Re: Tacheonomicon
Name: Vanessa Ricardi Tresco
Age: 29 and holding, thank you very much.
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Hair: Raven black
Eyes: Azure seas with aurous sparks
Weight: 138lbs., 4oz.
Height: 5'9"
Weapon: Nothing (and everything) [psychokinesis]
Strengths: Vanessa can fire any weapon with dead accuracy, thanks to years of living in a military outfit only a few hundred miles away from where her hometown used to be. Thanks to the very same outfit, she also has survival skills and can live off of very few supplies for several weeks. However, she is still a lady, and as such has that certain something that manages to entrance and enthrall members of the opposite sex (or some of the same sex, of course)to see and do things her way. Her quick wit allows her to escape unharmed from any situation she manages to get herself into. Her telekinetic abilities let her move and object with her mind that she could lift with her body, and swing said objects with massive force. She's a polyglot, speaking languages such as English, Russian, Esperanto, Klingon, Hebrew, German, Latin, Spanish, Pig Latin and binary. She can hold her liquor.
Weakness: Vanessa has nothing terribly special about her. she may be drop-dead gorgeous, but she's still completely human. She makes mistakes often, miscalculating her actions, saying terribly stupid things, and overthinking her actions-- acting almost as an afterthought. Personality aside, she was also born with a slight defect: Her legs will cramp up to the point of immobility after even a minute of constant running, and she cannot lift anything much heavier than a box of records (about 150lb.). She is also terribly afraid of heights, fire, and drowning. Vanessa's telekinetic abilities are limited. She can only lift objects with her mind that she could lift with her own arms, which isn't much seeing as she has a moderately fragile frame. She can only move things, as well. She cannot make objects incinerate, she cannot cause things to explode spontaneously, and she can't move anything more than twenty five feet away from her.
Appearance: Heads turn when Vanessa Ricardi Tresco walks into a room. Whether she's wearing the simple corset and chemise of her hometown, the ballroom gowns (acquired illegally) that give her so much attention at social events, or the cerulean traveler's cloak that makes her eyes stand out like galaxies of water in nigh-impenetrable darkness, there is no denying the fact that she's impossibly beautiful. Many men have died to protect her, thinking her to be some princess or other royalty (which she most definitely is not), and some have wasted their entire lives composing shallow poetry, trying to describe what they cannot attain. Her slender figure is accented by her full hips, breasts, and buttocks. She walks with dignity, and speaks with utmost propriety. Her chin is small and angular, and compliments her slender face nicely. Her flushed cheeks have tiny dimples when she smiles, and her eyebrows are so fine they could've been drawn with a pen-- but they're not, of course.
Personality: Never worry. That's Vanessa's motto. Whenever possible, she is calm, cool, and collected. If she makes a mistake, she tries to act as casual as possible, even going so far as to deny it ever happened. However, she does love to flirt, and sometimes she lets it get the best of her. She hates to fall in love, but sometimes she can't help it. She's ruthless and determined, and doesn't let many things get in her way... but handles obstacles while keeping her eye on the prize. She believes that the end justifies the means, but still has a strong value for human life and feels that she is a moral person.
Biography: The attack began at dawn. Vanessa awoke instantly at the sound of trebuchet hinges churning, and was already hiding under her father's heavy wooden desk by the time the first ball of Greek Fire made contact with her neighbor's house. The screaming started soon thereafter. The hordes of savages, driven insane by some unknown compound in the drinking water and almost completely reset in terms of technology, had always left her hometown well alone before... but for some reason, on this fateful day, they decided to go on a rampage. When the screams had all but faded, Vanessa peered out from under the desk to see her father and mother being brutalized by three thuggish men. As she watched in horror, one of them turned and saw her. Hastily, she scrambled for the desk again, but she wasn't fast enough. She felt the man's firm grasp on the back of her tunic, but then it went limp. She turned to see that the arm had been cloven off by the gleaming blade of a katana. A man with black hair and a scar over his right eye extended his own hand toward her, and she took it. When she arose, he smiled gently and walked off to protect the others. She had never seen him before, and he didn't stay after that morning.
That was the earliest memory Vanessa has, and even then there are several years after that event that she can't remember, no matter how deep into her own mind she delves. She was seven years old at the time.
After that gap she can't remember, she spent several years living with the Tiberius Global Defensive Forces, training with them. She eventually got used to the looks she would get from everyone (being a girl in a man's world and all that prejudiced jazz), and managed to earn herself the title of 'survivalist'. The training was grueling, working off of only four hours of sleep a night. Every morning, they would run five miles to a resupply depot, pick up food and armaments, and run back to camp. She was trained in martial combat (none of the training stuck, though), marksmanship, survival techniques, and how to eat dehydrated meals without throwing up She received top marks in everything she attempted.. She departed, being no longer interested in such petty training, and the outpost's commander looked disappointed to see her go.
She started to travel as far as she could, visiting many planets in many galaxies. The vastness of it all captivated her, but at the same time it sickened her in a way; by her logic, that many planets means tenfold that many jihads, genocides, wars, all countless other smaller injustices. She decided that she would take matters into her own hands, ridding this plane once and for all of those who would do harm.
It was after she had made her choice that she became entangled with the likes of Tacheon and Vylanos.
When she stumbled upon Tacheon upon returning to Tiberius, she realized that she had found who she was looking for all along: The man with the scar on his eye. The kind stranger who had saved her as a child, and then left without a word. After Vanessa began to beg for him to teach her some way to go about her business more effectively, some way to smite the wicked and protect herself if need be, Tacheon conceded to teaching her how to harness the full capability of her mind. He would deprive her of her senses for days at a time, not giving her food or drink except for what she could find by feeling around. Then, he started to take away even her sense of touch by enshrouding her in a thick suit. He taught her to visualize what it was that she needed at that very moment, focus on it with all her being, and to not only want it to be within her reach, but to actually know it's within her reach. As he started to return her to her senses, it became increasingly easier for her to move things just with sheer willpower alone. When she finally reached the point where she could explode a glass jar just by looking at it, Tacheon sent her back out into the world, urging her to continue on her quest of ridding the world of malice and cruelty.
And now, she searches.
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