About the Character

Franchise/Setting this Character is From || Metroid, Ili Tarin Nalima (planet ZDR)
How Much Experience Do You Have With Character/Franchise? || Over 20 years of experience with Metroid, have played/completed all major titles and am familiar with most of Metroid's background material.
Why Would This Character Be A Good Fit For Our Site? || She plays an action role in my fanfiction set in this franchise, and I believe she would be a good fit playing a similar action role in Mono.
Do You Roleplay This Character Elsewhere? || No, she originates as a minor character in my fan backstory for Raven Beak.
References For People Who Are Unfamiliar || The Downfall of Ashkar Behek

The Basics

Name || Quick Storm
Nicknames || Storm
Age || 179
Birthday || June 14
Species || Avía-rá (Chozo Offshoot)
Gender || Female
Alignment/Faction || Chaotic good, aligned with Mawkin Tribe (and Galactic Federation since the Mawkin began negotiations with them)
Sexuality || Unknown
Face Claim || N/A
Height & Weight || 7'2'', 302 lbs
Identifying Features || Hawk features, brown feathers, minor ruffles/scars but no major scarring features (yet; as reckless as she is that may change!).
Overall || She has a personal custom of painting her face during combat. She is typically dressed for combat, either in flight gear or armor. Keeps herself armed with a standard Mawkin firearm while on the ground.

The Personality

Personal Strengths || Thick skin for verbal insults and derision, willingness to throw herself to the front lines for comrades, keeps strong bonds with friends. On very rare occasions can show a gentler side to help friends through severe mental trauma, but this is seen by almost no one else.
Personal Weaknesses || Short-tempered, trust issues outside of the Mawkin tribe, prone to self-endangering recklessness. Lack of interest or experience in romantic situations.
Goals || Committed to the Mawkin interest in returning to stable population levels and securing a new home at ili Tarín Nalíma, or elsewhere if necessary. Seeks to help the unfettered Mawkin spirit continue thriving.
Fears || Losing the tribe (literally or in spirit).
Overall || Has personal war rituals, including bantering with comrades prior to missions. Between missions, she practices Chozo carving skills.

Talents and Equipment

Unique Abilities || Adept fighter pilot, keen eyesight and aim. As is normal for Avía-rá, she is capable of high running speeds and jumping great distances, equivalent to the listed norms for Chozo.
Skills || Keen eye for weather and weather patterns. Good carving skills. Some experience with communicating with domestic beast companions, particularly those native to ili Tarín Nalíma such as Armadiggers.
Training || Standard Mawkin warrior training, pilot training
Combat Strengths || Accurate shot, ability to pilot flying vehicles.
Combat Weaknesses || Under-trained in close-range combat.
Weapons || Main means of combat is her Mawkin fighter jet. Otherwise, she equips a standard Mawkin pistol.
Ship || Strix-class light interceptor

The History

Family Information || Details not known; probably has living family among the Mawkin tribe. For the most part, her tribe is her family.
Homeworld || Ili Tarín Nalíma
History || Was a trained pilot by the time the Mawkin split from the Avia-Ra and traveled to ili Tarín Nalíma. Fought against the Pirate raid on ili Tarín Nalíma. Has looked up to Eresh Tarren as an example of the Mawkin free spirit, though has never met him.
Current Story || Dismayed to witness the exile of Eresh, she blames Ash’kar Behek for the exile decision, and holds a grudge against him, believing that he had completely severed all communication with Eresh and abandoned him.

She had kept those feelings suppressed, until in a sudden outburst during routine maintenance of her ship she went on an impulsive firing spree and caused extensive damage to the hangar. She was caught by Mawkin guards and brought to the elders, including Ash’kar Behek, for a tribunal, during which she catches a moment to shout to Ash’kar that he was “a blight upon the tribe for abandoning [Eresh]! A better warrior than you would at least talk to him!” before her beak was promptly shut by the restraining guard.

An investigation and diagnosis has been presented to the elders that her destructive behavior was a symptom of deficient morale among the younger warriors since Eresh’s exile, and a confiscated totem of Eresh carved by Storm was given to Ash’kar to study. From this tribunal, it becomes clear to Ash’kar that he walks a fine line between letting his soldiers fall out of order and stamping out their morale, and that straying toward either extreme could jeopardize the Mawkin tribe. The results of the tribunal, and thus Quick Storm’s fate, remains to be seen.

Other Information || Aarushan rookery

The Roleplayer

Pen Name || Acayl
Age || 32
Other Characters here on Monomachiarum || None
Roleplay Samples ||

Writing sample 1:

The Pirate mothership hovered over the horizon, still far beyond Red Tail’s radar and faded by the sheer distance. Several Mawkin teams were already engaged within the cloud of Pirate stingrays as the floating dark mountain’s surroundings sparked with beam fire and billowed with smoke.

“Behold!” he radioed to the fellow hawk flying beside him over Zebes’ grassy plateaus. “Our target.”

“What say you? Is it big enough?” Quick Storm asked, her voice mechanically distorted inside the comm of Red Tail’s helmet. Although she was not visible in her cockpit, Red Tail was almost certain she had painted her face with war streaks again, despite the fact that there was no such Mawkin custom.

“Hardly. Perhaps they should consider upgrading.”

“Does it look at all fearsome to you?” she asked. “Because I think it looks like something an old Thoha would wear for a hat.”

“What kind of Thoha would let his hat look that filthy?”

“A naturalist Thoha. He lives in a straw hut and smears dirt all over himself. He hobbles around on his stick and he says, ‘Ohoho, I am become one with the planet.’”

Red Tail chortled. “He sounds like a delightful fellow.”

“Which is why we have to kill his hat,” Quick Storm said.

“And let Zebes’ hot sun beat down on the poor elder?”

“Slap his bald head.”



Writing sample 2:

Once the four hawks merged their trajectories and flocked together, Quick Storm greeted their captain: “You are late, war mother! Can your old eyes still keep up?”

Ghost Hawk ignored her. “Team, am I audible?”

“Rem ker,” Red Tail confirmed in unison with Quick Storm and First Glimpse.




Writing sample 3:

Red Tail’s heart pounded as they continued advancing up the side of the mothership. In minutes he was about to reunite with Raven Beak for the first time since the old corvid had donated to him.

“Wait. . . .” Ghost Hawk buzzed for his attention. “Garma! Something is about to greet us from inside!”

“What?”

A massive dragonoid suddenly shot out of an opening, letting out a deafening screech as he charged down past the two hawks.

“Dear Mawk,” he muttered as his heart lurched at the sight of him. “Sen no bahi ninu . . . ?”

First Glimpse pinged him from behind: “Sir? What is that coming down at me?”

“Aikon!”

Red Tail aborted his ascent and broke away from Ghost Hawk, flipped the ship around, and plummeted back down toward Zebes’ rugged terrain, chasing after the flying beast as he torched and clawed at Mawkin jets.

“Aikon! Where are you?”

Chozo fighters swarmed around the dragonoid, attempting to take shots as his open mouth threw flames back at them. Just as Red Tail descended to the beast’s level, Balan dosh Nabular flew before him and landed on the engine behind one jet’s cockpit.

First Glimpse screamed and buzzed in Red Tail’s comm: “What? Ahhh!”

He watched the monster punch into the cockpit of the fighter ahead of him and throw the poor sap out into the air.

“Aikon!”

The empty jet smoking in his clutches, he turned his head back toward Red Tail. He hurled the Mawkin ship at him, which he narrowly dodged.

“You! Twig neck!”

Just after screaming into everyone’s comms, Quick Storm landed two shots knocking aside the dragonoid’s snout. The creature now in a blind rage, he charged at the offending Mawkin as she flew down the mothership and dodged his barrage of flames.

“She bought us this,” Ghost Hawk said. “Now is the time to board.”

“Right. Rem ai.”