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'''Real Name:''' Unknown<br> | '''Real Name:''' Unknown<br> | ||
'''Age:''' 33<br> | '''Age:''' 33<br> | ||
Revision as of 02:18, 24 March 2012
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Real Name: Unknown
Age: 33
Race: Human
Birthplace: Unknown location on Earth
Status: Playtesting
Fighting Style
Geminatra's mind has touched and entangled itself with the mysterious metaphysical existence known as the Focus. It has gifted her with potent psychic powers that feed on her more primal emotions. She also twists its potential through dark, alien rituals to create intense, raw power. This power meshes seamlessly with her psionic abilities, each amplifying and exploiting the other to wreak devastating effects upon those who cross her.
Techniques
(Gotta work on this)
Biography
Geminatra was once an ordinary human on Earth, though she would never admit to ever being ordinary. She merely states that she grew weary of Earth being preyed upon by the strong and free while its would-be protectors had grown complacent and only barely held the line, at times failing so completely that the universe had to be rewritten twice to rectify their laziness. She felt a subtle connection to that terrible force that sundered reality and made it whole again. What a mad fantasy she had, to be the one who could control such power. No being would dare contest the Earth, if she were protected by ones who could undo and redo reality as they saw fit. Indeed, Earth could then return to its antagonists the same wrath it had received to those who so generously gave it. With this hateful design in mind, she left her cradleworld and set out to discover the greater mystery of the galaxy. At least, that is how Geminatra tells the story to those who are lucky and favored enough to be privy to such private information.
After a few months of searching, she was captured by a sect of reclusive aliens who worship emotion. They subjected the witless girl to all manner of stimulus; crushing her will with brain-melting torture, driving her beyond ecstasy, and drawing from her emotions that she didn't even realize could be produced on a whim. Their bewitching minds made her fall madly in love in one moment and become a murderous monster in the next. In their teasing, testing, and probing, they discovered that the woman had a powerful, untapped connection to the great, subdimensional pool of primal power and potential, which on Earth, was known to the Order of Ma'Shas as the Focus. Her emotions were surprisingly unrestrained for a citizen of such a reserved, shut-in world as Earth. In her, they saw a prodigal new member to their secret organization.
They began her training, shouting and howling at her in languages she did not understand and lathering abuse on her until she forced herself to understand. They invaded her mind at all hours of the day, twisting her thoughts to make her ponder things she would ordinarily not consider. Through controlled rumors and whispers, they made her want to learn their ways, as she saw it as the only way to escape. When they touched her mind to the Focus, however, it was like a light switch being toggled. Suddenly, it all made sense to her. Their ways made sense. She saw the state of her people for what her new philosophy dictated it was; a great font of power, turned upon itself so that it never perceived that it was being controlled by weak creatures not even a fraction of their might. It sickened her to think of it, and she trained harder than before under the care of her alien influences. By the time she emerged, she was beginning to blossom in the power of the Focus, mastering her mind as well as the sorceries of the Neroth to seduce, bewitch, influence, coerce, destroy, and empower. There was no more she could learn in their controlled surroundings. They named her Geminatra and sent her out, and instructed her not to return until she had "become the master."
She could think of no place that needed a master more than her own homeworld. Still clad in the vestments of the acolytes of her instructors, she procured a shuttle from a hapless mortal and travelled home. Soon, Earth would know the true order of things. She has foreseen it.