Porschen was synthetically conceived in a space station known as Nova Vita   orbiting planet Earth as part of an attempt of having humans coexisting with alien species in the most remote sections of the universe. Immediately after her birth, she was relocated in a different, distant space station dedicated to the enablement of alien adoption. She was promptly adopted by two, peculiar, intellectual aliens going by the name of P and I. The aliens were of the species of Iratu, an advanced race with a preference for the accumulation of knowledge.

Together, they raised the child on their home planet, Untae, 1,000,000 light years away from Earth, where they provided her with shelter, amusement and a plentiful amount of education. For the most part, as a child, Porschen, there named Ishka, played along until the age of eight, where she finally began to realize how different she was from her adoptive parents. Having learned their language, Tenah, she was also given the gift of understanding every other, spoken language just as long as she gawked into the eyes of the other speaker whilst speaking.

 One day, on her 16th birthday, she wandered off into the planet’s main market, Rou, locate in the extravagant, gigantic capital of the planet. There, intending to buy herself a book her parents had ordered her to buy as a present for herself, she met a man, human like her, going by the name of Wikon. The man, aged twenty-one, was rugged, tall, aggressive, but also very handsome. Porschen was instantly enamored by his sense of pride and freedom, which provoked the initiation of a conversation between the two. Noticing the naivety in the young girl, W took advantage of her and offered her a way out of the planet so that she could explore the universe. She, inevitably, agreed, swept right away by the man and thrown into his spacecraft. They vanished before her parents even realized. Truth be told, the young woman was unfazed by it. Little did she know, she was in a for a nightmare of a ride.

            In the coming months, she was nothing but a sex toy for the man. She was forcefully addicted to the usage of drugs and was also taught all sort of engineering and mechanical skills.

            In due time, at the age of twenty-one, she rebelled against W and killed him in his sleep, dumping him into the vacuum of space, reclaiming his ship as her own, and setting sail for the nearest planet, neighbor of Earth, Terra. There, with the amount of money obtained from W, she bought a workshop, sold the spacecraft, kept a smaller vessel stowed in the main spacecraft she had sold, and established herself as a businesswoman. If W had taught her one thing, it was to meddle with machinery of all kind with expertise.

            Yet, her story of tragedy would not end there. At the age of twenty-two, whilst working on a hovercraft, she suffered an accident that resulted in the loss of her right leg and her left hand. Amputated now, she invested in a robotic leg and hand that would mimic the sensations of her real one, without exactly terminating the phantasm of it, however.



Pi Nakamura-Saito - Porschen.

 25 Anno

 2356 Anno Domini


Pi is quite the formidable woman.  She is 5'7" and, due to her physical requirements, her body is generally toned. As opposed to the depiction on the left, she has short, obscure hair that ends just above her shoulders. Her eyes are neon-green thanks to the presence of synthetic, bio-ware that was installed into them. Her skin, for the most part, is flawless, nearly pale, but filled with a faint taint of cream to illustrate that she does not seem as cold as one would think. Whilst curvaceous, she doesn't find herself to be too attractive for many. She bears at a tattoo of a serpent on her left thigh. As it is already known, her left hand is completely made of metal and her right leg as well.





It was the only good thing to come out of that poisonous relationship: the skills of a mechanic and an engineer. She was strictly instructed and taught how to manage machinery with the sole purpose of aiding Wikon, not herself. Yet, whether he intended it as such or not, she acquired a great talent to live at her pace without sacrificing her independence. Wikon taught her how to repair, how to maintain, how to install, how to deconstruct, how to reconstruct, how to tweak, tune and even improve upon machinery of all types, ranging from motorcycles, hovercraft, spaceships and any other apparatus with a turbine, engine or reactor, if the price was just right. At her shop, ライトニングライトメカニクス (Lightning Light Mechanics), in Terra, she serves any who come for her survival and for her addictions.



         Ever since she met Wikon, she had no idea of the world of pain that would welcome her with open arms. Inevitably, she fell into that pit of vice, unknown to the many, yet complacently accepted by others. Out in space, where no boundary is set amidst the craft of artistic drugs, she was surrounded by every and any source of perdition. Wikon first introduced her to the virulent drug known as Escapada, Spanish for an escaped woman, which, when consumed, purged the mind of women and increased their senses to a high degree. It, in a way, freed their mentalities and allowed them to explore its vast nadirs without restriction, provoking a sort of zombie-esk effect on the individual. It gives an incredible high, but at the cost of a severe post-consumption aggression and violent tendencies.

       Wikon supplemented Pi with his drug almost every day after the effect wore off, injecting it into her veins, having her sniff it off of counter or by having her swallow a pill. In the end, it was all to fragment her mind and turn her into this obedient, ignorant female that would act as he requested. Soon after his death, Pi tried to overcome this addiction of hers by consuming cigarettes or a lesser drug known as Nashi (無し), standing for sin in Japanese. This drug did nothing more than increase her tolerance for pain and augment any sensation of pleasure she received either individually or with women and men alike in the act of sex. Pi tried, and still tries, her best at resisting the vile urge, ... but the scars are too much to bear with, at times.











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