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Einherjar Classification: Class 1
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Height: 5ft 10
Weight: 82 kg
Hair Description: Dark brown, verging on black.
Eye Description: Hazel.
Complexion: Fair.
Physical Peculiarities: A tattoo printed across Fletcher’s back depicting a cobra coiled around three arrows and two small plates of carbon fiber surround his eyes.
Approximate Age of Death: 22
Cause of Death: Severed jugular.
Year of Death: 2117
Place of Death: Omega camp, Proxima Centauri b, Alpha Centauri.
Einherjar Chapter:Tengoku. [/div]
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Metaphasium Augment Type: Cascade. Fletcher’s augments have completely replaced his hands and forearms with jet black metal coming to an abrupt halt at his elbows. The metaphasium has the ability to form three weapon variants which Fletcher has designated bolt, marksman and railgun. Bolt is essentially a handgun (Hah, hand-gun) form and fires low caliber energy rounds at a respectable rate that works well for close to medium range engagements. Marksman is Fletcher’s go to form and functions as an energy DMR, providing powerful semi automatic damage at medium to long range. Railgun is, funnily enough, a hulking plasma railgun. Railgun is incredibly energy intensive and as such must be used sparingly, literally splitting Fletcher’s forearm in two to make room for the weapon. Able to engage at extreme distances the high velocity rounds fired by the weapon are mildly explosive in nature and will create a small explosion on contact as well as decimating the target. Railgun requires a short charge up time before it can be fired.
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Personality: At-a-glance:
Jaunty, humorous and compassionate to a fault despite what he’ll tell you.
Hardly what you’d expect from a sniper Fletcher is about as approachable as a Einherjar can be.
Smarter than he lets on Fletcher has an eye for detail and is a reliable friend and ally to those who can stand his chattering.
Dislikes: Selfishness, arrogance, those who don’t value life.
Talking business, he may owe his new line of work his second chance but he was never really one for rules and regulations. He does try to follow protocol to the best of his abilities despite this but that doesn’t mean he has to enjoy it.
Drones, horrible impersonal method of killing. No artistry.
Likes: People who aren’t afraid to show a bit of humanity and laugh a little. In this line of work you need every excuse you can get.
Nature, be it plants, animals or whatever kind of xeno-fauna he comes across.
A fine kill. If it's worth killing its worth killing right don’t you think?
Fears: Losing his humanity and becoming little more than a cog in the machine.
Having to make choices that go against his own morales for the sake of being a Einherjar. Sometimes keeping the peace is a difficult task and dire measures must be taken for the greater good. Fletcher just prays he doesn’t have to be the one to pull the trigger when the time comes.
Deep water. Call it childish if you want but he hates being so far out of his element. Even his love for nature struggles against the endless crushing depths of the deep ocean.
Character Quirks: Has a thing for more traditionalist weapons, such as crossbows and swords and will go out of his way to collect aniques if at all possible for display purposes.
A surprisingly talented artist Fletcher enjoys sketching the likeness of his hunts in his free time, both recent and those he can recall from his shattered past. He’s not fussy about what he draws it on and will just as happily use digital as good ole paper if he can his hands on it.
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Name before Death: Fletcher Ayton
Life Before Resurrection: Fletcher owes his existence to Steven and Alice Ayton, members of Omega colony, a relatively small settlement that could once have been found resting on Alpha Centauri. Made up of colonists hailing from the new empire of Great Britain it was established in the hopes that Alpha Centauri could become a thriving home for mankind with an emphasis on becoming a powerful bastion that would secure Britain’s place amongst the stars. In the hopes of finding the ideal place to begin the arduous task of populating a new planet several groups of carefully selected individuals were sent to different regions of it to set up camp. Steven was one of the groups designated medical officers and Alice was on security, a simple precaution in case the local wildlife turned out to be a little more of a handful than expected. Upon arrival on Alpha Centauri Fletcher was only four years old and like everyone else in Omega colony settled into his new life pretty swiftly once the basics had been set up. For the longest while things went well, Omega colony was one of the most prosperous settlers on Alpha Centauri and grew at a faster rate than its counterparts. After completing basic education Fletcher began training to become a security officer under the watchful eye of his mother, a stern but kind hearted woman. It was with her that he learnt the basics of using firearms and discipline, the latter of which he wasn’t particularly fond of. Considering the relatively safe nature of the local wildlife security had a lot of time on their hands and would often end up being sent out to hunt game in an attempt to spice up the colony’s bland diet provided by the greenhouses. It was whilst out on these hunts that Fletcher really gained an appreciation for nature’s little quirks, you spend enough time sitting in a clump of moss and you start to notice things you hadn’t before. The sound of insects, barely audible over the gusts of wind flowing through the trees. The texture of the plants beneath your fingers. A creature unaware it’s taking its final breath before you take it from this world with a well placed round through the skull. Circle of life. That was where his father came in, being a doctor he understood the value of life more than anyone. He insured that Fletcher wouldn’t kill without mindlessly, that every pull of a trigger was purposeful. With a combination of his mother’s skills and his father’s ideals the young man soon proved himself as a skillful marksman and a valuable asset to the colony. Eventually he was even transported to the other Alpha Centauri settlements to help them out with a mixture of issues, mostly hostile creatures getting a little close for comfort or deterring criminal activities. Of course the good times could never last. As it turns out 18 years on Alpha Centauri wasn’t enough to have uncovered all of her secrets and the colonies came under threat from a new source. A previously unknown species began to emerge from the ground around Omega colony, roughly the size of a wolf but more reptilian in nature with metallic scales covering its entire form these creatures proved to be highly aggressive. It turns out they had been hibernating all these years only to suddenly emerge as one to feed before their mating season. And after the success of the colony the most abundant food source was, you guessed it, humans. They attacked with such force and numbers that Omega was overwhelmed before help from the other colonists could arrive. Considering the small amount of security officers available the battle swiftly became a bloodbath with little hope of escape, families torn to shreds in their own homes. Standing atop the security station roof Fletcher had both a clear view of the carnage and a loaded rifle but his efforts to repel the beasts were futile, it took a dozen well placed rounds to down just one and in that time the others could kill dozens in a flash of razor sharp claws. Soon it was all he could do to try and put his friends and family out of their misery as their flesh was torn from their bodies, many of them still alive and screaming. Had they had the might of a fully developed security team it was possible that Omega may have stood a chance but the people here had grown contented and as such there had never been any need until now. As night began to fall and the metallic scent of blood filled the air Fletcher cursed their arrogance, what fools they had been to consider themselves masters of this world and why? Because they’d set up a few measly camps?
With nobody left alive on the ground the metallic creatures turned their gaze on Fletcher’s perch, bloodlust shining in their eyes. Scrabbling up the sides of the building with ease they were on the young man in a heartbeat, their gore covered jaws snapping inches from his face as he emptied the last of his rounds into the crowd in an effort to hold them off. It wouldn’t last, he knew that. When he heard the click indicating he was dry he didn’t try and run, instead he hurled his rifle to the ground and took one last look at the remains of the only home he’d ever known, gutted and blood splattered. Scanning the scene he found what he was looking for, the tattered remains of his parents, still holding on to one another even in death. It should have been the last thing he ever saw because it was just then that one of the beasts closed it’s jaws around his throat and his world went dark. By the time the other colonists arrived at Omega the creatures had vanished, their spawning complete they had returned to their underground lairs to hibernate. The incident was a kick in the teeth for the entire empire and today Omega camp stands as a memorial to all the lives lost in the attack. At least it served as warning for future colonists, all future endeavours came prepared for anything, better to be cautious than torn apart in your own bed after all.
Life After Resurrection:Returning from the dead wasn’t actually much of a shock for Fletcher, he’d always been inclined towards the concept of reincarnation when he was alive. Or at least that would have been the case had he been able to recall his previous ideals from the shattered world that was his memories. After washing up on the shore it was all he could do to lay there with the waves gently lapping at his feet, mind desperately trying to fill in the gaps of his own existence. It was only after the dawn began to creep over the sea that a word came back to him. A name. Fletcher. It was all he had so he clung to it, claiming at his own. Soon after he was collected by a pair of individuals who seemed to know a lot more about him than he did, claiming they would take him to where he could fulfill his new destiny. With no other options than to retreat back into the water he willing followed them through the misty veil that had descended over his mind and allowed them to go about a process they seemed alarmingly familiar with, almost as if they had done this many times before. Without the sense of will to stop it the mysterious figures performed some kind of procedure on him, pumping his body full of an alien substance that replaced the numbing cold that had been consuming him with a terrible fire as if suddenly the blood in his veins had come to a boil. Suddenly death didn’t seem so bad.
That had only been the first leg of his new journey, a simple taste of the trials and hardships to come. They moulded him from an empty shell of a man into the weapon they needed him to be, a tool that they could be proud to call Einherjar. As he trained bits of his old life came back to him in the form of dreams and the more he remembered the more difficult it became for him to continue down this path. It was a fine line to balance, remembering the man he’d once been whilst not rejecting his new identity. He endeavoured to do honour both sides of his fate and make a difference in the way that only those reborn from the water could. So much had changed since his days on Alpha Centauri, the once thriving humanity now lay defeated on its knees in the wake of the collapse and in such a world hope was hard to come by. But not gone. That much he was sure of. The Dreamwatch had the potential to be that hope so he put his all into training and soon proved himself to be an extremely talented marksman and exceptional trainee. For the final stretch of his training Fletcher has found himself on Tengoku. With six years now behind him he has been informed that soon he will be joining the infamous Division Gamma, γ, Blue. [/div]
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Division γ Blue
"WODEN - SNIPER SPECIALIST"
"WODEN - SNIPER SPECIALIST"
Einherjar Classification: Class 1
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Height: 5ft 10
Weight: 82 kg
Hair Description: Dark brown, verging on black.
Eye Description: Hazel.
Complexion: Fair.
Physical Peculiarities: A tattoo printed across Fletcher’s back depicting a cobra coiled around three arrows and two small plates of carbon fiber surround his eyes.
Approximate Age of Death: 22
Cause of Death: Severed jugular.
Year of Death: 2117
Place of Death: Omega camp, Proxima Centauri b, Alpha Centauri.
Einherjar Chapter:Tengoku. [/div]
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APPEARANCE
Metaphasium Augment Type: Cascade. Fletcher’s augments have completely replaced his hands and forearms with jet black metal coming to an abrupt halt at his elbows. The metaphasium has the ability to form three weapon variants which Fletcher has designated bolt, marksman and railgun. Bolt is essentially a handgun (Hah, hand-gun) form and fires low caliber energy rounds at a respectable rate that works well for close to medium range engagements. Marksman is Fletcher’s go to form and functions as an energy DMR, providing powerful semi automatic damage at medium to long range. Railgun is, funnily enough, a hulking plasma railgun. Railgun is incredibly energy intensive and as such must be used sparingly, literally splitting Fletcher’s forearm in two to make room for the weapon. Able to engage at extreme distances the high velocity rounds fired by the weapon are mildly explosive in nature and will create a small explosion on contact as well as decimating the target. Railgun requires a short charge up time before it can be fired.
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Personality: At-a-glance:
Jaunty, humorous and compassionate to a fault despite what he’ll tell you.
Hardly what you’d expect from a sniper Fletcher is about as approachable as a Einherjar can be.
Smarter than he lets on Fletcher has an eye for detail and is a reliable friend and ally to those who can stand his chattering.
Dislikes: Selfishness, arrogance, those who don’t value life.
Talking business, he may owe his new line of work his second chance but he was never really one for rules and regulations. He does try to follow protocol to the best of his abilities despite this but that doesn’t mean he has to enjoy it.
Drones, horrible impersonal method of killing. No artistry.
Likes: People who aren’t afraid to show a bit of humanity and laugh a little. In this line of work you need every excuse you can get.
Nature, be it plants, animals or whatever kind of xeno-fauna he comes across.
A fine kill. If it's worth killing its worth killing right don’t you think?
Fears: Losing his humanity and becoming little more than a cog in the machine.
Having to make choices that go against his own morales for the sake of being a Einherjar. Sometimes keeping the peace is a difficult task and dire measures must be taken for the greater good. Fletcher just prays he doesn’t have to be the one to pull the trigger when the time comes.
Deep water. Call it childish if you want but he hates being so far out of his element. Even his love for nature struggles against the endless crushing depths of the deep ocean.
Character Quirks: Has a thing for more traditionalist weapons, such as crossbows and swords and will go out of his way to collect aniques if at all possible for display purposes.
A surprisingly talented artist Fletcher enjoys sketching the likeness of his hunts in his free time, both recent and those he can recall from his shattered past. He’s not fussy about what he draws it on and will just as happily use digital as good ole paper if he can his hands on it.
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Name before Death: Fletcher Ayton
Life Before Resurrection: Fletcher owes his existence to Steven and Alice Ayton, members of Omega colony, a relatively small settlement that could once have been found resting on Alpha Centauri. Made up of colonists hailing from the new empire of Great Britain it was established in the hopes that Alpha Centauri could become a thriving home for mankind with an emphasis on becoming a powerful bastion that would secure Britain’s place amongst the stars. In the hopes of finding the ideal place to begin the arduous task of populating a new planet several groups of carefully selected individuals were sent to different regions of it to set up camp. Steven was one of the groups designated medical officers and Alice was on security, a simple precaution in case the local wildlife turned out to be a little more of a handful than expected. Upon arrival on Alpha Centauri Fletcher was only four years old and like everyone else in Omega colony settled into his new life pretty swiftly once the basics had been set up. For the longest while things went well, Omega colony was one of the most prosperous settlers on Alpha Centauri and grew at a faster rate than its counterparts. After completing basic education Fletcher began training to become a security officer under the watchful eye of his mother, a stern but kind hearted woman. It was with her that he learnt the basics of using firearms and discipline, the latter of which he wasn’t particularly fond of. Considering the relatively safe nature of the local wildlife security had a lot of time on their hands and would often end up being sent out to hunt game in an attempt to spice up the colony’s bland diet provided by the greenhouses. It was whilst out on these hunts that Fletcher really gained an appreciation for nature’s little quirks, you spend enough time sitting in a clump of moss and you start to notice things you hadn’t before. The sound of insects, barely audible over the gusts of wind flowing through the trees. The texture of the plants beneath your fingers. A creature unaware it’s taking its final breath before you take it from this world with a well placed round through the skull. Circle of life. That was where his father came in, being a doctor he understood the value of life more than anyone. He insured that Fletcher wouldn’t kill without mindlessly, that every pull of a trigger was purposeful. With a combination of his mother’s skills and his father’s ideals the young man soon proved himself as a skillful marksman and a valuable asset to the colony. Eventually he was even transported to the other Alpha Centauri settlements to help them out with a mixture of issues, mostly hostile creatures getting a little close for comfort or deterring criminal activities. Of course the good times could never last. As it turns out 18 years on Alpha Centauri wasn’t enough to have uncovered all of her secrets and the colonies came under threat from a new source. A previously unknown species began to emerge from the ground around Omega colony, roughly the size of a wolf but more reptilian in nature with metallic scales covering its entire form these creatures proved to be highly aggressive. It turns out they had been hibernating all these years only to suddenly emerge as one to feed before their mating season. And after the success of the colony the most abundant food source was, you guessed it, humans. They attacked with such force and numbers that Omega was overwhelmed before help from the other colonists could arrive. Considering the small amount of security officers available the battle swiftly became a bloodbath with little hope of escape, families torn to shreds in their own homes. Standing atop the security station roof Fletcher had both a clear view of the carnage and a loaded rifle but his efforts to repel the beasts were futile, it took a dozen well placed rounds to down just one and in that time the others could kill dozens in a flash of razor sharp claws. Soon it was all he could do to try and put his friends and family out of their misery as their flesh was torn from their bodies, many of them still alive and screaming. Had they had the might of a fully developed security team it was possible that Omega may have stood a chance but the people here had grown contented and as such there had never been any need until now. As night began to fall and the metallic scent of blood filled the air Fletcher cursed their arrogance, what fools they had been to consider themselves masters of this world and why? Because they’d set up a few measly camps?
With nobody left alive on the ground the metallic creatures turned their gaze on Fletcher’s perch, bloodlust shining in their eyes. Scrabbling up the sides of the building with ease they were on the young man in a heartbeat, their gore covered jaws snapping inches from his face as he emptied the last of his rounds into the crowd in an effort to hold them off. It wouldn’t last, he knew that. When he heard the click indicating he was dry he didn’t try and run, instead he hurled his rifle to the ground and took one last look at the remains of the only home he’d ever known, gutted and blood splattered. Scanning the scene he found what he was looking for, the tattered remains of his parents, still holding on to one another even in death. It should have been the last thing he ever saw because it was just then that one of the beasts closed it’s jaws around his throat and his world went dark. By the time the other colonists arrived at Omega the creatures had vanished, their spawning complete they had returned to their underground lairs to hibernate. The incident was a kick in the teeth for the entire empire and today Omega camp stands as a memorial to all the lives lost in the attack. At least it served as warning for future colonists, all future endeavours came prepared for anything, better to be cautious than torn apart in your own bed after all.
Life After Resurrection:Returning from the dead wasn’t actually much of a shock for Fletcher, he’d always been inclined towards the concept of reincarnation when he was alive. Or at least that would have been the case had he been able to recall his previous ideals from the shattered world that was his memories. After washing up on the shore it was all he could do to lay there with the waves gently lapping at his feet, mind desperately trying to fill in the gaps of his own existence. It was only after the dawn began to creep over the sea that a word came back to him. A name. Fletcher. It was all he had so he clung to it, claiming at his own. Soon after he was collected by a pair of individuals who seemed to know a lot more about him than he did, claiming they would take him to where he could fulfill his new destiny. With no other options than to retreat back into the water he willing followed them through the misty veil that had descended over his mind and allowed them to go about a process they seemed alarmingly familiar with, almost as if they had done this many times before. Without the sense of will to stop it the mysterious figures performed some kind of procedure on him, pumping his body full of an alien substance that replaced the numbing cold that had been consuming him with a terrible fire as if suddenly the blood in his veins had come to a boil. Suddenly death didn’t seem so bad.
That had only been the first leg of his new journey, a simple taste of the trials and hardships to come. They moulded him from an empty shell of a man into the weapon they needed him to be, a tool that they could be proud to call Einherjar. As he trained bits of his old life came back to him in the form of dreams and the more he remembered the more difficult it became for him to continue down this path. It was a fine line to balance, remembering the man he’d once been whilst not rejecting his new identity. He endeavoured to do honour both sides of his fate and make a difference in the way that only those reborn from the water could. So much had changed since his days on Alpha Centauri, the once thriving humanity now lay defeated on its knees in the wake of the collapse and in such a world hope was hard to come by. But not gone. That much he was sure of. The Dreamwatch had the potential to be that hope so he put his all into training and soon proved himself to be an extremely talented marksman and exceptional trainee. For the final stretch of his training Fletcher has found himself on Tengoku. With six years now behind him he has been informed that soon he will be joining the infamous Division Gamma, γ, Blue. [/div]
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Einherjar Classification: Class 1
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 5'4
Weight: 130
Hair Description: Hip length raven black hair.
Eye Description: Big strawberry red eyes.
Complexion: Fair Skinned
Physical Peculiarities: Una's eyes are assumed to be some side-effect of being reborn, as she's certain her eyes were never red before.
Approximate Age of Death: 19
Cause of Death: Hypoxia and Acidosis and Cardiac arrest. (aka: Drowning)
Year of Death: 1941
Place of Death: Hawaii, Earth, Milky Way
Einherjar Chapter: Eljudnir
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Metaphasium Augment Type: Galvode
Khaliunaa normally uses her enhanced strength to excel in hand to hand combat in ways others cannot. Being so small, normally the power is unexpected, allowing her to take out anyone who gets to close quite quickly. Otherwise, the strength is just to carry bigger, deadlier weapons into battle. Any time Una strains her muscles, you can see her veins bulge more than normal as metaphasium runs through them. When she hardens her body to protect herself, the protected portion are encased in hardened black metal.
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Personality: Una is one of the most self absorbed people you will ever meet. Every time she opens her mouth, she finds a way to make it about her. Una recognizes this about herself, but sees it was a positive trait. The reason she's so self absorbed isn't that she sees everyone else as worthless or insignificant, it's that she sees herself as the most important piece of the universe's puzzle. Being as great as she possibly can consumes Una's daily thoughts. She'll silently compare herself to everyone she meets, and if she finds them 'superior' in any way, she'll work to surpass them with her own strength. Of course, Una is also very competitive, never letting someone one up her just for the sake of one upping her. It's almost childish how much she cares about winning. Nonetheless, this attitude gives her the power to power through numerous obstacles put before her.
Unfortunately, she can't handle losing well. Being defeated, losing, failing, whatever it's called leads Una to throw brief tantrums as she angrily tries to piece together why she failed. Sometimes she'll be pissed simply because she couldn't meet the standards she sets for herself. These standards are usually high, and more difficult than simply completing whatever task she's been assigned. However, after her bout of rage has ended, the failure won't bother her again. She'll tell you she's more than confident she won't lose in the same way again.
Una loves praise. Being told how great she is, or that she's done a good job means a lot to her. She often has trouble distinguishing between sarcastic compliments and genuine ones however, so she simply treats them all as genuine positivity. The one thing Una appreciates the most in her life, however, are her friends. Even though she doesn't treat them as well as she should, she'll go a long way for them if they ask. Hell, she may even apologize to them from time to time if she pisses them off. Overall, Una is just an overconfident girl who often forgets to care about the people around her.
Dislikes: Artificial Intelligence, Scented Candles, Vegetables, Blondes
Likes: Stars, Spaceships, Fireworks, Animals, Dancing
Fears: Oceans, Rats, Inferiority
Character Quirks: One way Khaliunaa expresses her happiness is by doing a little dance. The more joyous the occasion, the more involved the dance.
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Name before Death: Khaliunaa Bayanbold
Life Before Resurrection: Khaliunaa's parents immigrants. They traveled from Mongolia to the United States to for her father's work. There in America Khaliunaa was born, smack-dab in the middle of the country in an area called the Mid-West. Growing up, Una found her parents fighting often. her father's work was going downhill. Being so young, Una didn't quite see the depth of it all, but she could tell that her parents were rarely happy. By the time Una was in middle school, she had a decent idea of why they were so unhappy. They had come to a new country because of the promised success, but it didn't work out, and now they had totally lost their luxurious way of life. Khaliuna's mother now worked as a house cleaner, and her father still struggled to keep the company he was apart of afloat. During Khaliuna's two years of middle school, she went to three different schools. In all three she played sports like soccer, basketball, and volleyball. Somehow, Khaliunaa managed to be quite excellent at all three. She was the fastest at her school, was great at dribbling the basketball, and could jump high as well. To top it off, Una was taller than most girls her age at this point. By the time highschool started, she was already quite popular.
On Una's first day of school, she got into a fight. It wasn't over anything important. Apparently some blonde girl thought she looked stupid with her hair so long, and voice her opinion. Una didn't appreciate her rudeness and the girls traded blows, and Una ended up in the principles office. Una later found out the girl's name was Sydney, and she quickly came to be Una's least favorite person through highschool. As Una rose to popularity through her athletics and beauty, Sydney did the same. The two were fierce rivals, despite being so similar. However, as highschool progressed, Una found herself falling behind. She had stopped growing, stuck at 5'4. Sydney was more than six feet tall. Una didn't get any athletic scholarships for sports, despite needing them to afford a higher education. Sydney received them from some of the top schools in the country. To put it simply Una lost the competition. With her parents unable to send her to college, and with Una having not saved up enough, Khaliunaa say one way to get the money she needed, and at the same time get a higher education.
Joining the Navy was a big step for Una. She'd never thought too hard about life without her parents, friends, and what it'd be like to put her life on the line. Plus with tensions running incredibly high across the world, her parents were worried she'd end up in combat. It was a risk Una was willing to take. She had resolved to get a good job one day to prove to her parents that she that she was capable. After everything they'd wen through, it'd make them happy to see her successful. It'd also look good once she got famous, because somehow she'd find a way to get rich. Una envisioned herself in a huge mansion with a hot actor as a husband. Of course, her parents would live in the mansion too. They deserved some pampering after going through so much stress here in America.
A year later, Una found herself stationed in Hawaii on the U.S.S Arizona. She'd made several close friends during her time in the Navy. The people she worked with everyday as a rescue swimmer had become some of her closest friends, and the people she trusted the most. For once in Una's life, she wasn't constantly comparing herself to everyone. She was content with who she was. It was a good feeling, better than anything she'd been before. Minutes after thinking about all of this, her ship was hit by a bomb. Normally, the ship would be able to handle being hit by a bomb or two, but this bomb had hit a power magazine, triggering a greater explosion. Una wasn't killed by the explosion, but she and several others were sent into the ocean, with the ship sinking right above them. Una had been trained to be able to survive falling into the ocean. Never before had she ever thought she'd have so much debris pushing her farther down. Una never made it back to the surface before she died.
Life After Resurrection: It felt like Una had awoken from a brief nap when she awoken on the shore of the Oblivion Sea. However at the same time, it felt as if she had awoken from the longest sleep she had ever slept. She didn't remember anything, not even her own name for a time. To this day, Una is still convinced that this is some sort of fucked up joke of an afterlife. The fact that she didn't recognize a single thing in Eljudnir didn't help. Hell, the name Eljudnir sounded like it came straight out of hell. But for Una, the hardest part about living in this new world wasn't learning that she had literally died already centuries ago, it was that she could barely hope to understand the technology and history of the world. Perhaps if she had her own memories to compare it to, she could understand, but instead she was left with a bunch of terms that all sounded like a different language. Knowing she was likely the dumbest person out there was a hard pill to swallow. The only solace she had was in the Dreamcatchers, who devoted countless hours to getting Khaliunaa accustomed to her new life.
It took nearly two years for Una to truly become accustomed to Eljudnir. All the while the dream-watchers slowly conditioned and trained her to what they called an Einherjar. The idea of being a personal soldier to some organization she cared nothing about disgusted her, but she figured that this was her best chance to do something with her new life. if she could become the best Einherjar, would it even matter if she didn't know who she was? Una didn't think it would matter, however, becoming the best looked as if it'd take quite awhile. Watching the more veteran Einherjars intimidated her a bit, but at the same time, it excited her to think that she'd be better than them one day. Despite having been struggling as an initiate for awhile, she was designated to join Division Gamma, γ, Blue. She had heard that the leader of that was a ruthless woman, but also extremely skilled. She was the perfect target to surpass.
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Division γ Blue
"The Morrighan"
"The Morrighan"
Einherjar Classification: Class 1
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 5'4
Weight: 130
Hair Description: Hip length raven black hair.
Eye Description: Big strawberry red eyes.
Complexion: Fair Skinned
Physical Peculiarities: Una's eyes are assumed to be some side-effect of being reborn, as she's certain her eyes were never red before.
Approximate Age of Death: 19
Cause of Death: Hypoxia and Acidosis and Cardiac arrest. (aka: Drowning)
Year of Death: 1941
Place of Death: Hawaii, Earth, Milky Way
Einherjar Chapter: Eljudnir
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APPEARANCE
Metaphasium Augment Type: Galvode
Khaliunaa normally uses her enhanced strength to excel in hand to hand combat in ways others cannot. Being so small, normally the power is unexpected, allowing her to take out anyone who gets to close quite quickly. Otherwise, the strength is just to carry bigger, deadlier weapons into battle. Any time Una strains her muscles, you can see her veins bulge more than normal as metaphasium runs through them. When she hardens her body to protect herself, the protected portion are encased in hardened black metal.
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Personality: Una is one of the most self absorbed people you will ever meet. Every time she opens her mouth, she finds a way to make it about her. Una recognizes this about herself, but sees it was a positive trait. The reason she's so self absorbed isn't that she sees everyone else as worthless or insignificant, it's that she sees herself as the most important piece of the universe's puzzle. Being as great as she possibly can consumes Una's daily thoughts. She'll silently compare herself to everyone she meets, and if she finds them 'superior' in any way, she'll work to surpass them with her own strength. Of course, Una is also very competitive, never letting someone one up her just for the sake of one upping her. It's almost childish how much she cares about winning. Nonetheless, this attitude gives her the power to power through numerous obstacles put before her.
Unfortunately, she can't handle losing well. Being defeated, losing, failing, whatever it's called leads Una to throw brief tantrums as she angrily tries to piece together why she failed. Sometimes she'll be pissed simply because she couldn't meet the standards she sets for herself. These standards are usually high, and more difficult than simply completing whatever task she's been assigned. However, after her bout of rage has ended, the failure won't bother her again. She'll tell you she's more than confident she won't lose in the same way again.
Una loves praise. Being told how great she is, or that she's done a good job means a lot to her. She often has trouble distinguishing between sarcastic compliments and genuine ones however, so she simply treats them all as genuine positivity. The one thing Una appreciates the most in her life, however, are her friends. Even though she doesn't treat them as well as she should, she'll go a long way for them if they ask. Hell, she may even apologize to them from time to time if she pisses them off. Overall, Una is just an overconfident girl who often forgets to care about the people around her.
Dislikes: Artificial Intelligence, Scented Candles, Vegetables, Blondes
Likes: Stars, Spaceships, Fireworks, Animals, Dancing
Fears: Oceans, Rats, Inferiority
Character Quirks: One way Khaliunaa expresses her happiness is by doing a little dance. The more joyous the occasion, the more involved the dance.
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Name before Death: Khaliunaa Bayanbold
Life Before Resurrection: Khaliunaa's parents immigrants. They traveled from Mongolia to the United States to for her father's work. There in America Khaliunaa was born, smack-dab in the middle of the country in an area called the Mid-West. Growing up, Una found her parents fighting often. her father's work was going downhill. Being so young, Una didn't quite see the depth of it all, but she could tell that her parents were rarely happy. By the time Una was in middle school, she had a decent idea of why they were so unhappy. They had come to a new country because of the promised success, but it didn't work out, and now they had totally lost their luxurious way of life. Khaliuna's mother now worked as a house cleaner, and her father still struggled to keep the company he was apart of afloat. During Khaliuna's two years of middle school, she went to three different schools. In all three she played sports like soccer, basketball, and volleyball. Somehow, Khaliunaa managed to be quite excellent at all three. She was the fastest at her school, was great at dribbling the basketball, and could jump high as well. To top it off, Una was taller than most girls her age at this point. By the time highschool started, she was already quite popular.
On Una's first day of school, she got into a fight. It wasn't over anything important. Apparently some blonde girl thought she looked stupid with her hair so long, and voice her opinion. Una didn't appreciate her rudeness and the girls traded blows, and Una ended up in the principles office. Una later found out the girl's name was Sydney, and she quickly came to be Una's least favorite person through highschool. As Una rose to popularity through her athletics and beauty, Sydney did the same. The two were fierce rivals, despite being so similar. However, as highschool progressed, Una found herself falling behind. She had stopped growing, stuck at 5'4. Sydney was more than six feet tall. Una didn't get any athletic scholarships for sports, despite needing them to afford a higher education. Sydney received them from some of the top schools in the country. To put it simply Una lost the competition. With her parents unable to send her to college, and with Una having not saved up enough, Khaliunaa say one way to get the money she needed, and at the same time get a higher education.
Joining the Navy was a big step for Una. She'd never thought too hard about life without her parents, friends, and what it'd be like to put her life on the line. Plus with tensions running incredibly high across the world, her parents were worried she'd end up in combat. It was a risk Una was willing to take. She had resolved to get a good job one day to prove to her parents that she that she was capable. After everything they'd wen through, it'd make them happy to see her successful. It'd also look good once she got famous, because somehow she'd find a way to get rich. Una envisioned herself in a huge mansion with a hot actor as a husband. Of course, her parents would live in the mansion too. They deserved some pampering after going through so much stress here in America.
A year later, Una found herself stationed in Hawaii on the U.S.S Arizona. She'd made several close friends during her time in the Navy. The people she worked with everyday as a rescue swimmer had become some of her closest friends, and the people she trusted the most. For once in Una's life, she wasn't constantly comparing herself to everyone. She was content with who she was. It was a good feeling, better than anything she'd been before. Minutes after thinking about all of this, her ship was hit by a bomb. Normally, the ship would be able to handle being hit by a bomb or two, but this bomb had hit a power magazine, triggering a greater explosion. Una wasn't killed by the explosion, but she and several others were sent into the ocean, with the ship sinking right above them. Una had been trained to be able to survive falling into the ocean. Never before had she ever thought she'd have so much debris pushing her farther down. Una never made it back to the surface before she died.
Life After Resurrection: It felt like Una had awoken from a brief nap when she awoken on the shore of the Oblivion Sea. However at the same time, it felt as if she had awoken from the longest sleep she had ever slept. She didn't remember anything, not even her own name for a time. To this day, Una is still convinced that this is some sort of fucked up joke of an afterlife. The fact that she didn't recognize a single thing in Eljudnir didn't help. Hell, the name Eljudnir sounded like it came straight out of hell. But for Una, the hardest part about living in this new world wasn't learning that she had literally died already centuries ago, it was that she could barely hope to understand the technology and history of the world. Perhaps if she had her own memories to compare it to, she could understand, but instead she was left with a bunch of terms that all sounded like a different language. Knowing she was likely the dumbest person out there was a hard pill to swallow. The only solace she had was in the Dreamcatchers, who devoted countless hours to getting Khaliunaa accustomed to her new life.
It took nearly two years for Una to truly become accustomed to Eljudnir. All the while the dream-watchers slowly conditioned and trained her to what they called an Einherjar. The idea of being a personal soldier to some organization she cared nothing about disgusted her, but she figured that this was her best chance to do something with her new life. if she could become the best Einherjar, would it even matter if she didn't know who she was? Una didn't think it would matter, however, becoming the best looked as if it'd take quite awhile. Watching the more veteran Einherjars intimidated her a bit, but at the same time, it excited her to think that she'd be better than them one day. Despite having been struggling as an initiate for awhile, she was designated to join Division Gamma, γ, Blue. She had heard that the leader of that was a ruthless woman, but also extremely skilled. She was the perfect target to surpass.
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