Nanomachines hun~
NAME: Yvette Rameri
FACTION: Rimward League
RANK: Private Investigator, Mortician, Cyber-nanotech.
SPECIES: Arkanian (originally) / Nanohive
AGE: 28
SEX: Trans (Femme)
Orientation: Pansexual
HEIGHT: 6’3”
WEIGHT: 173 lbs.
EYES: Phosphorescent violet.
HAIR: Platinum Blonde.
SKIN: Pale.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Impossible.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths:
Anatomical Repetoire: Yvette has studied the anatomical make up of hundreds of species. Chances are if she needs to cut it, she knows what she's looking at. This also applies to her expertise as a mortician, having had several years to perfect her trade.
Ranger Corps Training: Though Yvette retired from the Ranger Corps due to injury, she still retains the knowledge necessary to defend herself, and does practice aiming and close quarters combat frequently.
Arkanian Brilliance: Arkanians are renown for their intelligence and their willingness to push the boundaries of the scientific limits (and ethics) of the world around them. Yvette is no different in this regard.
Nano-Hive Construct: Yvette isn't strictly speaking a biological creature anymore. One of her envelope pushing experiments lead to the birth of a sentient nano-hive that ingratiated itself into Yvette's arm, before slowly starting to spread throughout the rest of her body. This led to a myriad of benefits and detriments for the once Arkanian. Benefits include:
>No Breath/Heat: Yvette does not need to breath and does not tire from exertion. Also, her body does not produce body heat.
>Biological Immunity: Yvette is immune to biological hazards like disease or poison.
>Mechanical Regeneration: Assuming there is sufficient material nearby, Yvette's nanomachines will fabricate cybernetic/mechanical replacements for any injury using the absorbed material. Only applies to current injuries, injuries received before her current state, such as the loss of her eye, are permanent.
>Energy Absolution Field: Yvette can raise an entropic field to eat energy nearby. This affords her protection against blaster bolts, other energy sources, and ion discharges as the field dissipates the energy into nutritious charge for her nanomachines.
Weaknesses:
Please Excuse My Cold Hands: Yvette is much more used to corpses than living patients. As a result, her bedside manner is hardly what one would describe as... gentle. Additionally, her lack of body heat can take some getting used to.
Arkanian Brilliance: Arkanians are renown for their intelligence and their willingness to push the boundaries of the scientific limits (and ethics) of the world around them. Yvette is no different in this regard.
One-Eyed: Vyette lost an eye in her younger years. This injury is permanent, and whilst she can attempt to compensate with her training, it presents a viable blind spot that she must endure.
Weaknesses of NanoHive Construct include:
>Inhuman Nature: Yvette's condition as being no longer Arkanian is fairly evident. Partially, because she makes little effort to hide it and partially because it cannot be hidden, as it's rather extensive and obtrusive. Close examination or physical interaction gives it away. Force Inspection of Yvette's form is like looking into a misty fog-cloud. She's not quite a hole in the fabric, but not clear as such.
>New Diet/Balanced Symbiosis: The Nanohive requires the ingestion of energy as sustenance, leading Yvette to work hard for credits to buy power cells or other sources of energy, or poach a bit here and there. Her new existence is one of careful symbiosis with the hive, and there is no telling what might happen, or how much they might reform her if they do not view this as balanced.
>Shake Sensitive: Attempts to absorb kinetic effects affecting Yvette did not go well. The nano-machines are relatively delicate instruments and are susceptible to direct physical damage. A sufficient degree will cause them to scatter and require recollection (regeneration). Vyette is, for subsequent physical matters, no more durable or strong than a fit member of her species even if she does not tire.
APPEARANCE:
Standing at six three and broad in the shoulders, Yvette is unapologetic for her presence in any scenario. Like a pale olive covered inferno, she brings a pizazz to every scenario. She's fit, she's enhanced, and she's enjoying life unremorsefully. She wants people to know it. That's why she favors elegant, form-fitted uniform-dresses with a high-cut slit. Well that, and the fact that they hide her tucking and top surgery scars well. Her face loses none of that spark either. She doesn't hide the fact that she's missing an eye, but merely treats it as another accessory opportunity to her wardrobe. Sporting blonde, cropped hair, that frames her face, a cute, snub nose and a glittering smile, her face is almost always settled into a knowing smirk. Her black sclera and phosphorescent violet eye just seems to gleam with an ethereal intelligence.
BIOGRAPHY:
Yvette's story begins rather simply as it happens. She's born to Valeria and Merkon Rameri, in a luxurious house on Arkania. As well known researchers in the fields of cybernetics and nano-organics respectively, the research grants they were awarded kept her parents busy churning out new projects. Ways to better integrate cybernetics to the nervous system, reducing the rejection rate of said cybernetics, and intravenous bacta delivery systems. Though Yvette noticed that their works started to become more elusive and secretive one day when her Mother arrived carrying an oddly shaped plinth under one arm. All that really meant was that Yvette spent plenty of days alone in the house, surrounded by medical texts. Generally quiet and introverted as a child by nature of her parent's seclusion, Yvette started to study. She poured over countless datapads detailing the various anatomical knowledge of species that her parent's works were designed for. Occasionally, she would pull up a holographic analysis of a limb and organ and take it apart, before trying to see if she could piece it back together. Somewhere along the way, she felt as if her prior gender and name didn't quite fit her and she made the choice to transition femme-wards. She remembers it, partly because in a rare showing of external awareness and solidarity, her parents were there when she celebrated her top surgery's success.
It was about that time that she remembered her parents pulling their secretive project data into secure data pads and moving to the Outer Rim. Yvette had seen the plinth once or twice. It seemed alive to her, pulsating as it had with its neon green glow. She'd avoided it so far, but was starting to ask her parents about it. It sparked some sort of inane curiosity within her. Yvette had then gone on to join the Ranger Corps, serving as a medic for the better part of 6 long years. It was during a skirmish with pirates that she had lost her eye and arm, a lucky kriffer having squeezed off a shot that just clipped the side of her socket and trailed across her arm which she had raised instinctually to shield her face. The eye, always a tricky thing to heal even with Force Training, had frayed nerve endings that the doctors worried would reopen. It was removed to prevent further complications.
Yvette, now honorably discharged due to her injury, came back to find her world in disarray. Her parents were now being leaned on for the distribution of their precious work by shady employers. Fearing that they might be targeted in coercion to relinquish their research, Yvette had them placed into protective custody and inherited their work. It was thus that she came to learn about the sentient colony of nanomachines that her parents had cultivated which she had always suspected to be an inert glowing plinth. By studying their behavioral pattern under stimuli, Yvette learned that the nanomachines could replicate to restore their number and the shape of their vessel i.e. the plinth.
It was sensation of particularly potent phantom pain that caused Yvette chanced upon the idea to use the nanomachines upon herself. Other cybernetics felt foreign, and tempted as she was, she didn't even question whether or not she should. She supposed she accepted that Arkanians are prone to bouts of mad genius. Injecting the nanomachines into her eye-socket with a trembling hand, she soon passed out. When she awoke, she was still half eclipsed in darkness, but something felt different. She could see the machines having collected into a facsimile of her arm, fusing inside her. Burrowing deep into her being, and melding with it. She'd never known such pain, but when it ceased she was surprised to know she felt good. better than she had in a while. A few weeks passed by where she experimented a bit with her new form, learning its strengths and foibles.
Needing some way to keep her home and her parents in protective custody until she'd sorted with the creeps following them, she decided to join the investigating business both publicly and privately, and serve as mortician to the Ranger Corps and any other investigative minded individuals.
SHIP: None yet.
KILLS: None.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: None.
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