Sasha the Eternal
10-02-07, 05:01 PM
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Name: Sasha The Eternal
Alias: Sasha
Race: Appears human
Alignment: Neutral good, if anything
Apparent Age: Appears to be early twenties.
Gender: Female
Hair color: Silver
Eye color: Grey
Height: 5’-10”
Weight: 130 Lbs
Attitude/Personality: Sasha is more or less a loner. She has been around in one form or another for so long that she has gotten bored with most of the worlds she has visited. Slow to fight, or indeed do anything at all, she is often ridiculed by those eager to show off. The words, however, harm her little more than water harms a duck. Incredibly melancholic, she does know that action is inevitable some times. When those times come, she is as fiercely determined as any seasoned warrior.
Appearance: As a spirit, Sasha’s physical appearance is normally changeable on a whim. Unfortunately, due to meddling by magicians and researchers in St. Denebriel’s Cathedral, she has been “locked” into her most human-like form. Silken silver hair falls to her shoulder blades, framing a face that belongs on an early twenty-year-old. Full lips and an average nose draw little attention away from impossibly deep emerald eyes, a feature that has disconcerted more than one commoner. She is slightly tall for a woman, almost breaching the six foot barrier with a slightly thin figure.
Because she has no “true” physical form, other than what she is now stuck with, her choice of clothing is manifest as she materializes into the physical world. Her most common outfit is a silver dress that covers her curves modestly, neither over-accentuating nor smothering her body. A blue belt and royal blue trim work make the dress more refined without being too extravagant. <Image (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/tiger80272/silverhairprincess.jpg)>
Abilities:
Spirit Sense: Because she is a spirit herself, Sasha is able to sense the location of other spirits, including both those of the deceased and those of the living. She can sense a general location and direction, as well as the general personality traits (whether they are nice, mean, good, evil, and so forth.)
Spirit Shift: Sasha is able to shift her body and possessions (if any) into the spiritual realm, partially or completely, at will outside of battle. While in the spirit realm, she cannot interact with the mortal realm and is essentially perfectly invisible and intangible. In battle or in times of greater than normal stress, she can only shift twice for a couple seconds at a time before she gets “stuck” in the spiritual realm, unable to come into contact with the physical world for a full day. If she shifts in battle, she must reappear in the same location she vanished from.
Summon Armor: When there is no recourse but to fight, Sasha is able to call a limited suit of armor to her current physical form. The armor includes a breast and back-plate, pauldrons, a winged helm, gauntlets, and grieves; all are equivalent strength to steel. A broadsword also appears, with strength equivalent to steel. When the altercation is finished, the armor vanishes. Cannot be sold.
Swordsmanship: Even though she prefers to avoid battle, Sasha knows that she will inevitably have to fight on occasion. Her skill with the broad sword is above average when compared to the typical traveler, but it is simplistic due to a lack of use over a few eons.
History:
“For after all what is man in nature? A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing. A central point in between nothing and all and infinitely far from understanding either.”
The white-garbed creature pondered to herself as she drifted aimlessly through the vast expanse of the utterly featureless void. Time held no meaning; there was nothing at all to measure time by. No stars burned themselves to novas, no planets orbited suns, and no comets made regular trips around the cosmos. Indeed, it was truly a place of serene meditation and contemplation. But that was all well and fine until you ran out of things to think about.
I am Sasha, but what is Sasha? I am certainly no god or goddess, yet I have witnessed the birth of countless deities. I certainly am no demon, but I am not a celestial either.
It was during one of her self-reflective moments that something changed in the universe. Somewhere to what she might consider her right and a bit beneath her current plane of being, a star was born. There was no great buildup, no cosmic explosion, it just appeared. If a spirit could smile, she would have. It had been so long since the last star had winked out that she thought the greatest deities may have all lost interest in the universe. It also marked the start of a rather interesting phenomenon. It had happened… was it up to four times now? Yes, that sounded right. One of the great deities made his first star and, not to be outdone, a rival deity made another star and added something else to it. After that, stars were born at exponential rates until the entire universe was filled.
Sure enough, mere moments after the first star appeared, another one blinked into existence. This one was a binary white dwarf; the two burning spheres orbited each other at an impossibly high rate. The rest of the deities, each not willing to let another outdo them, quickly joined in the spree until the vast empty space Sasha had been floating in was alive once more with light. Now came the fun part. The worlds that orbited each sun took much longer than a single instant to appear. They were formed with care and a delicate touch, each god or goddess shaping one aspect of the world before handing it off to the next until the planet was completed. Time was easier to measure now, but it still meant little to the ageless spirit that floated across worlds and the void with equal benevolence. The stars progressed through the void as she traveled at a speed that was impossible to measure, doing nothing but observing the newest “round” of creations. Each race had a slightly different flavor to it from the last time, but there were still many similarities.
The elves, or whatever they called themselves this time, still outshone most other races with their senses just as the disfigured ogres could still uproot trees and use them as clubs. There was one race that she had never seen before, though. From one world to the next, any time she saw them, they were unmistakable. They called themselves “humans”. She called them trouble. The best equivalent she could find for them was akin to a virus. They expanded and multiplied, taking what they needed from the world and gave almost nothing in return.
Sheer curiosity saw her observing a full generation of humans, and in the single century she watched them, she realized why they acted as they did. The planet was populated entirely by this one race and a conglomeration of lesser creatures. They reproduced far faster than anything she had seen save goblins, but at the same time their life spans were a mere hundred revolutions around their star. Their calendar stated that approximately six thousand years had passed from their appearance on the planet, but the level of machinery they could employ already was astonishing. Already they had sent their own kind into the void, if only temporarily and infinitely slower than she could travel, but that alone was amazing if nothing else.
Leaving her observation of this new species, the celestial wanderer set off toward another world that had caught her eye before she found the world of the “humans”. It had a motley assortment of races and a peculiar phenomenon that she truly wished to investigate; namely the number of portals that seemed to fling almost random individuals from other worlds to it.
As she neared the world, she began to notice similarities between it and the planet she had just left. The climate, for the most part, was similar, and how it was divided into regions based on land mass echoed the previous planet as well. Time had clearly passed on this world as well, but this did not matter to the wanderer. There was more that could be learned from a civilization more advanced than it was before.
As she neared the planet, however, she intuitively knew something was starting to go wrong. The world might as well have been standing still for how fast she could move, yet the place she had picked out to land was not where she was headed. In another disconcerting turn of events, her corporeal form was starting to manifest itself against her will. The formless spirit began to feel the cold of the upper atmosphere and the wind billowing around and through her as pale flesh slowly faded into view. In many ways, her physical form could be considered the “ideal” form for a human. Flawless skin lightly touched by the sun, skin impossibly soft and smooth. The fact that her appearance could be altered to fit the ideals of whatever race she wished to observe simply came with who she was.
A tower approached from the horizon, a spire higher than anything she had seen during her approach to the planet. Emerald eyes gazed at the impenetrable surface she was rapidly approaching, and only a last-minute command that willed her body out of sync with the physical realm saved her from becoming a blood-smear on the outside of the wall. Yes… she had blood now. She could feel the warmth of the mortal life-liquid flowing through her veins. When she opened her eyes, she was both surprised and scared, natural emotions to feel when you have just been torn away from where you were headed and almost killed. Yes… in this physical shell she could be killed.
Standing stark naked in front of six men and six women would have added embarrassment to the mix if she actually cared about it, but what shame was there in a physical body? From their stares, however, she wasn’t what they were expecting. It was only when she realized where the twelve were looking that her cheeks flushed. Closing her eyes for a moment, a flowing white dress with blue trim crisscrossing up the back and around her cuffs faded into view over her body. Their blank stares turned inquisitive. If there had been anywhere to run to, Sasha would have fled there as fast as she could, but she was surrounded. The twelve stepped closer. She screamed.
At least one generation must have passed in the “outside” world as Sasha was held captive somewhere in the labyrinth of corridors under the church. What struck the experimenters the most was a continuing experiment from the day of her “calling”. From that day, she had not aged even a single second while they grew older and older. They called her the “Immortal seed”, but for every secret they uncovered, more mysteries about her existence replaced what they found. She did not eat, did not sleep, and yet still managed to be perfectly healthy. Experiments that lasted through ten sunrises in a row were commonplace. Each day was hell.
It was only through sheer will and determination that she was able to find her way out of her prison, but she knew that eventually she would make her way out of her cell; she had an eternity to wait, after all, and the building would deteriorate before she ran out of time. She would have certainly been plagued with nightmares for the rest of her life had she been human or experienced dreams so terrible was her treatment. Finally able to return to her true form as a spirit, the barriers of walls and magical force fields were less than meaningless.
Through her captivity, she learned to count days as a mortal would. She learned just how long her patience would hold. She learned so much more than she thought she would, but at the same time, she had lost so much. No longer could she race light through the cosmos; she wasn’t even strong enough to leave the planet of her own volition. In essence, her prison had simply expanded from one cell to an entire world.
I am Sasha the Eternal. Sasha the Eternal Student. Sasha the Eternally Stranded. But this place is not that bad. I may have even come here to stay eventually.
Name: Sasha The Eternal
Alias: Sasha
Race: Appears human
Alignment: Neutral good, if anything
Apparent Age: Appears to be early twenties.
Gender: Female
Hair color: Silver
Eye color: Grey
Height: 5’-10”
Weight: 130 Lbs
Attitude/Personality: Sasha is more or less a loner. She has been around in one form or another for so long that she has gotten bored with most of the worlds she has visited. Slow to fight, or indeed do anything at all, she is often ridiculed by those eager to show off. The words, however, harm her little more than water harms a duck. Incredibly melancholic, she does know that action is inevitable some times. When those times come, she is as fiercely determined as any seasoned warrior.
Appearance: As a spirit, Sasha’s physical appearance is normally changeable on a whim. Unfortunately, due to meddling by magicians and researchers in St. Denebriel’s Cathedral, she has been “locked” into her most human-like form. Silken silver hair falls to her shoulder blades, framing a face that belongs on an early twenty-year-old. Full lips and an average nose draw little attention away from impossibly deep emerald eyes, a feature that has disconcerted more than one commoner. She is slightly tall for a woman, almost breaching the six foot barrier with a slightly thin figure.
Because she has no “true” physical form, other than what she is now stuck with, her choice of clothing is manifest as she materializes into the physical world. Her most common outfit is a silver dress that covers her curves modestly, neither over-accentuating nor smothering her body. A blue belt and royal blue trim work make the dress more refined without being too extravagant. <Image (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/tiger80272/silverhairprincess.jpg)>
Abilities:
Spirit Sense: Because she is a spirit herself, Sasha is able to sense the location of other spirits, including both those of the deceased and those of the living. She can sense a general location and direction, as well as the general personality traits (whether they are nice, mean, good, evil, and so forth.)
Spirit Shift: Sasha is able to shift her body and possessions (if any) into the spiritual realm, partially or completely, at will outside of battle. While in the spirit realm, she cannot interact with the mortal realm and is essentially perfectly invisible and intangible. In battle or in times of greater than normal stress, she can only shift twice for a couple seconds at a time before she gets “stuck” in the spiritual realm, unable to come into contact with the physical world for a full day. If she shifts in battle, she must reappear in the same location she vanished from.
Summon Armor: When there is no recourse but to fight, Sasha is able to call a limited suit of armor to her current physical form. The armor includes a breast and back-plate, pauldrons, a winged helm, gauntlets, and grieves; all are equivalent strength to steel. A broadsword also appears, with strength equivalent to steel. When the altercation is finished, the armor vanishes. Cannot be sold.
Swordsmanship: Even though she prefers to avoid battle, Sasha knows that she will inevitably have to fight on occasion. Her skill with the broad sword is above average when compared to the typical traveler, but it is simplistic due to a lack of use over a few eons.
History:
“For after all what is man in nature? A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing. A central point in between nothing and all and infinitely far from understanding either.”
The white-garbed creature pondered to herself as she drifted aimlessly through the vast expanse of the utterly featureless void. Time held no meaning; there was nothing at all to measure time by. No stars burned themselves to novas, no planets orbited suns, and no comets made regular trips around the cosmos. Indeed, it was truly a place of serene meditation and contemplation. But that was all well and fine until you ran out of things to think about.
I am Sasha, but what is Sasha? I am certainly no god or goddess, yet I have witnessed the birth of countless deities. I certainly am no demon, but I am not a celestial either.
It was during one of her self-reflective moments that something changed in the universe. Somewhere to what she might consider her right and a bit beneath her current plane of being, a star was born. There was no great buildup, no cosmic explosion, it just appeared. If a spirit could smile, she would have. It had been so long since the last star had winked out that she thought the greatest deities may have all lost interest in the universe. It also marked the start of a rather interesting phenomenon. It had happened… was it up to four times now? Yes, that sounded right. One of the great deities made his first star and, not to be outdone, a rival deity made another star and added something else to it. After that, stars were born at exponential rates until the entire universe was filled.
Sure enough, mere moments after the first star appeared, another one blinked into existence. This one was a binary white dwarf; the two burning spheres orbited each other at an impossibly high rate. The rest of the deities, each not willing to let another outdo them, quickly joined in the spree until the vast empty space Sasha had been floating in was alive once more with light. Now came the fun part. The worlds that orbited each sun took much longer than a single instant to appear. They were formed with care and a delicate touch, each god or goddess shaping one aspect of the world before handing it off to the next until the planet was completed. Time was easier to measure now, but it still meant little to the ageless spirit that floated across worlds and the void with equal benevolence. The stars progressed through the void as she traveled at a speed that was impossible to measure, doing nothing but observing the newest “round” of creations. Each race had a slightly different flavor to it from the last time, but there were still many similarities.
The elves, or whatever they called themselves this time, still outshone most other races with their senses just as the disfigured ogres could still uproot trees and use them as clubs. There was one race that she had never seen before, though. From one world to the next, any time she saw them, they were unmistakable. They called themselves “humans”. She called them trouble. The best equivalent she could find for them was akin to a virus. They expanded and multiplied, taking what they needed from the world and gave almost nothing in return.
Sheer curiosity saw her observing a full generation of humans, and in the single century she watched them, she realized why they acted as they did. The planet was populated entirely by this one race and a conglomeration of lesser creatures. They reproduced far faster than anything she had seen save goblins, but at the same time their life spans were a mere hundred revolutions around their star. Their calendar stated that approximately six thousand years had passed from their appearance on the planet, but the level of machinery they could employ already was astonishing. Already they had sent their own kind into the void, if only temporarily and infinitely slower than she could travel, but that alone was amazing if nothing else.
Leaving her observation of this new species, the celestial wanderer set off toward another world that had caught her eye before she found the world of the “humans”. It had a motley assortment of races and a peculiar phenomenon that she truly wished to investigate; namely the number of portals that seemed to fling almost random individuals from other worlds to it.
As she neared the world, she began to notice similarities between it and the planet she had just left. The climate, for the most part, was similar, and how it was divided into regions based on land mass echoed the previous planet as well. Time had clearly passed on this world as well, but this did not matter to the wanderer. There was more that could be learned from a civilization more advanced than it was before.
As she neared the planet, however, she intuitively knew something was starting to go wrong. The world might as well have been standing still for how fast she could move, yet the place she had picked out to land was not where she was headed. In another disconcerting turn of events, her corporeal form was starting to manifest itself against her will. The formless spirit began to feel the cold of the upper atmosphere and the wind billowing around and through her as pale flesh slowly faded into view. In many ways, her physical form could be considered the “ideal” form for a human. Flawless skin lightly touched by the sun, skin impossibly soft and smooth. The fact that her appearance could be altered to fit the ideals of whatever race she wished to observe simply came with who she was.
A tower approached from the horizon, a spire higher than anything she had seen during her approach to the planet. Emerald eyes gazed at the impenetrable surface she was rapidly approaching, and only a last-minute command that willed her body out of sync with the physical realm saved her from becoming a blood-smear on the outside of the wall. Yes… she had blood now. She could feel the warmth of the mortal life-liquid flowing through her veins. When she opened her eyes, she was both surprised and scared, natural emotions to feel when you have just been torn away from where you were headed and almost killed. Yes… in this physical shell she could be killed.
Standing stark naked in front of six men and six women would have added embarrassment to the mix if she actually cared about it, but what shame was there in a physical body? From their stares, however, she wasn’t what they were expecting. It was only when she realized where the twelve were looking that her cheeks flushed. Closing her eyes for a moment, a flowing white dress with blue trim crisscrossing up the back and around her cuffs faded into view over her body. Their blank stares turned inquisitive. If there had been anywhere to run to, Sasha would have fled there as fast as she could, but she was surrounded. The twelve stepped closer. She screamed.
At least one generation must have passed in the “outside” world as Sasha was held captive somewhere in the labyrinth of corridors under the church. What struck the experimenters the most was a continuing experiment from the day of her “calling”. From that day, she had not aged even a single second while they grew older and older. They called her the “Immortal seed”, but for every secret they uncovered, more mysteries about her existence replaced what they found. She did not eat, did not sleep, and yet still managed to be perfectly healthy. Experiments that lasted through ten sunrises in a row were commonplace. Each day was hell.
It was only through sheer will and determination that she was able to find her way out of her prison, but she knew that eventually she would make her way out of her cell; she had an eternity to wait, after all, and the building would deteriorate before she ran out of time. She would have certainly been plagued with nightmares for the rest of her life had she been human or experienced dreams so terrible was her treatment. Finally able to return to her true form as a spirit, the barriers of walls and magical force fields were less than meaningless.
Through her captivity, she learned to count days as a mortal would. She learned just how long her patience would hold. She learned so much more than she thought she would, but at the same time, she had lost so much. No longer could she race light through the cosmos; she wasn’t even strong enough to leave the planet of her own volition. In essence, her prison had simply expanded from one cell to an entire world.
I am Sasha the Eternal. Sasha the Eternal Student. Sasha the Eternally Stranded. But this place is not that bad. I may have even come here to stay eventually.