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Khay T'Uun

Khay T'Uun. Slave to the Greater Powers, Master of her own Domain- Entity of Chaos.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Khay-T-Uun

Description

And so She stands there
Shimmering, apart, yet Here
What does she look like?


Khay, as most know her, stands at any height she wishes- to a degree, and based on the dimensional stability of whatever zone she is in. Most often she will range between Five feet and Eight, and can only go as small as six inches and as large as seventeen- to do so is to involve herself in quite the ritual in either case, to be assured.

That said, it is one of a few variables in her appearance. Her figure is usually lithe, assuming she takes care of herself while in a physical realm- toned muscles and long, slender limbs. Her face is angular, with a sharp chin, and eyes that burn bright red, or simmer dull magenta. Full, oft quirked lips hide sharp teeth, pointed all with long fangs. Atop her head is a glorious mane of hair- long black hair in dreadlocks, or dark red hair let loose in waves.

Of course, most might assume her to be an abnormal human of strange posture and mutated features... without taking into consideration her extra set of arms, as dexterous and capable as her others, and the prehensile whip of a forked tail, black and scaled unlike the rest of her light brown flesh.

Ah, and one mustn't forget the third eye; but more on that later.


This is all of course assuming one of two things.
First would be that she chooses to show her true form- it is of course possible that she has chosen to appear, for some purpose, with only two arms and no tail. In such cases they are still there of course, just wrapped tight to her back and veiled in illusion.

The other would be that she is visible at all, or entirely- in places where the Warp, the Phase, the Shift- all such things are dampened, impossible- so too does she become less able to exist, at least as a visible, physical entity. The opposite can be true as well- in places where there is an overwhelming otherworldly or interdimensional presence, Khay may find it difficult to keep herself bound to the physical realm.



You see her stand there
You know her Physical looks
But what does she bear?


Khay clothes herself invariably in ankle length robes- open on the sides of the skirts to allow for easier movement- that range in colour from dark blues to bright reds, and tend towards kaleidoscopic patterns. For storage, she will usually keep several pouches and satchels bound by belts, around her waist and legs. She rarely has footwear or gloves or the like, unless she's going to some special function which demands the respect.

Around her head she wears a bandanna, much more uniform in appearance than the rest of her wardrobe- while the colour always matches, the pattern is simple, archaic, and bearing the symbol of an eye in the middle, over her forehead. Sometimes she wears jewelry- but of course this is tactically unsound, when it matters.

While she has several baubles and trinkets on her- she would consider herself a collector of interesting things- her armament is the most impressive and visible, provided she has not rendered it invisible.

- Chainsword of Mnirok: The most "conventional" weapon of Khay's arsenal, it is a motor operated weapon with a series of chain-bound, razor sharp teeth capable of rending through flesh, bone, and some armours with relative ease.

- Anira, The Flaying One: This simple looking straight blade holds many secrets, including a minor Demon of its own. Principle among its capabilities are that it is in fact also a Power sword- and thus is capable of operating as such, slashing through most materials by way of molecularly altering their hardness as it passes through.
Anira, as the Demon is called, can project a point defense shield- capable of blocking most projectiles and some forms of psionic projection. It can also enhance the blade's natural capabilities, as well as fire a projectile- but all of these things sap its energies, meaning that only so many uses can be achieved before the Demon must rest.

- The Cannon: Usually held in her lower two arms, The Cannon is a large rifle which fires rocket propelled, explosive-tipped projectiles. While not the actual size and damage of, say, an armoured tank's cannon, it is nevertheless quite effective at dealing with most threats, up to lightly armoured vehicles, at a range of up to a three hundred feet (variably accurate based on whether or not Khay is aiming well, of course.)



Body and weapons
Yet more, in her arsenal
What lurks in her mind?


To say Khay is a dangerous being even disarmed would be to severely underestimate her; Better to say that Khay augments her mind with physical accoutrements.
Khay is what one would call a Psion, Psyker, or Sorcerer. She uses several abilities that can be used for combat, or other purposes at times. Principle among them are the following;

- Teleportation. A signature ability of hers, it is often accompanied by a Vwoomp of some kind and a cloud of coloured smoke (when leaving.) This is interdimensional in nature, allowing transit between planes.

- Projectile Halting. A reactive ability, Khay can stop solid projectiles, up to the size of cannon shells, and numbering to about a score at a time. Of course, this can always fail, such is the fickle sensibility of the powers she serves.

- Conventional Forcefield. 'Conventional' in this case meaning 'Omni-effective.' This works in the same way as Projectile Halt, but is overall less effective and less reliable.

- Body veil. There are occasions- such as in the face of those who might particularly despise demonic or warp entities- where appearing as a toothy woman with four arms and a tail is surprisingly conspicuous. As a result, Khay has learned how to hide her second set of arms and her tail, alter her teeth, and make other such minor modifications to how she is perceived- rendering them invisible, if still perfectly able to be felt. Of course, touching an errant tail breaks the illusion immediately.
Khay will usually be in this muted form when first entering an unfamiliar area... just in case.

- Shapeshifting. While not so much an 'active' ability, it happens to be that when Khay transfers from one dimension to another, sometimes her actual dimensions change- most commonly only in an increase or decrease in size. Effectively, she has to teleport in order to change size (by transporting herself to a different dimension outside the physical plane, effectively), and then reappearing- in the same spot as she wishes, if that is possible at the time (and if she doesn't miss.)
The other way in which she can shapeshift is to take on her more proper Demonic appearance, which is... more or less limited to talons and clawed feet. Contrary to popular belief, she does not have a 'snout.'
As of yet, she has not bothered- or been capable perhaps- of altering her appearance in other ways.

- Mental lightning strike. The one ability Khay usually exhibits when removing her headband, and revealing her third eye. To the outsider, it appears as if Khay is simply looking at her target with her third eye, and shooting a bolt of powerful, psionic bio-lightning at them, often with painful- if not deadly- results. In fact this is precisely what is happening.

- Mind Reading/Altering. This is a tricky one; effectively speaking, Khay cannot read minds. Technically speaking however, Khay is able to enter minds, if she is given enough purchase to do so. Being an entity of alternate dimensions, one of those dimensions to which she has access happens to be the realm of the subconscious.
Basically, if someone is willing enough to trust her, then they may just be willing enough- subconsciously- to allow her to read and change their thoughts.

- Psionic Ventriloquism. The official name of what Khay does, which is basically throwing her voice wherever she wishes to with her mind. It might be said that this is in fact her only means of communicating, and that she moves her mouth to mimic it. Whatever the truth, she can also selectively allow certain people to hear her words (or selectively deny others from hearing them) when she so wishes, and if she's paying close enough attention to do so.



You know her powers
(Of course, provided she shows)
But how does she think?


Khay T'Uun is a curious creature by nature. She will often seek to make friends with others, although her true intentions behind each friendship are not entirely out in the open.

It can be said that she is a seeker of power; being what she is, she is always on the look out for fascinating artefacts, powerful individuals, and ancient legends. Khay may not always be up front and honest with what she wants or why she is in a place- in fact it's almost a guarantee that she will work in a way to not be honest whenever possible- but she seldom means to harm anyone, necessarily. She is also highly adverse to being harmed herself, especially if such harm has the potential of sending her back from whence she came- an impermanent situation to be sure, but never a pleasant one.

Khay tends to have a few different attitudes; Forward, Evasive, and Curious being principle among them.
When Khay is being forward, she will be much more direct about what she wants. She usually isn't going to be so forward unless she has a very obvious situational advantage, or feels owed enough that she can do so without feeling at risk.

Her Evasive personality is the second most common; after all, she is usually outgunned and dealing with creatures that, at least theoretically, are more powerful than her. It may be said that this is just a front, but either way Khay becomes very dodgy and tends to avoid giving direct answers to questions, instead opting for whatever she thinks might make the other party (or parties) happiest, or busy with one another.

Khay is very curious, however. She very much enjoys learning about others, so much so that she is willing to travel with, assist, or otherwise stick around with anyone she wants to learn about for very extensive periods of time- lifetimes, in some cases. Often this is accompanied by frequent questions, and, occasionally, offers.



At last you know Her
But her past is in shadow
What Perils await?


Being an entity of the Beyond, it is a matter of fact that Khay, sometimes, loses control of the less solid aspects she commands.

On occasion- hopefully uncommon- Khay may incidentally summon less popular effects from using her psionic abilities. These range from fairly simple and harmless things, such as a chilly breeze or distant screams on the wind, to less good like shattering glass in a radius or causing a burst of lightning to strike her (and those nearby), to the absolute worst; damaging the barriers between worlds, summoning unbound Demons, or worse.

So begins...

Khay T'Uun's Story

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She didn’t fit right in her body, with all that power crackling beneath her skin. Those dull orbs locked onto Khay’s mouth as she spoke the words, those teeth flashing. For some reason, though she had once been human, she was not afraid. In fact, calm seemed to come over her body, tension releasing from her shoulders as she blinked once, twice. It was like she was coming back into her body, instead of jumping from one shattered mind to the next.

The slight push at her mind would reveal utter chaos. The screams of those who were risen only to be brutally put down by the two people in the other graveyard in the woods. It was a buzz in her head, and she was in control of it. Just a single thought and one of the zombies moved, hurtling out of the way of the baton only to die a few moments later. A groan of pain slipped from Queen’s lips and it felt as though she would cry.

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Complete sympathy showed on Khay's face as she continued to draw closer. "Oh... your... friends? Children?" That wasn't entirely clear, but regardless, she was clearly caused an immense level of discomfort- pain, even- by the goings on... elsewhere.

Closer still, Khay offered a hand. "I am Khay... I can help you." It was true, she could; she might not be able to contend with two powerful foes, but if the power locked within this poor creature could be unleashed- and her purpose aligned to that goal- Well... there is a great deal that could be done.

"I can be your friend," Khay continued. She decided then to drop part of the veil which kept her true appearance hidden; camaraderie, or perhaps a glimpse of what Khay was, might help prove her intent. With one hand still extended to the little undead, and one propped on her hip, two more arms materialized- held behind her back it seemed, but with them now fully visible, they are crossed over her midsection. Strange company likes strange companions, sometimes.

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#, as written by Saken
The transformation of the woman in front of her to something completely otherworldly – extra limbs – had Queen relaxing even more. Though she could still hear the voices in her head, they seemed to be at a lower volume, especially since so many had died.

“Friend?” She repeated the word back to Khay, her head falling to the side, remnants of a personality that had been stolen by power. Friends, her rotting mind told her, could be good. Were useful, and could help.
A slight jerk of her head up and down displayed her decision. Yes, she wanted – needed – friends. Friends could help her, and since this woman – creature – looked nothing like the murderers miles away…
Queen’s lips tried to twist upwards into some semblance of a smile, showing off strong white teeth. “I would – I would – “

She couldn’t seem to think of the way to finish the sentence, to say she would love to be friends with the other woman. She gave a slight cough, still struggling to push out those syllables and, instead, managed to drool copious amounts of spit onto her shirt – which then started to burn, having been eaten away by the acid in her saliva. Though the clothing was tarnished and burnt, her skin suffered no ill effects to the acid that was dribbling down her cheek. She lifted a hand, wiped her mouth.
“Friend.”

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"Friend," Khay replies with a firm nod of her own- yes, friends! And as friends do, Khay elected to wipe some of the acidic saliva off of the girl's shirt and chest with one of her lower two hands; which turned out to be a bad idea. The burning sensation was immediate and troubling, though Khay elected not to show it on her face. Instead, she wiped the corrosive substance off on her own robe, down near her leg, where it would fester and dissolve on its own.

"I'll help you get yourself all taken care of," Khay eventually assures, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We'll start by securing your mind, and then, your friends... back there." She gestures idly in the direction that the undead had come from, where the battle presumably still ensued.

"May I get in your head, my friend?" Ultimately, Khay wanted to see what entity lay at the bottom of this fountain of energy; and link it to the powers that were roiling within. It probably wouldn't hurt to give a little power of her own... after all, one good turn deserves another, right?

The undead might feel Khay's mind, then, a powerful and solid entity to the masses of pained screams in the background- solid, yet filled with chaos and energy, tantalizing on the edge of thought.

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Mourning arrived on the cry of a rabbit fate-met with a snake, approaching the tea party as the python slithered away satisfied. It was a peculiar scene. Skeletons has no skin with which to grin, and yet here a tea party was in full effect. Mourning watched for a few moments from the shadows of their hood. Everything was made of bone. Mourning found this to be...

"Beautiful."

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The Great Ellarian Forest was massive, far too large for Echo's liking. She was tired, hungry, parched, and very irritable. Every so often she'd run into a cloud of biting insects and try as she might, Lugh proved ineffective at stopping them all. Several miles ago she had stepped in mud and lost her shoes; after an hour of searching through the mud, she was still unable to find them.

Seething, she was determined to find her way to the end of the woods. To that end, she found herself wandering a graveyard, stepping over graves with names long worn from their headstones. Echo's foot caught the root of a withered tree and her face quickly collided with the ground in front of her. "Wonderful." She lay facedown for a moment before collecting herself and standing up. Not far ahead was a table with people sitting around it.

Excited to have made some progress, she darted forward. Most of the table's inhabitants looked similar, except for one. Trying not to be rude, Echo snatched the tea out of one of the identical person's hands and then promptly shoved them out of their seat. Sitting down she took a long chug of the tea.

"Not bad." Finishing the tea, she continued, "Got any more?"

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Jenny smiled sweetly at the hooded figure as he approached. "Your right on time, it's half past nine, all my friends have waited. Now please come and sit, we have tea and biscuits, would you like jam or mint?"

The roughened individual who entered into the gathering, and shoved a body from it's chair, would soon find that body standing up straight, nothing but bones, dust, and the dapper suit of a gentlemen.

"I say," He spoke, no lungs to conjure voice, "I believe you've taken my seat, would you perhaps like my name as well?"

The skeletal figure would gesture to the table. There, carved in the old and half rotted wood, was a name. "Meriot John, a pleasure, or perhaps it should be well met? In either case is fine, but if Your to have my name and place, You know quite well I'll have yours in exchange"

For her part, Jenny simply giggled behind her hands, then poured another cup of tea for the pale womans pleasure. "And a hello to you to, my fleshy friend. Would you like some biscuits, 'ere before your end?"

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Waiting patiently, Echo watched with mild amusement as the skeleton stood next to her and began to speak; putting him out of his misery briefly crossed her mind but she dismissed the notion as soon as he mentioned taking his name. Her eyes hungrily darted to the table, where the name Meriot John was carved into the table. It wasn't the most cosmopolitan name, but she had gambled for worse; not to mention she was still lost if she didn't get her bearings here.

"You want my name in exchange?" As the small girl finished refilling her cup, Echo put the tea to her lips and began to sip at it while watching the skeleton of John. "Well, you already offered. So deal. No Takebacksies!" Upending the cup, she finished her drink with one large swallow before slamming the cup down on the table. "Your new name is Alice Alhazred. You were the daughter of the Mad Arab before his disappearance. In an effort to find him you ended up in the First World where you met the daughter of Lugh and lost a bet to her. Since then you've been stuck, going quite mad, as humans are wont to do when they lack a true name." As she spoke, one could almost see the words leaving her lips and floating through the air, coalescing around the skeleton. "Pleasure doing business, Alice."

Waving her hand over the table, the letters making up the name Meriot John slowly lifted off the table and floated into her hand; clasping her hand shut, the letters disappeared. "I'd love some biscuits," she chimed out in response to the girl's question. In excitement, she threw both her hands into the air, "John is the type of guy to never turn down biscuits!"

Turning her attention to the cloaked figure, she examined it as if noticing it for the first time. "Have we met somewhere? You look... familiar." Echo scoffed, "You probably just have one of those faces." Her attention snapped back to the tea party and deciding whether or not she enjoyed being Meriot John.

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"Perhaps," Mourning spoke with a voice like gravel, inching closer to the tea party of bone and peculiarity.

Perhaps if they had experienced death, or have ever been honored in the Shrine of Shrines, perhaps they would remember meeting the monk. Perhaps if they'd attended the Ball of Chaos, now a wisp of a memory lesser than a distant scream to Mourning, they would recognize the hooded figure.

Mourning did, in fact, have one of those faces. After so much time serving the darkness and tending to the worship of many, many gods, identity beyond the task was lost on Mourning. Mourning was exactly what they were. Beneath the hood the monk's face was the vision of distress. Deep lines and a brow furrowed at constant framed eyes wet with tears that would never and could never fall.

Because of this, Mourning was especially interested in the little name-trick the monk had just witnessed. It was true: humans without access to their true names and identity had a tendency towards insanity (and worse). There was a tickle of familiarity in the words No-Longer-Alice-But-Now-(probably)-Meriot-John spoke.

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Jenny smiled and provided a plate of biscuits for John's enjoyment, as Alice, now boney and dapper, took a seat in a chair across from her.

"Perhaps he's a friend from a time you've forgotten, a dream from some nap taken under Holly and Oak. Or maybe he's new, with bows and filigree, but I see no marks to authenticate his pedigree" She turned and tilted her head at the monk, knowing nothing of who he was or what career he made for himself.

The skeletons seated at the table all raised their cups in cheer, a silent eerie scream that echoed empty in the ears. The sounds of bone clattering against bone was the only sound to echoe beyond the words of those assembled.

"In any case, I say to you I claim my titles now. Jenny Uskglass, Lady of Lhitford, Waif of Trevantor, Daughter of Mab and Herne. I preside over this party, a celebration in justification of alliteration and in summation the greatest of tribulations given unto us"

She pauses, stifling her own giggling even as her more skeletal guests cackle and clatter in response.

"For today is my birth day, and though I know not which one it is, a fair time to enjoy the fine evening air of this beautiful garden suffices reason enough to be present." She then turns to look at Mourning.

"So welcome, dear sir, and enjoy. A chance like this cometh only so often"

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Mourning sighed, a birth day. Birth days were celebrations sometimes, and sometimes they were the same day as a different kind of celebration. The kind that had eyes wet in a different sort of way, and not from smiles.

The cloaked figure realized they didn't bring any presents. That was something that was done, at parties, for birth days. Presents. No matter, an easy fix.

From within their cloak, Mourning drew a glass vial. It swirled with a silvery liquid, one that changed to an inky black where it caught the light and glittered where it should have hosted shadows. Mourning turned it over in their hand. Inside, a tiny flower bloomed in dark smoke and wilted into a skull, before blooming back and wilting again, and again, and again, so quick that a blink would count it a missed sight and the memory would host it as hallucination.

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