Post by Syrah on Jul 22, 2008 9:03:42 GMT -6
Syrah Vitnerson (Age 27)
The raven haired Syrah is a native Martian with a dancer's build. Her passion and occupation find her usually dressed in the fake leather of a pressure-suit or the combat fatigues of mission professional. Her Cyberntic left arm was left without synth-skin, making her semi-mechanical nature as clearly visible to those who miss her bright green artificial eye.
Syrah does her best to be cold and professional, and is usually successful at it. She knows all to well that in her line of work, the passionate tend to get themselves killed. Although she's not opposed to bloodshed, even killing, she makes it a point to move threw her jobs with as little of it as posable, for her own safety if nothing else.
Syrah was born on the slopes of Olympus Mons, the second child of a mining contractor and his stay-at-home wife. A bad girl from the beginning, she became far to interested in all the wrong things, with guns and motorcycles being the worst on her mom's list. Little might have come of it, however, had the mining town not been subject to a 'hostile takeover' by the Praxis Corporation. When the bullets started flying, Syrah, halfway across town, took to her bike and ran. By the time she returned 10 hours later, her house was obliterated and her father lay dying. She held him as the light went out of his eyes. She never found the rest of her family, least not enough to identify.
Vitals (Vital rank: 1 + 1 XP)
Health: 30 (1 XP)
Effort: 30
Defense: 3
Action: 0
Perks:
Gunslinger (Theme) (0 XP)
Steel Horse Rider (Theme) (1 XP)
Digital Vision (+2 TP for Sight based attacks) (2 XP)
Perk/flaw pairs (2 pairs) [1 XP per pair]
Cybernetic (+2 TP for Parry/Block, +2 TP for precise attacks, +6 from Electrical, -6 Karma per week)
Karma: 0
Items:
The quiet hum of the electric motorcycle was drowned out by swift movement of the thin air around Syrah's frame. She was lost in the serenity of a long bike ride down the Valles Marineris frontage highway, a pink and red sunset illuminating her back. As it threatened to get to dark to see, she swung the bike in to the parking lot of a wayside tavern. She dismounted the bike and pulled off her helmet, letting her midnight hair fall down on to the leather jacket. Stowing the helmet, she make her way inside the treated quick-wood building. She glanced around the room as she set herself down at the bar. There was a handful of young farmer's sons, most of them already on their second or third beer. She wondered which one she'd have to put down later tonight so they'd leave her alone.
Minerva Syrah (Age 16)
Minerva is a short but well built woman, her shoulders developed from years of swinging too heavy of a sword. Following her departure from the Oracle, she has taken to more of a monk's clothing, rather then the restrictive flowing robes she previously wore. Even still, the white of her clothes show a shocking contrast to her dark hair and unnatural eyes.
Minerva is short and direct, sometime to the point of rudeness. Her abilities often lead her to gather another's point well before their done explaining it, and such long-winded statements can leave her frustrated. Growing up in the temple had helped stem her pride, but has otherwise left her with few other good social skills.
Syrah was left as an orphan before she reached her first year. Raised in the Oracle, she was quickly identified as having strong potential as a seer, an increasingly necessary occupation as times grow more difficult. Syrah herself, however, always showed more of a preference to martial skills, stealing off time when she could to study under the swordsmen of Calando. By the time she came of age, she had garnered the nickname 'Minerva'. Resent visions have convinced her to leave the security of the temple grounds to seek her destiny elsewhere.
Vitals (Vital rank: 1 + 0 XP)
Health: 18
Effort: 24
Defense: 3
Action: 2
Perks:
Seer (Theme) (0 XP)
Spellsword (Theme) (1 XP)
Precognitive Reflexes (+2 TP attacking a Defending Opponent) (2 XP)
Precognitive Defense (+6 Defense against Parried Attacks)
Karma: 0
Items:
Syrah's attention was on a bird high in the city as she stepped out of the shop and on to the street ahead of her. In an instant, she felt her future-self being slamed, thrown and trampled. She reacted instinctively, throwing herself back against the shop wall. She was just in time as a run away cart lead by two spooked horses wiped past her. She grapped the cart as it flew by, lifting herself off the ground. She felt the need to stop this thing before somebody was hurt. Syrah looked up as her vision flashed. In 20 seconds, she'd be to late.
The raven haired Syrah is a native Martian with a dancer's build. Her passion and occupation find her usually dressed in the fake leather of a pressure-suit or the combat fatigues of mission professional. Her Cyberntic left arm was left without synth-skin, making her semi-mechanical nature as clearly visible to those who miss her bright green artificial eye.
Syrah does her best to be cold and professional, and is usually successful at it. She knows all to well that in her line of work, the passionate tend to get themselves killed. Although she's not opposed to bloodshed, even killing, she makes it a point to move threw her jobs with as little of it as posable, for her own safety if nothing else.
Syrah was born on the slopes of Olympus Mons, the second child of a mining contractor and his stay-at-home wife. A bad girl from the beginning, she became far to interested in all the wrong things, with guns and motorcycles being the worst on her mom's list. Little might have come of it, however, had the mining town not been subject to a 'hostile takeover' by the Praxis Corporation. When the bullets started flying, Syrah, halfway across town, took to her bike and ran. By the time she returned 10 hours later, her house was obliterated and her father lay dying. She held him as the light went out of his eyes. She never found the rest of her family, least not enough to identify.
Vitals (Vital rank: 1 + 1 XP)
Health: 30 (1 XP)
Effort: 30
Defense: 3
Action: 0
Perks:
Gunslinger (Theme) (0 XP)
Steel Horse Rider (Theme) (1 XP)
Digital Vision (+2 TP for Sight based attacks) (2 XP)
Perk/flaw pairs (2 pairs) [1 XP per pair]
Cybernetic (+2 TP for Parry/Block, +2 TP for precise attacks, +6 from Electrical, -6 Karma per week)
Karma: 0
Items:
The quiet hum of the electric motorcycle was drowned out by swift movement of the thin air around Syrah's frame. She was lost in the serenity of a long bike ride down the Valles Marineris frontage highway, a pink and red sunset illuminating her back. As it threatened to get to dark to see, she swung the bike in to the parking lot of a wayside tavern. She dismounted the bike and pulled off her helmet, letting her midnight hair fall down on to the leather jacket. Stowing the helmet, she make her way inside the treated quick-wood building. She glanced around the room as she set herself down at the bar. There was a handful of young farmer's sons, most of them already on their second or third beer. She wondered which one she'd have to put down later tonight so they'd leave her alone.
Minerva Syrah (Age 16)
Minerva is a short but well built woman, her shoulders developed from years of swinging too heavy of a sword. Following her departure from the Oracle, she has taken to more of a monk's clothing, rather then the restrictive flowing robes she previously wore. Even still, the white of her clothes show a shocking contrast to her dark hair and unnatural eyes.
Minerva is short and direct, sometime to the point of rudeness. Her abilities often lead her to gather another's point well before their done explaining it, and such long-winded statements can leave her frustrated. Growing up in the temple had helped stem her pride, but has otherwise left her with few other good social skills.
Syrah was left as an orphan before she reached her first year. Raised in the Oracle, she was quickly identified as having strong potential as a seer, an increasingly necessary occupation as times grow more difficult. Syrah herself, however, always showed more of a preference to martial skills, stealing off time when she could to study under the swordsmen of Calando. By the time she came of age, she had garnered the nickname 'Minerva'. Resent visions have convinced her to leave the security of the temple grounds to seek her destiny elsewhere.
Vitals (Vital rank: 1 + 0 XP)
Health: 18
Effort: 24
Defense: 3
Action: 2
Perks:
Seer (Theme) (0 XP)
Spellsword (Theme) (1 XP)
Precognitive Reflexes (+2 TP attacking a Defending Opponent) (2 XP)
Precognitive Defense (+6 Defense against Parried Attacks)
Karma: 0
Items:
Syrah's attention was on a bird high in the city as she stepped out of the shop and on to the street ahead of her. In an instant, she felt her future-self being slamed, thrown and trampled. She reacted instinctively, throwing herself back against the shop wall. She was just in time as a run away cart lead by two spooked horses wiped past her. She grapped the cart as it flew by, lifting herself off the ground. She felt the need to stop this thing before somebody was hurt. Syrah looked up as her vision flashed. In 20 seconds, she'd be to late.
