Post by Kendyll on Aug 28, 2018 22:04:56 GMT[nospaces] [attr="class","SStabletemp1"] [attr="class","SSimginfotemp1"] [attr="class","SSboxestemp1"] [attr="class","SSbox1temp1"] 20 STANDARD YEARS [attr="class","SSbox1temp1"] FEMALE [attr="class","SSbox1temp1"] [break]HOMOSEXUAL [attr="class","SSbox2temp1"] HUMAN | ELSEIMIAN [attr="class","SSbox2temp1"] 5' 2" | 110 LBS [attr="class","SSbox2temp1"] LAWFUL NEUTRAL [attr="class","SSimg1temp1"]  [attr="class","SSsubtitletemp1"] REIGN EVREN KHINSA [attr="class","SScontainer1temp1"] [attr="class","SScontainer2temp1"] [attr="class","SScontent1temp1"] [attr="class","SSimg2temp1"] [break][break][break]  [attr="class","SScontent2temp1"] Appearance[break] Overview: Reign's general presence is best described as being softly composed, with both gentle movements and features. Her hair is of a platinum blonde hue, embellished with tints of honey and trimmed an inch or so above her rounded shoulders in a layered style. Similarly, her face is akin to a rounded heart, with a smooth yet noticeable jawline and just barely pronounced cheekbones. Reign's skin tone is somewhat pale, although due to her light hair color it seems a bit darker than would otherwise. Her complexion is rather uneven, consisting of cheeks and nose more sun kissed than the rest of her visage along with the general wear and tear that tends to come with living in an inhospitable environment for some time. [break][break]However, all these particular flaws are overshadowed by the discolored and withered patch of skin spanning from the top of her face on the right side to her upper cheek. The burn is further accented by a series of lacerations that cross over her eye socket in random order, as if a madman decided to take to carving up her vision. Indeed, while her left eye is colored a faded slate, Reign is completely unable to see out of her right. Although it opens and moves about as normal, the milky film over the iris and pupil, making both appear to be a slightly bluish cream, easily exemplifies this fact. Due to this, Reign tends to cover the area with her bangs, though she has an attachment to the what many would consider horrendous disfigurement. [break][break]Facial features aside, the woman possesses a petite frame, with moderate yet relatively symmetrical curves and legs slightly longer than her torso would suggest. Her limbs are well defined with muscle, although in a spindly way spared from excessive bulk, and likewise her abdomen is lacking excessive fat but isn't what one would consider rock hard, per se. Overall, Reign's physique is best described as athletic, although her usually slumped posture contrasts this. In general, despite her moniker, her default expression seems to at least be that of apathy, if not defeat, a fallen face, dropped chin, lowered gaze, and shuffled steps being the most prominent evidence, present in her day to day life. [break][break]Attire: Layers. Reign usually isn't seen without multiple varieties of clothing on, both a habit from her homeworld and its contrasting but typically cooler environment and due to the fact that space, an intermediary she is often found travelling across, is even more frigid. [break][break]When out on an excursion that could turn up interesting, which is most of the time, she typically wears a gray bodysuit reinforced with ether to double as armor and adorned with a series of holsters and sheaths depending on what weapons she's carrying for the occasion. It cuts off just above her wrists and ankles respectively, although she will often wear gauntlets that match its color to counter the former and plated boots for the latter. On top of the suit Reign usually wears a jacket of some time, her most common choice being a black long coat secured by a zipper in the front, although she doesn't always have it done up, and with a few pieces of leather trim embroidered on the back. She has a variety of other accessories that she sometimes wears as well, from scarves to vests with almost anything considered fashionable in between. [break][break]That being said, in more civilian environments Reign can be found sporting an even more diverse wardrobe, more often than not attention drawing to anywhere and everywhere except her face. She will also often wear an outfit simply because it is comfortable, whether it be a hoodie and jeans or t-shirt and sweatpants, typically when she is in a less than great mood or isn't trying to look impressive. One thing that is consistent throughout nearly all of her apparel is that she doesn't directly cover up the scarring on her face, merely attempts to draw attention away from it. The one exception to this is with formal wear, in which she sometimes wears a decorated half mask with no eye slit. In general, Reign tends to wear pantsuits or other ensembles not involving skirts or dresses when dressing up, spanning most of the color spectrum. [break][break]Reign also, to little surprise, has a gray flight suit standard to pilots of the Elseimian Navy, along with a standard gray uniform bearing the Khinsan insignia of a blue shield with a wolf, and a formal royal blue one with the same, although more ornate, symbol stitched in silver onto a singular cloth pauldron by the left shoulder. Unless on Elseima, however, or on more official business for the military, she is rarely found wearing anything indicative of her allegiances, or at least anything clearly visible. [break][break][break]Personality[break] Somewhat ironically, Reign has never caught the attention of most, her outward personality the quiet, hard working type, although most of her accomplishments are at best mediocre. It is easy for her to go unnoticed by many, even with her disfigurement, and for that reason Reign often is assigned to more clandestine missions, despite her moral opposition to it. That being said, she is willing to do almost anything for her clan and country, or at least in theory. In practice, however, she has proven breakable, although perhaps such differs now due to the same reason. [break][break]Indeed, Reign generally acts with etiquette when speaking with those she doesn't feel comfortable around, most often being strangers but also to superior officers and individuals representing rivaling factions or ideals. With the latter, the term uncomfortable usually translates as uneasy, as she has developed xenophobia to an extent given past experiences. [break][break][break]History[break] Born the second daughter of the well respected Evren family, Reign's early life was for the most part uneventful, her mind and body occupied with schooling and reverence for both the Khinsa clan and her elder sister Verity. Their parents were often absent, it being a tumultuous time for Elseima, and as a result Reign viewed her sister, older by a full eight years, as a role model. Trailing behind in her footsteps of excellence, she was always compared, and as a result invariably looked down upon. Her reaction was never anger, however, more so a deepening veil of solitude, only pierced by her few friends, most of whom either didn't know who she was or, later on, were outcasts of society themselves. [break][break]That being said, she swore to uphold the law of Ehr at age thirteen, and took it quite seriously, as was typical of her clan. At the ceremony, her kin was reunited for just a spare few days, memories of celebration and genuine happiness Reign would eventually cling desperately too. For, after that brief time, they were all shipped back off to a distant war, even if it was waged just miles above her head. She moved into the academy she was already attending alone, and from there directed the wrenching emotion of abandonment into her studies, determined to show her parents she was more than the disappointing child. [break][break]She never had the chance to speak with them again. Verity returned home within a year delivering the grim news, their parents had perished on the battlefield in an attempt to rescue captured allies. While they were successful in breaking through the fortifications in which they were being held, the only remains of the prisoners found were mutilated body parts and blood. On the way out, they had been ambushed, more than half of the squadron falling in combat. [break][break]Nothing was the same thereafter. A sense of disconnect began to form between Reign and her peers, and as for the bond between her sister and herself, it fared far worse. Verity became obsessed with serving her clan, in a futile attempt to block out the event she had coined a miserable failure. Reign was the only one who could see it as the truth it was, though. Her sister advanced in rank, all the while Reign continued to fall behind, having to support herself at the academy. It was just shy of her graduation at sixteen that the head of Khinsa died of an unknown illness, and with it lay a vacancy in the time of war, a perilous thing indeed. [break][break]Much to her surprise, Verity was nominated by the elders to replace the late leader, and while initially she was reluctant, eventually she agreed to run and ended up winning the position, despite some opposition to her age but praise of her sound military tactics. And thus, at Reign's graduation she was alone, a leaf swept up in the wind of change, passed over by everyone and everything, including the Auberen, a magic like force that seemingly allowed some Elseimians to tap into it. [break][break]Or, at least, so she and everyone else thought. Her life proceeded on rather normally at first, aside from the initiation into Khinsa's military forces and the occasional recognition, and subsequent attempt at political bribery, of her blood ties to Adelein Khinsa, although those who were close knew better than to mention it. Reign was assigned to a squadron of starfighters, tasked constantly to either providing air support on the ground or defending transports travelling to and fro Elseima's moon and shipyards. H7 was her designation, and her squad, coined Havoc for their habit of being far more independent and disorderly than normal, grew quite close, a fellow member one of Reign's longtime friends, Revy Kallis, and the others quite similar in their positions of underdogs. [break][break]Fighting in the Silent War, it was often that Havoc Squadron had no idea what their assignments were or when they would be called back into the air, and so they developed a rather improvised method of carrying out missions, ones that often revolved around working in pairs with constant encrypted communication. Reign and Revy were more often than not partners, and they were nicknamed R&R, something that still sticks with them to this day. For the most part, despite their constant scuffles and combat flights, the core members of the squadron survived, although many now bear scars, burns, and blunt trauma typical of pilots who have served in the line of duty. [break][break]Reign, however, is an exception to this. Shot down by the enemy and their foreign technology, she managed to survive the crash relatively unharmed, but putting up a weak defense as scavengers assaulted her she was captured and brought to one of their many treacherous encampments. There, as the tension of war pressed the mysterious and inevitably losing abductors, she was neglected, left in a claustrophobic prison cell to die, at least until one got the idea to interrogate her, in which it was ruthless. [break][break]They drew scarlet lines with a knife, painful yet reparable at first. Malnourished and weak already, the young woman did not last long, soon spilling every secret they wanted between gasping and sobbing breaths. Treason, of the highest order. Still, Reign would do anything to make it stop, the awful beings behind their masks and cloaks the most cruel she ever experienced. Execution was better than it, anything was. It wasn't as if anyone cared who she was, anyway. Yet, her torturer took more, their blade transforming into a hideous being of chaos. It ripped her flesh and sight apart, into a bloody haze soon clouded over and then to darkness. From there, her other eye flickered shut, her consciousness slipping away. [break][break]The next time she woke everything was in disarray, although the pulsating agony she experienced didn't help her perspective. The sound of firearms discharging, and ships roaring overhead, told Reign that the encampment had been discovered. Unable to move from her restraints, she waited in the same tiny confines, flinching every time an explosion was heard and cowering in the back as feet thudded across the hallway in front of her. Soon, though, the battle died down, and the iron door to her cell swung open, revealing a figure dressed in the Khinsan uniform blue, Verity. [break][break]Hospital lights then flashed into her vision. Again, her sister was there, waiting by the bedside as if she didn't have more important things to attend to, that which Reign knew she did. The war had drawn to a close, Verity announced, after the aliens had scattered their forces and subsequently were annihilated. That was it. A few hugs and a long discussion later, she was gone, at least for the time, although every few days she returned. Occasionally, a few members of her squadron dropped in, but they were still busy gathering more information about who exactly Elseima had been fighting all this time. [break][break]Treated for infection, serious burns, and numerous lacerations, the doctor soon delivered the news that she would never see out of her right eye again, and immediately offered a solution in an advanced prosthesis. Reign politely declined, for the time, as the internal tumult within her scorned her previous cowardice and such punishment seemed only right as she hadn't even confessed. The same went for scar revision, in which the doctor insisted but over and over she resisted, until he eventually gave up. It was tradition, after all, not just her stubbornness, to keep an "unforgiven" mark. She was released from the medical bay after a few weeks, and resumed more mundane duties with her squadron, mostly prepping their fighters as she hadn't been cleared for flying, much less that of the military scope. [break][break]After a few months of peacetime, Reign rejoined her squadron on reconnaissance-type missions, as a result of both increased tensions between Elseima and other galactic powers along with the wariness of strange beings starting to make contact with human civilization. At present, Havoc Squadron is often split up, only having radio communications from vast distances to stay in contact, and going undercover for more than a few assignments. Her experiences constantly haunt her, along with a general sense of disconnect from the world, one she has never felt before. Her piloting skills have been severely hampered by her injury, but nonetheless Reign tries to make the best of it, pushing herself far beyond her doctor's recommendations along with ignoring most others' concern. [break][break][break]Scourge of the Auberen[break] Ad infinitum, or at least in theory. In reality, Reign's ability to channel the Auberen is spotty at best, especially in light of recent events. At present, she isn't even aware that she is what is considered an Auber, an Elseimian that can harness the force of similar name, although considered cursed as she was not selected at sixteen and her abilities have been present far before that age. Reign's particular affinity is to space, and while she has only ever been able to sense space and the objects that make it up theoretically the Auberen could allow her to manipulate such in various forms like teleportation compression and decompression of mass. However, unlike true magic, she draws power from an outside force, the Auberen, and at any time that force can block her out, making her abilities spotty at best, especially since such has a conscious of its own and knows her transgressions against her clan. 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Brave Galaxy is set in a world loosely based on Hiro Mashima’s Fairy Tail and Eden’s Zero. It is a PG-13 or so rated space fantasy RP, and uses a combination of character statistics, which can be acquired via roleplaying and events, and creative freedom to help direct players’ characters. While there is a main storyline, which can be found in the events section, characters are free to interact with others and their environment however they see fit.
