Naomi Rennotte (Nee-Oh-Me Ren-Nawt)
Naomi Lenn Rennotte
Over the years many an unfortunate soul has been ripped limb from limb by Deadlights beyond the walls of the city. Naomi is counted among the very rare people that can tell you about it first hand.
Not that having a third of her biomass clawed off by a soul sucking demon has slowed her down much or changed her up beat spirit. As one of the Leodora Exploration Society’s most dependable Dune Runners, it’s her job making sure what happened to her, doesn’t happen to anyone else.
No one gets left behind.
No one gets left behind.
Overview
Naomi is a cheerful and optimistic person, who always tries to see the bright side of things. She has a infectious sense of humor and a friendly demeanor, which makes her popular and likable among her peers and colleagues. She is also loyal and compassionate, and she cares deeply about her friends and family.
Naomi is a curious and adventurous person, who loves to explore and learn new things. She has a passion for archeology and history, and she enjoys discovering the secrets and mysteries of the past.
She also has a love for automobiles, and spends much of her down time tuning and modifying her K-550 Cranbrook, for dune running expeditions.
Naomi is a curious and adventurous person, who loves to explore and learn new things. She has a passion for archeology and history, and she enjoys discovering the secrets and mysteries of the past.
She also has a love for automobiles, and spends much of her down time tuning and modifying her K-550 Cranbrook, for dune running expeditions.
Naomi is a brave and resilient person, who has overcome horrific physical trauma. She has adapted to her new augmented condition, and she has learned to use her prosthetics as an advantage.
Naomi is a skilled and experienced Dune Runner, who works for the Leodora Exploration Society. She knows how to navigate and survive in the desert terrain.
Naomi naively speaks Terranese and fluent Toman, (the lingua franca of Rookland). She has a light Terranese accent when she speaks Toman, which is known for it’s sing-song cadence, and she has the common Terranese verbal tic of briefly hanging on to the last syllable of the last word in a sentence, almost as if it’s being sung.
Naomi is a skilled and experienced Dune Runner, who works for the Leodora Exploration Society. She knows how to navigate and survive in the desert terrain.
Naomi naively speaks Terranese and fluent Toman, (the lingua franca of Rookland). She has a light Terranese accent when she speaks Toman, which is known for it’s sing-song cadence, and she has the common Terranese verbal tic of briefly hanging on to the last syllable of the last word in a sentence, almost as if it’s being sung.
History
Five minutes after her fraternal twin sister Nadia, Naomi Lenn Renotte was born to her Parents Inés Courvoisier Rennontte and Philippe Lenn Rennotte, at a small clinic in the resort town of Grand Croix, Auterra, On the 22nd of Last Parchmoon 4961.
The two girl’s parents were of very modest mean, Inès a boat tour guide, and Philippe an automotive mechanic. They couldnt afford many luxuries, but Naomi and Nadia had a fairly happy stable childhood, and were taught to always look for the positive things in life.
Of the two girls Naomi was the more outgoing, making friends easily and loved being outdoors. Being very close to her father,
The two girl’s parents were of very modest mean, Inès a boat tour guide, and Philippe an automotive mechanic. They couldnt afford many luxuries, but Naomi and Nadia had a fairly happy stable childhood, and were taught to always look for the positive things in life.
Of the two girls Naomi was the more outgoing, making friends easily and loved being outdoors. Being very close to her father,
Naomi took an interest from a fairly early age in automotives, from watching her father repairing cars and boats, and could Identify vehicle makes and models on sight, and diagnose most common automotive problems before she was even old enough to drive.
But Naomi’s true passion was archeology.
As she grew up, she would comb the beaches, for any washed up artifacts or archotech, and often draged her sister with her into the nearby Nilish cliff side ruins looking for “treasure”. She would devour any books on ancient histories she could find, and was always excited to get a hold of the latest Xen Explorer magazine to find out about the latest discoveries uncovered by the brave men an women of the Rook Archeology Survey Team whom she idolized.
As she grew up, she would comb the beaches, for any washed up artifacts or archotech, and often draged her sister with her into the nearby Nilish cliff side ruins looking for “treasure”. She would devour any books on ancient histories she could find, and was always excited to get a hold of the latest Xen Explorer magazine to find out about the latest discoveries uncovered by the brave men an women of the Rook Archeology Survey Team whom she idolized.
Naomi dreamed of becoming an archeologist herself, and exploring the mysteries of the long forgotten past. She wanted to see the world beyond her small town, and learn more about the Acheronians, but also the Hadeans, and the other ancient civilizations that had shaped the history of Ida. She knew it was a dangerous and expensive career, but she was willing to take the risk and work hard to achieve her goal.
At age 19 She applied for a scholarship to study history at the prestigious Rookland University, and was overjoyed when she was accepted. She packed her bags, said a tearful goodbye to her family and friends, and boarded a ship to Rookland. She was amazed by everything she saw.
The skyscrapers that reached the clouds, the holograms that projected colorful images and messages, the robots that performed various tasks and services, and the cars!
At age 19 She applied for a scholarship to study history at the prestigious Rookland University, and was overjoyed when she was accepted. She packed her bags, said a tearful goodbye to her family and friends, and boarded a ship to Rookland. She was amazed by everything she saw.
The skyscrapers that reached the clouds, the holograms that projected colorful images and messages, the robots that performed various tasks and services, and the cars!
So many cars, more then she had ever seen; the newest latest models, you never got to see in Auterra.
After studying at Rookland University for nearly a year and a half, Naomi, now 20 years old, secured an internship with the Rook Archeology Survey Team, a dream come true, or so she had thought.
The squad she was assigned to exploited her like a pack mule. They showed little interest in teaching her much of anything, and only saw "The Terranese yokel" as free labor.
She did learn how to drive the team's 6-wheeler in the desert terrain though.
She kept a positive outlook, hoping that if she proved herself useful and dependable enough, they would warm up to her.
The squad she was assigned to exploited her like a pack mule. They showed little interest in teaching her much of anything, and only saw "The Terranese yokel" as free labor.
She did learn how to drive the team's 6-wheeler in the desert terrain though.
She kept a positive outlook, hoping that if she proved herself useful and dependable enough, they would warm up to her.
Naomi’s Very Bad Day
Midstdee the 13th 1st Parchmoon, 4981 is a day Naomi Rennotte will never forget.
It was late in the afternoon, and the squad had been investigating the site of an Acheronian ruin 140 miles north of Rookland. Naomi was their gofer, fetching supplies and tools for the others. She had just returned from another errand, when she saw something over the dune, moving towards the camp.
As it got closer it started moving faster.
Black, glowing blue and red swirling orbs dotting it’s vaguely animal like form, galloping on five malformed legs; each ending in a set of razor blades, the thing was the size of a car.
It was a Deadlight, and it was coming. Naomi felt a surge of fear, and ran towards the rest of the squad, screaming a warning.
The Deadlight charged. The squad members saw the beast and recognized it as an A Class, a deadly threat that they couldn't handle with their light weapons. They dropped everything and sprinted for the truck, leaving Naomi behind. She was too far away to reach them in time as they sped off.
The Deadlight pounced on Naomi, slashing and ripping and tearing. She felt excruciating pain, as the monster tore off her limbs and crushed her bones. She heard a loud bang, as an anti-materiel rifle shot pierced the air, hitting the Deadlight in what might pass for the thing's head. The monster exploded into a million floating lights, that slowly faded. Then there was silence. Then darkness, as Naomi slipped out of consciousness from the blood loss and shock.
The shooter was Bannon Lark, the leader of the independent Leodora Exploration Society. He and his crew had been digging at a nearby site, when they heard Naomi's scream. He grabbed his rifle and took aim, saving her life with a single bullet.
The whole thing had went down in less than 15 seconds.
Naomi was a mess. Both of her legs were severed, her left arm was ripped out, her hips were shattered, three ribs were broken, her kidneys and left lung were punctured, her skull was cracked, her frontal lobe was bleeding, and her torso was covered in deep cuts. The Deadlight had almost clawed her chest open, when Bannon shot it.
Bannon thought she was dead; had to be. He had seen a Deadlight half that size bisect a man in one swipe. but when he and his crew reached her, they found she was still breathing, barely. They cauterized her stumps with a pan and a blowtorch, and rushed her to a field hospital. The medic there managed to stabilize her, despite her heart stopping three times. They then transported her to a proper emergency room in Rookland.
Naomi's life hung by a thread. She spent a week in the intensive care unit, while the doctors and bio engineers worked to rebuild her skull, replace her damaged organs, and graft artificial skin. She slept in a deep coma, unaware of her fate.
We Can Rebuild Her…For A Price
When she finally woke up, she learned the harsh truth. She was a triple amputee, with a battery-powered respiratory system and permanent nerve damage. Her right arm was the only limb the monster spared. She had no money for prosthetics, let alone the hospital bill. She had signed a waiver when she joined RAST, so Rooktek owed her nothing. Her family, a continent away, had no clue what had happened to her, and no means to help her even if they did.
Naomi was screwed. They discharged her with nothing but a wheelchair and a mountain of debt. Even her sunny disposition couldn't keep the depression at bay.
Until the day Bannon Lark, the man who saved her life, paid her a visit.
"Well, you have now seen what flying with the Ravens gets you. They left you for dead, and when you survived, they left you with a bill."
"I have an offer for you, kid. Work for me. Join the Larks. And we'll give you back your wings."
Naomi was suspicious of Bannon’s offer, but she had nothing left to lose so agreed.
To her surprise Bannon was as good as his word, he paid to have her implanted with the latest empathetic locomotive AI unit and a shiny new pair of legs, and arm to match.
Naomi had to adjust to her new body, coordinating with the AI in her head that controlled her prosthetics. It was a strange and sometimes frustrating experience, but she was determined to make it work. After a few weeks of training and practice, she mastered her movements. She could walk, run, and jump like never before. Her mechanical arm was more precise and flexible than her real one.
Maybe being a cyborg indebted to a rogue treasure hunter wouldn't be so bad after all.
To her surprise Bannon was as good as his word, he paid to have her implanted with the latest empathetic locomotive AI unit and a shiny new pair of legs, and arm to match.
Naomi had to adjust to her new body, coordinating with the AI in her head that controlled her prosthetics. It was a strange and sometimes frustrating experience, but she was determined to make it work. After a few weeks of training and practice, she mastered her movements. She could walk, run, and jump like never before. Her mechanical arm was more precise and flexible than her real one.
Maybe being a cyborg indebted to a rogue treasure hunter wouldn't be so bad after all.
Being a cyborg is not easy, but it’s not the end of the world either. I’m still me… just with some upgrades. -Naomi Rennotte, Lark Dune Runner
Current Location
Date of Birth
22nd Last Parchmoon
Year of Birth
4961 CR
26 Years old
Birthplace
Grand Croix, Auterra
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
Green
Hair
Dark Brown, Dread braids with colorful bands
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Chocolate complexion
Height
5'11''
Weight
133 lbs. + 55 lbs. of prosthetic hardware
Aligned Organization
Fluent Toman (Terranese accent)
Very cool character concept! Seems like a cool girl to be friends with. It's a unique concept that her prosthetics are controlled by an AI in her brain, instead of just interpreting the signal sent from her brain along the nerves to her limbs, as our modern prosthetics function. I'm not sure I would want an AI in my brain, though, but I suppose if it was the only way... I'm interested to know how you're generating these images and keeping them looking so similar. I really like the pinned photos and I'm wondering how you made that one. Keep up the great work!
There is a lot about the world in my notes and head I still have not managed to get out, but a big part of the technology of the setting is how due to depending more on figuring out how the ancients did things rather then advancing naturally on their own has created a world where technology is being manufactured before the underlying principles are even understood. AI copilots are needed to make mechanical prosthetics work because, they don't have the medical advancement. what they do have is a process to copy and modify a five thousand year old AGI, even while not even remotely understanding the underlying principles of how it actually works. Before Rookland was established 80 years ago the general technology of the world was only analogous to the late 1800. and even now tech is not evenly distributed in the world, so things are very anachronistic. For Naomi moving from Auterra to Xen is almost as drastic as taking someone from the 1950s and dropping them 200 years into the future. On the topic of the images, they were a massive time sink for me and my first attempt diving into the rabbit hole that is Image to image, and control net referencing. I had the main image of Naomi created in Dall-E 3 I then fed that into Stable Difusion as a model reference...then spent two days tweaking settings and generating about 100 images before I got a hand full that were "good enough" I then ran those through Photoshop, changing some details, fixing visual errors, then I had Dall-E create some little trinkets, threw it all into photoshop again, made the photograph visuals, arranged everything, threw in some drop shadows, and finally done.
The worst writer in at lest two realities.
Dang. Serious dedication. I use DALL-E to generate placeholders because I'd like to hire an artist at some point to do custom work. But I haven't fiddled with SD much in the last year or so. Must've improved a lot. I'll look into getting it set back up. Thanks for revealing the secret behind the magic!