Beta Character Sheet
Name: Astreya Xue Tianzhen 雪天貞 (I put the Chinese characters there because of wordplay. Tianzhen (天真) means naive, but this zhen (貞) means pure and chaste. Hence, her name is literally Snow Sky-Pure.)
Divine Parent: Zorya Urennyaya http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zorya
Special feature: Nano-infused
Job: Mecha Pilot
Star-fire- Being born from the Morning Star, Astreya has within her the star-fire from which her mother is made of. She can manifest the star-fire as she wills. Apart from close combat and typical fireballs, she can infuse her mecha with it, resulting in a) a mecha that burns people on contact, b) star-fire-powered projectiles that can be shot through her weapon or anything vaguely directional, ie, the horn or a limb, and c) a very flashy mecha. Not exceptionally powerful, but comes in handy for a little extra oomph.
Revelation- A passive power, it kicks in often but frequently for trivialities. When it does, Astreya suddenly knows things, whether it be about a person, a thing, what happens in the immediate future, etc. For important things, the power for some obscure reason remains dormant. Example of what I mean by trivialities, she'll know the number of hairs you have on one eyebrow but won't know your backstory. She may suddenly realise that your name contains a certain number of letters upon looking at you, but not know your name. In essence, nothing story-important, except in special situations, with the permission of the party in question. She can and will sense enemy locations, incoming projectiles and such, though not consistently. It is partially the reason for the success of her career as a Mecha Pilot.
The dawn Astreya was born, the Morning Star aligned with the constellation Monoceros. When she was born, hair white as her family name, her mother confessed her divine identity to her mortal lover and vanished. Her father wept with sorrow and christened the child Astreya, the innocent, the pure, perhaps hoping that her bloodline would never trouble her. They lived quietly, father and daughter, leading a normal life. She went to school, made friends, but never knew what that expression of sorrow on her father's face meant.
Then, on his deathbed, when she was merely fifteen, he croaked with his dying breath the truth of her parentage. Like any other healthy young teenager, she would have disregarded his words as the product of a fevered delirium, but death had a way of lending gravity to words.
Four days later, when the funeral had been settled, Astreya stepped out of her house for the last time. It was a warm and sunny day. The people from Social Services were coming within the hour. Yawning lazily, she began to lay herself down at the field by her house. Without warning, a singular dark thunderhead formed directly above her and an incandescent bolt of lightning struck her. Pain flooded through her body, impossible heat surging and rampaging through her petite shell of a body and in the midst of her deafening screams and agonised convulsing, two thoughts appeared in her mind. The first was that she was not going to die. This she knew with complete certainty. The second was that her great-granduncle had done this and his name was.. was..
Perun. A family tree blossomed in her mind's eye. She was.. Astreya Xue Tianzhen, daughter of Zorya Utrennyaya, daughter of Dažbog, son of Svarog, brother of Perun. The names would have meant nothing to her, except that Zorya Utrennyaya was the name her father had whispered at the last. Mother
She collapsed, limbs still twitching. There Astreya lay for precisely thirteen minutes and eight seconds at the centre of a twenty-four-point-three-three-two-metre radius of complete and utter devastation, unable to move. She knew it would be so, even as she tried to move her unresponsive body. It was a funny thing; whether by some occult hand or sheer coincidence, there was absolutely nobody in the immediate vicinity. There would be people approaching soon enough, but not until she'd returned home. Then another piece of knowledge entered her mind: though Perun's motive had been to kill her, wipe out the blotch upon his immortal legacy, it had only caused her divine genetics to surge to the fore. Her once-pristine body was blackened by the ash of the once-extant field, strangely uncharred but marked with a spider-like web of crimson tracery. It was called a Litchenberg figure, the thought came to mind, which were supposed to fade but this one wasn't going to fade. Parts of it would over time, but never completely.
As she stood, bringing her hands to her face, she felt something strange. There was.. a horn
atop her head. A seventeen point-one-centimetre-long horn with a tip that was eight times sharper than the end of her white hair-strands. Somehow, the lightning strike didn't seem quite as important in the face of this new discovery. No other pieces of knowledge came to her.
Only later, when she returned home and redressed, did she feel the next call. She was going to the military. She would.. be a pilot. She would drive a Leviathan. All this was a certainty and despite all that had happened in the past half hour, she felt only a cool hate and an absolute sense that everything was happening as it should be. The taxi driver's smirk when he saw the horn atop her head was wiped off when he caught her gaze, the two seemingly endless pits that sparkled in an infinite distance away, the two pits that were her eyes.
They marked her down immediately as a demigod and she began training, throwing herself desperately into it with the knowledge that her skills as a pilot was going to be absolutely vital in the future, though what for, she knew not. Now, eight years later, Astreya Xue Tianzhen, half-Slavic deity, half-Chinese mortal, call-sign Unicorn White, ace pilot, has thrown herself into the war against the deities above, ready to hunt down her mother and kill her.