05-22-2015, 08:26 PM
Tyrand’r was not exaggerating when he had said; teaching her how to adapt would be the most difficult thing she ever experienced, as her slender hands trembled with anticipation, waiting patiently in line. She hated waiting. This was an unfair situation.
No matter how many times the statuesque woman glanced up at the large clock above the reception desk, the minute hand did not seem to move quickly, instead, at a snail’s pace. After just three minutes of queuing obediently, the Empress reached the verge of breaking point. In this kind of situation she needed something do, something to distract her attention, kill time until she reached the desk area.
Komand’r glanced up at the giant TV, attached to the wall above the reception area. As if the Omniverse wasn’t already weird, her eyes lay upon a female reporter with a mushroom for a head.
“This is Toadina, reporting live from the Dante Verse. Today is a historic day. After a seven year absence, Dante’s Abyss returns and it’s bigger than ever!” The red with yellow spotted, mushroom-headed woman was so excited that she almost lifted herself off her feet. “This year’s Dante’s Abyss is expected to set a new record, with over 9,000 Primes already having stated their intent to participate. This figure compares to the 7,320 eager warriors that signed up for the 3rd Annual Dante’s Abyss.”
Blah, blah, blah, thought Komand’r, as the reporter walked and talked towards a small gathering, rather, the dozen that still had to sign up.
“As you can see, the number of participants waiting to sign up has shrunk dramatically as the registration process draws to a close.”
“Tch,” said the Empress to herself, removing her attention from the TV, but quickly directed her eyes back to the screen.
Suddenly, a cold shiver ran down her spin, glancing in horror at a familiar person, grinning evilly into the video camera.
“As you can see, the participants hoping to participate vary from a heap of races. I’m not quite sure where he’s from though.” She walked closer towards him, curious.
Unbelievable, thought Komand’r. His jade skin, long cloak and most of all, hideous looking face that no sane person would forget was enough to make her blood boil. Subconsciously, she balled her fists so tight veins enveloped her golden skin. She wasn’t hissing anymore; she was growling.
A hand touched her shoulder, causing the Tamaranean to flinch violently. “A Psion,” she growled, simultaneously, grimacing at the same female trooper that had escorted her into the hotel.
“Pardon me?”
Komand’r blood pressure began to decrease as she regained her composure. “How do I get to the Dante Verse?”
Only a few minutes remained until the sign ups ended. There was no way Komand’r was going to miss the deadline, let the opportunity of exterminating the vermin she had seen on TV, slip away. The Psions had been the bane of the Tamaraneans existence for centuries and what perfect opportunity to make an example of one, than on public television? It was the reason why she ran towards the camps faster than she had ever travelled before.
“And we have a late entrant!” shouted the reporter Toadina, neck and neck with Komand’r as if they were competing in a hundred metre dash.
The Tamaran turned to her left at the mushroom woman who panted heavily, struggling to run and speak through her black, DA microphone, simultaneously.
Komand’r grinned cheekily at the reporter. “What makes you think a mushroom is quicker than I?” The Tamaranean turned her direction back towards the tent, and then picked up speed, quickly separating the distance between the mushroom lady and her camera crew.
“Name?” asked the attendant, once the humanoid had reached the tent, heart thumping, following her sprint.
Komand’r was the name her parents gave her at birth, but traditionally, Tamaranean’s also had an alias that they strictly used for combat. This was the perfect time to introduce it to the world.
“Blackfire.”
“Now, the photographer will take a photo of you, and we’ll take it from there.”
“What is this?” Blackfire frowned. “An audition for a pop magazine?”
“We don’t have much time, so you’ll have to make up your mind quickly.”
“Fine!” barked the Tamaranean, folding her arms, scrunching her face. “This is my pose; deal with it!”
No matter how many times the statuesque woman glanced up at the large clock above the reception desk, the minute hand did not seem to move quickly, instead, at a snail’s pace. After just three minutes of queuing obediently, the Empress reached the verge of breaking point. In this kind of situation she needed something do, something to distract her attention, kill time until she reached the desk area.
Komand’r glanced up at the giant TV, attached to the wall above the reception area. As if the Omniverse wasn’t already weird, her eyes lay upon a female reporter with a mushroom for a head.
“This is Toadina, reporting live from the Dante Verse. Today is a historic day. After a seven year absence, Dante’s Abyss returns and it’s bigger than ever!” The red with yellow spotted, mushroom-headed woman was so excited that she almost lifted herself off her feet. “This year’s Dante’s Abyss is expected to set a new record, with over 9,000 Primes already having stated their intent to participate. This figure compares to the 7,320 eager warriors that signed up for the 3rd Annual Dante’s Abyss.”
Blah, blah, blah, thought Komand’r, as the reporter walked and talked towards a small gathering, rather, the dozen that still had to sign up.
“As you can see, the number of participants waiting to sign up has shrunk dramatically as the registration process draws to a close.”
“Tch,” said the Empress to herself, removing her attention from the TV, but quickly directed her eyes back to the screen.
Suddenly, a cold shiver ran down her spin, glancing in horror at a familiar person, grinning evilly into the video camera.
“As you can see, the participants hoping to participate vary from a heap of races. I’m not quite sure where he’s from though.” She walked closer towards him, curious.
Unbelievable, thought Komand’r. His jade skin, long cloak and most of all, hideous looking face that no sane person would forget was enough to make her blood boil. Subconsciously, she balled her fists so tight veins enveloped her golden skin. She wasn’t hissing anymore; she was growling.
A hand touched her shoulder, causing the Tamaranean to flinch violently. “A Psion,” she growled, simultaneously, grimacing at the same female trooper that had escorted her into the hotel.
“Pardon me?”
Komand’r blood pressure began to decrease as she regained her composure. “How do I get to the Dante Verse?”
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Only a few minutes remained until the sign ups ended. There was no way Komand’r was going to miss the deadline, let the opportunity of exterminating the vermin she had seen on TV, slip away. The Psions had been the bane of the Tamaraneans existence for centuries and what perfect opportunity to make an example of one, than on public television? It was the reason why she ran towards the camps faster than she had ever travelled before.
“And we have a late entrant!” shouted the reporter Toadina, neck and neck with Komand’r as if they were competing in a hundred metre dash.
The Tamaran turned to her left at the mushroom woman who panted heavily, struggling to run and speak through her black, DA microphone, simultaneously.
Komand’r grinned cheekily at the reporter. “What makes you think a mushroom is quicker than I?” The Tamaranean turned her direction back towards the tent, and then picked up speed, quickly separating the distance between the mushroom lady and her camera crew.
“Name?” asked the attendant, once the humanoid had reached the tent, heart thumping, following her sprint.
Komand’r was the name her parents gave her at birth, but traditionally, Tamaranean’s also had an alias that they strictly used for combat. This was the perfect time to introduce it to the world.
“Blackfire.”
“Now, the photographer will take a photo of you, and we’ll take it from there.”
“What is this?” Blackfire frowned. “An audition for a pop magazine?”
“We don’t have much time, so you’ll have to make up your mind quickly.”
“Fine!” barked the Tamaranean, folding her arms, scrunching her face. “This is my pose; deal with it!”
Quote:Appearance –
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Personality –
Blackfire’s pride and arrogance stem from her upper class status, and as royalty. Due to her unpleasant past, she lacks social skills. It also has a strong bearing as to why there is only one person she has ever valued as a close friend. Society made her the way she is, a person that finds it difficult to get close to and trust others; consequently, she is generally wary of anyone she encounters.
Blackfire’s superior level of intelligence blends with her cold nature, resulting in a cunning individual capable of using someone for her own benefit.
Possible Reactions –
Blackfire understands the game very well, thus, she would do whatever it takes to win, even if it means demeaning herself by forming temporary allies. Regardless, due to her untrustworthy nature, she will be cautious around every other participant, even if she’s has to literally sleep with one eye open.
In summary, if anyone so much as gives her a reason to think they are a threat, for instance, something as simple as sliding their hand into their pocket; she will eliminate them instantly.
Relationships –
None.
‘Combat’ Style –
Blackfire considers herself a complete warrior and believes she possesses the physical capability to adapt to any type of adversary.
Aside from her ability to manipulate energy into explosive weapons of mass destruction, she is also a highly proficient martial artist, possessing skills in a variety of combat disciplines: karate, taekwondo, muay thai, kickboxing, boxing, also blended with her grappling skills as a trained, judoka and jiu-jitsu practitioner.
Eligible Powers –
Basic Super Jumping
Master Acrobat
Moves –
Blackbolts
(Ranged Proficiency, Area Attack Proficiency)
A straightforward energy ball, Starbolts are purple in hue and form from either hand, or both. They can be formed almost instantaneously, resulting in a weaker ball, or can be charged for up to ten seconds, resulting in much larger balls that explode and can destroy larger objects like cars. Blackfire can continue to move while charging Starbolts.
Quotes –
“Insolent fool”
“You are nothing but a commoner that should be cleaning my boots.”
“You are finished!”
“I will reduce you to ashes!”
“Hahahahaha!”
“You insect.”
“You are nothing more than vermin.”
“You should be privileged to be in the presence of a Queen.”
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