other positions, and he was sold to a wealthy family who thought a semi-intelligent pet would be a perfect gift for their youngest and most disconnected son. Surprising, despite Setta's claustrophobia and urbanophobia, the two hit it off remarkably well, but the boy's natural avoidance of the closed-in nature of the city, and of the mansion, however comfortable the latter may have been, kept eating at him until he convinced the other boy to let him slip into the city, at least for an afternoon, just to get some air.
Events progressed outside of his control that prevented him from returning from the fair he had gotten involved in, but eventually, he managed to assist in the resolution of those events and made his way back. His celebrity and personal wealth, neither intentionally sought nor gained by him, has acquired greater freedoms for him, and he no longer spends all his time locked up in the boy's mansion, but he braves the city on regular occasions to visit.
Powers: Setta is what is generally considered a wild psion. What this means is that, while most psychics train their minds extensively too utilize their talents, Setta manifests them naturally without training beyond simple experience. Though this means his range of abilities is nowhere near as broad as that of a traditionally-trained psion, they are generally considered more potent and more difficult for conventional espers to stop.
Specifically, Setta's abilities primarily manifest in the capacity to form, from sheer act of will, a weapon formed of semi-transparent green energy. The type of weapon formed does not matter so long as it is relatively simple without too many complex parts. Swords are easy, for example, and bows doable, but guns and explosives, primitive as they are in his time, are beyond his abilities. These weapons can be further charged so that they function as if they were enchanted in specific ways, and through bursts of psychic energy, he can disrupt the minds of those he strikes, decreasing functional levels or increasing damage via the nervous system.
Furthermore, due to a combination of his heritage and his esper abilities, Setta moves faster than a normal person. Much faster. In addition, he can disrupt enemy arcane wards and magical weaves, possibly due to his connection to the arcane fallout of the Wastes.
His combination of psychic abilities and mutations have also granted him the ability to alter his form, so long as the form is that of roughly the same size, humanoid and the opposite gender of his at the time of the transformation. This was unconsciously shaped by the seeds of envy he has developed.
Equipment: None but the clothes he wears on him. Despite his successes, the idea of living high and wastefully crosses him as stupid and suicidal, due to his life of living hand-to-mouth in the Wastes.
Weakness: His form is small and small-boned. He lacks mass and weapons other than his Mind Blade seem to lack force. He suffers from claustrophobia that makes it difficult to remain inside bordered places like cities or buildings for long periods of time due to the instinct of avoiding being trapped. Without proper footwear to compensate for his shortened calves, walking for long periods of time becomes incredibly painful.
