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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 6178287" data-attributes="member: 4936">EchoAn Intelligent Nano who Wields Power with PrecisionTier: 1 Effort: 1 XP: 0 Pools and EdgeMight: 9Speed: 12 Intellect: 20 (Edge 2)Skills Trained or Specialized*Numenera (Specialized)Memory-related tasksType Features – NanoPracticed in light weaponsIntellect Edge 1Trained in: NumeneraCypher Use: Limit of ThreeEquipment - Book on NumeneraEsotery---Onslaught, 1 Intellect---Ward---Scan, 1 IntellectDescriptor Features – Intelligent+2 Intellect PoolTrained in any one task- NumeneraTrained in Memory-related tasksFocus Features – Wields Power with PrecisionEquipment: Book on numeneraTier 1 - +5 Intellect PoolConnection: Another PC has ward making them immune to my esoteries (Duncan)Weapons:Dagger (2)Armor and value:  Ward Esoterie (1)Total: 1Equipment:Normal clothingDaggerBook (Numenera)Book (Numenera)Cypher - Phase Disruptor (lvl 7) - A pyramid-shaped vial five inches high, a selection of symbols running down one edge. When the right symbols are pressed, it sprays the area to be affected with a peculiar mist.Cypher (occultic, counts as 2) - Teleporter [traveler] (lvl 8) - A silver bodysuit covered with a fine white and red mesh, with straps to synch it down in a various patterns.Cypher - Rejuvenator that restores to the Might Pool (lvl6)Cypher - chemical factory that produces antivenom (lvl 3)Oddity - Silver puddle of liquid metal that follows you around and occasionally forms into odd shapes when resting.Shins: x 4Description:  Echo is more cute than pretty, with a skinny, gawky build, pale skin and white hair. She has round cheeks that dimple when she smiles, making her look younger than her 20-odd years, and wide blue eyes. She dresses simply, in ruggedly functional attire that often hangs a bit loosely on her frame.Link(s) to the Party:  Echo has her own reasons for wanting to pass this way, and hooked up with the others after overhearing they were planning the trip.[sblock=Background]I am not who I am.I can tell you a story about a girl who grew up in a little town just over the edge of the Beyond, not far from a cathedral of the Order of Truth. How she listened to the bells each morning, and dreamed of joining their ranks. She went to class with the town schoolmarm, had the petty, intense friends and enemies that children have, and parents who loved her even through their troubles. It's a good story...it's just not my story.Lately I've been having dreams...flashes...of another story. A city half-sunk in glass sands, in the shadow of mountains that clouds have to sneak around the tops of. Full of scavengers and marauders living in shanties and the eviscerated shells of buildings of old. It's no place for a child, but one was there. I don't know if she's me. She seems so different. Sly and sneaky, full of bravado...she's likeable. She was a 'runner,' someone who ferried messages and small objects around. But she wanted to be more. To prove herself...Well, that's as far as I've gotten. There's bits after that. A caldera of molten glass. A field of sand with shards of obsidian and crystal floating in midair over it, and smoke blotting out the sky. And something like a giant red eye that never closes.Everything's been off since the dreams started. Since I saw his face...since he called that name. I sometimes feel wrong in my body. Details from my past I should know intimately I just...forget. I was in a town called Underiver when it happeed. An aptly named place, Underiver is in the foothills of a little mountain range, and a river flows right over it. Not through it. Over it. There's a thing of the old science smack dab in the center; the town was built around it. A synth dome just big enough across for a grown man to lie down inside, full of muted, colored lights that flicker on and off. It's right in the river's path, and the water just lifts right out of its bed as it flows, goes over it in a long arc, then lands again on the other side and continues on its merry way. The water never slows even when it's going up, and the river never floods its banks or shifts its course like most rivers do.People like to go fishing around the Dome of Lights, casting their lines up into the water going by overhead.I was doing just that and having a good old time when I heard someone call, 'Del!'Well I didn't even take note. Del is not my name, nor any derivation therof. But then it came again, closer. 'Del, you're alive! You're all right!'I turned around, realizing that whoever was saying it was talking to me, against all odds. A man was there, in his late twenties or early thirties perhaps, of 'rustic' demeanor with a beard in need of trimming and bright brown earnest eyes. He was good looking, and seemed very...pleased to see me.He laughed and as I got up to tell him he was mistaken, he grabbed me into a giant bear hug.'What did you do to your HAIR?' he asked, still laughing.My hair is silver-white. It's not uncommon where I'm from, though it occasions comment at times.He released me, and I told him the bad news, "I'm sorry, you have the wrong person. My name's not Del...never has been. And I've never changed my hair color."So the man gets a crestfallen look, and squints a bit down at me. Suddenly the light goes out of his eyes, and he turns downcast and embarrassed. 'I'm real sorry, ma'am,' he said. 'You looked jes' like someone...well, someone else I know. She's been missing a real spell now.'Seeing that change made me feel bad. I liked him better before. "No harm done," I assured him. "I'm sorry I wasn't her. She seems to mean a lot to you."He smiled wistfully. 'You got that right.' Then he held a hand out. 'I'm Tery. Tery Klatta. If you've got a brother who looks like me, then I reckon there's a whole family that got doubled up somewhere in this crazy world.'I returned the smile in kind. 'No siblings. Just me.' They were lonely words.We shook hands, and he went on to say, 'If you ever see a girl who looks just like you, only with red messy hair and more freckles, let her know that there's a terrible clatter waiting back home, alright?'Terrible clatter? I frowned a little, mystified, but nodded. He was satisfied with that and started walking away, calling his farewell.And it felt like someone had punched me in the stomach suddenly, only it was in the brain.Terrible clatter. Tery Bull Klatta.Because he'd been big as a kid, and clumsy, and broke stuff, and everyone called him a bull in the china store...and then just the bull.It was a flash. Not images or sounds or memories. Just...a knowing. Like suddenly realizing I had a sixth finger on my right hand, after a lifetime of assuming I only had five. It was just there.I lost my fishing line. A fish yanked it right out of my hand. I didn't even notice at the time.Despite looking around, I didn't find Tery again in Underiver. The boy at the stables said he'd left later on that day.That night I had the first of the new dreams. When I woke up, I felt my skin tingling all over me and it felt wrong, like it'd been painted on. But it was just my skin, as a quick and careful jab with my dagger in the bathroom showed. Even so, I was dizzy for awhile. It wouldn't be the last time. I always get dizzy after a flash.My name is Triessa. I usually go by Echo when I'm out and about, plying my trade. I grew up in Hollister's Bend, in sight of the cathedral tower of the Order of Truth. I know these things, but I was shaken, so I decided to visit home for the first time in...well...a while. Not because I doubted, but because this was a mystery, and I just can't walk away from those. Ever. It's why I am where I am.In case it needs saying, Hollister's Bend is real. The cathedral spire is real, and the sound of bells in the morning. The schoolyard. The kind and friendly people. It's a beautiful place.And yes, some folks there still remember me. They remember when I passed through some time back on my way to the Cathedral, meaning to sell a few things to the Order. With red hair, and some freckles. Seems I smiled more then.I certainly wasn't smiling now. I didn't recognize any of them. I can still see the faces of the people I grew up with. The house I was raised in. They aren't there though, not in Hollister's Bend.It took me a week to get a grip on myself, and leave the place. The mystery isn't solved yet. There's one other place I have to look. An old city, ruined and occupied by squatters and treasure hunters and raiders, half-sunk in a sea of sand-sized glass grains and surrounded by mountains that scrape the sky. I haven't found anyone who's heard of a place like that yet, but the mountains narrow things down a bit. There aren't a LOT of mountains that big in the world. I don't know what I expect to find there, and I don't expect I'll like what I do...but I can't stop now. I may not know for sure who I was, but I know who I am. I'm someone who doesn't stop just because she knows she ought to.Maybe that's why I'm in this predicament to begin with.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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