SAINT - 雷電針

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spirit of the storm

a human turned spirit. the nascent guardian of the south gate and the subsequent replacement of the late lord of the skies who was slaughtered by humans.

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⛩ (Guardian of the South Gate)


PERSONALITY
"What makes you tick?"
Saint is extremely unempathetic and generally feels very little with regards to both emotional affect and physical pain. This numbness means that she requires material of the highly intense variety in order to elicit anything even approaching the equivalent of normal stimulation. Hence, she can be disturbingly and spontaneously violent, and can be very selfish, placing little value on life and relationships.

That said, she comes off as aloof, and rarely voices or expresses any of her feelings.

Saint is an analyst who loves taking things apart and solving problems. She rarely hesitates when faced with a dilemma, even if the ensuing result is less than morally ideal. When stressed, she often defers to impulse, and this is a trait which greatly frustrates her as it tends to compromise on rational deduction.While she is someone who greatly values her independence and strength, she is extremely lonely.

She looks on her transformation negatively, knowing that it was an inciting factor towards causing her more violent and aggressive tendencies to surface. She loathes the cruel savagery she’s become easily capable of ( largely due to how at odds it is with the value she places on lucidity and having her mental faculties intact ), and finds massive contradiction in the way that they are also one of the only ways she is able to derive satisfaction.


APPEARANCE
ABILITIES

Able to 'spit' lightning and able to sense electrical signals. Impressive regenerative abilities. Cuts and wounds may smoke/steam.
WINGSHard, metallic, semi-transparent scutes, and drape to cover most of her body and hind legs like a cloak when she sits. Extremely fast flier. Very maneuverable and agile. However, with acceleration comes a significant disability to brake.

 
SCALESFaintly iridescent. Glassy, reflective and hard.  
BLOODBlack with an oily sheen. Large amounts of blood will ignite in contact with air due to the presence of volatile metabolic compounds. 
MASK
She retains a human form which she can invoke and dissipate at will.
 


OVERVIEW

ENTRY I

In the beginning there was only the sea.
我世界的來源就是海底。

Hers was a world of innovation and ambition, with humanity’s endless reach for the stars and beyond made its namesake. In a bid to conquer the world around them, they turned their attention to the mysterious spiritual entity known only as the Tide, which dictated the sole ordinance of dynamic evolution and creation.

This nameless, formless force remained out of reach, sequestering itself in chaotic regions of the natural world where its dynamic flux of energy rendered the land both dangerous and inhospitable. Any living creature exposed to its naked potential would die from severe cellular degeneration and the candid disarray of genetic material.

In their hubris, a mimic was produced in hopes of driving innovation and evolution in line with their own interests. This mimic facilitated artificial selection, but was only capable of bringing about unrefined transformations. Switching focus in the face of this failure, there was a much greater success in weaponizing its capabilities of erosion and the destruction of matter.

ENTRY II

Truth is fated to befall each tragedy. 
真相總在悲劇呈現。

She was once an aircraft pilot and soldier employed by an organization dealing in technology, weaponry and matters of war. Her partner had been wounded irreversibly in battle and discharged from service. In her ensuing grief, she made a deal with her overseers and set off on their behalf, hoping foolishly to harness a fraction of the Tide in order to develop a curative procedure.

But the sheer force of the pervading spiritual energy caused her aircraft to malfunction. She was frozen within a lake within which the Tide resided, and her human form was eroded. She re-emerged centuries later, in an alien body loosely resembling her aircraft and into an unfamiliar world with electricity trickling through her veins.

ENTRY III

Trust neither your fellows, nor your own judgment. The world is rife with untruth.
周圍的世界都就是虛假的。

The world that greeted her upon emergence was one that had fallen into an uneasy time of relative peace. She was imprisoned, though further investigation confirmed her identity. At her request, was subjected to a procedure which effectively destroyed all her memories from prior to the moment of her emergence, a treatment which was conventionally offered to traumatized soldiers hoping for relief.

Her memories were extracted and perused in order to create an emulation to serve as a handler. This individual bore the face and voice of someone intimately familiar, but this someone she could no longer remember. Nevertheless, there was a degree of innate connection that she could not shake, and this peerless trust was, albeit an act of subterfuge, effective.

ENTRY IV

It all ends beneath the waves. Facing you, I don’t register the encroach of death.
海浪是我們的結局，對你不覺死。

Memories were difficult to shake, and the enhanced regeneration which the Tide infused into her physical form granted her meant that she began to recall glimpses of her past life in sporadic snippets. Ultimately, curiosity drove her to seek out any information regarding her past lover, only to find that she had ultimately cast herself into the inhabitable sea and taken her own life. Perhaps what was more strange was the fact that she felt not distraught, but only a curious lack of feeling, like an emptiness that had seeded within her and now grew to occupy her very being.

She sought out the puppet which had been created to guide her and tore it apart. She was disappointed to feel nothing at all. 

ENTRY V

In winter, a black dragon looks out over the harbour. 
冬風寒冷，黑龍望海

Her distrust in the organization was a thorn left unextracted. With this remaining echo of her life torn asunder, she turned her back on them and left. She was the heir of the Southern Gate, a nascent vessel of a deity struck down; humanity’s struggle to conquer the natural world still raged beneath the surface, and there were more chapters to be written somewhere beyond the vestiges of her verdigris past. 






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