(https://i.imgur.com/DIQ7Po4.png)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Statistics and Numbers</div><div class="spoiler_body">My name is <strong>Kala Olin</strong>.  I am a <strong>Graceful Glaive</strong> who <strong>Controls Gravity</strong>!<br/><br/><strong>Might:</strong> 12 | 1<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 14 | 2 <br/><strong>Intellect:</strong> 10 | 0<br/><strong>Effort:</strong> 1<br/><strong>Armor:</strong> 0<br/><strong>Cyphers:</strong> 3 max<br/><strong>Weapons:</strong> Can use any without penalty<br/><strong>Skills:</strong> Swimming (Trained), all Speed defense tasks (Trained), Balancing (Trained), Careful Movement (Trained), Physical Performing Arts (Trained)<br/><br/><strong>Agile:</strong> I gain +2 to my Speed pool.<br/><br/><strong>Combat Prowess (Melee):</strong>  Add +1 damage to melee attacks.  Enabler.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Focus Abilities:</span></strong><br/><br/><strong>Weighty (1 Intellect):</strong> Can take in place of an ability granted by your Type.  Briefly increase the weight of a target within short range to stop them in their tracks.  This prevents the target from moving, and hinders any attempted tasks on their next turn.  Action.<br/><br/><strong>Hover (1 Intellect):</strong>  Float slowly into the air.  Spend an action to remain still in the air or move a short distance.  Lasts for up to ten minutes.<br/><br/><strong>Lessening Gravity's Pull:</strong> Enabler. Manipulate gravity's pull on yourself to gain +1 to your Speed Edge. <br/><br/><strong>Tier 3: Define Down (4 Intellect):</strong> Change the direction of gravity within a short distance across that you are in to any direction you please for a few seconds.  Gravity will snap back afterwards, tossing affected targets up to 20 feet and dealing a few points of damage.  Action.<br/><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Fighting Moves:</span></strong><br/><br/><strong><em>Tier 1</em></strong><br/><strong>Misdirect (3 Speed):</strong>  Redirect an opponent's missed attack towards another enemy in immediate range.  Make an unmodified attack roll against the new target.  If it hits, the target takes damage from the enemy's attack.  Enabler.  Can apply Effort for accuracy.<br/><br/><em>Second fighting move exchanged for Tier 1 Gravity ability, Weighty.</em><br/><br/><strong><em>Tier 2:</em></strong><br/><br/><strong>Skill With Attacks:</strong>  I am trained in Light Bladed and Medium Bashing attacks.  <br/><br/><strong>Skill With Defense:</strong>  I am trained in Might Defense Actions.<br/><br/><strong><em>Tier 3:</em></strong><br/><br/><strong>No Need for Weapons  (Tier 1 fighting move, taken in place of tier 3 fighting move):</strong>  My fists count as medium weapons<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong><em>Equipment:</em></strong><br/><br/><em>Razor Ring (Light slashing weapon, eases attack)</em><br/><em>Crossbow (Medium Ranged weapon)</em><br/><em>12 medium bolts</em><br/><em>Pen-sized <strong>oddity</strong>, tells the weight of whatever it is pointed at (within short range).  Weight is displayed in runes only decipherable by me.  (Focus equipment)</em><br/><em>Leather jerkin (light armor)</em><br/><em>Explorer's pack</em><br/><em>Level 8 Instant shelter</em><br/><em>Poison (Emotion)</em><br/><em>Feathered hat that occasionally makes bird noises</em><br/><em>Ecledda clothing (Worn)</em><br/><em>First aid kit</em><br/><em>Bedroll</em><br/><em>Backpack</em><br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lore</div><div class="spoiler_body">  We used to live in Kaparin, all of us.  We were happy there.  Peaceful, quiet, with the smell of the salty air and the most <em>beautiful</em> view of the ocean.  Sure, you couldn't call it "perfect", but it was close enough.  It was enough for <em>me.</em>  Ryiah and I would practice combat with each other often once I was old enough to fight, but she'd still win every time.  I'd always blame it on how tall she was and pout afterwards, and she'd just laugh it up.  She just kept getting stronger and stronger, and I followed her as far as I could.  I was just so eager to learn all I could from her.  We all knew she was going to do something great, and I wanted to be the same way.  <br/><br/>So it wasn't really a surprise when she wound up with the Order of Truth, I guess.  She was powerful enough to defend their ideals, and intelligent enough to make sense of the numenera.  She left us behind in Kaparin, and I redoubled my efforts, determined to prove myself just as she had.  I not only practiced my stances, defense, and attacks, but studied others.  I researched armors and what defensive numenera I could find at the RFM.  I beheld the weapons I saw on the hips of the Redfleets, and studied their motions.  I trained, and I trained some more.  I broke away from Ryiah's style to make my own, one that emphasized weapons as a light extension of my own body.  There was no need for clumsy blades, when a razor ring would work just as well, and allow me more freedom to boot.  All the while, she became trusted, moved up in the ranks.<br/><br/>Because of Ryiah, things changed.  People <em>recognized</em> us.  Strangers on the street knew who we <em>were</em>, who came from our family!  And because I came from the same stock, they recognized me for all my practice and strength.  A Glaive, they called me!  They gave me jobs, opportunities to prove myself, and I succeeded!  The years were good to us, and to me in particular.  Only then, the whispers started.  They told me that Ryiah, my dearest sister Ryiah, was a traitor, a <em>heretic</em>.  All around, people recounted what they'd heard, and how she'd stolen so many numenera from the Order.  Even worse, she'd become a murderer, wounding or killing anyone that got in the way of her escape.  It was impossible, and yet the fervor with which these rumors were repeated  put doubt into my soul.  They were true, then...  <br/><br/>Once again, because of Ryiah, things changed.  People recognized us.  Strangers on the street knew who we were, knew we were the family from whence the traitor came from.  And because I came from the same stock, they recognized me for all the danger and risk I presented by existing.  A traitor-to-be, they called me.  My jobs and opportunities shriveled up, and I no longer had any way to fight back, to disprove what they thought of me.  It didn't take long for the Order to come.  Mother hid me, and lied to them.  She told them I'd been killed by Ryiah.  Seeing the looks on their faces, I doubt the Order believed what my mother claimed, but they didn't care to look for me that day.  They took Mother and Father from me, back to their base.  That's when the rumors began again.  Some claimed that my mother was put in stocks for public use.  Others claimed they were being interrogated and starved.  Still more said they were being tortured to the brink.<br/><br/>What was left to do for me?  Hide my name to protect my own life, use my training for paltry dancing and entertainment, travel far from my home and gather rumors?  If any knew who I was, the Order would be upon me in a heartbeat.  Even if they did know, nobody would trust me to complete a job, not after my heretic sister made her move.  So I hide my thoughts behind an empty smile, a mask of calm.  I become nobody.  <br/><br/>And yet, someone approaches me late in the night, hidden by cloak and shadows both, and offers me a job, even knowing who I am...</div></div><br/><br/><strong>Character Connection:</strong><em>Pick one other PC. In the recent past, while using your gravitational powers, you accidentally sent that character hurtling into the air or plummeting toward the ground. Either way, they barely survived. It is up to the player of that character to decide whether they resent, fear, or forgive you.</em><strong>Echo</strong>