Nar Rashadda Alos

Name: Nar Rashadda Alos (Felice Enandra)
Codename: Serenity (Shiva)

Species: Modified AlphaClonoid

Age: Her body was reformed into a Clonoid when she was 15 but she looks more like she is 18. Her actual age is 28.

Gender: Female

Good, Evil, Neutral?: Neutral

Appearance: She stands at 5'2" which means that she could be considered to be of a diminutive size. The word that best
describes Alos is small. Her body is thin but it is a healthy thin. Lean muscles show slightly under olive skin. It is
easy to get hung up on her skin which has a beautiful hue, but which moreover has what appears to be tattoos covering it. The tattoos look somewhat like the position indicators on a circuit board; little white circles connected by lines which
have other lines branching off from them at right angles. They can change color depending on how much energy is being
channeled to them, because they are actually subcutaneous implants that enhance either neural interface or combat
performance. Alos is flat-chested, for those of you who care. Her face is small, like everything else, and has soft angles
to it. It, the face, is framed by jaw-length, straight black hair, the bangs of which hang down over her forehead but do
not pass her eyebrows. On the subject of eyebrows, Serenity's are thin and black. They arch elegantly above a pair of glass eyes. In a literal sense, her eyes are made of glass. The girl's nose is short and round with rather refined nostrils. Full and bright are the lips that sit delicately below the little nose. A strange voice emits from those lips, like the tolling
of bells. She has round ears that hide underneath her hair. These are hinted at by the gentle curve of the jaw that leads
back to them, the ears that is. Alos's cheek bones are not what you would call high but still leave a dignified sort of
feel about her. Then again, the dignity might actually be the result of incredibly rigid posture which is kept no matter
what position she is in. Her head is always held high and her back kept straight. Maturity is the greatest theme of her body, though it is all so minuscule in proportion. Garbed is the maiden in a black skin-tight gown of a far eastern origin that has a high collar and slits which start at the hips, the gown itself stretching down to her ankles. Dispersing the black
monotony of the dress is a gold lining along the edges and some working throughout the outfit that takes on a sort of
strange blade-like pattern. Covering her legs are ballooned crimson pantaloons bound about the waist, under the dress by a large gold sash and about the ankles by smaller gold bindings. From her neck hangs a scarf of equal red and her wrists shine with the gold bangles that dangle there. Alternately, she also wears a pair of gold gauntlets on occasion with the markings of the falling sun engraved upon them. Finally her tiny feet are protected either by a pair of black slippers with the same markings as the dress or a pair of sandals.

History: Thirteen years have passed since Felice was a human. Of course, she hasn't used that name since then. Betrayal, it can make one want to forget their past, but not many people ever get the chance to simply erase memory. Felice isn't one of the lucky. Every tiny detail remains with her. Perhaps that is why she renamed herself. The name Nar Rashadda Alos really means nothing to anyone, unless they read the old texts buried far beneath mounds of data in the old histories. It was once said that invoking the words was to cause the utterer to forget pain and live in peace. needless to say it hasn't worked. Felice was a prodigy and by her fifteenth year had settled herself as one of the up and coming 'great minds'. Her area of expertise was not exactly what most people would expect. She was an assessor and a processor, capable of multi-directional thought. Only a few people were actually able to do what Felice did. What she didn't know was that the ability wasn't 'technically' natural. Instead, she was a product of a highly experimental breeding program imposed by the human government's military's bureaucratic branch. Thus she could not have understood why they would have torn her away from life as she knew it and turned her into one of the human's enemies, the Clonoids. Instead of giving her a 'power suit' they changed her, exchanging organs for devices that would cause her to have enhanced physical and mental capabilities. The worst part was when they removed her senses, one by one rendering them useless, hence the glass eyes. As far as the young Enandra girl was concerned, Felice died that day. As far as the government was concerned, Serenity was born that day, and to the Clonoids it was the birth of the being they codenamed Shiva, the god of death. When that being awoke, it would be called Nar Rashadda Alos by itself. Alos was awakened to a world composed only of thought and power. She was fully cognitive of who she was and everything about herself, but she could sense nothing. Blind was the government's new weapon, their Serenity. So she slept, uncaring and unfeeling, sustained by the energy they constantly pumped into or rather out of her. Then, one day almost three years later, Alos woke up and could see, hear, feel, taste, touch. Life was restored to her, perhaps it had all been a dream, but no, this was still a military cell, the same one in which she had fallen asleep. Dazed and perplexed she got up, her body felt different, but that wasn't too much of a surprise considering what they had done to her. What was a surprise was when she saw herself. Shocked she stumbled over to the body. The first thought that passed through Alos's mind was that she had been told that cloning was illegal. Then the mirror came into her peripheral vision and she glanced what was in it. She walked over and stared long and hard. The first thing that came to mind was, they moved my mind to a male? Staring back at her was a thin but strong face with pale skin, ever blue eyes, and blond hair that fell wavily to his shoulders. The man was tall and obviously strong, wearing a black jumpsuit that clung tightly to his skin, showing every muscle. "A bit feminine," Alos thought to herself, "But nonetheless good looking." She smiled and turned back to her body only to have the smile replaced by a wistful look. "Move," she thought at it, "I want to know who got my body." It was then that awareness flooded in on her, as she opened her own eyes. Feeling herself move through another person, she rushed to help herself get up. The men came in after some hours of her getting used to herself. They explained to her just what had happened. She had been outfitted for a sort of puppeteer program trial. Her body was still her own, but so was the body of the man in whom she had 'woken up'. Slowly she began to feel the consciousness of the man, a captured Clonoid. She spent another approximate three years with him. In that time 'they' tested her limits. Alos took every opportunity she could to probe the mind of the Clonoid that she had come to call Primus.Though the military seemed to believe that they had reduced him to nothing more than a doll for her to manipulate, but she could 'feel' him inside. His personality still existed and his memories were there, although they were buried deep. She let go, Serenity just retreated from his mind, but Primus seemed to have some sort of affinity for her, holding her hand while her body remained immobile and senseless. Somehow, he called her back, and her mind once again blotted his out. The men felt that this development was sign enough that they could move to the next stage of their work. Bit by bit, eight more captured Clonoids were placed under her control, all of them appearing identical. The reason that no more were attributed to her was that, so the men discovered, she could only control eight at one time without rendering herself, her own body, unconscious and completely lose her grip on all of the units under her command. So, Serenity was outfitted with Two of each type of Clonoid. She gave to each a numeric name. Primus and Secundus were simply Clonoids,
Tirtius and Quartus were NeoClonoids, Quintus and Sextus were GyroClonoids and would serve the purpose of transporting her when she was engaged in controlling all eight of her 'minions' at once, and Septimus and Octavius were AlphaClonoids forming an incredible amount of processing power. However, this only lasted until Tirtius was reprogrammed to spy on his mistress by her superiors. As a test, she had Octavius, her personal favorite, kill Tirtius. She then confronted those commanding her and gained for herself a relative sort of freedom, a longer leash given to her as a test. Thus, she renamed her underlings, Quartus through Octavius each dropping a single numeric value. Serenity has not been given a unit to replace the one she destroyed but functions well without it. She is used by the human forces as an assassin and is only sent out for short periods of time on specific missions with specific targets. Alos shows disdain for the humans she serves but is callous about killing the Clonoid units that she has been sent to neutralize. Thus, she is feared by both those that created her and those she hunts.

Powers: Serenity has no 'power suit' in evidence. Rather, her body is her power suit, having been reconstructed almost
completely. She is stronger and faster than she should be with incredible reflexes. Twin 'tattoos' on her palms emit pylonic energy in the form of Pylon blades. Alos's preference in Pylon type weaponry is a saber-like blade formed of incredibly dense Pylonic energy. The power drain to maintain such a weapon is enormous and thus she cannot fight with it for any lengthy battle unless she turns it on and off only as necessary. Not being able to use senses like sight for herself, to do battle personally, she must set up her followers as watchers. Firing a gun accurately herself is out of the question, but through her 'puppets' she is capable of using any form of weapon that their bodies are capable of wielding with incredible effect. Her skills in combat are not her own, being 'stolen' from the memories and talents of those she controls. The Shiva does not only 'control' those under her command, she 'experiences' them, processing everything that their senses send her and deciding how they should act. The more of them she controls at once, the less control she has over her own body. Only controlling one, she is fully operational, if just a tad mechanical in her actions. When all seven are being employed she is on the verge of falling 'asleep' and for all intents and purposes is physically useless. She can, however, let go of her control on her men whenever she pleases and they will still act towards her with complete loyalty and protect her to the best of their individual abilities.

Primus: A normal Clonoid that excels in engineering. Alos uses him to 'tweak' the others so as to optimize their
capabilities. He can fight, but she mostly uses him as a 'watcher', keeping him close so that she can keep an eye on
herself. He is armed only with a pistol for protection.

Secundus: A normal Clonoid that works as a spotter. Serenity sends him out to be eyes and ears far ahead of the other
members of her unique strike force. Secundus is armed with a combat rifle with collapsible add-ons that give it enhanced range and sights and, due to his excellent eyesight and calmness, makes an amazing sniper.

Tirtius: Now the only NeoClonoid and thus the only squad member actually meant for combat, is used for just that, fighting. He is the most skilled at the art of war, the strongest, the fastest, the best equipped, and generally the one to actually do the killing. Tirtius loves close combat and uses a dagger style of Pylon-blade fighting. his armor is beefed up for use in battle. He relies mostly on his speed and power, but also carries with him a small rifle made for close-quarters fighting and several grenades.

Quartus: GyroClonoids wear bulky armor and Quartus is no exception. Though he was not originally made for combat, he has been modified with a small mounted rocket launcher and an explosives transport bay. Most notable is the mini gun strapped to his right arm. Serenity plays him close to herself, using him as a first line of defense, but far enough away that he can be of use in a larger scale battle.

Quintus: Quintus's armor has actually been scaled down and his movement capabilities advanced. He acts as a mobile
transport that carries Alos around when she is using all of her units in full control. He possesses only his fists as possible weapons, being meant not for fighting but retreat if such a thing should ever be necessary.

Sextus: An AlphaClonoid with an amazing amount of brainpower, Sextus should actually be something like a scientist or
analyst, but Serenity uses him instead as a back-up brain when the data from the others becomes to much for one human mind to handle. Sextus is an incredibly elegant warrior, for he does fight. His skills do include dueling with Pylonic blades, for which he trusts his life to skill rather than strength. Moreover, he is proficient with a large variety of firearms.

Septimus: Another AlphaClonoid, and easily his mistress's favorite. Septimus is devious and yet is the only one of
Serenity's minions that she would allow free reign of his body on all their missions. While Sextus is geared towards
matters of great science and politics, Septimus's calling is in comprehensive tactical strategy of the field of battle.
However, he is not only commander but also combatant. Dual wielding long barreled pistols is one of Septimus's favorite
modes of ending his opponents. Strangely, he fights with an honest to goodness metal blade as opposed to the Pylonic form that is favored by pretty much everyone else, caring more about skill than about winning.

Personality: Cold and detached, she exists for herself and her 'puppets'. She fights when she is called to because she
finds it exhilarating. She truly enjoys 'her' men and loves working with them. The Shiva is both audacious and prideful,
acting with disdain towards both those she believes under her status and to those who can outrank her easily. The only
persons who have her respect are those on the field of battle who can stand against or along side her and give an account
of themselves. She is a mocking figure, being a tiny little girl commanding a unit of incredible strength and coordination.
Deeper emotions, like the hatred she has for the humans who she feels betrayed her or the seeming feelings she has for
Septimus are a bit harder to find, being buried beneath the steel of her heartless shell. Callously, she lives rather
obviously only for herself and her 'men'. Yet, among the small group is a considerable amount of emotion and camaraderie. This side of herself is open exclusively to those she feels deserve it. Serenity desires just that, her namesake, peace, but through the turmoil of her haunted memories sees only one avenue that could bring her that solace, death. However, she cannot simply roll over and die, her pride forces her to look for the warrior who can end her existence, her pain.

Sample RP post: Sightless eyes flashed open as the young lieutenant came dashing into the room. Serenity slowly sat up as the man stood to attention and saluted. "Ma'am, the general requests your presence in the situation room immediately," his deep voice barked, a voice that didn't belong to such a thin scrawny man, "He believed that you would like to be there when they confirm the location of Echo Hunter." A slight smile passed over Alos's face. That bell-like voice toned melodically, "They have presumed to have found Hunter many times and nothing has ever come of it." She was just lying back when Septimus entered the room. "Nar Rashadda, you will desire to be there this time. Sextus believes that they are right," his deep voice did fit him, in his dark coat and manly attitude. Thence did Serenity deign to place her bare feet on the cold metal floor of her room. "Does he?" she asked as Primus came up behind her and Secundus approached from the front so that she might better see herself and surroundings, "Well then, I suppose we should make an appearance after all." She called up to the mind of Sextus, who was in the control room, and assurance flooded her own thoughts. "Finally," Alos spoke quietly to Septimus, "Finally, we shall meet this legendary NeoClonoid, this Echo Hunter. Perhaps we shall finally find peace..." Septimus only looked at her sadly, "Perhaps."

ooc// I understand that this may have some large errors in it. I did not proof read it, and will not do so for some time, likely. Thus, if you feel that anything in particular needs desperately to be changed, point it out and I will get to it as soon as possible. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it. Heck, I hope you enjoy it anyway...

That's the second time I've had to separate a BIO into two posts! What the heck is wrong with me?!

Okay, I lied about the proof reading thing... I totally just wasted my entire day on this machine...

*wide eyes*
OK, yes, I am bored and supposed to be writing an essay, but this was a lot more interesting than Animal Farm.

ACCEPTED

Glad to know that I at least beat Animal Farm...

How do you right that much for one character?!

It's called originality, information, etc. It's mostly the history that takes up place, if it's written as a story. I could do the same, but I'm just too lazy. Great effort there, Whilaroo. NOW GO TO ARCANA >:lD