Orokin Remnant (Discord Based RP Clan | Updated/Streamlined)

[Ash_of_Narmer]

37 minutes ago, Xoqo said:

Operator’s Name: Xoqo

 

Race: Orokin, Sectarus

 

Warframe: Excalibur and Frost Prime

 

Weapons: Soma Prime/Zhuge (The Zhuge allows Xoqo to quickly and silent dispatch large groups of weaker enemies in little time, while the Soma allows him to loudly hold back the hordes for his companions.) | Twin Grakatas (As if one pseudo-handheld-minigun isn’t enough, Xoqo wields two.) | Jaw Sword/Galatine (For Xoqo, when operating the Excalibur frame, both the feel of the sword as well as the potential brutality of its cut are important factors in choosing the proper tool for the job. As such, he opts for the Jaw Sword when piloting Excalibur. However, when operating Frost, Xoqo enjoys the ability of artfully cleaving apart his frozen enemies in a single swing, so the Galatine is an obvious choice for sating his thirst.)

 

Focus School: Xoqo was a student of the Madurai School, taking great pleasure in the art of the kill and the fear it can instill. For him, combat is a game of who can get the highest pile of mutilated corpses, and he enjoys in competing with his fellow operators in his deadly game.

 

Bio: Having been born to be the heir of a navigator’s ancestry, Xoqo’s father was a man of strong will and great ability to pilot on through whatever trouble was sent his way. He passed along to his son the secrets of navigation and interaction with the Cephalons, whom enthralled Xoqo. Curiosity was, and always will be, the outstanding trait of his family’s heritage. In fact, it was curiosity that set Xoqo, his father and his mother to take their place aboard the Zariman Ten-Zero, as this would be the father’s way of showing Xoqo was exactly it was that his family had been doing for generations.  Such would not come to pass. After the quake of the ship passed upon the jump-failure, to his horror, in the middle of their one room cabin, sprawled upon the floor of overturned and shattered furniture, Xoqo saw his father and mother turn on each other, fighting to the death. Neither one was victorious in their efforts; instead they turned their sights to him as he screamed and pleaded for them to stop. As they lunged for him, he rose his hands in defense, clenching his eyes shut, opening them to see nothing but a pile of dust as his feet. Life stopped for him in that moment, the tears that flowed down his cheeks numb to him. Then, after a moment, he came back to the reality before him: the banging on the cabin’s door and pleading for aid, the sound of final words, and the blood curdling screams. In that moment, he lost all feeling. His fists clenched as the banging stopped after a final plead, anger coursing through his body, the newfound power the Void gave him blocking out all other sounds except the chugging of his heart.

 

Xoqo found himself turned away by his family when he returned to Earth, despised for the heartless “murders” he committed. It was unclear whether the tally he racked up, according to his fellow survivors, was entirely in self-defense, or if he purposefully, maliciously ended the lives of those he came across with no intention to save lives, only take. Regardless, it was clear the boy was changed from the curious, open minded child he was once to a heartless, merciless “savior” and “hero”. Needless to say, he was a perfect candidate for Ballas’ Dark Tenno project, and more than a suiting student of the Madurai School. His brutality and fearlessness of death, as proven by his desire to see his enemy fall no matter the cost, might have earned him the privilege of operating Rhino; however, his accurate, elegant strikes seemed to be more of an art style when he committed his murderous art. Further, while his feet moved one step at a time, his mind moved two. As such, Excalibur was much more suitable for his unchained personality, but when his companions required him to focus on more humble tasks, Frost was found to effectively calm Xoqo’s mind and make him an emotionless executor of assigned tasks. Both were effective in his participation in the Fall of the Orokin.

 

Centuries later, Xoqo awoke upon an unknown ship, falling out of his cryo pod upon the hard floor. He remembered who he was and what he did in his younger years before the Fall, but memories of and after passed him by. However, he did remember one crucial thing: his newfound family.

Well written and thought out! Welcome aboard Tenno!

[Midnight_Runner]

 

Operator’s Name: “The Runner”(General/Tenno), Enna Rafuus(Grineer) Eppa Qataatiy(Corpus), Ella Rafaanis(Orokin/Tenno)

 

Race: Orokin

 

Warframe: Banshee Prime

 

Weapons: Sybaris Prime; A weapon with strangely only one horn on its right side in the shape of a blue three winged ornament, functioning just as a normal Sybaris Prime would. Her weapon appears to be masterfully crafted, care was the utmost importance of the smith as no flaws in its frame can be discerned and if there was, it would be well hidden by the similarly talented engravings lining the gun from stock to muzzle. One that appears inherently larger reads: “Songbird’s Staccato”. Where Orokin gold would frequent itself among Primes, this Sybaris’ metals is instead vined in a crystallized blue, much like her other weapons.|
Euphona Prime; Blanketed almost completely in pale cloth wrappings, her Euphona boasts a strange niche of ranged battles with devastating impact, her affinity for this weapon appears just as great as her Nikana. Beneath the wrappings, one can see a grey finish, along with flashes of the transpicuous blood red metals that would have been gold, or even its sisterly blues, showing itself as a unique variant of the crystal vines.|
Nikana Prime; A long kempt and used weapon, the blade boasts a three winged symbol along both faces, before a long, artistic inscription plays out orokin writing on each face, reading: “Her talons held in your hands”. A small flock of (somewhat tattered) feathers curiously hangs proudly as its sugatra from a crystal blue hilt, hued in beautiful Aurora colors of blues, greens, and violets, whilst a Gemini Surt-form sheathe shines furiously in a bright blue glow along its dark grey sheath, hiding the deadly talon within.|

 

Focus School: Madurai

 

Bio:

Her life before the Zariman event remains hidden behind a marring of anger, and violence that once controlled her; even the tight lips separate to no friend, not even the Strider she held dearest. Aside from her queerly short origin story of being born to a strange counting among high nobility, this is what many only know.

Among the many children placed in the Zariman, she was without the shelter of her parents, taken against her will to serve in its unknowing purpose. When the Void struck its malice upon the ship, she stood close to the other children to cope with the situation, offering a gentle hum to calm troubled minds. However later, after a series of rather harsh sessions involving transference and the combative lessons within the Warframes, her innocent views began to decay.

When the Infestation became strongly apparent during the Orokin Era, her first unfortunate task was to cleanse many of the recently perverted ships, and was amidst the first, and sadly, few to exit one of the many ill fated vessels during the initial attacks. The Runner’s time in each ship earned the respect of her fellow Tenno, and the birth of the Madurai Winds that carried her actions.

Of how quick her movements were, how reactive she was to each new threat without pausing, this endless torrent kept her alive; shrugging off deathly throes and engaging far faster than the enemy could react. News of her abilities gained notice of the Orokin themselves, who furthered her war of the Infestation with a better armory, and as time went on, it became more noticeable that she was changing; for her fellow Tenno, they couldn’t see it until it was too late.

She proved ever useful, until something precious broke in her mind and the Orokin punished her for reasons unbeknownst to all but the Council; to find hints as to why she became a silent, muted killer is only noted by the occasional headache.

When rebellion followed, she was dragged to the side that opposed the Orokin, where an encounter with her closest friend, The Strider, ended in a furious battle where she subsequently destroyed one of the horns of his Loki, incapacitating him with a grave wound. As society began to crumble with the current onslaught of the Infestation and the Sentients, she was of the first to enter cryo-stasis, against her will that is. Taking her rage out one last time, it is unknown as to what happened, but it obviously ended with the others forcing her into a long needed slumber.

Awoken in the imprisonment of the Grineer after the Collapse, and eventually escaping to the safety of the Lotus, she was given purpose to offer her still mute anger to aid the other awakened Tenno, with little more than her frame and a simple collection of weapons at the time, she bitterly agreed. But the Lotus’ untrustful actions and unacquainted secrets soon began to cause doubt.

She pressed on under her guidance, like a teacher, but never a mother. Helped by the honorable Arbiters of Hexis and the eventual reunion of an old friend, the now named Runner, as named from her reckless attitude to seemingly sprint into danger, set off in an effort to discover who she truly was. The Runner’s curiosity found herself within the wings of a Scimitar aboard an infested platform, and with these wings, clarity of the mind came faster.

Eventually, as time went on, The Runner slowly came to her senses, where a raging windstorm soon turned into an amiable breeze; yet, it was not until she found herself at the heart of the reservoir, discovered a lost past within an infested mass, and memories amidst the red rock and sands of Mars, where The Runner’s true self came to acknowledge the new era, finding peace within herself as the old anger died.

This was where she remembered her name: Ella.

Once more she turned back to the eternal conflict plaguing the System; where she found new friendship, she found new purpose, but noticed the strings the Lotus would tug upon her  and the other’s arms, steering peace away; the anger she had quelled was being deliberately awakened.

Making her choice, Ella cut the binding strings from the Lotus’s hand in search for deeper answers, ones that were not in the visions of her past; hopefully to end the conflict. After skimming the Solar Rails aimlessly, such as wind shall, a faint signal caught her attention, a piqued curiosity soon brought her to its source, the Orokin Remnant, and with it, a new breeze to glide upon.

 

 

[Ash_of_Narmer]

19 hours ago, The-Runner said:

 

 

Operator’s Name: “The Runner”(General/Tenno), Enna Rafuus(Grineer) Eppa Qataatiy(Corpus), Ella Rafaanis(Orokin/Tenno)

 

Race: Orokin

 

Warframe: Banshee Prime

 

Weapons: Sybaris Prime; A weapon with strangely only one horn on its right side in the shape of a blue three winged ornament, functioning just as a normal Sybaris Prime would. Her weapon appears to be masterfully crafted, care was the utmost importance of the smith as no flaws in its frame can be discerned and if there was, it would be well hidden by the similarly talented engravings lining the gun from stock to muzzle. One that appears inherently larger reads: “Songbird’s Staccato”. Where Orokin gold would frequent itself among Primes, this Sybaris’ metals is instead vined in a crystallized blue, much like her other weapons.|
Euphona Prime; Blanketed almost completely in pale cloth wrappings, her Euphona boasts a strange niche of ranged battles with devastating impact, her affinity for this weapon appears just as great as her Nikana. Beneath the wrappings, one can see a grey finish, along with flashes of the transpicuous blood red metals that would have been gold, or even its sisterly blues, showing itself as a unique variant of the crystal vines.|
Nikana Prime; A long kempt and used weapon, the blade boasts a three winged symbol along both faces, before a long, artistic inscription plays out orokin writing on each face, reading: “Her talons held in your hands”. A small flock of (somewhat tattered) feathers curiously hangs proudly as its sugatra from a crystal blue hilt, hued in beautiful Aurora colors of blues, greens, and violets, whilst a Gemini Surt-form sheathe shines furiously in a bright blue glow along its dark grey sheath, hiding the deadly talon within.|

 

Focus School: Madurai

 

Bio:

Her life before the Zariman event remains hidden behind a marring of anger, and violence that once controlled her; even the tight lips separate to no friend, not even the Strider she held dearest. Aside from her queerly short origin story of being born to a strange counting among high nobility, this is what many only know.

Among the many children placed in the Zariman, she was without the shelter of her parents, taken against her will to serve in its unknowing purpose. When the Void struck its malice upon the ship, she stood close to the other children to cope with the situation, offering a gentle hum to calm troubled minds. However later, after a series of rather harsh sessions involving transference and the combative lessons within the Warframes, her innocent views began to decay.

When the Infestation became strongly apparent during the Orokin Era, her first unfortunate task was to cleanse many of the recently perverted ships, and was amidst the first, and sadly, few to exit one of the many ill fated vessels during the initial attacks. The Runner’s time in each ship earned the respect of her fellow Tenno, and the birth of the Madurai Winds that carried her actions.

Of how quick her movements were, how reactive she was to each new threat without pausing, this endless torrent kept her alive; shrugging off deathly throes and engaging far faster than the enemy could react. News of her abilities gained notice of the Orokin themselves, who furthered her war of the Infestation with a better armory, and as time went on, it became more noticeable that she was changing; for her fellow Tenno, they couldn’t see it until it was too late.

She proved ever useful, until something precious broke in her mind and the Orokin punished her for reasons unbeknownst to all but the Council; to find hints as to why she became a silent, muted killer is only noted by the occasional headache.

When rebellion followed, she was dragged to the side that opposed the Orokin, where an encounter with her closest friend, The Strider, ended in a furious battle where she subsequently destroyed one of the horns of his Loki, incapacitating him with a grave wound. As society began to crumble with the current onslaught of the Infestation and the Sentients, she was of the first to enter cryo-stasis, against her will that is. Taking her rage out one last time, it is unknown as to what happened, but it obviously ended with the others forcing her into a long needed slumber.

Awoken in the imprisonment of the Grineer after the Collapse, and eventually escaping to the safety of the Lotus, she was given purpose to offer her still mute anger to aid the other awakened Tenno, with little more than her frame and a simple collection of weapons at the time, she bitterly agreed. But the Lotus’ untrustful actions and unacquainted secrets soon began to cause doubt.

She pressed on under her guidance, like a teacher, but never a mother. Helped by the honorable Arbiters of Hexis and the eventual reunion of an old friend, the now named Runner, as named from her reckless attitude to seemingly sprint into danger, set off in an effort to discover who she truly was. The Runner’s curiosity found herself within the wings of a Scimitar aboard an infested platform, and with these wings, clarity of the mind came faster.

Eventually, as time went on, The Runner slowly came to her senses, where a raging windstorm soon turned into an amiable breeze; yet, it was not until she found herself at the heart of the reservoir, discovered a lost past within an infested mass, and memories amidst the red rock and sands of Mars, where The Runner’s true self came to acknowledge the new era, finding peace within herself as the old anger died.

This was where she remembered her name: Ella.

Once more she turned back to the eternal conflict plaguing the System; where she found new friendship, she found new purpose, but noticed the strings the Lotus would tug upon her  and the other’s arms, steering peace away; the anger she had quelled was being deliberately awakened.

Making her choice, Ella cut the binding strings from the Lotus’s hand in search for deeper answers, ones that were not in the visions of her past; hopefully to end the conflict. After skimming the Solar Rails aimlessly, such as wind shall, a faint signal caught her attention, a piqued curiosity soon brought her to its source, the Orokin Remnant, and with it, a new breeze to glide upon.

 

 

This was a fun read! I'm very interested to see how things with Lekalis and the Runner play out among the Remnant's ranks! Welcome aboard.
Message me on Discord @ TacticianMatt#1582 and I'll get you in the loop.

[Sunshine_159]

Operator’s Name: Locke, the final Proctor

 

Race: Orokin

 

Warframes:  Harrow / Oberon

 

Weapons: Vectis Prime, Ferrox | Akmagnus (Truth & Deliverance) | Silva & Aegis Prime

 

Focus School: Unairu

 

Bio: Born to Orokin Nobility Yackob lived lavishly. As a child he attended parties, learned dance and music, he even gained aptitude as a rifleman by joining his father on safari. Then his life changed when it was discovered that his father, Yackob III, was head of a crime syndicate that took advantage of the lower class Orokin for his own personal gain. Soon thereafter, when the evidence was concreted he was dragged away by Dax guards. As the child looked on his father called back “it was all for you son, I did everything so you could live a better life than I!” A trial was held where his father tried to plea innocent but the evidence was simply too insurmountable. Instead of executing him there they decided that for his crimes he would be sent to the hall of Tribunal, there if he were innocent he would be sparred and could live out his life as if nothing had happened. Weeks passed and his father had not returned, most of his wealth was lost to the Orokin Court. Now one with the many lower classes Yackob tried to get by living in the streets, when an opportunity arrived for him to be on board the Zariman Ten Zero he took it, just to be away from the memories of a different life.

            As a Tenno Yackob had very little skill, however one thing his father had given him was his saving grace, he has incredible accuracy and could sit in a location for days at a time if need be. During this time he was mostly alone, either covering an extraction sight of waiting for a target to arrive. Then another interesting opportunity presented itself, the thirty-second Proctor of Tribunal had passed away, Yackob with his indifference to company and keen eye was a perfect fit, he became the thirty-third Proctor.

            The hall of Tribunal lies somewhere in the edge of the Origin Galaxy the only entrance a Void gate. Its purpose was for those who were found guilty of crime warranting execution, but still claimed innocence. Such people would be left there and should they overcome the 13 trial within than they are innocent and would be free. The job of the Proctor is simple, wait for a person to enter, explain to them the rules of their imprisonment, and watch as they try and fail to overcome the trials. A Proctor of Tribunal needs not their life before. It was in the grand entrance hall where Yackob took the name of the first Proctor of Tribunal, Locke.

            “Man is fallible, however truth exists. This hall was created neither by man, or beast. If you are innocent then you shall overcome the trials and be free. This is a truth. If you are guilty then you shall perish here for your transgressions. This is also a truth. I shall act as your guide until you sentence falls, neither help nor hinder, simply observe and explain. For man is not alone. This is a truth.” Locke spoke the words to the man in front of him, as he had too many other people. The man claimed to be an Executor, this mattered not to Locke. All that mattered was Tribunal. The man scoffed exclaiming that the hall of Tribunal had to be fallible as well since it was made by man. He returned to the gate device and began trying to force open a gate to anywhere. The “Executor” had failed the first test, Locke decided on a whim to spare him the agony that awaited those who tampered with the hall’s devices and fired a single round from the end of the large ceremonial staff he held into the back of the man. The Guilty’s body was to be left as proof of the hall’s promise. Locke placed a small candle on an alter that stood beside the gate, lit it with a torch from the wall and then returned to his position in front of the gate awaiting the next to be tried.

            Days turned into years as Locke waited, as solemn and stationary as a statue, yet no more came to be tried. Until at once the gate opened and a Tenno, a warframe, entered the hall. Locke was confused. Never before had someone entered armed with weapons, let alone a warframe. The Tenno spoke of a mission from the Lotus to uncover a lost Orokin temple. Had a mistake been made, for the Tenno was not here to be tried. No matter, the hall has one purpose, if the Tenno is innocent he shall be freed from this place. Locke explained the hall as he had many times before and followed as the Tenno cleared trial after trial until at last he came to the 13^th trial. Farther than anyone before him had come. Locke and the Tenno stood before a large golden sphere, inside was a key that would open the gate and allow innocents to leave this place. The Tenno solved the riddle and overcame the 13^th trial of Tribunal. The sphere opened, but was barren inside, there was no key, there was no freedom, there was no truth… The Tenno ripe with anger at this betrayal attacked Locke believing he was the only way out. Locke struck down the Tenno. An action, not of Tribunal, but for his own survival, when the warframe collapsed there was a searing pain in Locke’s head, some divine punishment perhaps, when it subsided the hall was in ruins, Locke took the warframe and the two pistols it carried, and returned to the entrance hall. The gate was open, but not because the Tenno had cleared the trials, but because more Tenno of the “Lotus” were entering to help their missing friend. Locke left the hall of Tribunal with them. Now aboard one of their ships heading towards the Orcus Relay Locke heard a broken message playing through the scanner. It was a warning about the Lotus, and a location.

[Ash_of_Narmer]

2 hours ago, AnarchyBlade said:

Operator’s Name: Locke, the final Proctor

 

Race: Orokin

 

Warframes:  Harrow / Oberon

 

Weapons: Vectis Prime, Ferrox | Akmagnus (Truth & Deliverance) | Silva & Aegis Prime

 

Focus School: Unairu

 

Bio: Born to Orokin Nobility Yackob lived lavishly. As a child he attended parties, learned dance and music, he even gained aptitude as a rifleman by joining his father on safari. Then his life changed when it was discovered that his father, Yackob III, was head of a crime syndicate that took advantage of the lower class Orokin for his own personal gain. Soon thereafter, when the evidence was concreted he was dragged away by Dax guards. As the child looked on his father called back “it was all for you son, I did everything so you could live a better life than I!” A trial was held where his father tried to plea innocent but the evidence was simply too insurmountable. Instead of executing him there they decided that for his crimes he would be sent to the hall of Tribunal, there if he were innocent he would be sparred and could live out his life as if nothing had happened. Weeks passed and his father had not returned, most of his wealth was lost to the Orokin Court. Now one with the many lower classes Yackob tried to get by living in the streets, when an opportunity arrived for him to be on board the Zariman Ten Zero he took it, just to be away from the memories of a different life.

            As a Tenno Yackob had very little skill, however one thing his father had given him was his saving grace, he has incredible accuracy and could sit in a location for days at a time if need be. During this time he was mostly alone, either covering an extraction sight of waiting for a target to arrive. Then another interesting opportunity presented itself, the thirty-second Proctor of Tribunal had passed away, Yackob with his indifference to company and keen eye was a perfect fit, he became the thirty-third Proctor.

            The hall of Tribunal lies somewhere in the edge of the Origin Galaxy the only entrance a Void gate. Its purpose was for those who were found guilty of crime warranting execution, but still claimed innocence. Such people would be left there and should they overcome the 13 trial within than they are innocent and would be free. The job of the Proctor is simple, wait for a person to enter, explain to them the rules of their imprisonment, and watch as they try and fail to overcome the trials. A Proctor of Tribunal needs not their life before. It was in the grand entrance hall where Yackob took the name of the first Proctor of Tribunal, Locke.

            “Man is fallible, however truth exists. This hall was created neither by man, or beast. If you are innocent then you shall overcome the trials and be free. This is a truth. If you are guilty then you shall perish here for your transgressions. This is also a truth. I shall act as your guide until you sentence falls, neither help nor hinder, simply observe and explain. For man is not alone. This is a truth.” Locke spoke the words to the man in front of him, as he had too many other people. The man claimed to be an Executor, this mattered not to Locke. All that mattered was Tribunal. The man scoffed exclaiming that the hall of Tribunal had to be fallible as well since it was made by man. He returned to the gate device and began trying to force open a gate to anywhere. The “Executor” had failed the first test, Locke decided on a whim to spare him the agony that awaited those who tampered with the hall’s devices and fired a single round from the end of the large ceremonial staff he held into the back of the man. The Guilty’s body was to be left as proof of the hall’s promise. Locke placed a small candle on an alter that stood beside the gate, lit it with a torch from the wall and then returned to his position in front of the gate awaiting the next to be tried.

            Days turned into years as Locke waited, as solemn and stationary as a statue, yet no more came to be tried. Until at once the gate opened and a Tenno, a warframe, entered the hall. Locke was confused. Never before had someone entered armed with weapons, let alone a warframe. The Tenno spoke of a mission from the Lotus to uncover a lost Orokin temple. Had a mistake been made, for the Tenno was not here to be tried. No matter, the hall has one purpose, if the Tenno is innocent he shall be freed from this place. Locke explained the hall as he had many times before and followed as the Tenno cleared trial after trial until at last he came to the 13^th trial. Farther than anyone before him had come. Locke and the Tenno stood before a large golden sphere, inside was a key that would open the gate and allow innocents to leave this place. The Tenno solved the riddle and overcame the 13^th trial of Tribunal. The sphere opened, but was barren inside, there was no key, there was no freedom, there was no truth… The Tenno ripe with anger at this betrayal attacked Locke believing he was the only way out. Locke struck down the Tenno. An action, not of Tribunal, but for his own survival, when the warframe collapsed there was a searing pain in Locke’s head, some divine punishment perhaps, when it subsided the hall was in ruins, Locke took the warframe and the two pistols it carried, and returned to the entrance hall. The gate was open, but not because the Tenno had cleared the trials, but because more Tenno of the “Lotus” were entering to help their missing friend. Locke left the hall of Tribunal with them. Now aboard one of their ships heading towards the Orcus Relay Locke heard a broken message playing through the scanner. It was a warning about the Lotus, and a location.

Welcome home Tenno! We look forward to meeting you.

[Zord300]

Operator’s Name: Corvus Sangri

Race: Orokin

Warframe: Harrow

Weapons: Scourge: His loyal speargun that brought many years of death to everyone who came to face the business end of it. Plus, it saved his life in many battles.
Spira Prime: Those swirling blades will burrow deep within enemy’s skull to let The Void in. Dispatching enemies quickly and precisely - it was the best tool for the job. Besides, Corvus didn’t liked using guns much, preferring less noisy weapons.
Tonbo: The first melee weapon that Corvus was comfortable with. Used by him during the Old War and after, against Sentients, Infested and Orokin alike, it gathered a lot of dents but didn’t lost its sharpness.
Rakta Dark Dagger: That blade was taken by Corvus sometime after his awakening from the body of one of the Red Veil agents. Although he hated that group of fanatics, he was forced to admire how well it suited his own style.
 

Focus School: Zenurik

Bio: Corvus was born in the family of Orokin Scientists. He had a happy life before incident on Zariman, was loved and well-educated. The only problem was that he preferred loneliness to company of his peers. He had friends, like Mataeru, with whom he met with through their mother’s common passion - biochemistry. But in the end he was alone when the Void started its rampage.

The Void treated Corvus unlike most of the children. He was overcharged with its energy, demonstrating aptitude over what's gonna be called Zenurik focus school. But with energy and power came the Voices. Whispers. Screams. Words. One would become mad after hearing what Corvus heard and did to stay alive among the mad adults… among his family. But by some miracle… He didn’t. At least it was not noticed by anyone, until later in life.

Voices led him to group with which Mataeru was. He was accepted in that group of surviving kids without any question. They all were family now, touched by the Void. Broken and fixed at the same time.

Margulis was like another mother to Corvus. He developed his powers under her guide. He loved her. The Voices fell silent since she found them. But without them he felt some sort of emptiness. So he experimented with his powers in search of anything that would reestablish that connection. He allowed the Void energy to flow freely through him, collecting it at increased rates. But the voices returned on their own… when Margulis was executed.
In that moment Corvus understood - only the Void will watch over the Tenno eternally. Watch over Him eternally. For a time his purpose will be defined by others, but his devotion will be only to the thing...entity that made him special. Because among the returned voices...there was new one...familiar one.

Corvus, along with several other Tenno(Mataeru included) was chosen by Ballas to become one of the Dark Tenno. And he fell right into that. His Harrow, dressed in black and white provided sustenance to his brothers and sisters during their missions. And when he killed...he always whispered something to the victim's ear. Something that made them fear death from his hands more than anything else.

Corvus obviously hated the Orokin Empire. They killed Margulis. They left Tenno without the one who loved them. He found that many of his brothers and sisters were of the same mindset. He found that hatred even within Ballas. He shared some talks about her with him. They all were bound by same oaths and couldn't do anything about Orokin Empire...yet.

Until The Collapse happened. It was like a storm of rage and bloodshed. Corvus was there when it started. This was the vengeance he so desired, that complete and utter domination of Tenno. He himself searched for the Seven in order to pass judgement on them. No one knows if he found them. During that “cleansing” he was seen leading a small group of Tenno chanting something about the “will of the Void”.

When Collapse ended, he was recalled to the secret base on Lua with the rest of Dark Tenno. There was one question that was buffing him: Where was Ballas during that massacre, and where is he now? Did he get his own revenge, killing those responsible for the death of Margulis? Perhaps he knew where to look for them… Or maybe he was killed by some group of Tenno? No, that’s not it. Corvus knew that Ballas was the best of the Executors. He couldn’t be killed by normal means. So he went to cryostasis with calm heart, knowing that Orokin Empire of the Past will no longer take anyone’s mother from her child and vice versa.

When he woke up… centuries passed. New threats arisen. The Void was screaming for her “children”. The darkness loomed over the system once again. So the Dark Tenno became Orokin Remnants. His friends, his family now was working for the best cause possible.And Corvus took on himself the mission to spread the true words about the Void, to protect innocent and purge the guilty, and to find some other, more peaceful purpose for the Tenno. He knew that Mataeru will bring them to peace.

There was also the mission that he kept to himself - to find anything that remains from their old master... their Father.

[Ash_of_Narmer]

4 hours ago, Zord300 said:

 

Operator’s Name: Corvus Sangri

Race: Orokin

Warframe: Harrow

Weapons: Scourge: His loyal speargun that brought many years of death to everyone who came to face the business end of it. Plus, it saved his life in many battles.
Spira Prime: Those swirling blades will burrow deep within enemy’s skull to let The Void in. Dispatching enemies quickly and precisely - it was the best tool for the job. Besides, Corvus didn’t liked using guns much, preferring less noisy weapons.
Tonbo: The first melee weapon that Corvus was comfortable with. Used by him during the Old War and after, against Sentients, Infested and Orokin alike, it gathered a lot of dents but didn’t lost its sharpness.
Rakta Dark Dagger: That blade was taken by Corvus sometime after his awakening from the body of one of the Red Veil agents. Although he hated that group of fanatics, he was forced to admire how well it suited his own style.
 

Focus School: Zenurik

Bio: Corvus was born in the family of Orokin Scientists. He had a happy life before incident on Zariman, was loved and well-educated. The only problem was that he preferred loneliness to company of his peers. He had friends, like Mataeru, with whom he met with through their mother’s common passion - biochemistry. But in the end he was alone when the Void started its rampage.

The Void treated Corvus unlike most of the children. He was overcharged with its energy, demonstrating aptitude over what's gonna be called Zenurik focus school. But with energy and power came the Voices. Whispers. Screams. Words. One would become mad after hearing what Corvus heard and did to stay alive among the mad adults… among his family. But by some miracle… He didn’t. At least it was not noticed by anyone, until later in life.

Voices led him to group with which Mataeru was. He was accepted in that group of surviving kids without any question. They all were family now, touched by the Void. Broken and fixed at the same time.

Margulis was like another mother to Corvus. He developed his powers under her guide. He loved her. The Voices fell silent since she found them. But without them he felt some sort of emptiness. So he experimented with his powers in search of anything that would reestablish that connection. He allowed the Void energy to flow freely through him, collecting it at increased rates. But the voices returned on their own… when Margulis was executed.
In that moment Corvus understood - only the Void will watch over the Tenno eternally. Watch over Him eternally. For a time his purpose will be defined by others, but his devotion will be only to the thing...entity that made him special. Because among the returned voices...there was new one...familiar one.

Corvus, along with several other Tenno(Mataeru included) was chosen by Ballas to become one of the Dark Tenno. And he fell right into that. His Harrow, dressed in black and white provided sustenance to his brothers and sisters during their missions. And when he killed...he always whispered something to the victim's ear. Something that made them fear death from his hands more than anything else.

Corvus obviously hated the Orokin Empire. They killed Margulis. They left Tenno without the one who loved them. He found that many of his brothers and sisters were of the same mindset. He found that hatred even within Ballas. He shared some talks about her with him. They all were bound by same oaths and couldn't do anything about Orokin Empire...yet.

Until The Collapse happened. It was like a storm of rage and bloodshed. Corvus was there when it started. This was the vengeance he so desired, that complete and utter domination of Tenno. He himself searched for the Seven in order to pass judgement on them. No one knows if he found them. During that “cleansing” he was seen leading a small group of Tenno chanting something about the “will of the Void”.

When Collapse ended, he was recalled to the secret base on Lua with the rest of Dark Tenno. There was one question that was buffing him: Where was Ballas during that massacre, and where is he now? Did he get his own revenge, killing those responsible for the death of Margulis? Perhaps he knew where to look for them… Or maybe he was killed by some group of Tenno? No, that’s not it. Corvus knew that Ballas was the best of the Executors. He couldn’t be killed by normal means. So he went to cryostasis with calm heart, knowing that Orokin Empire of the Past will no longer take anyone’s mother from her child and vice versa.

When he woke up… centuries passed. New threats arisen. The Void was screaming for her “children”. The darkness loomed over the system once again. So the Dark Tenno became Orokin Remnants. His friends, his family now was working for the best cause possible.And Corvus took on himself the mission to spread the true words about the Void, to protect innocent and purge the guilty, and to find some other, more peaceful purpose for the Tenno. He knew that Mataeru will bring them to peace.

There was also the mission that he kept to himself - to find anything that remains from their old master... their Father.

I very much enjoyed this read. You're in Tenno!

[Aridum]

Operator: Aridum Mise

Race: Orokin

Warframe: Harrow and Oberon (For they support their teammates and rather slay their prey with pride than to mindlessly kill them like a berserker)

Weapons Sybaris Prime (For its elegance and accuracy, Aridum will never miss) AK-Stilettos Prime (Aridum always favored dual pistols, these just sweetened the deal) Silva & Aegis Prime (The balance between offense and defense)

Focus School: Officially, Aridum was a student of Zenurik. Working in the shadows at some points, yet taking foes head-on sometimes. But Aridum does not let this define him. He has dabbled in all schools of The Tenno so he will truly be able to dominate the enemy.

Bio: Aridum was a simple boy of the Orokin Empire. He got straight As during school, took martial arts, and dabbled on the mandachord sometimes. His mother, a smart and caring engineer, and father, a bio-engineer, were quite proud of their only child. So very proud

When of the few things I don't remember for days old was how I and my family embarked upon The Zariman Ten-Zero.But I am sure you are aware of what happened upon that ship, the transformation, the twisting... the bloodshed... I will speak no more of the subject.

I wanted to make my mother and father proud, that is all. I wanted to live a normal a pleasing life. In the many months of questions, experiments, and therapy I fell into a deep hole of depression and grief. And then Margulis found me, she found all of us. She introduced me to the ways Zenurik. She was smart and caring... like his mother, his real mother. He wanted to make her proud. He learned the way of Zenurik to ultimate completion and dipped in each other schools but never fully completed them. After that, he became one of the quickest to ever master transference and the ways of his 2 warframes Harrow and Oberon. He made his Empire proud, and most importantly, he made Margulis proud.

The Old War, as we call it nowadays, was at its hight! The Sentient have taken the majority of The Origin System, and they were simply swarming over the gas planets. We didn't have as much defense as the rockies. Millions of Tenno have given their Warframes for this war, The Orokin were throwing us like darts hoping one of us got a bullseye. They didn't care about us. Still, we did our duty. We took back several Solar Rails, we saved billions and drove The Sentient to The Moon, and that was that. We served our duty, time to die.

The Seven feared us, they feared the power we wield. We could've overthrown The Empire at any time, but we didn't. We died for them, instead of with a ceremony they "protect" themselves from us stabbing them in the back by stabbing us in the back. They almost shut the entire Warframe project down. They probably did, I'm not sure. The last thing I remember of old is me in my cradle, almost ready to enter transference. She was making a few cradle modifications, the computer screen listed a few lines of code behind her. "Good night, my sweet angel." The cradle doors started to close, she smiled. But not a truly happy smile, the kind of smiles you use to hide the tears behind your face when you truly love someone. When you love someone enough to lie to their own face. The Cradle Doors closed, I grew colder and colder... and colder... and that's where now begins.

I later figured out what happened while I was in The Second Dream. What happened to Margulis, how The Lotus lied to us after all this time, The Grineer Queens and their Continuity... I know it all! But there is still much to be learned. I have finished learning the way of all 5 Schools. I have mastered my 2 warframes and weapons. Now it's time for me to find my own answers.I do not make The Lotus proud, not my tenno brothers, not my parents, not even Margulis... I make myself proud. I make Aridum Mise proud.

Edited October 2, 2017 by Sensai0203
Got some bits and pieces of the story wrong

[Ash_of_Narmer]

On 9/26/2017 at 9:58 PM, Sensai0203 said:

Operator: Aridum Mise

Race: Orokin

Warframe: Harrow and Oberon (For they support their teammates and rather slay their prey with pride than to mindlessly kill them like a berserker)

Weapons Sybaris Prime (For its elegance and accuracy, Aridum will never miss) AK-Stilettos Prime (Aridum always favored dual pistols, these just sweetened the deal) Silva & Aegis Prime (The balance between offense and defense)

Focus School: Officially, Aridum was a student of Zenurik. Working in the shadows at some points, yet taking foes head-on sometimes. But Aridum does not let this define him. He has dabbled in all schools of The Tenno so he will truly be able to dominate the enemy.

Bio: Aridum was a simple boy of the Orokin Empire. He got straight As during school, took martial arts, and dabbled on the mandachord sometimes. His mother, a smart and caring engineer, and father, a bio-engineer, were quite proud of their only child. So proud, they wanted to take part of history and embark upon The Zariman Ten-Zero. I am sure you are aware of what happened upon that ship, the transformation, the twisting... the bloodshed... I will speak no more of the subject.

I wanted to make my mother and father proud, that is all. I wanted to live a normal a pleasing life. In the many months of questions, experiments, and therapy I fell into a deep hole of depression and grief. And then Margulis found me, she found all of us. She introduced me to the ways Zenurik. She was smart and caring... like his mother, his real mother. He wanted to make her proud. He learned the way of Zenurik to ultimate completion and dipped in each other schools but never fully completed them. After that, he became one of the quickest to ever master transference and the ways of his 2 warframes Harrow and Oberon. He made his Empire proud, and most importantly, he made Margulis proud.

The Old War, as we call it nowadays, was at its hight! The Sentient have taken the majority of The Origin System, and they were simply swarming over the gas planets. We didn't have as much defense as the rockies. Millions of Tenno have given their Warframes for this war, The Orokin were throwing us like darts hoping one of us got a bullseye. They didn't care about us. By that time, we've already been introduced to The Lotus. A woman from the stars appear to our aid, I still don't. But she did provide us useful information. She helped us take back several Solar Rails, we saved billions and lowered the bloodshed. We drove the last of The Sentient to The Moon and that was that. We served our duty, time to die.

The Seven feared us, they feared the power we wield. We could've overthrown The Empire at any time, but we didn't. We died for them, instead of with a ceremony they "protect" themselves from us stabbing them in the back by stabbing us in the back. They almost shut the entire Warframe project down. They probably did, I'm not sure. The last thing I remember of old is me in my cradle, almost ready to enter transference. She was making a few cradle modifications, the computer screen listed a few lines of code behind her. "Good night, my sweet angel." The cradle doors started to close, she smiled. But not a truly happy smile, the kind of smiles you use to hide the tears behind your face when you truly love someone. The Lotus stood behind her. The Cradle Doors closed, I grew colder and colder... and colder... and that's where now begins.

I later figured out what happened while I was in The Second Dream. What happened to Margulis, how The Lotus lied to us after all this time, The Grineer Queens and their Continuity... I know it all! But there is still much to be learned. I have finished learning the way of all 5 Schools. I have mastered my 2 warframes and weapons. Now it's time for me to find my own answers.I do not make The Lotus proud, not my tenno brothers, not my parents, not even Margulis... I make myself proud. I make Aridum Mise proud.

This is an Interesting bio! @Sensai0203! However, some of your lore concepts are off, unless this was intentional.

Message me in discord and we discuss you joining from there! 

TacticianMatt#5248

[Flynxa]

Operator’s Name: Flynxa 
Race: Orokin 
Warframe(s): Saryn Prime/Trinity Prime/Ember Prime/Nova Prime 
Weapons: Sybaris Prime: She prefers the quick short bursts to full auto. It allows her to aim but still fire quickly and keep things under her control without wasting ammo.| Bo Prime: While Flynxa uses multiple melee weapons, she obviously prefers the simple staff more than others. 
Focus School: Naramon 
Bio: Darkness. Cold. She hadn't felt this cold since she was first unearthed. Her initial pod containing her first warframe, an ember, had been uncovered on Pluto a long time ago by the corpus. She had been rescued by a different clan. She was lost. Disoriented. They initially helped her to her feet, helping her adjust to things. Assisting her in freeing her operator from Luna. She stayed there. Working as an assistant for one of the scientists. That was till she discovered how.. Broken and dishonest the clan was. There was infighting. Backstabbing. No honor at all among them. The main leadership of the clan had broken up, Flynxa leaving with the scientist she was working for. The woman turned abusive, cut off from everyone else. She'd start doing riskier experiments. And then, while Flynxa was away clearing a base? Silence. The one other Tenno she kept in contact with - gone. And just like that. She was alone again. She spent time drifting from place to place till a signal came in. A group. More people. People, hopefully, not like the others. A chance.

[Ash_of_Narmer]

23 hours ago, Flynxa said:

Operator’s Name: Flynxa 
Race: Orokin 
Warframe(s): Saryn Prime/Trinity Prime/Ember Prime/Nova Prime 
Weapons: Sybaris Prime: She prefers the quick short bursts to full auto. It allows her to aim but still fire quickly and keep things under her control without wasting ammo.| Bo Prime: While Flynxa uses multiple melee weapons, she obviously prefers the simple staff more than others. 
Focus School: Naramon 
Bio: Darkness. Cold. She hadn't felt this cold since she was first unearthed. Her initial pod containing her first warframe, an ember, had been uncovered on Pluto a long time ago by the corpus. She had been rescued by a different clan. She was lost. Disoriented. They initially helped her to her feet, helping her adjust to things. Assisting her in freeing her operator from Luna. She stayed there. Working as an assistant for one of the scientists. That was till she discovered how.. Broken and dishonest the clan was. There was infighting. Backstabbing. No honor at all among them. The main leadership of the clan had broken up, Flynxa leaving with the scientist she was working for. The woman turned abusive, cut off from everyone else. She'd start doing riskier experiments. And then, while Flynxa was away clearing a base? Silence. The one other Tenno she kept in contact with - gone. And just like that. She was alone again. She spent time drifting from place to place till a signal came in. A group. More people. People, hopefully, not like the others. A chance.

Welcome to the Remnant Tenno! We look forward to your assistance.

 

[Ember16]

Operator: Calia Aloysus

 

Race: Corpus

 

Warframe: 

Valkyr Prime - A warrior's frame, Valkyrie was the golden death, slaughtering friend and foe alike in maddening dance to the Emperor.

 

Weapons: 

Soma Prime 
“If you can't hit a foe with a hundred bullets then there is nothing for me to teach you”’ -Dax Instructor 

-- 

Bronco Prime 
“13 whereabouts unknown, 265 killed by Enemy, 45 killed by friendlies, 10 killed by Bronco misfire…” -Casualty Reports, Battle of Tagashou 

--

Nikana Prime
“You receive this blade for your success and you will fall on it for your failure” -Orokin Saying

 

Focus: Unairu

 

Bio:

‘Born’ (if one can call it such in those days) to a well-off corpus family on mars, Calia had a childhood of comparative ease before she was whisked away by Dax warriors. Her memories of the time were of bright blue skies, a light wind and perfect sunrises that her father told her were almost exactly like those their ancestors had known on Old Er.

Not that it particularly mattered, all of that was gone soon enough.

She, like so many other children, was taken from her parents and turned into a twisted monster to fight even worse monsters. She was stripped of herself, body, soul, mind, to become an unquestioning soldier. She was tempered into steel and unleashed in a blinding blaze of fury.

And she was good at what she did. She had a purpose. She strove to receive her masters’ praises and, when that failed, she consoled herself in endless slaughter. She knew no fear. But, in truth, she didn't know much of anything. Why were they fighting? Who were they fighting? She didn't know. She didn't care.

Her masters died, as all masters inevitably do. She swaddled herself in their bloody clothes and cried herself to a deep, long sleep…

When she awoke, she was in a different time, in a different place. By some stroke of the void she was found by the Orokin Remnant. But she was, for the first time in a long while, very, very afraid.

 

---

 

When Calia awoke, she did not recall much. Her mind was all in bits and pieces, like slivers of glass tossed about reflecting pool, each a single spark of some greater light.

Silver warriors and golden gods. Rifle buts prodded weeping mothers. Herds of children, all so lost and confused, being guided into those dark ships.

She remembered the red lightning. She remembered the upside down world where everything was stretched like putty. She remembered a twisted darkness and the sick laughter of the older boys as they cut out their eyelids to see better in the not-light.

Or maybe that was all just in her imagination.

She was a metal warrior. She had no doubts, only a purpose. Her sword fell through steel and flesh alike. The blood did not bother her. The screams for mercy did not bother her. Nothing could. She was fearless. She was a faithful servant, the loyal, mute hound. She was victorious.

Her beautiful masters lay dead or dying. She cradled their corpses and wept.

She was nothing.

 

---

 

“-as you can tell, it is quite harmless… while asleep anyways.”

Calia blinked. The voice was muffled by both the thick, fuzzy glass above her and a heavy foreign accent. Each letter flowed into the next, forming an unbroken stream of syllables like water over stones. She thought it to be quite beautiful.

A new speaker’s following words were by no means as eloquent.

“You. Want?”

There was a pause, then the first individual inquired -seemingly just as confused as to the intonation’s meaning as Calia herself. “Excuse me?”

“You. Want?” The second repeated, agitation evident as it amended in that same gravelly tone. “You. Want. For?”

“Ah, I see.” The first said. Calia blinked, she realized that she too could see. She was able to make out the shadow of the man above. Her thoughts were slow, though she could have sworn she recognised his dress, even through the faded pane between them. “I am afraid this doesn't come cheap, my friends,” the figure continued. “a warframe and tenno, and so perfectly preserved at that…”

“Yes. Yes. Want?” the second interjected impatiently.

The man tisked.

“Fifteen million credits.”

There were several exclamations of derision at this, making Calia aware of a small, shifting chorus of other coughing voices just beyond the two.

“No. No Fifteen-Millhon-Credit.” another pebbled voice rang out.

The man did not seem particularly disappointed.

“Very well, though I am afraid my offer is non negotiable… so, if you have anything else-”

But the second was not done. With evident malice it said.

“No. No Fifteen-Millhon-Credit. No Credit. We Grineer. We Can-Will Take Tennho.”

The man paused. His next words were soft, slow and careful, though betrayed no fear towards -what even Calia could observe, befuddled though she was, as- the evident threat.

“I would not deem that advisable.”

“Why?” The second figure shot back.

Calia did recognize those robes! Blue on silver, flowing to the knees, could he be... a corpus? Calia smiled at the word. She wasn't quite sure what that term meant, but it elicited in her a deep sense of belonging, of family. Was the war over? Was she going home like she had been promised?

“Because that is an airlock” The man gestured to a vague smudge on the periphery of her vision. “And if you open fire, not only am I going to release it, but any of you wretches which escape will have to explain the affair to my dozen corporate interrogators waiting aboard this ship.” She could hear the cruel smile in his voice. “Trust me, they are well payed to make sure my vengeance from the void is payed out in full.”

Calia had not noticed, but the second individual had brought up a large, bulbous weapon while he had spoken, which now drooped quickly towards a misshapen knee. Something about the mannerism of the action seemed to give off an aura of disappointment leading quickly into anger.

"Swa Grik Maks!" It cursed in some gibberish language. “Fine. We. Pay.”

“Good.” The man opened his arms in a gesture of mock faith. “I thought you might, you know, you Grineer might be stupid, but at least-”

He was cut off once more, though this time it was not by a lashing voice, but by a sharp, deafening alarm. His posture fell.

“What. That?” Asked the thing- the ‘Grineer,’ a word that felt so familiar on her lips, in a rare tone of innocence.

The figure merely stood stunned for a moment. Slowly his pink lips opened, then sprayed a thin spittle of rage. “You filthy idiots!” He cried. “You were followed- you lead them right to us!”

A realization seemed to dawn on the second. It turned and quickly began ordering its men “You, Goruk- Tash-la- Tesch. Gaurd Tennho and Corpus-Man. Rest- Spera ku, hum klem!”

“Look, if you want to fight that is your prerogative, but me and my merchandise are not staying here!”

THUNK! THUNK!

The bulbous weapon had been raised again, now firing two quick rounds that tore the protesting corpus apart at the waist. His blood and viscera splattered the glass. Calia retreated against opposite wall of her pod in horror. Her mouth was open, eyes wide. She let out a small gag.

“Come! Kill!” The grineer motioned to its subordinates and soon all but couple lonesome shadows had fled the room. She could still hear gunfire.

---

By the seven principles. She sagged against the padded backing. She could feel bile filling up in her mouth. She wanted to vomit, but there was nothing to throw up. Instead she dry heaved, tears filling her eyes, fists clenched and stomach rolling.

She heard something snuffling against the glass. She tried to ignore it. She tried to ignore everything. She wanted to go back to sleep. Why was she awake? She was not made of iron- she was- she was-

She looked down at her body. A flexible suit hugged her skin, neurodes poking here and there to expose a mesh of wiring and, beneath that… She peeled away a glove, staring slack jawed at the fleshy hand beneath.

She screamed.

She struggled and pushed at the door to her cryopod. The last vestiges of her dreaming fell away into a stark, horrible reality. She remembered being made of gold and silver and blades with thin gutters for the blood. She remembered killing and being killed, over and over again.

In a sudden gust of strength, the portal flipped open and she sprawled out onto a grime riddled floor. Where were the perfect white tiles? Where were the men with needles and soft voices to put her back to rest? She needed to find her metal body. She needed to be inside it, to be safe again.

She looked up. Something was staring at her with a puzzled expression. It had a powerful jaw and a full set of teeth, including two, long, body-tearing tusks. It was almost like a Kubrow, but in place of thick fur there were only tough scales and small-set eyes. Was this her body? Was this her warrior?

She tried to Transfer with it. There was a sharp pain in the back of her skull. Her body melted and poured into the orifices of the beast. She- it was in agony. It reeled back, eyes wide. She was riding it- she was in it. She could see in its small, narrow vision three others. They were like men- but in a warbled reflection. They were sick caricatures- just like their hound; like her.

The muscles and thoughts of this thing were all wrong. It wasn't made for Transference, it wasn't her smooth metal. It bucked against her reins and she- afraid she would fall- kicked it forward at the nearest of the man-shaped-amalgamations.

She fell on it roaring, all muscle and tufts and teeth. She could feel its strained skin beneath her. She ripped at it. This felt right. She could hear it shrieking, and she didn't care, she continued to dig into its chest, tearing out cervos and guts alike with equal ferocity. And when it finally stopped moving she turned her attentions to the others.

They had both raised those blunt pistols.She didn't recognize them, but no matter. She had been shot a hundred thousand times and-

THUNK! THUNK!

Pain unlike she had ever experienced. Large bullets of lead burrowed under her dermal plates, causing blood and her essence to leak out like some sickly blue, coalescing light. She pushed through it and threw her dying weight at the attackers. She killed one quickly, ripped out his jugular. The other she staggered towards and finally collapsed, weak body giving out.
She pulled herself from the beast’s mind. It was hard. The flesh was all sticky and part of her leg got caught in the chest cavity as she reformed. Maybe this last figure would fair better? She had seen all their metal parts. Maybe that was her body to be.

She never got the chance to try. Another shot pierced her side. Then another. Then another. Blue light filled her vision. So many embers trailed her wounds. She lanced a beam of the stuff towards the figure, but it missed, melting and deforming the wall just behind it.

As she fell, dying again, the room’s far door opened with a hiss. The ship had gone silent she suddenly noticed. And in strode a golden warrior of old.

She smiled then fell asleep.

---

 

Edited October 19, 2017 by Ember16

[Ash_of_Narmer]

1 hour ago, Ember16 said:

Operator: Calia Aloysus

 

Race: Corpus

 

Warframe: 

Valkyr Prime - A warrior's frame, Valkyrie was the golden death, slaughtering friend and foe alike in maddening dance to the Emperor.

 

Weapons: 

Soma Prime 
“If you can't hit a foe with a hundred bullets then there is nothing for me to teach you”’ -Dax Instructor 

-- 

Bronco Prime 
“13 whereabouts unknown, 265 killed by Enemy, 45 killed by friendlies, 10 killed by Bronco misfire…” -Casualty Reports, Battle of Tagashou 

--

Nikana Prime
“You receive this blade for your success and you will fall on it for your failure” -Orokin Saying

 

Focus: Unairu

 

Bio:

‘Born’ (if one can call it such in those days) to a well-off corpus family on mars, Calia had a childhood of comparative ease before she was whisked away by Dax warriors. Her memories of the time were of bright blue skies, a light wind and perfect sunrises that her father told her were almost exactly like those their ancestors had known on Old Er.

Not that it particularly mattered, all of that was gone soon enough.

She, like so many other children, was taken from her parents and turned into a twisted monster to fight even worse monsters. She was stripped of herself, body, soul, mind, to become an unquestioning soldier. She was tempered into steel and unleashed in a blinding blaze of fury.

And she was good at what she did. She had a purpose. She strove to receive her masters’ praises and, when that failed, she consoled herself in endless slaughter. She knew no fear. But, in truth, she didn't know much of anything. Why were they fighting? Who were they fighting? She didn't know. She didn't care.

Her masters died, as all masters inevitably do. She swaddled herself in their bloody clothes and cried herself to a deep, long sleep…

When she awoke, she was in a different time, in a different place. By some stroke of the void she was found by the Orokin Remnant. But she was, for the first time in a long while, very, very afraid.

 

---

 

When Calia awoke, she did not recall much. Her mind was all in bits and pieces, like slivers of glass tossed about reflecting pool, each a single spark of some greater light.

Silver warriors and golden gods. Rifle buts prodded weeping mothers. Herds of children, all so lost and confused, being guided into those dark ships.

She remembered the red lightning. She remembered the upside down world where everything was stretched like putty. She remembered a twisted darkness and the sick laughter of the older boys as they cut out their eyelids to see better in the not-light.

Or maybe that was all just in her imagination.

She was a metal warrior. She had no doubts, only a purpose. Her sword fell through steel and flesh alike. The blood did not bother her. The screams for mercy did not bother her. Nothing could. She was fearless. She was a faithful servant, the loyal, mute hound. She was victorious.

Her beautiful masters lay dead or dying. She cradled their corpses and wept.

She was nothing.

 

---

 

“-as you can tell, it is quite harmless… while asleep anyways.”

Calia blinked. The voice was muffled by both the thick, fuzzy glass above her and a heavy foreign accent. Each letter flowed into the next, forming an unbroken stream of syllables like water over stones. She thought it to be quite beautiful.

A new speaker’s following words were by no means as eloquent.

“You. Want?”

There was a pause, then the first individual inquired -seemingly just as confused as to the intonation’s meaning as Calia herself. “Excuse me?”

“You. Want?” The second repeated, agitation evident as it amended in that same gravelly tone. “You. Want. For?”

“Ah, I see.” The first said. Calia blinked, she realized that she too could see. She was able to make out the shadow of the man above. Her thoughts were slow, though she could have sworn she recognised his dress, even through the faded pane between them. “I am afraid this doesn't come cheap, my friends,” the figure continued. “a warframe and tenno, and so perfectly preserved at that…”

“Yes. Yes. Want?” the second interjected impatiently.

The man tisked.

“Fifteen million credits.”

There were several exclamations of derision at this, making Calia aware of a small, shifting chorus of other coughing voices just beyond the two.

“No. No Fifteen-Millhon-Credit.” another pebbled voice rang out.

The man did not seem particularly disappointed.

“Very well, though I am afraid my offer is non negotiable… so, if you have anything else-”

But the second was not done. With evident malice it said.

“No. No Fifteen-Millhon-Credit. No Credit. We Grineer. We Can-Will Take Tennho.”

The man paused. His next words were soft, slow and careful, though betrayed no fear towards -what even Calia could observe, befuddled though she was, as- the evident threat.

“I would not deem that advisable.”

“Why?” The second figure shot back.

Calia did recognize those robes! Blue on silver, flowing to the knees, could he be... a corpus? Calia smiled at the word. She wasn't quite sure what that term meant, but it elicited in her a deep sense of belonging, of family. Was the war over? Was she going home like she had been promised?

“Because that is an airlock” The man gestured to a vague smudge on the periphery of her vision. “And if you open fire, not only am I going to release it, but any of you wretches which escape will have to explain the affair to my dozen corporate interrogators waiting aboard this ship.” She could hear the cruel smile in his voice. “Trust me, they are well payed to make sure my vengeance from the void is payed out in full.”

Calia had not noticed, but the second individual had brought up a large, bulbous weapon while he had spoken, which now drooped quickly towards a misshapen knee. Something about the mannerism of the action seemed to give off an aura of disappointment leading quickly into anger.

"Swa Grik Maks!" It cursed in some gibberish language. “Fine. We. Pay.”

“Good.” The man opened his arms in a gesture of mock faith. “I thought you might, you know, you Grineer might be stupid, but at least-”

He was cut off once more, though this time it was not by a lashing voice, but by a sharp, deafening alarm. His posture fell.

“What. That?” Asked the thing- the ‘Grineer,’ a word that felt so familiar on her lips, in a rare tone of innocence.

The figure merely stood stunned for a moment. Slowly his pink lips opened, then sprayed a thin spittle of rage. “You filthy idiots!” He cried. “You were followed- you lead them right to us!”

A realization seemed to dawn on the second. It turned and quickly began ordering its men “You, Goruk- Tash-la- Tesch. Gaurd Tennho and Corpus-Man. Rest- Spera ku, hum klem!”

“Look, if you want to fight that is your prerogative, but me and my merchandise are not staying here!”

THUNK! THUNK!

The bulbous weapon had been raised again, now firing two quick rounds that tore the protesting corpus apart at the waist. His blood and viscera splattered the glass. Calia retreated against opposite wall of her pod in horror. Her mouth was open, eyes wide. She let out a small gag.

“Come! Kill!” The grineer motioned to its subordinates and soon all but couple lonesome shadows had fled the room. She could still hear gunfire.

---

By the seven principles. She sagged against the padded backing. She could feel bile filling up in her mouth. She wanted to vomit, but there was nothing to throw up. Instead she dry heaved, tears filling her eyes, fists clenched and stomach rolling.

She heard something snuffling against the glass. She tried to ignore it. She tried to ignore everything. She wanted to go back to sleep. Why was she awake? She was not made of iron- she was- she was-

She looked down at her body. A flexible suit hugged her skin, neurodes poking here and there to expose a mesh of wiring and, beneath that… She peeled away a glove, staring slack jawed at the fleshy hand beneath.

She screamed.

She struggled and pushed at the door to her cryopod. The last vestiges of her dreaming fell away into a stark, horrible reality. She remembered being made of gold and silver and blades with thin gutters for the blood. She remembered killing and being killed, over and over again.

In a sudden gust of strength, the portal flipped open and she sprawled out onto a grime riddled floor. Where were the perfect white tiles? Where were the men with needles and soft voices to put her back to rest? She needed to find her metal body. She needed to be inside it, to be safe again.

She looked up. Something was staring at her with a puzzled expression. It had a powerful jaw and a full set of teeth, including two, long, body-tearing tusks. It was almost like a Kubrow, but in place of thick fur there were only tough scales and small-set eyes. Was this her body? Was this her warrior?

She tried to Transfer with it. There was a sharp pain in the back of her skull. Her body melted and poured into the orifices of the beast. She- it was in agony. It reeled back, eyes wide. She was riding it- she was in it. She could see in its small, narrow vision three others. They were like men- but in a warbled reflection. They were sick caricatures- just like their hound; like her.

The muscles and thoughts of this thing were all wrong. It wasn't made for Transference, it wasn't her smooth metal. It bucked against her reins and she- afraid she would fall- kicked it forward at the nearest of the man-shaped-amalgamations.

She fell on it roaring, all muscle and tufts and teeth. She could feel its strained skin beneath her. She ripped at it. This felt right. She could hear it shrieking, and she didn't care, she continued to dig into its chest, tearing out cervos and guts alike with equal ferocity. And when it finally stopped moving she turned her attentions to the others.

They had both raised those blunt pistols.She didn't recognize them, but no matter. She had been shot a hundred thousand times and-

THUNK! THUNK!

Pain unlike she had ever experienced. Large bullets of lead burrowed under her dermal plates, causing blood and her essence to leak out like some sickly blue, coalescing light. She pushed through it and threw her dying weight at the attackers. She killed one quickly, ripped out his jugular. The other she staggered towards and finally collapsed, weak body giving out.
She pulled herself from the beast’s mind. It was hard. The flesh was all sticky and part of her leg got caught in the chest cavity as she reformed. Maybe this last figure would fair better? She had seen all their metal parts. Maybe that was her body to be.

She never got the chance to try. Another shot pierced her side. Then another. Then another. Blue light filled her vision. So many embers trailed her wounds. She lanced a beam of the stuff towards the figure, but it missed, melting and deforming the wall just behind it.

As she fell, dying again, the room’s far door opened with a hiss. The ship had gone silent she suddenly noticed. And in strode a golden warrior of old.

She smiled then fell asleep.

---

 

Welcome to the Remnant Tenno. We look forward to helping you build a new future.

[Voph]

Operator’s Name: Voph
   
Race: Orokin
   
Warframe(s): Loki/Prime, and Frost/Prime
   
Weapons: Braton Prime | Tigris Prime | Akstilleto Prime | (Ak)Lex Prime | Galatine Prime | Fang Prime
   
Focus School: Naramon
   
Bio: Voph, as many other Tenno, remembers little from his time before the Great Sleep.  The only clue to his identity being the Warframes placed in cryosleep along side him.  A Frost Prime, worn and battered, and a Loki, simple and unimpressive.  The Frost lay dormant for many a day, Voph prefering to take his first tentative steps into this vast, unfriendly world in the relative safety his Loki offered him.  

Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to Months.  Voph had rebuilt his Loki into one modeled after the original, more ornate and gold.  He learned of the other Warframes, and began seeking to control them as well, and yet none suited him as well as his Frost and Loki primes.  The ways of Naramon began to return to him.  To understand his enemy, and exploit that knowledge to his gain.  To this end, he commanded Frost to cut down scores of enemies, a bastion to his allies, and a line in the sand to his enemies.  His Loki, a cunning scout, and sower of havoc.  

Though Voph was all too willing to share his knowledge with any Tenno that crossed his path, he never settled in one place for too long.  While he never publicly admitted it, he and Lotus never saw eye to eye.  He would, however, continue to work with and for The Lotus, as he had found no higher calling in all his travels.  Voph became a wanderer, always willing to assist the helpless civilians scattered about the Origin System, and offering a guiding hand to his fellow Tenno.  

One day, his orbiter picked up a message.  Not a mindless Grineer broadcast, but a fellow Tenno.  A group as mistrustful of the Lotus as he was.  This required investigation.  A course was set, and the Orbiter slid into motion.  Time to see what this coalition had to offer...

[Ash_of_Narmer]

On 10/20/2017 at 3:42 AM, EchoesofOld said:

Operator’s Name: Voph
   
Race: Orokin
   
Warframe(s): Loki/Prime, and Frost/Prime
   
Weapons: Braton Prime | Tigris Prime | Akstilleto Prime | (Ak)Lex Prime | Galatine Prime | Fang Prime
   
Focus School: Naramon
   
Bio: Voph, as many other Tenno, remembers little from his time before the Great Sleep.  The only clue to his identity being the Warframes placed in cryosleep along side him.  A Frost Prime, worn and battered, and a Loki, simple and unimpressive.  The Frost lay dormant for many a day, Voph prefering to take his first tentative steps into this vast, unfriendly world in the relative safety his Loki offered him.  

Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to Months.  Voph had rebuilt his Loki into one modeled after the original, more ornate and gold.  He learned of the other Warframes, and began seeking to control them as well, and yet none suited him as well as his Frost and Loki primes.  The ways of Naramon began to return to him.  To understand his enemy, and exploit that knowledge to his gain.  To this end, he commanded Frost to cut down scores of enemies, a bastion to his allies, and a line in the sand to his enemies.  His Loki, a cunning scout, and sower of havoc.  

Though Voph was all too willing to share his knowledge with any Tenno that crossed his path, he never settled in one place for too long.  While he never publicly admitted it, he and Lotus never saw eye to eye.  He would, however, continue to work with and for The Lotus, as he had found no higher calling in all his travels.  Voph became a wanderer, always willing to assist the helpless civilians scattered about the Origin System, and offering a guiding hand to his fellow Tenno.  

One day, his orbiter picked up a message.  Not a mindless Grineer broadcast, but a fellow Tenno.  A group as mistrustful of the Lotus as he was.  This required investigation.  A course was set, and the Orbiter slid into motion.  Time to see what this coalition had to offer...

@EchoesofOld

Welcome to the Orokin Remnant! Please PM me on Discord for an invite to the server!

My username is TacticianMatt#1582

[(XBOX)MoonRipple666]

Operator's Name:

SavaThūn

Gender:

Female

Focus school:

Madurai was the way of the berserker, about stopping your enemies before they got to you. All who stood against her fell by the hundreds while she danced around, slicing through tendons and bone. She took great relish in dissecting corpses for her experiments. She could use her Focus energy to create claws that extend from her fingers, these claws growing up to a foot long and painfully sharp, made to cut through muscle and bone.

Sexual Orientation:

Bisexual

Race:

Orokin

 

Warframe(s):

Equinox: This was the frame that represented the Madurai way. The Day aspect crippling the enemy's body and the Night aspect, the mind. It in a way represented her lost link with her brother

Limbo: This was her brother's personal frame, the Rift a personal space where he could let out his emotions at will. This was given to her a week before his demise.

Nidus: She had received a request to modify this frame, the person who did dying the day after, leaving her with the frame as payment. She used a mixture of strains to be able to control this one from afar, using her void energy as a battery

Weapons: Primary (Hema\Paracyst) She favors the harpoon of the Paracyst for it's ability to bring enemies closer to her so she can cripple them. The Hema is made from the Infested flesh of those that reside in the Orokin Direlect, leaving the weapon to be highly aggressive against enemies.

Secondary (Pox) This was one of the weapon plans modified by her, instead of an explosion when the weapon detonates, the air around them is filled with toxic or Infested spores.

Melee (Caustacyst/Mire) The More that she owns now was given to her by her twin brother he lay dying after being stabbed in the back during a Grinner raid, the Grinneer responsible is confirmed to be held in the depths of her laboratory, now a permanent subject to her experiments. She made a special variation of the Caustacyst, the blade being much longer and sharper, and the pole longer, now requiring two hands to wield, this weapon being made of a special mix of strain that she refuses to tell anyone who is curious enough to ask.

Biography:

Sava worked with the Tenno, they bring her subjects, they either got paid or received Infested weapons with strains that were highly aggressive in case the wielder was in danger. She spent decades working on new and perfecting old strains, sometimes merging the two. Her most notable achievement being that she created a strain that could drain the energy of the Void, testing the strains upon herself and her willing assistants. She had also worked in the Bio labs, bringing home samples to study them, her true art going into the Infested weapons that she crafted and let her strains assimilate the weapon, borrowing a few traits of the Mutalist strain of Alad V.She remains on Ceres, her residence a shantytown covered in patches of her strains of infested, acting aggressive only if provoked. She is scarcely called upon, leaving her to develop new strains. 

She was born alongside her twin brother Savak'thun onboard the Manduka, nearly a decade before they were exposed to the Void, they whispered words of kindness to those that were afraid, calming them. They grew up depending on each other. When the adults grew insane from void exposure, they stepped up to protect the children from them, repelling them back and in some cases, killing them out of sight of their group. They escorted them to the ship, of the group of twenty, half became assistants to her work, helping around and scouting for subjects. The other half spreading out, still keeping in contact with her, treating her as a mother.
 

She grew to her job, moving several times due to outbreaks in her lab, each location bombarded accordingly to prevent the spread of the strain. She remains in Ceres to this day, awaiting yet another presence within the village.

Edited October 27, 2017 by (XB1)MoonRipple666

[Ash_of_Narmer]

12 hours ago, (Xbox One)MoonRipple666 said:

Operator's Name:

SavaThūn

Gender:

Female

Focus school:

Madurai was the way of the berserker, about stopping your enemies before they got to you. All who stood against her fell by the hundreds while she danced around, slicing through tendons and bone. She took great relish in dissecting corpses for her experiments.

Sexual Orientation:

Bisexual

Race:

Orokin

 

Warframe(s):

Equinox: This was the frame that represented the Madurai way. The Day aspect crippling the enemy's body and the Night aspect, the mind. It in a way represented her lost link with her brother

Limbo: This was her brother's personal frame, the Rift a personal space where he could let out his emotions at will. This was given to her a week before his demise.

Nidus: She had received a request to modify this frame, the person who did dying the day after, leaving her with the frame as payment.

Weapons: Primary (Hema\Paracyst) She favors the harpoon of the Paracyst for it's ability to bring enemies closer to her so she can cripple them. The Hema is made from the Infested flesh of those that reside in the Orokin Direlect, leaving the weapon to be highly aggressive against enemies.

Secondary (Pox) This was one of the weapon plans modified by her, instead of an explosion when the weapon detonates, the air around them is filled with toxic or Infested spores.

Melee (Caustacyst/Mire) The More that she owns now was given to her by her twin brother he lay dying after being stabbed in the back during a Grinner raid, the Grinneer responsible is confirmed to be held in the depths of her laboratory, now a permanent subject to her experiments. She made a special variation of the Caustacyst, the blade being much longer and sharper, and the pole longer, now requiring two hands to wield, this weapon being made of a special mix of strain that she refuses to tell anyone who is curious enough to ask.

Biography:

Sava worked with the Tenno, they bring her subjects, they either got paid or received Infested weapons with strains that were highly aggressive in case the wielder was in danger. She spent decades working on new and perfecting old strains, sometimes merging the two. Her most notable achievement being that she created a strain that could drain the energy of the Void from the Sentients, rendering them immobile and able to be contained or destroyed permenantly. She had also worked in the Bio labs, bringing home samples to study them, her true art going into the Infested weapons that she crafted and let her strains assimilate the weapon, borrowing a few traits of the Mutalist strain of Alad V.She remains on Ceres, her residence a shantytown covered in patches of her strains of infested, acting aggressive only if provoked. She is scarcely called upon, leaving her to develop new strains. 

She was born alongside her twin brother Savak'thun onboard the Manduka, nearly a decade before the ship was lost to the void. They grew up depending on each other. When the adults grew insane from void exposure, they stepped up to protect the children from them, repelling them back and in some cases, killing them out of sight of their group. They escorted them to the ship, of the group of twenty, half became assistants to her work, helping around and scouting for subjects. The other half spreading out, still keeping in contact with her, treating her as a mother.
 

She grew to her job, moving several times due to outbreaks in her lab, each location bombarded accordingly to prevent the spread of the strain.

Welcome to the clan Tenno. WE look forward to seeing your infestation obsessed character's development.

[RenIsland]

Characters name: Infinati

Race: Corpus

Warframe: Vauban

Weapons: Main > Sobek. Secondary > Gammacor. Melee > Ack & Brunt (The sword and shield version.)

 Sobek, though mostly appears rugged and broken, is her most trusted weapon. Out of all the weapons she's taken apart, Sobek has been put back together four hundred thirty five times.

 The Gammacor she carries on her frame is more for welding or slicing though various metals. While it's an effective tool, it's ability to cut makes it an effective weapon.

 Ack & Brunt... The shield and sword (Which should be named different, because it's not the actual Ack & Brunt?) is her declaration of desperation. When she has no ammo left, or energy for her frame, she will always fall back to shielding her allies.

School Focus: Unariu

Bio:

 Infinati, being born to a corpus family of privileged industrialists, was at best a mediocre soldier. She never saw the glory of protecting the business secrets as a guard. Not even when the Orokin purchased her family to mass produce simple weapons for their warriors. She wasn't a fighter, nor was she a business woman like the rest of her family. No, she was a mechanic at heart. There was a beauty in shaped steel that she could never put her finger on. Stretched cords were like ribbons of lights to her, spiraling onwards to connect one piece of life to another. How could anyone see something made of smaller bits and not give it a second glance? That, unfortunately, wasn't for her to question. She was expected, as the oldest, to carry on the family tradition not to bend steel into works of art. They had workers to do such things.

 One night, after a falling out with her family about dishonoring the credits of their allies, she ran away to persue her dream. She knew there was people out there with ideas like hers. She wanted to learn every piece of technology she could and come back to her family, better then ever. She would prove them wrong for pressing her into a path she never wanted.

However she was the one to be proven wrong. The ship she took from her family broke down and she had no idea to fix it. It was beyond her young, rambunctious, mind. For months she drifted through space until eventually she was picked up by a grinneer scavenging ship. She never knew they debated on killing the young child, but it was deemed she could lift a hammer, so she could be put to work. So she was, breaking apart peices of her own ship they started to dismantle. Yet, she never felt like a captive. Life could have been worse for her. She was fed more then once if she did a good job, which she always did. Eventually she moved onto dismantling Grinneer technology. Days became weeks, weeks to months, months to years. As with all things, time gave way to affection from the crew members. They began teaching her their language, their culture, machines. She was, after some time of diligent work she never minded, treated with respect. Then everything she changed when the frames came. They tore through the ship like gods, gold and glittered. Her pseudo family, these scavengers that were just doing their job for their kingdom, were slaughtered, one by one. She tried so hard to stop them. Traps, explosions, everything they taught her, this corpus threw at the four frames.

The Orokin captured the young woman, after which they placed her on the ship Varida. She was no longer allowed to persue her love of engineering. Instead she was left to the void like so many others.

 Until nothing...

When she awoke, she was changed. Nothing made sense to her, she was lost. Her body was gone, replaced by the frame which she controlled.

She begins a search that takes nearly three hundred years to complete, looking for any sign of her family, both corpus and grinneer. She never finds either, but instead locateds the crashed ship of the grinner scavengers. It had been five centuries after the attack. With nothing left, she travels to find her real body, where ever it may be. a decade later, with no luck in sight, she finds a new frame and a message... The system needs to be fixed... She didn't know it then, but this would lead her to the Remnant.

[Ash_of_Narmer]

43 minutes ago, RenIsland said:

Characters name: Infinati

Race: Corpus

Warframe: Vauban

Weapons: Main > Sobek. Secondary > Gammacor. Melee > Ack & Brunt (The sword and shield version.)

 Sobek, though mostly appears rugged and broken, is her most trusted weapon. Out of all the weapons she's taken apart, Sobek has been put back together four hundred thirty five times.

 The Gammacor she carries on her frame is more for welding or slicing though various metals. While it's an effective tool, it's ability to cut makes it an effective weapon.

 Ack & Brunt... The shield and sword (Which should be named different, because it's not the actual Ack & Brunt?) is her declaration of desperation. When she has no ammo left, or energy for her frame, she will always fall back to shielding her allies.

School Focus: Unariu

Bio:

 Infinati, being born to a corpus family of privileged industrialists, was at best a mediocre soldier. She never saw the glory of protecting the business secrets as a guard. Not even when the Orokin purchased her family to mass produce simple weapons for their warriors. She wasn't a fighter, nor was she a business woman like the rest of her family. No, she was a mechanic at heart. There was a beauty in shaped steel that she could never put her finger on. Stretched cords were like ribbons of lights to her, spiraling onwards to connect one piece of life to another. How could anyone see something made of smaller bits and not give it a second glance? That, unfortunately, wasn't for her to question. She was expected, as the oldest, to carry on the family tradition not to bend steel into works of art. They had workers to do such things.

 One night, after a falling out with her family about dishonoring the credits of their allies, she ran away to persue her dream. She knew there was people out there with ideas like hers. She wanted to learn every piece of technology she could and come back to her family, better then ever. She would prove them wrong for pressing her into a path she never wanted.

However she was the one to be proven wrong. The ship she took from her family broke down and she had no idea to fix it. It was beyond her young, rambunctious, mind. For months she drifted through space until eventually she was picked up by a grinneer scavenging ship. She never knew they debated on killing the young child, but it was deemed she could lift a hammer, so she could be put to work. So she was, breaking apart peices of her own ship they started to dismantle. Yet, she never felt like a captive. Life could have been worse for her. She was fed more then once if she did a good job, which she always did. Eventually she moved onto dismantling Grinneer technology. Days became weeks, weeks to months, months to years. As with all things, time gave way to affection from the crew members. They began teaching her their language, their culture, machines. She was, after some time of diligent work she never minded, treated with respect. Then everything she changed when the frames came. They tore through the ship like gods, gold and glittered. Her pseudo family, these scavengers that were just doing their job for their kingdom, were slaughtered, one by one. She tried so hard to stop them. Traps, explosions, everything they taught her, this corpus threw at the four frames.

The Orokin captured the young woman, after which they placed her on the ship Varida. She was no longer allowed to persue her love of engineering. Instead she was left to the void like so many others.

 Until nothing...

When she awoke, she was changed. Nothing made sense to her, she was lost. Her body was gone, replaced by the frame which she controlled.

She begins a search that takes nearly three hundred years to complete, looking for any sign of her family, both corpus and grinneer. She never finds either, but instead locateds the crashed ship of the grinner scavengers. It had been five centuries after the attack. With nothing left, she travels to find her real body, where ever it may be. a decade later, with no luck in sight, she finds a new frame and a message... The system needs to be fixed... She didn't know it then, but this would lead her to the Remnant.

Welcome to the Remnant Tenno! Your technical skill will be greatly appreciated.

[xeal209]

Operator’s Name: Ailyn Venau

   

Race: Orokin/Tenno

   

Warframe(s): Nekros prime, Titania, Valkyr prime

   

Weapons: Vectis prime, Opticor, Corinth | Aklex prime (lost), Hikou prime, | Nikana prime (lost), Rakta Dark Dagger, a spear forged at Hok’s anvil dubbed Gae Bolg

   

Focus School: Zenurik

   

Bio:

            Ailyn was a street kid in the Orokin Empire, born into a homeless family who scraped by from the generosity of others. Eventually her parents would pass away from malnourishment, they’d been giving her a bulk of the food to keep her healthy. With no one else, she ended up a thief, taking small bits and pieces of fruit or bread off of stalls when no one was looking to get by. It went well for a while, years to be exact, until some Orokin officials grabbed her after she hid for taking some fruit. She thought they finally caught her for stealing, but it turned out they were taking her to a ship, the Manduka, and didn’t even know about her crimes.

            After a few days aboard the ship, she didn’t think it was too bad. She had a room, despite it being a bit small, she had food and could get used to it she thought. There were a lot of other kids there as well, they were calling them Tenno, and apparently they’d been touched by the void and had some extraordinary abilities that were hard to control. She would also go through that process soon, following a line in a crowded room as the void was allowed in to turn them into Tenno. As time went on aboard the ship, she began to get annoyed with the rules, couldn’t do this, couldn’t do that, had to be in bed at this time, some weapon of war talk, Ailyn started to get irritated with the Orokin and kept breaking rules, which often got her into trouble.

            When she finally returned as a Tenno, she decided to train in the school of Zenurik, it sounded right and fit her style. She learned to be resourceful with what she had because any little bit can make a difference, and whittling away at an enemies resources sounded like the way to go. She chose a copy of Nekros prime to be her warframe for use against the Sentients, mainly taking park in sabotage, assassinations, and other missions to dwindle resources. The weapons she chose were the vectis prime, the aklex prime, and the nikana prime, most of which would be lost later.

            Eventually, Margulis was executed, and after all she’s done for the Tenno and they start to hold resentment against the Emperors for that among other things. The Tenno seem to defeat Hunhow and return for their ceremony after planning a coupe. When the Emperors descend, a bunch of the Tenno, Ailyn included, take part in the collapse, killing the Emperors, but she and many others would later regret it, and they are put into cryostasis by the Lotus until they are needed again.

            About 500 or so years later, Ailyn, along with many others, came to consciousness in their warframes, Nekros prime in the case of Ailyn. They were awakened by a mysterious voice claiming to be “The Lotus.” Ailyn didn’t quite remember who she herself is at the moment and believes she is the warframe. Her memory was weak at best and although the name “The Lotus” sounds familiar, she failed to remember. The Lotus guides her out and Ailyn begins working for the lotus around the Origin system, also taking part in the fight against the Fomorian fleet after archwing technology was found and the Tenno relays were built.

            At the relays, she comes across the syndicate known as the Red Veil that seemed to suit her style quite well, so she decides to try working for them. The Red Veil gave her a bounty, an assassination against one of their own who went rogue. The rogue agent was spotted heading for a place called Cetus on Earth. She visited Cetus and spent some time among the Ostrons until she finally tracked down the rogue Red Veil agent who was planning to assassinate some of the Corpus traders there to keep them and their money hungry hands away. She leaves Cetus after having a weapon forged for her, a spear she calls gae bolg.

            At some point, the Lotus went silent, so she continued doing work for the Red Veil. With time, she would eventually reach the rank of “exalted,” gaining a rakta dark dagger for her service. Shortly after, there’s a message from the Lotus where her secrets come out, naming herself Natah, daughter of the sentient Hunhow. Now some memories start to return, and so does the Lotus with more work to give as if nothing ever happened. She didn’t much like that and decided to ignore the work she was given for now because there was something a bit more interesting going on. An entire landmass had come out of the void, and it’s a bit familiar. She decides to check out this moon, traversing the place on instinct as if she knew exactly where to go already. She finds a pod with the name “Ailyn Venau” and it feels all too familiar. She opens the pod and her consciousness leaves the frame. Next thing she knew, she was stumbling out of the pod and looking her warframe in the face, and memories start to return.

            She returns to her ship and cuts herself off from the Lotus. They may look like Margulis, who cared for the Tenno, but she can’t find it in herself to work for the daughter of their enemy. She continues to work for the Veil instead, adding the syndicate, New Loka, to her list of contacts as well, acquiring copies of blueprints for Titania from New Loka, as well as building a large Corpus made laser rifle called the Opticor and a Tenno made shotgun from one of the relays called the Corinth. She plans to take things into her own hands and keeps doing work for the Red Veil and New Loka, eventually coming across a rogue Grineer message from an Orokin channel. It leads her to a hidden syndicate that she joins called the Orokin Remnant.

Edited January 27, 2018 by xeal209

[Ash_of_Narmer]

1 minute ago, xeal209 said:

Operator’s Name: Ailyn Venau

   

Race: Orokin/Tenno

   

Warframe(s): Ash Prime (switching for Loki Prime when I get him), Titania, Nekros

   

Weapons: Cernos prime (later lost and replaced with Rakta Cernos), Opticor, Corinth | Hikou prime, aklex prime (lost) | Nikana prime (lost), Rakta Dark Dagger, a spear forged at Hok’s anvil dubbed Gae Bolg

   

Focus School: Zenurik

   

Bio:

            Ailyn was a street kid in the Orokin Empire, born into a homeless family who scraped by from the generosity of others. Eventually her parents would pass away from malnourishment, they’d been giving her a bulk of the food to keep her healthy. With no one else, she ended up a thief, taking small bits and pieces of fruit or bread off of stalls when no one was looking to get by. It went well for a while, years to be exact, until some Orokin officials grabbed her after she hid for taking some fruit. She thought they finally caught her for stealing, but it turned out they were taking her to a ship, the Manduka, and didn’t even know about her crimes.

            After a few days aboard the ship, she didn’t think it was too bad. She had a room, despite it being a bit small, she had food and could get used to it she thought. There were a lot of other kids there as well, they were calling them Tenno, and apparently they’d been touched by the void and had some extraordinary abilities that were hard to control. She would also go through that process soon, following a line in a crowded room as the void was allowed in to turn them into Tenno. As time went on aboard the ship, she began to get annoyed with the rules, couldn’t do this, couldn’t do that, had to be in bed at this time, some weapon of war talk, Ailyn started to get irritated with the Orokin and kept breaking rules, which often got her into trouble.

            When she finally returned as a Tenno, she decided to train in the school of Zenurik, it sounded right and fit her style. She learned to be resourceful with what she had because any little bit can make a difference, and whittling away at an enemies resources sounded like the way to go. She chose a copy of Ash prime (changing to Loki when I get him) to be her warframe for use against the sentients, mainly taking park in sabotage and assassinations. The weapons she chose were the Cernos prime, the aklex prime, and the nikana prime, all of which would be lost later.

            Eventually, Margulis was executed, and after all she’s done for the Tenno and they start to hold resentment against the Emperors for that among other things. The Tenno seem to defeat Hunhow and return for their ceremony after planning a coupe. When the Emperors descend, a bunch of the Tenno, Ailyn included, take part in the collapse, killing the Emperors, but she and many others would later regret it, and they are put into cryostasis by the Lotus until they are needed again.

            About 500 or so years later, Ailyn, along with many others, came to consciousness in their warframes, Ash prime in the case of Ailyn. They were awakened by a mysterious voice claiming to be “The Lotus.” Ailyn didn’t quite remember who she herself is at the moment and believes she is the warframe. Her memory was weak at best and although the name “The Lotus” sounds familiar, she failed to remember. The Lotus guides her out and Ailyn begins working for the lotus around the Origin system, also taking part in the fight against the Fomorian fleet after archwing technology was found and the Tenno relays were built.

            At the relays, she comes across the syndicate known as the Red Veil that seemed to suit her style quite well, so she decides to try working for them. The Red Veil gave her a bounty, an assassination against one of their own who went rogue. The rogue agent was spotted heading for a place called Cetus on Earth. She visited Cetus and spent some time among the Ostrons until she finally tracked down the rogue Red Veil agent who was planning to assassinate some of the Corpus traders there to keep them and their money hungry hands away. She leaves Cetus after having a weapon forged for her, a spear she calls gae bolg.

            At some point, the Lotus went silent, so she continued doing work for the Red Veil. With time, she would eventually reach the rank of “exalted,” gaining a rakta cernos to replace her lost cernos prime, and a rakta dark dagger. Shortly after, there’s a message from the Lotus where her secrets come out, naming herself Natah, daughter of the sentient Hunhow. Now some memories start to return, and so does the Lotus with more work to give as if nothing ever happened. She didn’t much like that and decided to ignore the work she was given for now because there was something a bit more interesting going on. An entire landmass had come out of the void, and it’s a bit familiar. She decides to check out this moon, traversing the place on instinct as if she knew exactly where to go already. She finds a pod with the name “Ailyn Venau” and it feels all too familiar. She opens the pod and her consciousness leaves the frame. Next thing she knew, she was stumbling out of the pod and looking her warframe in the face, and memories start to return.

            She returns to her ship and cuts herself off from the Lotus. They may look like the one who cared for the Tenno, but she can’t find it in herself to work for the daughter of their enemy. She continues to work for the Veil instead, adding the syndicate, New Loka, to her list of contacts as well, acquiring copies of blueprints for Nekros and Titania, building a large Corpus made laser rifle, and a Tenno inspired shotgun from one of the relays. She plans to take things into her own hands and keeps doing work for the Red Veil and New Loka, eventually coming across a rogue Grineer message from an Orokin channel. It leads her to a hidden syndicate that she joins called the Orokin Remnant.

Welcome to the Remnant Tenno! WE welcome your strength for the coming battles!

[Almighty_Jado]

NOTE: DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING IF YOU'RE IN ANOTHER RP THREAD AND RECOGNIZE THE NAME "KAPAK". MAJOR SPOILERS FOR YOU. Now, onto the bio :)

Spoiler

Operator's Name: His original name was Jado, while he fought for the Orokin in ancient times. He has long since forgotten that name and is now called Kapak, renamed when he woke up and met Helminth, his guide and "Cephalon"

Race: Orokin. Should be noted that his Operator’s transference chamber is entombed in a cocoon of technocyte flesh, disallowing easy access.

Warframe: Nidus. This warframe has been slightly genetically modified by a mysterious scientific organization before Helminth came into possession of it.

Weapons: Kapak’s link to the infestation allows him to be instantly proficient with any infested weaponry, while his Tenno mind remembers extensive usage of shotguns and single edged blades. As such; primary weapons include a wide plethora of purebred (non-mutalist) infested weapons able to be grown in his ship’s infested foundry. These include, but are not limited to, the Hema and Synapse. In addition, Kapak’s favoured weapon is the Tigris Prime. Heavily modified after being taken from its original owner, and covered in rust and corrosion from exposure to infested organic acids, Kapak has lovingly nicknamed his most trusty weapon “The Dreadmare” | For secondaries, again his ship can manufacture a variety of infested weapons like the Embolist and Dual Toxocyst | For melees, the same applies, including weapons like the Scoliac, Mios and Caustacyst. It appears that an ancient, golden Nikana Prime can be found embedded in a web of infested fibers in the wall of his ship, likely belonging to his Dreadmare’s original owner, but it looks like it hasn’t been used for many, many years.

Focus School: Vazarin. This rather peaceful and supportive school of the Tenno directly conflicts Kapak’s current nature, just going to show how far Helminth has influenced him since his reawakening.

Bio: (WARNING! The following contains tons of spoilers meant for the eyes of GMs only! Avoid reading unless you’re super intrigued or require clarification! UTMOST URGENCY ONLY)

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Centuries ago, the Helminth strand of infestation was manufactured for usage in Orokin bioweaponry. A single instance of this strain mutated, gaining greater intelligence and rational thinking. It managed to expedite itself to a far off celestial body via an infested meteor-boil using assimilated void-fold engines and a crew of unliving to direct the mass of pulsating flesh. It successfully hid itself within a small moon found in the one place no one would dare look: the Tau System. There, it would be free to spread and grow powerful without being slowed by constant conflict with other system residents. Many years passed, the Helminth infestation remaining undetected by Sentient forces, and the strain became more and more powerful as it self replicated and consumed the wildlife of the moon. Upon reentering the Origin System when prey became scarce, Helminth stumbled across a Tenno cryopod buried within the ice on Pluto. Helminth abducted the unawakened Tenno, and taught it its own ways, free from the interference of the Lotus. The Tenno, whose foggy memories seem to recall being the son of a Dax soldier, was once a warrior clad in the skin of Chroma, who became willing to work alongside Helminth after years of learning to trust the strange entity. Helminth managed to steal a newly excavated Nidus warframe from a group of researchers working out of Myconian territory, as such a warframe was the perfect platform to reseed with its own genetic code. After successfully linking Kapak’s transference capabilities to the Warframe, he began to roam the system, always stumbling across adventure as he gathered things to fuel Helminth and himself for what would seem like an upcoming eternity. At one point, Kapak managed to hijack the orbiter of another Tenno after the opposing individual attempted to begrudgingly kill him. Since then, Helminth’s infestation has spread across the ship, assuming control of all ship functions. The ship’s cephalon, Lordas, was also consumed by Helminth’s mind, allowing Helminth to utilize cephalon functions in addition to his already powerful hivemind.
After nearly a decade of adventures with various clans, cultists and stranger people, Kapak hears news of a clan of Tenno known as the Orokin Remnant, and their unending fight to protect the weak. This was nothing new to him- after all, that’s what the Tenno did for years now. But Kapak had been convinced by Helminth long ago that the Lotus was untrustworthy, a being from a place that had no reason to exist in the Origin system, and to see there were other Tenno with similar beliefs gave him hope that he could make new allies among the Remnant… that is, if they accept him. Kapak’s strange nature had always caused him trouble among others, and he’s become a little more ambiguous about his past for fear of others. Beyond that, while Helminth cares little for the needs of the poor and weak, Kapak had always had a sense of justice when it comes to protecting the innocent, likely from his Tenno code of honor.
Kapak has an extreme phobia of fire and Kavats. Self explanatory.

Edited January 31, 2018 by Almighty_Jado
Copying and pasting this garbo gave me all kind of formatting errors. Hopefully looks fine now

[Ash_of_Narmer]

52 minutes ago, Almighty_Jado said:

NOTE: DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING IF YOU'RE IN ANOTHER RP THREAD AND RECOGNIZE THE NAME "KAPAK". MAJOR SPOILERS FOR YOU. Now, onto the bio :)

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Operator's Name: His original name was Jado, while he fought for the Orokin in ancient times. He has long since forgotten that name and is now called Kapak, renamed when he woke up and met Helminth, his guide and "Cephalon"

Race: Orokin. Should be noted that his Operator’s transference chamber is entombed in a cocoon of technocyte flesh, disallowing easy access.

Warframe: Nidus. This warframe has been slightly genetically modified by a mysterious scientific organization before Helminth came into possession of it.

Weapons: Kapak’s link to the infestation allows him to be instantly proficient with any infested weaponry, while his Tenno mind remembers extensive usage of shotguns and single edged blades. As such; primary weapons include a wide plethora of purebred (non-mutalist) infested weapons able to be grown in his ship’s infested foundry. These include, but are not limited to, the Hema and Synapse. In addition, Kapak’s favoured weapon is the Tigris Prime. Heavily modified after being taken from its original owner, and covered in rust and corrosion from exposure to infested organic acids, Kapak has lovingly nicknamed his most trusty weapon “The Dreadmare” | For secondaries, again his ship can manufacture a variety of infested weapons like the Embolist and Dual Toxocyst | For melees, the same applies, including weapons like the Scoliac, Mios and Caustacyst. It appears that an ancient, golden Nikana Prime can be found embedded in a web of infested fibers in the wall of his ship, likely belonging to his Dreadmare’s original owner, but it looks like it hasn’t been used for many, many years.

Focus School: Vazarin. This rather peaceful and supportive school of the Tenno directly conflicts Kapak’s current nature, just going to show how far Helminth has influenced him since his reawakening.

Bio: (WARNING! The following contains tons of spoilers meant for the eyes of GMs only! Avoid reading unless you’re super intrigued or require clarification! UTMOST URGENCY ONLY)

  Reveal hidden contents

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Centuries ago, the Helminth strand of infestation was manufactured for usage in Orokin bioweaponry. A single instance of this strain mutated, gaining greater intelligence and rational thinking. It managed to expedite itself to a far off celestial body via an infested meteor-boil using assimilated void-fold engines and a crew of unliving to direct the mass of pulsating flesh. It successfully hid itself within a small moon found in the one place no one would dare look: the Tau System. There, it would be free to spread and grow powerful without being slowed by constant conflict with other system residents. Many years passed, the Helminth infestation remaining undetected by Sentient forces, and the strain became more and more powerful as it self replicated and consumed the wildlife of the moon. Upon reentering the Origin System when prey became scarce, Helminth stumbled across a Tenno cryopod buried within the ice on Pluto. Helminth abducted the unawakened Tenno, and taught it its own ways, free from the interference of the Lotus. The Tenno, whose foggy memories seem to recall being the son of a Dax soldier, was once a warrior clad in the skin of Chroma, who became willing to work alongside Helminth after years of learning to trust the strange entity. Helminth managed to steal a newly excavated Nidus warframe from a group of researchers working out of Myconian territory, as such a warframe was the perfect platform to reseed with its own genetic code. After successfully linking Kapak’s transference capabilities to the Warframe, he began to roam the system, always stumbling across adventure as he gathered things to fuel Helminth and himself for what would seem like an upcoming eternity. At one point, Kapak managed to hijack the orbiter of another Tenno after the opposing individual attempted to begrudgingly kill him. Since then, Helminth’s infestation has spread across the ship, assuming control of all ship functions. The ship’s cephalon, Lordas, was also consumed by Helminth’s mind, allowing Helminth to utilize cephalon functions in addition to his already powerful hivemind.
After nearly a decade of adventures with various clans, cultists and stranger people, Kapak hears news of a clan of Tenno known as the Orokin Remnant, and their unending fight to protect the weak. This was nothing new to him- after all, that’s what the Tenno did for years now. But Kapak had been convinced by Helminth long ago that the Lotus was untrustworthy, a being from a place that had no reason to exist in the Origin system, and to see there were other Tenno with similar beliefs gave him hope that he could make new allies among the Remnant… that is, if they accept him. Kapak’s strange nature had always caused him trouble among others, and he’s become a little more ambiguous about his past for fear of others. Beyond that, while Helminth cares little for the needs of the poor and weak, Kapak had always had a sense of justice when it comes to protecting the innocent, likely from his Tenno code of honor.
Kapak has an extreme phobia of fire and Kavats. Self explanatory.

Welcome to the Remnant Tenno. Be careful with your infestation...

[Kiyadal]

 

Operator’s Name: Kuve O’Helix

Race: Orokin

Warframe: Mirage Prime

Weapons: Baza, Vectis Prime, Cernos Prime | Akstiletto Prime, Ballistica Prime | Silva & Aegis Prime

Focus School: Madurai

Bio

Kuve, Koga, Kyna, Kadh, and Kili were quintuplets born to prodigious genetic researcher and scientist Thellevios O’Helix, aided by the renowned psychologist Ghullen Urnas, on their 28th attempt to produce a multiple offspring compatible with an implant bestowing a bio-empathic link. Each girl displayed complementary personalities which made them a formidable team with nearly perfect work synergy, and thanks to the implant allowing them to share what their sisters experienced, they were capable of understanding and execute complex tasks with relative ease; a trait which caught the attention of the Orokin government.

The quintuplets were aboard the Zariman Ten-Zero along with Thellevios and Ghullen, where the latter continued conditioning the girls by letting them interact with only Orokin society’s finest, and raising them under a deed-reward code; both of these tactics employed as a means to extend their degree of control over them. Due to this, the sisters became what others could only describe as “spoiled”, “selfish”, and “elitists”, even though they did not simply understand the reasoning behind interacting with any person, or doing something without receiving anything in return.

Only Kuve was found after the ship’s chaotic trip into the sub-dimensional space known as the Void; neither her sisters or her legal tutors were ever found and are now presumed dead. Her powers manifested as what is known today as Madurai, and though no one diagnosed her with any mental health issues or trauma, Margulis determined she was in complete denial of her sisters’ fate. Unlike most other Tenno, she displayed complete indifference by the execution of the Orokin researcher, for her offer of a dream could not compete to what Ballas placed on the table: reuniting with her sisters. The witty Executor assigned her to a Mirage-type frame, and claimed that its projections were her missing sisters, working with her just like before. Kuve was realized.

Ballas came to admire her unwavering discipline: she followed any command without question, regret, or hint of defiance. She viewed the act of completing an objective as innocuous as removing the chaff from the wheat; simply another necessary act to secure what her higher ups determined as the best outcome. Her devotion to his orders, nimbleness, and trickery in the battlefield soon earned her a place in the ranks of the Dark Tenno, where she thrived in despite of developing an anti-social behaviour.

The Tenno became almost addictive to the transference process and her surrogate body, and minimized her transitioning back to her true body due to the loneliness caused by not seeing her frame’s projections. She also began looking down on Tenno who began using vaguely adapted versions of the Orokin designs, and isolated herself from interacting with others.

She did not shed a tear or showed ire at the fall of the Orokin Empire. After the Collapse, she followed the other Dark Tenno to their hidden base of operations in Lua by their group’s cephalon, Tauria, where they placed themselves in cryostasis. Due to an malfunction with her pod, she remained completely frozen in time without being able to dream, inhabilitating her from using her Warframe, and was among the last to be awaken by Mataeru.

[Ash_of_Narmer]

3 minutes ago, Kiyadal said:

 

 

Operator’s Name: Kuve O’Helix

Race: Orokin

Warframe: Mirage Prime

Weapons: Baza, Vectis Prime, Cernos Prime | Akstiletto Prime, Ballistica Prime | Silva & Aegis Prime

Focus School: Madurai

Bio

Kuve, Koga, Kyna, Kadh, and Kili were quintuplets born to prodigious genetic researcher and scientist Thellevios O’Helix, aided by the renowned psychologist Ghullen Urnas, on their 28th attempt to produce a multiple offspring compatible with an implant bestowing a bio-empathic link. Each girl displayed complementary personalities which made them a formidable team with nearly perfect work synergy, and thanks to the implant allowing them to share what their sisters experienced, they were capable of understanding and execute complex tasks with relative ease; a trait which caught the attention of the Orokin government.

The quintuplets were aboard the Zariman Ten-Zero along with Thellevios and Ghullen, where the latter continued conditioning the girls by letting them interact with only Orokin society’s finest, and raising them under a deed-reward code; both of these tactics employed as a means to extend their degree of control over them. Due to this, the sisters became what others could only describe as “spoiled”, “selfish”, and “elitists”, even though they did not simply understand the reasoning behind interacting with any person, or doing something without receiving anything in return.

Only Kuve was found after the ship’s chaotic trip into the sub-dimensional space known as the Void; neither her sisters or her legal tutors were ever found and are now presumed dead. Her powers manifested as what is known today as Madurai, and though no one diagnosed her with any mental health issues or trauma, Margulis determined she was in complete denial of her sisters’ fate. Unlike most other Tenno, she displayed complete indifference by the execution of the Orokin researcher, for her offer of a dream could not compete to what Ballas placed on the table: reuniting with her sisters. The witty Executor assigned her to a Mirage-type frame, and claimed that its projections were her missing sisters, working with her just like before. Kuve was realized.

Ballas came to admire her unwavering discipline: she followed any command without question, regret, or hint of defiance. She viewed the act of completing an objective as innocuous as removing the chaff from the wheat; simply another necessary act to secure what her higher ups determined as the best outcome. Her devotion to his orders, nimbleness, and trickery in the battlefield soon earned her a place in the ranks of the Dark Tenno, where she thrived in despite of developing an anti-social behaviour.

The Tenno became almost addictive to the transference process and her surrogate body, and minimized her transitioning back to her true body due to the loneliness caused by not seeing her frame’s projections. She also began looking down on Tenno who began using vaguely adapted versions of the Orokin designs, and isolated herself from interacting with others.

She did not shed a tear or showed ire at the fall of the Orokin Empire. After the Collapse, she followed the other Dark Tenno to their hidden base of operations in Lua by their group’s cephalon, Tauria, where they placed themselves in cryostasis. Due to an malfunction with her pod, she remained completely frozen in time without being able to dream, inhabilitating her from using her Warframe, and was among the last to be awaken by Mataeru.

Welcome home Tenno. It is good to have you back.