Like liquid sky poured into an hourglass, quicker than quicksilver, the rogue renamon Skyfire has made it to the real world and back. And it’s given her some ideas.
Coming from the digital world, her days were filled with a simple, natural equilibrium. The strong survive, eating the weak. And judging by the number of digital beasts she’s consumed, she could certainly count herself among the strong.
And yet it was a simple, linear understanding. Surrounded by a world the same as she was, she knew nothing else. The shock of coming in contact with the real world... did something to her. Gave her an unusual first impression. All this matter and energy and dimensionality. She could read it. Like lines of code, or more like grids of the stuff. A matrix, perhaps.
What’s more, she could write it. Redirect it. Warp it to her own whims. After a fashion, anyway. Some experimentation revealed she could rewrite the reality-code of anything or anyone she could touch. Only a little at a time, of course; just because she could recode real entities didn’t mean she was an instant whiz. But she hardly needs to be when she has many methods of making someone stand still.
Struck as she is by this revelation, her most pressing need remains. The strong eat the weak. And she’s only getting stronger.
Abilities and notes:
Coming from the digital world, she already had the ability to coat her hands and feet in fire, as well as summoning diamond leaves to storm a target. But she’s pushed her control of the latter to greater heights, allowing the leaves to solidify around someone, trapping them as if frozen in ice. She also makes terrifying use of shadow clones to confuse and disorient.
Since coming to the real world, she’s learned to code anything she touches, too. Meaning, she may steal attributes like strength, speed or size from someone, or with more prolonged contact suck their special moves or natural abilities out of them for her own use. If she’s feeling particularly malevolent, she may corrupt their coding even further, transforming them (or parts of them) into something that suits her fancy.
And, of course, she’s very practiced with eating people. So much so that she can choose to play off the bulge they make as a flat belly, or let them struggle much more visibly. Her clothes hardly seem to get in the way at all, dematerializing into data dust at her command if they don’t simply alter their parameters to accommodate. The fate that awaits most is conversion into data... and hips.
Though she presents as female, one looking closer will find she's usually a null.
