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Laeliah Wym

the technomedic

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a character in “Aurea Cor”, as played by mombie

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INFORMATION


"history will always remember the warriors that fought the battles,
but we, the healers and the medics get lost in the shadows.
to be one of us is to not be named in the books. To be one of
us is to help others seek the glory. we are selfless nameless beings."



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birthdate xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWINTER 26
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occupation xxMILITARY BIOTECHNO-MEDICAL SCIENCE HEAD
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home town xxAXODYNDRA, SECTOR OF BIOTECHNOLOGY
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affiliation xxxxxxxx.GUILD OF MEDICAL TECH
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TEC+2xx STRG +0 xx DEX +2 xx WIS +0 xx CHA +0




The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in service of others.
gandhi





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THE TECHNOMEDIC
we are not unlike space itself; a trillion neurons, a trillion synapses - all working together to create the universe that is ourself.


At first glance, a menacing red gaze and long alluring eyes that appear to size up your soul. However, that does not describe the woman quite as accurately as one might believe. There is more than meets the eyes, pun intended. Laeliah is a quiet soul that prefers to spend her time trying to become Tekhne of Biotechnology in Sol. Nothing else occupies her life but to avenge the sabotage of her mother's experiment for almost a decade and a half. People that know her well would paint the picture of a quirky girl that sometimes poked her head out of her window to say hello. She is amiable and kind but drinks perhaps a bit too much. She's never raised her hand in anger to anyone, and while she is not renowned for her social skill, something about her brings one ease and warmth during a conversation. She's easy to talk to. Easy to trust. Her genuine care and concern for others make her a good friend to many. She's always had a lot of support for her way of life, which is spent making the lives of others easier, more bearable, or even just more comfortable.

Laeliah was born as Taliah, and to two parents, but both were in separate districts in Sol. Her mother came from the Biotechnology sector and was renowned to its citizens as a more than an exceptional surgeon. She specialized in prosthetics and other mechanical and technological enhancements that could take the place of otherwise devastating disease and/or traumas. Her father, on the other hand, was a military science man. His determination was rooted in munitions and armor, both creating munitions that can penetrate certain materials, and creating armor that could withstand certain munitions. His life's goal was to help fashion a new line of anti-magic penetrating armor. But before that dream could be realized, he came down with an illness when Taliah was around 15-years old. He never achieved his dream, but her mother chose to groom Taliah to the more militant side of biotechnology so that maybe one day she could pick up where her father could not. Yet, as much as Laeliah fell in love with the military, she still loved medicine and healthcare.

Her mother was scouted for Tekhne around the same time the father passed on. When Efevretón day came around, a rival family sabotaged her invention and she was never chosen to take her spot in government. Her mother changed her name, moved away somewhere to be alone, and left Taliah to the device of a manipulative woman. Now, all of her life - since she was old enough to move, she has taken things apart and put them back together. To tinker with things was not new to her - to find new uses for old things was also something she enjoyed greatly. This woman was quite popular herself, but for a totally different reason than her mother. Unbeknownst to the ignorant girl, this woman was a vile creature who had darker plans in mind. While she would teach Taliah everything she knew about inventing and medicine, she would also sneak in little ways to make her work on projects that were too dangerous for the woman, herself. One of these inventions exploded and immitted a chemical that caused permanent eye-hue discolorization and progressive weakness. Taliah's eyes took on a pure-blood red colorization, and slowly but surely, her vision departs.

She decided then, at eighteen, to change her name to Laeliah. She'd never trust anyone again, and she'd live alone for the rest of her life. All of the money that belonged to her father had been bequeathed to her, and she took on business as a private doctor in her sector. She worked her way from simple healthcare to surgeon over the years but kept her interest in medical science for the military in mind. She developed things for the military such as medical backpacks that could be more quickly accessed and lighter to carry, medical scanners for quick battlefield evaluations of vitals, and techniques for combat field medics. In fact, she moseyed herself up and secured a position in the military sector as head of military medicine and biotechnology. Her father's popularity earned her easy access to the job and afforded the privileges that allowed her to work with military personnel face-to-face. At the same time, she still goes back and helps the average citizen, as is her true calling in life. What she desires most is to become Tekhne of Biotechnology and remind the family that sabotaged her mother of their place. The journey, however, is a slow one - as she refuses to compromise her values to stoop to the level of the easy road.


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Medi-Back : medical backpack

This is a rather uncreative object, but a useful one nonetheless. She fashioned the medical backpack out of lightweight metals so that it can be used during combat situations. As an offhand note, she has distributed these to the Military for use among combat medical personnel. It contains traditional things such as injectors, anesthetics, steroids, pain reducers, and even stimulants. It has plenty of room to house medical tools for field surgeries out of combat and first aid during.

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name goes here : plasma rifle

Because she often finds herself working alongside the military or training field medical personnel, she has developed a short and light-weight rifle for defense. It utilizes superheated ionized gas as ammunition and a small rechargeable power cell. It does not perform ideally long-range and is not meant to be a front of the line weapon. It can fire 360 and 540 per minute as a suppressive fire to help cover movement to get injured soldiers out of the combat field to cover.


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LIKES
☼ │whiskey, cooking, baking
☼ │ dogs, taking things apart, putting things back together
☼ │ inventing new medical marvels, research, theory
☼ │ books, new knowledge, academia,
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☼ │ cats, sleeping in late
☼ │ idiots, most magic users, most people
☼ │ awkward social scenarios, men are strange
☼ │ current Tekhne of Biotechnology


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Her dream is to claim Tekhne of Biotechnology as it rightfully belongs to her family. She participates in Efevretón day every year, which has resulted in her living a sort of hermit lifestyle. Though she works on Military Biomedicine and Prosthetics, her greatest joy is helping the average citizen.



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T H E x A L T U M

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This was the ring of the vile old lady that made Laeliah work on risky inventions. When Lae finally left the old hag behind, she swiped this off of a side table just because she wanted to. Rather, it wanted her to. She didn't know. One time, months before this, she was accused of stealing it because it ended up on her own nightstand. This would happen more and more - the ring appearing in her possession one way or another. When it attached to her finger, it pricked the skin and drew her blood. The Via's desire to help others in spite of the cost to itself also does the same for Laeliah. It remains punctured into her skin, slowly - very, very, very slowly, drinking in minute drops of blood to save a life in the future.

Ability One xxThe Altum sustains itself with the blood of Laeliah and imbues it with special life-sustaining properties. When someone in Laeliah's vicinity sustains an injury, the Via cries out for her to assist. The Via begins to draw Lae's blood, detaches and uncoils from its host's finger, and latched onto the patient. This takes away the pain and discomfort and replace it with a euphoric sense of omnipotence. Deep wounds and broken limbs cannot be repaired, but the pain can disappear long enough to be ignored and fight on if one must. This pain is transferred back to Lae. ( The wearer's damage is, instead, transferred to Laeliah. )

Via xxThe Altum is seeking and swift, invasive and always trying to fix broken people. It had hopeful dreams and inspirations but got caught in a loop of forgetting themselves in favor of helping others without being asked. It alienated itself from friends, family, and peers by being overwhelmingly needy and drawn to the wrong people. It is a caregiver, a healer, and selfless. It knows that Laeliah is the same as it, thus the pair live in perfect harmony with one another. Though, sometimes, Laeliah protests how often the Altum cries out to help someone.

+ Ignition: It will only uncoil from the finger when it draws Laeliah's blood.

So begins...

Laeliah Wym's Story

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Axodyndra, a city nestled in the heart of the Biotechnology sector of Sol that people knew for the the its renown Guild of Surgeons that operated within its heart. The citizens here were the healthiest of all of Sol, and people came from all of her corners to find care here. If one was sick, this was the place to be. It was a place of hope because the talent that resides here is of the kind that benefits the whole. It is a great metropolis lined with hospitals, clinics and more specialized care like prosthetics, cosmetic - if it has to do with the Human body, you will find it here in Axodyndra. The streets bustled daily and it was always lively - day in and day out.

The Guild of Surgeons met here; an apprenticeship academy dedicated to building the next generation of doctors. The heads of this school are the best of the medical geniuses dedicated to perfecting precision technology that would assist them in more tedious operations. It was basically a bunch of nerds in goggles, white coats, legal cadavers, and more - all sitting around discussing their latest research, experimenting, and taking the time out of their busy lives to further academia with lectures and labs for potentials. Laeliah, of course, was one of these professional members and taught a few classes herself. It's Director involved the academic board in more than just biotech, but was also highly sought by other sectors. Laeliah, herself, worked with the Military sector.

Yet, all places have their dark corners, and this city was of no exception. They alleyways at night were treacherous, and the people that you thought you knew to be caring and helpful moonlighted under a rampant black market. Though it is not infamous enough to be known to the outsider, people disappeared here. Axodyndra is well-known for its more than exceptional medical practices, but the allure of selling body parts and cadavers for medical science, concocting insidious stimulants and drugs, finding new ways to alter the human form - and that is only the tip of this iceberg that is majorly concealed beneath the city's perfect image. Travel here by day and you will see the crowds, but at night - well - that is a different and startling discovery all on its own.

But that is neither here nor there at this point and time. Today had been a typical day from morning until the very moment that will come. After awakening, if once could call what she did actual sleep, she bathed, threw on clothes, forewent breakfast, and headed straight out of the one-bedroom place she occupied. Laeliah was a minimal kind of gal, and she only needed one other thing - a place to be busy in. Where she slept was naught but a fleeting moment in the grand scale of her lifespan. It was lived in, messy, likely needed a good dusting, and could hardly be called a decent home.

She was greeted by the cool morning air; the scent of sand infused with the slight hint of medical run-off from various buildings. Heavy boots stomped along the barren ground as she rounded her residential space to the back. The bulkhead door on the ground in the back. After her fingers danced along the keys with a beep-boop-beep, it hissed softly and she pried it open by the handles. This led to the flickering of sterile lights and the eventual illumination of a long and narrow staircase. Once she was at the bottom, she grabbed hold of a white lab coat, threw it on, then placed her goggles over her eyes.

The large space lit up gradually - one row of lights at a time before a pristine laboratory was revealed. It was truly hard to believe that this existed underneath her abysmal living conditions. Some women liked shoes and fancy things, but she loved her lab. It was her life. It was her space. The only space where she could be herself without worrying about everyone else. She spent a considerable amount of time here preparing for Efevretón day year after year. This year would be her time to shine. She just knew it - knew it in her heart.

She had been lent a set of armor tech by a good friend that would typically be worn by Sol's military personnel. Her goal was to reduce the rate of casualties due to a lack of swift response by a combat medic. This was her favorite part of being an inventor. It was a marriage of her father's vision and her mother's dream.

She grabbed a black marker, popped the cap off, and placed it between her lips - ink tip out, of course. She placed herself in front of a glass board that had things scrawled on it that could only be understood by a few people. Lae quirked her jaw from side-to-side, pursed her lips, placed a hand at a hip, and looked very pensive in one of those utterly nerdy extremes. She used another hand to push her goggles up, wiggled her nose, and seemed to have an 'aha' moment.

"The hemosensors still don't activate the tensor fibers of the bodysuit for optimal compression just yet," she said to herself, of course. There was no one else here by her. However, something was listening, and that something inanimate - a recording device. It triggered whenever the lights came on because, even being the perfectionist that she is, sometimes she forgets this part. Recording was the most important aspect of being a scientist and a visionary. She scribbled some things on the board, adjusted a few numbers, and then took another step back to observe. "I'm going to have to rework the math, but I believe we are close."

Satisfied with the thought of more calculations and yet another excuse to hermit away, she capped the writing utensil and set it on a nearby table.

It's very quiet in here. So much so that one could hear a pin drop, even past the gentle whirring of tech. So, when Lae heard a noise above the steps at the door to her lab, she knew something was amiss. "It would seem that my time has come," she said softly, knowingly. A grim knot settled in her stomach. She was too close. Too close to usurping the beloved seats of Tekhne from the family that stole it from her mother many, many years ago. "In the event of my death, of which I am certain is now," she began narrating to the recording device. It was hard to find as it is embedded in the electrical unit of her lab. "- one should look into the second Tekhne of Biotechnology. She knows that I have been getting closer to giving the government of Sol a piece of technology that will make a difference in our military. Her time has come, and she has been spying on me for several weeks."

Then again, who was she talking to? No one was going to notice she was gone.

She stood up, removed her goggles, placed them on the table, and then pressed a button to open up a drawer at her desk. From there she pulls out her rifle and gives it a good ol' tap to power the charging cell. As she did this, the hatch to the lab blew open by some charge and in rushed a gang of men with high-powered zapping devices, blasters of various types, and other very threatening paraphernalia.

"Hello, boys," she greets with that amiable tone. Typically, Lae did not condone unnecessary violence or crazy shoot-outs. However, today was different. This was her life, and if her life was not worth the fight - her technology was. "You really don't have to do this, you know. If you think that all of you are going to get out of here alive, you will be sorely mistaken."

"Listen, Lae, it's nothing personal. This is business," one of the thuggish men sighs as if this was something hard to do. "You can just give us the documents and the tech, and we will be out of your hair. No one has to die."

Give up her life's work? The thought was simply this: I'd feel dead without it anyway.

The laboratory erupted into a cacophony of blaster fire, crashes, bangs, technology dying, lights dimming - screams, yells, grunts. These things that no one would hear after the hatch was closed again. This lasted for only a few short moments that, to the involved person, seemed to last a lifetime.

In the end, there was only quiet darkness. Just when one thought that perhaps there would be this shadowy unknowing, the lights began to flicker to life once more. Blood coated otherwise sterile floors, and there was a lumbering body slumped over a desk. Then another in a heap on the floor. A bit further was a glass board with a splatter of blood on its heavily markered surface. Beneath that was Laeliah, lifeless with her back against it and head lolled forward until her chin was at her chest. She was only kind of missing her face.

The remaining men took everything that she had - documents, tech, and more. Yet, they left the recording device behind unknowingly, and these walls could, in fact, speak. Someone just has to look for it.

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