Who are you?
You are of the Vivian race, a majestic species of old. A race that most consider responsible for the current climate of Intergalactic and interuniversal politics today, due to the fact that Vivians were responsible for creating the Galactic Federation to deal with universal threats. Such as the Makers or Duskanian Empire, both which have wormed their way into the universal scene from the ancient planet, Avalon.
You arrived on Earth in a small starship. Your personal ship, one that was given to you during your childhood by Xairiaxia Lyrrion, the Queen of Lyrrionav and the ruler of Kyhaen. Your very own mother.
Your family name is Lyrrion. What is your personal name? (Feel free to suggest other details about your appearance here.)
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As the second princess of the Lyrrionav kingdom, you find yourself traveling to Earth to meet with a Vivian spy who will be your attendant and advisor. You hope to discuss with her your next moves on a mission that you have been recently given.
Within moments of entering the Earth's atmosphere, your autopiloted ship makes a turn for American airspace.
You tap the edge of your iridescent mirror, your holographic network communication device, shutting it off—It disappearing from view. You hop off your small bed, it looking oddly curved against the wall of the ship. But that didn't really bother you. The ship was never that spacey; everything inside it was in one area. You head to the control panel of your craft, pressing a button so you can get a better look at the land below.
The inside of your ship turns transparent, allowing you to see the outside world. Though it seems like you revealing yourself, you don't fret. Though the ship looked transparent from the inside, from the outside it looked like it always did. If someone on the ground did manage to catch your ship by chance, no one would be able to see you standing inside of it.
As you hit Jersey's coast you look at a city bustling in the night, from the top of its concrete jungle.
Ravensworth.
You had remembered that name. Honestly, the city didn't look all that impressive compared to the futuristic and technologically advanced places that littered the world of Kyhaen. What was so special about this place?
Your ship heads toward the meeting area. At the place called North Park. Your ship lands in a dark clearing with no one to see it, except for one person standing outside, waiting to meet you. As you walk down the steps of your starcraft, you look up at the night sky for a moment before returning your attention to the person that has come to you.
You take in the taller Vivian woman as she smiles at you, clearly waiting for you to fully get on the grass. You do so and your ship closes itself soon after, the steps lifting back into the door. Her ears were pointed like yours, her eyes distinct in their Vivianess. She wasn't using cloaking technology to make herself look more human right now. She, like you and most other Vivians over the age of twelve, had your tails removed.
You look the woman—Sheariah Zenyillo—in her cat-like eyes. Her gaze seems warm and honest but you know better. You decide to give her the standard Vivian greeting. A battle of the minds. Focusing yourself, you use your vapor—your spiritual energy—to attempt to create a small undetectable link between you and your advisor's mind. Of course, within seconds, she finds your spiritual node in her brain and rips it out with ease. For the next minute, which felt more like an hour, the both of you engage in a grueling duel of telepathy. You both try to pass each other defenses, planting telepathic viruses in each other's mental landscape—aiming to release attacks before the other person noticed.
Though Sheariah can't subdue you, she often notices your moves right away. It was like she could tell what you were aiming for before you did. Once she gets her shields up it was impossible to break into her mind. She probably isn't going all out either. You snarl at the thought. You can't pull away any information from her.
You frown. Maybe you should try a Thousand Voices of Screeching Hell? A vertigo technique? Or maybe stronger illusions.
"
Well!" Sheariah exclaims telepathically, her voice sounding pleasant and sweet, "
Isn't this a bit much?"
You huff and pull your mind away from her's but you leave it close enough for mental contact.
"
Still, thank you for that. It's been so long since I've been able to communicate with my own kind."
"If that's what you call communication."
"It is for us Vivian, that's why you probed me, right?"
You scoff at her.
"Sorry, Your Highness," she says before giving a slight bow with a smile. "
Forgive my crass humor. Let me welcome you properly."
You give her a look of irritation.
"Don't apologize for something I was responsible for."
"But I..."
"Forget it."
Sheariah frowns but says nothing else. A pause.
"Then, welcome to Earth, my princess," she says.
After making sure you had the necessary items, you send a telepathic message to your ship which causes it to lift into the air and return to orbit. You follow Sheariah as she walks back to her car, paying a bit more attention to her clothing now that she isn't facing you.
Unlike you, it looks like Sheariah has fully integrated into human society. She was wearing a black jacket with a hood and tight leggings. It seems fairly plain and unstylish compared to what she wore most of the time as a noble. The weird slippers Sheariah had on didn't help her outfit either.
You get in her small vehicle, Sheariah mentioning something about avoiding public transportation for time being. You sit in silence as she drives and you look out at the city, sneaking glances at Sheariah every now and then. You wonder why a woman of her stature from a prestigious noble family like the Zenyillo would choose to be a spy on some no-name planet.
"What do you think of Ravensworth so far?" Sheariah asks, startling you with the sound of her real voice.
"Mmm. Nothing special really." You start to smirk. "How much did they pay you to sit and rot in on this primitive backwater hellhole?"
"Ah..." Sheariah says like she realizes something. "It's not really that bad, to be honest. Technology is behind a couple years but this place is easy to get used to. I'm sure they'll catch up with the rest of the galactic community in a decade or so, with the way the Valterians are pushing things."
"Oh?"
"Mmm. Privately, I mean. Anyway, I wouldn't be surprised if Earth has it's 'alien disclosure' thing soon. For the main population."
You roll your eyes.
"This place isn't Lyrrionav," she continues, "but there's more here than meets the eye."
"You're speaking of the people with powers here? The... cape scene, they call it?"
"Correct. Tensions are running high between the gangs here. A gang war might break out soon."
"That's what you spent the last two months here investigating? Human scoundrels, that happened to be lucky enough to have ancestors from the Valterian bloodline?"
"It's not that bad. Your sister lives here."
"
What?" You ask, your cheeks turn red with irritation as a burning sensation starts rising in your gut.
"Not here in this city. In New York."
"That doesn't make it better. Why did you bring her up?"
"I was going to use her as an example. She's gotten used to working with the humans here, as part of the Alliance."
"The hero organization?"
Sheariah nods.
"Hmm, what a waste of time," you say, your face leaning on your fist, your elbow pressed against the armrest. "She should be preparing to lead Kyhaen instead of that stupid university she's at."
Your older sister,
Yoko Minami, was Queen Xairiaxia's eldest daughter the crown princess of Kyhaen, the heir to the throne, and she wasn't even a pureblood. That annoys you to no end. Worse, she was mixed with the Tainted race. A species of barbarians that knew about nothing except for killing and dying. That race was a blight on the omniverse as a whole. Even with Vivian blood, Yoko was affected.
Infected. With a strong desire to kill.
You had been on the receiving end of that once, and though your half-sister cried her heart out and begged you for forgiveness, you never forgot the moment she had almost killed you. How could you forget, with the scar she gave you, that ever-present reminder, etched into your chest? Tiamat, the humans here called her. A fitting name.
After few minutes of silence, Sheariah speaks up.
"So, about this mission. Are you ready?"
What's your Mission?
[ ] Monarch of Future Past - After causing disruption within the Lyrrionav capital and getting into an argument with your mother, Queen Xairiaxia, you have been sent to Earth on a mission of reconnaissance as punishment.
[ ] Conversion Next - When the Dragon King-Emperor of Duskan, Dusk, attacked Kyhaen a few years ago, he used forces to kidnap you during the war. Now, he has sent you on a mission of reconnaissance to Earth so that you may prove that you are worth the honorary princesshood he has bestowed upon you.
[ ] Dark)Boundary - You were studying to be a part of the Vivian council on the planet Vatillus before the Duskanian-Kyhean war tore your life apart. Your life was saved by Felicia Khalil, a renown human thief, recon, and infiltration specialist—she has sent you on a reconnaissance mission to Earth to keep an eye on something she's interested in.
"I am," you say.
"You sure?"
"I've been training."
What is your classification?
[ ] Warrior - You are a well-rounded fighter, agile and powerful in melee combat.
Class Skills:
- Riding = You have the exceptional skill to ride, drive, or pilot many things from vehicles to mythical creatures.
- Magic & Vapor Resistance = You have enhanced protection against vapor effects and attacks, you are more durable to spiritual acts than most.
[ ] Tactician - You have high battle intelligence. You excel at planning and strategic fighting.
Class Skills:
- Eye of Mind (False) = You have the ability to avoid danger and succeed in battle based on intuition not on battle experience.
- Military Tactics = You have tactical knowledge for battles where many people are mobilized.
[ ] Infiltrator - You are stealthy, and you can obtain advantageous positions over enemies.
Class Skills:
- Presence Concealment = You can hide your presence.
- Battle Continuation = You are able to continue combat for a little while after sustaining mortal/lethal wounds, you're resilient.
[ ] Mentalist - You are psychic and/or mentally intelligent. Generally, you use psychology, telepathy, and psychokinesis for attacks.
Class Skills:
- Telepathy = You are able to read and understand the thoughts, emotions, and feelings of others.
- True Name Discernment = You are able to learn the "true name" of something in the language of the Gods, allowing for more control over the said object or being.
[ ] Gadgeteer - You are good at building complex technology to use in life or battle.
Class Skills:
- Item Construction = You are able to manufacture all times of items that are hard to replicate by others.
- Innovation = You are able to improve upon the existing ideas of other, or come up with and build concepts never once contemplated before.
"Have you mastered your element yet?" Sheariah asks.
" I feel like I'm pretty adept at mixing my elemental affinity with my attacks but I could still use more practice. I'll have it mastered soon enough."
What is your element?
[ ] Fire - Fire based, Most abilities deal with consumption, heat, entropy, fuels, energy transfer and thermodynamics.
[ ] Water - Water Based, Most abilities deal with flows, forms, cycles, combinations, and manipulations of such.
[ ] Earth - Earth Based, Most abilities deal with grounding, cultivation of energy and energy embedding.
[ ] Air - Air Based, Most abilities deal with kinetic forces, static energy, free energy and directed movement.
[ ]Ether/Darkness - Manipulation of the void and higher spiritual realms and pure energy.
[ ] New Element - A random element that is not apart of the main five Elements, allowing for specialty techniques most other beings cannot use, may affect user physiologically.
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"I see." Sheariah gives you a soft smile but looks forward, still paying attention to the road. "I think things are going to get really exciting, now that you're here."
"Exciting? Is that what you're hoping for?"
Sheariah shrugs. "Why not? How about you? What are you hoping for?"
What do you seek?
[ ] Peace - You desire a state of mutual harmony between all people and groups, freedom from any strife or dissension, tranquility.
[ ] Joy - You desire the source of keen pleasure and delight; something or someone exceptionally satisfying that gives you true happiness.
[ ] Salvation - You desire to be saved and protected from harm, to be given redemption.
[ ] Power - You desire for the possession of control, authority, and influence over yourself and others.
[ ] Glory - You look to be adorned, praised, and admired by all—an inordinate amount of self-esteem, a justifiable amount of self-respect.
"I'm... not sure," you answer.
"Well, don't worry about it. You'll have plenty of time to figure it out. Look! We're almost at my apartment..."