Kob
Background
Chandra Amarin was born as Chakan Amarin, the only child of an americna Thai family had lived in Southern California since the 1950s. Growing up, she never felt quite right in her own body, a quiet unease that settled in her bones before she even had the words to explain it. It wasn't self-hatred—she loved her family, loved the close-knit Thai-American community she grew up in. But no matter what she did, there was always that nagging sensation of wrongness, of not quite belonging in her own skin.
It was her mother who first gave her a lifeline, a way to understand herself. One evening, as they sat together in the small backyard of their San Fernando home, her mother told her stories about kathoey—how in Thailand, people like her had always existed, always been part of the culture, even if the world outside didn’t always understand them. She told Chandra that sometimes, a person’s spirit gets placed in the wrong vessel. And that was okay.
That night changed everything.
With the support of her family, Chakan slowly became Chandra. Her father—hesitant at first, unsure of the right words—still did his best, still stood by her. Her mother, ever her champion, helped her navigate the confusing, often cruel world of transition. But outside their home, things weren’t so kind. The stares, the whispers, the slurs that followed her through high school hardened her. She met people who only saw her as a joke, a fetish, or worse, an aberration. She endured it all, because the alternative—denying who she truly was—wasn’t an option.
She dreamed of undergoing gender-affirming surgery, of making her body match the woman she already knew she was. But money was a problem. With her father laid off and bills piling up, even the conventional methods were out of reach. And the newer, experimental gene-therapy—whispered about in online forums as a medical miracle, capable of rewriting a person on a cellular level—was nothing more than a distant fantasy.
That desperation led her to make a mistake.
There were rumors, passed between friends like ghost stories, about a traveling circus—Silas Smyth’s Sinister Circus. The ringmaster, they whispered, was no ordinary showman but a black-market geneticist, a man who could make wishes come true... for a price.
Chandra went looking for him, and she found him.
Silas Smyth was a devil in a ringmaster’s coat, a grinning ghoul who offered her the deal of a lifetime. He could make her body right. Not just surface-level, but real, down to her DNA. And in return, all he asked was a favor.
She should have walked away. Every instinct told her she was making a deal with a monster. But she was nineteen, desperate, and wanted nothing more than to finally feel whole. So she shook his hand.
The process was agony. She lost track of time as her body was rewritten, reshaped, remade. When she finally awoke, weak and trembling, Silas handed her a mirror.
For the first time in her life, Chandra saw the woman she was always meant to be. She looked like her mother, soft-featured and strong, her reflection bringing tears to her eyes.
And then Silas told her the real cost of her transformation.
She was his now. A performer in his twisted circus, a living testament to his genius. She would steal, con, and kill for him, or she would suffer the consequences. She thought she could pay off her debt and leave one day, but there was no leaving Silas Smyth. His “performers” were property, and those who tried to escape often ended up as something far worse than human.
For two years, she played her role, her life a waking nightmare of crime and horror. And as time passed, she learned that Silas had done more than just make her a woman—he had made her something else.
She was stronger, faster, her senses sharper than before. Her instincts felt wrong at times, animalistic and alien. The truth, when she finally uncovered it, was sickening. Silas had spliced her DNA with that of a frog—a species known for its ability to change sex, but also one of nature’s most ruthless and efficient predators.
Her moment of escape came during a battle between Silas and another villain, a group called The Foundation—a conflict she barely understood and didn’t care to. The only thing that mattered was the opportunity to run, to disappear.
She couldn’t go home. Silas would never stop hunting her, and worse, he would punish her family for her defiance. Instead, she became a ghost, a drifter with no past, living off odd jobs, never staying in one place too long.
She thought that was her fate—hiding, surviving.
And then, one night in a roadside convenience store, she watched a man pull a sawed-off shotgun on a terrified store owner. Something inside her snapped. Without thinking, she moved—one leap, and she was on the robber, knocking him unconscious before he could even react.
The store owner, shaking, asked for her name.
She thought of the frogs her mother once told her about, the ones from Thailand.
And that was the night she became Kob, nothing fancy, nothing weird, just a frog.
She was done running.
If she had to live with these powers, then she was going to make them mean something.
She would make sure people like Silas Smyth never got to hurt anyone else. Personality
Chandra Amarin moves like she doesn’t want to be caught—because she doesn’t. Years on the run from Silas Smyth’s circus have made her wary, cautious, always one step ahead. She doesn’t trust easily, doesn’t stay in one place too long, and keeps her true name close to the chest. But despite her evasiveness, she’s not a cold person.
She grew up with warmth, with love, with a family that accepted her when others wouldn’t, and that love still lingers in her heart. It’s why she can’t ignore someone in need. It’s why she throws herself into danger when she sees injustice. She isn’t just running from something—she’s running toward something, a life where she doesn’t have to look over her shoulder, where she can be more than just a shadow.
Though she tries to be pragmatic, her emotions run deep. She has a strong sense of justice, but it isn’t the cold, calculated kind—it’s fiery, passionate, and deeply personal. She fights for the people who remind her of home, for the ones who never got the second chance she did.
Despite her struggles, Chandra still has a sense of humor—dry, self-deprecating, a little sarcastic. She might be hunted, but that doesn’t mean she can’t crack a joke. And while she often works alone, she doesn’t have to. She just has to trust someone enough to let them have her back.
Because even the fastest frog can’t outrun everything.
Chandra Amarin was born as Chakan Amarin, the only child of an americna Thai family had lived in Southern California since the 1950s. Growing up, she never felt quite right in her own body, a quiet unease that settled in her bones before she even had the words to explain it. It wasn't self-hatred—she loved her family, loved the close-knit Thai-American community she grew up in. But no matter what she did, there was always that nagging sensation of wrongness, of not quite belonging in her own skin.
It was her mother who first gave her a lifeline, a way to understand herself. One evening, as they sat together in the small backyard of their San Fernando home, her mother told her stories about kathoey—how in Thailand, people like her had always existed, always been part of the culture, even if the world outside didn’t always understand them. She told Chandra that sometimes, a person’s spirit gets placed in the wrong vessel. And that was okay.
That night changed everything.
With the support of her family, Chakan slowly became Chandra. Her father—hesitant at first, unsure of the right words—still did his best, still stood by her. Her mother, ever her champion, helped her navigate the confusing, often cruel world of transition. But outside their home, things weren’t so kind. The stares, the whispers, the slurs that followed her through high school hardened her. She met people who only saw her as a joke, a fetish, or worse, an aberration. She endured it all, because the alternative—denying who she truly was—wasn’t an option.
She dreamed of undergoing gender-affirming surgery, of making her body match the woman she already knew she was. But money was a problem. With her father laid off and bills piling up, even the conventional methods were out of reach. And the newer, experimental gene-therapy—whispered about in online forums as a medical miracle, capable of rewriting a person on a cellular level—was nothing more than a distant fantasy.
That desperation led her to make a mistake.
There were rumors, passed between friends like ghost stories, about a traveling circus—Silas Smyth’s Sinister Circus. The ringmaster, they whispered, was no ordinary showman but a black-market geneticist, a man who could make wishes come true... for a price.
Chandra went looking for him, and she found him.
Silas Smyth was a devil in a ringmaster’s coat, a grinning ghoul who offered her the deal of a lifetime. He could make her body right. Not just surface-level, but real, down to her DNA. And in return, all he asked was a favor.
She should have walked away. Every instinct told her she was making a deal with a monster. But she was nineteen, desperate, and wanted nothing more than to finally feel whole. So she shook his hand.
The process was agony. She lost track of time as her body was rewritten, reshaped, remade. When she finally awoke, weak and trembling, Silas handed her a mirror.
For the first time in her life, Chandra saw the woman she was always meant to be. She looked like her mother, soft-featured and strong, her reflection bringing tears to her eyes.
And then Silas told her the real cost of her transformation.
She was his now. A performer in his twisted circus, a living testament to his genius. She would steal, con, and kill for him, or she would suffer the consequences. She thought she could pay off her debt and leave one day, but there was no leaving Silas Smyth. His “performers” were property, and those who tried to escape often ended up as something far worse than human.
For two years, she played her role, her life a waking nightmare of crime and horror. And as time passed, she learned that Silas had done more than just make her a woman—he had made her something else.
She was stronger, faster, her senses sharper than before. Her instincts felt wrong at times, animalistic and alien. The truth, when she finally uncovered it, was sickening. Silas had spliced her DNA with that of a frog—a species known for its ability to change sex, but also one of nature’s most ruthless and efficient predators.
Her moment of escape came during a battle between Silas and another villain, a group called The Foundation—a conflict she barely understood and didn’t care to. The only thing that mattered was the opportunity to run, to disappear.
She couldn’t go home. Silas would never stop hunting her, and worse, he would punish her family for her defiance. Instead, she became a ghost, a drifter with no past, living off odd jobs, never staying in one place too long.
She thought that was her fate—hiding, surviving.
And then, one night in a roadside convenience store, she watched a man pull a sawed-off shotgun on a terrified store owner. Something inside her snapped. Without thinking, she moved—one leap, and she was on the robber, knocking him unconscious before he could even react.
The store owner, shaking, asked for her name.
She thought of the frogs her mother once told her about, the ones from Thailand.
And that was the night she became Kob, nothing fancy, nothing weird, just a frog.
She was done running.
If she had to live with these powers, then she was going to make them mean something.
She would make sure people like Silas Smyth never got to hurt anyone else. Personality
Chandra Amarin moves like she doesn’t want to be caught—because she doesn’t. Years on the run from Silas Smyth’s circus have made her wary, cautious, always one step ahead. She doesn’t trust easily, doesn’t stay in one place too long, and keeps her true name close to the chest. But despite her evasiveness, she’s not a cold person.
She grew up with warmth, with love, with a family that accepted her when others wouldn’t, and that love still lingers in her heart. It’s why she can’t ignore someone in need. It’s why she throws herself into danger when she sees injustice. She isn’t just running from something—she’s running toward something, a life where she doesn’t have to look over her shoulder, where she can be more than just a shadow.
Though she tries to be pragmatic, her emotions run deep. She has a strong sense of justice, but it isn’t the cold, calculated kind—it’s fiery, passionate, and deeply personal. She fights for the people who remind her of home, for the ones who never got the second chance she did.
Despite her struggles, Chandra still has a sense of humor—dry, self-deprecating, a little sarcastic. She might be hunted, but that doesn’t mean she can’t crack a joke. And while she often works alone, she doesn’t have to. She just has to trust someone enough to let them have her back.
Because even the fastest frog can’t outrun everything.
Physical Description
Special abilities
Novice Muay Thai Fighter: Chandra has begun training in the art of Muay Thai, also known as "the science of eight limbs." While still a novice, she is diligently learning the fundamental techniques, including strikes with fists, elbows, knees, and shins, as well as clinching and grappling.
Amphibian Physiology: Superhuman Jumping Ability: Chandra’s leg strength is immense, allowing her to leap over buildings, scale walls, and clear vast distances in a single bound. Specifically, she can jump up to four stories vertically or 50 feet horizontally. .
Wall Climbing: Microscopic, electrostatic pads on her fingertips and the soles of her feet allow her to stick to most surfaces, letting her climb sheer walls like a tree frog. This works best on solid, relatively smooth surfaces. Highly porous or uneven surfaces may be difficult or impossible to climb. Also, while she can cling, extreme weight or force could still dislodge her.
Aquatic Adaptation: Chandra can hold her breath for over 30 minutes and absorbs some oxygen through her skin while submerged. This is a significant advantage in aquatic environments, but she is not fully aquatic. Prolonged submersion beyond 30 minutes will still require her to surface for air. The oxygen absorption through her skin is supplemental, not her primary means of breathing underwater.
Enhanced Reflexes & Agility: Her nervous system processes movement at an accelerated rate, giving her reflexes akin to a darting frog, making her a nightmare in close-quarters combat. While her reflexes are enhanced, they are not precognitive. She reacts quickly, but she can still be surprised or overwhelmed by multiple attackers. Regenerative Healing (Limited): Minor wounds heal much faster than normal, bruises and cuts disappearing within hours, though she can’t regrow limbs or survive fatal injuries. She heals all physical damage at an accelerated rate.
Camouflage (Limited): Some frogs can change color slightly to blend in. Maybe Chandra's skin can subtly shift hues to better match her immediate surroundings, giving her a slight advantage in stealth situations.
Frog Secretions: A defense mechanism she didn’t ask for—when under extreme stress or adrenaline, she can instantly coat her skin in contact venom or slime. She’s learned to control it, but it still manifests in high-stress situations.
Frog Toxin Mimicry: Chandra can alter the composition of her skin secretions to mimic the potency and effects of a wide range of frog toxins, from mild irritants to powerful neurotoxins. She can control the specific toxin she produces, tailoring it to the situation. While potentially potent she is still mastering this power and prefers to use irritating, debilitating and paralytic poisons rather then lethal neurotoxins. Mucus Generation: Chandra can also secrete a slippery mucus, similar to that of some frogs. This makes her harder to grab or grapple. She finds the mucus generation to be somewhat distasteful, down right gross in fact and only uses it when absolutely necessary.
Hyper-Sensitive Senses: Enhanced Night Vision: She can see clearly in low-light conditions, her eyes reflecting light like an animal’s. While her night vision is excellent, it is not perfect. Complete darkness will still impair her vision to some degree.
Vibration Detection: Her skin is hyper-sensitive to changes in air currents and vibrations, allowing her to detect approaching footsteps or shifts in movement like a frog sensing an oncoming predator. This sensitivity is a passive ability. She doesn't actively "send out" vibrations. It is more of an awareness of subtle changes in her environment. Strong vibrations or chaotic environments can overload her senses and make it difficult to discern specific signals.
Amphibian Physiology: Superhuman Jumping Ability: Chandra’s leg strength is immense, allowing her to leap over buildings, scale walls, and clear vast distances in a single bound. Specifically, she can jump up to four stories vertically or 50 feet horizontally. .
Wall Climbing: Microscopic, electrostatic pads on her fingertips and the soles of her feet allow her to stick to most surfaces, letting her climb sheer walls like a tree frog. This works best on solid, relatively smooth surfaces. Highly porous or uneven surfaces may be difficult or impossible to climb. Also, while she can cling, extreme weight or force could still dislodge her.
Aquatic Adaptation: Chandra can hold her breath for over 30 minutes and absorbs some oxygen through her skin while submerged. This is a significant advantage in aquatic environments, but she is not fully aquatic. Prolonged submersion beyond 30 minutes will still require her to surface for air. The oxygen absorption through her skin is supplemental, not her primary means of breathing underwater.
Enhanced Reflexes & Agility: Her nervous system processes movement at an accelerated rate, giving her reflexes akin to a darting frog, making her a nightmare in close-quarters combat. While her reflexes are enhanced, they are not precognitive. She reacts quickly, but she can still be surprised or overwhelmed by multiple attackers. Regenerative Healing (Limited): Minor wounds heal much faster than normal, bruises and cuts disappearing within hours, though she can’t regrow limbs or survive fatal injuries. She heals all physical damage at an accelerated rate.
Camouflage (Limited): Some frogs can change color slightly to blend in. Maybe Chandra's skin can subtly shift hues to better match her immediate surroundings, giving her a slight advantage in stealth situations.
Frog Secretions: A defense mechanism she didn’t ask for—when under extreme stress or adrenaline, she can instantly coat her skin in contact venom or slime. She’s learned to control it, but it still manifests in high-stress situations.
Frog Toxin Mimicry: Chandra can alter the composition of her skin secretions to mimic the potency and effects of a wide range of frog toxins, from mild irritants to powerful neurotoxins. She can control the specific toxin she produces, tailoring it to the situation. While potentially potent she is still mastering this power and prefers to use irritating, debilitating and paralytic poisons rather then lethal neurotoxins. Mucus Generation: Chandra can also secrete a slippery mucus, similar to that of some frogs. This makes her harder to grab or grapple. She finds the mucus generation to be somewhat distasteful, down right gross in fact and only uses it when absolutely necessary.
Hyper-Sensitive Senses: Enhanced Night Vision: She can see clearly in low-light conditions, her eyes reflecting light like an animal’s. While her night vision is excellent, it is not perfect. Complete darkness will still impair her vision to some degree.
Vibration Detection: Her skin is hyper-sensitive to changes in air currents and vibrations, allowing her to detect approaching footsteps or shifts in movement like a frog sensing an oncoming predator. This sensitivity is a passive ability. She doesn't actively "send out" vibrations. It is more of an awareness of subtle changes in her environment. Strong vibrations or chaotic environments can overload her senses and make it difficult to discern specific signals.
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