Judeshia originates from a small tight-knit community on a particularly small Island. Because of this, she wasn't exposed to nearly as much damage and corruption as the new world is. With separate, thriving communities and an incredible new variety of living conditions: "natural", inevitable, mutations began to take form in many different ways. In Shia's community, it wasn't so obvious, but in others... You would see why the elder inhabitants would often hope to wake up the next day inside the old world with only one, singular, original breed of Seroelians. Now these mutations weren't hideous, horrible creations as you may be imagining them to be, but they did effect the main Seroelian species in several different ways. Some began to sprout small stubs of wings, some developed intricate claws, and in Judeshia's case, some even had antlers instead of horns. In most species only males have horns or antlers, but Judeshia's community is one of the few that have horned female Seroelians. Now these slight changes over time to the Seroelians began to segregate them into different beings entirely. Whatever use of their mutation they could find, was their advantage over the others. The Seroelian species' genetic material, for whatever reason, was incredibly easy to change and adapt. Because of this, and the greater number of segregated sub species, the Seroelians soon became the highest populated species in Thene. (Thene is a slang term for the Earth, meaning Thenewearth.)

In Eshia's community many were adapted to the hot weather and had different skin material to deal with the excessive sun exposure. Judeshia had this adaptation, but was also exposed to another. Her unique mutation, that only few Seroelians display at this time, is that she has antlers. Thick based elegant branches of bone escape from behind her brow, mainly meant to shade her from the stinging breath of the afternoon sun on the island. This skeletal enhancement is something new to female Seroelians, while short, pointed horns are common in males. However, she also came to find a use of these brown protrusions, stretching out to engulf the rays above her.

The Island Shia grew up on rests in my own imaginary world, you may recognize the next pictures in the Worlds section from my old Shuttle app, as his character was based in this world as well. I hope to incorporate more of my characters in the same area, however not yet knowing each other. That may come to be once I have a full family and know exactly how they all work together. Ultimately, this is my goal. This is going to be awkward saying, but Judeshia would end up playing a very important role in tying all of my characters together. I had just begun starting a manipulative character out of my old Island Krawk, Salyai, and the world was named after her. In this case, I do believe I'll end up changing the world's name to Judeshia's, in honor that she was named after the world (no, the world wasn't named after her. xD) However, I may want to keep it as Salyai, just in Salyai's memory.
The Locrian moon is where Shia was born n' raised, and on the playground, where she spent most of her days... Oh shoot. (tell me if you caught that reference, ;D) The Locrian moon is the government moon, and the island she was born on is quite remote. Uncharted, technically, otherwise the government would not be happy to find a random community living in its tight security. I'll explain more about the worlds later, if you'd like to take a look on the geography of everything. (: She lives smack dab in the middle of the ocean portion of the Locrian moon, in the center at it's hottest. Climate is somewhat moist and tropical where she lives. Kind of ironic that the Locrian moon is like a vacation spot. I wonder what the politicians must be doing with their time here... Hmm, anyway, the climate hosts many tropical forms of life. Life thrives on the unrestricted portion of island the community is hosted upon, and Judeshia finds her way in between the cycle.

One of Shia's main enjoyments is the ability to swim in the tropical reef around the island. Letting the cool water slip around her body as she maneuvers through the slight rocking waves of the ocean calms her. Swimming makes her feel at home. As I've mentioned before: life thrives on the island. The thriving animals flourish especially around the large reef that encircles the island. One of Shia's favorite forms of life around the island is the Felly , what we would associate with a jellyfish. Fascinated by the push and pull, the squeezing yet elegant way that the Felly moved, she would reach out to touch the dangling fringe that wiggled ever so slightly with each upward stroke the Felly performed. Of course, this shocked her. The chemicals that shot out from the jellyfish into her finger dug in and intruded the skin that encased her fingertips. Jolting down and through the muscle, it caused her hand to spasm and grasp the water around it. The simple jellyfish influenced her to do something involuntarily. Once she saw the manipulation that emanated from the jellyfish like creature she craved more, but it hurt. At the young age she was she didn't understand how the jellyfish could create such a substance without causing itself to writhe in pain every time in brushed against its own barbs. Petting the bell (top bell-shaped hood) of the jellyfish occasionally caused no pain, and was squishy and soft to the touch. She later discovered the sparse amount barbs on top of the bell, and found a barb-less pattern to swirl her fingertips along, collecting jelly as it encased her fingers. Swirling around random patterns gave her a small thrill, as the jellyfish around the reef were essentially harmless. One stimulant of the barbs would simply cause spasms in the targeted muscle. In the long run it was obviously unhealthy, but it was just a game for young Shia.

Judeshia soon discovered that when left to sit out of water the jellyfish's substance would still. Slightly condensing into a jello-like substance. Her native green eyes would inspect it thoroughly as she fanned her hands around in different directions examining the jelly. After a while, she had the nerve to eat it. Barely licking it at first her tongue inched out to touch the jelly, only to promptly lick it up. It had a sweet taste, bland at first yet evolving into something sparky. The pops and minute bursts of flavor spread across her tongue as she delayed swallowing to try to savor the taste. It was delicious.

Now this may seem a bit odd to you, and trust me it is. Judeshia isn't the blandest Seroelian, and she is very open to trying new things. Her creative bursts happen almost like the jellyfish's jelly, in small bursts that spread ideas around. Her mind is a chain of reactions that come into play when thought about. Once the jelly looked appetizing, only a few seconds of hesitation preempted tasting jelly off of a venomous creature's back. She's odd, peculiar, and yet Shia has a knack for figuring things out. Unfolding them, if you will.
The taste was addicting, and it soon became a regular addition to Judeshia's diet. As I've mentioned before, Seroelian's genetic coding is easily manipulated, and adapted. It would only be a minute surprise to a scientist once he saw the light in Judeshia's eyes changing, markings tight across high-traffic areas for veins changing color. The blue of the jellyfish began to unfold and change inside of her. As she reached a full grown Seroelian, the people in her community also began to notice her change. The light blue escaping in small glints as they made eye contact, barely breaking through the native green eyes Judeshia's community had. When she saw it in herself in the water, she wasn't afraid. She embraced the change and enjoyed being closer to the jellyfish. Maybe she could manipulate it now. Running her fingers on the top of the bell of another Felly, Shia slipped. Her finger crossed the bell, and she noticed the jellyfish hadn't stung her. There was no spasm, no jolt. No venom digging into her skin. She was worried at first, and pretended to herself that she had become closer personally with the jellyfish. After common sense chiding, she realized the jellyfish didn't sting itself either. It didn't sting the other jellyfish. It didn't sting her. But it had stung her before.

What happened here Judeshia didn't quite understand until much later in her storyline, but I'll go ahead and give you a nice little cheat code right here and now. (: It is believed that most jellyfish have no say in what they sting, or if they sting you when you touch them. Their body is trained to recognize certain organic compounds as dangerous, and when come in contact with them, their barbs will spring out, releasing threads and venoms to paralyze their prey. If you were to match their own organic compound, in Thene, this may make you immune to the certain species' barbs. Since Seroelian's genetic material is so easily changed, the consumption of the jellyfish and the repeated stings may have told Judeshia's body to adapt to the jellyfish's genetics.

The change began to alter her appearance in eye color, and added markings around concentrated vein areas. The markings displayed a brilliant bright blue that webbed throughout her eyes and affected different areas along her skin as well. The community didn't know if they should be worried about Shia's well being, or to accept the mutation since so many new adaptations had been happening to their species lately. They didn't outcast her, or call her names, but they did have a mutual understanding that there was something off about Shia. Judeshia noticed it too. Her mind was young, and time was endless as her body pulsed in rhythmic strokes through the water. She spent more time swimming and valuing time with the life around the reef. Experimenting with the jelly was a fun habit she picked up. Possibly a bad habit, that turned into a hobby. She'd string out the jelly into webs, small stringent translucent jelly strings that eventually hardened into a more durable material. She began decorating herself with the strings, webbing them down her back and around her face. A few friends would be interested in the new decorations as jewelry for themselves, but when Shia offered it things didn't go as planned.

The strings worked as lovely decorations at first but once someone requested a beaded decoration the concentrated jelly would shock and spasm the wearer. The community would become afraid of their decorations and refused to wear them after one spasm rendered an elder Seroelian into a fit of uncontrollable spasms around his neck and upper body where the necklace lay. Judeshia was scolded, and feared. No one understood how she got the material, and why it didn't hurt her. She began to feel more detached from the community, and more attached to the water.

Judeshia stayed with the community for a while and experimented more with making the jelly twine so thin they were practically invisible. The same happened to the ties between her relationships with the people in the community, they thinned and faded greatly. She began dressing the strings upon her antlers, which turned to be a great holding spot for the jelly as she could coat it over the bone and gloss them while the translucent dried. Eventually she decided to leave, as she was never really close to the family that had tried oh so hard to love her and her "cute little jewelry making hobbies." The way she was chided sometimes made her enjoy the shocking some people received. She liked to shake those thoughts of enjoyment off as soon as they came.

Judeshia's leaving the island was an expected goodbye, she didn't feel right on the island anymore and secretly hoped when she set off to swim that there would never be land for her to have to rest on. Her choice to leave was exactly that, entirely her own choice, and wasn't uncommon in the community as many Seroelians set off to begin a new life once they hit an age where they were fit enough to follow their dreams. Shia wasn't sure of her dreams yet, but she knew she would like to find a nice little community she could control, like how she controlled the jellyfish. Though she wasn't silly enough to assume she would start a new life living as a jellyfish. Shia has more common sense than that.

Much time passed as she made her way across the ocean, bumping into random islands to rest on the way. She wasn't sure what to expect but she began to understand the danger of her decorations, as they soon became her own defense mechanism against predators that decided to brush against her too close. On her travel across the oceanic stretch she continued her experiments and attempted pinpointing areas on creatures that she could shock. She used various animals for these experiments, pressing beads into different areas of joints she found ways to make them dance. Dance for her as if they were enjoying the manipulation. Now, she wasn't actually hurting the animals, (mainly Gabars used to experiment), but she was taking advantage of them. One she noticed was like her, craving the shocks and jolts. She somewhat adopted this small green-skinned Gabar, as he followed her willing to be shocked as a game. His white fluff cushioned the venom as he served as her anatomy subject. She took him with her, creating a makeshift raft to tug him along on as she swam across the ocean. The ability to control him with him enjoying it pleased her. She longed for a community of her own, one that one day she might be able to push and pull and tug on just enough so that it fits herself. One that she could inspect and understand, unfold the relationships she saw between people and make things happen with her influence. And here she'd begin, on the Locrian moon. Finding a way to reign her own people, collecting companions as she goes.

Over much time and examining Judeshia found ways to use body language and simple taps to dress strings over people she'd come in contact with. She'd artfully tap certain beads when she found it necessary for them to move, and with much trial and error formed a different way of pushing people's buttons. Her web of strings enveloped those she chose, so that she could give a little push to them when needed. It's an incredibly creative, beautiful, skillful art that she created: but a dangerous and definitely not socially acceptable practice. She found life in others, and found herself believing she could control the other people. Her ambitious nature clouded her inspiration, yet it also powered it. Shia was beautiful, manipulative, creative and sharing. Her ideas could spread throughout the world. In all honesty, she would become a great leader. But the manipulation ate away at her power to understand people as she now only saw them interacting as she chose. This is a small recap of her history, and from here on she begins her life as herself, searching for the right people to accompany her and for more people to understand.