Ky Thientong

Pronounced: Kee TeeYENtong


Pronounced: Sheht

Ky Thientong was 16 years old when he took part in the Tet offensive. He was fed up with the mismanagement and pushiness of the foreign occupiers, and more fed up with the corruption and incompetence of their Christian Vietnamese stooges. His Buddhist family had been humiliated and despoiled because of their beliefs, leaving Ky angry, with the self-righteousness that’s only possible for a teenager who has seen only one side of the fight, but has seen that side painted with blood.

Tet was bad. Sure, they seized a lot of territory. They showed their strength, they showed that nowhere was safe. But it cost them heavily, many Vietcong lives, and Ky Thientong had already been driven back to the Vinh Long countryside when his cadre were tracked and attacked by an American woman who swooped down out of the sky, silent, glowing, masked. Green fire streamed from her hands and rifles exploded in Vietnamese hands. Ky had been sleeping, he was thrown from his bed when their store of grenades went up. He was stunned in the jungle for close to fifteen minutes, and when he came to, it was fearsomely silent. He crept forward and saw her, still glowing, and without a thought in his head he picked up a bayonet from a comrade’s melted body and slowly crept closer to her.

Amanda—he learned her name only much later—she never saw him coming. He raised the knife and struck between her shoulder blades as hard as he could.

She stumbled forward and he struck again and again as she turned, but there was no blood, nothing, and then she raised her hand and he was suspended in midair, spreadeagled, the knife wrenched from his grip and she looked at him.

Her helmet had a mask, it was featureless. Slowly, she rose in the air until she was even with him. Then, without a word, he dropped to the ground and she rocketed off into the sky. Ky could only think that she’d found him unworthy of killing.

The fall, landing on twisted metal, hurt him worse than the initial blast had, and when infection set in he was in bad shape. But the officers got him the best treatment they could, because they were desperate to know what had happened, how the Americans had found them and had wiped out his unit so quickly, so completely, without a single loss.

While he thrashed in the hospital, a horrible white light flung itself out of his chest. It punched a hole in the ceiling, flew away over the horizon and devastated the village from which he’d been driven. That blast killed his first 42 people. They would not be the last.

As the North Vietnamese Army came to understand their terrible new tactical asset, they code-named him “Sét” or “Thunder.” In time, it was a name as fearsome to the Americans as “Amanda” to the Vietnamese.

Lineage: Amanda Sykes
Power Level: Tier Two
Offspring: Henry Dowd, Hector Faran, Ian Kraus, Achille Riitzi, Joe Smith, and four others

Personality: Ky Thientong is a dour and serious man, aged beyond his years, brittle and truculent in his beliefs. Rarely seeing the havoc his power causes when in use, he is nonetheless fully aware of how devastating it is. He forces himself to believe it is all worth it, that the many deaths are the cost of freedom from the Christians. But despise them though he may, he understands perfectly that American major who said, “We had to destroy the village to save it.”

Values: Vietnam, Revenge

Known Powers

  • Sét's power is very simple: Destruction. He can blow apart his enemies with balls of lightning and lay waste to fields.
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