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Post by Insano-Man on Jul 7, 2019 2:41:56 GMT -5
ZAJA'NAZARI NES'ARA ALSAIYE
Aliases: Kasavi, Sundown
Affiliation: Independent, Wanderer
Species: Redworlder (Female)
Birthplace: Unknown
Birthdate: Unknown
Height: 6' (1.82m)
Weight: 150lb - 170lb (68kg - 77kg)
SUMMARY
A paradox if ever there was one. One of the most oblivious redworlders on the planet, yet one of the most gifted engineers ever to grace Set. A spacer with the build of a dirt-dweller, a friend of Loonies and lunatics. A nomad, traveller, and adventurer - who doesn't quite fit the bill for all three. An empty history, a wealth of secrets, and a cautious sense of optimism all smash together to confuse things even more. Zaja's not what you would call right, but she's got a motive. She's just not sure where it's taking her.
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Post by Insano-Man on Jul 7, 2019 2:47:56 GMT -5
APPEARANCE
Zaja'Nazari is a spacer with an identity crisis. For a redworlder, she's low and light at a terrestrial 6' even. A tight, late-twenties face sits under a full head of long, black hair and pencil-thin eyebrows. Seated under her brow are two blazing-white death rays - for the uninitiated, it's genuinely painful to look her in the eye. Her actual eye shade is lost to the glow. Smooth, milky-white skin forms up a slender, shapely body mostly free of scars. To say looks can kill is maybe a little too literal for this one.
[ ! LOCKED: Is there really a spacer under that suit? ]
As a spacer, fashion goes double for Nazari. Her first impression is usually with the coarse dress on top of her suit - if the mangled mess of fabric could call itself a dress. Wavy patterns of sky blue and big, bold lines of white cut across it, but that's about as coordinated as it gets. Everything is torn ends, stitching, and paper-thin layers, lashed down tight to her suit with a few salvaged scraps of cloth. It opens up into a thigh-length skirt at the bottom, so packed with pockets and pouches that it may as well be combat webbing. Only the generous hood poking up top is anything more than wrapped rags.
Underneath, Zaja's suit is about synonymous with her skin. It's a white sheath of plastics and polymers a size too tight - every curve, bulge, and fingernail showcased without mercy. A few extra layers in black pad it out around the joints. Small seams criss-cross everything for emergency access, notably along the back, shoulders, and sides. Years of damage, repairs, and modifications have turned the surface into a patchy, miscolored mess. In some places, it's really just patchwork - occasionally stained with splashes of faint crimson.
At her neck, a pitch-black undersuit takes over and carries on up to her head and helmet. Her helmet isn't much different; dark, slim, and curvy, with a tall visor from nose to forehead. On most days, the visor's set to half translucency in a dark shade of deep blue - a mercy that keeps the suns in her eyes in check. Two over-and-under filters lock together on a detachable frame over her mouth. A tight, black, bullet-resistant hood usually keeps her back-mounted support cables out of view. Nine times out of ten, it's stuffed underneath her dress's hood.
What best defines Zaja's suit are the thin lines of silvery metal running along the outer edges of her arms. Each piece is a component of a complex gravity manipulator array. Laser-deflecting shields, high-precision manufacturing, molecular disassembly - if there's something Nazari can't do with her hands, her gloves can handle it just fine. Extra gravity studs dot her figure from shoulders to ankles. Two flat, central modules shadow her shoulderblades on her back. With enough extra voltage, Zaja could carve her way into a tank just by shaking her fist at it.
Nazari's weapon set is modest, to say the least. She carries two knives, both of which may as well be showpieces. A grenade usually hides somewhere on her person - and doesn't ever leave. The one part of her arsenal that ever sees stage time is her sidearm. Kept in a thigh holster is the most miserable machine pistol ever to stalk the Erf. It's a rusty, rustic, mottled mess of metal, with a wire stock permanently locked over its top and barrel. Real, dead wood covers up a long grip never meant for a redworlder's palm. A curved magazine hangs out ahead of a bulbous trigger guard, dangerously overstuffed with dozens of tiny caseless rounds. For Zaja's wiry frame, it's handy and portable - and undeniably ugly.
Electronics are Nazari's game. Holograms are how she plays it. Her suit's coated in concealed motion capture devices and hologram emitters. In good company, she'll work her magic with ethereal interfaces in golds, teals, and purples. Ask her nicely, she'll toss you a touchscreen that'll stay glued and focused even in a raging hurricane. When her life's on the line, it all disappears - nothing but hand-waves and finger-thrusts. When she's feeling smarmy, she can tag people with holographic bullseyes or fuzzy blindfolds. The kind of processing power that's lying behind it all is enough to make an AI blush.
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Post by Insano-Man on Jul 7, 2019 2:48:26 GMT -5
BEHAVIOR
Zaja is the classic redworlder, layered over a few times with a worldly kind of skepticism. Around close friends, she's talkative, snarky, and sincere. Around anyone else, she's distant and formal, balanced out with an aura of careful modesty. Put to a common goal, she's ready to drop any sense of self for people she's only ever met once. A level head, a clever mind, and a sneaky sense of justice all finish off the checklist on a well-rounded spacer. There's just that lurking sociopathic streak you've got to get past.
[ ! LOCKED: What are Zaja's combat skills? ]
[ ! LOCKED: What else is she good at? ]
Nazari's voice is a gentle drone with a light Qashanish accent. While her usual company obliges her towards human-speak, her native tongue is a rare relic; Old Qashanish. Given the chance, it's her language of choice. A general understanding of most human tongues and flawless fluency in English keep her versatile in conversation. Odd spins on spacer customs cast her as an outlier. A datedly-optimistic outlook on species adds to the impression of a girl a few centuries behind the times. A plethora of secrets paints her as the suspicious sort - and it's not something she's happy to admit.
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Post by Insano-Man on Jul 7, 2019 2:49:06 GMT -5
GOALS- First and foremost, Zaja's looking for Loonies. She's hoping to gain access to a communications network in a bunker, and not with blood on the headset. Her goal's as concerning as it is confusing; she's looking for Madness Command Post, the old, dead capital of the Pioneer Network. She's not saying much about why.
- [ ! LOCKED: There is a deep trouble in this woman's heart. ]
- [ ! LOCKED: Something's missing. ]
- Not one soul on the planet would be surprised to hear that a spacer's trying to get back into orbit. Zaja's comfortable enough planetside, but it's not hard to tell her skin's crawling under that helmet. Part of it's to get a better view of the planet. Part of it is to figure out where her species is hiding. The rest is just sightseeing.
- Plenty of people will say they want the Cult of Meat gone. Not many people have the gumption to live up to it. Zaja's one of those people. Point her to a convent and slap a rifle in her hand, things are going to get loud. She's got the tactical sense not to hit up a stronghold by herself, but she's keen on thinning the meat.
- In lieu of all else, Nazari is dedicated to the survival and success of the people close to her. She's not terribly bothered about how that happens. If it means she's got to get her hands dirty in mercenary work, she'll do it. If she's got to strangle a few crabs with her dress, she'll do it. Spreading meat and murdering babies, not so much, but she's ready to get into a bit of right-minded wetwork if it puts food on her friends' tables.
- [ ! LOCKED: This girl's antsy about something. ]
- [ ! LOCKED: Everyone's got to have a breather. ]
- [ ! LOCKED: That special spark, far in the back row. ]
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Post by Insano-Man on Jul 7, 2019 2:51:02 GMT -5
RELATIONSHIPS- [ ! LOCKED: What is Zaja's family like? ]
- On principle, the Loonies would hate Zaja, but only one will fess up to meeting her. Funnily enough, her trend's been positive. Given her intent to knock on every bunker door she can find, it's not going to stay that way. Given her adamant stance that she's on good terms with them, it's not going to end well. All that pricey hardware in her suit's just going to make it hurt even more.
- It'd seem an obvious conclusion that Nazari would be a runaway Space Looney, but that's not the case. She's never met them. She genuinely thinks they're the same as their terrestrial cousins. Crazy coincidences and naivety don't much change how the Space Loonies feel. She's got goods she's not supposed to have. She's already flagged as a "person of interest" for a few fleets. Odds are that it's not going to end well.
- Zaja caused a bit of a stir for the Cult of Meat, but no one's saying why. Ask about her, they'll shy away and start throwing curse signs at you. Speak with the bigwigs - the pastors, the preachers, the abbots - they'll tell you it's "being taken care of." Something's wrong with this case. Nazari refuses to believe that they're actually called the Cult of Meat, but that's as far from the norm as she'll get. She hates them.
- Species bias is intensely strange for Zaja. Humans and redworlders get the same, honest courtesy from her, but there's always that tiniest bit of bias towards her own kind. Whiteworlders get an honest pity out of her. Where it gets strange is everyone else. She's never heard of them. Sorassan, unionites, even her species' favorite villains the paleworlders - pick a name, she'll end it with a question mark. She's even on the fence about the word "redworlder".
- [ ! LOCKED: The last place you look. ]
- [ ! LOCKED: No, please, not him. Not him. ]
- [ ! LOCKED: The likely suspect. ]
- [ ! LOCKED: How does she feel about Jimmy? ]
- [ ! LOCKED: How does she feel about Adrian Henderson? ]
- [ ! LOCKED: How does she feel about Sylvester Duniziar? ]
- [ ! LOCKED: How does she feel about Outlander? ]
- [ ! LOCKED: How does she feel about Ves'Narun? ]
- [ ! LOCKED: LET THE GRACE OF THE CHAMPIONS BLAZE OVER YOU. ]
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Post by Insano-Man on Jul 7, 2019 2:51:14 GMT -5
HISTORY
Zaja'Nazari is a girl who's been through a lot. She's just not going to tell you what it all was. Her past is a long series of secrets and mysteries she's not ready to share with the world. It's something that hurts her deep inside - especially when she has to start telling friends to stop asking. Only a few close confidants know the real story - and they're not telling. Combined with the fact that only a handful of people know Zaja exists, there's not much to be said of her.
What little's gone to record is mostly written down in Looney and Space Looney documents. Zaja was supposedly involved in Cloneston, supposedly at Jimmy's behest, and supposedly escaped the city through the wasteland. A few villages out in the scums can back it up with testimony on seeing a redworlder passing through - even if most of them pegged her for a mutant. She escaped out east with an armored van and a handful of accomplices. The first confirmed sighting of her was out near the only Looney bunker that seemed logical; Precinct Zero, deep in the Pig Pen.
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