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A kind yet tough elf, Paro is not your averagee joe. She loves her family and would do anything for them, even die. She has a passion for singing and when she was younger, she wished to be a pop star and take her family out of poverty. She has a smile that could clear the deepest abyss, but if her mother or younger sister are in danger, her cheerful demeanor drains to deadly. As soon as her father died, her mother lost hope for everything, and her younger sister soon followed, but she refused to allow that to bring her down. Paro, a strong girl, held her head high and always told her mother uplifting things to get her through her day. Sadly, Paro was still a child, and at night, when the world was sleeping, she cried into a nearby lake so that no one saw her tears. She loved her father and wanted only to be like him in the end.

History

Born and raised in southern part of Japan, Paro has lived in a life of poverty. Her father died during the war, leaving her with her mother and sister, Miyan. She felt as if she was held responsible for being the "father" of he family, so she cooks, sews clothing from silk worms and others. She loved to sing to the point where she sang a lullaby to her mother and Miyan whenever they could not sleep easily. She even sang to the wet clothes on the lines so that the wind could blow harder on them to dry, which it did. This changed when she turned 16, and her mother told her a group of men called "Gifts" were planning to take her away from her and Miyan. Paro refused to be taken from her family, but her efforts were futile. A nother after her birthday, she was taken as her mother said.

The group of men, "Gifts" taught Paro that she was an elf and that her singing was the most powerful weapon. She was forced to use it on thugs to manipulate them to give "Gifts" unpaid rent. The level went higher when the master, Yin, gave her a black sleeve he named "Voice of the Cursed". He told her refrain from using it until singing cannot soothe a beast. With a cartilage piercing on her tall ears, Paro had become "Gifted".

To this day, the young elf has fought along side "Gifts", but deep down she wished to destroy the ones that took her away from her family. Paro sings outside her window every night, hoping that Miyan and her mother could hear it and are able to sleep easy. She vows to run away and find her family and bee with them once again.

So begins...

Paro Temaru's Story

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#2024-01-13 02:08:55, as written by MartinVole

As the intense situation unfolded aboard Mettatron, Lucius had taken swift action, initiating a broadcast through the automated station communication system. His voice resonated with urgency and determination, reaching out to potential refugees and citizens who might consider seeking refuge aboard the station.

"Attention, attention! This is Lucius, head of the Deep 17 Foundation. We are under attack. I repeat, Deep 17 is under attack. Seek shelter elsewhere. It is not safe here. We cannot guarantee your safety. Stay away from the station until further notice."

The automated broadcast echoed through the various stellar bands, a stark warning aimed at preventing additional civilian casualties. In the midst of chaos, the priority shifted to protecting those who might unknowingly approach the danger zone.

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#2024-01-13 13:35:35, as written by barney_fife

In deep space, elements of Classis XII had heard the transmission as it was broadcast. Specifically the Howling Wind, an Imperial Aschen Hastati Class cruiser, which was escorting mercantile elements through the lawless reaches of the local region. Her commander, a young woman listened intently to the transmission as it played on her speakers. Silently, she adjusted the high collar on her uniform and watched the holographic display of the Station Mettatron.

"Queue up three Marine strike teams and send them into that station, perhaps we can help restore order..." The commander said as she keyed up the display.

"EVE, patch a reply through on the same channels we received the transmission. Get those condors into the void, under fighter escort!"

Acknowledged, Commander Paktu. The AI responded.

"Deep Seventeen, this is Commander Paktu, of the Aschen Empire's Hastati cruiser Howling Wind, I have assistance inbound."

The single Hastati cruiser winked out of its formation with the other Aschen warships to reappear several hundred thousand kilometers away from the station, immediately after, six large Condor troop transports under escort by Raptor Talon Starfighters began to make their way towards the station.

"Mettatron station, send Friend-Foe data package, and open a docking bay, I have marine strike teams, and medical teams inbound hot."

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