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✿ arcade core dta .. alien entries! ⚝ status / open ✿ table of contents ࿔ intro ࿔ info/desc ࿔ lore/backstory ࿔ adaptations ࿔ outro ⬤ INTRO ⬤ hihi!!!!!! i saw the dta and absolutely loved your designs! i decided to enter for the silly alien goober! took maybe 1 and a half days? i hope you like these entries and i hope to add more soon! <33 ⬤ info/desc ⬤ name: Zeta codename: Phantasma species: alien cat gender: demigirl pronouns: she/they/xe sexuality: undetermined age: 14 (at time of crash), 17 (now) crush: n/a relationships - family: mom (d3@d), dad (ER), sibling (alive - hiding) personality: Positive Traits - Deeply Empathetic, Determined, Resilient, Precision-Minded | Neutral Traits - Hyper-Vigilant, Dry, Sarcastic, Reserved | Negative Traits - Defensive, Guarded, Anxious, Self-Doubting, Resentful occupation: a$$@SS1n >:] ⬤ lore/backstory ⬤ The engineered disease that decimated her planet didn't k1ll her—instead, it bonded with her biology. She survived the terrifying, chaotic crash landing on Earth, but at a massive cost: she now carries the exact pathogen that took her mother and injured her father inside her own veins. Every time her bioluminescent glow flares up, she isn't just seeing her powers; she is forced to relive the trauma of losing her family and her home in a matter of hours. She didn't choose to become a living weapon. Hunting down the covert scientists who engineered the mal-luciferin isn't a glamorous, cold-blooded mission for her; it’s a desperate, exhausting crusade driven by a terrified survivor. She acts tough, but using the disease against others makes her feel sick with guilt. She hates that she has to rely on the same cruelty that destroyed her world, and every confrontation chips away at her spirit. She isn't an emotionless assassin; she's a grieving kid trying to ensure these scientists can never rip another family apart. Because she is so afraid of the toxic pathogen inside her hurting an innocent person, she intentionally pushes people away. Yet, the isolation is crushing. When humans point at her and yell their disgust, it completely shatters her tough exterior. She isn't a monster—she is a deeply homesick refugee who just wants to feel safe. ⬤ adaptations ⬤ She can concentrate the glowing virus into her claws, making her scratches inflict the very virus that destroyed her home. The floating rings around her limbs double as localized gravity containment fields, allowing her to shoot compressed bursts of neon bio-toxin at a distance. Since her body adapted to the virus, she can stalk through toxic, infected hazard zones completely unaffected. ⬤ outro ⬤ Alright, that's all. I'm tired. I'll see ya'll later. (╥_╥)