Elatiana Theya

Full Name: Elatiana Theya
Nickname(s): Ellie, Pandy(short for Pandamonium)
Codename: Entropy
Alias(es): Eleanor Whitaker
Age: 18
Classification: Meta-Alien
Affiliation: Chaotic neutral.


Hair Color: Teal blue
Eye Color: Pink
Gender Female
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 120lbs
Other Traits: Elatiana has an extensive network of tattoos that run along her body.


Powers:

Telekinesis: Elatiana possesses an exponentially powerful mental acuity in the form of telekinesis. Her powers seem to be varied however, possessing an equal amount of defense and offensive capabilities and techniques. Ranging from telekinetic barriers and shields to weapons made of tangible telekinetic energy, psionic blasts, constructs and the like. The upper limits of her abilities are potent, easily withstanding Thirty five tons of force and exerting the same amount (or less, if she opts to create a swarm of telekinetic bugs or something).

telekinetic constructs: Elatiana's first technique, is that she can create beings and objects with her mind and imagination. From something as simple as a baseball bat, to something as complicated as a missile (though not as powerful), the sky is theoretically the limit for an ability to create something with her imagination. But the force exerted by the constructs can never exceed the proscribed limit of 35 tons. Ever. The size and scope of the constructs can vary from the tiniest insect to as large as a Russian brown bear.  The amount of force is lessened proportionately, (With the exception of making a pair of fists) by the amount of constructs. With fists, she can make two with 35 tons, four with 17.5 tons, eight hands would have 8.75 tons, the amount goes down the more she makes. So a swarm of ants, numbering seventy thousand, would each be able to carry a single pound each.

telekinetic push/pull: Something very simple in it's nature, but effective when used right. Elatiana is capable of pushing or pulling something away from or towards herself with a variable amount of force which means she can slow down, stop, or accelerate an object hurtling towards her, or repel it utterly.

Telekinetic Barrier: The ability to generate large-ish barriers of telekinetic energy around an object, either as a form of containment or protection. The barrier itself can cover  a maximum diameter of fifty feet at it's widest and twenty feet at it's highest, effectively making a large, shimmering dome of energy that can withstand thirty tons of impact force. Smaller barriers, which require less focus, can however, withstand thirty five tons of impact related force and can stop most non-magical, elemental attacks provided they can't overwhelm the barrier.

Half Khai'tausian Physiology: Khai'tausians are a race of humanoid beings composed of super hard, organic nano-carbon based crystals that possess immense durability and the ability to grow crystalline structures from their bodies and have higher than average strength and intelligence when compared to a human. Elatiana however isn't a full Khai'tausian. Lacking the strength, but gaining part of the durability, intelligence and an extremely limited ability to grow crystalline structures. Oh and they have tails. Ellie isn't a full blooded Khai'tausian however, possessing the tail, only a fraction(one ton) of the durability and extensive and intricate markings along her flesh in the form of what could amount to bio-luminescent tattoos. But is in reality the crystalline substance that makes up a Khai'tausian's entire epidermic layer.

The tail itself is long and flexible, almost like a whip in how it works. Seven feet long but not at all strong, it's as durable as the crystalline parts of her body that is to say, it's about three times harder than terrestrial diamonds.

Ellie is also capable of manipulating the crystalline growth from her tail to a limited extent, growing the material and shearing it off in the desired shapes she needs or wants. The crystal itself is incredibly hard, harder than terrestrial diamond with the same kind of stress resistance as properly forged steel. Which makes it suitable for.... a variety of purposes. The tail itself can withstand incredible stress, about twenty five tons of force before it actually snaps off from the stress. The tail itself can regenerate, but it takes a couple days.

Skills: Adept with mechanical, electronic or robotic based repairs. Complex problem solving skills, sneaky and is good at stealing, pillaging, looting and or plundering from banks, stores, houses and other places with valuables, oh! and she knows how to whip up a mean brownie in a mug.

Weaknesses:

High-frequency sounds: We can all agree that loud noises suck a fat one, but for someone like Ellie? It's a little worse for her. Because a small percentage of her epidermis is made of a crystalline substance and the same could be said for her bones possibly, things like long range acoustic devices transmitting sounds along the 2.5 to 5 khz range can cause severe feelings of nausea and an inability to focus.

at the range of 20-30khz she can experience damage along her skin, as the crystalline infrastructure that makes up her tattoo begins to crack and split apart and her bones begin to suffer the same egregious damage as the minute traces of crystal begin to split with enough force to break the outlying hardened calcium structure it's interlaced with.

Specifically her arms, right leg and four of her ribs would break from the resulting sonic trauma. Sounds like a fun time, yeah?

Breaking her tail: Believe it or not, her tail is psionically resonant, that is to say it  her tail is a storage point for a vast majority of her telekinetic energy. A well or font she charges over time that makes using her powers less strenuous. But there's one problem, if the tail breaks, she loses a large majority of her stored energy. Sixty percent in total, leaving her with less energy to work with and making her grow fatigued and tired that much quicker.

Equipment:



Personality: Elatiana is for a lack of a better word, a hedonist; a seeker and pursuer of pleasures of all shapes and sizes. Selfish and firmly interested in her own pursuits and interests, the oftentimes manic Corona is a wildcard, unpredictable and utterly dishonest in her nature with little care or regard for the laws and orders of modern day society, viewing them as restrictive and oppressive in their nature, a way to make people complacent through a false sense of safety that leaves them incapable of adapting to an ever changing, variable filled universe such as this. She causes chaos and anarchy wherever she goes; a service she provides with a smile.

Because unlike most people, Ellie is focused on the big picture, the whole adapt or die paradigm that makes or breaks a race of beings. And those that grow advanced enough, climb high enough on that food chain will eventually become complacent with their place in the status quo, orderly as it where. She feels she was placed on this eon cooled ball of dirt and atoms to keep that from happening, to make sure that people as individuals can make their own choices and to that extent, does whatever she can, whenever she feels like it, to undermine the rigidly structured government and it's laws. Raise a little hell in the world as it where.

Elatiana is a kid with a good head on her shoulders, and a good heart in her thoracic cavity. Trusting more in her own self than what other people say is right and wrong, she paves her own path, an independent free spirit and damn everyone that tries to tell her otherwise, they don't matter they never did and never will. Indifferent towards the morals of good and evil, Elatiana instead focuses on the palpably evident nature of chaos and order. Seeing chaos as a way to keep people on their toes.

As for people that abuse laws or harm others with actual malice, she won't deal with them. Won't even give them a second thought and these people to her are just as bad in her opinion, as those who force the rules and regulations that breed complacency upon other people. The real bad guys aren't people like her, it's the abusers and the enforcers. And if she has to bust a few skulls on the black top? Hey, c'est la vie pour vous

Strengths: Very unpredictable; popping up when, and where she's least expected. Incredibly focused when it comes to undermining the authority and rule of those who make and change laws. Has a vivid, powerful imagination which makes her telekinetic constructs incredibly versatile. Is actually loyal (until she get's bored of the team work that is), and tends to be very friendly and helpful to those she sees as being kept under the tyrannical boot of law and order. With the exceptions being dyed in the wool murderers, rapists, pedophiles, ect. The worst of the worst more or less. But she'll help thieves, robbers and other small time crooks, if it'll put the boots to the cops. And the same goes for cops trying to catch the scum of the earth. In a way, her fickle, chaotic nature is a strength in itself.

Interests/Habits: Causing havoc, chaos, entropy, pandemonium, mayhem and anarchy. Elatiana's other interests and habits are pretty straight forward. Liking loud music and spicy food, things pertaining to anarchy, clothing and shoes! (particularly sturdy boots!) and making friends because she cares about people.



Family Members: Selana Theya - Mother - Deceased /// Jerome Whitaker - Adoptive Father - Deceased /// Selena Whitaker - Deceased - Adoptive mother /// Jacob O'hannigan - Alive - Birth father
Place of Origin: Dakota city

History: Growing up in Dakota city wasn't, well, it wasn't all that great for Elatiana, then known as Elanor Whitaker. She always knew she was different than the rest, other children didn't have the odd markings like she did, or the tail. It was painfully obvious that she wasn't human, but her parents didn't care, she was their special little girl with an overly active imagination. Even if they shared not a single genetic marker in common with each other. Her original father, her birth father, gave her up after her mother died, she was just young enough to remember the disdain he showed her, the disgust at what she was, as he left her in the care of an orphanage.

The orphanage was, it wasn't a nice place for someone like her, wasn't a nice place for any of the other kids really. The caretakers were mean and surly in their tempers, always bringing about disproportionate punishments for the smallest offenses, saying that the kids were breaking rules. And Ellie always got the brunt of it, having the backs of her hands and sides, beaten raw and red with rulers and sent to the "barracks" without her dinner. The barracks, that's what she called them anyways, rows upon rows of double bunk beds, with a set up that would have made a drill sergeant cream his jeans in the blink of an eye. She hated them, hated the musty, moldy smell that wafted down from the walls as she cried and cried, curled up on her miserable little pile of itchy sheets and the rock hard mattress beneath.

But that's a small, unimportant point in her life, one that's been quickly replaced by the Whitakers. They weren't that old, maybe in their early thirties and even with all the other children, they chose Ellie as much for her uniqueness as her vibrant personality. There was love there, a spark, a connection, as she grew up within their tender care as they gave her guidance and love, and familial bonds that her father never could or would have given her. She was thankful of him for giving her up, she didn't dwell on the negativity, she didn't even have a spiteful bone in her body.

School was rough at first, bullies picked on her like she had a bulls-eye strapped to her back, intolerance was always there, just at the corners of the eye. Like a shadow person. But she was inexplicably brilliant, at least from an academical standpoint. The girl was a straight a student without even trying, a regular prodigy as some would call her. But she didn't feel like one, she just felt like everything clicked together quicker than most people, like she was dealing with puzzles and the pieces just fell into place all on their own as she looked at them. Ellie had something other people didn't, something that laid dormant in her very core. She was a mutant and her intelligence was just a small sampling of everything that was to be and will ever be possible for the teenager.

There was a point that....somewhere along the lines, people got wind of her intelligence, of her almost savant like capabilities. These people were part of an international group, known as the society, that worked to study and abuse/exploit meta-humans. They had their sights set on the girl, as much for her brilliancy, as they did for the odd nature of the crystals that grew from her tail and it was from there, they did everything in their power; bribery and black mail and straight laced intimidation to make the Whitakers give up their daughter. But they never gave in, never bent to the millions upon millions offered, the black mail, the threats against her and them, and everyone in their family.

You could almost say that love in it's own right is, and will always be a powerful force, stronger than the metastable allotrope of carbon, arranged in a variation of the face-centered cubic crystal structure called a diamond lattice. Also known as diamonds to those not in the know. And that's what got them killed. Love. The one law that even now, Ellie could never break. The attack came sometime on the transit to school, busy bustling roads full of people commuting to and from places of business when the deafening lions roar of explosions tore up the black top, sprayed dirt and flames into the air and launched Ellie, her mother and father into the air before their vehicle came down with a snap.

The way they saw it was, they could still study the crystalline structure of the girl even if she was dead. Shame about the loss of a brilliant mind like that. But you know that saying about eggs and an omelette. But they didn't....kill her, she was still alive, half-conscious but still alive as she struggled out of her seat and gripped hold of her mothers sleeve, limp arm dangling like a wet noodle, no strength, no life. Dead. She turned to her father, it was the same for him. Even as the car was ripped open to get to her, she could see the damage, the blood, the burns, the all consuming gouges that ensured they would never smile or love again.

And she just.....lost it, that was anyone's guess at that point. She literally just snapped like a twig as the shock, the horror, the fact that she would never see Selena or Jerome's smiles again, smell the aroma of a homemade baked apple pie. And she simply lost herself in the black ocean of insanity and rage for a second. But a second was all it took as a large metallic hand clasped itself around her, and a second later that same hand exploded in a shower of sparks. The pilot of the suit, a top of the line set of power armor that should have been able to withstand armor piercing shells, recoiled at the damage. It was severe, savage, completely vicious.

But from Ellie's point of view, all she saw was the thing responsible and her attacks came without relent, mercy or any hope for the first of many in her way. Blood and sparks, the screaming protests of metal and man, it was a tumultuous cacophony as the five men were reduced to four, then three, then two, then one. As great all consuming swarms of insects or monsters from the darkest pits of ones mind, rent them limb from limb, devoured them till the flesh was gone and all that was left was bone. Bleached and white.

In a way, they provided the catalyst that broke the chains on her powers confinement, the shock and loss of a loved one. But at the same time as she examined the suit, took stock of it, as the black waves, cold and all consuming faded away. She had an epiphany, a revelation as she stood there among-st the entropy   and a smile graced her lips. People like this, they were after her for some reason, the only two plus two she could think of as it fell into place was, either some kind of mad scientist group; which was cliche or the government. Or some kind of governmental off-shoot which was the most likely.

As paramedics and police arrived on the scene, and she was looked after due to her injuries. She had a moment of relief, pure and clear as she looked at the wreckage and carnage. A simple solution formed in her head, as she was carted off to the hospital to look after her broken arm. She came up with the idea that people were complacent, they let this happen when they could have stopped it before it even began. If only they weren't so comfortable with themselves. She took that idea and nurtured it in that head of hers, if people were going to let this happen, to become so comfortable that the next big event hits? They needed a wake up call, to be thrown from their laz-e-boy chairs and take a look at themselves.

They were killing themselves, they let things like this happen. And she was going to make them realize it, even if she had to beat them about the head with a sunday edition news paper to do it.

Sample rp:

All things listed here are, as a rule of thumb (with me), subject to change. (Told you so)

Done done and onto the next one.

We'll start with telekinsis and work down from there.

First off 50 tons is the maximum power approvable as a near solo power, so this needs to come down considerably, around 15 tons max.

For constructs I need a maximum size they can be. And yes there does have to be one that is reasonable.

The tail is seemingly nothing more than a way to get super gear of anything you want. So I'll need a size on this tail and to know how sharp/heavy it is.

With mechanical genius any robots you want to make will need to be approved. You can use character development for this.

As far as the tail storing energy, exactly how much does it store because this seems more like a power than a weakness. So I'll need another weakness.

Other than that looking good.

Changed several things, removing the mechanical genius because I really don't think she'd use or make things like that. Her powers are more than sufficient for most tasks.

Tail is about seven feet long and flexible like a whip, the material is about 3 times harder than diamond

and reworded the tail weakness to make more sense.