Isis the Destined King

[Isis Ixidar]

Name: Isis Ixidar
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Species: Echelonian
Random Statistics:
~Height: 5 feet 2 inches
~Weight: Shame on you for asking…
~Hair Color: Purple
~Eye Color: Orange
~Skin Color: Tan
~Alignment: Chaotic Good

Character Tier: Intermediate Tier (Level. 6)
Character Status: Active
Character Allegiance: None (Echelon Imperium)

Physical Description: Big things come in small packages. With a body fit for a twelve year old Isis is like a little firecracker. She stands at five feet and two inches when balancing on the tips of her toes and her bone structure matches it perfectly. Her rib cage is tiny, her limbs are thin, and her chest is flat as a pancake. Despite this her body is toned with the muscles of nature’s child and her olive skin maintains a constant healthy luster.

Isis’s face is as childish as the rest of her body, with cheeks retaining a layer of chubby baby fat and a round shape even though the girl is well into her twenties. All of this is framed by a head of shockingly purple hair which maintains a constantly messy nature with curls and bits of hair sticking out in every random direction. Her hair is fairly long, going down to the small of her back while her bangs drape across her forehead and often hang just above her sight. Speaking of which the girls eyes are deep orange and fairly sensitive to sunlight to boot.

Despite her obvious size deficiency Isis maintains a certain ferocity about her, not unlike a chihuahua that hasn’t realized just how small it is. Like all good people Isis changes her clothes daily, smelly freaks.

Personality Description: Isis is the more educated of the Ixidar sisters but you wouldn’t know it by talking to her. The girl has a tendency to abuse the common tongue like it’s a red headed step-child, when she isn’t talking so fast it terrorizes the structure of her sentences. To top it off the younger sister often has a severe case of selective memory loss and will often forget important parts of a conversation to hear only what she wants to hear. Isis is a bit of a ditz overall, leaving all of the more important ’thinky bits’ to her older sister Masika.

That said Isis is a fairly good leader. Easily excitable and even easier to manipulate it doesn’t very much to get Isis literally falling out of her seat to get involved. These may not seem good traits at first but the passion for action often spills over into others and Isis can whip up a party in a matter of moments. While the girl is fairly easy to discourage, she almost always bounces back with even more vigor then before and can restore self-confidence in even the most depressed emo kid. She’s the kind of leader who leads with actions rather then words.

Isis would be classified as Chaotic Good, while the girl can often be a brat this largely stems from the fact that she doesn’t know how or when to shut her mouth. People often get the impression that Isis is an intentionally rude person rather then understanding that the young girl is just a little too honest for her own good. The destined king is not a bad one, Isis generally wishes for a better world and will go out of her way to help others if they don’t look like they can help themselves already. That said Isis is a little more violent then would be becoming of such a leader, often punching something is her first and last resort to a problem. This only lends itself to the misnomer that she is a stupid person.

In short Isis is too complicated to be simplified. One could observe her for years and still be surprised at her responses, Masika sure is. But in the end she’s one of the good guys, just a little misguided at times.

Character Powers, Skills, and Abilities:

Earth Shaker (Level. 6): Isis has always had an uncanny connection with Mother Nature and with a simple sway of her hands she can command the earth itself to help her. The connection spreads out nearly fifty yards around her in every direction and is both seamless and undetectable. The heavier whatever she controls the more difficult it is for her to maintain a firm grasp, however her lifting capacity is high enough to make swinging most objects look like child's play.

Energy Conduit (Level. 6): Isis is a living breathing battery, her body constantly channeling a stream of energy. In addition to channeling energy she can devour it all forms, breaking it down to purer form while releasing all the excess materials in the form of a light haze. She can throw and shape the energy often with explosive results, expelling it from every pore in her body at once.

Ghost Whisperer (Level. 6): Isis has always been able to see spirits, everywhere she goes. When she was a child she couldn't even tell the difference from a living person or a dead one. Now Isis is a little smarter, she knows to keep her mouth shut, but no matter how hard she tries to ignore them the ghosts always seem to follow her. They hang around everyone she meets often shooting off irrational requests to fulfill long forgotten familial pacts.

Character Equipment:

Imperius the Sword of Kings (Level. 6): Before the days of mighty Ixidar fighting the World Slivers or the destructive rule of House Kalahari, there was Imperius. The sword that single handedly forged a kingdom, or so it claims.

Regardless of whether its telling the truth or not Imperius is in fact fully sentient and claims to have been around since the beginning of the Imperium itself. It has quite the attitude, haughty and demanding at all times like any good royal should be, and can force himself on others telepathically. Despite this Imperius has a well of knowledge back up his proud boasts, though admits it could all be a simple enchantment. After all even he can't remember his own name.

Imperius has the ability to shift shape, becoming as malleable as a whip at one moment or thicker then steel the next. While its far from indestructible the sword always manages to find a way to return, often reforming itself from nothing at all. Not that it enjoys being destroyed. The sword channels energy through it just as Isis does, expanding upon whatever magics are pumped through it before pumping them back out indiscriminately.

Imperius often boasts that it can discover anyone's weakness, be it physical or mental. This is quite obviously bullshit.

Character History: A long time ago, longer now then it seems, there was a wondrous kingdom known as the Echelon Imperium. The Imperium was founded on spiritual ancestry with the people worshiping not deities but their own forefathers. They would work hard but wanted for nothing and lived to serve their emperor, and when they died, they would pass off into the after life. There, they would watch over their descendants, lending their wisdom and skills to their children’s children through a series of tattoo’s across their skin known as Echelons, from which the Imperium derived its name. Of course, this was a lie…

The Imperium was an interstellar kingdom founded upon bloodshed. More then fifty thousand years old, their history began with a forced exodus to escape the growing Sliver threat during the Origin Wars. From then on, there was barely a time that passed without the Imperium going to war. Their people would live happy lives based upon the survivors of conquered civilizations. War was carried out in the name of religion, they actively sought to remove deities and thrust their ancestor worship upon the then directionless peoples. The conquered were treated as little better then slaves, toiling as a worker class that allowed the surviving heroes to live out their lives as if they were on a paradise.

But years of aggressive expansions drew hatred from every corner of the Multiverse onto the Echelonians and generations of selective inbreeding slowly decayed the once grandiose royal family. The fall of the Echelon Imperium truly began with the birth of Ruby Kalahari, a warrior queen of particular ineptitude who allowed not only the invasion of their home planet on several occasions but the destruction of several of their outlying colonies. The Mystic Empire had come upon them, where the Imperium sought to eliminate other religions, the Empire was more of a Dominion; ruled by a council of conquered gods, kings, elementals, and other such powers. With every piece of their Empire maintaining its own sanctity.

The heroes of the Empire steadily advanced on the Imperium home world of Sahure, freeing colonies everywhere its wide arms could sweep. But in the end, it was not the Mystics who destroyed the Imperium. It was the tragic hero of the Imperium, the man who was to have been the second emperor, mighty Ixidar Kalahari. Ixidar had been on a path to greatness until the immense and god-like World Slivers devoured his home world, taking his wife and children along with it. The history books have since become smudged with conspiracy but what is known is that Ixidar devoured the flesh of the World Sliver at fault and in doing so became a Sliver himself. Driven mad by the constant desire to feed Ixidar was locked away by his own father deep beneath a desolate prison planet, he was stripped of his family name and every one of his descendants had been black marked.

Ixidar remained loyal to the Imperium for a time, even in chains he sought to protect his home from the invaders but as the royalty fell into a downward spiral so to did his loyalty. Finally, Ixidar freed himself by devouring the planet of Doom and proceeded to turn on the Imperium, destroying what little couldn’t be saved by the Mystic Empire and conquering everything that was left. It was a bloody and ferocious vendetta that culminated in his suicide, one that took all his descendants along with him. Or so he thought.

Izuza Samyaza had survived, part of a distant branch of the Ixidar family the Samyaza’s had been allowed to retain their honor while Ixidar’s closer descendants had been punished. They lived a life of scraping and bowing to make up their betrayal to the proper Kalahari’s and Izuza was no different, living out her days as a bodyguard and a maid to the infantile Zakuku Samyaza. Izuza had appeared during the Imperium’s final stand against the Empire but try as she might she was defeated in the first few minutes by a member of the Brotherhood of the Watchful Dragon, Nailo. Izuza was spared by her enemies own pity and when she awoke from her injuries Ruby had already passed and Ixidar’s tragedy was beginning to unfold.

Finally broken by the grand nature of her failure, Izuza fled from the Imperium never to return. She threw away her family name and adopted the cursed form of Ixidar and went into hiding for a millennia. But one can only tear themselves down for so long and when Izuza emerged in the uncharted Frontiers of the Multiverse she was ready to begin life anew, using her skills as a warrior and an indentured servant she easily made a comfortable living for herself. Izuza eventually met a young local by the name of Roderick, he was a petty noble at best but he loved her and she may have even loved him back. She soon became pregnant with his first child, the demure Masika and for a time things were happy. But by the time she became pregnant with her second child, Isis, the restless ancestors that she had abandoned had come back. The maddening voices chattered day in and day out but Izuza retained her sanity long enough to give birth to her second child before finally leaving. Izuza later committed suicide and used her last breath to seal contact with the ancestors away from her children.

Roderick, truly in love, was stricken with grief and unable to live with himself. He sent his daughter Masika away with her younger sister before going in search of his wife. He never did return.

This is all pointless fluff as far as Isis is concerned though. At the tender age of one Isis was too young to remember her mother or father and is far from plagued by vague childhood memories like the movies would have you believe. Masika took Isis away from the city where the seedy underworld would seek out the two heirs to Roderick’s fortune and to a small island that barely qualified as a country. Isis and her sister lived under the dutiful eye of Roderick’s distant family, and while they were nice people they could hardly provide for two children. Masika took it upon herself to become a ‘novelty maid,’ her tiny size and adorable features making the perfect trophy for the rich families to display. With benefits and money she provided all that she could for her younger sister.

Not that Isis liked it much. Isis was forced to go to school, the small one that there was and paid enough attention to graduate. But it was no secret to everyone that the youngest Ixidar was a trouble maker through and through, starting fights and claiming that she could speak with ghosts. At the tender age of twelve Isis was hit with the stunning revelation that her older sister was leaving her job for reasons unknown to head out into the great unexplored Frontier. Isis knew that her sister was about as self reliant as a twig and wouldn’t let her go alone, so she packed up and ran off right along side her.

Isis has continued her education sporadically at best and it’s been pretty much the same for her job. There was a time where she tried to be a maid but her volatile nature made her unappealing despite how she remained pocket sized well past her teenage years. Isis remained a bit of a burden on her sister but they were happy if not poor and that was all that mattered.

But one day while star gazing the youngest Ixidar came upon a sword, it spoke which was certainly unusual enough and it said that its name was Imperius. It told of her a grand and righteous kingdom, surely it couldn’t be the Imperium, and it told her that she was bred from the first king’s son Ixidar himself. He said that he would make her a queen if only she listened to him and after a short moment of consideration she agreed.

The Imperium didn’t matter much to Isis but the young sister was as impulsive as she was excitable and being a queen certainly sounded like an interesting enough endeavor. It was Isis’s turn to tell her sister that she was leaving and at the age of nineteen she stalked out of the door. It was also Masika’s turn to follow after her.

Life has been a long roller coaster ride since them. Being a king without a kingdom was much harder for Isis then she had originally predicted and before long she relying on her older sister yet again. Trekking about from planet to planet, things are eerily similar to the time before Imperius arrived save Isis’ new excuse to be righteous. Adventures and hardships awaited the sisters and Isis greeted it with open arms.

[Taskmienster]

Hey there, welcome to the tournament and glad to see a girl! haha. Anyway, just a couple things and you'll be on your way.

For Earth Shaker, what is the extent that she can 'swing' objects? Like how heavy? I only ask because it's a bit unspecific, though since you have no other skills I'm not going to make it weak either.

Also, what type of 'energy' are you considering being able to break down and disperse? There are many types of energy, from electric to magical to kinetic...

[Isis Ixidar]

Somewhere over twenty tons and any form of energy that she can get her hands on, that is to say tangible energy.

[Taskmienster]

20 tons is way to much, reduce that to maybe 1 ton. And tangible energy I assume is lightning and such. Correct?

[Isis Ixidar]

Lightning is an option provided she's fast enough to get a hand hold on it. I'll keep the weight limit in mind.

[Taskmienster]

Alright, cool. Well, keep close in mind, too much weight and it'll be powergaming. Good luck though with the tournament!

Approved.