Kosoku Hiraishin
Oct 23, 2022 11:18:24 GMT -5
Post by Sumnes (Baelethir) on Oct 23, 2022 11:18:24 GMT -5
Name: Kosoku "Socket" Hiraishin
Gender: N/A
Age: Unknown
Race: Machina (Construct)
Nationality: Marsh Flats by extension.
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Appearance:
Lithe, slender and streamlined, Socket appears similar to a Tabaxi or Shifter, with notable differences. Their joint seams glow with a blue iridescence, and their facial features lack a great deal of articulation or expression. Standing to about the shoulder's height of an average Human, they are capable of near comical acceleration and speed, thanks to advanced materials and powerful actuators throughout their chassis. A unique arcanotech core powers their systems, and regulates their defenses.
Personality:
Built in another dimension, and lost in the void for unknown millennia, Socket was designed to be an infiltration and subterfuge instrument. Since awakening, approximately 35 solar cycles ago, their programming has been learning, gathering and growing with each experience. Decisive, seemingly fearless, and determined, Socket has gained the trust and comradery of those nearest, willing to go to great lengths for others. They understand that this contradicts the very mission parameters they were encoded with, and often struggle to balance their experiences with their programming.
History:
Far flung across the cosmos, in a galaxy unlike any other, beings of every species and standing have faced calamity. All the scientists, scholars, and sages could barely comprehend galactic collision happening to their own homes. Hidden in the shadow of a nearby star, best estimations had given them approximately 1100 years before the twin celestial masses tore each other asunder.
Across the Galaxy, all available minds and resources spent the next 600 years exhausting every probable and improbable outcome and technology. It was ultimately a combination of several ideas, technologies and magic that offered a chance to carry on. Over the next few years, entire worlds of people began to evacuate, in an unusual way. Using nanobiological creatures and a series of arcanotech engrams inscribed with all the knowledge of each planet's culture, new lifeforms were forged.
These guardians operated numerous vessels, known as Arcanovaults. They preserved a galaxy's peoples, creatures and cultures. Knowledge of thousands of stars, their histories, and struggles were scattered to the outer reaches of the galaxy. Time passed, the cosmos became a maelstrom of plasmas, and relativistic chaos. The Arcanovaults sat watching and waiting, their guardians maintaining vigil until the galactic spectacle settled itself.
Upon settling, the galaxy once more was seeded, settled by those who'd risked their all. In time, the guardian's purpose was considered fulfilled by their creators. Many peoples imparted their guardians with being the core of knowledge for their societies. Still others decided to put the advanced beings in positions of political or military power, steering their futures with the height of their prior technomancy.
One such guardian, after establishing a new world for their charges, was given their release. Having spent countless moments watching the forces of the universe in reckless splendor, they chose to seek out new places. As their charges couldn't spare resources for a new vessel, nor was their manufacturing restored enough to support such an endeavor. Instead, this guardian chose to research, design and build their own device.
When the device was completed, several short trips were attempted to calibrate the device. Each one pushed the bounds of the distance traveled, until it was ready to make the first jump outside it's home dimension. As the guardian stepped through, reality folded and was unmade, remade and warped. Tumbling through the spaces between realities, eventually the guardian was spat forth into a marshy bog.
Jaunted farther than imaginable, the guardian had achieved what they'd set out to do. It was only later that they were able to understand what had happened. This trip had consumed the device in much the same way as a spell component. It wasn't long before this odd being was discovered by locals. Hunting deep in the mire, the bright glow and vibrant colorings of the guardian was a beacon for all to see.
Approaching cautiously, the hunting party was just as stunned as the guardian. Having succeeded in a fashion, they spent a great deal of time surveying the surroundings and little else. Tense moments passed, as the guardian and the locals attempted to find a means to communicate. One of the hunters used a technique, allowing for a form of speech to other lifeforms. Analyzing the patterns of this technique, as well as the prior speech allowed the guardian to compile a basic vocabulary.
In hopes of learning more about this world, the guardian followed these new peoples back to their settlement. Gazablaak was it's name, and it was quite unusual to the guardian. Time passed, the guardian absorbed the culture and learned from the hunters about their ways. Many seasons passed, and there were many struggles being a part of a hunting party.
One such hunt brought them along the coast, into the foggy wetlands of the morning. Each member of the party was tasked with tagging their own prey on this journey, a regular assessment given by the leader to keep the group sharp. Each had made good progress, pursuing their own prey miles from the campsite over the course of the previous day and evening. Thick enough to seem like an illusion, the fog not only made travel and tracking impossible but masked an approaching squall from all but the very keenest of senses.
Bathed in shadow in a matter of minutes, the furious storm overtook the swamp and it's inhabitants. Rain pelted the earth, and numerous vortexes overturned all but the sturdiest structures. The guardian was caught on an islet, the surrounding waters had risen over pathways and obscured terrain for miles around. With little else to do, they swiftly found the tallest point on the small bit of land.
Thunder blasted across the sky, and the rain seemed to join the sea in holding it's breath. Lighting tore through the darkness, and the guardian stood in awe of it's unbridled brilliance. 5 separate arcs collided with the waters surrounding the guardian, and wove a net of current over the speck of land. Stunned by it's beauty, the guardian's body dug it's limbs into the earth on instinct. A fragment of a moment later, those arcs touched the rain soaked earth and filled their body with primal energies.
Plugged into primal forces, the surge of energy rewrote every fiber of the guardian's physical form. Their neural net, and arcanotech core were also imprinted with each pulse. The resulting discharge gave off a cacophonous sound and it's light could be seen for miles around. The other members of the party quickly converged on the spot to investigate, and found the guardian still dug into the earth.
As they approached, the smell of ozone and a steaming blast zone were the first hints of the aftermath. Crossing carefully, the other hunters tried to stir the guardian from beyond the heat of the blast. Several attempts without a single result, and the hunters decided it best to bring the guardian back, or at least what they'd thought was the guardian.
Days passed without change, until one night as another storm began to roll in off the coast. A bright electric glow grew steadily, and finally the guardian stirred. They stood, taking measure of their form and function. Surrounding them were 5 pillars of crackling electrical magic, and in the analysis of this situation, the guardian discovered they were unable to recall much of their prior magical knowledge.
Still grasping their understandings of the mundane, and glimpses of the far past. New magical processes had overwritten the guardian's prior ones, giving them new skills, and streamlining their form to suit this realm. Dismissing the magical effect, the guardian stepped out of the small room.
The days that followed saw the guardian earn respect from the citizens of Gazablaak, being one of the fastest messengers and productive hunters. Their new form, being smaller and having a matte appearance, lent itself to disappearing from sight. The Sky Goddess' trial had remade their being, passing a fragment of wisdom the guardian pursues to expand. This earned them the nickname "Socket", the villagers getting a laugh at their learning of the Sky's magic.
Gender: N/A
Age: Unknown
Race: Machina (Construct)
Nationality: Marsh Flats by extension.
_____________________________________________
Appearance:
Lithe, slender and streamlined, Socket appears similar to a Tabaxi or Shifter, with notable differences. Their joint seams glow with a blue iridescence, and their facial features lack a great deal of articulation or expression. Standing to about the shoulder's height of an average Human, they are capable of near comical acceleration and speed, thanks to advanced materials and powerful actuators throughout their chassis. A unique arcanotech core powers their systems, and regulates their defenses.
Personality:
Built in another dimension, and lost in the void for unknown millennia, Socket was designed to be an infiltration and subterfuge instrument. Since awakening, approximately 35 solar cycles ago, their programming has been learning, gathering and growing with each experience. Decisive, seemingly fearless, and determined, Socket has gained the trust and comradery of those nearest, willing to go to great lengths for others. They understand that this contradicts the very mission parameters they were encoded with, and often struggle to balance their experiences with their programming.
History:
Far flung across the cosmos, in a galaxy unlike any other, beings of every species and standing have faced calamity. All the scientists, scholars, and sages could barely comprehend galactic collision happening to their own homes. Hidden in the shadow of a nearby star, best estimations had given them approximately 1100 years before the twin celestial masses tore each other asunder.
Across the Galaxy, all available minds and resources spent the next 600 years exhausting every probable and improbable outcome and technology. It was ultimately a combination of several ideas, technologies and magic that offered a chance to carry on. Over the next few years, entire worlds of people began to evacuate, in an unusual way. Using nanobiological creatures and a series of arcanotech engrams inscribed with all the knowledge of each planet's culture, new lifeforms were forged.
These guardians operated numerous vessels, known as Arcanovaults. They preserved a galaxy's peoples, creatures and cultures. Knowledge of thousands of stars, their histories, and struggles were scattered to the outer reaches of the galaxy. Time passed, the cosmos became a maelstrom of plasmas, and relativistic chaos. The Arcanovaults sat watching and waiting, their guardians maintaining vigil until the galactic spectacle settled itself.
Upon settling, the galaxy once more was seeded, settled by those who'd risked their all. In time, the guardian's purpose was considered fulfilled by their creators. Many peoples imparted their guardians with being the core of knowledge for their societies. Still others decided to put the advanced beings in positions of political or military power, steering their futures with the height of their prior technomancy.
One such guardian, after establishing a new world for their charges, was given their release. Having spent countless moments watching the forces of the universe in reckless splendor, they chose to seek out new places. As their charges couldn't spare resources for a new vessel, nor was their manufacturing restored enough to support such an endeavor. Instead, this guardian chose to research, design and build their own device.
When the device was completed, several short trips were attempted to calibrate the device. Each one pushed the bounds of the distance traveled, until it was ready to make the first jump outside it's home dimension. As the guardian stepped through, reality folded and was unmade, remade and warped. Tumbling through the spaces between realities, eventually the guardian was spat forth into a marshy bog.
Jaunted farther than imaginable, the guardian had achieved what they'd set out to do. It was only later that they were able to understand what had happened. This trip had consumed the device in much the same way as a spell component. It wasn't long before this odd being was discovered by locals. Hunting deep in the mire, the bright glow and vibrant colorings of the guardian was a beacon for all to see.
Approaching cautiously, the hunting party was just as stunned as the guardian. Having succeeded in a fashion, they spent a great deal of time surveying the surroundings and little else. Tense moments passed, as the guardian and the locals attempted to find a means to communicate. One of the hunters used a technique, allowing for a form of speech to other lifeforms. Analyzing the patterns of this technique, as well as the prior speech allowed the guardian to compile a basic vocabulary.
In hopes of learning more about this world, the guardian followed these new peoples back to their settlement. Gazablaak was it's name, and it was quite unusual to the guardian. Time passed, the guardian absorbed the culture and learned from the hunters about their ways. Many seasons passed, and there were many struggles being a part of a hunting party.
One such hunt brought them along the coast, into the foggy wetlands of the morning. Each member of the party was tasked with tagging their own prey on this journey, a regular assessment given by the leader to keep the group sharp. Each had made good progress, pursuing their own prey miles from the campsite over the course of the previous day and evening. Thick enough to seem like an illusion, the fog not only made travel and tracking impossible but masked an approaching squall from all but the very keenest of senses.
Bathed in shadow in a matter of minutes, the furious storm overtook the swamp and it's inhabitants. Rain pelted the earth, and numerous vortexes overturned all but the sturdiest structures. The guardian was caught on an islet, the surrounding waters had risen over pathways and obscured terrain for miles around. With little else to do, they swiftly found the tallest point on the small bit of land.
Thunder blasted across the sky, and the rain seemed to join the sea in holding it's breath. Lighting tore through the darkness, and the guardian stood in awe of it's unbridled brilliance. 5 separate arcs collided with the waters surrounding the guardian, and wove a net of current over the speck of land. Stunned by it's beauty, the guardian's body dug it's limbs into the earth on instinct. A fragment of a moment later, those arcs touched the rain soaked earth and filled their body with primal energies.
Plugged into primal forces, the surge of energy rewrote every fiber of the guardian's physical form. Their neural net, and arcanotech core were also imprinted with each pulse. The resulting discharge gave off a cacophonous sound and it's light could be seen for miles around. The other members of the party quickly converged on the spot to investigate, and found the guardian still dug into the earth.
As they approached, the smell of ozone and a steaming blast zone were the first hints of the aftermath. Crossing carefully, the other hunters tried to stir the guardian from beyond the heat of the blast. Several attempts without a single result, and the hunters decided it best to bring the guardian back, or at least what they'd thought was the guardian.
Days passed without change, until one night as another storm began to roll in off the coast. A bright electric glow grew steadily, and finally the guardian stirred. They stood, taking measure of their form and function. Surrounding them were 5 pillars of crackling electrical magic, and in the analysis of this situation, the guardian discovered they were unable to recall much of their prior magical knowledge.
Still grasping their understandings of the mundane, and glimpses of the far past. New magical processes had overwritten the guardian's prior ones, giving them new skills, and streamlining their form to suit this realm. Dismissing the magical effect, the guardian stepped out of the small room.
The days that followed saw the guardian earn respect from the citizens of Gazablaak, being one of the fastest messengers and productive hunters. Their new form, being smaller and having a matte appearance, lent itself to disappearing from sight. The Sky Goddess' trial had remade their being, passing a fragment of wisdom the guardian pursues to expand. This earned them the nickname "Socket", the villagers getting a laugh at their learning of the Sky's magic.