Olathe is a very focused young lady. She knows what she wants to do and where she wants to be. She goes about her work oftentimes in quiet solitude. This sometimes gives her an aire of being stuck up. In truth, she just has little time for foolishness.
Olathe has lived with her mother in Chicago for most of her life. Her father died when she was very long, leaving her mother to care solely for the infant girl, and Olathe has never taken her mother's love for granted. The pair has a very close relationship, and now as Olathe applies for colleges, Tehya supports her daughter's ambitions full-time at the hospital where she works, the entire staff there helping Olathe out as much as they can.
Olathe is loved by those who have the fortitude to break through her shell of determination. She can seem somewhat icy when one first meets her, but if enough effort is given to prove to her that an individual is not going to waste her time, she is a true and steadfast friend. Olathe's power as a Sailor Senshi comes from both peace and change. Her ambition to become a doctor has given that power an entirely new light, and she will work tirelessly to try and find peaceful solutions to the problems caused by the enemies her team may face. Her power also makes her impossibly vital to the team; she has the ability to heal most wounds and injuries even while in her civilian form, and has often had to use this power for her teammates - and most likely will again in the future.
WARNING: The story of Ivhiran's origin is directly tied to her life on earth in present day. Spoilers may and likely are present; proceed at own risk. As with the awakening, this is taken word for word from the Sailormoon Vengeance chronicle itself.
Princess Estanatlehi looked up into the sky.
Four bright lights had been extinguished. Three of which she knew, the fourth of which she did not.
Even so, it was a sorrowful moment for the young heiress. Her world would soon fall. She watched as the light that Acheria gave, reflected from their system's sun, slowly began to darken as Chaos overpowered the planet's defenses.
Estanatlehi's guardian, Tsohanoai, sighed and drew her in for a tight embrace, trying to comfort her without words. Estanatlehi folded in against his chest, weeping softly for the loss of her sister-princesses, her friends.
"You know I have to go soon," Tsohanoai murmured softly. "My forces must be led. And I have to try...for you and for our world."
She nodded, going up on tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek. "I shall meet you again," she promised. "Whether in this cycle or the next, I shall meet you again."
He nodded, dropping gracefully to one knee before her, head bowed in a gesture of ultimate respect and love. After a long moment charged with deep emotion, he stood, dark, silvery-grey cape fluttering to rest around him, the golden lining seeming to glow against the pewter of his clothing. He took her hand and brought it to his lips, delivering a soft kiss to the back of it. "I love you, my princess," he murmured. "I shall carry you in my heart always."
And Estanatlehi watched him stride away, engraving his every movement in her memory. She knew without knowing how that he'd just stepped from her life forever. "And I you, my Knight," she murmured softly.
After Tsohanoai departed, his princess made her way to the small bird sanctuary that was held within the palace itself. She sat down upon a bench, trilling softly. Her favorite avian companion, a hawk-shaped bird with flecks of golden brown in his pale grey feathers, soared down out of the tree he'd been perched in, and landed gently atop her shoulder, his talons never even tightening. The bird set his small head against her cheek, as if he knew her sorrow.
The Navahrroan mind-hawk, one of the rarest birds in their world, did in fact know her sorrow. The birds were empathic and had been domesticated - to a point, the hawk after all is still a bird of prey - as companions for the people of that world, pets of a sentient sort that shared in their emotions and made wonderful comforts in time of trial.
She stroked the pale feathers softly, and it wasn't until the armies of the evil God had stormed the palace that the bird took flight, a keening, loss-filled cry echoing into the air as the last living creature on Navahrro circled the smoking rubble that had once been the avian sanctuary in the royal palace, looking down with mournful eyes of gold at the fallen form of his mistress.
A figure in a shimmer of silver appeared amidst the ruin. She trilled softly and the hawk took wing for her, soaring easily down to land as gently on the newcomer's shoulder as he had the princess. She stroked one feathered wing, smiling sadly as the little hunter looked so sorrowfully at her. "I know," she murmured in a voice like birdsong. Her silvery, pearl-grey hair seemed to shimmer in the night, soft golden eyes taking in the destruction. "My brothers and sisters have already made their wishes known...I believe that our Father will not let us down. Do you want to go with us?"
The little hawk gave a quiet cry, joy in his voice as he affirmed that desire. For a mind-hawk to be parted from its master or mistress was devastating once the little bird imprinted the emotional and mental patterns of a certain individual, and the loneliness after such a loss could often make the little creatures inconsolable. Over all their lifespans, they would only ever have one true master.
The woman smiled gently at him. "Then you shall, little one." She kissed the top of the hawk's head, and looked up into the sky. "I make but one request, my Father," she said.
"And what is that, Nichoa?" came the gentle reply.
"Send but this one creature forth with his mistress. The last living thing on my world does not deserve such a lonely existance."
"Nichoa...I could never say no to you, my gentle daughter," Irrin replied. From the tone of voice, it was easy to tell that the Father-God was smiling from his celestial perch. "It shall be as you ask. This little one will once more know his mistress. I agree. No creature as loving and accepting as this little animal should have to live so utterly alone."
Nichoa smiled then. "I thank you, Father." She paused. "Will we see our children again?" came the pained question.
"Go with them yourself," Irrin suggested. "I can think of no finer guardian for our little soldier of peace and her knight than you, Nichoa. Go with their souls. Find them in their next lives. Guide Estanatlehi to be the warrior and princess that she was destined to be from the beginning. Lead Tsohanoai to her. Teach them."
She nodded, bowing slightly, even as the Starseeds of the fallen princess and her knight began winging away through the sky, along with a glowing ball of pearly white light that was the temporary protector of the little mind-hawk until the trio should reach their destination.
Nichoa watched them go for a moment, her thought reaching out toward the world where they were headed, appraising the people of the little blue globe on the other side of the galaxies. She smiled, nodded approvingly, and shimmered for a moment.
When the shimmering stopped, a pearl-grey dove took wing, flying away from the charred ruins and following the Starseeds and souls with her fellow Gods and Goddesses toward a tiny blue light far from Navahrro and the ruins of the Mendhaian solar system.
Toward a new hope.
And hopefully...peace.
WARNING: The story of Ivhiran's awakening is taken word for word from the Sailormoon Vengeance chronicle itself; spoilers might be included, but if so, they are small in number and importance.
"Tina, no! Oh, Tina!"
Olathe stared in horror as her classmate's eyes slowly darkened, sending the girl toppling numbly to the earth. The shade that had touched her with its venomous claws slithered toward her.
Olathe stamped one foot on the ground at the living shadow, trying to drive it away from Tina so that she could go get help. "Get away from her!" she cried desperately, though none of her efforts seemed to even slow the creature.
It slithered across the ground, seeming to absorb straight in through Tina's skin. The girl sat up, eyes opening to reveal darkened, lightless pits of malevolent black. Olathe took a step backward. "Tina?" she hazarded a guess.
The thing that had been her friend snarled, launching itself at her. She shrieked, staggering backward in an effort to get away from it.
A stray can behind her heel sent her sprawling on the ground, and she let out a yelp as one arm came up over her head, eyes closed against the inevitable final blow.
There was a thump, a yell, and a muttered curse a few moments later. Olathe opened her eyes to see a young man clothed in deep grey and gold kneeling over the now-unconscious form of her friend. He turned, standing straight. "Princess," he murmured in a tone of ultimate respect and fondness. He dropped to one knee. A little grey hawk with flecks of golden yellow in its feathers soared down out the sky, keening delightedly as it circled a very confused Olathe and then settled lightly and contentedly on her shoulder, nuzzling at her cheek as it watched her with copper-colored eyes. A second bird shimmered into the air where it had not been before and settled on the shoulder of the young man. "Welcome back, Tsohanoai," said a female voice.
Olathe could have sworn that the dove on the young man's shoulder had spoken.
The Chicago night seemed suddenly a lot less intimidating than it had just a moment before. "Okay, wait," she said. "Who ARE you people?"
The dove raised her head and somehow managed to smile - with a beak - at Olathe. "You've been found, Princess. Receive your birthright. Take up the Ya'cheoa."
A golden staff flickered and came into being, hovering about four feet above the ground in front of Olathe. She let out a startled yelp. And yet, one hand reached out of its own volition and closed around the staff's glossy surface. It seemed somehow familiar, a sudden burning in the back of her mind, hovering just at her earliest memory.
"Now, repeat after me," said the dove. "Path of Change, Give Me Life. And mean it."
Olathe nodded. She was talking to a bird. Another bird was sitting on her shoulder. A young man she'd never seen before clothed in the garb of a medieval warrior had just saved her life.
What else could possibly happen to confuse her now?
"Path of Change, Give Me Life!" she cried, somehow knowing that the staff belonged poised with its tip in the sky when those words were spoken. Light of every color swirled madly around her body, transfiguring her, shaping her to its choice.
When the light faded, she was left standing in a black, two-piece uniform with skirt and collar.
A Sailor Senshi.
The dove nodded in approval. "Welcome back, Estanatlehi. Sailorivhiran."
The young man smiled softly. "I've missed you."
Name :: Olathe Chenoa Meaning :: Beautiful Dove Gender :: Female Height :: 4'8" Eyes :: Bright pink Hair :: Lavender, cut to hang curling just under her chin Birthday :: June 27 Age :: 17 Sign :: Cancer Blood type :: A Favorite Food :: Tex-Mex Least Favorite Food :: Fish Favorite Gemstone :: Grey pearl Goals :: To work with her mother at the hospital where she will eventually take over her mother's position as chief of Emergency Room staff at the Chicago hospital where they work Strengths :: Patience, wonderful bedside manner, making peace between arguing friends, cooking Weaknesses :: Sorrow, anger, conflict between friends, helplessness Hobbies :: Cooking, studying medical journals, reading the lastest articles in said medical journals to keep herself current on the latest techniques, feeding Etu Family :: Mother, Tehya Chenoa, Olathe's only living relative
Princess Name :: Estanatlehi Name Meaning :: The Sky Goddess [Appendix A] Planet :: Navahrro [Appendix B] Senshi Name :: Sailorivhiran Name Origin :: Ivhiran, hand of the Sky Goddess [Appendix C] Colors :: Dove grey, pale yellow Guide :: Nichoa, Grey Dove [Appendix D] Weapon :: Ya'Cheoa, "Peace-Light" [Appendix E] Collar :: Grey Tiara :: Gold Tiara Gem :: Grey Earrings :: Grey star gems Choker :: Grey, golden star in center Brooch :: Grey star crystal Gloves :: Fingerless except index finger Right glove :: Yellow Left glove :: Grey Upper bodice :: Black; yellow stripe and grey stripe at hemline Skirt top layer :: Grey Skirt bottom layer :: Yellow Skirt bows :: Grey ribbons, yellow bow Boots :: Black, golden star in the center of each boot Left Boot :: Line at top of boot :: Yellow Right Boot :: Line at top :: Grey Henshin Mantra :: Path of Change, Give Me Life! Power Realm :: Change, with powers coming from progression and peace Power Counter :: Aggression, regression Forward Motion Lance :: This is the only offensive power that Ivhiran possesses. It's a beam of solidified energy that's razor sharp and will cut through anything. It eats away darkness like acid to metal. It is, however, not strong enough to completely destroy an enemy on its own. It's a distraction attack, one to give the enemy something to focus on while Abraxas or one of the other Triad members readies their killing blow. Standard Senshi-level attack. Healing Wing :: This is a power for healing that is merely a stronger version of the powers Ivhiran possesses in her civilian form. This power can heal any wound or injury no matter how severe. It draws not from the life force of Ivhiran herself, but from the energy force of the world itself, evening out its energy pull so as not to drain any one being or creature too much. It can only be used one time per transformation, however. Non-standard Senshi power. Inner Peace Protecting :: A barrier power much like Sailorinfinitas' attack, "Fortune's Purification". This is a more flexible power, however, and can be used as often as needed in a battle, provided, of course, that Ivhiran has enough strength and power to keep it fueled. Once she runs out of strength, the barrier will fade. This is her ultimate power, one used especially in times of great peril to protect the people she loves. Opening Theme :: "I'm Still Here" Vertical Horizon Image song :: "World" .hack//sign Dance Club Mix :: "Lost Complex" Iceman Memory Retrieval Mix :: "My Immortal" Evanescence Romance Mix :: "A Stroke Of Luck" Garbage Background Mix [happy] :: "Sleepless Beauty" Gravitation/Iceman Henshin Mix :: "Hearts of Fire" Missing Heart Evil Mix :: "Devil's Trill Sonata" Vanessa Mae [Yami No Matsuei] Fight Mix :: "Lies" Evanescence Angst Mix :: "Should've Listened" Nickelback Death Mix :: "When I Look To The Sky" Train Heartbreak Mix :: "Rain" Cowboy Bebop Background Mix 2 [sorrow] :: "Angel" Sarah McLaughlan Fight Mix 2 :: "Supernova Goes Pop" Powerman 5000 Angst Mix 2 :: "As Heaven Is Wide" Garbage Sorrow Mix :: "Long Way From Home" David Lanz Fight Mix 3 :: "Firestarter" Prodigy Evil Mix 2 :: "Break Me Shake Me" Savage Garden Fight Mix 4 :: "When Worlds Collide" Powerman 5000 Background Mix 3 [tense] :: "Hands" Jewel Final Fight Mix [end] :: "Viva Forever" The Spice Girls Aftermath :: "Full of Grace" Sarah McLachlan Closing Theme :: "Calling All Angels" Train Appendix A - Estanatlehi :: The sky goddess, wife of the sun. One of the most respected goddesses of the Navahrroan people, she is seen as a goddess of change, and it is said that she progresses through age to become an old woman, then becomes a young woman again. She passes through an endless stream of lives, always changing but never dying. Estanatlehi created the primeval pair of humans from maize. Afterwards she became the ruler of the realm of the dead, in the west, from where only the good things come from. It was stated by the king when his daughter was born that he had been blessed by the Goddess Nichoa, the patron Goddess of Navahrro, for his wife had been barren for many years before their daughter was born. Therefore, she was named after a figure that represented nothing but goodness for his people. [top] Appendix B - Navahrro :: The name originates from a word coined by the Mendhaian people, a word which means "Peaceful Change". The Navahrroans are a loving, gentle people who embrace changes as they come and understand thoroughly that change is a part of life, and that eternal progression is their goal. They welcomed the idea of a Sailor Senshi to protect their world, and honor and revere Sailorivhiran with almost the same respect that they give to their crown. Sailorivhiran is welcome in any home, at any time, and most families actually keep a spot inside their home or a spare room set aside and decorated should their world's protector need somewhere to stay for a night after a fierce battle. This tradition is still in practice even today. [top] Appendix C - Ivhiran :: When it was made known to the Navahrroan people by their patron Goddess, Nichoa, that the Soldier who would protect their world was destined to be the crown princess of each generation of Navahrroan royalty, it was decided that the name for her could only be one thing: Ivhiran. A Navahrro word meaning "Hand of the sky goddess", the name was chosen to signify the Sailor soldier's connection to deity and to constantly remind her that her power was a gift from the Gods and that it must never be used for personal gain or wicked purposes. The name these days is largely ceremonial and more of a designation than anything, especially considering that each princess bearing the title of Sailor Soldier is sent to the Mendhaian moon Etheri for teaching and tutoring by the two Advisor Senshi, Sailors Etherios and Luminatia, and therefore is instructed that her power must only ever be used for the benefit of her people. [top] Appendix D - Nichoa :: Nichoa, Ivhiran's animal guide, is the avian form of the Navahrroan dual-Goddess of both peace and progression, the patron deity of the Navahrroan world. She guides and protects both Sailorivhiran and her knight, Tsohanoai as they travel along their path toward discovering their full potential. She often lends her powers to her charges, endowing them with extra strength if necessary to defeat an enemy, and will sometimes assume her human form to lend her aid. [top] Appendix E - Golden Staff "Ya'cheoa" :: The staff Ya'cheoa [pronounced "yah-chay-oh-ah"] is and has been carried by every Sailorivhiran since the first one chosen millions of years ago. It was endowed with the power to protect Ivhiran herself, and if the Sailor Soldier ever finds her life threatened and in immediate danger, the almost-sentient staff will activate its contained power on its own to cast a protective barrier around her to keep her safe. [top]