Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Damara's Character Den

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[Damara]

Neera Sol​

Age: 18
Race: Human
Place of Birth: Lutetia
Occupation: Proselyte

Wise. Perceptive. Thoughtful. Quiet. Strong. Patient. Peaceful. Persevering.

Neera's parents died in a fire when she was a small child, and she was left to be raised by her strict grandmother who made a point of teaching her that children were to be seen and not heard. During her time spent with the elderly woman, Neera adopted an attitude of quiet obedience, though it was clear that her thirst for knowledge was not something that could be quenched by even her grandmother's archaic standards. She was often buried in books both fiction and not, anything that could distract her from the loneliness that her cold grandmother often caused.

When the codger passed, she was brought to the Academy to be raised among her peers. During her time there, she has demonstrated significant aptitude in all of her studies, though she often kept to herself, speaking only when spoken to and engaging with others only when necessary.

Her grandmother's strict upbringing left it's lasting impression on her, so she continues to wear her cowl and head covering in addition to the mandated uniform. In spite of her shy demeanor, she does exhibit a genuine love for people, a quick wit, and even a taste of sarcasm. Her thirst for learning has only recently begun to transform into a desire for adventure.

 

[Damara]

Jaz Connor​

>/loginuid: SantanosMarco

[[[ID ACCEPTED. COMMAND: ]]]

>/start endynecor.exe

[[FETCHING SERVER INFO]]

>/serverinfo 132.121.67.8

[[PATCH IN?]]

>/y

[[[PATCHING endynecor.exe AT 132.121.67.8]]]

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>Files loaded, Loading images…
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….[[[ERROR-IMAGE CURRUPT]]] Reconnecting…
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>Reconstruction failure. Attempt re-reconstruction? Y/N

>/n

>Image Upload cancelled.

[[…HACKING…]]


[[…DECODING…]]


[[…VALIDATING…]]


Username: [[telsayj]]
Password: [[******]]

>Logging in…

>Welcome, Dr. Telsay! What can we assist you with?
1) Current Projects
2) Endyne Corp Relations
3) Last Page Visited
4) Corporate Ladder

>/1

>Loading Project: Reformation 01889…Please wait…
>Loading files 257/257 at 132 kb/s.
>…Done

[DETECTION ALERT: ISOLATING SOURCE]

>/init actscan

[[[DETECTION NEUTRALIZED. ACTIVE SCAN INITIATED]]]


>Project Name: 01889, ALIAS: Jaz Conner

Priority: A

Primary Capabilities: Demolition/ Genocide

Detained: No

Reformation Complete: In progress

Biography: Unknown birthday, believed to be three years of age upon arrival at Endyne Corp. Underwent a series of experimentations and alterations to physical self over a period of twelve years. Responsible for multiple deaths and millions of dollars in damage to various Endyne Facilities.

WARNING: SUBJECT IS VOLATILE. CAUTION IS NECESSARY DURING INTERACTION.

Appearance: !ERROR, IMAGE FILES CORRUPT. PRESS C TO CONTINUE

>/c


>Whereabouts: Unknown

>!WARNING: The following files are CLASSIFIED to all subjects below seclevel 8.2B. Enter passcode to continue.

>/init passcd.exe/burner

[[DESCRAMBLING PASSCODE…]]
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[[[…DONE. PASSCODE 180ALPHAlhBETA45c]]]

>/ 180ALPHAlhBETA45c

>Passcode accepted. Seclevel clearance ALPHA Granted.

> Warrant: Currently a Warrant out for recapture and reformation/completion of EXPERIMENT 01889. Subject is defective and dangerous. Considered hazard to public health. Subject’s capture originally lead by West, Matthew. Reassignment still underway.

> Equipment: 01889 utilizes electromagnetic fields via implants and internal metal plating. Charges of over 2300 volts initiate discharged force of up to 2000 megatons. Can regenerate at will. Is hyper-sensitive to stimuli.

> Uniform: Civilian garb

> Personality: WARNING: SUBJECT IS VOLATILE. USE CAUTION DURING INTERACTION.

[[CONSULT HALL OF RECORDS: i.e. JENNER, MARCUS FOR MORE INFORMATION]]

>!Continue to Analysis?

>/c


>Analysis: Dr. Marcus Jenner, PhD.
Experiment 01889 expresses extraordinary amounts of power, recommended that she is kept in a sedative state during studies and experimentation. Behavior is categorized as random and dangerous. Personality can only be adequately expressed when subject is fully awake, which is not recommended under any circumstances.

[[CONSULT HALL OF RECORDS: i.e. JENNER, MARCUS FOR MORE INFORMATION]]

>EXPERIMENT 01889 is one of 167 missing experiments, considered Priority A.

>/run shutdown.exe

[[[SHUTDOWN COMMENCING]]]

[[WIPING PRESENCE]]

[[[WARNING! DETECTION IMINENT! SHUTDOWN HALTED. ISOLATING…]]]

>Thank you for choosing Endyne, Dr. Santanos. Or, should we say, Miss Conner.

!.ENJOY YOUR TEMPORARY LIBERATION.!

[[CONNECTION SEVERED. DAMAGE: SEVERE. POWER SAVING MODE ACTIVATED]]

[[LOG TERMINATED]]​

Diary Entry: 25
Date: June 25, 2003

I took the opportunity to sit down with one of our Priority A experiments. This girl has been in our facility since she was very small, and has had numerous operations for the implantation of metal plates inside her arms and legs, and along her back and chest. Her heart is now powered by an electromagnet, which is the fuel for her catastrophic capabilities. Upon looking at her, however, it is hard to tell from outward appearances that the adolescent before my eyes has the capabilities of wiping out small populations in mere minutes.

The girl before me stands at almost six feet in height, yet she is emaciated from her innumerable operations and experimentations. Her features are sharp, angular, and her skin is nearly transparent it is so pale. She looks at me now with blue eyes, dull and unfocused from her sedative state. She has deep bruises beneath those glassy eyes, a symbol of her exhaustion. I may have to caution the lab techs responsible for her care. If she expires. . . it won't end well for anyone.

The crown of her head is covered in a thick mane of curly red hair that hangs to the middle of her back. It is unruly, unkempt, knotted in places, but still a vibrant fiery red. She is a beautiful specimen. It is a pity that she appears to be so very ill.

I tried speaking to the Experiment, but for the majority of the interview she was barely coherent. She couldn't respond to my questions, or refused to. I was starting to give up hope of her being intelligent at all, but protocol insisted that I cover all of the basics. When I asked her how she felt, however, there was a glimmer in her eyes, a glimmer I could only categorize as suppressed rage. She lifted that proud, angular chin of hers and glared at me, her thin lips curling into a snarl. She then spoke, her voice gravelly, low-pitched, and hoarse.

"I hurt, you heartless bastard." She spoke in a slur. It amazed me that she was making any sense at all, she had so much sedative pumped into her system. "Isn't that what you people want to hear? I hurt all the time, and nobody fucking cares." She smiled then, and I must admit, even in the public pages of this journal, that I found my heart skip a beat at that feral gesture. I was afraid of her. I realized that everyone needed to be afraid of her. This girl was capable of far too much. And what was worse was that she was obviously vengeful...

She wasn't finished there, however...

"I'll kill all of you." she told me, matter-of-factly. "You made one hell of a monster out of me, and one of these days you aren't going to be able to contain the beast anymore. That day, all of you will burn. I'll see to it personally." There was no more hint of a slur in her voice. She spoke plainly, and she was perfectly alert. I had risen to my feet, alarmed that she had put on a false display of inebriation. What was the purpose? Why did she behave in such a way?

When I asked her, she could only smile, her blue eyes darkening with hatred.

"Because I think it's high time you guys figured out that I'm a hell of alot smarter than you all think I am." she said, her voice dripping with contempt. I appeared impassive, even as her guard marched in and escorted me from the room. They gave her another dose of sedative, which knocked her out completely, and I was not permitted to view Experiment 01889 after that."


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Diary Entry: 29
Date: June 27, 2003

*The page in question is torn at the edges, charred, and covered in drops of unidentifiable fluids*

I don't know what happened. I can't even begin to imagine the kind of mistakes her guard made. That experiment, that 01889, has broken loose from her containment cell, and is running rampant on the grounds. Even now I can hear the screams of staff and other experiments as she sends her deadly electrical pulses flying all around her. The girl is in pain. I can hear her screams amongst the others. Fires have broken out all over the place, and the air is filled with the acrid stench of smoke, burning rubber and chemicals, and charred flesh.

I'm in my room, writing frantically so that others who find this might know who was responsible. This girl, this experiment. . .this monster. . .is loose. She's dangerous, volatile, deadly, and unstoppable. I hope she goes straight to hell where she belongs, where all of these accursed experiments belong.

There is silence now, safe the sounds of flames crackling and more agonized screams. I hear nothing of the girl. Yet, I can hear footsteps. Not heavy, but light footfalls. This one isn't wearing shoes. . .

Oh god *At this point there is a tear in the page, and ink-blots, indicative of a struggle*

To whoever happens to read this journal: I killed them all. What are you going to do about it?

~Jaz

 

[Damara]

Taylor Bessett

What do you see?

Not but a mortal

Calloused hands, and marred skin

Eyes that hide sorrows

A heart that yearns

What of this ranger, who hides behind walls, surrounding herself in solitude? What could she possibly have to hide?



Bravery in the face of Uncertainty.
Honor in the face of Death.
Integrity exchanged for Self Sacrifice.

When the line between good and evil becomes blurred...
When evil must be done for good to take hold...
Who is to judge the right and wrong way to go?​

Taylor was born in a small, nomadic village of clerics and other arcane magic wielders. The village, or clan of individuals, often found itself in conflict with other groups, struggling with raiders and rival villages who sought to exert power over others in violent ways. When she was a small child, her village was attacked, and her father sent her through a portal to an entirely unfamiliar country in an effort to save her. Sadly, shortly after her arrival she was picked up on the side of the road by a band of merchant renegades who intended to sell her for their own personal gain.

She spent the next several years forced to train with other young girls her age to fight using a wide variety of close-combat weapons. When the time came, she was pitted against other girls in gladiator-style spectator events for the entertainment of rich nobles in a well-maintained facility. The facility in question was well outside of the reach of anyone who might have the power to put a stop to the operation. The money was flowing, and the affluence was saturating, so people were happy to look the other way. After careful planning, Taylor managed to escape with nothing but the clothes on her back, riding a stolen horse for miles until she collapsed, exhausted, in the middle of a treacherous forest.

She was found by an elven Dragon breeder named Railynn Neyamateth, who took Taylor in and gave her a home, for all intents and purposes. She showed Taylor the woods, allowed her to work with the dragons, and taught her about healing herbs and poultices in exchange for Taylor’s services as a warrior. The young woman was instructed to guide villagers through the forest, well away from Railynn and her dragons, and she did so for a couple of years. Sometime later, a stranger stumbled upon Railynn’s home, requesting the services of one who would be interested in going on a grand adventure with promise of profitable reward at the end of it all. Railynn, who was gifted with a unique sense of insight, suggested the idea to Taylor.

The adventure in question took her and six others on a perilous journey, where they encountered magical swords and the spirits that possessed them. There was death and treachery, but there were friendships formed as well. Taylor found a dear friend in Enda, another warrior who was granted possession of one of the magical swords. The pair worked closely together for a long while before circumstances forced them to go their separate ways. In the end, the original task was successfully completed by the sword-wielders, and Taylor was left to go back to Railynn in possession of three of the famed swords. The experience had changed Taylor in a significant way. For so much of her life, she had been driven by her personal experiences, motivated by her own pain and loss. By now, she had come to realize that life was more than the past. Living and dying, friendships and love and loss were all parts of being human, and she needed to use that as a catalyst for moving forward, rather than letting it hold her back.

Taylor’s heart hurt most when it came to Enda, whom she hadn’t seen since their untimely separation. She eventually begged Railynn to help her find the other warrior, only to discover that she did in fact have a plan to help her do just that.

 

[Damara]

Current Residence: Westeria
Occupation: Odd jobs, Former starship mechanic for the TNG

Though young, Casey exhibits the valuable combination of wisdom and street smarts. She knows when to keep her nose where it doesn't belong, but isn't afraid to act if she feels there's something she can do to help someone. Given the rocky nature of where she currently lives, survival has become a skill set of hers as she navigates her late teen years in this hostile landscape.

Casey is a loyal friend, a tempered optimist, and has a warrior's spirit. Experiences she's had in such a short time have given her a simple appreciation for the life she has, and she's dedicated to helping herself and others move forward and succeed in whatever honorable endeavors they may have.

Casey doesn't know much about her family history, since she's spent most of her life amongst a group of rag-tag friends working in the shipyards and then living together in a small group. When everything wen to hell, she stayed behind because of those same friend's interests in fighting for the future of Westeria. Over the years, these friends were picked off by the various gangs that frequented the city, or succumbed to injury and illness, until it was just her and one friend left.

She does some humanitarian work when the situation calls for it, but other than that she is largely spending her time trying to survive the hostile landscape.