Senshi: Sailor Onasilos of the Self
[Onasilos], aka HD 168746 b, is a gas giant exoplanet that orbits within .07 AU of its parent star, HD 168746, completing one year in less than a week.
Uniform Color: Main Color: white
Secondary Color: scarlet
Uniform:Tiara -- gold circlet
Choker -- gold band
Collar -- scarlet fabric attached to and wound around the shoulders of his tunic
Bodice -- white sleeveless tunic
Chest Bow -- scarlet fabric bunched and tied around his brooch
Brooch -- golden circle
Sleeves -- none
Gloves -- none
Buttbow -- a wide scarlet sash wrapped around his waist and tied at the small of his back
Bottoms -- a white wrap skirt that falls to his ankles but shows up to his knee on the side where it ties
Shoes -- sandals that wrap fabric around his calves to his knees
Accessories -- gold rings, earrings, arm bands
Attacks: Sailor Scout Attack: Self-actualization
Range: himself
Duration: 30 seconds
Uses: 3
Effect: as he summons his magic, he is granted the clarity he needs to transform from his true self into his ideal self. Bolstered to his highest potential, he feels a sense of calm and confidence in himself, as if he has reached his peak and has become the best version of himself. This sensation of wholeness makes him capable of hitting 1.5 times as hard and fast as he would ordinarily be capable of.
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Self-realization
Range: an AoE that affects himself and allies within a 10-foot radius of himself
Duration: 30 seconds
Uses: 2
Effect: the targets hear what sounds like their own voice cheering them on to reach their true potential, bolstering their strength and self-confidence as they become their ideal selves. They can hit 1.5 times harder and faster than normal for their rank. A target can only hear their own thoughts, and the effect ends if they leave the area of effect. This move is not affected by things affecting a character’s sense of hearing, as the “pep talk” is coming from within.
Eternal Sailor Attack: Depersonalization
Range: an AoE that affects enemies within a 15-foot radius of himself
Duration: 60 seconds
Uses: 1
Effect: Enemies caught within the attack may feel like their body belongs to someone else, as if its motions and thoughts are under someone else’s control and they can only observe themselves going through the motions. He does not actually control anyone else’s body or thoughts! While under this effect, the targets may lose their sense of self, as if watching themselves from the perspective of an outside observer. Targets may feel detached from oneself and may feel disconnected from their thoughts, emotions, sensations, or actions. While the target is still technically in control of themselves, the extreme disorientation and distance from the self can be incredibly distracting. They can be slow to react and respond to everything around them, and it’s almost impossible to focus on anything that requires high motor skills. This effect ends if the target leaves the area of effect or if the magic ends.
Deep Space Senshi: Physical Features: gold eyes with black sclera, dark brown skin with ornate matte tattoos, white locs and braids with gold ornaments embedded in them, tall and broad-shouldered, elongated canine teeth (not weaponisable, just noticeable), pointed ears with tufts of hair at the end, a long white tufted tail
Backstory/History:
Akhaef fulfilled a ceremonial role in his society, the senshi of his world being revered as something just shy of god-hood (note: he was obviously never actually a god). He was someone prayed to for blessing for a good harvest, for a big family, for passing a strenuous test, for anything and everything that engendered realization of oneself and one’s goals in life–or the creation of new life. He took his job very seriously, but was hardly a serious persona. He laughed easily and often, taking delight in his many children–granted to those who had particularly curried his favor–and their descendents and tracking the accomplishments of the many noble houses of his homeworld. Many, because nobility was not a birthright, but a grant following a selfless deed or great achievement, and the best way to obtain nobility was to swear yourself and your house to the greater good of society.
And so, as under previous incarnations of the senshi of Onasilos, society prospered under Akhaef.
At least, for much of his life.
Akhaef was nearing his 200th birthday when the first whispers of unease made it to him among carefully constructed information networks. War was of no concern to him. Healthy and happy, his people had yet to lose to an aggressor and many things to offer an aggressive people should they come to the bartering table. His people had not known famine in longer than he had been alive thanks to his predecessor’s efforts and those of their trade partners. Plague was quickly averted and cured thanks to the planet’s robust research sector.
Death, though, came quietly. Invisibly.
Looking back, the first warning was the way the average life expectancy of his people had begun to dwindle. No matter. That happened sometimes, as reported by the tomes upon tomes of information recorded by his predecessors. These things came and went like the tide. Then, it was the way even the best research of the planet and its allies couldn’t contain plagues that swept across the planet, leaving Akhaef to placate his people with assurances that such things only lasted so long. And indeed, the plagues were eventually overcome as before, relegated to nothing but bad memory.
A record number of crops and livestock failed, and this troubled him and the leadership of the planet. They leaned into their food stores to get them through, and into their alliances when their food stores ran out. And then, just as it seemed as though that was nearing its limit, the calamity went as mysteriously and quickly as it had arrived. Aggression and threats of war from other societies were averted just as before–even if those threats seemed to come more often, from more desperate places.
In the wake of this, however, there was another disaster looming. It had been relegated to the back of society’s mind as each hardship befell them. No children had been born to anyone, anywhere, for decades. This had seemed natural at first, given the more pressing concerns. But now no one, anywhere, no matter their entreaties or scientific interventions, could produce a viable pregnancy.
Akhaef was nearing his 300th birthday when the population began to collapse. The decrease in life expectancy could not be ignored any more than the lack of childbirths. Whole families died in the night, taken by a mysterious ailment that had no warning signs. Not just a figure to pray to, Akhaef had thrown himself into the universities and research labs, just as desperate as everyone else to find the cause. He feverishly, desperately combed the knowledge that had been left to him, to no avail.
The prayers stopped, and could he blame them?
Convinced the planet itself was somehow cursed, people had began to move offworld in droves, only to still fall victim to the same mysterious death. Then, one horrible day, the transports stopped working, and the remaining population was trapped where they were. He turned to their allies, only to be met with silence. This left Akhaef to watch, horrified, as his people died around him, and him unable to do anything about it.
Akhaef was nearing his 400th birthday when the last member of his society, a young woman, died by her own hand rather than be taken randomly. He held her as she faded, bearing her no ill will as she cried and ranted and cursed his name.
Could he blame her?
Then, he was alone.
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