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birth name: kondou chisa

age: 24

birthplace: unknown

current residence: lumina district

ethnicity: japanese

pronouns: she/her

s. orientation: pansexual

r. orientation: panromantic

status: single

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current:

Universal Peace Alliance (mecha pilot)

past:

Universal Peace Alliance (space cadet)

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“Subject 002 is waking up”

Pain. Unbearable, burning pain seared through her body as she burst out of the womb-like sac, clawing her way out of it while hacking out the water filling her lungs. Her ears were ringing loud, eyes that knew only darkness seemed to sting under the blinding fluorescent light, the pain turned from heat to ice cold immediately once the air hit her skin. Too clean and too crisp surroundings, voices coming from all directions, and the humming of electronics were the second thing her senses picked up once it calmed down. The place is strange, unfamiliar, nothing in her memory recalls these people in lab coats. In fact, she can’t recall anything. No name, no past, no present, no future. It is all a black void, there is no memory for her to return to. A woman next to her is shivering under a towel, having that same hollow horror look in her eyes, no doubt the same to her.

One of the people in a lab coat approached her and threw the towel into her mechanical arms

“From now on, you are classified as XGENE 002, welcome to your new life”

-

Wake. Fight. Sleep. Repeat.

She could not count how much time it had been since she was ‘reborn’. Months? Years? She only knows that the cycle is long and keeps on getting longer. For a mechanically engineered thing, she still does things that have human-like qualities. Getting bored, looking for nourishment, and trying to find routines to keep her mind out of the sterile lab and those white coats. She wonders if it is the human side of her that is still alive, she wonders what she was like.

The reprieve she gets from the horrors of the experiments and her own thoughts are her ‘sisters’, the 6 women reborn out of the HESŌNOO on the same day. A camaraderie is made between them, above duty and commands. Protective, even if it was against the code. But what to do when they are stuck in the same dingy dungeon she calls their ‘bedroom’

The white coats didn’t oppose it, they thought it would be good for their morale and have some sort of purpose, to come home and see their ‘sisters’. Or what the more cynical Seven would say, “They’re okay with it, cause now they know we have a weakness outside of physical pain”. She agrees with Seven, yet still…she’s happy that her sisters are with her

-

The core in her chest was about to burst from grief. Killed in action, Three was ambushed, and they couldn’t make it in time to save her. She couldn’t save her. One and Seven was neutralised for lashing out when the white coats coldly said that they couldn’t save the important parts, as if anything else was obsolete except for the fancy equipment. She wanted to lash out too, wanted to kill those pristine people that doesn’t know blood and dust and battle. But her remaining sisters are crying, and she’s also crying in the dungeon. She can’t be neutralised when they need her.

Then the explosion happened. Fire, ringing in her ears, darkness filled her eyes until her core thrums slower and slower until it dims.

She hears people screaming, but not out of fear, but more urgency. Her eyes flutter open when a hand touches her cheek, stirring her awake. A woman with warm hands and a worried expression lining her face, mouthing something to her. The ringing slowly goes away, muffled voices come from all around her. But she can only hear her voice

“Are you okay?”

-

Kondou Chisa

A name so new and foreign to her lips, even until now, still slowly familiarising herself with the given name. Raven has been slowly teaching her, the only survivor of The Ark, ways that humans are. Feeling the grass underneath her feet, seeing the ocean for the first time, breathing in the air of the forest, and all other simple pleasures. She has grown fond of listening to music and singing, dancing around with moves she was unfamiliar with, while Raven plays the piano. Even though she has her own room, the older woman has encouraged her to decorate it herself, filling it with trinkets she finds or the things Raven bought for her.

And in one corner of her table, the communicator lies unresponsive. She kept it there, even if it’s broken, because she has to hold out hope that she’s not the only survivor. The other 4 that were with her, they couldn’t find their bodies even after Chisa had described them again and again. She can’t believe, will not believe, that she is the only survivor.

7 months after she assimilated with the UPA, she was commissioned as an active duty pilot. And on other times, she still searches for her sisters.

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chill, loyal, earnest, protective, patient | lack social cues, observant | overprotective, self-sacrificial, emotionally dependant, grief-avoidant

isfj, hufflepuff, waterbender, lawful good, melancholic, libra sun, taurus moon, and aquarius rising

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a cyborg human with bio-engineered drakairi DNA

UPA pilot for the 'WOLF' mecha

loves the noodle shop at the nomnom lane downtown

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Chisa is a cyborg with noticeable mechanical features. Her arms, spine, and chest are fully mechanical, hidden under prosthetic skin except for her chest that houses her evol core. The joints of her arms are exposed and showing her neural resonance pathways, her fingertips makes faint haptic sounds. Her spine are segmented metallic structures that serves as neural ports, illuminating sequentially during synchronisation with her mech. Her chest has armour plating with partial mechanical ribs protecting the protocore reactor. The core in itself is a heart substitute and the main resonance engine, a circular energy threaded through artificial veins. Her eyes has ring-light patterns inside her irises, a luminous circuity that lights up when she synchronises with her mecha.

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tba

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username: oddly_mercury

nickname: oddish or odd

pronouns: she/they

timezone: gmt+7

POV: 3rd or texting style

writing: semi-para to para

preferred method: pm to plot

poking: after 5 days