Angel of Destruction

 

 

Name: Kauri/Ikari

Race: Angel//Modified

Age: Unknown, appears 16, though last known age is 21.

Gender: Female

Status: Critical

Tier: High

Personality: The person Ikari had once been is gone. In that other life she was innocent, sometimes to the point of naivety. She’d watched the worlds and actions through eyes that didn’t consider things good or evil, just necessary. After her change though she began to take pleasure in the things that some considered evil. She began to relish the destruction that she often times wrought upon places and people. This isn’t to say she herself is an evil person, just that she enjoys it. The innocence was washed away and in its place was left a cynical indifference that borders on permanent sarcasm.

Physical Des: Like her personality her description may change based upon her circumstances. For basics though, her hair changed from black to silver and hangs loose until about the middle of her back. Her eyes were at one point violet in color, almost to seem black, but with her transformation they were shifted to a metallic blue color. At times her eyes can seem to almost spark, and if one looks closely enough you can just make out clusters of nano particles gathered around her irises. Ikari’s body was never designed to be voluptuous, or eye catching. She stands roughly five foot four inches tall, her shape lithe but supple. She would never be mistaken for a boy by her shape, but neither would men find themselves drawn to over-sized breasts. In all aspects of ratio and proportion though, she is perfect.

Powers, Abilities, Skills:

Nano particles/Angel Dust (Level 10)

As described in her history, these creatures were introduced into her body at infancy, but the unique blood in her veins changed them over time and brought life to their AI makeup. Inside her, around her, they dwell, able to multiply and change at a whim, an instant, where is one so then could be millions with a single thought. In her rebirth she learned that for most of her life those machines had been guided by the love and protection of her siblings, those three that had given their lives in protection of hers. It was their will that protected her body and gave her the tools she needed.

Sacrificial Organisms(10): As every nano particle within her body is a living entity, the self sacrifice the microscopic beings perform for each of Ikari’s creations lends the creations or effects just a little more power than would be normal. The creatures do this for love of Ikari, and the memories they share.

Creation (10): Through no direct command of her own, each time Ikari comes into contact with something unknown the curiosity of her machines will make every attempt possible to infest the object and learn any and all secrets within it. This process can take a few seconds, depending on the size of the object, but once done it creates something of a blueprint in her mind. Through her Alter power she can then change her own machines, or any other matter on hand, into that of the object. Nine times out of ten, when she recreates something it turns out better and more sophisticated than the original product.

Creation//Energy (10): In the same family as her creation of objects, Ikari has the ability to recreate energy sources she has come into contact with, barring they be species unique or incapable of being learned. Through her travels and battles she has learned to create the more normal of energy types, such as photon, plasma, ion, among others. On the other spectrum of this learning she is able to create the atoms separately that make up the energy sources and use them towards other purposes.

Creation//Elemental(10): The ability to convert matter into elements, such as fire, water, ice, air, earth.

Take Over (10): As experience in the space of Solaria, and before, Ikari’s machines have the ability to possess theoretically any machine they come into contact with. Though some, who know no better, may call it hacking everything she does to take over another machine is done mostly on an organic level. The living nano particles will merge with the machine’s circuitry and hardware, using Ikari’s will and the power of their own presence to not-so-simply overwhelm anything put into place to prevent conventional hacking. You have to remember, they are not normal nano particles, but infused with Ikari’s own power and will. In a more simpler way to put it, they assimilate the machine, making it as much a part of them as possible without destroying the purpose of the object.

Survival (10): One of the base principles of the machines is survival, of them and of their Lady. To this end their core purpose is for Ikari to live. In this regard they continuously purge her blood and body of imperfections, destroy any disease or infection that attempts to infiltrate her cells, and repair instantly any tissue damaged. I.E. In her battle on Vento Ikari lost a limb, or two. When something of this magnitude happens her organisms will recreate an arm out of their own bodies, making the limb over ten times stronger than before. While this arm is in use, and is only a shell, the machines are busy beneath the surface rebuilding the severed or heavily damaged limb.

 

Second Skin (10): In the same family as her skill for survival, the small organisms also react automatically to any object that breaches a set field around Ikari’s body. This field is something akin to a field of particles, invisible but always there. Remember, anywhere Ikari walks or goes her body is continuously producing these creatures and sending them into the air for information gathering. This same principle applies to the cloud that surrounds her. The organisms given this task detect things approaching, analyze them as they pass through their field, and communicate with the body to react accordingly. For example, if a bullet is fired at her it passes through the field, and as it does so is read, analyzed, given a level of threat, and passed along or dismissed. If it is passed along then before the shot can touch her a wellspring of nano particles appears in the area it would hit, effectively stopping it. Ikari also has the option to change the object before it reaches her, if she so wishes, as it’s makeup is read and transmitted instantaneously. A fail safe for this, incase something faster than the speed of light passes through the field, is that the second a piece of skin is breached the breach is flooded with an overabundance of particles, sealing and destroying the object or energy.

Learn (10): Through the power and abilities of her Nano machines, Ikari is always learning new information, about worlds, people, objects, gods, anything that her far flung pieces of self come across, she knows. In times of battle she automatically releases these particles into the area, allowing them free reign to gauge strengths weaknesses, locations, and strategy.

Memory (9): Though not always effective, through her nano power, alter power, and angelic nature she can divulge memories from her targets, objects, or places. This is brought about by the changes her blood has created within the Alter power and the Nano Machines with their sentient life and abilities. Mostly though, this power was awakened by the Awakening of Ikari, through her siblings and her glimpses into other realms, other places.

Alter Power

Alter Origin: When the scientists on her home world discovered that there were other universes than just the one they lived in, they somehow stumbled on something which even the Multi Verse had little knowledge of. An Alter Verse they called it. Within this place there were no planets that they could see, (they could not see a vast amount, as they were looking through a portal the size of a stargate), nor life. The only image they received and could perceive, was color. This other dimension, or verse, was a miasma of vibrancy. To their eyes it appeared as though all colors and no colors were represented there, as insane as that sounded. They experimented with this other verse by allowing small portions of it to leak into their chamber, but nothing would happen. The night when the alter verse woke up was the night or Ikari’s first rebirth. Along with the other pure children, when the portal exploded and drowned the building in its colors, she was drowned and swept away. When they found the children again it was discovered that they had not only nearly been killed, but that they now had frightening new abilities.

Alteration(10): It seems this power was created just to compliment everything that she is, for most of what she has become is centered on this ability. Alone, her machines would be able to morph into other objects and weapons, but with her core made up of a fathomless well of Alter Power, her machines can be changed into anything her mind desires.

Chaos Alter (10): Something she has used rarely, for the results can not be foreseen or controlled. This would be something akin to what happened to her that night when she became different. She would use the raw, unmolded Alter Power as an attack. This blast of Altering would then change the target, but in which ways no one knows. It could be for good, or for bad. She speculates that the outcome hinges on her own mood in the instant of release.

Charge (10): Somewhat similar to charging an object with kinetic energy and then causing it to explode, though on a much larger scale. Instead of chaotic alter, where the purpose is not defined and is free, when she charges something it is with the express purpose of destruction. The difference is that she can specify when she wants it to explode, or charge something and then detonate it with her will when she wishes. If she needs to she can use this same attack to fill shells to be used in her various weapon creations.

Planes (9): A place discovered during one of her battles, but of little use to her other than to store objects, people, and an occasional retreat. The Gray, as she calls this place between spaces, cannot support life, so though she tried she cannot make her home there. It is though, as stated, a handy place to keep things, such as weapons and stuff.
Avengers

Vengeance (10): An unknown type of power, brought about at her Awakening to her true self, when she was taken from Kauri to become Ikari, through the help and bonds of her siblings. The siblings themselves live within her, but not as spirits or souls, more or less as powerful memories, but memories that are able to act, to react, and to assist in times of great need. Their power comes from their death, their sacrifice to save their baby sister, and through that martyrdom rises great strength. It is not so much a power as it could be considered a force, a release. The only time she has ever used it was against the Puppet, on Vento when she was awakened. So far it seems an extremely destructive force, on the level of an immense psychic storm.

 

Angelic Properties//

Flight(10): She has many different options when it comes to flight, and always assumes she is able to simply based upon her nano particles abilities to fly, but the truth is that flying to Ikari is a base instinct derived from her heritage. At times her nano’s will create metallic wings in place of what are rightfully hers, simply because when they were implanted within her as a baby they read her DNA, and through that the memories of what she once was. To them this is simply right.

Ascendance (10): The true form of this has never been used, or needed, but if it was called upon Ikari would yet again change, this time into the being that had once been her parents, that of something Pure in all its rights and perfect in all its powers. The description is unavailable, simply because it will be based upon her at the time, whether dark or light, but her powers should be multiplied and terrible.

Thrall, Reaver, Unnamed

These are the three beasts that she created during a tournament hosted by House Satori. They are Dark in nature, being brought to life by the matter of the arena she had fought in, and each hold different properties. They shall not yet be described, for during her solitude they merged and took on another form, a sleeper form so to say.

Vhall

Her companion, a black creature, wolf like in appearance, though it can be difficult to discern at times, is called Vhall. She is not sure exactly what he is, or even of what his true forms are, for they were created from her mind in one of her darkest times, and each was given life by the drops of her own blood, save one, the Unnamed.

(Vhall, though unknown to Ikari, is the embodiment of her siblings. The darker part of their angelic pasts merged with the darkness that was around her at the time. They are by nature evil to any but her. Within the bodies of the three has been poured all the pain, suffering, death, destruction, and genocide that the three witnessed in their relatively short lives. In the form of these beasts they have sentient life, but do not themselves know their true nature, only that Ikari is important to them, more so than their own life.)

Vhall is for the moment simply a guardian, but through that guardianship and his essence, through the inheritance garnished from Ikari, like his mistress he has slight powers of Alter and Control. His mind is not that of an animal, but intelligent and connected to Ikari’s.

Alter (8): The ability to change things around him to a degree to better suit what is needed, be it objects, or air.

Link (8): The ability to connect mentally with Ikari and become more or less an extension of her thoughts, her body, more so than he usually is.

Dark Drip (9): His saliva, a darkness that can bring about visions, nightmares, burn holes into virtually anything, destroy matter.

Bite (8): His bite is poison of its own, and if bitten the target is infused with not only nano particles, but poisons and acids.

Shift (8): He is made of a substance not unlike shadows, and into them he can sink, merge, and travel.

Despair (10): At the height of his power, or perhaps the end of his energy, Vhall will become something else, something with four bat-like wings tipped in dripping talons, his body will double in size and power expand greatly. In this state he is capable of only one attack, and that is Rush. In Rush he hurls his entire body and force at the enemy, crashing the full entity of his will and power in that one final attack before his body is swept away.

Split(8): Ability that will come when either commanded, or forced upon him, but he will lose his shape and form, and instead will become the three that created is singular body, Thrall, Reaver, and Unnamed.

 

Weapons:

Ikari carries no weapon on her person, because everything within her touch is a potential weapon, just waiting to be created. Her favorite types of weapons though are cannons, which she shoots spheres from. These spheres are always filled with something which will decimate and destroy, much to her liking.

A trillion square Miles of offensive and defensive weapons.

Obviously I can’t describe them all, but they were taken from the spaces of Solaria, and travel with her, tucked away just out of reach from prying eyes and powers, but able to be called back into reality within a moments notice. At times they have been seen as enormous wings, metallic and covered in weapons, larger than planets and furious in strength, etc. The weapons themselves are infused with her machines, and thus her will, so…yeah, that’s it for her weapons.

 

History:

 

Genesis:

And in the first days of man the sons of God came down and saw that the daughters of man were fair and pleasing to the eyes. They went in and become one with the daughters of man, and in those days were there mighty men in the earth.

Black Sea Scroll, found in 89 A.D, destroyed in 90 A.D:

And in the days of shadow shall they be, angels of steel and of blood, and the kingdom of heaven will shake and break with her coming, and the earth weep with his life. They shall rise against the gates of hell and break them open; armies of dead shall there be, in those days. They, who are to come, hearken and pay heed, for such as is spoken shall be, for likewise will she be born to cause angels to weep with joy, and the earths rejoice. The gates of hell shall seal before her, her blood shall stain all the earth. The stars of heaven will be cast down to wrap about her as a cloak of protection and her footsteps will be sure.

Book of Venciel, destroyed in 1432 B.C:

And in the days when his shadow darkens earth will he come, the blood of angels shall quench his thirst, his eye will be upon all, and her will he hold in his bosom. The door of the undead shall he slay open and his brethren will be called forth. Those who rise against him shall surely fail, as earth burns away and is created, in his image.

Syrens of Dead: (otherwise known as the false book)

In the days of shadows He will come, with him death and the end. Only blood spilled of pure will stop the coming, the return. Hearken; ye who read these words, and know, that death surely come for thee in the day of Evenciel.

 

 

It was the year 1999, a world on the brink of new millennia, and on the brink of destruction. While the earth and her children worried away the days with thoughts of Y2K, a small number of men worried over another matter, one of much more importance.

The coming of Evenciel.

They had read the book of Syrens, and knew that the season abnormalities, the growing concern in the earth over man made problems, all pointed toward what would be the end of humanity, if it were not stopped. After having read the book countless times, the only passage that told of how to stop the coming tide of death was the one that spoke of the death of Pure, which could only mean the pure bloods. R.O.C, the group that placed themselves as the pure blood’s protectors, now knew that to save the world they would have to kill those they guarded. But it had to be done.

At the time, the only known pures’ were 4 teenagers, only a few years apart in age. Two females and two males, all exceptional at what they did, and all special. In a matter of days they were captured and taken to a remote laboratory in the dark recesses of the Amazon rain forest. Once there they were told of the situation, and what must be, and that their lives would have to be sacrificed to save the world. They agreed. They were to be taken to a temple near the lab, and there on the eve of 2000 they would give their lives to save all. Before that night however, a lone scientist took them from their rooms and stated that he had to run a few more tests. He took this opportunity and extracted blood, DNA, and cell tissue from each of them, placing it all away to where it would not be found by anyone other than him.

On the appointed night the 4 were taken to the temple and a ritual began. At the stroke of midnight the air turned blacker than black and the temple began to shake, columns and stones crashing to the floor in turn. In the midst of this, the 4 were encircled, their bodies coiled about with black thicker than tar, and then they were gone. At once a quiet descended on the temple, something unnatural and eerie in the same breadth, and then the explosion. The stones were turned to ash as heat more intense than the fires of hell filled the air in milliseconds, and then was gone, leaving nothing of the sacrificial area but golden colored ash.

Miles away at the lab the scientist began to work on the pieces he had extracted from the four, and for days he wasn’t heard from or seen by his colleagues. In his own lab, mist rolling all around him, he had created 4 new beings. The embryo’s were placed in cryogenic storage and later transported to America along with the scientist; to a lab much more, sophisticated that was dealing with the cloning of humans. Sixteen in all were there, and it was nothing to slip 4 more into the mix.

Five years later a new technology was discovered and created, that of nano machines. They were still in their rudimentary stages, but the development of them was coming along at a lighting pace.

In 2015 the nano machine project was perfected and accepted. They were used in surgery to rebuild veins, arteries, and bone, anything that was possible. They were introduced to the factories and began producing new types of metal and more efficient products in a matter of months. They were perfect. It wasn’t long when the almost forgotten embryos in the lab were thought about, and chosen as the perfect test subjects for a new type of nano bot, one that would maintain and keep a human healthy through its life. They reanimated the embryos and let them grow for a year until they were the age of a two-month-old baby, then they injected each child with the nano machines, thousands that flowed into the babies blood streams and was lost to radar. In another month, after exposing several children to virus and bacteria, it was proven that the bots were keeping the children healthy and guarding against infection and harm. One thing they did not see, or count on, was that one of the children kicked his leg against something sharp, creating a gash along his foot; immediately it was closed and in seconds it was as though the cut had never been.

Only a year after their breakthrough with the children, when the children were about 4 months old, war broke out all across the world. Over night projects were pulled, halted, and dismantled as funds poured into the military of America and her allies. Seeing no choice, the scientists re-froze the children and placed them in the underground cryogenic storage tanks, a facility that ran off a solar battery with enough stored power to run for hundreds of years of needed, and was protected from anything above. The war was something that none had anticipated, and nuclear warfare was brought home, several states along the coastlines vanishing into the night under clouds of acid and biochemical. The world shook with violence, countries destroyed in a day, millions of lives lost, it went on for years. The children were again forgotten.

In the year 2109, the world was still recovering from the war that had spanned dozens of years. America was nothing more than a cluster of 10 states in the middle of the country, everything else being destroyed by the war. England was no more, now simply a black mar against the face of earth. Australia was decimated, as was Africa. Japan was in a state of anarchy and was without power or help. The world was truly in ruins. It was at this time that a new face showed itself across the world, one that named itself the Sync Corporation. They were a group of several top businessmen that had pooled their assets and were giving aid to all in the world, making the first attempt at world peace.

In 2130 the world was once more whole, and unified under the banner of the Sync Corp., the beneficiary of all. They had become the friend of humanity and would now use that leverage to bring forth a new age among mankind, the age of A.I. They set out in a course that would create a new technology, one that could think on its own, or think along side a human brain. Mechanical suits were created that could house a human and give him the strength of a hundred men and the speed of a cheetah. Later came those that were flight capable, and then those that were made completely of metal and could mold onto the body of a human like liquid. They were now gods.

They began to mass-produce what they called Synts, mobile warriors that acted on orders only, and never stopped operation until those orders were carried out.

The earth flourished once more under a new age of industry and technology, but always at the front was the Sync.

The corporation, however, was creating a technology that even they knew nothing about. In the deserts of old new Mexico, a land barren of life, experiments were begun of a new type of energy, one that had the power to change matter and reality, that could mold the air around it, if harnessed. They succeeded in turning an apple into a solid rod of metal; they had actually managed to change the shape, form, and properties of matter into something of their own desire. A few days into the experiments though, and everything went wrong. The matter conducer, what they had used to perform the matter change, began to shake and convulse and surge with an insurmountable amount of power never before recorded by the corporation. They evacuated the area, and it was only an hour later that the land erupted and a column of multicolored energy shot into the sky for miles, something that could be seen from thousands of miles away.

Days after the explosion the scientists returned to the land, and were shocked and dumbfounded when they found a wall with a solid white pearl gate situated in the middle of it. The wall was at least 50ft high and more than 6ft thick, but the gate swung open with ease. Inside they were even more shocked to find a temple rising 100ft into the air. It was immaculate and one like you would find in the ancients of Egypt. They didn’t enter it at that time, but instead sent for a team of scientist to study the atmosphere to be sure there was nothing dangerous. They arrived a day later and deemed the air and oxygen perfect, and then the temple was entered. Corridors branched off in every direction, but the team went down. For what seemed like miles they walked, until finally they entered the bottom chamber, one that was glowing blue, the sound of liquid in the air. Inside the room, they found the cryo chambers, melting, babies silently mewing in their chambers. The temple, the gates, had been created from dreams.

The children were taken to one of the Sync’s facilities in Chicago for study, but after weeks of tests they were determined to be normal children, the nano machines inside their bodies not being read by the microscopes. The temple, the gate, and the explosion was still a mystery to the corporation, so instead of terminating the kids they instead created an orphanage in the center of the city and placed them there, taking in several hundred other children from around the country so as to not draw suspicion. The orphanage was set up almost like a prison, Synts patrolling the corridors, Snakes visible at any given time of the day, and drones always on call.

As the years passed the children grew, all healthy and strong, more so than any of the other children, but in the system of orphanages, they were all but forgotten once more. Inside their bodies however, much was happening. In those that were normal, the nano machines were creating armies of themselves, creating machines from human tissue, all with the only thought to protect their host. They were making them perfect, and building on a power that had been introduced to their bodies’ years ago, in Mexico. The machine inside the 4 pure bloods however’ was changing them. The two male children were being rewritten in a pattern not known to man, one that was being written by the machines as they went along, for inside was a new power to build on. The females bodies were being rewritten from the inside out, the machines following a map that only god himself could read.

A new Age

The world had been at peace for much to long, or so thought the rebels that saw the Sync corp. as nothing more than an evil dictatorship. For years, these rebels had been underground, always biding their time until that day when they would rise up as one and strike back, to break the hold set upon them, and once more become their own masters. It was thoughts like these that spurned the revolution, leading to an uprising of over ten thousand men, the most organized attack on the Sync Corp in their history.

Although the rebels were far below the advanced powers of the Corp, they had still managed to find enough firepower and A.I support on the black market to make them a very real and very serious threat. It was soon apparent that these men and women would not simply roll over and die, as they had hoped. This being the case, the lords once more turned to the all but forgotten children, looking to use technology perfected in the last 20 years to once again find out what had caused the events of so long ago.

The twenty children remained at the orphanage through means devised by the corporation, such as giving them jobs that would cause them to stay. They were quickly gathered up and took to the same pace that their existence had been found so many years before. Each young man and young woman felt something stir as they came before the mighty temple, untouched, left exactly as it was at its creation. The feelings of awe rant rampant through their minds, but more than that, they could feel the slight tugging of power that called out to each.

Then, the humming.

At first, it sounded like a swarm of bees circling the area, which was impossible, as the entire species had been wiped out a hundred years before. Then it slowly grew louder until 16 of the youths began to clutch at their ears, blood pooling between their fingers to drip down against the sandy ground, leaving splats of crimson along the golden floor. One of the voices of those in charge rang out above the noise that they could not hear.

‘Get them out of here now!’

The 16 were gathered up and ushered away from the temple as fast as possible, then piled back into the sand racers, small hover crafts that had brought them there. The remaining four stood in silence, completely dumbfounded as to what had just occurred before their eyes. Before they could find their voices though, a man emerged from the open door of the temple.

To their eyes it looked as though a myth had just appeared from thin air, for the man that faced them was an older man, dark crimson robes hanging from his stocky frame. A salt and pepper beard dipped to his abdomen, the same color hanging riotously from his head. In the crook of his arm was set a long staff, ebony in color topped with a glowing blue sapphire. As his eyes took in the last remaining people standing outside the stone ceased to glow, returning to a smoky color, swirling as though clouds of the heavens were trapped within.

‘So, this is they which were before, and to come. The books have not lied’’

The wizard’s guttural voice spoke out, sounding like rocks grinding against each other, though his voice was as clear to their minds as if it had been sung in crystal chimes. He took a step forward, his staff clicking against the hard ground, stirring up small clouds of dust.

‘You do look like them.. the first pure bloods. You though, oh my, you are much, much different.’

This caused a general look of confusion to cloud the eyes of the four. Then one, perhaps the most outspoken of the group, stepped forward and voiced what was in his thoughts.

‘Who are you’? Why are we here..what happened to the others, and what the hell are you talking about?’

Suddenly a snake was there, liquid metallic arm lashing out, striking the boy on the back of the neck and sending him to his knees on the ground. The old man laughed and turned, his feet taking him into the temple in a swirl of robes.

‘Come.’

The three that still stood started forward automatically, the other getting up slow enough to glare at the snake, being rewarded with another crack, this time against his back with a tendril of metal that immediately broke his skin. He cried out for a moment, back arching, and then he sucked in a breath and followed the others, unaware that the wound was already closed. Once inside the man led them to the room where they had first been discovered, and there, he began to tell them of their history, their true history.

Hours later the four left the structure, now understanding that it was actually an exact replica of a temple supposedly residing in the heavens, one that was imprinted in their minds since creation. It had been created when the scientists’ years ago had broken the laws of nature and opened a portal to the Alternate Power.

Alternate Power, something of both science and magic, much like the children themselves. At first it appeared as though it would be just another of humanity’s accomplishments, but in fact it was a gateway to yet another universe, one that was never supposed to be found. In this universe, there were no planets, no people, and no races of aliens: It was simply power. The first use of it 20 years ago had awakened powers in the pure bloods that never should have been found, and in awakening those; it had embedded within each of them the ability to call upon this Alternate Power to use at whim. Everything that this new power could do though was yet unknown, though a blast of it appeared to be the equivalent of Anti-matter. This alone made them all nervous, for thoughts of these children turning against them were high, and if that happened with their knowledge, it would spell disaster, and perhaps even destruction.

Thus it was that they decided to bring the children to them and harness their alter powers to use as a knife against the rebels and anyone else that would dare stand before them. They still had no clue though, of the nano machines that had also been changed with the introduction of the alter power. No more were they tiny machines, but they were now living organisms, able to adapt to any environment, or power, and counter them. All they had had to do was come into contact with the power and a counter was created, which would soon prove itself in the months that followed. The nano machines could reproduce themselves at enormous rates; tens of thousands could be created in seconds.

In the months to come the children were trained, they were open to their powers, and soon became one with them, moving from innocent youths to deadly weapons at the disposal of Sync.

Kauri

Pure Child Profile //

Name: Kauri Syntin
Age: 21
Gender: Female

Video File Observation//

The young girl entered the room, followed closely by a child of at least 10 years of age. The older of the two turned toward the camera and smiled. She stood at least 5’ 6’, her body slim but not skinny. She had a grace about her as a dancer, even with the simple motions of entering the room and walking to stand in front of the camera, she was simply elegant. As she bent to speak a few words to the child, dark hair fell to hide her lightly tanned face, reaching to the middle of her back when she was standing straight. Her voice rang out through the camera’s mic as she laughed, a soft tinkling of china crystal through clean air. One again she turned her face to the camera, and even through the glass of the screen one could see the emerald green of her eyes reflecting the artificial light of the room, causing diamonds to glimmer in those immense depths.

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School Academic File//

In school Kauri stood out among her peers, even those that we now know are the same as she. Her knowledge in the sciences and arts amazed our faculty and even if she had not been one of the children, she still would be garnering a high-ranking station in our corporation. She excelled in the athletic departments with focuses being gymnastics and Snake weaponry training. She enrolled in the Snake program 5 years previous, and since has become equal or above to current elite members. An unusual observation is that fact that once she is exposed to a weapon, it is hers. She is able to master in days what some cannot in a lifetime. This of course could be due to her alter abilities, but we are yet to find out how it would effect her in this way.

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Personality Spectrum//

Kauri has been tested several times during school, and after learning of her true origins, and through all tests, there has only been slight changes in her personality. In school, she was the sweet girl-next-door, always willing to help a classmate or teacher. She selflessly sacrificed her own time for others, and always did it while smiling. While observing her in Snake training, and Gymnastics, she was always calm, almost as though she had a zone all her own that she could fall into at whim, achieving a level of peace that permitted her to complete her tasks with perfection.

Over the past few weeks, after learning the truth, we have witnessed a slight changing in her demeanor. She is now usually calm, with little to no hints of true smiles or laughs. We fear she may be growing somewhat cold, although with the task she will have, it is not truly a bad thing to happen.

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Abilities Analysis//

Thus far her alter abilities have not been fully tested, though she has managed to turn solid matter into another object of her own choosing, this being a door that was locked. The door was outlined briefly in a faint light before it simply vanished, a wooden box about the size of an orange crate in its place. Her other abilities of course would be her incredible powers over weapons, the extent of this has not yet been found out.

 

Alter Training:

The use of the Alter abilities came at a price, that of the taxing of the body. The more one uses the power, the weaker they become until they have a chance to regain some of their spent energy. Thus, at first Kauri was charged with only using small amounts of her power, simply changing small objects into large objects, or large objects into small objects. Learning the science and magic of manipulating that that already existed.

Next came the lessons of turning air matter, or the molecules that made up air, into charged energy. When done, it would begin a chain reaction, that if charged enough could cause explosions of mass destruction. The explosions would not be of the fire nature, but of pure molecules exploding, something similar to a sonic boom. An example would be if one of the children stood in a room and charged the particles in the air around him, the particles would explode, which would harm him as well. The same practice could be used to charge any object, turning its molecules into energy that would explode, though the damage the explosion would cause is solely based on what is charged.

Charging with Alter Matter. Remember, Alter matter is everything this world is not, and is in fact energy of its own creation. You may use the alter power to change matter into another object, but if you charge an abject with alter matter, when it explodes it would be like as a small anti-matter explosion, and would eat away, or erode, any other natural matter that it came into contact with.

These are not all of the abilities of the power, but they are the base of things to come, and the only abilities that could be imparted to her with our limited knowledge. The rest is for Kauri herself to figure out.

End Open Profile.\\

Tenmi Personal Journal

It is as I thought. I probed her mind as she slept, and through her subconscious I journeyed to before the breaking of this world. I felt her pain as she was injected with the machines as no more than a baby. I gazed through her blood stream as they coded themselves to her and became a part of this girls being. These fools have not a clue what this one truly is, but I do. I have sought out he sire, her birthright, and know now that soon she will leave this place.

What would this corporation do if they learned that this girl could wipe them out in a matter of days if her true power was realized’

I cannot let her realize that power though. Even now the creatures are making themselves known, soon they will truly become one with her, and then she will be dangerous. Truly dangerous.

Soon. Her time will surely come soon.

Eyes half-opened

Kauri awoke one morning to a living nightmare; her body drenched in sweat, smooth silver covering her breasts and pelvic area, replacing the underclothing that she had took off the previous night. Her scream rent the air as she leaped from her bed, calling upon her alter powers to dive into the metal, and then I that instant was she truly alive.

Her powers flowed against each other and became one current of energy, each feeding off the other. Where her alter power drained her energy this strange metal replenished it.

Her hands moved up her body to caress against the silver covering her chest and found it to feel as silk, smooth and almost weightless. Her hand came up, then down, slapping against the metal. She watched as a slight wave rippled along the glass like surface, but on her body she felt nothing. She knew that this was something similar to the snakes, but in that moment she also knew that this metal was alive.

She feel back against her bed information began pouring into her mind, techniques, powers, abilities, warnings; everything that was known to her body was made open to her. At first she didn’t understand, but as the thought even hinted itself she was shown the laboratory as the wizard had seen it a few nights before. She felt the needle sinking into her thigh and the tiny organisms flowing into her blood. No, she was one of those organisms. She felt herself start to work as a machine, mapping the blood of the baby, but then the blood began to change the machine. Pure blood of angels was her drink, the map that she followed. The machine was breathed with life, and life it had become.

Visions started to dance before her eyes, of herself, but with power.

Weapons: In her minds eye she witnessed as any weapon she had ever touched came back into her hand, yet created of this new metal. She felt the nano’s pour from the pores of her skin, replicating hundreds of times in the span of a split second, stretching and molding to the fashions of her will. A perfect rapier was formed, then melted away into a scimitar, then that morphed and flowed into a claymore almost as tall as she, yet weightless. The swords fell away into her body and out came a desert eagle, an antique she had once held in a museum. The gun felt right in her hands. In her vision, she felt her body working with her alter, and the girl lifted the gun. It should not have fired, for she had never touched a bullet, yet a sound was heard and something was spun from the barrel, something encased in the metal of her body. She watched as it hit its target, the metal falling away to show a spark of alter matter, that spark disintegrating the targeted area.

Protection: She was taken, set down on a street with many men around her. One gust of wind told the girl that her body lacked clothing, and her emerald eyes widened as dozens of weapons went off, all throwing charged shots of plasma at her unarmed person. Then, just as her death touched her skin, it was gone. Where each shot hit metal was there a split second before, flowing from her body, then back within in a heartbeat. Then she felt it, the power of plasma rolling along her body. It coursed along her skin unseen, but then her right hand lifted toward her assailants and every burst of energy shot at her was repaid in solid streams of plasma, created and replicated by her other self.

Control: She watched as the girl, she, breathed against a man walking down the street, though she knew not why she walked, or who he was. Through her body though, she knew that several hundred of the small nano machines had become airborne, the majority of those landing against the unsuspecting man’s skin. Suddenly she was aware of his thoughts, his consciousness, his hopes and dreams. She silently commanded him to stop, and to her surprise, he did. Her mind let him go and she felt the organisms that lived within her, now dwelling in him, take control. He turned and began to follow, a dull expression clouding his once blue eyes. (Yes, mind control, thought stealing, dream eating, whatever. Shall only be used on: A) NPCs or B) In attacks, which shall be left open of course. No godmodding.

That is the base of most of what she will build upon as time goes by.

A few months after she discovered her new powers, she was given her first mission as a Chaos Angel, as the Corp. called them. She was given a battle suit, one which let her see in the dark, hear the smallest of sounds from hundreds of yards away, heat sensing radars, and the most shocking: translucent wings that attached to her back by way of magic, powered by alter energy that constantly changed air particles into power. The conductors were in the wings, which gave the onyx material a soft blue glow. After the girl left for her mission, she allowed her nano powers to probe the equipment, copying it all perfectly, even improving on the majority. Something told Kauri that she would not return in the same manner as she was leaving, so without a second thought she dropped the inferior materials and used her now inborn powers. Black soft metallic wings appearing n her back and unfurling, then glowing as her natural alter powers went to work, lifting her from the ground in a sweep of the natural wings.

Half way to where she was suppose to go, her mission was to annihilate a rebel outpost which was said to house only supplies and families, she turned around. A new thought had entered her mind, one that would prove to be more fun. She never stopped to wonder why she wished to have fun, but she was not one to argue.

Once outside the Sync Corp she reached out, feeling for the Alter machine that she knew rested in the lower basements of this place. They had created another one after the first was destroyed, a gate to that other dimension, but had never turned it on. Her mind probed it along with the millions of tiny minds working alongside her, and together they activated it. Then, with a small smile curving the girls lips she brought it to full power, the very air shaking as the gate was opened.

For a second there was utter calm, but then chaotic peace as a multicolored beam of pure power ripped through the mighty building and plunged the night’s sky into a rainbow prism of color. Her green eyes reflected it perfectly as she watched the show, but then something happened that the girl had not counted on. The gate expanded and tendrils of the power shot out, wrapping around her and dragging her into its halls of energy. She felt the utter power course within, tearing her skin to pieces, then rebuilding her again, then once more ripping her body apart in ultimate agony only to put her back together in sheer bliss. She felt the tiny organisms in her rejoicing at the sweet nectar coursed through their bodies.

Then, silence.

The girl looked up from a wet hilltop, watching as colors faded into a star-filled night’s sky, a sky that looked decidedly strange to her. She tried to sit up, but found her body worn from the struggle inside the Alter universe. Kauri fell into a deep slumber, unaware that she had just traversed almost 200 years in time, and had been set down in the midst of a struggle over humanity that she knew absolutely nothing about.

Free Fall.

For decades Kauri worked and fought on Earth, until one day learning of a place beyond, a place that she had never before dreamt existed, a place where she may hope to find more of her own kind…whatever that kind happened to be.

She journeyed forth, and at a later date joined forces with a mighty group known as the Technocrats, drawn to them by their technologies and powers, and hopes of her own people. It was there though, that during her first mission, she was sent to a place called Vento, told to attack it, told that help would come.

So she attacked the planet, and some did come, but not help. Instead she found herself in a battle for her life, against a puppet of immeasurable power. During that battle however, Kauri ceased to be, and from it was born Ikari.

Birth of the Lost

Kauri had never truly known the meaning of that word, pain. It was a symbol of course, and she had felt something akin to it when struck by the lightening of the one that used to be above her. Never before though had the meaning of the word every really hit home, until now. Her flesh screamed, her throat screamed, and those machines in her body wept. In her tortured mine she went over the events that had led up to this, and found that her plan and execution of it had been perfect, his body should not have had time to react, only to melt.

Little that thought mattered though, as her flesh had been seared to nothing more than burnt coal and the smell of which now overwhelmed her remaining senses. She tried to fight back, to ask why this person had not been caught up in the power of the supernova that had so destroyed everything else, but nothing would come, no words would form save that scream which rent her body. And then, just when she thought no more was she able to take, that thing, that puppet, poured out a substance into her flesh which began at once to sear and destroy the machines that worked feverishly to keep her alive. She felt them, each cell, as it attempted to overtake her ravished and torn body, adding more and more pain to that which already prevailed upon her person.

Then she was released, to the sound of a hollow laugh was she cast forth from his hate-filled embrace to fall from the sky, limp as consciousness sought to flee. Her body twisted as it began its descent, the machines too busy combating the invasion to form any characteristic of flight that would prevent her from being torn further from the crash that would surely soon follow.

Kauri’s eyes were wide, as she fell, no air or wind there to comfort the pain of her descension. Tears that formed were left to float upon the raped atmosphere, having neither the will nor ability to float or fall, as gravity was chaotic in that moment. The machines cried in agony as they fought, slowly rebuilding her own cells, some even overtaking and converting the pestilence of the puppet to their own, utilizing Kauri’s alter power. It wasn’t enough though, they knew, as the girl’s eyes began to slip closed. Silently they begged and pleaded with the child to remain awake, promising health and restoration, but it was all too much. Her body had been plunged into a fountain of pain, and it was all she could do to make her heart beat.

And they closed, her once innocent eyes, her lids slipping to rest against her burnt cheeks as her mind fled its confines of pain.

The machines fought on, prevailing over those other cells slowly, and with their power of awareness they knew that only one thing would fulfill their mission of keeping the child alive.

They had to break the seal and awaken that which resided in her blood, her DNA.

The machines began their work with renewed purpose, replicating themselves by the thousands, ignoring those cells of the puppet that vainly fought on to destroy them, for now it mattered not. A new need was born in an instant of realization, and to that need they would work. They began a process never before attempted, for never before was their cause, but now it began to fall into place. The nanos began to split her cells, once, and then twice until each molecule had been rent open and exposed to her blood, mixing and mingling with that of ancient, becoming complete as it had been meant to be so long ago. The purity fell unto the impure and destroyed the faultiness of Kauri’s body, her weaknesses and failures. Those cells of the puppet fell away under the waves of power that flowed from without to within.

From above that thing watched, almost satisfied as the girl continued to fall, obviously without consciousness.

Kauri’s body began to bulge and expand, each cell growing to three or four times its size until her body was liken unto a bloated corpse, left in the sun for far too long. Obviously the effects of the heat of the puppets attack.

Then though the first slice of light pierced her body, breaking through her skin, a bar so solid as to have definitive form. The light expanded into blinding proportions, and then it was gone.

Another bar appeared from a different part of her body. Then another, and another until her form was naught more but a pincushion of sunbeams. An instant later the lights were gone, but then something else happened, something unexpected yet nevertheless joyous to the puppet.

Each cell began to change, but such a change could not take place in a body torn as hers was, due to that man. A change that could threaten the life of the planet if left unchecked. The machines began a chorus of chants in a language decoded from the girls blood thousands of years ago. And then, in a sudden rush of air created from her body, she exploded. Her body falling and bloated exploded into thousands of tiny pieces, painting the air with flesh and blood and chunks of bone. No more could she scream, no longer would she scream, for no longer was she she. The flesh that had exploded exploded once again into pieces even smaller. Unlike what nature would demand, the flesh of her death did not float to the waiting hell below, but instead they rose higher.

The small girl sat huddled in the center of what one would consider a room, though no walls, nor floor, nor ceiling could be defined. The only light so far seen came from that girl, or more specifically speaking, the tears that ran in rivulets down her soft yet tormented cheeks. Slowly she rocked back and forth, her black nightgown rustling softly with each movement, her dark hair falling down around her shoulders in silent waves. Her arms were wrapped around knees that she had drawn up against her chest, hands clasped together as her body shivered.

Pain was clearly etched upon her precious face, pain that she was never destined to feel, but had come upon her no matter what the heavens foretold. She should not even be breathing now, should truth be told, for her death had been foreseen many years ago, on the eve of the twenty-first century. By the miracle of a man though she had been spared that, though her sister, or what one could call her sister, was sacrificed in her place. That is another story however, and one which she will learn in time.

At the moment she was alone, more so than ever before in her ancient life. Not even the buzz of her friends, her machines housed within her body, could be heard. Her head shook slightly, not wanting to believe that she was alone as she was, fighting to staunch the flow of tears that refused to stop coming.

‘I don’t want this feeling anymore… I don’t want this feeling anymore… I don’t want this feeling anymore… I don’t want this feeling anymore… I don’t want this feeling anymore… I don’t want this feeling anymore… I don’t want this feeling anymore… I don’t want this feeling anymore…’

Over and over the words were pressed from thin and strained lips as she rocked forward and backward on her seat. Her arms tightened, her breath quickened, panic was inevitable coming to claim her, and she knew somehow that she was about to die. It seemed wrong though, her dying. She knew, somewhere down inside, that she was not supposed to die. The purpose of her life was not yet done. This was not her purpose either she realized, this planet, this place, but it was where she had been sent and thus her purpose for this moment in time.

A scream rose in her throat. She could feel the vibrations coming, her vocal chords about to stretch to let loose the numbing sound that would shatter the world in which she lived. It was building, faster, an explosion of every emotion ever felt, ever sensed, ever taken from a victim.

And it came. Her back arched, her hands released one another and reached behind her, planting themselves on the area that would be a floor in another world. Her voice crashed through the silence, her body arching so until the back of her head was almost touching the same material as her palms, and still the scream came. From a well deep within her soul, full of the pain of thousands, it burst forth as the dam broke, a torrential wave of desolation that would not stop.

The prison where she was held began to shake, the walls that none could see trembled under the might of her voice, her pain, her loneliness. At once the quaking of the room stopped, but only for an instant, for in the next second of reality the place shattered into a thousand pieces of dark debris. In every direction it went, caught up by a tidal wave of wind that none could see of feel. It blew away everything within that room, every fear and morsel of pain, every tear that had fallen from the girl’s eyes, everything but the scream that still rent the broken air.

So wrapped within her cocoon of pain and loneliness that she failed to notice the figures standing on the outskirts of what had once been her cell. Three personages watched on as the girl cried out her song of despair, a sad smile on each face. One of the three, a woman of striking beauty, stepped into what once was a room and silently made her way toward the girl. Her feet made not a sound as she came forth, wrapped in darkness so vast that it almost gave off a light all its own. Her eyes were sad, locked on the form of the child so drenched in pain, resting in agony before her.

The woman knelt down as she reached the forlorn girl, a cool hand moving to rest against her forehead in an act of tenderness. The childs eyes flared open in shock, the pupils shrunk to pinpoints of blackness in a see of violet. She started to raise, but the woman’s hand held her fast. Her lips moved to speak, but she was unable to bring forth the strength for her words to form. Instead, the woman spoke.

“I am sorry, Kauri, that you have had to endure this on your own. It was never supposed to be this way.” The woman’s dark, silk like hair fell over her shoulders as she bent down and kissed the child upon her cheek. She then rose and stepped back, slowly walking once more to the outskirts of the room, her eyes trained upon the young girl resting in the center of the splintered cell. In her place came another being, this one a man. Like the woman, his clothing was black, but not black. It was simply darkness. His hair was blonde, eyes green, and the smile gracing his lips was as sad, if not sadder, than the other’s.

As the woman before him, he walked up to the girl, the girl still unable to move, only staring in confusion and wonder that these people would be here, in her prison, her hell.

“I too, am sorry little Kauri. I wanted so to stop this pain before now… but please… forgive me.”

And as before, he was gone, slowly merging back into the shadow, leaving room for the next and last person to come forth into the faint light that the girl gave forth from the stain of tears marring her cheeks. The third man was much like the others, yet his face was harder, drawn as though he had witnessed too much sorrow in his life. The clothing he chose was also a dark color, but somehow darker than the others. His hair was black, hanging to his shoulders in a single wave. The eyes which were fastened upon the girl were narrowed, rife with pain. He knelt before the girl and placed a hand upon her cheek.

“I too am sorry, little sister. So long have we waited, unable to step in, to protect you as we each wanted to… we were forced to watch as you stumbled along this path…but no more. No more, I promise you.” His voice broke at the last as his eyes took in the sight of her, the memory of her cries, her pain, and her torn and tattered body. Rage unchecked flooded every fiber of his being until the darkness of his clothes changed to pitch, drinking in the light that she radiated. He stood and turned away, shoulders square and strong. To the other he spoke.

“It is time.”

Three words, so simple, so plain that to most they would mean not a thing, but to Kauri those words unleashed a torrent of memories, a gate that had forever been locked broken and shattered. Her mind filled to bursting with images and scripts and verses and power and knowledge. Who and what she was, will be, and is.

The girl rose up, then fell to her hands and knees, her body heaving, heart almost exploding as blood gushed from her nose and whiteness poured from her lips. Her body convulsed once, the twice, blood and spittle flying from her orifices. She coughed once and felt them upon her, the hands of her siblings, supporting her, lifting her, guiding her even as they had always guided the machines which lived within her blood. Her face lifted to regard theirs as they stared down upon her in love and relief.

“Rise, Ikari.”

She stood, not as the Angel of Chaos, that thing created in destruction and malice, but as something else. Something unknown to this world, created before the world, before a thought was brought to bare in the universe of its creation.

Ikari, the True.

Taller she stood than before, her eyes as steel, metallic blue replacing that which had once been an innocent violet. Silver hair cascaded down around her shoulders to banish what was at one point in time black.

It all came back to her. The night they were to be sacrificed, their lives saved by science and preserved for this time and age. The time of her true birth, her parents, or lack thereof.

Her Power.

Ikari. The True.

Her vision took in the form of her brothers, her sister.

“Nik, Calin, Syxrs.”

They each bowed in turn as their names were brought forth from her lips in love and soft spoken reverence.

“So long have you each watched over me…” She spoke softly, turning to gaze at each.

“It has been our honor… we only wish that…sooner…” Nik spoke, her voice almost breaking. She stopped then and glanced up at Ikari, not wanting her sister to sense the weakness in her voice at the reunion.

“We have waited long, sister.” Calin spoke, his smile gracing Ikari.

“And time is fast moving.” This from Syxrs, the stern one of her family, she now fondly remembered.

Ikari nodded once and turned away from them, knowing without looking that they were stepping into their rightful places behind her even now. The blackness that encased each of them began to warp, to change, to crackle and spark as their energies expounded and exploded in a moment or despairing knowledge. It was time to finish it.

[ Cue Music: End of All Hope : Nightwish ]

It is the end of all hope
To lose the child, the faith
To end all the innocence
To be someone like me
This is the birth of all hope
To have what I once had
This life unforgiven
It will end with a birth

 

The sky began to darken above and below them as that atmosphere began to change, not from clouds or the setting of the sun, but a power that had been borne from the consciousness, or lack thereof, of the tortured angel. The flesh of her destruction began to sparkle, to shine as if the pair were caught between heaven and hell and she were the stars, the only light that was to be given, so did her torment glisten. Chanting could be heard from every direction, hushed whispers, harsh voices, cries of agony, the souls of those destroyed by her hand come back from the pit of holding at the bidding of the beings inside the girl, their lives sacrifices of the highest calling to provide that which was required of her resurrection.

No will to wake for this morn
To see another black rose born
Deathbed is slowly covered with snow

Angels, they fell first but I'm still here
Alone as they are drawing near
In heaven my masterpiece will finally be sung

 

Slowly above and below a mass of blackness was formed, that same mass which brought night to the land and blotted out all other sources of light, and in the middle of that darkness something began to happen. The eye of a storm was born, above and below, a gate of sorts that started to swirl, soon creating a funnel of ink that slowly began to descend from its perch on high, and rise from the hells below. No sound came from the forming maelstrom, only silence, one so deafening it was almost as if you could touch it.

The lights burned brighter.
Wounded is the deer that leaps highest
And my wound it cuts so deep
Turn off the light and let me pull the plug

Darkness swirled faster. The air or what was left of the air, above and below the churning pitch was swept away as the portals were opened, gateways into nothing, the embodiment of the absence of matter. A part of that Alter Universe, the place of that ‘other’ type of matter, except in this edition it is the exact opposite. Most would call it Anti-Matter.

The thousands of stars ceased their chanting, their lights dimming. As one they began to move to a point just to the right of the Puppet, coalescing into a solid mass of substance, growing brighter with each beat of the universe, each pulse of energy that surged within the mysteries, it grew.

Mandylion without a face
Deathwish without a prayer
End of hope
End of love
End of time
The rest is silence

 

A cocoon of light, split open and spilled upon the black air, is what it shall be called.

From it she came forth, the Child of True. Ikari.

Before the puppet could move, before he could speak, before a thought could formulate in his mind, another voice rang out, one of male proportions.

“STOP!”

If one were to gaze just to the right of the girl-that-should-be-dead, one would have seen the silhouette of a man, great in stature, eyes cold and burning even in his ethereal form. A hand was raised and pointed toward the mass of the puppet, the simple word holding such command that one could not help but obey, not that his obedience was needed.

Ancient magic came to the fore of this universe in the form of this Child and her Siblings. Her metallic eyes narrowed as it began, a single spark of light the sprang into existence just behind the Puppet, then without warning that spark gave birth to another entity. Lines of power raced back and forth from one side to the other, all around the Puppet until it was entrapped. The symbol to come forth, to be born in this torn atmosphere, was that of a pentagram. One of runes and symbols of holding, of stopping, of ceasement. It stopped all motion, down to the beating of a heart, nigh unbreakable in its strength.

Another voice penetrated the quiet air even as the first faded into the created night.

“Fall.”

The storms below and above cried out in agony at the voice which came forth with power and authority. The essence of the blackness ceased its swirling and shouted in anger even as it surged up, and down, racing faster than could register for a point of light that was emblazoned upon the center of the pentagram. The point of which we speak decorating the chest of the creature. Even if it could have reacted, could have broken from the spell strong enough to hold gods at bay, the prison was brought forth with such speed and ferocity that it would forever be. Material void of matter, the absence of matter, Anti-matter which destroyed all it touched, harnessed and birthed for this one purpose.

A third voice spoke into the void.

“We know of your powers, of your heritage, and of your creation. You may attempt to absorb that which binds you, Puppet, but know that in the instant you do, it is death most divine. Return to your master, if you may, whether in life or in death.”

The third vision laid his hands upon Ikari’s shoulders, hands grasping them in comfort and love. The girl nodded at the creature, feeling the power at her call magnifying even as her siblings came to life within her body. Translucent wings sprung from her back as each member of her family gathered their power, power of heritage and of life, prepared to deal with the monstrosity with all the malice in their hearts. Only the last remaining morsel of mercy within the heart of their sister held the Avengers in check.

Her brothers began to chant, to call and draw upon destruction.

 

End of hope
End of love
End of time
The rest is silence

 

End Process

After that, her first and toughest battle in the Multi Verse, she was known as Ikari, and from that planet she journeyed out, the puppet in tow. Her next step took her ‘home’, back to the place she had first started her newest life, to those that she thought had betrayed her on Vento, had sent her simply to die, forgetting her as soon as they had what they needed.

From the Winds of Solaria

The heavens, where once rested their god’s, now sung their destruction, raining down in a single wave of crimson light, a pillar or flame and death. For a solid mile around the point of impact nothing existed, all had been melted away in the face of the awesome power that had been thrust to the planets surface. Blinding waves of devastation rolled along the area, a hundred feet high and radiating in an ever-widening circle.

Ikari watched, her lips curling into a smile, feeling her power surge and react to that which she had unleashed. Chaos flooded her cells, her limbs, purged all uncleanness from her body. She would revel in the obliteration of this place, this planet, and these people that had used her and cast her away as old rubbish. Never again would she be forgotten or left to die.

Her other hand rose into the air, and on another portion of the planet yet another hate-filled beam of light pierced the heavens and brought anger on wings of plasma bursts. Pleasure bombarded her senses, relishing in the screams, the scenes of death and total annihilation that was fed into her mind. She was about to command yet another portion of the world destroyed when she felt someone behind her, someone of power.

“Charybdis.” She said, then turned to the puppet, smiling behind her mask.

“Mistriss, thou victory is surely complete over this wretched planet, for thus hast thou cast them to the depths of hell as such as they deserve.”

She nodded, agreeing that they were getting nothing more than they deserved.

“How would I love to watch along your side. But, Mistress, time has flown. We must be at that place, at this time.”

Ikari frowned. In the rush of excitement she had forgotten. They had to be there.

“And you’ve met with the One following us?”

“I have, it has agreed to join us.”

She nodded once again.

“Then let us depart. We shall leave this place to burn or not as it will. I have mostly what I come for.”

The puppet bowed his head slightly as Ikari closed her eyes. Behind those eyes, inside the mind that possessed the knowledge of Gods and technology, she worked.

The attacks ceased, the lights faded. In space, objects began to fade from existence.

She had done what she had come to do. By infesting the Solarian defense with her own beings, she had turned them into nothing more than another extension of her self.

She had stolen the trillion square miles of Defense that Solaria had once so proudly boasted of.

 

End Process

After this battle, she journeyed to a tournament, where from powers unknown to her was born three aspects of Darkness, three beasts. Thrall, Reaver, and a third that was never named. They will be expounded upon at a later time, when their natures and identities come into play.

Present Day

After the tournament, Ikari spent most of her time simply…wandering. She had no purpose any longer; no reason to be at any one place for any amount of time. The worlds lost their splendor for her jaded eyes. She thought it would be that way forever, simply an angel without a home, a place to belong.

After a while she simply ceased to have meaning, life turned into nothing more than a string of moments compiled to bring about day after endless day. Soon she found herself upon an uninhabited planet, the Armada of the Technocracy formed about her as a pair of massive wings, stretching far beyond the horizon, eclipsing the planet in their vastness. She stayed as such for longer than she could remember, refusing the pleas of those living inside her, knowing only loneliness, the fact that her life held no further purpose, and as such she fell asleep.

For how long she slept she couldn’t say, but she awoke, on a ship, bound for a planet and hopefully a purpose.