H̷͎͓̰̻̳̘̬̜̽͗͛̈́͌̈́̂̈́̈̈͌̕͝a̶̧̦̜̲̱̟͇̍͛́͛̈́̾̀̌͆̈́̄̌̈́.̶̢̻͙̪̮͉͕̣̱͎̖̯̞̺͚̈̆̊̉̒͑̐͝ ̶̡̧̡̛͍̦̹͓͉͇̼̦̺͖͂͗̅͑̇̇̾̔̈́̾̓͜͠Ḧ̴̢̱͕̲̥̩̫̩̼͈a̴̢͕̳̱̬͕͖̣̳̝̬̫̳̬͐̀̉̔͐̉̇̀̒͐̍̂̃̕ͅ.̶̡̨͉̼̤̥̱̯̊͝ ̷̯̯͍͇̳̦̫͕́Ḩ̶͕̪͖̱͙̈́̅̽̒̒̀̋͗͂̉͑́̅̇͜a̵̝͖͎̹͓͔͍̠͇̘̾͛̅͋͝.̴̡̺̝̠̺̺̹̭̯̲̙͖͍̝̻̎̈̋̈͊̾͊͊̃͑̒͐͒̔̕ ̴̢̘̖͓̪͊̓0̴̡̨̹͍͓͚̱͈̜̻̦͍̜͈͗́̏͗̓̋͘͝͝ͅ0̶̡̛͓̩͔̠̟̤͕̩̣̤̑̈́͌̀̂̀͊̄̅̉̚͜͝͝ͅ
̷̢̥̰͖̳̽̒̍̌̾̏̓̒͘
̸̨͔̣͚̙̓̅̔̈̅̀͛͗̑͑̀̀͘W̸͚͖̙̙̄̌̂͋͐͆͊̇̆͋̕͠ë̵͓̦͂̾̂̕ ̶̱̥̏w̴̡̗̦̼̟̩̺̝̞̤͇̋͋̄̀̅̈́̔̾͜ͅa̵͚̣̪̜̪̘̦̮̜͂̑͋̈̏̕ͅn̴̛̫͉̝͇̹̿̀̓͑͗̈́̽t̶͕̗̹͚̫̬͉͍̥͙͋ͅ ̶̰̻̠̤̙̻͗̏̍͆͠͝͝y̵͉͙͖͓̳̥̜̗͎̆̉͛̈́̈́̋̉͋̃̌͂̾̚̕͝ͅǫ̷̦̦͚̱͕̹́̌͒̓͂͂́́̍̐͐́̋̚̚û̷̙͒͌̓̂́͐̽̃̊̊̚͝ ̴̨̭̯̳̼͔̫̠̩͍̗̝́̄͊̃̕͜ͅd̶̞̲̹̎̒̀̔́̊͒̐͘e̵̱̗͉̐̆͒̑̾͑́̊̾̇͗̆̇̚͠a̷̟͉͑͛̔̈́̅͆̓͒̎̇̆͋̕͘ḓ̸̢̛̻̻̟̞̐̒͑̒̕ ̸̯̻̥̙̥̱̘̦̤͌͂͐̇̓̈́̾̐̀̌̃́͑̚͘m̸̗͌͑́̒̉̍́̈́͠ȍ̶̢̡̨͕̜̩͚̺̾̀̑͝ŗ̴̡̹̜̖̜̤̞̺̙̦͈͍̤́̓̎̈́́͑̀͜e̴̢̢̹̼͓̩̝̯͙̒͊̊̈́͐͘͘͜ ̴̛̼͎͒͋̅̋͛̒͌̋̈̾̽̚͝t̶͊̌̾̆ͅȟ̴̢̞͇̟̱̺̻̪̯̦͐͛̒͋̄̌̔̈̂́͛̌͛̕ẳ̷̛̲͙̳̭̩̰̻̻̺͇̜̫͋̀̉̾̈ņ̸͙͛͝ ̴̡̪͔̿̇̅̋̒͑́̈̏̌̌́̀á̶̡̧̞͕̳̱̺͓͍̉̔̐͑n̷̨̺̮͚͉͉̬̗̙͙̬̈͑̊͑̎̎̀̿͝y̴͈̼͙̻̩̺̎̈́t̸̪͇̥͍̎̾ḧ̵̬̙͔̟̪̦̺̔̽̆͋ỉ̷̛̟̹͔̝͉̫̝͑͗͝ņ̸̣̉̄͗̅̐͒̃́̉̽̓̐̚̕͝ģ̵͇̳̻͍̺͗̔̈̀̾́̏̍͝.̸̢̢̞̱͓̠̝̰̰̠̭̥̗̟̉̿̀̒̈̀̉
̷̨̛̭̠͇̗͍̘̬͇̑̏̊̌̓̎̔̔̕
̵̭̞̗̞́͑̈́̕͝H̷̢̟̮̥̰̝̮̟̺̫̩̳̲̔̈́͜͠ứ̸̡̛̥̭͚͈͈̘̗̬͖̹̮̖̖̋͊͊͋̿̂́̚͝͠m̵̧̨̬͙̠̘̳̯̖͈̳̲̊̏̌̾̆̄̾́͊̚͘͜ḁ̸̢̥̙̫̘̺͓̮́̾͝n̴͚̼͉̠̬̗̘̠͎̳̪̮͚̈́̂͒̀̕͘͝ͅ ̸̛͍͛͂̀̿̀͋̈́̕͝s̵̛̞͍͒͌̌̃̆͌́̕͘̚͝͠c̵̢̜̤̥̯̥̦͉̙̟̩̳̳̽̓̍͒̎̇̆͋̈́̌̀͌͜͠͝͝ų̴̢̬͎̬̣̝̬̠̙͓̦͊͂̔̑̎̄̈́̀m̵̨̘̜̼̱͓̻̦̻̪̪̰̤͖͛̎͐̾̅̄̅̐̎̂̋̕̚͜.̸̧̨̗̺̤̟́͛̀̐͂̑͂͛͂̓̕[Init:17 vs. 31]
[Overpowpres:35 vs. 32]
An explosion of pain strikes you from within your skull. Strange screams from vocal chords burned ages ago. Ozone and stinking ichor assault your nose. You struggle to keep you wits about you about -- cities with foreign architecture dissolve before your eyes. Lights fade from alien worlds, snuffed out by an overwhelming tide of darkness--
--the Plague Lord closes the distance. Screams fill your radio headset--
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[Material Gather:9-5 vs. 30]
--dropping to the ground to manipulate the iron therein -- your concentration falters as the Plague Lord grabs at you with razor-tipped tentacles. Your shield hisses as a swarm of appendages grab and rip at your protection. It forces you up and back into the sky, away from the earth and its plentiful supply of iron.
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[Silicon Manipulation:21]
[Attack Rollv/avoid:5-5 vs. 25]
--particles of microfine glass send patterns of light flashing all around you as you rise into the air-- then a storm of them strike. You're surrounded by a swirling, hissing cloud of glass. The hard light shield holds as you struggle to pull yourself away from the creature--more and more form as the cloud presses in.
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...The echoes of burned worlds begin to die down...[Plague Control:13-2 vs. 35]
[Attack Rollv/avoid:10 vs. 25]
[Information: 40]
As you attempt to reach out with your willpower and take control of the Plague Nanites -- to no real avail. It only draws your attention away from evading the enveloping cloud of silicon that rips at your shield. Another crack forms as the generator struggles to keep up with the pressure exerted on it. The machinery feels hot on your chest. The AI is working overtime, and the reactors are struggling to keep up with the power output. But the technology holds. For now.
An infodump drops into your mind -- feedback from the strained connection. You divert your attention--
...
8700905132
4902161752
2825266928
5407277568
0296786454
7142659770
1929762392
0895015657
1047863649
2723422934
...
PRIMARY_OPERATION:ENERGY GATHERING
...
Only one string catches your attention.
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[Regenv/Interrupt:32 vs. 20]
[1d3:3]
The creature gathers its will about itself. You attempt to interrupt it-- but it's too late. The dust storm drops, your shield falling just in time for you to witness many of the laser blasts you managed to land on the Plague Lord heal. A rictus grin splits the monster's face -- and it rapidly closes the distance between the two of you.
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R̶̦̪̮̙̹̬̥̪͓̮̬̱̱̓̾͊͑͜u̵̧̟̗̖̺̼̙̲̼̩̼͙̗̮̖͐́́̐̄͊̍͛͠n̷̞̺̻͖̮̓͛̉̂̇͋̚͘͝ͅ,̴̧̡̫̯̗̫̩̣̩̦̦̗͈̞̓̈͋̋͘͜ ̷̧̰̙̩͖̙̞͇̦͙̟̾̄́͒͐̂́̒̚H̶̗͕̬̱̭̖͎̭̰̯̑̈͗̉̕̚͜ǘ̵͓͍͉̠̭̜̫̥̰͎̈́̇͋͊̓̊̐̿̿͝ͅm̷̡̮͕͉̱̫̻̤̯̮̗̝̐̔̓́̇̅̌̐̀̈̊͑́̏͜͝ͅą̵̫̏̕n̴͍͍͇͖̮̹̱̩̙̬̉͛̓̓͌̀̒̏̈́̚ͅ.̸̞͙̀̔̔̀̀̓̀̊̋̕͝Your radio crackles and hisses as multiple voices flood your channels.
"[You daft bitch--]"
"[--Phe-Phe, knock it--]"
"[--We can't help--]"
"[--something entering from orbit--]"
"[DOWN. BRING IT DOWN.]"
Pheobe Gainer
Titles:
-Mother 'Pheonix' [Pheonix's Fortress-State, Religion of SEED (McCreary's Planet)]
-Fire-Blooms-Flowers [Outlanders (McCreary's Planet)]
-Patches [Twelve Clans of Old Skarin (McCreary's Planet)]
Local Time: [1600] 2/5/2011
Your left arm is a blackish-gray implant of custom creation. The ancient metal is splattered across the left of your chest, and tentacles of black, organic flesh stretch across your pectoral.
Laterally, across your chest, is an ugly scar.
Speckling your androgynous face and scattered across your body are wavy chemical burn scars.
Across your face's right cheek is a wide, wavy chemical burn scar.
The rusty red of scarified iron marks your entirety, following arterial lines.
Your hair is hydrogen blue, wavelength 486.1nm, hanging to your shoulders.
Cohesion: 50%
You are full
Nanofeast satiation:Eight meals (8x10,000kcal)
Head:A heavy duty, carbon fiber reinforced carapace helmet, with gold filigree and a bright red crest. [Radio-Enabled] [3/3]
Torso:A heavy duty, carbon fiber reinforced carapace chestplate. [3/3]
Across Chest: Hardlight Emitter Shield (2/10)
On Waist: A blue, silk sash
Lower Body: New grey semi-formal, military-style pants.
On Feet, Over [socks]: A pair of gray spacer boots[charred]
Max Willpower Linear Distance: [55 meters]
Max Willpower Diameter: [55 meters]Willpower Level: 4 [Demigod] ((40))
Control Level: 1 ((1d))
Sustained Powers:
Bird of Sol’s ReignH̴̡̢̢͖̯̩̝̘͇͚̣͉͖̱̪̪̖͖̻͕͕̰̤̫͈͇̞̳̯̰̫̲̱̙̊͑̋̓́ͅų̸̢̹͚̫̯͓̻͚̗͊́́̓͛̀̊̐̽̿͂̓͋͛͂̽́̒̿̌͋͗̅̌̇͗̄̊̇̾̕͝͠͠n̵̡̧̛̛̻̰̬͚̱̤̮̻̖͚̩̖̻̳̞̿̂͊̈̍̐̏͑́͂͑̆̈̐̉̒̑̓̽͒͗͆̆͆̎̽̀̅̂̑͗̽͘͝͝͠g̶̛̺͕̬̳͈̪̤͍̗̞̐̌̃̅̏͗̒̆͂̈́͐͊̃̏̐̋͆́͊̈̔͂̆̈̇̈̈́͒̀̽͝͠ę̵̡̨̨̥̘̭̘̖̼͇̹͈̥̖̦̲̦͕̘̭̩͈͎͖̯̇̎̍̓̀̃̊̌̔̽̿̚͜͜͜͠͝r̵͈̘̝͔̜͌̆̌̚͝͝ ̴̺̻̲͈̫̩͍͓̦̝͐͂̏̾͒̈́͆̓͑́́́̔̎̇̋̈́͂̔̇̄̃͗̀͆̕͘̕͠ö̵̡̨̡̧̘̫̪̱̯̗̤̩̟̣̼́̄͋̾͌̿̈͂̐̆̋ͅf̷̊́̿̌͒͊͂̍͜ ̴̧̨̡̛̭̳͔͔̤͓̦̺̝͇̬̩̘̗͚̲̰̟͕͉̻̲̂͑̈́͑̓̋͆͋̍͊̾͌̚͝͝͝͝ṱ̶̢̡̢̧̛̛̗̮̥̬͈̙̙̖̯͐̓̒̍̄͊̑̃̉̈́̑̽͗͂̾̓͋̈́͗̋͛͂̀̏̉̑̉̄̾́̚̚͠͝ͅh̶̨̧̨̛̛̼͖̟͇̤͖̮̝͎̯͎͕̤̩͉̥̬̖̰̘̬̭̪͉̮͉̼̻̊͛̌̉̎̑̽̈́̓̅̂̈́̽̈́̂̂̃́̽̒̎̍͌̏͑̇̊́͘͘͜͝ͅͅę̴̡̧̩̥̣̹͍̩̮̤͎̖̙̟̼̠̩̤͕̬͙̌̓͂́͑͗̐̍̅̑̀̉̏̐̎̌̐̌̇̎̉̏͋̐͋͗͒̏́͊͂̈́̕͘͜͜͜͝͠ ̸̨̢̢̨̡̪̮̠͚̩͔̙̯̳͙̜͕͇̭̱̗̯̞̗̗̲͚͔͑̎̈̎̍̅͌͂̔̾̑͋́̽̍́̂̚͜͜͜ͅͅͅǦ̶̠̱͉͖̆̏̂̀̈́͋̈̌̔̀̊̃͗̔͐͗͐̒͆͌̃̈̀̃͆͌͝͝͝ͅh̷̢̢̧̨̧̢̢̝̫͖̦̝̲͖͈͉͈̙̰̹̮̤̙̙̖̬̯̅̎̔͆͑̀͘͜ų̶̜̪̬̗̖̤̱̥̤̰͕̯͉̦͕̼̻͈̫̞̼̟̯̗̰͎̲̰̦̳̘̗̣̞̬̓͛ļ̸̢̪̠̯͇̠̞̘̩̱̘̰̜͈̦̜̙̩̣͙͙̺̼̳̿̈̈̏̿̅͊̊̽̀̓̊͂̽͐͗͆͐̄̽͊̈́̔̇͘͝͝ͅ
̶̨͖͇͗̈́̌̂̅̄́̈́͊̓̈́̊̂̄̽͐̀̀̐̈́́͘0̴͍̹̣̈̈̀͝ͅ0̸̠͕̝̞̀̃̇̏͗̐/̷͇̪͚̋Ḋ̴̝̘́̑͛͊̂̓̕͜ŕ̸͓̠̳̹͔̠͉̺̓͊̒͒̀͋ĕ̶̛͙͓̩̩̖̫͉̻̤̲͔̃͌̃̽̈́̄a̷̬̳̺͍̘̳̼̞̿́̈̍̆̃͌̑̕͠m̶̨̡̲̪̣̟̞̈̃̈́̓́͘͜͝͝s̸̢̨̟̱̻̭̝̫̼͉̠͈̈́̔̆̈̑̈̀͛̄̌ͅ ̵̛̥̞̪͎͛̈́̇̆͗̋͠͝ͅō̶̙͛̑͗͐̇̀̀̈́̿̌̏́̕͠f̴̨̨̫̼̗͙̩̩̗̪̏̂̕͝͝͠ ̸̢̗̹̟̩͈̞͑̋͝H̷͇̳̻̠͉̩̝̞̼̫̀͌̈́̏̋͜͠ù̸̘̫̱̞̠͇̥ͅņ̶̤̙̥͕̭̘̭͔̰̳̣̏́̂͋g̴̢͇̹̖̻̥̬͎͊̈́͑̊̐̄̓̉̕͝͝ẹ̷̛̠͕̦͓̲̺͓̖̗̦̲͑͗͑̃̒̑͗̅̏͑͗̄̔̚ŗ̵̧̥͇͖̫̦̓/̴͎̺̗̲͇͋̕0̴̡̨̼͖̫͓̪͉͚̜͈̂͊0̸̯̱͔͎̗̪̔̄́̀͛̑̓͋̾̾͑͘
Overload: Trained
Bird of Sol's Reign: Great
Light of Sol: Novice
Conquerer's Aura: Initiated
-Voice of the Queen: Initiated
Inferno : Great
-Hydrogen Embolism: Novice, Horrifying
- Slayer's Blade : Initiated
-- Slayer's Shotgun : Initiated
- Controlled Fusion Reaction : Initiated
- Uncontrolled Fusion Reaction : Initiated
Healing Factor: Qualified
- endurance Boost: Amateur.
-Strength Boost: Initiated.
Energy Manipulation: General Novice.
- Energy Manipulation: Lightning Novice.
Matter Manipulation: Silicon:: Experienced
Dreams of Silicon
-Silicon Sunder: Amateur
Matter Manipulation: Iron: Amateur
Dreams of Iron
Matter Manipulation: Chlorine: Amateur
Skill: Charisma: Apprentice
Skill: Attrition Warfare: Apprentice
Skill: Marksmanship: Proficient
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