Nim'Harra || The Hive Queen

[Nim'Harra]

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Given Name ... Nimaah || Crowned Name ... Nim'Harra​

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Species ... Human Hybrid || Age ... 38 || Sex ... Female ​

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Height ... 5foot9inches || Eyes ... Purple - Orange || Weight ... 135pounds || Hair ... Brown || Skin ... Mottled Brown​

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Faction ... The Confederacy of Independent Systems​

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Force Sensitive ... Confirmed​

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Strengths ...​

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{+} Nim'Harra is a master in the force. Her connection to the hive mind only amplifies this power. You would have to be an exceptional force user to be able to defeat her in one on one combat. {+}​

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{+} The Queen has an uncountable number of hive mind grunts at her control. It takes but a whisper but thought to call them running to her side. Nim'Harra isn't afraid to use them. {+}​

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{+} Her skin, after years of ruling over the hive, has turned into thick carapace that is almost impossible to penetrate. Lightsabers have little to know the effect on her, but the parts of her that remain human are still open to be damaged by all types of blades. {+}​

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{+} Over the years Nim'Harra has grown a pair of wings. These are used for both flight and a dangerous weapon and can be put away and brought out as needed. {+}​

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Weaknesses ...​

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{-}Without Nim'Harra, there could be no Atiria. Without the Atiria, there could be no Nim'Harra. The hive and the Queen are bonded together, some believe irrivesably so. While Nim'Harra can travel some distance away from the bulk of the hive, longer distances threaten the sanity and lives of both the Queen and the hive.{-}​

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{-} Nim'Harra is connected to the entire hive She feels their joy, their successes, their pain, and their failures. With so many minds to control and so many emotions to feel it can become quite overwhelming for the young Queen. {-}​

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{-} Emotions run rampant through the hive. Nim'Harra is just as much slave to her own basic human emotions as she is to their otherworldly ones. Anything she feels is amplified by a million. Love, sadness, confusion, hate. Sometimes they're so powerful they're tangible to others who have a deep-rooted understanding of the force. {-}​

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{-} Atiria and their Queen are growing every day. Nim'Harra strays further from her human form with each life the hive absorbs. There's potential that one day the woman known as Nimaah will disappear entirely to be replaced by 'The Mother' of Atiria. A full breed hive mind Queen capable of producing grunts without the need for human sacrifice. {-}​

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{-} Though Nim'Harra is able to use her wings as a deadly weapon, they are the most fragile part of her body. One wrong swing, one powerful punch, one misplaced step and they could shatter into a million pieces. {-}​

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Atiria || The Beginning​

[Pre-Nim'Harra]​

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Thousands of years ago, before even the oldest minds can remember, the Galaxy was plagued by a hidden monstrosity. It began on the fringe worlds. Reports of attacks so horrific none had the stomach to hear them in their entirety. The only constant between the whispered tales was this: the monster that caused all the chaos and destruction was not one, but many. Thousands upon thousands of demons, so twisted and grotesque in their appearance deciphering where they were once sentient or otherwise was nigh impossible.

Only a few bared any semblance to their gracious host's former self. It called itself Atiria. A hive mind bent on mercilessly consuming the Galaxy into their fold. A hive mind whose only method of communication was destruction and death. None were safe. The elderly, the sick, the young... the ruthless entity absorbed all.

The tyranny reigned for many months. The world after the world fell to the blood lust of Atiria. For a while all hope was lost, none would dare stand and face the brutality of the hive, until one day it crossed paths with a duo that would be its eventual undoing. On a mostly unassuming planet named Ipeka lived a race of bold and brave warriors. A deeply dedicated religious group known to have contact with an otherworldly being. A being that gave them strength, that blessed them with the magic of light, that protected them with its omnipotent grace.

The deity knew of the approaching horror. In its ever-watchful eye, it saw the ruthlessness of Atiria. It watched as its numbers swelled from a mere handful to hundreds, then thousands, then millions. It saw nation after nation burn, soul after soul succumbing to the hive. It saw no one was safe. The greater being commanded his people to prepare for the battle to end all. Rinar and Toleg, two warriors of Clan Lyre, bore the most weight on their shoulders. For they were the chosen ones. The ones the deity had picked to truly understand the importance of the war that was about to come. They were the only ones who knew what was at stake. If they lost, if even one mistake was made, it wouldn’t just be the end of Clan Lyre. Atiria would not be satisfied with one victory alone. This would not be its only conquest. It would swallow the entire Galaxy whole.

Rinar and Toleg took their duty with pride. They rallied the support of the people, gathered the planets that surrounded them in a united front against the great beast and on the plains of Ipeka they raged a war on Atiria. The warriors knew their task. In the midst of the swarm, protected by the grotesque demons it controlled, was ‘The Mother’. The great deity had seen it, just as he had seen its death and destruction, and this would be the key to their success. Guided by their protector, the two warriors hatched a cunning plan. Clan Lyre was wise. They knew they had no chance of defeating the hoard in its entirety, even their light magic could not hope to match it. But there was hope, even if it was only a passing theory.

What controlled could also be controlled.​

They fought long and hard for two days straight to reach the heart of the swarm. Joined by a host of other warriors who boldly gave their lives to stop the monstrous entity, Rinar and Toleg finally came face to face with ‘The Mother’. It was a demon of ungodly proportions.

A towering untamed beast, carved from forces so dark the warriors could not comprehend it. It was grotesque, a monster from the depths of hell, pulled from the darkness itself. Rinar and Toleg knew what they had to do. Rinar gave her life and Toleg spoke to the spell to bind her soul to the Hive Mother’s. Such a pure and powerful light sided warrior would not be able to resist the darkness, she would never see the light again, but the sacrifice was a small one. ‘The Mother’ was not defeated but contained, controlled by the warrior once known as Rinar now instead crowned as Rin’Harra. The first hive Queen.

She was a slave to her baser instincts, the desire to kill and consume overtook all, but Toleg remained. He was the one who would make her see reason. For weeks it seemed it had not worked, the Lyre continued to beat back Atiria, Toleg and Rin’Harra continued their dance of everlasting words until one day…Toleg broke through. Rin’Harra remembered. Remembered the death and destruction Atiria was capable of, remembered the faces of all those who had been consumed by it, remembered her task.

Through her dedication to great omnipotence that overlooked Ipeka and the Lyre, and the power she vested over the hive, she allowed her people to trap herself and Atiria away under Ipeka’s crust. Finally, the nightmare rested. The Lyre were able to travel to all the planets affected and clean the remaining Atiria from their surfaces. As long as it remained fed by the sacrifice of an unspoiled woman the Lyre make every few hundred years, Aitira was no longer a threat. As long as it was controlled by the dedication and light of the women who gave their lives up to see this horror contained, Atiria was no more. The Galaxy had won.

Atiria || Nim'Harra, The Eighth Queen​

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[Will add later, with pretty pictures. Posting now because I'm mildly terrified the layout will mess up if I copy paste it.]​

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

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