Post by Narrator on Jun 29, 2015 21:10:28 GMT -8
Name: I'tenírah Sha'mayin Dank'rai
Aliases/Codename: The Impossible Sniper, My dog (called this by HeroSlayer)
Rank: Outlaw & Former Web Member.
Slave Registry: Registered Owner - HeroSlayer
Age: Centuries
Apparent Age:
Race: Kym'tara
Appearance:
His appearance changes depending on what form he is currently wearing. Look at the avatar picture for further details. Due to his meticulous nature, whatever form is choses is well groomed and wears tidy clothing.
Due to his recent encounter with the HeroSlayer, all his forms have a band of shadow on them somewhere. This generally appears around his neck; however takes a form that corresponds to whatever shape he happens to be in. (If this still exists it is not easily visible).
Personality:
He is usually quiet and often shy among groups of people. When he speaks, he is soft-spoken. I'ten is meticulous about his personal grooming habits.
He is convinced that he does not have his own personality, the demeanor that others see is but a mask that he affects due to the situation at hand. After a discussion with Lieutenant Lydia Dusk of the Renegades, he is further convinced of this, despite her disagreement of his conclusion.
Though on the surface he appears calm enough, his mind is in torment. He is currently in the throes of madness, wrapped up in his own insanity where all that he knew is being twisted. It is unknown if the strange cobweb protections that wrapped his mind into a cocoon were enough to prevent the corruptive force of looking directly into the Halls of Oblivion from taking hold of his mind.
He has a crush on someone but his emotions for her are vague at best as he does not know his own mind anymore. If he is not paying attention, he babbles and can often be found staring in a random direction for no apparent reason. And there lays the lingering enjoyment of watching others suffer when his trickery is revealed... as well as a strong desire to start his eyeball collection again, beginning with some of his former colleagues....
All of the torments placed upon him and the fact the Web Master forced him to transform against his will have left him a different person. I'ten now associated himself as a male due to the (usually) lack of power that females have - as they are usually the 'victims'. So he chose a stronger gender in the sense that he is less likely to be randomly raped or brutalized.
I'ten favors non-humanoid forms; however due to his current association with the Renegades, he understands the need to be able to communicate effectively with others. Therefore he has developed new forms for this effect.
Prior to his encounter with The Web
Whatever his personality was prior to the torments he received is gone.
Known Abilities
I'ten has the ability to speak various dialects from the Andromeda Galaxy wish ease.
He is known as an excellent sniper, and often utilized as an assassin during his time in the Web. He was known as "The Impossible Sniper" due to his "apparent ability to kill and disappear". He is also a pilot of high regard.
As a Kym'tara he has the ability to transform into anything or anyone. All he has to do is study it for a certain period of time. Studying the form longer means he will gain the abilities of that form too, making him rather powerful. However, the abilities of the form are limited to that form. He can change into males, females, inanimate objects or anything else that can be imagined as long as he can see it.
Due to his racial abilities, he is immune to permanent transformation effects and anything that is done to him will either be ineffective or shaken off.
Known Forms
Known History
Before being in the Web there are zero details about his past. If I'ten recalls his time prior to the Web, he does not speak of them often; however presumably he was spawned on the Kym'tara home world as all Kym'tara are.
Event: The Web
Somewhere in his early years he was captured by the Web and programmed as a spy for them. There was much brain-washing and conditioning involved. Due to the resilient nature of his people, he managed to shake a lot of it off, but his loyalty remained for the most part with the Web Master. (This resilience would prove to be quite useful later when he encountered HeroSlayer face-to-face)
Within the Web he was utilized as a sniper and an assassin, and occasionally a pilot. He had a beautiful shuttle that he decked out and had custom painted; however it was destroyed in an accident when a slowwitted freighter pilot crushed him. The freighter, and its crew disappeared the day afterward - their whereabouts are still unknown and no corpses were ever found. One mission put him in the guise of a chef; however it came to an abrupt end when a random gang attempt destroyed that form when a frag grenade blew up the kitchen where he was working.
During the last year in his Web service, he disappeared from mission logs and there are no records about what happened to him just prior to being rescued.
After being rescued I'ten was diagnosed with PTSD and put on medical leave. He is not officially a member of the Renegades; however he has expressed interest in joining. He was taken off medical leave due to his special skills being required and is one of the two people known to have participated in Operation Lost Boy. He has been sequestered in and around VIP Room 12 of the Ultra Violet, under Hero's protection since the incursion.
I'ten heard about the Renegades and wanted to join them, seeing that it was a better way to live as his people are usually not part of organized units. When he attempted to rebel, he was tortured and hundreds, perhaps thousands, of his forms were destroyed. It left him shattered and with major PTSD. (Imagine dying that many times and attempting to keep your mind intact). Due to this he retains hidden commands from the Web Master that can be activated at the 'Master's request.[/collapse]
A few months ago, he was freed by Ni'Vara and some other Renegades, with the help of the Seeker of Dal, Valian Sungarter. He was hiding in his room at the Renegades Moon. However, to further his recovery, he was dragged out literally by force so he could gain more forms and generally interact with people again.
Event: Mission- Lost Boy
It was a vital mission that I'ten was hand-picked for, and so he went since he owes the Captain so much.... top secret so only those involved in the mission knew of the details and who else was involved.
While the mission itself was a success, their carefully laid plan to get in and do what they were suppose to do went off without a hitch, the escape was not as pretty. I'ten and Ni'Vara wound up having too-close encounters with HeroSlayer. For I'ten, this encounter proved utterly disastrous as he witnessed what lay beneath the fractured mask. He has consequently been claimed by HeroSlayer. What result the combination of seeing straight into the heart of the Shroud combined with the command placed to him by HeroSlayer remains to be seen.
Event: Quarantine
After Op Lost Boy, I'ten found himself quarantined at the RIT space station. It seemed an odd choice to some; however he could not go back to the base as long as he was 'compromised' by HeroSlayer for even going back he could put his comrades at risk.
Despite his arguments against it, Tereza managed to find her way to the Andromeda Galaxy and the RIT. While she seems beside herself with worry, true to her bird-like nature she continually flip-flops in her decision to stay by his side or run away until he is better. For now, she is at the station (partially because she has no way home at the moment).
While they wait for the other lieutenants to gather from their various posts, Ni'Vara has been doing her best to keep him company and ensure he keeps a level head. During this time Ni'Vara thought of a plan that might help him rid himself of the collar that he wore. She suggested killing all the forms that were 'infected' with it. That would be all the forms, starting from HeroSlayer's dog that I'ten and assumed since he came to the RIT.... Seven deaths later and there is no sign of the shadow collar upon his flesh.
Family:
No known family.
Other Information:
Corruption...
Aliases/Codename: The Impossible Sniper, My dog (called this by HeroSlayer)
Rank: Outlaw & Former Web Member.
Slave Registry: Registered Owner - HeroSlayer
Age: Centuries
Apparent Age:
Race: Kym'tara
Appearance:
His appearance changes depending on what form he is currently wearing. Look at the avatar picture for further details. Due to his meticulous nature, whatever form is choses is well groomed and wears tidy clothing.
Personality:
He is usually quiet and often shy among groups of people. When he speaks, he is soft-spoken. I'ten is meticulous about his personal grooming habits.
He is convinced that he does not have his own personality, the demeanor that others see is but a mask that he affects due to the situation at hand. After a discussion with Lieutenant Lydia Dusk of the Renegades, he is further convinced of this, despite her disagreement of his conclusion.
Though on the surface he appears calm enough, his mind is in torment. He is currently in the throes of madness, wrapped up in his own insanity where all that he knew is being twisted. It is unknown if the strange cobweb protections that wrapped his mind into a cocoon were enough to prevent the corruptive force of looking directly into the Halls of Oblivion from taking hold of his mind.
He has a crush on someone but his emotions for her are vague at best as he does not know his own mind anymore. If he is not paying attention, he babbles and can often be found staring in a random direction for no apparent reason. And there lays the lingering enjoyment of watching others suffer when his trickery is revealed... as well as a strong desire to start his eyeball collection again, beginning with some of his former colleagues....
All of the torments placed upon him and the fact the Web Master forced him to transform against his will have left him a different person. I'ten now associated himself as a male due to the (usually) lack of power that females have - as they are usually the 'victims'. So he chose a stronger gender in the sense that he is less likely to be randomly raped or brutalized.
I'ten favors non-humanoid forms; however due to his current association with the Renegades, he understands the need to be able to communicate effectively with others. Therefore he has developed new forms for this effect.
Prior to his encounter with The Web
Whatever his personality was prior to the torments he received is gone.
Known Abilities
I'ten has the ability to speak various dialects from the Andromeda Galaxy wish ease.
He is known as an excellent sniper, and often utilized as an assassin during his time in the Web. He was known as "The Impossible Sniper" due to his "apparent ability to kill and disappear". He is also a pilot of high regard.
As a Kym'tara he has the ability to transform into anything or anyone. All he has to do is study it for a certain period of time. Studying the form longer means he will gain the abilities of that form too, making him rather powerful. However, the abilities of the form are limited to that form. He can change into males, females, inanimate objects or anything else that can be imagined as long as he can see it.
Due to his racial abilities, he is immune to permanent transformation effects and anything that is done to him will either be ineffective or shaken off.
Known Forms
- Inanimate Objects
> Blue Pillow - A bright blue pillow. Color in honor of the parrot-woman, Tereza.
> Egg Chair - Blue ergonomic chair. Comes in any color you'd like. Also in different designs... don't worry, it doesn't bite. Or does it?
> Hand Chair - Comfy chair with digits that tell you how awesome you are. - Less Than Two Legs
> Caml Ice Fish - Nearly translucent fish due to lack of hemoglobin, therefore no red blood cells to speak of. Absorbs oxygen more effectively and can therefore survive longer in oxygen deprived areas. Can survive in extreme cold (–2°C and 4°C - / 28.4 to 39.2 degrees Fahrenheit, around the point that salt water freezes). Highly resistant to cold and ice based attacks. However, it is a fish and so still needs to be in the water once in a while.
> Devil's Worm - A nematode that has the ability to live in crushing environments and extreme temperatures. In order to do this, it has anti-freeze in its blood. Although the usual size of this creature is .5 mm, I'ten has found a way to increase its size to almost a foot.
> Sand Worm - Underground nightmare that lives to eat. It has a great resistance to all weapons and an innate sense of where creatures above it are due to its sensitive sonar abilities. However, it is blind ... not that it needs eyes underground. Swift and powerful digger. One might say it 'swims' under the ground.
> Sea Monster - Horrible sea monster, possibly a great worm. This creature's red and gray hide make it a tough opponent and highly resistant to most weaponry. It can spray gouts of acid and electrify its outer carapace.
> Water Bear - A thing less than a millimeter long in its original form, it can survive temperatures of -270C and up to 180C. This is achieved by going into a stasis that effectively kills it; however adding just a bit of water will revive it. Oh, and did I mention it can survive in space? As with the nematode form, I'ten has discovered how to enlarge this creature to almost a foot. Practically immune to ice and fire based attacks. - Two Legs / Bipeds
> Anthro Horse - Brawny and confident stallion with dark brown fur and a white tail. Has typical horse strength and stamina, and yes of course is 'hung' like one.
> Black Haired Human - He speaks with a Russian accent. There is absolutely nothing magical about this fellow. He's just hot. This has fast become his 'default' form as both Ni'Vara and Reza like this one the best so far. Of course he has not modeled all his masculine forms to them, but it does not matter. In this form in addition to Russian, he understands Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, English and French thanks to Reza's ability to transfer her knowledge of languages to him.
> Beautiful Brunette - Frizzy haired human with a knock-out rack. She doesn't have any special skills except being hot.
> Blond Swordsman - Short spiky blond hair with loose fitting clothes. Comes complete with weaponry. Excellent fencer and general sword wielder.
> Brown Hair - Nice looking guy with an intense stare.
> Holocaust - Big Guy. Impressive. Former Chaos Rider. Has ability to control earth and air. Studied him for a long time while in the Web.
> Maelstrom Scalla - Monstrous dragon from the depth of the sea.
> Tie-Dye Guy- Half-Alfir with tie-dye hair. Usually seen with sunglasses and a smirk. He is an excellent sniper and favors this weapon in combat.
> White-Hair Gun slinger - Comes complete with a pair of pistols, a broad sword and a bad ass attitude. Swift draw on his pistols and an incredibly accurate shot. Agility and fleet of foot. Also an incredible dancer. However, usually I'ten wears his shirt more closed.
> Wizard - Blue robed wizard with the stereo-typical conical 'wizard' hat. He has the ability to teleport, change sizes, polymorph other people into different objects and creatures and change his form into different objects and creatures. He can also fix objects. Wears spectacles and always retains his spectacles in whatever form he changes into. He can also shoot sparks and flames from his legs and beneath his robe to blast himself off to different places. If one of these forms were to die, it would count as this form's death since they are all parts of this wizard.
> Zombie - Once a skilled pugilist and gladiator, this former Minotaur / ogre hybrid was killed by the Web Master, and then brought back... - Four Legs / Quadropeds
> Ahuizotl - Dog-size monster with monkey hand on the end of its tail and opposable thumbs. Viscous fangs, generally has black-blue fur and a feline like head.
> Fiery Stallion - A horse made from flames, straight out of nightmares. His hooves cause molten pools seeding whatever he walks on and he radiates an aura of intense heat.
>Tibetan Mastiff - Weighing in at 286 pounds and with the jaw and strength capacity to take down a bear, this dog is usually calm and docile, but don't get him angry! Angry! This form had within his subconscious the over-whelming urge to STAY, a command given to him by HeroSlayer.- Dead. Ni'Vara broke his neck. - More than Four Legs
> Blue Jumping Spider - Has a metallic sheen to it. Again, what you think it is. A spider. Eyesight is similar to that of a zoom lens on a camera with excellent focusing ability. Can spin silk. Not poisonous but painful bite. Has ability to jump 20x body length.
> Sazima’s Tarantula - Blue female spider of considerable size.
> Peacock Spider - Proof not all spiders are brown. Beautiful. 5mm in length, which means this spider can fit on the typical human thumb nail.
Known History
Before being in the Web there are zero details about his past. If I'ten recalls his time prior to the Web, he does not speak of them often; however presumably he was spawned on the Kym'tara home world as all Kym'tara are.
Event: The Web
Somewhere in his early years he was captured by the Web and programmed as a spy for them. There was much brain-washing and conditioning involved. Due to the resilient nature of his people, he managed to shake a lot of it off, but his loyalty remained for the most part with the Web Master. (This resilience would prove to be quite useful later when he encountered HeroSlayer face-to-face)
Within the Web he was utilized as a sniper and an assassin, and occasionally a pilot. He had a beautiful shuttle that he decked out and had custom painted; however it was destroyed in an accident when a slowwitted freighter pilot crushed him. The freighter, and its crew disappeared the day afterward - their whereabouts are still unknown and no corpses were ever found. One mission put him in the guise of a chef; however it came to an abrupt end when a random gang attempt destroyed that form when a frag grenade blew up the kitchen where he was working.
During the last year in his Web service, he disappeared from mission logs and there are no records about what happened to him just prior to being rescued.
After being rescued I'ten was diagnosed with PTSD and put on medical leave. He is not officially a member of the Renegades; however he has expressed interest in joining. He was taken off medical leave due to his special skills being required and is one of the two people known to have participated in Operation Lost Boy. He has been sequestered in and around VIP Room 12 of the Ultra Violet, under Hero's protection since the incursion.
I'ten heard about the Renegades and wanted to join them, seeing that it was a better way to live as his people are usually not part of organized units. When he attempted to rebel, he was tortured and hundreds, perhaps thousands, of his forms were destroyed. It left him shattered and with major PTSD. (Imagine dying that many times and attempting to keep your mind intact). Due to this he retains hidden commands from the Web Master that can be activated at the 'Master's request.[/collapse]
A few months ago, he was freed by Ni'Vara and some other Renegades, with the help of the Seeker of Dal, Valian Sungarter. He was hiding in his room at the Renegades Moon. However, to further his recovery, he was dragged out literally by force so he could gain more forms and generally interact with people again.
Event: Mission- Lost Boy
It was a vital mission that I'ten was hand-picked for, and so he went since he owes the Captain so much.... top secret so only those involved in the mission knew of the details and who else was involved.
While the mission itself was a success, their carefully laid plan to get in and do what they were suppose to do went off without a hitch, the escape was not as pretty. I'ten and Ni'Vara wound up having too-close encounters with HeroSlayer. For I'ten, this encounter proved utterly disastrous as he witnessed what lay beneath the fractured mask. He has consequently been claimed by HeroSlayer. What result the combination of seeing straight into the heart of the Shroud combined with the command placed to him by HeroSlayer remains to be seen.
Event: Quarantine
After Op Lost Boy, I'ten found himself quarantined at the RIT space station. It seemed an odd choice to some; however he could not go back to the base as long as he was 'compromised' by HeroSlayer for even going back he could put his comrades at risk.
Despite his arguments against it, Tereza managed to find her way to the Andromeda Galaxy and the RIT. While she seems beside herself with worry, true to her bird-like nature she continually flip-flops in her decision to stay by his side or run away until he is better. For now, she is at the station (partially because she has no way home at the moment).
While they wait for the other lieutenants to gather from their various posts, Ni'Vara has been doing her best to keep him company and ensure he keeps a level head. During this time Ni'Vara thought of a plan that might help him rid himself of the collar that he wore. She suggested killing all the forms that were 'infected' with it. That would be all the forms, starting from HeroSlayer's dog that I'ten and assumed since he came to the RIT.... Seven deaths later and there is no sign of the shadow collar upon his flesh.
Family:
No known family.
Other Information:
Corruption...
It was only his submissive like position that saved him from seeing all of what lay under the mask, the cracked face-piece revealed what had so long been pondered and many had guessed – it appeared the HeroSlayer had no face at all. Not that it mattered. One look, one glance, even a fragment of it was enough to affect him. No mental shielding, no way to prevent himself from seeing. He closed his eyes but by then it was too late, he’d already looked into that place – that place.
He even managed to focus on changing into something with no mind, something that could not be corrupted in such a way because it had no thoughts and no way to destroy such things that did not exist. He chose this time a piece of furniture.
Yet he had still seen. Still see His (master…) face without the mask, without the diamond eye staring back at him. No porcelain separated him from the yawning chasm of horrors. Horrors that were I’ten reflected darkly. Whether it was by trick of the light or by design or this was truly what had happened to him when he was Corrupted all those eons ago, it didn’t matter. For this moment, there was nothing. Nothing but the spiraling whirls of schizophrenic blathering that began to issue from his mouth. In this form they were whines and muttering sounds, whimpers and soft growls.
Coupled with this hapless babbling were the untold torments that I’ten had inflicted on others while he was within the strands of the Web. They erupted within him, grasped his soul and held his heart fast. He felt all the guilt and all the anger and all the twisted pleasure that he denied himself when he had been doing them. Those things that he deserved to enjoy! This was what made the world great, to watch the people who he tricked into believing he was a good person suffer. As the corruption continued to take hold, something else escaped. Sometimes that whispered in his mind and something that spread as long strands further and further across his subconscious, coddling him, half protecting him from the awakening sadism within him, the blood-lust and laughing madman.
Near rabid with noises, he pawed at his muzzle and rubbed his face on the stone floor. The reaching, sneaking, caressing tendrils encased his mind in a tangled cobweb of strange protection. What – if any – protection could be afforded from looking into the Corruptor’s gaping nothingness and straight into the Halls of Oblivion – the very heart of the Shroud – was unknown. Whatever it did, I’ten collapsed into unconsciousness. Mid-transform that he was, when he passed out completely, his form continued to move forward. Brown fur flattened and smoothed out, legs elongated and his joints disappeared…
He even managed to focus on changing into something with no mind, something that could not be corrupted in such a way because it had no thoughts and no way to destroy such things that did not exist. He chose this time a piece of furniture.
Yet he had still seen. Still see His (master…) face without the mask, without the diamond eye staring back at him. No porcelain separated him from the yawning chasm of horrors. Horrors that were I’ten reflected darkly. Whether it was by trick of the light or by design or this was truly what had happened to him when he was Corrupted all those eons ago, it didn’t matter. For this moment, there was nothing. Nothing but the spiraling whirls of schizophrenic blathering that began to issue from his mouth. In this form they were whines and muttering sounds, whimpers and soft growls.
Coupled with this hapless babbling were the untold torments that I’ten had inflicted on others while he was within the strands of the Web. They erupted within him, grasped his soul and held his heart fast. He felt all the guilt and all the anger and all the twisted pleasure that he denied himself when he had been doing them. Those things that he deserved to enjoy! This was what made the world great, to watch the people who he tricked into believing he was a good person suffer. As the corruption continued to take hold, something else escaped. Sometimes that whispered in his mind and something that spread as long strands further and further across his subconscious, coddling him, half protecting him from the awakening sadism within him, the blood-lust and laughing madman.
Near rabid with noises, he pawed at his muzzle and rubbed his face on the stone floor. The reaching, sneaking, caressing tendrils encased his mind in a tangled cobweb of strange protection. What – if any – protection could be afforded from looking into the Corruptor’s gaping nothingness and straight into the Halls of Oblivion – the very heart of the Shroud – was unknown. Whatever it did, I’ten collapsed into unconsciousness. Mid-transform that he was, when he passed out completely, his form continued to move forward. Brown fur flattened and smoothed out, legs elongated and his joints disappeared…