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Character Introduction (Supernova Initiative) - Gabi Ophyria

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☆ ・・About/General Info ・・☆

The adoptive daughter of a retired assassin - Pyerce Ophyria, who was one of the most feared, powerful and respected killers-for-hire in the galaxies, whose reputation precedes him though he has chosen to lead a peaceful life - Gabi was adopted by him when she was just a child, after the mysterious death of her family, and was the reason he quit his murderous path. Now a young woman, Gabi's fiery spirit combined with her upbringing make her a force to be reckoned with. Growing up in the isolated and bountiful, though crime-ridden, dwarf planet of Stryxus, Gabi wanted nothing more than to join the intergalatic fray and stand against the Junction's invasion of the Khosmonian galaxies - and she gets precisely that chance when a scrappy crew of space outlaws comes to the planet looking for aid. But as she sets out in this new adventure, while also striving to follow in her adoptive father's footsteps, secrets about her murky past start to be unravel, uncovering her true origins - and the lies told to keep her safe.

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☆・・More Info ・・☆

Pronouns - She/Her Age - Around 19 years old Appearance - Gabi has long dark, hazel brown hair which she often dyes with streaks of bright red or pink, and ties into a quick ponytail. She usually prefers darker clothes, either in shades of black, grey and red, and much like her adoptive father, Pyerce Ophyria, she usually opts of practicality over all else when it comes to clothes, while also having a rather stylish flare. She has bright greenish grey eyes, and tan white skin. Her knuckles are usually bruised, as she loves a good scuffle or two, and her preferred fabrics are cotton, black leather, flannel and kevlar. She always carries weapons - to the point that the amount is sometimes cartoonishly more than actually necessary - and always has a sharp, feral smile that indicates she's ready to cause mayhem and kick some bad guys to the curb.

Personality Types:

✶ Enneagram: 8w7

✶ MBTI: ESTJ

Occupation: Aspiring mercenary/assassin (like her adoptive father before her), active freedom fighter and a general pain in the ass to any corrupt authority figure. Species & Place of Birth: Human, Athaeth - place of birth (twin, but more powerful, planet to Acaeth), Stryxus - where she grew up (dwarf planet) Sexuality - Lesbian

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☆・・Extras・・☆

✶ Character Playlist

One Woman Army - Porcelain Black

Do It Like A Dude - Jessie J

Mockingbird - Female Cover By Enisa

Good Luck, Babe! - Chappell Roan

Let The World Burn - Female Cover By Reinaeiry

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett

And more!!!

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✶ Tags:

#wip supernova initiative #oc: gabi ophyria

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"What are you doing out here?" Cassiopeia stood by the metal staircase leading to the glass-domed hangar of the ship, at the center of which Meridian was sitting, staring through it at the starry cosmos above and around them in wonder.

The robot replied, dejected, but not tearing their eyes away from the sight before them, "Couldn't sleep."

Cassie began walking down the stairs, her fluffy slippers squeaking on the smooth floor, and cocked an eyebrow at the robot's peculiar answer, "... Do sentient robots sleep?" She asked, hesitantly, as if afraid to come across as rude or ignorant, "I didn't know that."

Meridian hummed, a whirring, metallic sound that somewhat sounded like a kitten's purr, "Not really. A robot can turn itself - uh" The robot stopped himself at the slip up, looking at their hands for a moment, shaking their head, before correcting the mistake "-themself off like a computer or a machine. But its not really like human sleeping. Lately I've been trying because, maybe, with some practice, I can learn to sleep the human way. I'd like that."

From where she was standing, coming ever closer to her friend, she noticed the robot's sheepish, slightly hopeless smile as they declared the forlorn, guileless plan they intended to put into practice. The sheer sadness of what this meant took her off guard, so much so that, for a moment, Cassie didn't know what to say.

She sat down beside them, shaking her mind back to the present and gave them a kind smile in return, "Well... trying is a good start!" The girl began, looking up at the stars as well as she wrung her hands anxiously. A thought crossed her mind, and she voiced it out loud, "Hm. Maybe I could research some ways to rewire your systems, safely, so we can figure out together a way to help you do human stuff like sleeping." She chewed on her lip, "If you'd like my help."

At that, Meridian gasped, finally looking at her, eyes practically glowing with happiness, "Oh. For real? You... you really think it could work?" Their voice, albeit synthetic and mechanic, was filled with the most hope and wonder she'd ever heard in her life.

She couldn't help but feel the same as she answered, "Well, only one way to find out!" The young inventor said with a bright, optimistic smile. If she was being completely honest, she didn't actually know if it could be done - but she was certainly going to try.

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I’ve been thinking about this for a while…

I was watching “THE TOYS THAT MADE US: Star Wars,” episode for the 19th time— and I got hit with a stupid idea for a title for a story, Toy Marker’s Sky.

And the idea kept. Growing…

Flash back to earlier that day— I was binge watching Kingdom Hearts cutscenes, videos about its lore, and looked at fan art.

Truly a rabbit hole that exists. But I wasn’t bored, in fact, enlightened. I don’t know how or what knowledge I’ve gained, but I gained it!

Flash back even further— the night before, I was reading Humans are Space Orcs fanfics.

All these forms of media pulled a mitosis on me, connecting and lighting my brain strings together, all in order to fit this new title and create a story.

And boy— did a story happen…

Premise:

In modern day, Sora is a toy makers apprentice under Geppetto from Pinocchio (the older movie). Geppetto owns a small shop in a simple town. He is the only toy maker who still uses wood— yet, his toys are the most complex, durable, and lively out of everything on the market.

Sora lives with Geppetto— and has been for years, because he has no parents. Geppetto took him in like the god he is. Infatuated by the man’s work, Sora asked to learn how to make toys, and the two’s bond was forged. They live with Figaro the cat and Cleo the fish, life is good. Yet, once in a while, Sora catches a flash of loneliness in the old man’s eyes

Sora makes friends with a punk looking kid with a smart mouth named Riku, and a bright pink kid with an overly enthusiastic personality named Kairi. Kairi’s father works for NASA and she dreams to be an astronaut. While Riku wants to find his purpose in life. Sora just wants to make people happy and create toys, like his mentor.

Sora wasn’t great a woodworking at first, but years of practice, determination, and love for the art has him almost considered a pro (if he isn’t already).

Kairi works her butt off and signs up for the space program. While Riku learns martial arts and other forms of training. The three chat weekly about life and cartoons, despite living different and busy lives.

One day, NASA gets attacked by a mysterious force, abducting scientists and students in the program— all on live television due to a scheduled launch. Perfect timing!

At the same time, Geppetto vanishes along with the fish and cat. Sora can’t get ahold of anybody, shit is hitting the fan! Then, someone breaks into the shop. More aliens have come to visit, but why?

This is all just a word dump, but I would like to make this into a fic. This is all just word vomit. :P

Edit: I wrote this at 12:00 am. Sorry if the grammar sucks.

An alien desires to 'court' another alien, of the race called humans. The human is desirable in every way: talented in multiple skills, professional and domestic, with soft, squishy flesh and an eagerness to learn - the alien could go on and on, but people complain when the alien talks about their 'crush', as other humans call it

The problem is, the alien's species relies on scents and pheromones for communication. Their first meeting with the human was during a crisis, and their natural scent was strong, sweat mixing with that fabled human instinct to survive with all members of their extended pack alive, too. No other human smelled quite like this one. It sent the alien's hearts a-flutter, and shivers through their many wings.

But now? The human smells different, and not in a normal human way. One week, citrus and palm fruits from the black jungles of the planet Cerib. Another week, exotic vanilla from their origin planet, with something warm and spicy the alien can't place. Lavender and honey from Blackcurrant bees. Something juicy like apples. Something this, something that, and they're all beautiful scents - but it's not the human's scent, and they can't really smell their emotions through it. Frustrating.

One day, the alien sulks, watching their desired one rush past, tablet in hand. They smell like sweetened coffee and chocolate - the latter a romantic treat to humans, and a reminder of how far they are from that romance to the alien. The human next to them breathes in the scent, and smiles.

"Man, (name's) got some great perfume on today," they say.

The alien lifts their head. "Perfume?"

A little research later, and things suddenly make sense. They'd heard about perfume before, the human wasn't the only one to wear scents, but they'd been so lovelorn they hadn't used their brain. But that wasn't important. What mattered was that humans used perfume and similar products to draw in desired partners.

Two can play at that game.

Three days later, the alien walks in to their normal location. To their surprise, the human their hearts are set on rushes towards them, calling their name.

"I'm so sorry!" They apologize. They aren't wearing any scents today. "I didn't realize my perfume might be messing with your senses. I've switched it out with another type that you'll find easier to deal with. I was just trying to..."

They trail off. The alien waits, hopeful. A new scent spikes from the human.

"Is that... Cinnamon?"

"With a little bit of Ophelion flower, and Soljoiner lemon," the alien says, smiling like the humans do. "I got inspired by your choices."

A hesitation. "Do you like it?"

The human breathes in deep. From them, now the alien can sense what they've wanted. Interest.

"You smell amazing," the human says. The glow in their eyes as they look at the alien, well, the alien adds that to their list of all the reasons they want the human as a partner.

"Are you sure you know what you're getting into?" Another alien says later, at the communal garden. "Humans are hardcore."

The alien looks across the way to the human of their hearts. They are smiling, they smell a bit like the alien now, from their hug.

"For that one? It's worth it."

While the world has its beauties, it also has its monstrosities.

Iterators are faults, created by unstable conditions, and exist in the form of creatures who physically, by all means, are impossible. Their shapes vary, but they often are mesmerising in nature, with three reoccurring ‘types’ of them displayed above.

These faults have tendencies to create ‘realms’, territories that they establish in random areas that they find suitable. The primary issue with these realms, however, is that from the outside looking in, there is nearly no sign that something is off - at least to the untrained eye. This means that a person that can secrecy them in the first place can stumble into one of these realms and interact with the iterator, bringing out their fatality.

It’s a debate whether or not iterators intend to kill, but no matter the intention, upon entering a realm and interacting with an iterator, your body begins to break down over the course of three hours. It’s theorised their energy produces a certain signal that triggers this effect. Strangely enough, the brain is always the one that dissolves last, leaving the victim looking more akin to a puddle of biomass than a person.

However, like everything else, they too can die. An anti-matter gun will destroy them and their realm…just make sure you’re quite a ways back. It’s pretty, but deadly.

"MINUET" IS OUT

✧ Read MINUET here!

A google doc spanning 13 pages (including a glossary)! A collaborative effort between me, @svnkssr, and those who've proof read. If you find errors, or otherwise have questions, don't be afraid to submit asks to either of us. Enjoy!

"MINUET" IS OUT

✧ Read MINUET here!

A google dog spanning 13 pages (including a glossary)! A collaborative effort between me, @svnkssr, and those who've proof read. If you find errors, or otherwise have questions, don't be afraid to submit asks to either of us.

Enjoy!