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Bianca Ordmin
Played By: Landon

Bianca Ordmin by Landon

TEAM: Sentinels


KIT CLASS: Empathy

Empathy High Mistress

Hall Of Fame!

Survival - 12 wins!

Fight Record
League Wins: 9
League Losses: 3
Out Of League Wins: 3
Out of League Losses: 5
Total Wins: 12
Total Losses: 8
Seryph Gibbons' Tapeworm - Win 8-5
Khazan Institute of Art - Win 12-6
The Khazanian - Win 9-7
Deaths Heart Beat - Win 9-7
Auntie Meme - Win 8-3
The Memoirs of Daniel Van Sant - Win 9-5
The Khazan Institute of Illicit Art - Loss 7-8
Josef Friedrich Clements - Loss 4-7
Recurve - Loss 5-8
Crow is of Death, Crow is of Doom - Loss 6-9
The Unknown Warrior - Win 13-6
Project Katoblepas - Win 8-6
Jessica Pendleton - Win 9-7
Vegas - Win 7-6
Young Adel - Win 10-6
Nathaniel Jarvis - Loss 5-6
Marjus Vocye - Loss 6-7
Hell's Bookie - Loss 5-9
Felicity - Win 7-6
Armageddon Arms Dealer - Loss 5-8

"I always knew." Chisiin said, her ears drooping with disappointment. "That cold, callous stare you had right after he died told me everything. I bet those tears you turned on shortly after were little more than an act. Just something to fool everyone, including yourself."

Bianca laughed as she paced around Chisiin's bound figure. "Looking back, you're right. You're absolutely fucking right. At the time, I thought my world came crashing down. I thought all of my dreams had been crushed. But now that I look back on my past self, I realize that in order for your dreams to be crushed, you had to have dreams in the first place."

Bianca twisted a knob on the side of the device that suspended her former friend in mid-air. With the twist, the anti-gravity pulses that detained Chisiin changed from purple to green. Chisiin's short fur stood up on end as pain coursed through her body, the pulse waves wrenching at her very nerves. After a few stony moments spent observing her captive's pain, Bianca turned the knob to its original position.

Chisiin coughed, her body still twitching from the aftereffects of the pulse waves. "He always thought you were a prime opportunity. Someone disenfranchised with the system. You seemed so full of hate and bitterness towards the Union and the Church and everything we stand against. But in the end..."

"In the end," Bianca interrupted as she turned the torture device's dial once again, "the only thing I was angry with was my own hollow self." Chisiin's body shook, unable to avail itself of the agony shooting through its nerves. Bianca continued her discussion, caring not that her audience likely couldn't hear. "I never hated the Church. I never despised the Traditionalists in Parliament. I just vented my own self-loathing upon the rest of the world, but unlike every other stupid teenager, I hated the fact that there was nothing to hate within myself." Bianca slowly turned the knob back to a less painful setting, still watching with Golem-like apathy.

"Exactly." Chisiin grunted, blood seeping from the corners of her mouth and tear ducts. "In the end, you had nothing to live or die for. Samhain saw you as Peccavi reborn! Boundless passion-- total abandon of Pharaoh's lies! But...!" Bianca wretched the dial to full, sending Chisiin into an instant fit of convulsions and horrifying screaming.

Bianca watched in silence as her former best friend was slowly torn asunder by the device's pulses. Once Chisiin's broken body tumbled to the ground, Bianca looked upon the remains with a contended glare. "But in the end, I am a Lie."


Personality: "The Life we seek to uphold is a Lie. We and everything we hold dear are little more than a fabrication-- an artificial existence that seems natural only because we know no other reality. The world is real-- the things we touch are real-- WE are real-- but our true selves and our beliefs are not of our own creation. We are Lies incarnate that can never know Truth without destroying everything that makes us who we are.

"Is it Truth that we seek, or merely the realization that some Lies are beautiful?"

--Jiao Qi, "The Dao of the Lone Survivor"

Sometimes, in order to retain something beautiful, something equally beautiful must be destroyed. While we may live in a universe that is little more than the remnant whims of a dead god, this doesn't change the innate beauty of our lives. This was the revelation Bianca had when she was faced with the Truth presented by the followers of Peccavi.

"Pharaoh created this world in his image." Hastur Migri told her when she entered the Peccavii's sanctuary deep within the bowels of the Takahashi Institute. "Our world is nothing more than a puppet left to die without a puppet master. In order to recapture any kind of true existence, not only do we need to cease being puppets-- we need to destroy these puppets." He spoke of the need to break down everything that held meaning in the world. The Church-- The Union-- life as we knew it-- everything had to be broken down by any means necessary in order to regain the Truth that was denied us by the god Pharaoh.

When faced with the Truth, Bianca realized that the Lie was a beautiful thing, and she vowed to preserve that lie.

Costs be damned.




Weak BELOW normal human strength -
can bench press 50 pounds (maybe).


Standard Normal human agility.


Standard Normal human endurance. Mind:


Superior Highly educated and ingenious.
A smart cookie.

Heart Closed Tight

Bianca understood why she was chosen to act as Seryph's "face" for this scenario. The idea of sitting down with the enemy and making small talk sickened her, especially considering it would be Hastur acting as the Peccavii's representative, but she knew the role she was to play.

Seryph knew that Hastur felt a certain kinship for her. Despite effectively murdering several of his compatriots, Hastur was known for believing that Bianca still harbored feelings of regret for her actions back at the Institute. It was these assumed emotions that Hastur believed would turn Bianca to Peccavii's cult, and Seryph knew that the only way to drop Hastur's guard would be to distract him with the notion that he could sway yet another hapless soul to his perverse cause.

"The inherent flaw of being a master of emotions is being blinded by your own." Seryph said as their cruiser docked at Annosh-3 Space Station. "Hastur can read people's feelings because they feel the same way he feels. He bases his readings on his own nature. He assumes that you regret betraying Sven and Mubwin. He assumes you still hold feelings for Samhain. He assumes you feel guilt for killing Chisiin. Any normal person would feel the way he would feel. You are no normal person.

"You are a cold-hearted hero. You are defiant out of harsh logic and blind abandon. You are no longer capable of feeling in the same way as someone like Hastur. This is why Hastur will never realize that this is nothing more than a trap, because he assumes you hold his same code of honor.

"You have no honor. You feel no regret for leading a former friend to what may be their demise. You're the only one who can do what must be done in this situation: subdue Hastur and bring him to us for interrogation."

Bianca had infiltrated the Space Station two days before. In the meeting hall where she and Hastur were to discuss cease fire terms she laid her spider's web. The walls and ceilings were laced with immobilization rays, all encoded with Hastur's DNA signature, so that they would train on him the moment Bianca activated the system.

Eyes Wide Shut

"Would you be offended if I were to call you stubborn?" Hastur spoke with a smug smile, his fencing hand resting on his sword hilt with casual menace as he stood at the end of the banquet table.

"You assume I have something to be fucking stubborn about." Bianca scoffed from across the table. "I think you mistake me for someone who gives a damn."

Hastur's eyes met Bianca's, the yellow of his eyes shining with piercing certainty. "You have much to defend, my dear. Those friends who still believe in your precious Lie. Everyone who clings to this life. You are stubborn for their collective sake." Hastur's pupils widened as they attempted to force their way through Bianca's own tenacious gaze.

"Lies." Bianca huffed in defiance, her will reeling with Hastur's invasive stare. "Nothing but damned lies. I just do what I do to spite fucking bastards like you."

Hastur took a step back, his eyes showing frustration but never breaking from Bianca's view. "Is that not a lie you tell to yourself? Are you not lying to yourself to defend what little semblance of respectable ideology you still retain? You compound lie upon lie, warping your own illogical desires into a system of beliefs that even you know to be nothing more than a fabrication."

Bianca's pupils narrow, focusing her will to proverbial pinpoints and ousting Hastur's mental intrusion. "I fight fire with ice. I fight truth with lies. The only way to beat fuckers like you who insist on opening eyes that need to remain shut is to pretend those eyes are wide open."

Shaken by his failed attempt to sway Bianca's mind, Hastur laughed with a combination of pity and admiration. "Yes. Stubborn would indeed be an insult." And with his comment Hastur drew his blade, knowing full well the only form of persuasion one such as Bianca would comprehend.



  • Power: Web Creation
  • Level:Supreme
  • Kit Power Link: Empathy
  • Seeker This attack hunts and follows its target.
  • Ranged and Melee Attack! Attack is equally effective at range and up close.
Hastur leaped upon the table, ready to chase down Bianca and impale her upon his sabre. Bianca smirked as she snapped her fingers, and with that signal the immobilization array started its barrage.

The first two rays were dodged with relative ease. Hastur parried them with his blade, reflecting them at the perfect angle, so as not to allow the beams to take hold of his only weapon. As the rays reflected away from his blade, Hastur spun around and made a diving charge down the table. Bianca watched as Hastur lunged with all of his effort, his blade noticeably trained upon her throat. More rays shone from all angles, and with each beam that truck Hastur his assault began to slow. He wrested free from several in mid-flight, but with each hold that he broke two more met their mark.

Despite his best effort, Hastur's blade never had a chance of piercing Bianca's throat.

Torturous Feelings

  • Power: Weapons Creation
  • Level:Supreme
  • Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large area.
  • Ranged and Melee Attack! Attack is equally effective at range and up close.
  • Multi Attack Attack can hit multiple times during one strike.
"I hear you like this position." Hastur cooed as he dangled precariously in the center of the banquet hall, suspended by a series of immobilization devices. "Do you find that the only way you can truly open up to others is if they will never have the chance to repeat those feelings to another living soul?"

Bianca smiled as she lifted a black atachè case onto the table below Hastur. "Unlike my youth, I now prefer to express my true feelings in non-verbal ways. Some things can never be expressed in words."

Hastur burst out into maddening laughter. His eyes, glowing with etheric power, trained themselves upon Bianca's. "So the ice queen does hide something within that leaden heart! Indeed you do let your guard down once someone is your captive subject. I see now that you were never the woman that Samhain believed you to be. If this hallowed, bitter heart is your true self, you are truly a creature of this deceitful world."

Bianca didn't return Hastur's "compliment," choosing to continue her sly smile as she opened her case, inside of which was numerous long, slender needles. Bianca began placing each of the foot-long spikes one by one upon the table.

"Before you begin your little homicidal sojourn, let me ask you this: You know that we Peccavii are willing to sacrifice ourselves and commit horrible deeds to achieve our ends. We find that the ends justify the means. But do your allies feel the same way? Does Mr. Gibbons or Tanin feel it is worth sacrificing one's honor and pride and innocence in order to preserve your existence? Are you not sacrificing that which you want to defend? Is it worth it?"

With Hastur's question, Bianca placed the last remaining spire upon the table. With that gesture, she flicked a switch within the atachè case. The needles rose into the air, their intended trajectory clearly aimed at Hastur's prone form. A dull hum permeated the banquet hall as Bianca's eyes met Hastur's, and with a cold smile she responded.