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Afen

The daughter of Ikiros, cloned from his cells.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ikiros

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Afen (originally named Ariel), daughter of Ikiros, is a clone of her father, albeit with slight genetic alterations as part of an experiment done by an organization that made several such clones. She is Atlantean by blood, but only half so, as her mother was human. She shares her father's ability to control objects with her mind, and because she lacks any sort of education on controlling her abilities, they often get out of hand and dangerous. She's fairly young, only perhaps a few years old at max, but the accelerated growth program used in the cloning process, as well as her incredible ability to absorb knowledge, has caused her to be as intelligent and calculating as she would be by the age of 17. She's not sure about the world around her, but she's confident that, given some time and perhaps a bit of help, she'll get her power under control and perhaps visit the home she might once have had, if she had been born by her blood.

Personality

Afen is hesitant to trust anyone right now, as she's afraid that everyone will think of her as a freak and try to keep her locked away. She very much wants to be able to walk freely in the world, but the testing that she endured has made her trust almost nobody, a trait that only adds to how dangerous she can be with her unstable mental power. She's quite reserved when talking to people, but it stems from the only thing she's known in her short life: being locked in a test chamber designed to suppress her power so that she couldn't escape.

Equipment

The only items that Afen has upon her are her clothing, a form of Atlantean wear artificially made by her owners for her to feel more comfortable. It allows her to move unhindered, while giving her slight protection from bullets and such. Although it looks like nothing more than cloth, it's woven from a mesh of kevlar and floum.

As for weapons, she managed to snag a straight sword, also made and decorated in traditional fashion, from the complex where she had been held, during her escape. Although she only thinks it to be a replica, it is actually an artifact that was taken from the grave of an Atlantean found by the people who ran the organization. It is magically enchanted to retain it's edge, no matter the amount of hits it takes, and also to never tarnish or break. Aside from that, there is nothing terribly special about it, as it was a standard weapon to be forged by the ancient race.

She also has telekinetic abilities, allowing her to move and affect objects with only her mind. Unlike her father, she does not have telepathy, and cannot examine others' minds. The range of her abilities is over 100 feet, but she has little control over them when they show themselves. With training, she plans to fix this problem, hoping to be able to use them only at will, rather than unleash wanton destruction as she moves through the world.

History

All of her young life, Afen has known only torment and pain. She was cloned from the DNA of Ikiros, and then used as an experiment to try and recreate Atlantis. Unlike the other clones who were created, she alone possessed the blessing of magical abilities. Although they were not elemental, like they might have been had she been born during the reign of Atlantis, she exhibits power much like her father. She was recently sprung from what she expected to be her prison forever by a man named Patrick. She'd seen him before during the testing, but had figured he was like the rest of them. He rescued her, at nearly the cost of his life, and left her in the hotel above Gambit's Bar with the order to "Stay here until your father comes. He'll be able to keep you safe." She has remained at the Hotel, not having to pay for meals of room, waiting for her father to arrive, though she has no idea what her father looks like.

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Afen's Story

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The girl turned as the door opened and a man walked through. He had white hair, silver eyes, and a grin on his face that she had seen several times on the faces of the men who'd experimented on her. She snatched up the sword as she stood, leveling the weapon's tip at the man and forcing him to stop approaching.

"Come any closer and you'll have this lovely sword in your heart, sir. I have no wish to return to the facility and I plan on keeping it that way. Get out of here. I'm waiting for someone important, and you're not him." She was calm and level-headed, her voice firm and soothing at the same time. However, the sword raisedd in the air was still more than enough to show that she meant to use it if necessary.

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Afen felt her mouth open slightly as she stared at the white-haired man before him. He'd said the name that Patrick had given to her, as if he'd known it all along. Could he be...no. It wasn't possible. How would he have known to find her unless...

"Patrick told you where I was. That's the only way you knew where I was. Oh Father..." She couldn't help herself. He was so alike to her, now that she could think about it, that he couldn't be anyone else. There was a slight air of mystery about him, as if he weren't exactly the same as he once was, but she ignored it for now. With quick movements, somewhat propelled by unintentional forces from her powers, she jumped up and hugged him, feeling his warmth.

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Afen listened as her father began his chant. She felt a sudden weight upon her, as if fate itself were figuring out who she was, and what her role in the world would be. As he came to the end and asked that final question, she found that she could understand the three words as he said them. Without waiting for any time to pass, she responded, her voice strong and confident as if she had said the words thousands of times before.

"Ivu kaila Afen, kut u Ikiros." The weight she had felt lifted and she felt an echo resound in her mind. It was as if something had clicked into place and would never move again. She realized that she could no longer think of herself as Ariel and asked, "What just happened?"

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Afen looked from the man to her father and back again. They seemed similar, but worlds apart at the same time. She shook her head and said, "No, he never spoke of his niece, if he had one. As for the necklace, I figure he would've given it to me when he saved me." Her eyes darted to the sword on the table and she smiled, knowing that it had managed to hold its razor-edge since she grabbed it just a few days prior.

She wished she knew how to activate her abilities, but having been under the influence of a nullifier almost constantly while captive, she'd been unable to learn how to use it, let alone control it. She wondered for a long moment about whether or not she could use it now, but even as she thought about it, a familiar feeling rose within her. She knew she had the power, but for some reason she couldn't reach to it, even if she'd wanted to. It was as if...but that couldn't be. The things were huge.

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Afen she saw that her father was about to step into the hall after the man, and she was worried about him. She snatched the sword from the table and pushed him aside, leveling the tip at the man's throat. Her eyes were hard and bored into him like drills but she still couldn't tell who he was.

She wanted answers, and safety for her and her dad. This might be the only time to get that. "Who are you, and what did you really come here for? You tell me, or I swear that this blade will cut off something that you will miss rather sorely, I should think." Even then, when she was only half-Atlantean and raised in a world devoid of accents, her voice sounded with the inflections and flutings of her race.

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Afen yelped in pain as the electricity surged into her, her hand clenching the hilt of the sword as her muscles spasmed. She growled slightly, and when she managed to open her eyes again, rage swept through her like wildfire. The man had a gun pointed at her father, and he'd just shocked her. He could not be allowed to leave.

With a sudden grunt, she tore the end of the sword form his grip and stabbed forward, straight for the area between the man's legs. She had no way to protect her father, but a sudden feeling of warmth flowed through her as her power blossomed out of her and shot between the gun and her father. She knew it was ready for use, but she had no idea how to control it.

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Afen was surprised as the blade dipped farther down, slicing into the floor with ease. Her hand was still clenched around it's hilt as the second shock pulsed through though, and she was nearly knocked unconscious by it. As she swooned, her father caught her.

Just as he watched the man turn to flee, the bullet blew up and threw him and his daughter back into the room, peppering them with bits of wooden floor. he took the hits, not feeling the pain and simply let the matter be absorbed into his body for later use. He looked at his semi-conscious daughter, then back to the hallway. He wanted to chase the man down and kill him, but not with his daughter so weak.

"Come on Afen. Let's get you somewhere safe. Somewhere you can rest." He lifted her and carried her into the hallway, stepping on the tracking device necklace the man had dropped as he fled, then proceeded to take her home to the forest so that she could rest and recover, while at the same time be protected not only by her father, but by the natural enchantments of the area.

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Afen stepped into the bar, as her father had told her, and immediately moved aside from the door. Around her, just above her skin, was a psychic barrier, meant to stop low-velocity items from hitting and hurting her. It was perforated with thousands of holes to allow her to be able to breath easily, but they didn't compromise the strength of the field.

She checked her small pouch of coins and smiled a bit. her father had been so reluctant to let her out and about, but after she pinned him to a tree for three hours without letting him go, he had acquiesced and let her go. Now that she was in the bar, however, she wasn't sure what she should do. Figuring she could take her time, she moved to a booth off to he right of the door, settling herself on the faux-leather seat with a bit of disdain. She adjusted her sword so that it sat more comfortably upon her back while she sat. Just because she was confident she could repel her enemies with her power didn't mean she'd walk around without a weapon. She had only recently learned to control that lethal power, and she cherished it.

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Afen looked at the cat and smiled, reaching a hand down to pet. Oh how naive she was in this new place, with so many new sights and sounds. She chuckled softly and muttered something so softly in Atlantean that even she could barely hear it. She Watched him calmly and looked up as the woman called to him, using his name.

"Maev, is it? Well met then, my little fur-bound friend. Come, sit with me." She patted the table lightly with her right hand, indicating for him to jump up and lie there to be petted. As the door opened, she turned to look at the newcomers. She recognized the smaller man, just before he was thrown into the bar, and lowered herself in her booth, wishing her hair was more manageable and wasn't so easy to spot for both it's style and color. She wished that her father were with her, and that she hadn't been so stubborn about him letting her go alone.

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Afen watched the cat on the table, her eyes glistening as she reached for her power. Holding it within her, ready to use, she sat up again, all the while hearing the dull clunk of Tombstone's footsteps. She had no idea what she would do, but she had a pretty good idea about what they were here for.

She remembered overhearing a conversation about her while locked in her room. Something about a level five telekinetic. It was hazy though, what with the huge power dampening system they had in the room to keep her from doing anything dangerous. She grimaced and closed her eyes, stroking the cat a few more times but otherwise paying it no attention. She would get it some food later...if she survived till then. What confused her, though, was how Kyle had gotten back up. She'd seen him several times before she was rescued, but he never seemed anything more than normal.

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Afen heard the stomping getting louder and faster as the man broke into a run. She waited, calmly, timing the thumps of his heavy steps on the floor. With only a few feet to spare before he ran into her and the cat, Afen scooped Maev into her arms and dove out of the booth, across the man's path, and rolled into a crouch, setting the cat on the floor beside her. She pulled the blade from her back and held it in a reverse-style grip, the back of the sword running along her arm. She stood and assumed a somewhat relaxed position, her weight situated upon her rear leg. She looked from the cat to the two men before shooing the feline back towards Nikka, afraid that it might get hurt. Looking back to Kyle, a smile crossed her face.

"It's good to see you again, Mr. Summers. Is the facility so lacking that they need me back already, or are you both just here for a visit?" Her tone was cold and harsh, thought he small amount of black humor that she allowed to slip in was more than fitting for the situation. She heard several chairs snap behind her, but kept her gaze on the smaller man before her,

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Afen stepped between Kyle and the cat, intentionally swaying her body more than normal to distract him from the small creature. She nodded curtly to Rick so that he could get Maev to safety. She looked back behind her and then back to Kyle, a smile lifting her delicate lips.

"Is that so, Mr. Summers? If I remember, you had a fiance before I left the facility. Something go wrong, or was my Atlantean charm too much for you?" She remained relaxed visibly, but her gut was clenched in fear and her muscles were ready to move her out of danger should the bigger man return from beyond the wall. The sucking noise made by the man's bones emerging from his wrists sickened her, but she forced herself not to show it, instead forming a thick bracer on her left forearm out of the psychic shield already surrounding her.

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Afen was lucky she wasn't human and shared her father's burning blood. She twirled to the left, her blade swinging tip down and across to catch both of his and drive them to one side of her lithe body. As she spun, she saw tombstone charging once more and ran towards him. She had no idea why she was doing what she was, but she had complete confidence in her movements as, with a boost from her power, she went to vault the much larger man as if he were nothing more than an overly-large springboard. If she managed to make it over, she would cushion her landing with more of her psychic energy to keep herself safe before turning to face the two men.

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Afen felt the man's massive hand wrap around her ankle and squeeze, but she was lucky her shield was there. Her skin bruised, but her bones and muscles remained in tact and ready for use. The shield, however, needed reinforcement. She sent a pulse of psychic force to her left ankle, the one tombstone had grabbed as she passed over him, in an attempt to break the man's grip. He agility had allowed her to land with one foot on the man's back while her leg was extended over his shoulder and, because of his size, she was almost standing horizontally on hi shoulder, her right leg bent in a crouch.

She muttered a curse and the man and then brought the tip of her sword to bear, aiming to stab into his lower back. She had no idea how strong his skin was, but he bore no scratches from his pass through the wall, though his clothing was wrecked. Figuring that he had to have a weak spot she stabbed down at his back, augmenting the force of her two-handed stab with a blast of concussive psychic force large enough to shatter a nearby table into kindling.

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Afen grunted as her sword hit his rock-like skin. Her eyes widened and, just as she was about to say something back to the man who'd come to aid her, she felt the man grab her other leg and swing her around. She yelped as she was flung and flipped end over end as she flew through the air. Her mind raced, assuming she was dead, but as she neared the far wall, her rotation turned her feet-first to the wall.

Knowing it to be her only chance, She collided with the wall, her feet hitting balls-first and crumpling, her legs bending to absorb the massive shock as the force rippled through her. She winced in pain and then pushed back off the wall, forcing the momentum to change direction as she rolled across the floor. Her sword fell from her grip and skidded across the floor to lie beneath a table.

She stood shakily and asked, her voice still light and airy, but rough from the jarring of her body, "Are you trying to capture me, or kill me? I cannot tell." She did her best to shake the pain from her limbs, but it persisted. Her head throbbed dully and her left ankle pained her, but she did her best to ignore it. She focused on bringing up a wall of energy before her, forming it into a three-faced wedge so that, should the big man charge her, he would slide to the side, rather than push through it.

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Afen shut her eyes tightly to concentrate, and didn't see what happened to Rick. She heard T come over, though, and with each hit he put against her wall, she felt the aftershocks ripple across her mind. She let the wall thin under his blows, trying to lead him into thinking he was close to breaking through, but as she compressed it, she made it denser and stronger by opening her mind. She wished she were telepathic, like her father, so that she could link his mind to the wall as well, but the ability had never shown itself in her.

As the horizons of the plane of her mind opened up like the vastness of sky, the pain dulled and, eventually, receded entirely. Like a wave, if it had nothing to bounce off of, it would dissipate over time, allowing her to keep her focus, and more importantly her wall, before her to stand under the onslaught. She was able to still speak, but it was through her teeth and not nearly as pleasant to hear as before.

"If you want me to come home and be of any use, then you'll stop trying to kill me. You never even asked politely."

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Afen watched the man, her shimmering eyes having opened as Tombstone spoke. She watched him evenly, wondering who exactly he was. Her eyes lowly dimmed, though nothing in the room changed.

"You could have said please, you know. Perhaps next time you're sent to retrieve someone you could try courtesy. I'll go with you if you ask nicely. Either that or," she reached out her arm and grabbed her sword's hilt with her power, drawing back within her finger's grasp before letting her power ebb away completely, "I'll simply have to kill you both."

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Afen flared into action. Her eyes immediately glimmered as before. She produced a lightly padded cushion beneath Rick to keep him from twisting an ankle, though not much else, while bringing her shield back up, this time covering both her and the man. She closed her eyes and let the shield get larger, fully enveloping the two in a sealed bubble, though she left miniscule pores for breathing. She made the outer surface slick and putty-like, preparing for him to begin striking at it once more.

"Oh yes. I can kill you, though you might not think so. Care to test my strength against yours?"

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Afen chuckled softly, confident even in the face of the certain death that lay behind T's massive fists. Shew shook her head and watched as, after every punch and touch that Tombstone made to her shield, bits of it stuck to him.

"I wouldn't think so quite so soon Summers. Even I know that the testing showed me to be more powerful than my father. I just didn't know how to use my power at the time, that's all." She saw how more and more the sticky psychic force attached itself to Tombstone, though it stuck to him just as readily as it did to itself. Since he was now almost laying on the shield, she pushed out little tendrils of energy which would reach for the big man's face, more specifically towards his eyes, nose, and mouth.

"How long do you think he can hold his breath Mr. Summers? Two minutes? Five, perhaps? I bet he can't hold it forever." With that final word she flung out her shield, wrapping it around the big man and making it solid as stone, holding him in an airtight, locked position. "I told you two. try asking nicely."

She looked at Rick with a softer smile, not acknowledging the cruelty of suffocating the big man. "I'll be fine. Go on and get yourself healed. I would hate to know that I got someone permanently injured and, in the case of these two, potentially killed, simply for trying to help me.

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Afen she shrugged, not letting the larger man get any air. She lessened the bonds to practical areas only, though, reducing the mental strain. She kept his arms pinned, and his legs, but everything else that wasn't those or his head she took the energy off. No point in wasting her energy.

"You still haven't asked, but then again, I get the feeling you aren't going to. Nor are you going to fall for the same trap he fell for, are you?" She sighed and then lifted her blade, one hand gripping the hilt tightly, the other open at the base of the handle for a pivot point. "Sir, you can help if you wish, but now that I've given you the chance to leave, your life is your own. I cannot assure your safety."

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Afen watched him, her sword arm relaxing and letting the blade's tip angle to the floor. She couldn't believe what he was doing, giving them the first hits. She couldn't deny his word though. She really didn't want to go back. She shook her head and smiled, having seen him heal beyond the damage she would be able to do with one strike.

"We get the first blows, eh? I guess that's fair enough. But I have to ask you, just how quickly do you heal?" She smiled, already forming an idea in her head, content not to strike immediately. "And if you enjoy the pain I can give you, then why not simply abandon them and join me? I could give you pain whenever you asked for it, then." Her smile turned into a slight chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. She was killing a man by depriving him of air while bantering with his partner about whether or not he should defect.

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Afen did her best to think on the fly. She could only come up with a half-dozen ideas that could work though. Seeing as how she wasn't going to get another chance, she coated her blade in mental energy before charging him. She spun as she passed by, twirling and slashing her blade through his midsection, the coating of mental energy remaining between his two halves instead of continuing along.

"Can you heal through that? Oh wait, you said you weren't telling. that's right." She smiled and began to expand the energy to coat his hips and upper legs, but left his torso free of the invisible, smooth force.

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Afen felt her grip on her sword vanish, the blade buried in the man. She hadn't counted on that. As he threw the small dagger at her, she twisted to avoid it, only to have the thing sink deep into the muscle in her right shoulder. A scream tore from her lips, primal in essence and filled with pain. However, beneath that pain lay a second emotion: rage.

She lost control of her body, but she was still acutely aware of everything that happened from then onward, as if she were watching through her own eyes. the remains of her skin-shield, the layer of perforated psychic energy that coated her body, shone silver in what light came from the lights of the bar, sending flecks of light dancing through the air. Her eyes, instead of their telltale shimmer, now visibly glowed a brilliant, metallic white in color and to look at them was like looking at a lit light bulb. A savage snarl rippled from between her lips and she reached out, as if to grab her sword, though it was out of physical reach. The telekinesis saw to the distance between the metal-like stone of the hilt, gripping it with almost two tons of force per square inch. She tore the force back to her, ripping the sword from the man's body. It floated beside her, gripped by the shimmering phantasmal hand while other hands like the first blossomed around her. When she spoke, her voice had an unearthly echo to it.

"You overstep you bounds, Mr. Summers. Enjoy what pain you feel before I tear you apart, atom by atom."

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Afen several hands shot out to meet Kyle, all while Afen remained motionless. She rose into the air about a foot, buoyed on the psychic energies that surrounded her. Each phantom hand that flew at him grabbed at the spikes on his armor to slow him, not injure him. She smiled as the blades came closer and then, she looked to her right, directly at the sweeping blur that was her sword. It came in and neatly severed the first of his blades, stopping at second only to keep it from stabbing her. More hands rose from the pool of energy beneath her to scrabble and cover him, wrapping him slowly in a soft cocoon of energy quite unlike that which had smothered and killed the larger man.

"I told you Kyle, I'll give you the pain you desire. I know this secret of yours. Whiles out side you body, you bones protect you from harm. However, you cannot have bone both inside and outside your body at once. You only have one skeleton to play with, even if you can grow it so quickly." She tilted her head slightly, her tone of voice calm and collected, even friendly, though their was an undercurrent of such loathing, malice, and chill that, if made physical, would freeze the very air.