<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: consolas;">Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington</span></span></div><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/Vedaa_Arsenal_5.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Vedaa_Arsenal_2.png)</div><br/><strong>Nicknames:</strong>Tiggy, ARSEnal, Gone<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Build:</strong>5 ft 8 in / 135 lbs<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Coppery blonde<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Sable brown, though a luminous blue under power activation<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Earth<br/><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Experimental, for now<br/><br/><strong>Face Claim:</strong>Marisha Ray<br/><br/><strong>Role:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Designation:</strong>Luminary<br/><strong>Superpowers:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Hyper Intelligence</strong> - Alien Genetic Memory provides her with greater understanding and reliable experience that she can access for processing new situations and needs. This provides her an extensive understanding of mechanics, physics,and design.</li><li><strong>Metal Manipulation</strong> - another gift from her mother, Tiggy can detect metals within a mile, or a hundred feet below the surface. Along with this detection she is able to manipulate it in a ferrokinetic fashion up to several hundred pounds at a time. This ability is not limited to individual pieces but to weight limits for now. The engine of a civic, or ten thousand nuts and bolts, the lifting and maneuverability is the same. Though currently only able to maneuver six individual thought processes, or two separate routines at this time.</li></ul><br/><strong>Personality:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Obsessive</strong> - A place for everything, and EVERYTHING in its place, She likes her rituals, same pattern every time she enters the shop, raise the lights, review the tools (in their place of course, or soon to be), review today’s project, lift the racks to sweep. Tend to her blueprints ‘shrine’, and begin the days work.</li><li><strong>Fustillarian</strong> - Always willing to correct when someone is wrong, even to the slightest degree. Know-It-All</li><li><strong>Physical</strong> - Why say something when actions not only say it but get it done.</li><li><strong>Questioning</strong> - Always asking, “Why?” The reason behind the action, phenomena, or circumstance is key.</li><li><strong>Uninhibited</strong> - Bashful behavior and fear of silly things like public exposure or embarrassment are not reasonable.</li></ul><br/><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Vedaa_Arsenal_4.png) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/af/Vedaa_Arsenal_3.png)</div><br/><strong>Backstory:</strong>Dad was Navy, so was Mom, though she was with the Trans-Galactic Fleet. She was a Science nerd according to dad, and needed a distraction one day. He fit the bill. They tried to stay in touch, but something about long-distance rates out of planetary system. Dad was a kidder. After the Navy, dad went to work for OSHA, teaching safety coordinators how to keep their crews safe. Which meant we moved, a lot. Every three to six months, a new home, new school, new bullies. I learned that numbers, books, and running were my friends. I was deemed a nerd, but didn’t have the poor hygiene, thick glasses or awkward social stigma to be a geek. The teachers who graded on the curve took pity on me and removed my scores before checking, eventually.<br/><br/>I was a senior by fourteen, and by eighteen held a Masters in Mechanical Engineering, I minored in Creative Writing. I was insulted by a teacher who trying to compliment me, said I was as technical as car radio instructions. I was told by my instructor that I needed experience, my word choices, setting, and character development were spot on, but there was only second hand sensation.<br/><br/>Then the world broke and to shelter myself I wrapped myself in the steel girders of the graduation ceremony pavilion. When I had dug and stressed the girders free of me, I found the landscape had changed, I could now feel and manipulate the metals about me. Not like that again, but often breakthroughs are violent things. Far outreaching their commonplace response. I would grow, I would get there. I would help stop this.<br/><br/>I was shunned as one of those who would sacrifice all to accomplish the goal. Wasn’t that the point. I couldn’t understand their hate. We did it. An all or nothing fight, and we did it. I don’t even remember it clearly, but my reputation reached an all time high when the hallucinations started. I took command of a few who had not succumbed and we cleared the area, all who were hallucinating, put down or incapacitated. High casualties that day, even one of mine who lost it after we began.<br/><br/><strong>Participant in the Eclipse:</strong>Yes, I helped stop this.<br/><br/><strong>After the Eclipse:</strong>I need interaction, life experiences to understand my reputation. No one ever looked out for me, I did what I did to make sure as many survived as I could ensure. Risked as few as possible and cut the losses when necessary. Yet, heartless is what I was called, even by the few who followed me, one with a smile on his face. Mathers, he was tried for high crimes afterwards, I was reviewed, and it was decided that if I would drop the name Gone, I would be released, as my actions though critical were not necessarily the wrong ones, just not the compassionate ones. I never accepted the monicker and held no love of it, so dropped it as any other title. Commander, Gone, Bitch. They swept me under the rug. No war hero here. Ok, here was here. That was enough. Then she heard of a place where those without a place belonged. She started for the Cathedral.<br/><br/>Her reputation preceded her, the Knives of Artemis recruited her, and she was useful. Coldly working her way through activity to activity. They didn’t seem interested in innovation, only control through providing a frowned upon service. Then someone came, heading to The Cathedral, reminding me of where I should be going as well. I was seeking new experiences, not just a means to exercise my old ways. Four dead ‘Knives’ and a collapsed ravine wall, and I walked away.<br/><br/><strong>Character Ons:</strong>Available, Interested, Something New, Discovery.<br/><strong>Character Offs:</strong>Bad Timing, Wishy-Washy, toilet, blood, waste.<br/><br/><strong>Desired Plots &amp; Connections:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Education in humanity, burned out long before it had a chance to be nurtured</li><li>True relationships, friendship more than sex.</li><li>Dealing with her past and overcoming her reputation.</li></ul>