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55,202 | 1,506 | 8 | 1,168 | 436 | Bae woke up in Cedar's home. Cedar had lead the way after she had taken care of Jasmine... Or... After Audrey had taken care of Jasmine...
There wasn't anything wrong with Bae. She was simply out of it.
"I can't think clearly..." she had said.
All night her dreams were strange. When she woke up she didn't feel rested at all.
Cedar was fast asleep beside her. They were in Cedar's room, which was more like a den of pillows and blankets piled and draped over one another until the actual shape of the room was indistinguishable.
She was tired, but thinking too much to go back asleep. She was thinking a lot about the lights. Intrigued by what had happened, worry that this was a herald for more dead babies, that something truly strange had happened here... Something strange had happened to me.
What was different today?
She decided to to back to the beach, or to the cafe. She left Cedar to sleep and went outside. She was wearing the same cloths as yesterday. She took her bag, her bracelets she had never taken off and they all jangled as she walked. She didn't have her sandals on, she left them on the beach last night. So she walked barefoot.
Her head was swimming with thoughts. She was curious about some of what she was thinking, frightened of others, most was garbled nonsense she had no business thinking of at all... Like... Why was she wondering about the strange energy of a hug she had shared with her mother? Bae hadn't seen her grandmother that morning... and hadn't hugged anyone either... She scanned the sidewalk for large rocks, heavy objects, something to keep her from floating away... She knew nothing about software but was thinking about it all the same... She tightened her grip on her bag and hobbled onward...
She stopped when she saw a trio. Jasmine, Audrey, and Alexandra...
What superpower does Alexandra have?
Bae gave Alexandra a look over, she didn't look much different than she had in school, but, the question was clear in Bae's mind.
She hesitated to approach. Jasmine might still be angry with Bae for last night, even if she didn't Jasmine was never very friendly to Bae. Cedar had talked about it on the way home, she had brought Jasmine up to the cafe and Audrey took care of it... But then Audrey seemed to be hurt, everyone was really confused and Cedar talked about all the odd things she had found out about the events in the Cafe that night...
Wait. Bae was remembering the walk home more clearly. Cedar had not told her any of that. She maybe actually spoke twice on their way home.
'I don't know, but I think I can read minds...' Bae did not know what she had just done, but Audrey, Alexandra, and Jasmine might also be thinking this thought. If they did they would hear it in their own mind's voice, as if thinking it themselves. | Name: Buster “Concussion” Buchanan
Appearance: Seven foot one, about 285 pounds during the season, 300 give or take when off season. His translucently white skin lay atop a thick layer of fat that surrounds steel cable martial artist's muscle. Bright red hair. Face absolutely covered with freckles and busted apart from years upon years of combat sports. His nose broken six times, his jaw twice, his skull once and a couple other minor fractures have slowly molded his baby face into a truly impressive mug. An expression of unending, bottomless hormonal rage haunts his face when he's in the zone. A dopey innocent grin when he's not. He's a reputation as a strict, dutiful, yet understanding teacher and role model to his students, which has garnered him a great amount of respect amongst the townspeople.
Personality: His personality is driven, corely, by his unending, bottomless hormonal rage. As though angst itself rested within his heart personified. His busy life has ground most complex relationships he might have had a chance of maintaining into fine dust, leaving him a ball of stress with one true outlet... Unrelenting poisonous viking bloodlust that can only be sated in Hand to Hand combat. When he stands atop the mat it's easy to think that he has something out for his opponent as his swift motions and denial on principal to pull punches often has the appearance of behaviour intended to hospitalize people. Though to those in the know his sharp reflexes and mastery of his craft leave his opponents seldom more than winded or dizzy, as he is deadly afraid of causing lasting or Debilitating Injury in the name of sport.
Likes: Martial Arts, Children, his oldest friend Cody, his only other friend Terence, sweet little Doris at the old folks home, romance novels that he buys, reads in a night, and then throws away in the fishmonger's dumpster, girls.
Dislikes: Losing, adults that gamble on his wrestling matches, the fact that he has so little time that he can't even find any to whack off, stupid fucking Pearl and her shitty husband Gerard at the old folks home, girls. Oh and his mother calling him BuBu.
Hobbies: Martial Arts, his guilty secret addiction to bad romance novels, his guiltier, more secret addiction to writing his own romance novel fanfiction that he will type in the middle of the night and then subsequently delete,
Background: Infuriated that the opposite sex wanted nothing to do with him, Buster Buchanan turned to the one thing he had a gigantic body capable of mowing down all opposition. Buster ran undefeated in wrestling regionally, perhaps that was because there were only four other students in his weight class. Statewide he lost twice in his freshman year. Once his Growth Spurt fully arrived he was a national contender each year following, coming second in the nation. Buster in his spare time also studies and teaches Judo and boxing at the youth center. His ability to balance top level sports performance, a record of philanthropic efforts, and to boot a solid 3.11 GPA has garnered him an amount of popularity amongst his peers and something of a cult following by the sport hungry townsfolk that cheered him on around the state and nation.
However all is not all laurels and accolades for Buster, his expansive extracurricular schedule has taken away all but precious few minutes during his week for social interaction, perhaps once every two or three weeks can he steal more than an hour to spend with friends, let alone try to put in the effort to find a girlfriend. His life is a ball of chaos and despite his love for what he does he had begun to crack under the pressure midway into his senior year, holding on for dear life for the remainder he has decided to cut absolutely loose upon graduation. Maybe even give up on his full ride to OSU and finally do something off schedule, maybe something a little crazy.
Inertial Dampening: His body absorbs kinetic energy after a certain threshold. Anything that hits him hard enough will suddenly lose almost all of its inertia. This goes both ways, making him unable to hit anything faster than 3 meters per second(a good boxer is between 12 and 20, apparently) without all of the force behind it completely vanishing. |
55,203 | 1,506 | 9 | 2,340 | 7,591 | "Like the beat of a drum?"
Jasmine rolling her eyes, and then nodded her head, as Audrey laughed. While the girl's attitude wasn't to Jasmine's liking - this girl was raised in a barn, after all - she had to put up with it. For now at least. Later on, she was going to put her damn foot down (or up this pissy little bitch's bony white ass). It was harder to put up with because either Audrey was playing the stupid act, or legitimately didn't know anything. That made the Ethiopian girl roll her eyes up into her head. But, Jasmine was more than willing to put up with Audrey when she started getting into the juicy stuff.
Specifically, Solomon Mujamdur.
Whom Audrey didn't know or care about. Audrey mentioned how things got "weird" when she saw him. That made Jasmine curious. "I know who he is... the half-black kid that likes to surf, right?" Jasmine raised an eyebrow up into the air. "But, what happened with him? It sure as hell can't be any weirder than last ni-"
That's when Jasmine was exposed to hell itself.
A tall, blonde-haired girl, for whatever God damn reason, decided to butt into their conversation in the worst way possible. By not fucking shutting up.
"Guys, gosh, hey, how are you two? I hope you're okay, because it's been really weird since last night and when I ate cereal this morning it wouldn't do anything, and normally cereal gets me started, you know? But then I walk outside and there are all these people everywhere and one person shook my hand and it was like I just got a shot of adrenaline, like the presence of people boosted me up or something, you know? And this has happened before, where just people give me energy and all, but that was more from being in a crowd of like-minded people, like in a concert or something, and this was like a literal shot of adrenaline, and-- oh I'm talking too much. Sorry. There's just so many people around and I think I, I dunno, feed off of them? Is there anything weird going on with you two? Oooooh, are we getting superpowers? I wanna be..."
During that whole lengthy ramble, Jasmine just looked at her. Doing nothing else. But staring at her. Trying to make sense about what the fuck this girl is even talking about. What didn't help was the fact that Jasmine's new hearing ability is a real pain in the ass. Even if she did, she wouldn't care because she has no idea who this girl was, and she was rudely interrupting their conversation. So, she was going to treat the girl with the same amount of courtesy she reserves for such annoying people.
"... Girl, did you hit up on heroine before leaving the house?"
Jasmine asked, raising an eyebrow as she stared at the girl in sheer astonishment.
"Can you see we're having a conversation here?" Jasmine said, incredibly passive aggressively, trying to get rid of this girl soon as possible so she can get to the conversation that's actually important than this girl rambling about... Then what she said registered.
"Wait. Did you just mention superpowers?" Jasmine asked, raising an eyebrow. "... Are you just telling the two of us, two complete strangers, you have superpowers?" She rolled her eyes up into her head. "Reeeeeal smart."
Not only was this girl mouthy, but she has the self preservation of a lemming. This girl is a literal miracle of life-
'I don't know, but I think I can read minds...'
Huh? A thought randomly appeared in Jasmine's head in the mist of her irritation at this girl. This made Jasmine switch from anger, to confusion. Maybe this intrusive thought was just the result of her being stressed... She brushed it off, and focused on Audrey.
Jasmine leaned in towards Audrey, and whispered in her ear.
"Hey, when you want to leave chatterbox behind, give me the word," Jasmine started off. "She's annoying as fuck - and tell me, do you really want to sit here and listen to her when we got more important shit to do...?"
"... Yo, Kass, hold on for a second. A friend just walked up."
Zoey said into the phone the very second Dexter walked up, and said something to her. She put the phone down to her side, and smiled at Dexter.
"Well, look who it is, it's the flying ace!" Zoey said, being familiar with Dexter. They weren't friends, but Zoey thinks that he's really cool because he's pilot. He can fly fucking planes! While Zoey's just sitting here, smoking cigarettes, and working in a cafe, hoping that she gets her big break and becomes that techno DJ she's always wanted to. "Thanks for the umbrella, my cig was about to go out... Oh." She chuckled for a moment as she flicked the cigarette into the rain, where it was extinguished.
"Uh.. how've you been?"
An awkward, cookie-cutter, conversation starter, but Zoey has so much to say about how she's been that she's going to make this work.
"How have I been? How have I been?!" Zoey said whimsically, before pointing upwards towards the sky. "Did you see the weird-ass lightshow that took place last night!?"
She chuckled for a moment.
"After that shit went down, all sorts of weeeeeird-ass shit happened at cliff-side. The fucking cash register was randomly fried, and the door melted. Can you believe that shit? Like the door melting. What causes that? I honestly think a friend of mine put a damn hex on the cafe-"
Then she was reminded of the person she was searching for.
"Oh, yeah, one of my friends went missing last night... she was there at the cafe at the height of the weirdness, and now she ain't even answerin' my texts anymore."
She shrugged.
"Maren West. Might just my paranoia, but look around you," Zoey gestured towards the influx of people that entered Greenbriar. "Weird shit's going on all around us, and can we really ignore it?"
Again, Zoey shrugged.
"Oh yeah, I randomly shocked my friend this morning, too." | -Redacted- |
55,204 | 1,506 | 10 | 1,720 | 400 | Alexandra Bell
Alexandra recoiled, abruptly. Her mood dropped, suddenly, massively, because of just how... she hated to think of it in the term, but she was just savage. She wasn't passive aggressive, she wasn't at all distracted by the fact that she had just mentioned a... power of some sort, she didn't at all seem to remember that they had at least two classes together for the past five years, and, at least on Alex's side, knew the other somewhat well. Not enough to expect this sort of aggressiveness.
She stood, stunned and hurt for several moments, before the stunned turned to angered. Alex's brows went from shock-high to a mask of nuetrality.
"... I've known you and Audrey my entire life. Smallest class in town history and all that. You also used to be nicer."
With that, she carefully, precisely, turned around, and walked off. She kept careful control of herself, and she refused to let the pain from such a harsh response affect her. She hurried down the sidewalk aimlessly, not really paying attention to the thinning herds of outsiders and the slow drizzle that slowly began, trying desperately to remove herself from such aggressiveness. The modeling must have gone to the girl's head, or some crap.
It took her a few minutes to look up, where she finally noticed that her hair was slowly getting soaked, as was her thinner hooded jacket and boots, and that the streets had cleared up, more or less. She was in the more commercial section of town, just half a block off from Main Street, the main thoroughfare for the town, where the majority of the stores were located. Ooookay, she had walked a great deal faster than she thought- but that wasn't really abnormal. There weren't so many people on the streets, either, so she didn't feel like bouncing off a wall.
And as she glanced to her left, she caught a familiar sight- a rather loud yellow umbrella.
And she knew of only one person that had such an umbrella, and that would be one of her better friends- Dexter!
Breaking out into a light jog, Alexandra crossed the street and headed towards the next intersection, before crossing that too. Now on the same block as her friend, and another person from school- blue-haired rebel-Chloe- she crossed into the nearly-empty parking lot. Crossing just as quickly as she crossed the streets, she finally slowed when meeting up with the two of them. She didn't know what Zoey was saying, and after the harshness of the last person she tried to talk to, she didn't feel like saying anything, anyways. What she did do, though, was jog up as silent as she could and threw her arms around Dexter's midsection, hugging his back in a surprise hug. She needed comfort, and she never heard Dexter complain from her hugging him.
Of course, half her greetings were just hugs. | -Booped- |
55,205 | 1,506 | 11 | 1,168 | 436 | "How have I been? How have I been?! Did you see the weird-ass lightshow that took place last night!? After that shit went down, all sorts of weeeeeird-ass shit happened at cliff-side. The fucking cash register was randomly fried, and the door melted. Can you believe that shit? Like the door melting. What causes that? I honestly think a friend of mine put a damn hex on the cafe... Oh, yeah, one of my friends went missing last night... she was there at the cafe at the height of the weirdness, and now she ain't even answerin' my texts anymore. Maren West. Might just my paranoia, but look around you, weird shit's going on all around us, and can we really ignore it?"
If this was a video game, somewhere near the top of Dexter's line of sight a quest would have activated. He could imgaine the quest directives already.
>Find Maren West
>Ask around for any sightings (optional)
>Investigate the cafe (optional)
Actually, he had no special abilities as far as he was aware of that would allow him to just hunt her down. Dexter mentally scolded himself. Waaaaay too much time spent playing Skyrim and Witcher. Bad Dex, very bad Dexter. Human life was not something to trifle with. Weren't people who saw life interactions as menial as those in games considered like, psychopaths or something? Oh god, did that make him a psychopath?
>Find the button to turn self in (optional)
Dexter mentally slapped himself again. He normally wasn't this unfocused. Must be the weather.
"Yeah, I was out reading when the lights came out. Reminded me of pictures of the auroras in Alaska that I've seen." he said. But the other things Zoey mentioned were like, really odd. Cash register frying? A door melting? Like, a wooden door or a metal door? How would a wooden door even melt?
"I definitely saw some storms predicted in neighboring METARs that weren't there before?" Dex said, lifting his hand to his face and cupping his chin in a thinking pose. A METAR was pilot speak for Meteorological Terminal Aviation Routine Weather Report. Basically, everything you see on the weather channel but current and waaaaay more detailed. He doubted she'd know what a METAR was, but Zoey would probably be able to use context clues to get an idea.
"I mean, a lightning strike could've fried the cash register, but... I have no explanation for a melted door. Did you snapchat that?" Dexter questioned, pulling out his phone to browse through the repertoire of people in the town that were his age. Granted, there weren't many of them, but he took pride in having just about everyone's snapchat. Unfortunately, Zoey's story was completely blank. What? What kind of teenager with social media doesn't document the fact that a door just melted. That's like, a supernatural once-in-a-lifetime type of event right?
"Yeah this is... not what I expected of a natural light show," Dexter commented, trying to ignore his own disappointment that he didn't get to see a photo or video of a melted door. He turned to look to his car and found himself dramatically and audibly wincing as some stranger pulled into a parking space dangerously close to his vehicle. He shook his head when the other person's car turned off and looked away, back to Zoey. Out of sight, out of might right?
"I'm sorry about Maren, uh, do you want any help finding her? Could-ougg" he began, only to be quite abruptly cut off by arms being thrown around his midsection. He spooked, turning and looked down quickly. As he made his sudden movement he noticed shiny blue fingernails and has his neck craned and turned he noticed straw blonde hair and those trademark uggs and and just... ugh!
The rain's pace quickened, not by a lot, but noticeably.
AlexwashugginghimAlexwashugginghimAlexwashugginghim.
His male mind went into some form of hyperdrive and in an effort to sustain some form of cognizant ability it shut off his ability to speak or make any sounds besides make what had to sound something like the attractive and ever so romantic neanderthal mating call. He mentally scolded himself. Ougg? Really?
He looked to Zoey, a panicked and somewhat forced grin on his face and motioned down to her and at himself rapidly. He made a heart shape with both hands, which was rather awkward considering one was holding an umbrella being used to shield what was now three people from the rain, and then pointed down to Alex once again. This was his way of nonverbally saying 'I like this girl please help me not embarrass myself further please please please' as if it wasn't the most obvious thing ever. If it was anything that this town could count on with all of it's strange turning of events, it would be that: grass grows, birds fly, and that Dexter Quinto has had a hopeless crush on Alexandra Bell since sophomore year. Of course, as Murphy's law would dictate, Alex had yet to notice. Due to Dex's inability to man up, and his lack of a father figure to really talk to him about how to ask a girl out, he had professionally friend-zoned himself as far as he was aware.
Go figure.
At that moment, Dexter's lips decided that they knew how to work again.
"Heyyy Alex!" he said, reaching around and giving her and awkward backwards hug (because she's behind him and he's all twisted around) with one arm while simultaneously trying and failing to shield everyone from the rain. Unfortunately this kind of reaction wasn't all that uncommon for Dexter. It was oftentimes played out in different ways because of positioning but this one had gotten him especially hard because it had been so surprising.
He looked at her hair, and felt how firmly she was hugging him and almost instantly knew something was wrong. There were a few unique patterns that he had noticed about this girl and one of them was that she only hugged him with this tightness when she was upset. Then he realized that he had gotten to the point where he was categorizing her hugs based upon tightness and realized that he was such a loser. Isn't that like, creepy or something? He opened his mouth to ask what was bothering her, but decided against it. He didn't want to embarrass her. Not in front of Zoey. He would ask later. Instead he decided to redirect his moving jaw.
"Wa-was just going to ask Zoey if we could go to the cafe and look for her friend. Wanna join?"
Perfect transition. He mentally high-fived himself. Talking with purpose, great fluidity all things considered, and now he had a mysteriously interesting factor going for him.
Nailed it. | Name: Buster “Concussion” Buchanan
Appearance: Seven foot one, about 285 pounds during the season, 300 give or take when off season. His translucently white skin lay atop a thick layer of fat that surrounds steel cable martial artist's muscle. Bright red hair. Face absolutely covered with freckles and busted apart from years upon years of combat sports. His nose broken six times, his jaw twice, his skull once and a couple other minor fractures have slowly molded his baby face into a truly impressive mug. An expression of unending, bottomless hormonal rage haunts his face when he's in the zone. A dopey innocent grin when he's not. He's a reputation as a strict, dutiful, yet understanding teacher and role model to his students, which has garnered him a great amount of respect amongst the townspeople.
Personality: His personality is driven, corely, by his unending, bottomless hormonal rage. As though angst itself rested within his heart personified. His busy life has ground most complex relationships he might have had a chance of maintaining into fine dust, leaving him a ball of stress with one true outlet... Unrelenting poisonous viking bloodlust that can only be sated in Hand to Hand combat. When he stands atop the mat it's easy to think that he has something out for his opponent as his swift motions and denial on principal to pull punches often has the appearance of behaviour intended to hospitalize people. Though to those in the know his sharp reflexes and mastery of his craft leave his opponents seldom more than winded or dizzy, as he is deadly afraid of causing lasting or Debilitating Injury in the name of sport.
Likes: Martial Arts, Children, his oldest friend Cody, his only other friend Terence, sweet little Doris at the old folks home, romance novels that he buys, reads in a night, and then throws away in the fishmonger's dumpster, girls.
Dislikes: Losing, adults that gamble on his wrestling matches, the fact that he has so little time that he can't even find any to whack off, stupid fucking Pearl and her shitty husband Gerard at the old folks home, girls. Oh and his mother calling him BuBu.
Hobbies: Martial Arts, his guilty secret addiction to bad romance novels, his guiltier, more secret addiction to writing his own romance novel fanfiction that he will type in the middle of the night and then subsequently delete,
Background: Infuriated that the opposite sex wanted nothing to do with him, Buster Buchanan turned to the one thing he had a gigantic body capable of mowing down all opposition. Buster ran undefeated in wrestling regionally, perhaps that was because there were only four other students in his weight class. Statewide he lost twice in his freshman year. Once his Growth Spurt fully arrived he was a national contender each year following, coming second in the nation. Buster in his spare time also studies and teaches Judo and boxing at the youth center. His ability to balance top level sports performance, a record of philanthropic efforts, and to boot a solid 3.11 GPA has garnered him an amount of popularity amongst his peers and something of a cult following by the sport hungry townsfolk that cheered him on around the state and nation.
However all is not all laurels and accolades for Buster, his expansive extracurricular schedule has taken away all but precious few minutes during his week for social interaction, perhaps once every two or three weeks can he steal more than an hour to spend with friends, let alone try to put in the effort to find a girlfriend. His life is a ball of chaos and despite his love for what he does he had begun to crack under the pressure midway into his senior year, holding on for dear life for the remainder he has decided to cut absolutely loose upon graduation. Maybe even give up on his full ride to OSU and finally do something off schedule, maybe something a little crazy.
Inertial Dampening: His body absorbs kinetic energy after a certain threshold. Anything that hits him hard enough will suddenly lose almost all of its inertia. This goes both ways, making him unable to hit anything faster than 3 meters per second(a good boxer is between 12 and 20, apparently) without all of the force behind it completely vanishing. |
55,206 | 1,506 | 12 | 1,305 | 1,314 | Kassidy MacGrath
Kass had just strapped on her seat belt when her phone rang. She glanced at the LCD monitor and saw Zoey's name flashing on it. It was strange that Zoey was calling her this early in the morning. She always felt that the blue haired girl didn't like her despite almost always seeing each other in the café . She shrugged. Must be about the cafe or something.
Zoey's voice was cheerful when Kass she picked up. "Yooooooo, Kass! Sorry for callin' you this early, but I'm a little curious if you heard anything about Maren? Like, she disappeared last night, and I've been sending her all these texts, but she hasn't been answering. I'm a friend of hers, and I honestly don't know anyone else that could know of 'er other than yourself, and Susan - oh, yeah, can you ask Susan, too?"
"Uh, no, I haven't heard anything from her since last night. Hold on. Lemme ask mom," Kass replied and turned to her mother who was just maneuvering their black SUV out of the driveway. "Mom, have you seen Maren around? Uh... brown hair, hazel eyes... pretty girl from my class?" she added as a description.
"The West girl?" Susan asked. "Not recently, no. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, Zoey's just asking about her," Kassidy replied before she turned her attention back to her phone. "Zoey, mom---"
"Yo, Kass, hold on for a second. A friend just walked up."
"Oh, yeah, okay," Kass replied and obediently waited on the line. As their car turned out from their street, her eyes widened at the amount of people mulling around. People holding cameras and people in black business suits, some of them were talking to the locals, others looking up at the sky. "What's going on?" Her eyes were still wide as saucers as she looked at several reporter vans parked on the side of the street they passed.
"Probably because of the strange lights last night," her mother speculated. "That might actually be good for business," a thin lipped smile appeared on the older woman's face and Kass figured her thoughts were on the meeting she had attended last night.
Kass didn't comment anymore as she turned her attention back to her phone. She could still hear Zoey's voice. She was obviously talking to someone. "...Oh yeah, I randomly shocked my friend this morning, too."
It was weird eavesdropping on a conversation she wasn't a part of so she decided to eventually end the call. If Zoey needed anything else from her she would call again, she figured. Her mind was drifting back to the night before when she caught sight of a trio of girls. Audrey, Jasmine and Alexandra, their names immediately popped into her head. While she was not particularly close to any of the students from school, she knew almost all the names of those in the same year as her. It was, after all, a small class. She had alwats thought that Alexandra was nice. She wondered for a few seconds why she was bouncing on her feet. She looked excited about something. Her eyes focused on Audrey just as they zoomed past and she made a mental note to try and contact her later. She was worried about the hand wound she had strangely passed onto her the night before. Did I really? her thoughts began a new cycle of trying to figure out what exactly happened the night before.
A few more minutes and they finally arrived at the Cliffside Café. Peggy, one of the part timers Susan had hired a month ago, was serving a handful of customers. "Thanks for opening the café for me today, Peggy. I know it was short notice and I appreciate it," Susan patted the small blonde girl's shoulder.
"I don't mind," Peggy assured as she handed the café keys back to Susan. "Hey Kass," she greeted the redhead as she walked to the counter.
"Hey Peggy," Kass greeted back with a smile. She watched as a tall brown haired boy walked past the counter, coffee cup in hand, and out the door. Her eyes fell on the table by the window where Sam had been sitting the night before. From where she was standing, she could see the splintered hand shaped mark on it. She felt a pang of guilt shoot through her. Eh... why am I feeling guilty for splintering a table that termites had sunk their teeth into? Wait... do termites have teeth? she almost laughed at the after thought.
"So, show me the damages," Susan's voice broke through Kass' thoughts.
Ugh. Right. Here we go. Kass' mood dropped as she turned her attention to the cash register. | Kassidy MacGrath
Appearance:
She stands 5'4, slender and pale with wavy red hair that reaches down past her shoulders, most often worn unruly and sometimes in a bun on top of her head with a few stray tendrils framing her face. Her expressive gray eyes are most often than not hidden behind black wire rimmed glasses. In truth, she doesn't really wear prescription glasses. She just likes wearing them as some sort of "screen" from the real world or some sort of "shield" from people who tries to "see into her". She can almost always be seen wearing a plain shirt of varied colors, worn out denim jeans and sneakers, making her look a little boyish. Once in a while she goes around town wearing sundresses that entirely transforms how she looks.
Personality:
Kassidy is a pleasant girl that loves conversing with people, particularly the elderly as she thinks she gets along better with them. She likes smiling and people always think of her as a bright cheerful child. But behind her gray eyes lies a deeply rooted pain and fear that she desperately tries to hide. She is often found in the cafe, working as a barista and a waitress. Other times, she can be seen in the library, her nose buried in a variety of books, from novels to cookbooks to history books. If not in the library, she can be seen by the window of her house reading a book with her ginger tabby curled beside her.
Likes: Books, Smiling, Chatting with people, cats
Dislikes: People trying to pry into her personal life (there aren't a lot since most people think her a carefree, problem free girl), insects
Hobbies: Reading, day dreaming, being friendly to and feeding stray cats
Background:
The only child of Susan MacGrath, the owner of Cliffside Cafe (if you guys don't mind me claiming said cafe). Her father, Leon MacGrath, a local carpenter, had wanted a male child and was more than disappointed when she turned out to be a girl. He had tried conceiving another child with his wife but she never conceived again. At first, Leon had tried to toughen up the child, teaching her to play with toys made for boys. He gave her male clothes to wear and always cut her hair short that most in town thought she was actually a boy. When she showed interest in books, dresses and dolls, her father had been so disappointed he began ignoring her. She missed the attention her father had given her that she tried to hide her girly interests. But her father was never the same. He became withdrawn and began disappearing from the house for long periods of time. He began neglecting his small wood work business. He also became cold to his wife and became angry at small things: how his wife was always busy in the cafe, how she never paid enough attention to him, how she indulged her only child's every whim. He began to drift further and further away until he became abusive. When Kassidy finally found out that he had gotten another woman pregnant, Leon had been so upset that he did something that put his daughter in the hospital. Soon after, Susan kicked her husband out of the house. To the present, Susan never discussed or brought up what had happened that day. Since then, she struggled to act as if everything was all right despite how her husband's absence affected her. In turn, Kassidy began pretending to be care free despite the fear that her father might someday return and begin an abusive cycle all over again.
Power:
Hysterical Strength: Simply enough, her physical strength is increased, but in proportion with her mental state. High energy emotions(happiness, anger, excitement) will increase her strength, while low energy ones(Sadness, listlessness) will decrease it.
The Catch: Her power responds to her deeper feelings, and she has no control over it. No matter how much of a stoic face she puts on, if a situation enrages her, she will find herself accidentally breaking things.
Early Presentation: A general inability to judge her own strength. She will break things, or be unable to open jars unexpectedly. |
55,207 | 1,506 | 13 | 2,340 | 7,591 | Zoey could only sigh as Kass said they have absolutely no idea where Maren is. God damn it... Maren had to be out there somewhere. Maybe Zoey will visit her house. Hey, maybe it'll turn out Maren was fine, she just dropped her phone or something on the way back. Well, Zoey just hoped she was okay.
For now, she was going to need as much help as possible from Dexter.
He questioned everything that happened last night, and Zoey was honestly kicking herself in the ass for not documenting it. Well, she at least had the excuse of being so damn weirded out that she forgot. "Dex, Dex, Dex..." Zoey said, shaking her head. "... Imagine being in the middle of all that weird Twilight-Zone level shit, and remembering that you even have a phone. Seriously, Snapchat was the last damn thing on my mind." She tried to come up with an excuse, but it just went limp, if she had to be honest with herself. She just shrugged.
She really wished that she had kept that cigarette now...
Because she was lamenting over Maren's disappearance, Zoey found it hard to stay upbeat. Her eyes drifted away a bit, as Dexter went on about helping looking for her. That made Zoey's precious smile return. She spoke as she turned her head towards Dexter,
"... Yeah, Dex, you're a good ki-"
Zoey suddenly stopped when a tall, blonde-haired girl just fucking came from behind and hugged Dexter. That was random... But, God damn Zoey couldn't say it wasn't cute. She had to laugh a little bit.
"What, Dex? Got yourself a girlfriend while I wasn't looking?" Zoey teased him. "Not a bad choice, if-"
Then that's when Dex flashed her the grin.
Not just any grin. The kind of awkward grin that told so much more than words. A social butterfly like Zoey could tell that he wanted to take the wheel, and Zoey should step back. Cool, cool. Despite all the flirting and teasing she does, Zoey knew when to stay in her lane.
She just crossed her arms, as Dexter explained who she was. Alex... Alexandra Bell? Zoey vaguely remembered the girl. They haven't talked much, but they've definitely seen each other.
"Wa-was just going to ask Zoey if we could go to the cafe and look for her friend. Wanna join?"
"... Oh yeah, that!" Zoey said, realizing that she still had her phone on the whole time... the conversation with Kass just going on and on... and on. Oh, yeah. She should be more mindful about that. She quickly put the phone against her ear, and said,
"Yo, Kass, you still there...?" Zoey asked. "I'm gonna swing around the Cliffside with some friends... look for some clues about Maren, ya' know?" | -Redacted- |
55,208 | 1,506 | 14 | 905 | 2,478 | When Jasmine tried to whisper in her ear, Audrey answered back, at normal volume, "I cannot hear you." She had, however, heard how Jasmine had reacted to Alexandra, and thought Alex was quite right to storm off like that. Aud almost told Jasmine the same, but with the roar of her bike to go with it (see how you like that, miss "I can hear heartbeats").
But Audrey felt too entrenched in the mystery of this town's lights and the sudden apparent supernatural powers to turn away someone who was claiming to be affected by it. And that line of thinking brought Audrey to Bae, with her claim that she could read minds. Strangely enough, Audrey didn't have any trouble hearing anything that Bae said, ringing ears or no, and that gave her a thought.
Can you? Audrey thought, staring intently at Bae, Tell me how lovely and pink the sky is today. | Name: Audrey Springer
Appearance:
A skinny girl with nut brown skin, and shiny, straight black hair cut in a pixie cut. Her almond eyes are vivid green, and her face is often without makeup, though her head is rarely seen without a hat. Her face tends toward the deadpan, and she dresses for comfort, usually in favorite ripped jeans and loose tops in the summer. Fall and winter will see more intact jeans and flannels.
From her collar bones to about halfway down her breasts is inked black, from where she covered a Greenbriar Rogues tattoo after she ran away from home.
It is not at all uncommon for her to be adorned with scrapes or gashes, and occasionally even stitches.
Personality: Generally friendly and conversational in disposition, but her refusal to be stepped on often makes her come off as "bitchy." She's quick to remark that the same behavior in men would be considered normal. She does have to admit that she has a temper, and is easy to get in a fight with. This, along with her general vulgarity tend to get her in trouble, but she's quick to forgive her friends(not so quick to forgive an authority figure).
She is a doer, one to find solutions to her problems, and one to do it herself. Fiercely independent, she hates asking for help, and hates feeling powerless.
She's known for getting into fights, and isn't afraid even of people who could obviously hurt her very badly. She will absolutely bring a knife to a fistfight, or a gun to a knife fight.
Likes: Loud and fast in general. Seafood, as well as the ocean. Pop punk and metal music.
Dislikes: Authority, pretension, responsibility.
Hobbies: Tuning her motorcycle, bar hopping(with a fakey). Surfing(a particularly dangerous hobby at the local beach, but there's a small following of people who do it anyway). Kickboxing.
Background: Her paternal grandfather was a young GI, and his grandmother was an even younger girl from Korea who became infatuated with him and went back to Oregon when the war was over. At home, he became a mechanic and joined the local motorcycle club, the Greenbriar Rogues. His son became a member as well, but he produced a daughter(also from a woman he met overseas, though he had been stationed in Okinawa). Audrey had to fight hard to be seen as an equal around the shop and the Rogues' clubhouse, and never quite managed it in either place.
She was expelled from Greenbriar High for decking a teacher, and dropped out of Riverview's school to just keep working at her grandfather's shop. She in turn left both the shop and the town after her generally sexist treatment at the hands of the men who worked there(including the ones related to her).
She is only just now returning to the town, bitter and contrite after she has run out of money and ready to make some kind of amends with her family.
Power: She heals on skin-to-skin contact. It is involuntary, and when she does it, she takes on 70% of the injury onto her own body.
Very much custom Honda Valkyrie. |
55,209 | 1,506 | 15 | 1,109 | 118 | Leo was exhausted, it was a normal day for Leo to run into the town, she actually does it for fun most days, but focusing on not flying into the sky made even walking into town an extraordinarily difficult task. Leo still had the two full buckets of milk on her shoulder and was continually having to remind herself to focus on not floating away. She knew that she needed to focus on finding help so she was going to head to the hospital and maybe they could figure out what was wrong with her. But she was overwhelmed by the walk so far and she still had a long way to go, it was clear she was not going to make it to the hospital by foot anytime soon.
Thankfully for Leo, she was close to the Cliffside café, and she really needed a rest. Leona slowly trudged her way across the street to the entrance of the café, as she entered the building a wave of relief swept over her, she no longer was in danger of flying into the sky.
The café had a few people in it already and a girl with two buckets of milk tied together over her shoulders was an odd sight to see, so she decided to take off her makeshift anchor and set it next to the entrance. Next step for Leo was to make it to the counter, she had an extremely determined face watching every single step she took, as she slowly walked towards the café front counter.
Once she was in arms lengths she gripped the side of the counter and pulled herself close she quickly looked around and spotted Kassidy not too far away talking to her mother about something.
Leo got excited and began to wave to her even though they were fairly close inside the same building “Hey Kassidy!” Leo said excitedly to see someone from school, “Do you think you could grab me a cup of water, I have had a very crazy morning, and I really just need to take a break for a second.” While Leo was talking she forgot to focus on staying put and began to lift off the ground she quickly realized it and pulled herself down. Her face changed dramatically from excited to see Kassidy to extremely determined to stay put and then back to being excited to see Kassidy once she got on the ground.
Leo was breathing heavy and it was clear she had panic behind her smile but for right now she was just excited to take a break from dragging herself through town, it's times like these Leo wished she could drive. | Name: Leona Deirdre Reagan (Leo for short)
Appearance:Raised as an athlete, Leo is in strong physical condition and keeps in shape. She is 5’6" and weighs about 137 pounds she is an athlete more in the cardio sense. Leo dresses in homey casual clothes most of the time, such as sweatshirts, sweatpants and a bandana with her dark brown hair loose. If she is every going to participate in one of her activates she always has a change of clothes such as a team jersey and shorts. Her key distinguishing features are mostly on her face, she has ghostly blue eyes and is covered in freckles. She also has a small scar on her forehead from the time she fell out of the tree and cracked her skull slightly.
Personality: Leo is a farm girl, she has the heart of oxen and the loyalty of a dog. Ignorance is bliss and Leo is living in bliss, she might not know a lot about science or math… or English or pretty much anything in school, but she keeps her head up high and keeps trying. Leo is well known in her town because she is always smiling and joyful to everyone she meets.
The truth is Leo actually mildly autistic, it is mild enough that it only makes school and some social interactions difficult for her. But even so it does not bother her, she is happy with the life she was given and makes every day of it. That is where exercise comes into her life.
Leos mind is cloudy and she can never focus on anything, it hurts her head when she tries to understand something such as math. But every time her head starts to hurt she can just go for a run and let her body take control of her mind. She does not need to think while exercising, she can just do it that is why she is always on the move. Running is just one of the main activities she does to help with her head, anything that can get her body moving she will do, it is the only time she feels completely normal.
Likes: Exercise, moving around, her family farm and animals
Dislikes: School, math in particular and heights
Hobbies: Swimming, Running, and soccer
Background: Leona was born a completely healthy baby, which in the time of mass miscarriages and stillbirths it was a miracle. She was raised on her family’s farm and loved to explore the areas all around, the world was an exciting place and growing up on a farm meant an adventure every day. She was extremely creative and her imagination would take her on amazing journeys through anything she could think of, her mother always said that she was going to grow up to be a writer.
It was a cold fall afternoon, Leo was playing outside by herself while her father was butchering the swine that were too old to last another winter. Leo was pretending to be Peter Pan, her favorite storybook character. She had a makeshift sword made out of cardboard, she was fighting the invisible pirates and the evil Captain Hook. Leo decided to climb up the large oak tree in the corner of the property so the pirates could not reach her. She got about 10 feet off the ground when she found a sturdy branch she could stand on. She started to walk on the branch, almost like a tightrope walker doing a balancing act. Her mother came outside to call her in for dinner, she called her name loudly just like every day but this time, Leo was startled by her mother. Leo lost her balance and fell fast and hard.
Leo felt warm all over her face, it was weird like someone was pouring hot water on her head. She reached up to wipe off the feeling but when she pulled her hand away all she saw was red. Her screams caused her mother and father to rush over to her as quickly as possible. When they found her it was clear that she had hit her head on one of the large rocks surrounding the tree. Her father picked her up and carried her to his truck and took her to the nearest hospital. It was quite a sight to see, Leos dad did not get changed after butchering the pigs and now he was carrying his bloody daughter through the front doors of a hospital.
Leo woke up three days after the accident, she had 17 stitches in her head and a fracture in her skull. The doctor was not sure yet if there would be any permanent brain damage but Leo knew right away that something was wrong. The first thing her father when they got Leo back home, was cutting down the old oak tree. As the months went by it was clear something was wrong with Leo, she was never a smart child but she was creative and now her adventures had stopped. Leo no longer had the great imagination she once had, her creativity was now a gray cloud in her head.
As Leo grew she learned to deal with her issues, it was clear that despite her best efforts she could never keep up with the others in school. She was offered special help for class but she refused it, she did not want to be treated differently. The hardest part for Leo was the fact that she knows what it was like to be normal, and she struggles every day to go back. The unfortunate reality is that there is no easy fix to her issues, only ways to make life easier for herself. Which is what she did.
Leo never let her accident get in her way of being happy, she is always upbeat and kind. She treats everyone the way she would like to be treated. Though she struggled through high school, she did have an extremely fun time, there was never a dull moment with Leo around. Now that graduation is coming up, she is not planning to go to a fancy college in actuality she is planning to work on the farm with her parents and then take if over once they can no longer run it. It seemed to be a good life plan for her, she did not need anything fancy just a nice place to live surrounded by people that love her. |
55,210 | 1,506 | 16 | 1,305 | 1,314 | Kassidy MacGrath
Susan looked down at the wooden table and at the hand shaped splintered area, her brows furrowed. She reached out and touched the splinters and then began inspecting the rest of the table. "Hmmm."
Kassidy's mood was plummeting by the second. Her mom didn't look mad but she was sure that the damages she had shown her just added to the problems she already had. She watched as Susan tried leaning against the table the way she had the night before, expecting the wood to splinter under her mom's weight. But nothing happened.
"Do what you did last night," Susan instructed as she patted the area just beside the damaged part.
Kass complied. She put her hands on the table and leaned forward to look out the window, the exact same thing she did the night before. Nothing happened. "Strange. I don't think it's termites. But I can be wrong. I'll have to call pest control later for inspection," Susan said.
"Hey Kassidy!" came a cheerful voice.
Kass turned around and saw a familiar face. Leo Reagan. She was a nice girl and one of the few that she actually often conversed with when they were still in school. She excused herself from her mom, who was still puzzling over the hand shaped damage, and headed to the freckled girl. "Hey Leo. What's up?" she smiled and greeted back. She blinked when she noticed the sudden change in her expression. She went behind the counter and got the girl the water she asked for. "Here you go," she laid the glass of water on the table and slid it towards Leo. "Are you okay?" | Kassidy MacGrath
Appearance:
She stands 5'4, slender and pale with wavy red hair that reaches down past her shoulders, most often worn unruly and sometimes in a bun on top of her head with a few stray tendrils framing her face. Her expressive gray eyes are most often than not hidden behind black wire rimmed glasses. In truth, she doesn't really wear prescription glasses. She just likes wearing them as some sort of "screen" from the real world or some sort of "shield" from people who tries to "see into her". She can almost always be seen wearing a plain shirt of varied colors, worn out denim jeans and sneakers, making her look a little boyish. Once in a while she goes around town wearing sundresses that entirely transforms how she looks.
Personality:
Kassidy is a pleasant girl that loves conversing with people, particularly the elderly as she thinks she gets along better with them. She likes smiling and people always think of her as a bright cheerful child. But behind her gray eyes lies a deeply rooted pain and fear that she desperately tries to hide. She is often found in the cafe, working as a barista and a waitress. Other times, she can be seen in the library, her nose buried in a variety of books, from novels to cookbooks to history books. If not in the library, she can be seen by the window of her house reading a book with her ginger tabby curled beside her.
Likes: Books, Smiling, Chatting with people, cats
Dislikes: People trying to pry into her personal life (there aren't a lot since most people think her a carefree, problem free girl), insects
Hobbies: Reading, day dreaming, being friendly to and feeding stray cats
Background:
The only child of Susan MacGrath, the owner of Cliffside Cafe (if you guys don't mind me claiming said cafe). Her father, Leon MacGrath, a local carpenter, had wanted a male child and was more than disappointed when she turned out to be a girl. He had tried conceiving another child with his wife but she never conceived again. At first, Leon had tried to toughen up the child, teaching her to play with toys made for boys. He gave her male clothes to wear and always cut her hair short that most in town thought she was actually a boy. When she showed interest in books, dresses and dolls, her father had been so disappointed he began ignoring her. She missed the attention her father had given her that she tried to hide her girly interests. But her father was never the same. He became withdrawn and began disappearing from the house for long periods of time. He began neglecting his small wood work business. He also became cold to his wife and became angry at small things: how his wife was always busy in the cafe, how she never paid enough attention to him, how she indulged her only child's every whim. He began to drift further and further away until he became abusive. When Kassidy finally found out that he had gotten another woman pregnant, Leon had been so upset that he did something that put his daughter in the hospital. Soon after, Susan kicked her husband out of the house. To the present, Susan never discussed or brought up what had happened that day. Since then, she struggled to act as if everything was all right despite how her husband's absence affected her. In turn, Kassidy began pretending to be care free despite the fear that her father might someday return and begin an abusive cycle all over again.
Power:
Hysterical Strength: Simply enough, her physical strength is increased, but in proportion with her mental state. High energy emotions(happiness, anger, excitement) will increase her strength, while low energy ones(Sadness, listlessness) will decrease it.
The Catch: Her power responds to her deeper feelings, and she has no control over it. No matter how much of a stoic face she puts on, if a situation enrages her, she will find herself accidentally breaking things.
Early Presentation: A general inability to judge her own strength. She will break things, or be unable to open jars unexpectedly. |
55,211 | 1,506 | 17 | 1,720 | 400 | Alexandra BellInteracting with Zoey and Dexter; and
Alexandra allowed her several long moments, even with Dexter moving around a bit and awkwardly hugging her back, to hide her face from the world underneath her hair and pressed against Dexter's back and jacket. She just closed her eyes and let herself feel safe against the comforting brace of another soul who wasn't terrible. This one was nice, and kind, and apparently Zoey thought she as his girlfriend. Well, that's a thought. It hadn't really occurred to her to go out with anyone, and- hm. Dexter went suspiciously quiet when she hugged him, and that was the first thing that came to Zoey's mind, or the first thing that was good enough to be said.
Hm. She'll dwell on that later. She didn't want to deal with anything complicated right now. Dexter was pretty, though.
She perked up a little when she heard mention of the cafe, and then of a missing friend. It appeared that an extra pair of eyes would be useful.
She shifted a little bit so she peered out at Zoey from beneath Dexter's left arm, still holding him like he was a giant pillow of hers.
"Hi Zoey. I'll bite, sure."
She paused for a moment, taking note how they were all close together to try and stay beneath the umbrella- her somewhat protruding butt was still getting half-rained-on. She straightened a bit, so she was hugging Dexter from the side, now, and his arm was around her, and she immediately reached forward and pulled Zoey into the hug.
"Hush, don't even protest, and if you are mean to me, I'll sic Dex on you," she immediately stated somewhat playfully and matter-of-factly, to Zoey. Wrapping both arms around two people, she held them there for a moment before she said to Zoey, "I only help friends, so I guess you're my friend now. You seem to be Dex's friend, too, and Dex has good judgement. I'll allow you to be my friend, then. Nice hair, by the way. Lessgo."
With that, she let both of them go, and stepped out of the umbrella- and let the rain pour down on her. She rather liked it, and her face showed it as she ran her hands through her hair, pulling it all straight backwards and thoroughly wetting her hair. | -Booped- |
55,212 | 1,506 | 18 | 1,635 | 6,677 | Sarah Smith
Last Night
Sarah sat out in the back deck of her house that overlooked the cliff side that led to a great view of the ocean, she had her guitar out playing a few notes as she closed her eyes for a moment as she enjoyed playing it. Then she opened her eyes and stared up into the sky seeing the lights, they were really pretty and spectacular as she was just simply hypnotized by the beauty of the lights out in the sky which had brought out her birth. She was sadly one of the lucky few that did manage to survive, but Sarah didn't care she was so entranced by the lights. And just as quickly as they came the lights were gone, Sarah slowly shook her head as she set down her guitar she wished that she had actually brought out her phone to film the whole thing.
She would grab her guitar feeling very tired as Sarah decided to call it a night as she went back inside closing the sliding glass door, her parents had already gone to bed by now as she felt really tired. Sarah quickly got changed into her nightgown and climbed into her bed she slowly closed her eyes and started to fall asleep rather quickly. Sarah's kitten was quietly sleeping on Sarah's pillow comfortably and had been woken up, she had gotten the little fluff ball for graduating high school and she loved it so much.
The Next Day
Sarah started to groan loudly to herself as she started to feel a very weird and alien sensation going all around her body, she also could have sworn that she could hear a loud buzzing sound of so many voices around her. She shot up from her bed and looked around as she started rubbing her arms, she continued to hear the sounds which were starting to get annoying she wasn't sure what it all was. Sarah moved to her bathroom which was attached to her bedroom she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes then wondered down towards the sink and screamed rather loudly as she several small ants were near her sink. She quickly reached for a tissue to smash some, as she was doing that she quickly stopped feeling what they were feeling which was fear but it didn't feel like it was her own.
Sarah wished that they had just left, and surprisingly the little buggers started to move away and down into the sink's drain. She would let out a sigh of relief as she quickly went and started to brush her teeth and then clean her face. Sarah knew that her parents had already left for work the day, she didn't feel like making her own breakfast and decided to make her way to the café. After she had changed Sarah grabbed her bike and started to pedal down the street, she still could hear the weird buzzing sound only making out a few words here and there but none of it made sense.
She eventually made her way towards the café and noticed a lot of people that she didn't even know and assumed were tourists Sarah entered the café and sat at an empty table. Her mind then started to wonder towards the night before seeing those lights again made her feel strange. | Name: Sarah Marie Smith
Personality: Sarah is usually seen as a very friendly person and is always loyal to those that she considers a friend, she always enjoys being in the company of others. She is usually a very calm and collected person when she is in a stressful situation and rarely will ever be seen with an angry attitude towards anyone. Unless you end up getting on her bad side, which is very very rare for that to happen Sarah enjoys making others smile and tries to put others before herself.
Likes:
Music
Singing
Playing guitar
Kittens
Puppies
Dislikes:
Bullies
Loud sounds
Bugs
Snakes
Annoying people
Hobbies: When she is alone in her spare time Sarah likes to play her guitar as well as singing, Sarah also loves to go out swimming near the beach.
Background: Sarah's parents first met one another while in high school her father eventually became a police officer while Sarah's mother became a nurse. They eventually had Sarah she was one of the lucky few to have been born that year she was completely healthy surprisingly after the number of still borns as well as the sickly. Sarah growing up she was always the social butterfly and always trying to make others smile around her. As she grew older Sarah started to fall in love with music and started to teach herself how to play guitar as well as singing.
Sarah loves music a lot and could sometimes be singing in places around town, she is also very athletic and likes to go out for early morning runs. Sarah is always striving to try and keep her grades up as best as she possibly can, though she is always slacking off in the math and science subjects.
Power: Arthropod Manipulation: She can communicate with and command both insects and arachnids(crabs and lobsters too). They will obey her, and are also able to communicate basic ideas back to her. She can feel distress and fear from them, as well.
The Catch: She can't filter out incoming proto-thoughts from the bugs, and bugs are pretty much omnipresent.
Early Presentation: Will start to feel very alien sensations from creepy crawlies near her. She may discover that they respond to her desires. |
55,213 | 1,507 | 0 | 1,537 | 4,326 | Spinning out of events currently developing in Young Justice 2022 comes the Legion like you've never seen them before. The year 2022 sees a new band of cosmic misfits enter the expanded RP universe with a bang. Working jobs for the United Planets, chasing down the galaxy's most wanted, and making time for a little bit of adventuring and exploring on alien worlds is all in a day in the life on their ship, the Jumper . The Legion does whatever they can to pass the time and try to make an honest living travelling across the stars. They could do some good today. Or things could go bad. Often, it's both.
So the year is 2022 and the United Planets are beginning to take shape across the galaxy with even more opposition than what has been seen in LoSH comics. Sentinel, Supergirl, and a team of cosmic misfits answer the call to defend freedom and the occasional princess in this RP that also sees us taking bizarre missions from the United Planets as well as taking on the occasional bounty on some of the galaxy's most wanted criminals across five sectors. Unlike the LoSH in the future of the DCU, this Legion will have silver flight belt buckles rather than gold rings. And while they can't translate any language, there will be devices all around the galaxy to help with that. Something resembling Skeets.
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Rules:
1.) No back-to-back posting.
2.) PAY ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND SET-UPS!!
3.) Make sense. If we can't make heads or tails of your posts they're likely to get skipped over.
4.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys!
5.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC.
6.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story.
7.) “I was waiting for to make a move” is not an excuse to not post.
8.) There is no rule #8.
9.) My word is law.
10.) Obey the law.
11.) In the event that I'm offline for any period of time, the deputy GM (Aro) will take control and HIS word will then be law.
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GM Notes 3/16/15 :Game on.
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"Here's how it is..." Alexander said while everyone got settled in as the Krolotean's ship lifted off and began to fly out of the planet Earth's atmosphere...
"We take missions from the United Planets, go after the occasional bounty, just whatever the stars bring our way. Right now, we're chasing after that red ring that just caused all that chaos in California. You still with me, or are you already thinking about going back?" he asked as Supergirl gazed out the window of the star cruiser.
"I'm fine. Just in awe is all." said Supergirl.
"Good. Cause you missed your window to bail about two and a half minutes ago." Sentinel responded.
"This red ring will be the death of me. Despite my powers coming from that whale looking Green Lantern, I don't much care for jewelry that can wipe out worlds. I'd have destroyed it even if the United Planets weren't paying us. With Hob's ship we travel over one hundred and thirty sectors in no time at all on the trail. Then I see it up ahead from the window... Thanagarian starships and about three dozen wingmen. Do they know about the ring... or did one of the boys piss them off somewhere I didn't know about?" Sentinel thinks walking around the ship and coming up to the windows.
Alexander Mason runs to the cockpit as Hob is already preparing for a conflict. He presses the red alert and an alarm and flashing light go off throughout the ship. A worried look comes across the face of their resident super-person.
"This isn't anything we haven't dealt with before, so don't worry. Never this many Thanagarians at once, but..." Sentinel said before the ship took a hit from the approaching starship.
"Ar'asom, how do you operate in space... you need one of the trans-suits in the back? We need your muscle out there!" Sentinel asked rushing through the ship.
~KL~ | Name - Alexander Mason
Alias - Sentinel, 'the Legendary Starheart'
Age - 23
Personality - outlaw, stubborn, reckless
Powers - energy blasts , protective aura w/heat and cold resistance, giant construct, Legion flight buckle
Weaknesses - standard human weaknesses, powers require proper eating and sleeping habits to 'recharge'
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Alex was one of the humans who ventured to the Earth settlement on the dwarf planet Ceres between Mars and Jupiter. In the year 2015 Alex left with his parents, a pair of engineers, to live on the dwarf planet and help build the settlement that would be named Westwood after mission director Richard Westwood. While Earth's nations have declared the planet out of the Green Lantern Corps' jurisdiction, an accident on Ceres had the new whale like Lantern intervene and save several dozen engineers as well as their families lives. Alex was one of these, who was stabbed through the chest with a large piece of debris. However the Lantern's energies healed the young man in a way that he could manipulate the energy later on. Over the last several years Alex has learned how to control his power, but not without going through the ringer. After his mother was killed by Durlan space pirates, Alex and a close friend formed the Legion to take down the criminals. Later on, Alex would see the good that could come from the United Planets organization and accept work for hire on several occasions.
Notes - The close friend is DrewVonAwesome's Freeflow.
~KL~ |
55,214 | 1,507 | 1 | 307 | 2,333 | Collab between Lord Wraith and BlackSam
The Jumper made its way through the asteroid belt as Hob expertly handled the controls. Shaking from another impact of enemy laser, Hob cursed angrily under his breath as the Thanagarian cruiser continued to give chase.
<"I knew I should have re-stocked the weapons before we took off! But no, we have no funds because someone decided rations were more important than ammunition!"> He yelled.
"That's why you should get a sword. Swords never need restocking. Swords are like. . . infinite ammo." Answered Rane mildly. He had draped himself carelessly over the main passenger seat, the Sword of the Skyfather cradled tenderly in his arms. For a man who was currently a passenger in the middle of a intense, intergalactic dog fight he seemed incredibly calm and composed. It made Hob look even more enraged in comparison.
"Besides, I gave Sentinel an alternative to buying more rations, but he shot me down when I suggested we just eat you. Probably thinks we'd choke on all the lil bones. . . ."
Or maybe he tastes as bad as he smells?
"Equally valid point."
<"WHAT!"> Hob turned around raising his mechanical arm and pointing his welding laser at Rane. <"Try it! I'll turn you into, what was it... barbecue faster than you can draw that over-sized sliver of metal."> The gremlin screamed before turning back to the controls. <"You want a sword! I'll show you a sword!"> He yelled before ripping open the control panel in front of him and pulling a couple fuses before plugging them into other slots.
<"Full power to the forward shields, additional power to afterburners."> Hob slammed the controls down as he back-flipped the ship, spinning it over as he righted the vessel before steering it directly towards the bridge of the cruiser.
Rane's lipless mouth curved up in what could have been a snarl, but was equally likely to be a smile. Either way it wasn't the prettiest of sights. One would be forgiven for thinking that the Canmorian, a self professed lover of battle, had tricked his Krolotean comrade into turning his escape attempt into a full frontal charge. If that was the case then Hob needed to have a good look at his priorities.
That hairless monkey is so malleable. And he thinks he is the smart one.
"He can't help it," Rane said aloud. "It's small creature syndrome. He has much to prove, overcompensating for his small size you see." Talking aloud, seemingly to himself, was quite a common trait for the Canmorian. Just another of his many, many, many curious habits that led to others thinking he was cracked.
You're small for your species, aren't you Rane? Explains so much.
The Canmorian's eyes narrowed in annoyance.
"Quiet Sword. No one asked you."
Oh, don't be like that Rane. But the Lizard man wasn't talking to the weapon any longer, instead fixing all his attention upon the swiftly oncoming cruiser. He still seemed completely at ease, though the fidgeting of his fingers gave him away, talon digits running up and down the sweat-stained leather of the Sword of the Skyfather's hilt.
All around the Jumper, debris exploded as the small ship burst through the cruiser. Wall after wall impacting against the hull as Thanagarian soldiers flew each and every way. All across the controls, the display began to flash and glow red, yellow and various other warning colors.
<"Stupid hunk of junk!"> Hob said smashing his fists down on the controls as the ship came to a halting stop. The vacuum of space behind them suddenly disappeared as the Thanagarian ship's own safety measures kicked in and seal off the hull breach. Winged soldiers in full armor slowly surrounded the vessels as they leveled weapons towards the cockpit.
<"Exit the vessel with your hands up!"> The lead officer said as Hob turned around in his seat. Things had been tense in this region of space since the Thanagarian-Rann war had begun but the United Planets had known what to expect when they sent the ship into this sector. It was missions like this that made hiring mercs like Rane logical.
<"Well, go do your slice-y thing!"> Hob shouted angrily as he walked passed the reptilian man. Retrieving his exo-suit, Hob climbed into his controls as the suit closed around him.
<"I am not being taken down by a bunch of overgrown avians!"> He yelled at Rane. | Name:
Rane Traxian
Alias:
Insane Rane, Red Rane, Son of the Skyfather. He has dozens of names and titles, most of them he has given himself.
Age:
Fifty years old chronologically, early thirties biologically.
Appearance:
Rane, like all Canmorian's, is a tall lizard-like bipedal alien. Rane stands at about 6'3" - He is short for his race - and although as lean as a rabbit, his frame hides a deceptive amount of muscle. .His white and grey skin is covered in a fine snake-like scales. External bone plates and spikes serve as an armor for his species, protecting vital organs. He has painted religous symbols over his body and face, swirls and loops of vivid red and gold that display to all with the wit to discern them that he is an instrument of the Skyfather. Canmorian's have three fingers and one thumb on their hands, with long digitigrade, three toed legs. Their legs feature a sickle claw, much like velociraptors of cretaceous period earth. Each digit ends in bone like talons. All Canmorian's have long, prehensile tails.
His head feature's a boxy, extended maw. His eyes are an amber gold and stilted like a cats. Canmorians, much like humans, have a mixture of Incisor and Molar teeth but the incisors are slightly longer and sharper.
For reference his head is like this
Personality:
Nutty, unique, zen-like
Powers:
Canmores gravity is heavier than that of earth and Canmorian bone structure is significantly denser than that of a human, making them stronger than any man. Their speed is likewise far more impressive, especially their reaction times. Their hide is thick and leathery, bone plating and spikes providing further protection from harm. Even if they are injured their bodies possess primary, secondary and in some cases even tertiary organs and backups, even going so far as to have a redundant nervous system. They are also capable of cellular regeneration unseen in most races. Lost limbs can be re-grown in a matter of months.
With his Canmorian physiology alone Rane could be an effective combatant, but he has one further advantage that makes him a terror for all who face him – The Sword of the Skyfather. The sword is a once rumored mythical object that features heavily in Canmorian folklore and legend. Said to be created from a mysterious star metal that was a gift from the Skyfather himself and crafted by the greatest shaman-smiths of the Scorched Wastes, it is a weapon without equal. Said to be unbreakable, it has been seen to cut through the toughest of materials. When he holds the sword Rane posses a near perfect situational awarness, as well as becoming completely fearless.
Weaknesses:
Cold tempretures make him sluggish. Though tough he is no incincible. When he holds the sword he is fearless, which isn't an entirely positive trait. Being parted from the sword seems to weaken him, like an addict deprived of their drug of choice.
Bio:
No one, not human or Canmorian, quite know what happened to Rane to make him the way he is. Some say he must have suffered some great tragedy in his past, others that he was born wrong. There's rumors that he's been the the edge of space, and what he seen there drove him over the edge. Superstitious Canmorians, of which there are a many, believe that the Skyfather -the Canmorian God of creation- is punishing Rane for sins of a past life by giving him a soul with holes in it. Needless to say, there's something off about him. The first people started hearing about him was about thirty years ago. At the time he was a junior cleric of Crithalea, Canmorian's dominant religion. He became well known for his passionate and fiery sermons, and his future with Crithaliasm looked bright indeed. After several years his popularity among the people was immense and he was earmarked to become a Patriarch, one of the Crithalean holy leaders. The ceremony to become a Patriarch begins with the candidate spending two weeks in the scorched lands. The scorched lands is a desert area of Canmore said to be almost entirely inhospitable to all save the 'unclean', a group of Canmorian outcasts who still followed the old religion of the Skyfather rather than the ways of Crithalea. It was the last anyone seen of Rane. . .
Until two years ago when he came out of the Scorched lands swinging a sword and leading an army of unclean against the Crithalean religion. He was insane, they said, taking on the high and mighty with nothing but a rusty relic and a bunch of outcasts. Despite that it seemed he couldn't be stopped, regardless of the armies sent against them. He even managed to kill half of the Patriarch order. Insane he might have been, but he was starting to seem invincible. Still, it was only so long he could keep moving forwards against such adversity, and eventually his dwindling forces stalled against the armies of Crithalea. The final battle approached, Crithalean forces arming themselves to assault the Skyfather's supporters position and capture Rane for trial when he went and saved them the trouble by handing himself in, sword held in one hand and a datapad in the other. The Crithaleans where suspicious at first, thinking it was some sorta trap. After he insisted on a public trial their fears were allayed. After all, how much damage could a madman like him accomplish in a trial? Little did they know the trouble was just beginning. Turns out he held proof of corruption in the Patriarch's ranks. Prostitution, drug trafficking, slavery, they were in on it all, and Rane had proof of it on his little datapad. When asked where he got his info from he looked his interrogators straight in the eye, smiled wide and said "The Skyfather". He then went on and told an intricate story of internal strife within the Patriarchs, where backdoor politics had gotten so out of hand that members were actively trying to get each other killed. One enterprising Patriarch had kept all the evidence of his compatriot's fraudulence as insurance policy against their mascinations.
"I only figured it out after I cut that fella in half" said Rane "Felt it was only right to turn myself in after". The story he told was incredible, so incredible it almost had to be believed, one that no sane person would come out with. However it was widely known that Rane was nuts, and the evidence that the Patrirachs were corrupt was irrefutable. They couldn't pursue the story of a broken government any further, but now they were left with the quandary of what to do with a murdering Canmorian, who claimed he had done all he had done on the instruction of the Skyfather and all for the good of Canmore. After a long discussion only one answer stood out. Make him a Legionnaire.
"Works for me" responded Rane. And now? Now he's Alex Mason's problem.
Notes:
Cross fills the wildcard and brute role.
He's absolutely cracked, with his own sense of morality, loyalty and honor. The trouble is trying to get him to share it with anyone.
The Sword of the Skyfather speaks to Rane. Is this voice actually the sword, or is it just further proof of Rane's mental inbalance? You'll find out! |
55,215 | 1,507 | 2 | 189 | 177 | Ar'asom braced himself as another blast from the Thanagarian's lasers belted the ship. Why is it that we are almost always being chased by someone. What did we even do to them in the first place? He let out a soft sigh, thankful Hob was able to get the ship back under control all the while dodging asteroids until they were free of them.
Out of the frying pan, He pulled up a view of the larger cruiser on a vid screen nearby and watched as it continued to manuever itself out of the asteroid field. And into the fire.
"I would have to agree with Hob on this one. Some ammunition is better than no ammunition." He muttered to himself as he continued to try and recall what it was that they had done to any Thanagarians that would merit the chase from a sector so far away. The answer still remained a mystery however as Sentinel rushed by him, asking how he operated in space.
"I do better with my feet on the ground." He called after Sentinel as he felt the ship lurch and perform a flip, knocking him off balance and causing him to create a rather noticeable dent with his horns. "Well that will just piss Hob off even more after he sees what the Thanagarians have done to his ship. Although he'll probably blame it on Rane." He muttered as he steadied himself once again and returned his attention to the vid screen.
No longer was it the view of the Thanagarian ship still trying to make it's way in the asteroid belt, it was now just the vast emptiness of space. Oh, please no. Don't tell me he's doing what I think he's doing. He thought as he switched to the forward facing view, just in time to see the approaching hull of the Thanagarian cruiser as they crashed into it.
The shield of the Jumper held together admirably, but did little to reduce each jolt as metal slammed against metal before the ship finally came to a screeching halt. Wonder what it was that Rane said to him this time to get this sort of reaction from Hob. Ar'asom once again adjusted the view of the vid screen, finding a group of Thanagarians approaching the ship. His attention was drawn away from the screen as Hob and Rane exited the cockpit, Hob yelling at Rane for him to get outside the ship and do his 'slice-y thing' as Hob was climbing into his exo-suit still yelling at Rane.
"Rane," Ar'asom made his way over to stand beside Rane. "You and your Sword of the Skyfather get outside and do your slice-y thing." He stood beside Rane, stretching and cracking his knuckles. "And I'll make sure that no one get's in your way." | Name - Ar'asom Esrik
Alias - The Bull
Age - 23
Personality - Loyal, Silent, Patient
Powers - Ma'vern's only true powers are his enhanced strength and durability. Neither are anywhere near a Daxamite's abilities, but if given the opportunity he could hold his own against one for some time.
Weaknesses - Although his strength and durability are greater than most, allowing him to take more punishment than others, if enough damage is done to him he can still be hurt or killed.
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Ar'asom was not one to let others be hurt by those that believed they could harm just because it was within their power. This caused him to develop his skills quickly as he was often in fights, defending one person or another, throughout most of his childhood. By the time he was 17, his prowess in fighting had become common knowledge, and he began to make his way in the world selling his abilities out as a bodyguard.
Two years after leaving Varva he caught his first big break and was hired by the Elders of Rann, mainly because with Adam Strange off world at the time the Elders wanted to have some protection they could count on. For nearly a month he did little else besides sit around and watch over the Elders as they performed their duties. It wasn't until the Persuader and her atomic axe cut through a door that he believed he wouldn't have anything to really do. The two quickly became locked in battle, and after some time Ar'asom was able to disarm and subdue the Persuader. Only once they battle had ended that he realized that Adam Strange had returned to Rann, and upon surveying the damage that had been down between the two did he mutter a popular Earth idiom that led to Ar'asoms' alias.
Afterwards his name quickly spread and he was hired by more and more high profile clients. At 20 he was hired by members of the United Plantes to protect Alexander Mason. To Ar'asom it was like any other job, but unlike most jobs he and Alexander became friends. Ar'asom continued to serve as a bodyguard for him over the next few years until Alexander asked him to join the Legion.
Notes - The payment from one of his first high profile clients was a meeting with the Warlords of Okaara where he was trained in all forms of martial combat and the philosophy of combat and the humanities. |
55,216 | 1,507 | 3 | 754 | 422 | Of course she'd never say it, especially with Sentinel down her back so early on but she did indeed feel a bit homesick if she could call it that. She'd only spent what, three years? as a sentient being on Earth. She didn't exactly lie though, the ship was definitely cool. The stars as blurs, confirming the fact that they were going insane speeds, oddly enough felt freeing. And hey, her parents did tell her to go out and see the world...even if they probably didn't mean it in such a literal sense. If she made the wrong choice swapping out her old teammates for these new ones and seeing so much more of the world, why did it feel this right? She went to adjust her red glasses (would she even need a secret identity in other worlds?) and that's when the first laser hit.
Clutching her metallic chair handles was the most she could do without completely bouncing out of her seat. Her neck jerked in an awkward position which caused some strain. Quickly, she looked out the window and saw the ships. Within view some men with wings. Bird men? They sort of looked like Hawkgirl. Maybe they were her people, but she was kind from what Supergirl knew of the Justice League. Why were they so violent? Supergirl took on a perturbed expression. The alarms began to blare, and Supergirl stood up.
"This isn't anything we haven't dealt with before, so don't worry. Never this many Thanagarians at once, but..."said Sentinel as they were hit a second time. This time Supergirl stumbled before hovering above ground. Raising her eyebrows at him, she still didn't have much of a feel for where everything was on the ship, so she followed Sentinel towards her suit. She had to admit, it was much nicer looking than the one she sported back with young justice. Putting it on, in a whirlwind blur, it definitely felt less restrictive, and the color scheme...it felt like the right shade of blue.
She wasn't allowed a second longer to marvel as she stumbled when the ship came to a halt. "Really doubt i'll get used to this if it's the norm..."She whispered to herself, annoyed. She could hear her teammates voices and followed it on over to...well she hadn't exactly learned their names yet. One looked like a goblin in one of those video games she used to play. Seemed like he was the navigator of this team... Another looked like a gargoyle, carrying a sword, and the last like a demon from Buffy (she loved that show!). Maybe they were the brutes? Or was she? Probably shouldn't judge books by their covers right? It was then that she realized she was being rude by just staring at them when they looked back at her questioningly (although one glare was downright menacing) and so she gave an awkward smile with her eyebrows raised. "So how do we exit this thing then?"
Way to make yourself seem as new to this as you are...She thought. She wanted to sigh right now, just anticipating how awkward this first battle with her new teammates would probably be for her. Maybe she should've just stayed with YJ... | Name - Damita Waller
Alias - Supergirl
Age - 19
Personality - Bold, Rash, at times inquisitive
Powers - TK based strength, speed, flight, and small TK fields
Weaknesses - Mental attacks, advanced tech
BRIEF Bio - Around the same time Amanda Waller decided to make another Batman, she decided that a Superman she could control would be even more beneficial in the longrun. Instead of finding donor parents, Waller and Cadmus used Waller's DNA along with Superman's to create the Girl of Tomorrow. Like with the Batman of tomorrow having parents similar to the Waynes, Amanda found parents for 16 year old "Damita" like Superman's in a pair of 40-something farmers out in an area not covered in huge buildings with flying cars everywhere. Elderly and almost crazy, Amanda watches the news to see her handy work in action having called her Damita after her murdered daughter.
Appearance -
Notes - Technically a test tube baby and only three years old, she was 'grown' to the equivalent of sixteen years old. |
55,217 | 1,507 | 4 | 1,419 | 3,728 | Collab between Lord Wraith and BlackSam
"Slicey thing is it? With my sliver of metal maybe? I don't think you really appreciate me Hob. I refuse to bail us out again, just because your flying wasn't up to the task of escaping these upstanding Thangarians!" Rane crossed his arms resoutly, turning his snout up at the circling bird-men.
Why are you doing this Rane? Don't you want to fight the feather-heads?
"Well of course I do Sword! Remember who you're talking too! Pacifism is a necessary evil here. Imagine how much this will be annoying short-snack over there."
Ahh. Excellent work Rane. I should never have doubted you.
"No. You shouldn't. The Skyfather isn't the only infallible one around here."
Outside the Thangarian's were waiting impatiently for some sign that their demands were being complied with. On their commanders orders they began to edge forwards.
<"GET OUT THERE AND SWING YOUR BLOODY SWORD!"> Hob screamed as he opened the door only for the Thanagarians to edge forward. Quickly slamming the hatch he turned back to Rane. <"Perhaps not that way."> He said as he began to climb the ladder for the roof hatch. Emerging onto the roof, Hob armed his suit as he fired nonlethal rounds towards the winged soldiers.
"<I'm going to steal ammunition from them. YOU GET YOUR TAIL OUT HERE AND SLICE!"> He screamed back down the hatch.
Rane pushed himself to his feet lightly. He strolled towards the hatch, a bounce in his stride that showed his good humour. A low chuckle began to roll out from him, a rough, insistient cough of a sound. The Thangarian's could hear it from beyond the hatch, their resolve begining to falter. There was something about that chuckle, something ancient and sinister. More like a saw going through bone than a release of joy.
And then the hatch creaked open. The chuckling got louder, but no one came out.
"Unidentified crew! Come out and surrender, and no harm shall come to you. Resist and you will be destroyed!" Barked the Thangarian commander, though the quaver to his voice robbed his words of authority. When no answer was forthcoming from the Jumper, save the crackling chuckling. The commander gestured towards the ship, calling to two of his men. "Soldiers. Investigate that vessel!" The two creapt forwards, none to happily. They made it to the hatch without incident.
It's shooooooowtime.
Rane exploded from the ship, Sword of the Skyfather naked and gleaming in the low gloom of the cruiser, his laughter deep and booming now, though no less sinister. The mysterious metal of the blade swung down, sinking into the collar of the first Thangarian, cutting through his bone like bovine fat. Blood burst from the wound, covering Rane's chest and face.
It was beautiful.
The second Thangarian was too shocked to respond, easy meat for the Sword of the Skyfather. Rane's back swing seen him short one head. An improvement to Rane's mind. Without skipping a beat he withdrew the sword and charged the rest of the squad, still laughing like a madman.
And I thought being part of the Legion would be boring.
<"THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!"> Hob shouted as he activated the thrusters on his exo-suit. Uploading the basic schematics for the Thanagarian Cruiser, Hob quickly isolated where the armory was and sped towards the location. Cutting down Thangarian soldiers with his arc laser, Hob burst into the armory. Examing the ammunition, Hob scowled as he cursed and kicked the wall. The rounds would do more damage than good if loaded into the Jumper's weapons. That meant Hob needed to do some work which was going to take time. At least the blood thirsty reptile would be happy. Surrounding a couple of the araments with an anti-grav field, Hob towed the weapons behind back to the ship.
<"KEEP THEM BUSY!"> He yelled as he climbed into the ship. Modifying the guns and getting the engines back online was likely going to take some time. | | NAME(S): |
Hob
| ALIAS(ES): |
Nicknames by team as opposed to actual aliases
Gremlin
Goblin
Hobgoblin
| AGE: |
Krolotean Equivalent of Late Teens, Early Twenties. Approximately 5 Earth years.
| PERSONALITY: |
Obsessive, Neurotic, Eccentric
| POWER(S): |
Due to the Krolotean's alien biology Hob's three pupiled eyes grant him a full 360 degree field of vision as well as microscopic and macroscopic viewing. Furthermore, he can see in a manner similar to infrared allowing him to see through walls if the heat signature on the otherside is strong enough to be viewed through the wall.
Krolotean's are very intelligent and as such possess numerous advanced technologies and are able to quickly comprehend and adapt to foreign technologies. Despite only possessing four digits, including an opposable thumb, Krolotean's are highly dexterous. Combined with their eyesight and intelligence this makes Krolotean's skilled engineers, pilots and even marksmen. Hob is no exception to this building himself a cybernetic arm as well as outfitting his body with several cybernetic augmentations in order to better interface himself with a exo-suit. This exo-suit allows Hob to fit on even ground with most aliens save for those who possess tremendous strength such as Kryptonians, Draximites, and other such beings. This exo-suit is capable of travelling through space for short periods of time, being able to withstand a vacuum. It enables flight in gravity filled environments as well as containing cloaking, holographic camouflage and several weapons including both lethal and non-lethal which Hob often modifies and swaps depending on the situation at hand.
Among Hob's augmentations are intergalactic translators implanted behind his ears and in his throat. These translators help Hob understand languages outside of Krollish, English and Interlac which translating his own spoken Krollish to a language the other speaker would understand. It should be noted that if his translated ever malfunctioned, Hob would be unable to communicate with any language outside of Krollish as his vocal chords are simply unable to make the appropriate sounds for Interlac, let alone English. Krollish is a combination of screams, shrieks and words which sound suspiciously similar to the Earth language of German. Hob's bio-mechanical arm contains a 'Swiss Army Knife' or tools however is primary tool is a welding laser which can be modified for defensive and offensive purposes.
While far from physically intimidating, Hob and other Kroloteans, are quite agile and rather quick. As such they're capable of climbing and adhering to many different surfaces including the hull and walls of most ships. This makes them ideal mechanics since they can literally crawl inside engines to do repair work and often aren't hampered in services spaces like larger lifeforms.
| WEAKNESS(ES): |
Hob's greatest weakness is his lack of size and physical prowess. Without his Exo-Suit, he hardly puts up a fight if physically confronted. While a genius, if Hob is caught unprepared he can simply be tossed aside even by a human child due to his small size. Likewise almost any weapon will do physical harm to Hob as his natural biology doesn't grant him any sort of defenses outside of eyesight and agility. While his small size does make him a harder target at times, he also goes down fairly easy.
| APPEARANCE: |
As a Krolotean, Hob is a small gremlin like creature with large 'bat-like' ears and horn like ridges emerging from the top of his head. He has two eyes, each with a black scalea and a red iris. Each iris has a gold trim around the edge and three black pupils within them. Each eye has three sets of eyelids, one which actually protects the eye when closed, one that allows Hob to use his macrovision and one that allows him to use his microvision. The outmost eyelid actually closes horizontally as opposed to both his micro and macro eyelids or the human eyelid which closes vertically. Hob has a bio-mechanical right arm that contains several different tools while his body is mechanically augmented. Hob has pale green skin. In battle he wears an Exo-Suit which connects and interfaces with his cybernetic augmentations and further enhances his strength and agility. This suit is built to survive in the vacuum of space and primarily uses a repulsor system in order for Hob to be at eye level with the majority of his teammates. Being a Krolotean, Hob is of a small stature only standing 2'-6" if he were to straighten his back, however he generally is hunched over thus making his average height closer to 2'. Although most Kroloteans do not as a general rule wear clothes, Hob wears a small backpack with a single wide leather strap over his upper body and a ragged pair of shorts on his lower torso to appease human modesty.
| BIOGRAPHY: |
A pariah among his people, Hob was born on Krolotea in Sector 2812. Like all Kroloteans, he was placed in and a pod of others his age and expected to grow, work, mate and die with his podmates. However Hob rejected this ideal, far outpacing his podmates in his studies and becoming a loner. Eventually he was considered a security risk and was arrested and sent to trial. Fortunately for Hob, this trial was interrupted by an attack on Krolotea by the hands of the Reach who were looking to aggressively expand their territories. Injured in the attack, Hob was forced to perform an amputation on his arm. Despite this, he managed to survive the attack, hiding out in the underbelly of Krolotea while he healed and built himself a prototype arm from whatever scrap he could manage to find. Locating a black market doctor, Hob was able to convince the doctor to follow Hob's plans for cybernetic augmentations which would make the use of the arm possible as well as ensure Hob could survive off world without a pod for protection. When the operation was complete, Hob stole offworld with a cargo shipment, travelling from planet to planet until he managed to win the Jumper in a rather fortunous game of chance.
Eventually finding himself hard up for money, Hob took a job with the United Planets hoping to simply just taxi a couple of 'Heroes' from planet to planet in order to make himself a few simple credits.
| NOTES: |
-The Jumper (Proposed Team Ship)
-The cockpit of the Jumper is heavily modified to accommodate Hob's size as the ship is not a Krolotean make.
-Concept Art of a Krolotean from Young Justice
-Despises the Reach due to their attack being the cause of his lost arm.
-Has an addiction to gambling.
-Despite his translator implant, his English doesn't always translate perfectly and is often broken. If he goes into a fit of rage or cursing the translator may not be able to properly vocalize his thoughts and often spit out random words. Likewise if he goes into a rant and is speaking too fast, the translator simply won't work and only native Krollish will be heard. |
55,218 | 1,507 | 5 | 1,537 | 4,326 | The ship was crashed into the enemies' much larger star-ship... In no time at all Hob had managed to raid their armory, and Rane and the Varvan called Ar'asom wrecked the wingmen like the beasts that they were. After showing Supergirl the exit, Sentinel and the team were thrown for a loop when the ship grounded on a nearby moon of a much larger gaseous planet. The air was breathable, there was a large river flowing on this side of the moon as well and there were signs it was once inhabited. Crystal like formations like huts built into the sides of small mountains like caves as well as what appeared to be plant life resembling something out of Earth's oceans. The only problem was there was another starship full of wingmen and a platoon of wingmen already at it's side with distance weaponry also touching down.
"If these birds want a fight..." Alexander began saying, "THEY GOT ONE!" he said much louder and constructing his giant form around himself.
He ripped through the top of the Thanagarian ship and began tossing debris at the wingmen approaching with the second starship. Supergirl began fighting grounded wingmen now outside of the ship with the others.
"Rane! Ar'asom! When that other starship lands take out its engines! We need to leave these birds behind if we're going to catch up to the ring before we lose the tracking signal..." Sentinel instructed not really bothered by the sheer amount of violence knowing the Thanagarians have impressive healing factors so most of them should survive.
"A red ring in our possession would end the war with Rann once and for all!" screamed an attacking wingman at Sentinel who smacked him out of the air with a hand slightly larger than the wingman while in giant mode.
Sentinel powered down his giant form after the second starship landed on the moon. To conserve his remaining energies he just used his fists and his chest beam once in awhile to keep from getting outnumbered.
"Where is Freeflow in all of this? Could he seriously be sleeping in his room right now?" the hero thought, "..could he have been left on Earth?"
~KL~ | Name - Alexander Mason
Alias - Sentinel, 'the Legendary Starheart'
Age - 23
Personality - outlaw, stubborn, reckless
Powers - energy blasts , protective aura w/heat and cold resistance, giant construct, Legion flight buckle
Weaknesses - standard human weaknesses, powers require proper eating and sleeping habits to 'recharge'
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Alex was one of the humans who ventured to the Earth settlement on the dwarf planet Ceres between Mars and Jupiter. In the year 2015 Alex left with his parents, a pair of engineers, to live on the dwarf planet and help build the settlement that would be named Westwood after mission director Richard Westwood. While Earth's nations have declared the planet out of the Green Lantern Corps' jurisdiction, an accident on Ceres had the new whale like Lantern intervene and save several dozen engineers as well as their families lives. Alex was one of these, who was stabbed through the chest with a large piece of debris. However the Lantern's energies healed the young man in a way that he could manipulate the energy later on. Over the last several years Alex has learned how to control his power, but not without going through the ringer. After his mother was killed by Durlan space pirates, Alex and a close friend formed the Legion to take down the criminals. Later on, Alex would see the good that could come from the United Planets organization and accept work for hire on several occasions.
Notes - The close friend is DrewVonAwesome's Freeflow.
~KL~ |
55,219 | 1,507 | 6 | 694 | 2,139 | This stuff from Earth called 'weed' is a hell of a drug...
Not too long after they picked up this Supergirl lady from Earth. Chasing after the red lantern ring and just happening superhero Earthlians. Freeflow took the opening to retreat into his room of the ship for a little personal time with something he picked up from his short trip to the planet. The personal time of lighting up, grabbing stashed away snacks and consuming them like a starving animal, and the resulting nap all caused Freeflow to suffer from one hell of a trip.
Stumbling, literally, out of his quarters of the ship which was covered in a thick cloud of smoke, Similan, or Freeflow to his teammates and the United Planets, coughed a bit before getting himself upright with a hand against a nearby wall. "Aw man that was some good shit... creator be praised!" Freeflow proudly proclaimed, which resulted in his letting go of the wall and holding his hands up. Before his footing betrayed him and he face planted back to the metal ground of the ship.
"Owww... maybe too good." Freeflow awkwardly dragged himself along the ground before finally finding a chair up near the back of the ship where the engines were. Getting a chair to hoist himself up onto as Hob ran past. Though Freeflow paid him absolutely no attention for the moment as he sighed, leaning back in the chair still feeling the effects.
"Oh snap I think I was tripping because I was hearing the ship acting weird, and like I think bird people were pecking at my window." Freeflow was not really telling Hob but just saying aloud. | Name – Similan Crikya
Alias - Freeflow
Age - 21
Personality – Chill, almost too friendly, spiritual
Powers – Due to his people's unique muscular structure and body frame, not to mention Freeflow's particular excelling at his people's training and fighting style. Freeflow is just about without equal in his agility, leaping ability, endurance, and durability. Similan's fighting style is a style that is hailed back countless generations with his species. To best describe it is combining Earth's break dancing, capoeira, and lucha libre wrestling. Designed to be quick, and have attacks come from all angle while maintaining rhythm and the gifts of his people's speed.
Weaknesses – Similan isn't quite as strong as most other species out there. As his body's muscles are taut and don't allow to be able to handle too much lifting. Also because of how his body works, Similan has to eat two to three times the food mass of another species. Plus while he means well, his kind of an idiot. A loveable idiot, but an idiot.
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Similan comes from the planet Iotera of sector 2815, a planet rich in its clean waters, bountiful forests, and stunning vistas. Considered by many different species as one of the most beautiful planets in the entire galaxy. It was a hot spot for vacationing aliens of all walks of life for centuries until commercial deputes led to bloody wars over the lands of the planet. Recently though the planet was finally left alone once and for all. With all the resorts and other buildings destroyed or left to rot.
Similan's people have many unique beliefs compared to countless other species. For example last names do not indicate a family so much as a tribe. They vary in size, usually around 50 or 60 to any given tribe. They're very tight knit, often spending considerable time with one another. However leaving a tribe and going to another is not only not seen as a offense, its often welcomed and considered a means of learning more and getting to know more people (or Iotas as they're commonly called). Their last name is simply changed around in a naming ceremony, and they're given a tent to live in by the tribe as a welcoming gift.
Similan is everything the culture is and wishes to be. He constantly has a smile on his face, always wanting the thrills and zen like joy that comes from riding his airboard or learning something new. A prodigy child Similan excelled in his teachings of Tobos. The fighting style his people have used for countless centuries. He deeply practices the religion of his planet, praising who they simply call 'the creator'. The being who brought sunshine and all its bounty with it to the world.
Notes - The aforementioned friend of Alexander Mason who formed the Legion alongside him. |
55,220 | 1,507 | 7 | 189 | 177 | Ar'asom stood beside Rane as Hob finished situating himself inside his exo-suit as the new girl they had picked up made her way to stand with the rest of them. What was it they kept calling her on Earth? Supergirl, that's right! He turned his head to look over at her only to be meet with her staring back at them, it was to be expected though. If he was being honest with himself he would have probably stared himself. A former Canmorian cleric with startling red tattoos covering his face and body and a sword as long as he is tall, A Krolotean with a cybernetic arm, a human who gained his powers from a Green Lantern, and himself, a bodyguard for hire with the appearance, of what he understood on Earth, to be a demon. He could only guess what was going on inside the poor girls head having been pulled from a strange life on Earth to an even stranger one in space.
"So how do we exit this thing then?" She asked with her eyebrows raised and an awkward smile that interrupted his thoughts, he then realized he had been staring back at her, the others included. She's new, and obviously afraid of messing things up. Everyone seems to go through the same feelings when trying something for the first time. Trying to help her feel not so out of place among them Ar'asom smiled at her, then quickly remembered how he must appear to her and instead spoke quickly as Hob began to open the hatch of the ship. "Just stand back and watch."
The hatch had only opened about halfway before the Thanagarians outside began to advance on the ship, forcing Hob to slam the hatch back shut again. "Perhaps not that way." Hob said as he left the hatch and made his way to the ladder leading to the roof's access hatch. I suppose that leaves us with this hatch and the approaching enemies. He could feel another smile spreading across his face at the prospect of a descent fight as Rane pushed himself to his feet and strode to the hatch. Above them he could hear the roof's hatch opening and Hob firing nonlethal rounds into crowd of Thanagarian soldiers around the ship. "I'm going to steal ammunition from them. YOU GET YOUR TAIL OUT HERE AND SLICE!"
That was all Rane needed to hear as a low chuckle began to escape him. I had hoped that the new girl wouldn't have been introduced into Insane Rane so quickly. He turned to look back over at Supergirl. "You may wanna stay inside the ship for a few minutes before following him." He said jerking his thumb towards Rane as he slowly opened the hatch, the creaking hinges and Rane's low, rough chuckle rising in volume began to cause more of a sitr among those gathered outside. "Sorry, kid, but things are gonna get kinda messy on your first day with us." Ar'asom said turning his attention back to the matter at hand.
Outside a commander ordered the Jumper's occupants to exit the ship, and with no response besides Rane's bone chilling chuckle he ordered two men to investigate. This isn't ging to end well for them. He thought as Rane burst though the hatch, the chuckle a deep, booming laugh now that sent chills through everyone not accustomed to it. The first swing of Rane's massive sword finding it's mark in the nearest Thanagarian's collar easily slicing down into his chest sending a spray of red over Rane's chest and face obscuring the tattoos covering his body. I'm not sure who I feel sorry for more. The Thanagarians, or Supergirl. He thought as he stepped in front of Supergirl to block most of the view as Rane pulled the sword free and with the back swing seperate the second Thanagarian's body and head.
"THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!" Ar'asom could hear Hob screaming from atop the ship as he began to use his thrusters on his exo-suit to fly over the Thanagarians as Rane cut through more and more of them. After a few moments the Thanagarian commanders had finally regained their senses from the sudden onslaught of Rane and were beginning to take control of the situation by having the men on the outer fringe of Rane move around to try and flank the lunatic with the sword.
"I wish I could stay in the ship with ya, but looks like I better help that maniac out." Ar'asom looked back at Supergirl, he would have to ask her what her name is later, he couldn't go about calling her Supergirl all the time. "If you do decide to step out there, watch your step." He said as he stepped through the hatch, and into a puddle of blood that had formed from the first two Thanagarians. Damn. He thought as he stepped over the puddle with his other foot leaving a single red footprint wherever he want. Wished I'd have taken my own advice.
He made it to the edge of the ring that had formed around Rane without stepping into any more of the blood and grabbed the nearest Thanagarian by his arm and began to spin, using the Thanagarian as a weapon, slamming him agaisnt several of his friends before letting him fly through the air and crash into a few more, as Hob flew back over them towards the Jumper, yelling for them to keep them busy. This is gonna turn out to be a pretty descent fight. He thought as he grabbed another of the Thanagarians as they were all thrown around from a sudden jolt as the Thanagarian's ship they had crashed into crashed onto a nearby planet that had caught it in it's gravitational pull. The crash caused the ships hull to crack apart giving a view of the moon or planet they had landed on in some places, as well as giving Sentinel plenty of room to use his powers as he formed his giant green construct around him.
"Rane! Ar'asom! When that other starship lands take out its engines! We need to leave these birds behind if we're going to catch up to the ring before we lose the tracking signal..." Sentinel instructed as the second of the Thanagarian's ships began to touchdown not far away from the crashed ship, with more Thanagarians pouring out looking to join the fight already taking place.
Another smile spread across his face as he looked out at the scene. A pretty descent fight indeed. He swung the Thanagarians he had been holding onto and threw him into the oncoming forces knocking several more to the ground as he began making his way to the new ship. | Name - Ar'asom Esrik
Alias - The Bull
Age - 23
Personality - Loyal, Silent, Patient
Powers - Ma'vern's only true powers are his enhanced strength and durability. Neither are anywhere near a Daxamite's abilities, but if given the opportunity he could hold his own against one for some time.
Weaknesses - Although his strength and durability are greater than most, allowing him to take more punishment than others, if enough damage is done to him he can still be hurt or killed.
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Ar'asom was not one to let others be hurt by those that believed they could harm just because it was within their power. This caused him to develop his skills quickly as he was often in fights, defending one person or another, throughout most of his childhood. By the time he was 17, his prowess in fighting had become common knowledge, and he began to make his way in the world selling his abilities out as a bodyguard.
Two years after leaving Varva he caught his first big break and was hired by the Elders of Rann, mainly because with Adam Strange off world at the time the Elders wanted to have some protection they could count on. For nearly a month he did little else besides sit around and watch over the Elders as they performed their duties. It wasn't until the Persuader and her atomic axe cut through a door that he believed he wouldn't have anything to really do. The two quickly became locked in battle, and after some time Ar'asom was able to disarm and subdue the Persuader. Only once they battle had ended that he realized that Adam Strange had returned to Rann, and upon surveying the damage that had been down between the two did he mutter a popular Earth idiom that led to Ar'asoms' alias.
Afterwards his name quickly spread and he was hired by more and more high profile clients. At 20 he was hired by members of the United Plantes to protect Alexander Mason. To Ar'asom it was like any other job, but unlike most jobs he and Alexander became friends. Ar'asom continued to serve as a bodyguard for him over the next few years until Alexander asked him to join the Legion.
Notes - The payment from one of his first high profile clients was a meeting with the Warlords of Okaara where he was trained in all forms of martial combat and the philosophy of combat and the humanities. |
55,221 | 1,507 | 8 | 754 | 422 | In one word, the beginning of this fight could be summed up. Startling. The tattooed, dragon-gargoyle like guy... laughed so creepily. It was as if he lived for war, actively sought it out. He sent the sword straight for a Thanagarians chest, blood spraying onto him, and right before the demon blocked her view in attempt to shield her from it, Supergirl could have sworn she saw a grin. She didn't know how to handle it. "If you do decide to step out there, watch your step." was the only thing she heard before snapping out of it. He was out the hatch, and so was she.
Hovering past the puddle of blood she saw and the footprint confirmed her nightmare. She had never killed someone back on earth or even associated with people who did. Her family taught her to control herself for the sake of others. Could she really be responsible for the death of another? And did this team condone such behav-...She wasn't able to finish her thought as she was sent flying by a thanagarian. Another quickly flew around and grabbed her by her arms. She weakly tried to ask why they were attacking them but unfortunately they couldn't be reasoned with, as she was punched once more in the face.
Getting hit in the face by the Thanagarian repeatedly was all she needed to realize she had to adopt an us or them mentality although she still wouldn't use lethal force. This wasn't her home, and this place sure didn't follow by her families rules. Each strike and blow to her face was proof of that. Feeling a rage that she'd never known swell up from her core, the Thanagarian holding her down was surprised by the might she had, and he was sent flying into the crowd of soldiers. The one punching her got a swift kick as well into the crowd. She knew here she didn't have to hold back as much as she previously did, which would work wonders for her newly realized pent up aggression.
A branch split off from the the rest and took to the sky for an aerial onslaught. Supergirl decided to bring the fight towards them flying upward with a small TK forcefield to give her just enough wiggle room to suprise attack them. Gliding through and knocking them from the sky sometimes two at a time, some fell onto the side of her teammates path.
"Damn..." she sighed at the wingmen, "..broke another nail..." | Name - Damita Waller
Alias - Supergirl
Age - 19
Personality - Bold, Rash, at times inquisitive
Powers - TK based strength, speed, flight, and small TK fields
Weaknesses - Mental attacks, advanced tech
BRIEF Bio - Around the same time Amanda Waller decided to make another Batman, she decided that a Superman she could control would be even more beneficial in the longrun. Instead of finding donor parents, Waller and Cadmus used Waller's DNA along with Superman's to create the Girl of Tomorrow. Like with the Batman of tomorrow having parents similar to the Waynes, Amanda found parents for 16 year old "Damita" like Superman's in a pair of 40-something farmers out in an area not covered in huge buildings with flying cars everywhere. Elderly and almost crazy, Amanda watches the news to see her handy work in action having called her Damita after her murdered daughter.
Appearance -
Notes - Technically a test tube baby and only three years old, she was 'grown' to the equivalent of sixteen years old. |
55,222 | 1,508 | 0 | 2,729 | 842 | Gotham City Stories Presents: The Trial of Harvey Dent
Harvey Dent, Gotham's White Knight. Once hailed as the hero Gotham needed, scarred and transformed into the villainous Two Face. For years, Big Bad Harv as plagued the city, inflicting death and destruction with an unrivalled rage. A long time friend of Bruce Wayne, the billionaire never gave up on Harvey and finally after over two years of funding his rehabilitation and facial reconstruction, Harvey is to be released from Arkham Asylum and into Bruce's care. With Bruce off aiding a welfare effort in Malaysia, Harvey's release has been delayed. A television broadcast is sent out, THE TRIAL OF HARVEY DENT. Trapped by an unknown assailant, Harvey must now put his faith in those that he once fought to destroy to save his life and hope they make it before his mask of sanity slips once more... | "Don't be fooled. I'm actually the devil in disguise" - William Cobb
- Name
William Cobb
- Alias
Talon
- Age
25 (Physically)
- Occupation
Vigilante
Security Guard at Wayne Enterprises
- Skills & Abilities
Accelerated Healing
Hand-to-Hand Combat (Advanced):
Throwing:
Weaponry:
Acrobatics:
Escapology:
- Equipment
Enhanced Talon Suit
Throwing Knives
Sword
- Personality & History
On a Knife Edge
William Cobb was born on October 10th 1901 to middle class family. Tragedy struck early on when his father died in an industrial accident when building a bridge for Cameron Kane. Unable to make ends meet, William and his mother fell into adversity. Resorting to petty theft, the young boy by chance crossed paths with a thief known as Miro Volkov. Taking pity on the little man, Miro brought him under his wing and into Haly’s Circus. His mother sadly passed a short time after, murdered by an unknown assailant. Miro taught William how to juggle and eventually this graduated to knives and the boy became the circus’s post popular knife thrower; all the while aiding Miro in his more and more spectacular heists. The two worked seeminglessly together, everything running like clockwork. They were living on a knife edge and life couldn’t have been better.
The Gray Son of Gotham
When he returned to Gotham City at the age of twenty, a large crowd applauded their hometown celebrity. One woman caught William’s eye though. Her name was Amelia. She was the daughter of one of Gotham's elite and an original child of Gotham. The two fell in love at first sight. The two began dating and they were happy together. They were two children in love. Little did they know, it was the beginning of the end, when it was revealed that while they were still dating, they were fooling around until the point marriage came up. One day when walking into her house, Amelia's father Burton Crowne asked to speak with Cobb. He told William that there are only two people in life (the rich and the poor), no room for grey. Burton had banned him from ever seeing Amelia again, but not before making her pregnant beforehand. Despondent, William told Miro whom in turn revealed a secret, he was an assassin and all the time they had been together, he had been training William to take his place. With that, Miro finally revealed his true colours. He offered the man a choice, get revenge on Burton and become the next Talon or Miro would kill Amelia and the unborn child. Taking option A – William and Miro broke into the Crowne estate and murdered Burton in his sleep. He then was ushered away in secret and began his training to become the Talon.
12 months later, William returned to Gotham and he broke back into Amelia's house. Stealing his then born son into the night. Outside of the house, he met Nathaniel, his boss at Haly’s Circus and handed him the baby, "Raise him in secret, Nathaniel...prepare him for my legacy. My son. The Gray Son of Gotham". This baby would become John Grayson's father, and his son, Dick Grayson's grandfather.
Night of Owls
Part of becoming a Talon meant giving up your mortality and becoming dependent on a substance known as Electrum. Kept in a form of stasis, a Talon is only revived when necessary. The stasis allowed William to keep is magnificent physical abilities as well as his youth even whilst the Court of Owls continue to change over the decades. Revived once again during the 21st century for a massive assault on Gotham, all the Talons were given targets to assassinate. William was given Bruce Wayne. Attacking Bruce in his home, William was not expecting the billionaire playboy to put up a fight. The two men battled for what felt like hours until finally the arrival of Bruce’s one time ward Dick Grayson turned the tides of the fight and Cobb was struck down. Imprisoned and interrogated in the Batcave, Cobb recognised Grayson’s eyes as the same as his beloved Amelia’s and put two and two together. When a large group of Talons began an assault on Wayne Manor, something stirred inside William and just as one of his brethren was about to strike Grayson down, the Talon intervened and helped Batman and Nightwing repel the attack. Rediscovering a code of honour he had long forgotten, William swore on the soul of Gotham that he would try to repent for his sins and he would do so in Amelia’s memory.
Last Owl Standing
Before his reform however, William had one last pressing bit of business. With his dependency on Electrum gone thanks to some genetic tampering by Batman, William returned to the Court and in one night, systematically slaughtered three quarters of the members there. Content that he had dealt a serious blow to the court that had corrupted him, William began training with Batman and his family, slowly coming around to their decree of “Justice. Not Vengeance”. Intent on transforming the Talon identity from one of fear to one of honour, William is now striking out on his own. The Last Owl standing.
Beware the Batman Family.
Watching all the time.
Protecting Gotham from their shadow perch.
Behind granite and lime.
They watch you at your hearth.
They watch you in your bed.
Speak not an evil word of them.
Or they’ll send the Talon for your head.
Extra:
- William is the great grandfather of Dick Grayson.
- During his time as part of the Court he has killed a member (or several) from all of Gotham's founding families.
- He always carries a pocketwatch, the first item he ever stole |
55,223 | 1,508 | 1 | 2,729 | 842 | EPISODE 1: THE TRIAL OF HARVEY DENT
21 YEARS AGO…
“Hey hun” The female voice called from the kitchen. “I was thinking, we should take a trip to Metropolis this weekend. Maybe visit Clark, I haven’t seen him in a while” Gilda had such a lovely voice, it was like birds singing for Harvey. “Sure sweetheart. We’ll head out that way as soon as I wrap up this case against Maroni” Harv straightened out is red tie and brushed the final crease from his navy blue suit. There was a reason Gotham had nicknamed him Apollo, he was gorgeous and he knew it. Picking up his father’s lucky coin, Dent slipped it into his breast pocket before walking into the kitchen. Gilda’s beautiful smile widened as her new husband entered the room, she wrapped her arms around his waist and stood on the tip of her toes to kiss the edge of his nose. “Hi” She placed her head against his solid chest, still smiling, she felt like she was always smiling. A knock at the door disturbed the peace and Gilda let out a sigh. “I’ll go”
Harvey reluctantly let go of his bride and went over to the kitchen table, picking up a pen to sign a document. "You know what I hate? These pens. They never seem to work whenever you need them to” Harv turned his head to see Gilda staring back in the doorway, her face blank. “What are you looking at you goof?” Out of the blue she drops to a heap onto their laminated floor and behind her stood Erin McKillen with a bloodied knife. “Hiya Harv” She launched the knife at Dent striking him in the chest. “That handsome face of yours got my sister in a lot of trouble Harvey, lets fix it shall we” Pulling a bottle from her bag, Erin splashed its contents all over the bloodied District Attorney. Lighting a match, she wandered around the living room, looking at the pictures of the happy Dent’s. “Hm, if only she had known Harvey. If only she had known just how two faced you really were” Turning around, Erin was greeted by the sight of Dent brandishing a pistol. Almost simultaneously, she flung her match against the drenched Harvey and he fired a bullet into her chest.
PRESENT DAY
Harvey bolted up right from his slumber, his left hand grabbing his face. It felt normal, unburned, human. He was still adjusting to his recent facial reconstruction that had been bankrolled by his former best friend Bruce Wayne. As his eyes adjusted to the light, Harv looked around the room. This wasn’t his cell. This wasn’t Arkham. What on Earth? Wait…this place seemed familiar. The stone walls, the steel bolted door. Why couldn’t he remember? Other than the horrible bed, the only other things in the room were a camera fitted to the ceiling and a TV which suddenly turned itself on almost immediately as Harvey noticed it. Sitting on the screen, a masked figure, one that had become entrenched in Gotham lore, it spoke in a deep, powerful and menacing voice.
“PEOPLE OF GOTHAM CITY. HARVEY DENT WAS ONCE THE WHITE KNIGHT OF THIS CITY. MANY OF YOU KNOW HIM AS TWO FACE AND AS THAT MONSTER HE HAS BEEN TRIED AND CONVICTED OF NUMEROUS. OVER THE NEXT TWO DAYS HOWEVER, I WILL REVEAL TO YOU THAT THE MAN, HARVEY DENT WAS ALREADY A MONSTER LONG BEFORE HIS TRANSFORMATION. THIS MESSAGE IS BEING BROADCAST ALL OVER GOTHAM. FROM TELEVISIONS, BILLBOARDS, COMPUTERS AND CELL PHONES. YOU ALL WILL BEAR WITNESS TO THE TRIAL OF HARVEY DENT AND I, THE PHANTASM WILL SERVE AS JUDGE, JURY AMD EXECTUTIONER.
HARVEY DENT, YOUR ANGEL OF DEATH AWAITS”
As the screen cuts to black, Harvey spins on his feels and looks out of the barred window that sat above his head. The sky lit up with the signal of the Bat and he knew that his oldest enemy would be his only way out this time….
/ | "Don't be fooled. I'm actually the devil in disguise" - William Cobb
- Name
William Cobb
- Alias
Talon
- Age
25 (Physically)
- Occupation
Vigilante
Security Guard at Wayne Enterprises
- Skills & Abilities
Accelerated Healing
Hand-to-Hand Combat (Advanced):
Throwing:
Weaponry:
Acrobatics:
Escapology:
- Equipment
Enhanced Talon Suit
Throwing Knives
Sword
- Personality & History
On a Knife Edge
William Cobb was born on October 10th 1901 to middle class family. Tragedy struck early on when his father died in an industrial accident when building a bridge for Cameron Kane. Unable to make ends meet, William and his mother fell into adversity. Resorting to petty theft, the young boy by chance crossed paths with a thief known as Miro Volkov. Taking pity on the little man, Miro brought him under his wing and into Haly’s Circus. His mother sadly passed a short time after, murdered by an unknown assailant. Miro taught William how to juggle and eventually this graduated to knives and the boy became the circus’s post popular knife thrower; all the while aiding Miro in his more and more spectacular heists. The two worked seeminglessly together, everything running like clockwork. They were living on a knife edge and life couldn’t have been better.
The Gray Son of Gotham
When he returned to Gotham City at the age of twenty, a large crowd applauded their hometown celebrity. One woman caught William’s eye though. Her name was Amelia. She was the daughter of one of Gotham's elite and an original child of Gotham. The two fell in love at first sight. The two began dating and they were happy together. They were two children in love. Little did they know, it was the beginning of the end, when it was revealed that while they were still dating, they were fooling around until the point marriage came up. One day when walking into her house, Amelia's father Burton Crowne asked to speak with Cobb. He told William that there are only two people in life (the rich and the poor), no room for grey. Burton had banned him from ever seeing Amelia again, but not before making her pregnant beforehand. Despondent, William told Miro whom in turn revealed a secret, he was an assassin and all the time they had been together, he had been training William to take his place. With that, Miro finally revealed his true colours. He offered the man a choice, get revenge on Burton and become the next Talon or Miro would kill Amelia and the unborn child. Taking option A – William and Miro broke into the Crowne estate and murdered Burton in his sleep. He then was ushered away in secret and began his training to become the Talon.
12 months later, William returned to Gotham and he broke back into Amelia's house. Stealing his then born son into the night. Outside of the house, he met Nathaniel, his boss at Haly’s Circus and handed him the baby, "Raise him in secret, Nathaniel...prepare him for my legacy. My son. The Gray Son of Gotham". This baby would become John Grayson's father, and his son, Dick Grayson's grandfather.
Night of Owls
Part of becoming a Talon meant giving up your mortality and becoming dependent on a substance known as Electrum. Kept in a form of stasis, a Talon is only revived when necessary. The stasis allowed William to keep is magnificent physical abilities as well as his youth even whilst the Court of Owls continue to change over the decades. Revived once again during the 21st century for a massive assault on Gotham, all the Talons were given targets to assassinate. William was given Bruce Wayne. Attacking Bruce in his home, William was not expecting the billionaire playboy to put up a fight. The two men battled for what felt like hours until finally the arrival of Bruce’s one time ward Dick Grayson turned the tides of the fight and Cobb was struck down. Imprisoned and interrogated in the Batcave, Cobb recognised Grayson’s eyes as the same as his beloved Amelia’s and put two and two together. When a large group of Talons began an assault on Wayne Manor, something stirred inside William and just as one of his brethren was about to strike Grayson down, the Talon intervened and helped Batman and Nightwing repel the attack. Rediscovering a code of honour he had long forgotten, William swore on the soul of Gotham that he would try to repent for his sins and he would do so in Amelia’s memory.
Last Owl Standing
Before his reform however, William had one last pressing bit of business. With his dependency on Electrum gone thanks to some genetic tampering by Batman, William returned to the Court and in one night, systematically slaughtered three quarters of the members there. Content that he had dealt a serious blow to the court that had corrupted him, William began training with Batman and his family, slowly coming around to their decree of “Justice. Not Vengeance”. Intent on transforming the Talon identity from one of fear to one of honour, William is now striking out on his own. The Last Owl standing.
Beware the Batman Family.
Watching all the time.
Protecting Gotham from their shadow perch.
Behind granite and lime.
They watch you at your hearth.
They watch you in your bed.
Speak not an evil word of them.
Or they’ll send the Talon for your head.
Extra:
- William is the great grandfather of Dick Grayson.
- During his time as part of the Court he has killed a member (or several) from all of Gotham's founding families.
- He always carries a pocketwatch, the first item he ever stole |
55,224 | 1,509 | 0 | 2,200 | 441 | The club was dark, having different color lights dance around the area. A large man was behind the bar surviving drinks, with barley dressed women dancing on the stages and bars nearby. A man walked up, wearing a suit as he talked to the man behind the bar, who nodded and handed the man a large bottle of alcohol. The man in a suit made a joke and the two chuckled as he walked off, going to a door that lead downstairs.
The basement was much brighter as the man in the suit entered a room, where four more guys were. There was another man, tied to a chair with duck tape on his mouth. One man punched the guy a few times as the others took a swig of the drink.
"Well boy, you better hope John shows up with that amulet." He said, hitting the man in the gut. "Gotta say Justin, you're not nearly as much as as when you are on fire." He laughed with the others. Justin didn't say anything, as he had a little secret. The duck tape was starting to come loose.
John Constantine walked into the bar, looking around. "Leave it to the punk to get captured in a place like this. What happened to the good ole days when these things happened at a warehouse?" He asked and walked over to the bar, talking to the large man. The man nodded and went to make a phone call. | Name: Justin Hunter
Codename: Dark Passenger
Age: 23
Gender: M
Powers/Abilities:
* Demonic Transformation: Justin has the ability to turn into "the other guy" by saying a magic phrase. Without saying the phrase, he cannot change, and won't have access to his other powers.
* Prehensile Tentacles: Justin's demon form has green tentacles that he can use to grab/hold things.
* Superhuman Strength: While changed, Justin is able to lift 5 tons with little to no issues.
* Superhuman Stamina/Durability: Justin takes much longer to feel fatigue, and cannot be harmed by normal human weapons/attacks.
* Regenerative Healing Factor: As stated above, Justin cannot be harmed by normal human attacks. If shot by a pistol, the bullet hole will regenerate, and same with being stabbed. However, spells, enchanted items, and powerful beings can harm him.
* Sin Perception: Justin is able to see the sins of people, and he judges people on it.
* Hellfire Manipulation: Justin has the ability to summon and manipulate hellfire.
* Mystical Weapon/Vehicle: Using his hellfire, Justin can change a weapon he is using, or a vehicle he is driving into a mystical version of itself.
* Enhanced Size: Using hellfire, Justin can increase his size. This will increase his strength, but since this takes a lot of focus and energy, he cannot use his other abilities while doing this.
* Blood Magic: Because of the ritual used to create him, Justin has spent a great deal of time learning blood magic. He is very capable of casting blood related spells, but only by using his on blood. He is still trying to learn to control other people's blood.
* Occult Knowledge/Spellcasting: Justin was trained by Constantine in the use of basic spell casting, and has high amounts of occult knowledge. Unlike his other abilities, Justin can cast his simple spells while human, and has learned that his spells become much more powerful when changed. Because of this, he is always on the lookout for new spells.
Small Bio: Justin grew up in a small town, and worked as a simple mechanic. One day, Justin went to the big city, for a night of fun. He spent the night drinking, and met two lovely girls, who gave him a good night. But when he awoke, he found himself in a chamber, chained to a table, to be sacrificed to Trigon. As the cult started, Raven and Constantine stopped them, slightly to late. The cult escaped, leaving the heroes to deal with the young man turning into a demon.
They clearly succeed, and Justin turned in the newest Dark Passenger. Moving into the "House of Mystery", the future base for Titans Dark, Justin spent a year learning to control his powers enough to live with normal people again. He went out on his own, a simple mission in mind. Hunt down the cult members who did this to him, and make them pay. |
55,225 | 1,509 | 1 | 1,261 | 789 | Hecate wasn't sure why she was here, given that the Hellblazer himself was there. Of course, just because John Constantine was there didn't mean that they were out of the woods yet. Of course, she wasn't sure if he knew that he had back up or not. She had hidden herself in the back corner, waiting for a sign that she could swoop in to help.
It had been odd, getting a call from her previous mentor and being told that she had to get her butt to this lame ass bar and help out. Apparently the Dark Passenger had gotten himself caught, or in some sort of trouble. Sometimes interpreting the future was complicated, and if anyone knew that more than Madam X, Hecate would love to meet them. She fiddled over her necklace, over and over, hoping that she wouldn't have to jump in. Gods knew that while she was itching for a fight, not everyone at the bar was invovled in this.
She finished the last swig of her drink and got up and settled in at the bar, sitting next to John Constantine and looked up at him. "Looking for a good time?" | Name: Cassandra 'Cassie' LeQuardant
Codename: Hecate
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Powers/Abilities:
*Fortune Telling: Having been a former Protege of Madam Xanadu, Hecate can tell the future using Tarot Cards. She isn't the best at telling the future, as is usually vague, but can be highly spot on.
*Occult Knowledge: Having been taught by Madam X, and also with her own studies, she has quite the knowledge of the occult.
*Magic: Broad, but Hecate has several areas of expertise in Magic. Her areas are levitation, fire, earth, summoning. She casts magic useing her own power, runes and objects she stores her excess power in. Objects like her necklace.
*Summoning Magic: Is able to summon objects that she has either stored in a chest with a rune on it, or has the rune branded on it. The Rune is The Rune for Odin.
*Fae Sight: Having been touched by one of the Elder Folk, she can see through glamours and charms to see what an object or person is suppose to look like, even when hidden.
Small Bio: Cassie grew up in New York, always bothered by the feeling that something was off in the world. One day she stumbled by a shop with the words in the window: "Enter Freely and Be Unafraid." The girl wandered in and looked around, not sure why she was drawn to the shop. There, she met Madam Xanadu, who sensed the girl could be more than she was.
She introduced Cassie to fortune telling and the world that normal mortals did not have the chance to enter. With time, and a lot of learning, Cassie soon tapped into the magic within herself, and soon went to seek guidance elsewhere. She has bounced around and has learned a lot before finding herself at "The House of Mysteries," mostly by accident. |
55,226 | 1,509 | 2 | 175 | 3,684 | Having fun at a bar was a bit of a different take then having fun at an amusement park, but considering most places were closed this late at night, Light didn't have much of a choice. Though after scaring those food vendors during the day with her cute mosnterous outward appearance, She decided to wear a large trenchcoat and hat with sunglasses. Suspicious yes, but at least she wasn't attracting attention from those weird mascott people.
Sitting down at the bar, Light put on the fakest male voice she could, making sure to keep her hat tipped down so the bartender couldn't see her face or teeth. "A shot of your strongest stuff please." she said. If she was going to have fun, might as well get drunk first. Not like her outfit would fall off anyway, a little bit of glue saw to that. | Name: Light
Codename: "Just Light works. Unless someone comes up with a nickname I REALLY like."
Age:
"When asked I either say 24, or just say old. You lose track of time in the Void."
Gender: Female
Appearance: Light is a 5"6 tall pure white humanoid figure with a thin pear shaped frame. She has an overly large spherical head with short blue hair, no visible nose, very large black and yellow eyes, fin-looking ears, serrated beartrap like teeth, and an incredibly thin neck. She wears a blue tanktop with skinny biceps leading to larger forarms which flow into her nearly cartoonishly big hands which have long claw-like fingers attached to them. She has wide hips, which look even bigger due to the thin white dress like thing she has which covers her back down to her lower knees and covers her front down to her kneecaps, with the front having an M cut taken out of it. Her legs look normal, short of her having no feet, instead having her lower leg come to a sharp point where her foot would be.
Costume: "Costume? Why would I need one? Spandex doesn't work with my regeneration. Worse comes to worse I'll just wear a big trench-coat in public."
Powers/Abilities:
Void Bound: Being bound to the Void means that Light is considered 'empty' when visiting a world of reality. This makes her immune to reality warping attacks on a small scale or ones that directly harm her and makes general power dampening do nothing. She is also greatly resistant to time based attacks, and if attacked by someone on a different timeline, Light will attune herself to that timeline until the effect ends or her or the target is dead. She also has no soul, as that resides in the Void, and is immune to soul magic as a result. She is also ignored by enchantments that affect only certain groups, even if they would be beneficial to her, unless they're directed specifically at her. This means she can pick up enchanted objects that need a chosen one without being said chosen one, but gains no benefits from picking them up, and stuff like that. Though since she is considered 'empty', this also makes her very very unlucky as reality tends to dislike those that 'don't exist'.
Void Energy: Since Light is bound to the Void, her energy is replaced by Void energy. Void energy leaves a signel of 'emptiness' making scanning for her a bit different but still quite easy. Additionally if anything attempts to absorb Light's energy, they will instead lose their own energy at the absorption rate and be affected by Reality Siphon. This also gives her a small amount of magic resistance. Void beings are immune to the effects of Void energy.
Reality Siphon: Since Light is from the Void, she steals the reality of the physical world. Light gives off a 'creepy' feeling when touched as she steals away the reality of the object or person shes touching. When an object has lost some reality, it is unable to gain energy from other sources but itself until its reality is restored. When Light isn't touching something, it regains its reality back over a short period, which is faster for living objects. If an object loses all of its reality, it fades into the Void. Beings who can reality warp themselves have a massive resistance to this ability, as do massive or cosmic entities. Void beings are completely immune. This power can't be turned off and Light has no control over its intensity.
Regeneration: If an attack doesn't atomize Light (Or demolish her while she is affected by Silver), Light will fully regenerate from it after a short while. It doesn't matter what the injury was, even nasty ones such as having her mind shattered aren't permanent, if it hurts her and she lives through it, she will eventually 'hop back' in time to the point where she was most healthy, this happens all at once so sometimes it looks like Light just 'pops' back to a normal state. The only way to stop her from doing this is to wipe her out entirely, or bind her with Silver or attacks that do not do damage. This regeneration doesn't change her place inside space, so she'll still be in the same spot unless she was blown to bits, in which case she will regenerate from her head, or if that is unavailable, from the biggest piece of herself. She can still manipulate severed limbs for a short time after losing them unless they are severed using Iron or Silver. She doesn't age, nor does she bleed.
Demonic Strength: Light has enhanced strength that is tied to her emotions or determination. While she can lift quite a bit when in a neutral or happy state, she is weaker than a normal human when sad or bound by an object of reality. Since Light rarely gets angry, its unknown how strong she can become. Light also has greatly increased stamina and stamina recovery, meaning she takes awhile to get tired. Light's powers are weakened when attacking or being affected by something made of Iron or Silver, with Silver having a much greater effect.
Demonic Resilience: Upon taking damage from an attack, Light starts to gain resistances to whatever hurt her, and with enough damage, can become immune to attacks of that type. Physical blows take quite a while to gain resistances for, and Light can't gain a resistance to any attacks made using Silver or Iron, nor drug based attacks. If Light isn't forced to regenerate from a certain attack type after awhile, she will lose all resistances she built up against that damage type. Light's body will subtly morph to show what she is resistant to. Light can't become immune to attacks that do no damage, even if she is immune to that damage type.
Light adapts quickly to surrounding terrain if its harmful to her, and will keep these adaptations until she leaves that terrain for a time.
Pocket Space: Light can store objects inside a space inside her dress she calls 'pocket space'. Only inanimate objects can be stored here, and she can only store things that add up to thrice her size in total.
Void Slip: Light can punch small personal wormholes and use them to teleport to any place in her sights or an extremely familiar place such as a base, an exit hole appearing at the spot she wants to teleport to. Should this exit hole not be placed on a solid object, Light will have a notable delay before she comes out of it. Only Light and objects stored in her pocket space can travel through these holes. These holes stay open for only a brief time.
Natural Weapons: Light's fingers are tipped with sharp claws that let her slash things. She likewise has sharp teeth much like a shark or piranha and feet that come to very sharp points she can use as weapons. She can't use her claws to cut things very easily though if she can't get a good windup as they aren't serrated.
-Light takes extra damage from attacks based in reality, and due to this most attacks tend to send her flying, squash her as flat as a pancake, turn her to ash, and the like. She can also be knocked out fairly easily if she is hit with an attack she is not aware of, like if someone sneaks up on her and hits her in the back of the head or something.
-Light is incredibly unlucky and usually if something bad can happen, it will. Especially if it leads to slapstick.
-Light has an exceptionally difficult time escaping nets, ropes, being bound in general, and especially Duct Tape. While she can eventually work her way free of some of these, they take a crippling long amount of time for her to escape on her own. These things also negate her super strength.
-Light is very weak to drug based attacks and weapons and is very easy to knockout with something like knockout gas. Though at least this means she can get drunk easily if she wants to.
-Technology doesn't tend to work for Light for very long due to her Reality siphon stopping it from gaining power depending on the technology.
-Light can't use a vast majority of her powers if she is sad or depressed and regenerates much slower when in such a state.
-Light reacts very negatively to Silver and Iron. While she can't build a resistance to attacks made using Iron and loses some of her strength and stamina if being touched by it, Silver does that at a much greater effect, burns her, and stops her from regenerating as well.
-Light tends to not take things seriously, and doesn't care about most situations in general and is more concerned with having fun and making friends. Though this also means she stumbles into traps quite often and is careless in battle unless something is actually threatening.
-Unless she hates you, Light doesn't attack people unprovoked, and tends to be pretty pacifist unless she is forced to fight for one reason or another. Even then unless she feels she or one of her friends are threatened, she tends to take attacks for her friends or hug/annoy her enemies into submission. Though if shes fighting alone or told to be a distraction, she is a bit more aggressive and will fight to subdue. Just don't make her hate you. You really don't wanna have a bad time.
Small Bio: "Well, it was clear when a cult tried to summon something from the abyss, they didn't know what they were doing. The abyss and Void are totally different things! But it did give me an excuse to see one of the physical worlds once she got summoned. And those cultists really were off put when they expected some tentacled monster, and instead got an eerily cute fishy demon thing instead. Even more so when I ignored them and followed my nose, only needing to pummel them into submission when they started to get violent. It wasn't my fault the hot dog truck outside their apartment smelt delicious..." |
55,227 | 1,509 | 3 | 2,049 | 6,923 | A horde of writhing bodies powered on-warded by a combination of uncontrollable lust, heart breaking depression, and music as primal as those who danced to it. To top this off this seething pot of overwhelming urges was drowned in a seemingly never ending sea of booze. "Ahh bars never change." These words played through the figurative head of the astral being that floated unseen above the dancing crowd. The invisible specter that observed the crowd was no other than Johnny Doe, or Haunt depending on the company one kept. If one was able to get over the slight shock that a disembodied soul was indeed a real thing they may then ask the question why it would be interested in a shady nightclub such as this. Being dead as long as Johnny has tends to leave a certain longing for the usual sensations that life has to offer and from his decades upon decades of unlife Johnny has found that the best way to come close to these old sensations was through observation, tonight's sensation of choice just so happened to be the dark gratification that one could get from a less than reputable establishment such as this.
Well that was only part of the reason that Johnny was currently haunting this fine establishment, work was part of it like it usually was when it came to Johnny. Johnny had been working a case for the past few days, a young girl was found dead and her body was mutilated. The cops wrote it off as an animal attack but those with the right know how would recognize that the manor of death for this unfortunate victim was in fact a sacrificial ritual. Through some superior spiritual sleuthing Johnny was able to find a lead that brought him here, it seemed that in someway shape or form that this bar housed a killer or killers that were trying to tape into some dark magic. | "Hell of a feeling being dead... pun not intended."
Name
"Call me Johnny, Johnny Doe."
Codename
"Haunt, ironic I know."
Age
"Can't tell you to be completely honest, but my astral backside has been spooking folks for a little over seventy years now."
Gender
"I'm all man er rather what remains of a man."
Appearance
Johnny isn't that bad looking of a guy, well if you can get over the him being a ghost part that is. His skin is a off putting dark grey color with a slight blue tint to it due to the aura that emanates from him. He has raven black hair that much like his skin holds a bit of a blue coloration, his hair is normally messily slicked back in style. His eyes are completely and utterly white and give off a slight glow. He has a skull that seems to be painted on his face. As stated before Johnny gives off a type of aura that manifests itself as what looks like a blue colored mist that flows off of Johnny.
Costume
Johnny doesn't really have a need for the whole secret identity thing being dead and all, so he doesn't really have a costume. The clothes, if they can even be called that, that Johnny wears consists of a long sleeved button up shirt and tie under a vest and trench coat paired with a pair of slacks and loafers.
Powers/Abilities
Flight
Like all disembodied souls Johnny is not bound to the ground or the rules of gravity and can fly and float as he sees fit.
Invisibility
Johnny can completely disappear from the view of the naked eye, concealing his presence entirely.
Intangibility
Johnny doesn't have to worry about physical obstacles such as doors or walls seeing as he can pass right through them.
Possession
Johnny is able to overshadow and take control of the mind and body of the living, or even inanimate objects, though smarter or stronger willed individuals are a bit more challenging for him to control. He can apply this in more subtle ways by merely hoping into a person's body and leaving them in control and going along for the ride, though he can give them subtle thoughts that they will assume are there own or make them experience things that aren't really happening. While in this state Johnny experiences everything the person he is hiding in does, from what they see to what they think.
Apparition
Johnny is able to alter his spiritual projection to resemble anything from other people to things a bit more... monstrous.
Death Echo
Johnny is able to sense death near by, get faint visions of how the death occurred, and if their soul has yet to cross over to the other side even speak with the spirits of the recently deceased.
Specter Leap
Johnny can teleport short distances around himself, blinking around rather quickly in a fog.
Ghostly Presence
All the Traditional "poltergeist" shenanigans such as electronics going haywire, the temperature dropping below freezing, and tossing people and things around the room with a glance.
Spiritual Split
Unlike physical beings Johnny isn't restricted to only being in one place at single given time, he is able to split his consciousness into multiple parts effectively making duplicates of himself.
Wraith Wrath
Johnny can tap into the supernatural essence that make up his spiritual being and expel it in many forms of eerie blue energy. He has been seen releasing it in rapid fire blasts, concentrated explosive like bombs, whole waves, spinning disks, and many more. He can also construct protective constructs with it, creating reflective shields or even whole domes to protect others around him.
Banshee Screech
Probably one of his most powerful powers Johnny is able to unleash a supernatural wail that decimates both the minds and bodies of those around him, blowing away whole hordes of people and things.
Small Bio
"They say that you're suppose to see a bright light when it all comes to a end. That you get that last minute replay of your life then you move on to that bigger and better place in the sky... or you head in the other direction. Well I guess there is a third option because here I am and there is no salvation of sulfur in sight. Unlike a lot of your other deadbeats floating around on the astral plain I'm not moaning about some unfinished business that I have, namely because I don't remember if I even have any. Yeah, best thing about this whole situation is that I have no idea who I was before I started pushing up daisies. I could keep boring you with my ghost stories, but I'll cut to the chase. I've been dead for about seventy years now, wandering the world and for a lack of a better way of saying it trying to find myself. I have also tried my best to help out people here and there, just because I don't have a life doesn't mean I can't make other people's better." |
55,228 | 1,509 | 4 | 2,200 | 441 | John looked over at Hecate and chuckled. "Oh love, that depends on how much you are charging." He said, as a man in a suit walked up to the bar.
"Let's go." The man said. John got up, taking Hecate's arm as he did, and whispered something into her ear. The man was going to say something, but he was on a time limit and didn't want to piss the boss off.
He lead the two towards the basement, and once they entered, took the amulet from John. "Hey boy. How you holding up?" John asked Justin, who shrugged and chuckled. "Well on the bright side, I brought you something nice to look at while I talk to the dick heads." He tilted his head towards Hecate. Justin said something that sounded like a "hello" behind the duck tape.
"So, about you lots little demon sacrifice crap." John said as he looked at the men, who appeared to be doing something to the amulet. They were chanting something as one held the amulet, in what sounded like latin. At the end of it, they all stood there, waiting for something to happen.
"Why is this not working!" One man yelled, as the other three skin started to melt off, reveling their dog like demon forms.
"I agreed to bring the amulet, just not the magic." John said as the last man started to change as well.
"I'm going to rip your damn throat out!" The demon yelled.
"Yeah, just one thing, maybe you should have focused on the pretty lady instead of the cheap necklace." Constantine smiled as the demon turned, looking at her, and the duck tape in her hands.
"Tic tic toc, its only a matter of time. And when that stranger arrives," his eyes glowed, and he burst into green flames, "he's my Dark Passenger!" Dark Passenger said as he burts outta the chair.
"Well, looks the the playing field got a little more even." John said, then looked at Hecate. "We should probably start running." He said, then took off for the stairs. One of the demons jumped at them, but Dark Passenger grabbed his ankle and slammed him into the ground.
The bar tender turned into a large boat like demon after hearing the yelling from downstairs. When John ran into the room, he looked at the boar and then Hecate. "Welp, not a bad date huh?" He joked, and threw a fireball at the beast, while the customers were fleeing from the bar. | Name: Justin Hunter
Codename: Dark Passenger
Age: 23
Gender: M
Powers/Abilities:
* Demonic Transformation: Justin has the ability to turn into "the other guy" by saying a magic phrase. Without saying the phrase, he cannot change, and won't have access to his other powers.
* Prehensile Tentacles: Justin's demon form has green tentacles that he can use to grab/hold things.
* Superhuman Strength: While changed, Justin is able to lift 5 tons with little to no issues.
* Superhuman Stamina/Durability: Justin takes much longer to feel fatigue, and cannot be harmed by normal human weapons/attacks.
* Regenerative Healing Factor: As stated above, Justin cannot be harmed by normal human attacks. If shot by a pistol, the bullet hole will regenerate, and same with being stabbed. However, spells, enchanted items, and powerful beings can harm him.
* Sin Perception: Justin is able to see the sins of people, and he judges people on it.
* Hellfire Manipulation: Justin has the ability to summon and manipulate hellfire.
* Mystical Weapon/Vehicle: Using his hellfire, Justin can change a weapon he is using, or a vehicle he is driving into a mystical version of itself.
* Enhanced Size: Using hellfire, Justin can increase his size. This will increase his strength, but since this takes a lot of focus and energy, he cannot use his other abilities while doing this.
* Blood Magic: Because of the ritual used to create him, Justin has spent a great deal of time learning blood magic. He is very capable of casting blood related spells, but only by using his on blood. He is still trying to learn to control other people's blood.
* Occult Knowledge/Spellcasting: Justin was trained by Constantine in the use of basic spell casting, and has high amounts of occult knowledge. Unlike his other abilities, Justin can cast his simple spells while human, and has learned that his spells become much more powerful when changed. Because of this, he is always on the lookout for new spells.
Small Bio: Justin grew up in a small town, and worked as a simple mechanic. One day, Justin went to the big city, for a night of fun. He spent the night drinking, and met two lovely girls, who gave him a good night. But when he awoke, he found himself in a chamber, chained to a table, to be sacrificed to Trigon. As the cult started, Raven and Constantine stopped them, slightly to late. The cult escaped, leaving the heroes to deal with the young man turning into a demon.
They clearly succeed, and Justin turned in the newest Dark Passenger. Moving into the "House of Mystery", the future base for Titans Dark, Justin spent a year learning to control his powers enough to live with normal people again. He went out on his own, a simple mission in mind. Hunt down the cult members who did this to him, and make them pay. |
55,229 | 1,509 | 5 | 1,261 | 789 | Hecate looked him over and smirked. "Mmm depends on what you've got to give," she teased, playing along for the moment. A man walked over and she raised her eyebrows a bit and leaned in closer to John, knowing not to give herself away.
John grasped Hecate's arm and she heard him whisper in her ear. "If he's got anything on his bloody mouth, get it off." She nodded, as she knew that unless the Dark Passenger could talk, there was no way in any of the realms he could access his powers. She followed them down to the basement and sighed as she saw Justin tied up and his mouth covered with duct tape. It was an interesting look for sure, and she had to keep herself from smirking in that moment.
"Hi! I'm Something Nice to Look at, pleased to meetcha!" She shuddered inward as she took on a fake bubbly tone, noticing that these people were not paying any mind to her at all. She walked over to Justin as she noticed them all fawn over John and whatever he had brought the two of them and leaned in to whisper to Justin's ear. "That's an interesting look for you. Though, I think you prefer being able to talk." She gently ran her fingers over the tape and frowned.
"Sorry, this is gonna hurt no matter what." She ripped the tape off as painlessly as she could, but there was no promise of it not hurting. She balled the tape in her hand and then turned to look at the demons as Constantine motioned to her. "Hiya!" She waved, tape in her hand, and stepped back and away as Justin transformed.
"Running, running sounds good." Hecate nodded as she went to follow John out of the basement and then paused as more demons appeared. "Well, not a bad date, but let's make this more even."
"I summon the power of HECATE!" With a flash, Hecate was in her full costume, and there was a sword in her hand. She cracked her neck a bit as she looked around the room and charged after the boar like demon that was now menacing the bar patrons. "Hey ugly, come fight me!" | Name: Cassandra 'Cassie' LeQuardant
Codename: Hecate
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Powers/Abilities:
*Fortune Telling: Having been a former Protege of Madam Xanadu, Hecate can tell the future using Tarot Cards. She isn't the best at telling the future, as is usually vague, but can be highly spot on.
*Occult Knowledge: Having been taught by Madam X, and also with her own studies, she has quite the knowledge of the occult.
*Magic: Broad, but Hecate has several areas of expertise in Magic. Her areas are levitation, fire, earth, summoning. She casts magic useing her own power, runes and objects she stores her excess power in. Objects like her necklace.
*Summoning Magic: Is able to summon objects that she has either stored in a chest with a rune on it, or has the rune branded on it. The Rune is The Rune for Odin.
*Fae Sight: Having been touched by one of the Elder Folk, she can see through glamours and charms to see what an object or person is suppose to look like, even when hidden.
Small Bio: Cassie grew up in New York, always bothered by the feeling that something was off in the world. One day she stumbled by a shop with the words in the window: "Enter Freely and Be Unafraid." The girl wandered in and looked around, not sure why she was drawn to the shop. There, she met Madam Xanadu, who sensed the girl could be more than she was.
She introduced Cassie to fortune telling and the world that normal mortals did not have the chance to enter. With time, and a lot of learning, Cassie soon tapped into the magic within herself, and soon went to seek guidance elsewhere. She has bounced around and has learned a lot before finding herself at "The House of Mysteries," mostly by accident. |
55,230 | 1,509 | 6 | 175 | 3,684 | While waiting for her drink, Light took a look over the bar. There were people all around the bar, doing various bar activities like sitting at tables or playing pool. Mostly in pairs, one pair being escorted to a back room by a man in a suit. Just when she was getting bored, her drink arriving, there was a commotion and a blur of movement as that pair from earlier burst out of the backroom they had entered, chased by... dog demons? Worse still, the bartender spelt her drink when he turned into a boar demon! Of course the normal people decided to scream and run out of the building at such a sight.
Before Light could moarn the loss of her drink and get revenge on the bartender for his... aggressive stance and pure lack of consideration for his patrons, he was hit in the face by a fireball! Light turned her head to glance at where the fireball came from, and saw a lady with a costume and sword charging at the bartender. "Man, its just not his day, huh?" Light said to herself as she backed away. She really wasn't much in a mood for fighting unless these demons gave her a reason to do so. putting her hand inside her trenchcoat and rummaging under her dress, she pulled out a bucket of popcorn. Finding a seat, she decided to watch the fight unfold. At least she didn't need to keep herself too well hidden with most of the other bar patrons having left the area. | Name: Light
Codename: "Just Light works. Unless someone comes up with a nickname I REALLY like."
Age:
"When asked I either say 24, or just say old. You lose track of time in the Void."
Gender: Female
Appearance: Light is a 5"6 tall pure white humanoid figure with a thin pear shaped frame. She has an overly large spherical head with short blue hair, no visible nose, very large black and yellow eyes, fin-looking ears, serrated beartrap like teeth, and an incredibly thin neck. She wears a blue tanktop with skinny biceps leading to larger forarms which flow into her nearly cartoonishly big hands which have long claw-like fingers attached to them. She has wide hips, which look even bigger due to the thin white dress like thing she has which covers her back down to her lower knees and covers her front down to her kneecaps, with the front having an M cut taken out of it. Her legs look normal, short of her having no feet, instead having her lower leg come to a sharp point where her foot would be.
Costume: "Costume? Why would I need one? Spandex doesn't work with my regeneration. Worse comes to worse I'll just wear a big trench-coat in public."
Powers/Abilities:
Void Bound: Being bound to the Void means that Light is considered 'empty' when visiting a world of reality. This makes her immune to reality warping attacks on a small scale or ones that directly harm her and makes general power dampening do nothing. She is also greatly resistant to time based attacks, and if attacked by someone on a different timeline, Light will attune herself to that timeline until the effect ends or her or the target is dead. She also has no soul, as that resides in the Void, and is immune to soul magic as a result. She is also ignored by enchantments that affect only certain groups, even if they would be beneficial to her, unless they're directed specifically at her. This means she can pick up enchanted objects that need a chosen one without being said chosen one, but gains no benefits from picking them up, and stuff like that. Though since she is considered 'empty', this also makes her very very unlucky as reality tends to dislike those that 'don't exist'.
Void Energy: Since Light is bound to the Void, her energy is replaced by Void energy. Void energy leaves a signel of 'emptiness' making scanning for her a bit different but still quite easy. Additionally if anything attempts to absorb Light's energy, they will instead lose their own energy at the absorption rate and be affected by Reality Siphon. This also gives her a small amount of magic resistance. Void beings are immune to the effects of Void energy.
Reality Siphon: Since Light is from the Void, she steals the reality of the physical world. Light gives off a 'creepy' feeling when touched as she steals away the reality of the object or person shes touching. When an object has lost some reality, it is unable to gain energy from other sources but itself until its reality is restored. When Light isn't touching something, it regains its reality back over a short period, which is faster for living objects. If an object loses all of its reality, it fades into the Void. Beings who can reality warp themselves have a massive resistance to this ability, as do massive or cosmic entities. Void beings are completely immune. This power can't be turned off and Light has no control over its intensity.
Regeneration: If an attack doesn't atomize Light (Or demolish her while she is affected by Silver), Light will fully regenerate from it after a short while. It doesn't matter what the injury was, even nasty ones such as having her mind shattered aren't permanent, if it hurts her and she lives through it, she will eventually 'hop back' in time to the point where she was most healthy, this happens all at once so sometimes it looks like Light just 'pops' back to a normal state. The only way to stop her from doing this is to wipe her out entirely, or bind her with Silver or attacks that do not do damage. This regeneration doesn't change her place inside space, so she'll still be in the same spot unless she was blown to bits, in which case she will regenerate from her head, or if that is unavailable, from the biggest piece of herself. She can still manipulate severed limbs for a short time after losing them unless they are severed using Iron or Silver. She doesn't age, nor does she bleed.
Demonic Strength: Light has enhanced strength that is tied to her emotions or determination. While she can lift quite a bit when in a neutral or happy state, she is weaker than a normal human when sad or bound by an object of reality. Since Light rarely gets angry, its unknown how strong she can become. Light also has greatly increased stamina and stamina recovery, meaning she takes awhile to get tired. Light's powers are weakened when attacking or being affected by something made of Iron or Silver, with Silver having a much greater effect.
Demonic Resilience: Upon taking damage from an attack, Light starts to gain resistances to whatever hurt her, and with enough damage, can become immune to attacks of that type. Physical blows take quite a while to gain resistances for, and Light can't gain a resistance to any attacks made using Silver or Iron, nor drug based attacks. If Light isn't forced to regenerate from a certain attack type after awhile, she will lose all resistances she built up against that damage type. Light's body will subtly morph to show what she is resistant to. Light can't become immune to attacks that do no damage, even if she is immune to that damage type.
Light adapts quickly to surrounding terrain if its harmful to her, and will keep these adaptations until she leaves that terrain for a time.
Pocket Space: Light can store objects inside a space inside her dress she calls 'pocket space'. Only inanimate objects can be stored here, and she can only store things that add up to thrice her size in total.
Void Slip: Light can punch small personal wormholes and use them to teleport to any place in her sights or an extremely familiar place such as a base, an exit hole appearing at the spot she wants to teleport to. Should this exit hole not be placed on a solid object, Light will have a notable delay before she comes out of it. Only Light and objects stored in her pocket space can travel through these holes. These holes stay open for only a brief time.
Natural Weapons: Light's fingers are tipped with sharp claws that let her slash things. She likewise has sharp teeth much like a shark or piranha and feet that come to very sharp points she can use as weapons. She can't use her claws to cut things very easily though if she can't get a good windup as they aren't serrated.
-Light takes extra damage from attacks based in reality, and due to this most attacks tend to send her flying, squash her as flat as a pancake, turn her to ash, and the like. She can also be knocked out fairly easily if she is hit with an attack she is not aware of, like if someone sneaks up on her and hits her in the back of the head or something.
-Light is incredibly unlucky and usually if something bad can happen, it will. Especially if it leads to slapstick.
-Light has an exceptionally difficult time escaping nets, ropes, being bound in general, and especially Duct Tape. While she can eventually work her way free of some of these, they take a crippling long amount of time for her to escape on her own. These things also negate her super strength.
-Light is very weak to drug based attacks and weapons and is very easy to knockout with something like knockout gas. Though at least this means she can get drunk easily if she wants to.
-Technology doesn't tend to work for Light for very long due to her Reality siphon stopping it from gaining power depending on the technology.
-Light can't use a vast majority of her powers if she is sad or depressed and regenerates much slower when in such a state.
-Light reacts very negatively to Silver and Iron. While she can't build a resistance to attacks made using Iron and loses some of her strength and stamina if being touched by it, Silver does that at a much greater effect, burns her, and stops her from regenerating as well.
-Light tends to not take things seriously, and doesn't care about most situations in general and is more concerned with having fun and making friends. Though this also means she stumbles into traps quite often and is careless in battle unless something is actually threatening.
-Unless she hates you, Light doesn't attack people unprovoked, and tends to be pretty pacifist unless she is forced to fight for one reason or another. Even then unless she feels she or one of her friends are threatened, she tends to take attacks for her friends or hug/annoy her enemies into submission. Though if shes fighting alone or told to be a distraction, she is a bit more aggressive and will fight to subdue. Just don't make her hate you. You really don't wanna have a bad time.
Small Bio: "Well, it was clear when a cult tried to summon something from the abyss, they didn't know what they were doing. The abyss and Void are totally different things! But it did give me an excuse to see one of the physical worlds once she got summoned. And those cultists really were off put when they expected some tentacled monster, and instead got an eerily cute fishy demon thing instead. Even more so when I ignored them and followed my nose, only needing to pummel them into submission when they started to get violent. It wasn't my fault the hot dog truck outside their apartment smelt delicious..." |
55,231 | 1,509 | 7 | 2,049 | 6,923 | Johnny had to hand it to them, whoever this group of people were they really knew how to stir things up in a hot second. One moment Johnny had been scanning over the crowd the next hell broke loose, quite literally it seemed. The man that was once serving the oh so lovely booze of the evening seemed to show his true colors which just happened to be those of a demon with just too much of a bacon theme going on for Johnny's liking. It didn't even seem like a moment later that a couple that Johnny had watched get lead into the back room came bursting back into the open like a pair of mad men, but to top that it seemed that they were a pair of magic users. "Great, this makes things easier." The breathing impaired fellow thought to himself with a figurative roll of his eyes.
Johnny considered taking a moment to think the situation over, from what he knew these two magic users could be the cultists that he was tracking and that this demon could be a magic spell of theirs gone wrong, but current situation given and the fact that the building was still brimming with bystanders Johnny decided to act. "Okay, lets get down to business." Johnny said aloud to himself before allowing himself to become visible and dropping down to ground level. The first thing he did was erect a decent sized barrier of energy that helped separate the evacuating citizens and the current chaos. The next he projected a copy of himself on the other side of the barrier that helped direct the citizens out while saying the helpful message of "If you would like to avoid ending up like me I recommend moving faster." With that done Johnny was able to turn his attention to the real problem, what ever the hell one would call this mess. "So anyone want to take responsibility for all you this you know, nonsense, or should I assume it is all of you?" | "Hell of a feeling being dead... pun not intended."
Name
"Call me Johnny, Johnny Doe."
Codename
"Haunt, ironic I know."
Age
"Can't tell you to be completely honest, but my astral backside has been spooking folks for a little over seventy years now."
Gender
"I'm all man er rather what remains of a man."
Appearance
Johnny isn't that bad looking of a guy, well if you can get over the him being a ghost part that is. His skin is a off putting dark grey color with a slight blue tint to it due to the aura that emanates from him. He has raven black hair that much like his skin holds a bit of a blue coloration, his hair is normally messily slicked back in style. His eyes are completely and utterly white and give off a slight glow. He has a skull that seems to be painted on his face. As stated before Johnny gives off a type of aura that manifests itself as what looks like a blue colored mist that flows off of Johnny.
Costume
Johnny doesn't really have a need for the whole secret identity thing being dead and all, so he doesn't really have a costume. The clothes, if they can even be called that, that Johnny wears consists of a long sleeved button up shirt and tie under a vest and trench coat paired with a pair of slacks and loafers.
Powers/Abilities
Flight
Like all disembodied souls Johnny is not bound to the ground or the rules of gravity and can fly and float as he sees fit.
Invisibility
Johnny can completely disappear from the view of the naked eye, concealing his presence entirely.
Intangibility
Johnny doesn't have to worry about physical obstacles such as doors or walls seeing as he can pass right through them.
Possession
Johnny is able to overshadow and take control of the mind and body of the living, or even inanimate objects, though smarter or stronger willed individuals are a bit more challenging for him to control. He can apply this in more subtle ways by merely hoping into a person's body and leaving them in control and going along for the ride, though he can give them subtle thoughts that they will assume are there own or make them experience things that aren't really happening. While in this state Johnny experiences everything the person he is hiding in does, from what they see to what they think.
Apparition
Johnny is able to alter his spiritual projection to resemble anything from other people to things a bit more... monstrous.
Death Echo
Johnny is able to sense death near by, get faint visions of how the death occurred, and if their soul has yet to cross over to the other side even speak with the spirits of the recently deceased.
Specter Leap
Johnny can teleport short distances around himself, blinking around rather quickly in a fog.
Ghostly Presence
All the Traditional "poltergeist" shenanigans such as electronics going haywire, the temperature dropping below freezing, and tossing people and things around the room with a glance.
Spiritual Split
Unlike physical beings Johnny isn't restricted to only being in one place at single given time, he is able to split his consciousness into multiple parts effectively making duplicates of himself.
Wraith Wrath
Johnny can tap into the supernatural essence that make up his spiritual being and expel it in many forms of eerie blue energy. He has been seen releasing it in rapid fire blasts, concentrated explosive like bombs, whole waves, spinning disks, and many more. He can also construct protective constructs with it, creating reflective shields or even whole domes to protect others around him.
Banshee Screech
Probably one of his most powerful powers Johnny is able to unleash a supernatural wail that decimates both the minds and bodies of those around him, blowing away whole hordes of people and things.
Small Bio
"They say that you're suppose to see a bright light when it all comes to a end. That you get that last minute replay of your life then you move on to that bigger and better place in the sky... or you head in the other direction. Well I guess there is a third option because here I am and there is no salvation of sulfur in sight. Unlike a lot of your other deadbeats floating around on the astral plain I'm not moaning about some unfinished business that I have, namely because I don't remember if I even have any. Yeah, best thing about this whole situation is that I have no idea who I was before I started pushing up daisies. I could keep boring you with my ghost stories, but I'll cut to the chase. I've been dead for about seventy years now, wandering the world and for a lack of a better way of saying it trying to find myself. I have also tried my best to help out people here and there, just because I don't have a life doesn't mean I can't make other people's better." |
55,232 | 1,509 | 8 | 2,200 | 441 | John threw another fireball at the boar demon, but stopped when he noticed the ghost appear outta nowhere. Also, he was a little distracted by the random citizen eating popcorn as a battle was happening. "Probably American." He muttered as he went back to helping Hecate with the boar.
"Hey, ghost buster!" Constantine yelled at Johnny as he moved away from a chair being thrown at them. "Any chance you can, I don't know, deal with popcorn popper over there?" He pointed at Light.
That's when a dog demon came flying into the room, with two more running out, as if chased. "Run run, as fast as you can!" Dark Passenger laughed as he walked into the room. He had a tentacle wrapped around the neck of a demon, tossing him towards the group.
The demons stood near each other, looking at the people in their bar. They were so close, all the sacrifices, now for nothing. "No one leaves this place alive!" The head dog yelled, and the demon ran towards the "heroes".
"The boar is mine." Dark Passenger said, running past the two demons, spearing the boar.
The two demons he had passed wasted no time in trying to cut open John and Hecate. One picked up a pool stick and tried to hit Johnny with it, while the last dog tossed a table at Light. The boss dog jumped behind the bar, grabbing the shotgun that was kept there. He then started to look for its shells as the others fought. | Name: Justin Hunter
Codename: Dark Passenger
Age: 23
Gender: M
Powers/Abilities:
* Demonic Transformation: Justin has the ability to turn into "the other guy" by saying a magic phrase. Without saying the phrase, he cannot change, and won't have access to his other powers.
* Prehensile Tentacles: Justin's demon form has green tentacles that he can use to grab/hold things.
* Superhuman Strength: While changed, Justin is able to lift 5 tons with little to no issues.
* Superhuman Stamina/Durability: Justin takes much longer to feel fatigue, and cannot be harmed by normal human weapons/attacks.
* Regenerative Healing Factor: As stated above, Justin cannot be harmed by normal human attacks. If shot by a pistol, the bullet hole will regenerate, and same with being stabbed. However, spells, enchanted items, and powerful beings can harm him.
* Sin Perception: Justin is able to see the sins of people, and he judges people on it.
* Hellfire Manipulation: Justin has the ability to summon and manipulate hellfire.
* Mystical Weapon/Vehicle: Using his hellfire, Justin can change a weapon he is using, or a vehicle he is driving into a mystical version of itself.
* Enhanced Size: Using hellfire, Justin can increase his size. This will increase his strength, but since this takes a lot of focus and energy, he cannot use his other abilities while doing this.
* Blood Magic: Because of the ritual used to create him, Justin has spent a great deal of time learning blood magic. He is very capable of casting blood related spells, but only by using his on blood. He is still trying to learn to control other people's blood.
* Occult Knowledge/Spellcasting: Justin was trained by Constantine in the use of basic spell casting, and has high amounts of occult knowledge. Unlike his other abilities, Justin can cast his simple spells while human, and has learned that his spells become much more powerful when changed. Because of this, he is always on the lookout for new spells.
Small Bio: Justin grew up in a small town, and worked as a simple mechanic. One day, Justin went to the big city, for a night of fun. He spent the night drinking, and met two lovely girls, who gave him a good night. But when he awoke, he found himself in a chamber, chained to a table, to be sacrificed to Trigon. As the cult started, Raven and Constantine stopped them, slightly to late. The cult escaped, leaving the heroes to deal with the young man turning into a demon.
They clearly succeed, and Justin turned in the newest Dark Passenger. Moving into the "House of Mystery", the future base for Titans Dark, Justin spent a year learning to control his powers enough to live with normal people again. He went out on his own, a simple mission in mind. Hunt down the cult members who did this to him, and make them pay. |
55,233 | 1,509 | 9 | 1,261 | 789 | Hecate looked over at the person eating popcorn and raised an eyebrow. "I don't think they're American, but watching the fight with popcorn brought from... not sure where." She held her sword out in front of her and took a few more swings at the boar demon and looked around.
"To answer your question, Spirit from Beyond, the Demons are the culprits here, and my associates and I, if you can call them that, are trying to clean them up. I see you're helping getting the civilians out, good. Any other way you can help, maybe?" She was a bit surprised to see a fully corporal ghost there, but at that moment, the whole bar was chaos, and it only got more chaotic as Dark Passenger ran up the stairs, tossing a dog demon up the stairs.
"Nice to see you join us!" She waved her hand and her sword vanished, and was replaced with a short sword and shield. "If you really want the boar, be my guest!" She noticed one of the two demons tried to cut her open and then put the shield between her and that demon.
"I swear, I need to learn barrier magic..." She muttered as she saw a table go towards the Popcorn eating person. "Heads up, incoming table!" She held up her shield again as one of them tried to attack her again and she took the chance to put her sword through him. The demon squealed and she smirked at him, before moving up to kick him back off of her sword. "Anyone else?!" | Name: Cassandra 'Cassie' LeQuardant
Codename: Hecate
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Powers/Abilities:
*Fortune Telling: Having been a former Protege of Madam Xanadu, Hecate can tell the future using Tarot Cards. She isn't the best at telling the future, as is usually vague, but can be highly spot on.
*Occult Knowledge: Having been taught by Madam X, and also with her own studies, she has quite the knowledge of the occult.
*Magic: Broad, but Hecate has several areas of expertise in Magic. Her areas are levitation, fire, earth, summoning. She casts magic useing her own power, runes and objects she stores her excess power in. Objects like her necklace.
*Summoning Magic: Is able to summon objects that she has either stored in a chest with a rune on it, or has the rune branded on it. The Rune is The Rune for Odin.
*Fae Sight: Having been touched by one of the Elder Folk, she can see through glamours and charms to see what an object or person is suppose to look like, even when hidden.
Small Bio: Cassie grew up in New York, always bothered by the feeling that something was off in the world. One day she stumbled by a shop with the words in the window: "Enter Freely and Be Unafraid." The girl wandered in and looked around, not sure why she was drawn to the shop. There, she met Madam Xanadu, who sensed the girl could be more than she was.
She introduced Cassie to fortune telling and the world that normal mortals did not have the chance to enter. With time, and a lot of learning, Cassie soon tapped into the magic within herself, and soon went to seek guidance elsewhere. She has bounced around and has learned a lot before finding herself at "The House of Mysteries," mostly by accident. |
55,234 | 1,509 | 10 | 175 | 3,684 | This fight was a bit more boring than Light thought it would be. It was demons vs superheroes! Where was the fire? the flashes? Instead it was all just brawling. At least a ghost appearing out of what looked like nowhere was enough to keep Light's attention on the battle. Putting on an announcer voice, kind of halfway between a mans and her own voice, Light got up from her eat and dramatized. "And we have a newcommer! Casper the Homicidal ghost! Did he come from a haunted farm or fall down some stairs? How..." But it was around this point she was hit in the face with a table, one of the more ugly looking demons probably tired of her just standing around.
Brushing herself off after picking herself off the ground, Light said, her fake voice dropping for a moment. "Really? A table? Lame." Slashing the air with one of her hands, Light formed a black portal, an identical portal forming behind the dog demon who had thrown the table at her. Casually falling into her created portal, Light appeared behind the dog demon. She grabbed it in a big hug, snuggling (Or smothering) it. "THIS is how you annoy someone."
Of course, this had the effect of leaving her trenchcoat getup back where she had disappeared, so everyone could see her in her cute glory. Even if hugging a hellspawn dog wasn't something you'd put on a postcard. | Name: Light
Codename: "Just Light works. Unless someone comes up with a nickname I REALLY like."
Age:
"When asked I either say 24, or just say old. You lose track of time in the Void."
Gender: Female
Appearance: Light is a 5"6 tall pure white humanoid figure with a thin pear shaped frame. She has an overly large spherical head with short blue hair, no visible nose, very large black and yellow eyes, fin-looking ears, serrated beartrap like teeth, and an incredibly thin neck. She wears a blue tanktop with skinny biceps leading to larger forarms which flow into her nearly cartoonishly big hands which have long claw-like fingers attached to them. She has wide hips, which look even bigger due to the thin white dress like thing she has which covers her back down to her lower knees and covers her front down to her kneecaps, with the front having an M cut taken out of it. Her legs look normal, short of her having no feet, instead having her lower leg come to a sharp point where her foot would be.
Costume: "Costume? Why would I need one? Spandex doesn't work with my regeneration. Worse comes to worse I'll just wear a big trench-coat in public."
Powers/Abilities:
Void Bound: Being bound to the Void means that Light is considered 'empty' when visiting a world of reality. This makes her immune to reality warping attacks on a small scale or ones that directly harm her and makes general power dampening do nothing. She is also greatly resistant to time based attacks, and if attacked by someone on a different timeline, Light will attune herself to that timeline until the effect ends or her or the target is dead. She also has no soul, as that resides in the Void, and is immune to soul magic as a result. She is also ignored by enchantments that affect only certain groups, even if they would be beneficial to her, unless they're directed specifically at her. This means she can pick up enchanted objects that need a chosen one without being said chosen one, but gains no benefits from picking them up, and stuff like that. Though since she is considered 'empty', this also makes her very very unlucky as reality tends to dislike those that 'don't exist'.
Void Energy: Since Light is bound to the Void, her energy is replaced by Void energy. Void energy leaves a signel of 'emptiness' making scanning for her a bit different but still quite easy. Additionally if anything attempts to absorb Light's energy, they will instead lose their own energy at the absorption rate and be affected by Reality Siphon. This also gives her a small amount of magic resistance. Void beings are immune to the effects of Void energy.
Reality Siphon: Since Light is from the Void, she steals the reality of the physical world. Light gives off a 'creepy' feeling when touched as she steals away the reality of the object or person shes touching. When an object has lost some reality, it is unable to gain energy from other sources but itself until its reality is restored. When Light isn't touching something, it regains its reality back over a short period, which is faster for living objects. If an object loses all of its reality, it fades into the Void. Beings who can reality warp themselves have a massive resistance to this ability, as do massive or cosmic entities. Void beings are completely immune. This power can't be turned off and Light has no control over its intensity.
Regeneration: If an attack doesn't atomize Light (Or demolish her while she is affected by Silver), Light will fully regenerate from it after a short while. It doesn't matter what the injury was, even nasty ones such as having her mind shattered aren't permanent, if it hurts her and she lives through it, she will eventually 'hop back' in time to the point where she was most healthy, this happens all at once so sometimes it looks like Light just 'pops' back to a normal state. The only way to stop her from doing this is to wipe her out entirely, or bind her with Silver or attacks that do not do damage. This regeneration doesn't change her place inside space, so she'll still be in the same spot unless she was blown to bits, in which case she will regenerate from her head, or if that is unavailable, from the biggest piece of herself. She can still manipulate severed limbs for a short time after losing them unless they are severed using Iron or Silver. She doesn't age, nor does she bleed.
Demonic Strength: Light has enhanced strength that is tied to her emotions or determination. While she can lift quite a bit when in a neutral or happy state, she is weaker than a normal human when sad or bound by an object of reality. Since Light rarely gets angry, its unknown how strong she can become. Light also has greatly increased stamina and stamina recovery, meaning she takes awhile to get tired. Light's powers are weakened when attacking or being affected by something made of Iron or Silver, with Silver having a much greater effect.
Demonic Resilience: Upon taking damage from an attack, Light starts to gain resistances to whatever hurt her, and with enough damage, can become immune to attacks of that type. Physical blows take quite a while to gain resistances for, and Light can't gain a resistance to any attacks made using Silver or Iron, nor drug based attacks. If Light isn't forced to regenerate from a certain attack type after awhile, she will lose all resistances she built up against that damage type. Light's body will subtly morph to show what she is resistant to. Light can't become immune to attacks that do no damage, even if she is immune to that damage type.
Light adapts quickly to surrounding terrain if its harmful to her, and will keep these adaptations until she leaves that terrain for a time.
Pocket Space: Light can store objects inside a space inside her dress she calls 'pocket space'. Only inanimate objects can be stored here, and she can only store things that add up to thrice her size in total.
Void Slip: Light can punch small personal wormholes and use them to teleport to any place in her sights or an extremely familiar place such as a base, an exit hole appearing at the spot she wants to teleport to. Should this exit hole not be placed on a solid object, Light will have a notable delay before she comes out of it. Only Light and objects stored in her pocket space can travel through these holes. These holes stay open for only a brief time.
Natural Weapons: Light's fingers are tipped with sharp claws that let her slash things. She likewise has sharp teeth much like a shark or piranha and feet that come to very sharp points she can use as weapons. She can't use her claws to cut things very easily though if she can't get a good windup as they aren't serrated.
-Light takes extra damage from attacks based in reality, and due to this most attacks tend to send her flying, squash her as flat as a pancake, turn her to ash, and the like. She can also be knocked out fairly easily if she is hit with an attack she is not aware of, like if someone sneaks up on her and hits her in the back of the head or something.
-Light is incredibly unlucky and usually if something bad can happen, it will. Especially if it leads to slapstick.
-Light has an exceptionally difficult time escaping nets, ropes, being bound in general, and especially Duct Tape. While she can eventually work her way free of some of these, they take a crippling long amount of time for her to escape on her own. These things also negate her super strength.
-Light is very weak to drug based attacks and weapons and is very easy to knockout with something like knockout gas. Though at least this means she can get drunk easily if she wants to.
-Technology doesn't tend to work for Light for very long due to her Reality siphon stopping it from gaining power depending on the technology.
-Light can't use a vast majority of her powers if she is sad or depressed and regenerates much slower when in such a state.
-Light reacts very negatively to Silver and Iron. While she can't build a resistance to attacks made using Iron and loses some of her strength and stamina if being touched by it, Silver does that at a much greater effect, burns her, and stops her from regenerating as well.
-Light tends to not take things seriously, and doesn't care about most situations in general and is more concerned with having fun and making friends. Though this also means she stumbles into traps quite often and is careless in battle unless something is actually threatening.
-Unless she hates you, Light doesn't attack people unprovoked, and tends to be pretty pacifist unless she is forced to fight for one reason or another. Even then unless she feels she or one of her friends are threatened, she tends to take attacks for her friends or hug/annoy her enemies into submission. Though if shes fighting alone or told to be a distraction, she is a bit more aggressive and will fight to subdue. Just don't make her hate you. You really don't wanna have a bad time.
Small Bio: "Well, it was clear when a cult tried to summon something from the abyss, they didn't know what they were doing. The abyss and Void are totally different things! But it did give me an excuse to see one of the physical worlds once she got summoned. And those cultists really were off put when they expected some tentacled monster, and instead got an eerily cute fishy demon thing instead. Even more so when I ignored them and followed my nose, only needing to pummel them into submission when they started to get violent. It wasn't my fault the hot dog truck outside their apartment smelt delicious..." |
55,235 | 1,509 | 11 | 2,049 | 6,923 | Decades upon decades of being dead, wandering the world as a lost soul, dealing with every type of being from angels to demons, and saving a countless number of souls from eternal damnation yet here Johnny was dealing with probably the most horrendous type of challenge he has ever encountered... puns. Letting out an audible sigh Johnny was able to swallow back the brit's oh so creative nickname and focus on his sword brandishing female counter part. "Spirt from the beyond?" Magic users were always a bit theatric Johnny thought as he processed everything. If he was going to take their word for it seemed that these two spell-slingers and Johnny were on the same side and that these demons were the culprits he sought. It also looked like there was another player, or spectator would be a better word given her commentary, amongst them and she was... different to say the least.
Though all these thoughts raced through his head Johnny's attention was then grabbed by a hellhound looking fellow being launched from a back room and shortly after followed by quite the hot head who looked like he was enjoying this mayhem a bit too much. Luckily like before it seemed that this was another ally, if any of them could even be called that, of Johnny's for the time being. But as what seemed to becoming quite the pattern now Johnny's thoughts were interrupted by the chaos going on behind him, watching the popcorn muncher take a table to the face was nearly bad enough but when one of the demon dogs tried to take a swing at him with a pool cue Johnny was officially pulled into the action.
"Really, a pool cue? That is your go to when it comes to fighting a ghost?" Johnny said as he crossed his arms and allowed the pool cue to pass straight through his body. The demon clearly undeterred attempted a few more futile strikes against Johnny, again each merely passing through his phantom form, before Johnny had enough. "You're out of tries pal, better luck next time." Johnny said before extending his hand towards the demon and letting out a wave of energy that would send the demonic hound flying and hopefully crashing into his shotgun wielding comrade. | "Hell of a feeling being dead... pun not intended."
Name
"Call me Johnny, Johnny Doe."
Codename
"Haunt, ironic I know."
Age
"Can't tell you to be completely honest, but my astral backside has been spooking folks for a little over seventy years now."
Gender
"I'm all man er rather what remains of a man."
Appearance
Johnny isn't that bad looking of a guy, well if you can get over the him being a ghost part that is. His skin is a off putting dark grey color with a slight blue tint to it due to the aura that emanates from him. He has raven black hair that much like his skin holds a bit of a blue coloration, his hair is normally messily slicked back in style. His eyes are completely and utterly white and give off a slight glow. He has a skull that seems to be painted on his face. As stated before Johnny gives off a type of aura that manifests itself as what looks like a blue colored mist that flows off of Johnny.
Costume
Johnny doesn't really have a need for the whole secret identity thing being dead and all, so he doesn't really have a costume. The clothes, if they can even be called that, that Johnny wears consists of a long sleeved button up shirt and tie under a vest and trench coat paired with a pair of slacks and loafers.
Powers/Abilities
Flight
Like all disembodied souls Johnny is not bound to the ground or the rules of gravity and can fly and float as he sees fit.
Invisibility
Johnny can completely disappear from the view of the naked eye, concealing his presence entirely.
Intangibility
Johnny doesn't have to worry about physical obstacles such as doors or walls seeing as he can pass right through them.
Possession
Johnny is able to overshadow and take control of the mind and body of the living, or even inanimate objects, though smarter or stronger willed individuals are a bit more challenging for him to control. He can apply this in more subtle ways by merely hoping into a person's body and leaving them in control and going along for the ride, though he can give them subtle thoughts that they will assume are there own or make them experience things that aren't really happening. While in this state Johnny experiences everything the person he is hiding in does, from what they see to what they think.
Apparition
Johnny is able to alter his spiritual projection to resemble anything from other people to things a bit more... monstrous.
Death Echo
Johnny is able to sense death near by, get faint visions of how the death occurred, and if their soul has yet to cross over to the other side even speak with the spirits of the recently deceased.
Specter Leap
Johnny can teleport short distances around himself, blinking around rather quickly in a fog.
Ghostly Presence
All the Traditional "poltergeist" shenanigans such as electronics going haywire, the temperature dropping below freezing, and tossing people and things around the room with a glance.
Spiritual Split
Unlike physical beings Johnny isn't restricted to only being in one place at single given time, he is able to split his consciousness into multiple parts effectively making duplicates of himself.
Wraith Wrath
Johnny can tap into the supernatural essence that make up his spiritual being and expel it in many forms of eerie blue energy. He has been seen releasing it in rapid fire blasts, concentrated explosive like bombs, whole waves, spinning disks, and many more. He can also construct protective constructs with it, creating reflective shields or even whole domes to protect others around him.
Banshee Screech
Probably one of his most powerful powers Johnny is able to unleash a supernatural wail that decimates both the minds and bodies of those around him, blowing away whole hordes of people and things.
Small Bio
"They say that you're suppose to see a bright light when it all comes to a end. That you get that last minute replay of your life then you move on to that bigger and better place in the sky... or you head in the other direction. Well I guess there is a third option because here I am and there is no salvation of sulfur in sight. Unlike a lot of your other deadbeats floating around on the astral plain I'm not moaning about some unfinished business that I have, namely because I don't remember if I even have any. Yeah, best thing about this whole situation is that I have no idea who I was before I started pushing up daisies. I could keep boring you with my ghost stories, but I'll cut to the chase. I've been dead for about seventy years now, wandering the world and for a lack of a better way of saying it trying to find myself. I have also tried my best to help out people here and there, just because I don't have a life doesn't mean I can't make other people's better." |
55,236 | 1,509 | 12 | 2,200 | 441 | The demon being held by Light let out a howl as it tried to get away. The two fighting Hecate and Constantine were easily dispatched, and the one fighting Johnny was knocked out by the energy blast. It crashed into the boss, just as he aimed the shotgun at them. Dark Passenger finished his fight with the boar, dropping him on the bar before reaching around and grabbing a bottle, opening it for a drink.
"Alright Bonfire, you had your fun. Give control back to Justin." Constantine said as he looked at Dark Passenger.
"Oh come now John. I don't ever get time out. Let me have some fun." Dark Passenger said as he started to drink.
Constantine was preparing a spell, but stopped when Hecate walked up to Dark Passenger. The demon listens to what the woman had to say, before letting out a sigh.
"Somnus." Dark Passenger said, his flames dying down, returning to Justin.
Justin blinked and looked around, stopping when he saw Johnny and Light. "Hey there." He waved, his voice a little weak. "I need some water." He said and went behind the bar.
Constantine was working on a spell to drop the demons back to hell, looking at the crew. "I must say, you lot did better than I expected. I owe Raven ten dollars." He said and opened a portal, dropping the dog demons into hell, before rolling the boar. He looked at the head dog, then at Johnny. "Mind fetching me a chain? We need to get information outta this wanker." He said.
"What do you mean we worked better together than you expected?" Justin asked, before chugging more water.
"Worry about that later." Constantine said as he sat the demon dog in a chair, then started to wrap the chain around him, mutter a spell of some kind. | Name: Justin Hunter
Codename: Dark Passenger
Age: 23
Gender: M
Powers/Abilities:
* Demonic Transformation: Justin has the ability to turn into "the other guy" by saying a magic phrase. Without saying the phrase, he cannot change, and won't have access to his other powers.
* Prehensile Tentacles: Justin's demon form has green tentacles that he can use to grab/hold things.
* Superhuman Strength: While changed, Justin is able to lift 5 tons with little to no issues.
* Superhuman Stamina/Durability: Justin takes much longer to feel fatigue, and cannot be harmed by normal human weapons/attacks.
* Regenerative Healing Factor: As stated above, Justin cannot be harmed by normal human attacks. If shot by a pistol, the bullet hole will regenerate, and same with being stabbed. However, spells, enchanted items, and powerful beings can harm him.
* Sin Perception: Justin is able to see the sins of people, and he judges people on it.
* Hellfire Manipulation: Justin has the ability to summon and manipulate hellfire.
* Mystical Weapon/Vehicle: Using his hellfire, Justin can change a weapon he is using, or a vehicle he is driving into a mystical version of itself.
* Enhanced Size: Using hellfire, Justin can increase his size. This will increase his strength, but since this takes a lot of focus and energy, he cannot use his other abilities while doing this.
* Blood Magic: Because of the ritual used to create him, Justin has spent a great deal of time learning blood magic. He is very capable of casting blood related spells, but only by using his on blood. He is still trying to learn to control other people's blood.
* Occult Knowledge/Spellcasting: Justin was trained by Constantine in the use of basic spell casting, and has high amounts of occult knowledge. Unlike his other abilities, Justin can cast his simple spells while human, and has learned that his spells become much more powerful when changed. Because of this, he is always on the lookout for new spells.
Small Bio: Justin grew up in a small town, and worked as a simple mechanic. One day, Justin went to the big city, for a night of fun. He spent the night drinking, and met two lovely girls, who gave him a good night. But when he awoke, he found himself in a chamber, chained to a table, to be sacrificed to Trigon. As the cult started, Raven and Constantine stopped them, slightly to late. The cult escaped, leaving the heroes to deal with the young man turning into a demon.
They clearly succeed, and Justin turned in the newest Dark Passenger. Moving into the "House of Mystery", the future base for Titans Dark, Justin spent a year learning to control his powers enough to live with normal people again. He went out on his own, a simple mission in mind. Hunt down the cult members who did this to him, and make them pay. |
55,237 | 1,509 | 13 | 1,261 | 789 | Hecate dispatched her demon rather quickly, and in the moment she looked around the room. The specter had taken out a demon using some kind of energy blast, a trick she'd have to ask him about later. The other... creature had latched on to the dog demon, and she paused. It was definitely something from another realm, maybe from the Void. She wasn't sure, and now was not the moment to have an interview with their two new friends. Well, less friends and more accomplices in dispatching demons.
Once almost all of them were gone, aside from the boss, Hecate dispelled her sword and shield. She was about to dispel herself when she heard Dark Passenger say he wasn't going to go away. She rolled her eyes and saw that Constantine was about to cast a spell. She held up her hand and walked over to Dark Passenger and set her hand on his shoulder. "If you behave now, I'll buy you drinks later. Justin can't sustain you right now."
She looked over at the specter and the Void creature and waved her hand. Her costume melted away, and Cassie was standing there, next to Justin. "Hello."
As Constantine spoke, she reached into her wallet and handed ten dollars to Constantine. "I'm going to murder Madame... She told me you were gonna need this. A bet? Really?" She sighed and pulled up a chair and plopped into it and rubbed her brows. "So, may I ask what you two are doing here?" She looked over at the Specter the Void creature. | Name: Cassandra 'Cassie' LeQuardant
Codename: Hecate
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Powers/Abilities:
*Fortune Telling: Having been a former Protege of Madam Xanadu, Hecate can tell the future using Tarot Cards. She isn't the best at telling the future, as is usually vague, but can be highly spot on.
*Occult Knowledge: Having been taught by Madam X, and also with her own studies, she has quite the knowledge of the occult.
*Magic: Broad, but Hecate has several areas of expertise in Magic. Her areas are levitation, fire, earth, summoning. She casts magic useing her own power, runes and objects she stores her excess power in. Objects like her necklace.
*Summoning Magic: Is able to summon objects that she has either stored in a chest with a rune on it, or has the rune branded on it. The Rune is The Rune for Odin.
*Fae Sight: Having been touched by one of the Elder Folk, she can see through glamours and charms to see what an object or person is suppose to look like, even when hidden.
Small Bio: Cassie grew up in New York, always bothered by the feeling that something was off in the world. One day she stumbled by a shop with the words in the window: "Enter Freely and Be Unafraid." The girl wandered in and looked around, not sure why she was drawn to the shop. There, she met Madam Xanadu, who sensed the girl could be more than she was.
She introduced Cassie to fortune telling and the world that normal mortals did not have the chance to enter. With time, and a lot of learning, Cassie soon tapped into the magic within herself, and soon went to seek guidance elsewhere. She has bounced around and has learned a lot before finding herself at "The House of Mysteries," mostly by accident. |
55,238 | 1,509 | 14 | 175 | 3,684 | The demon dog Light was 'snuggling' kept yapping and gasping as it was brought to unconsciousness. "Oh, guess I held on too tight and he passed out. Oh well." she said as she held the limp body of the unconscious dog aloft before tossing it to the ground.
"So..." Light began as the battle died down, the warrior lady looking at her funny. She went to pick up her partner, who had transformed into another being, taking off her costume. At least Light probably didn't need to fight these two, as even with their looks, they offered a hello just the same. "Oh, hello." Light said, cheerily waving at the others as they did some preparations to interrogate the bartender boar demon. Curious, the lady asked both Light and Mr. ghosty what they were doing here, as they both were obviously not human. Light's answer was simple "I'm just here to have fun.", though she was sure the ghosts answer was more complex. Ghosts tended to be drama queens.
"What about you two? You guys came in seeking a fight from the looks of it." Light said, grabbing a chair and hanging off the back of it, a wide toothy grin on her face that would give the Cheshire cat some competition. | Name: Light
Codename: "Just Light works. Unless someone comes up with a nickname I REALLY like."
Age:
"When asked I either say 24, or just say old. You lose track of time in the Void."
Gender: Female
Appearance: Light is a 5"6 tall pure white humanoid figure with a thin pear shaped frame. She has an overly large spherical head with short blue hair, no visible nose, very large black and yellow eyes, fin-looking ears, serrated beartrap like teeth, and an incredibly thin neck. She wears a blue tanktop with skinny biceps leading to larger forarms which flow into her nearly cartoonishly big hands which have long claw-like fingers attached to them. She has wide hips, which look even bigger due to the thin white dress like thing she has which covers her back down to her lower knees and covers her front down to her kneecaps, with the front having an M cut taken out of it. Her legs look normal, short of her having no feet, instead having her lower leg come to a sharp point where her foot would be.
Costume: "Costume? Why would I need one? Spandex doesn't work with my regeneration. Worse comes to worse I'll just wear a big trench-coat in public."
Powers/Abilities:
Void Bound: Being bound to the Void means that Light is considered 'empty' when visiting a world of reality. This makes her immune to reality warping attacks on a small scale or ones that directly harm her and makes general power dampening do nothing. She is also greatly resistant to time based attacks, and if attacked by someone on a different timeline, Light will attune herself to that timeline until the effect ends or her or the target is dead. She also has no soul, as that resides in the Void, and is immune to soul magic as a result. She is also ignored by enchantments that affect only certain groups, even if they would be beneficial to her, unless they're directed specifically at her. This means she can pick up enchanted objects that need a chosen one without being said chosen one, but gains no benefits from picking them up, and stuff like that. Though since she is considered 'empty', this also makes her very very unlucky as reality tends to dislike those that 'don't exist'.
Void Energy: Since Light is bound to the Void, her energy is replaced by Void energy. Void energy leaves a signel of 'emptiness' making scanning for her a bit different but still quite easy. Additionally if anything attempts to absorb Light's energy, they will instead lose their own energy at the absorption rate and be affected by Reality Siphon. This also gives her a small amount of magic resistance. Void beings are immune to the effects of Void energy.
Reality Siphon: Since Light is from the Void, she steals the reality of the physical world. Light gives off a 'creepy' feeling when touched as she steals away the reality of the object or person shes touching. When an object has lost some reality, it is unable to gain energy from other sources but itself until its reality is restored. When Light isn't touching something, it regains its reality back over a short period, which is faster for living objects. If an object loses all of its reality, it fades into the Void. Beings who can reality warp themselves have a massive resistance to this ability, as do massive or cosmic entities. Void beings are completely immune. This power can't be turned off and Light has no control over its intensity.
Regeneration: If an attack doesn't atomize Light (Or demolish her while she is affected by Silver), Light will fully regenerate from it after a short while. It doesn't matter what the injury was, even nasty ones such as having her mind shattered aren't permanent, if it hurts her and she lives through it, she will eventually 'hop back' in time to the point where she was most healthy, this happens all at once so sometimes it looks like Light just 'pops' back to a normal state. The only way to stop her from doing this is to wipe her out entirely, or bind her with Silver or attacks that do not do damage. This regeneration doesn't change her place inside space, so she'll still be in the same spot unless she was blown to bits, in which case she will regenerate from her head, or if that is unavailable, from the biggest piece of herself. She can still manipulate severed limbs for a short time after losing them unless they are severed using Iron or Silver. She doesn't age, nor does she bleed.
Demonic Strength: Light has enhanced strength that is tied to her emotions or determination. While she can lift quite a bit when in a neutral or happy state, she is weaker than a normal human when sad or bound by an object of reality. Since Light rarely gets angry, its unknown how strong she can become. Light also has greatly increased stamina and stamina recovery, meaning she takes awhile to get tired. Light's powers are weakened when attacking or being affected by something made of Iron or Silver, with Silver having a much greater effect.
Demonic Resilience: Upon taking damage from an attack, Light starts to gain resistances to whatever hurt her, and with enough damage, can become immune to attacks of that type. Physical blows take quite a while to gain resistances for, and Light can't gain a resistance to any attacks made using Silver or Iron, nor drug based attacks. If Light isn't forced to regenerate from a certain attack type after awhile, she will lose all resistances she built up against that damage type. Light's body will subtly morph to show what she is resistant to. Light can't become immune to attacks that do no damage, even if she is immune to that damage type.
Light adapts quickly to surrounding terrain if its harmful to her, and will keep these adaptations until she leaves that terrain for a time.
Pocket Space: Light can store objects inside a space inside her dress she calls 'pocket space'. Only inanimate objects can be stored here, and she can only store things that add up to thrice her size in total.
Void Slip: Light can punch small personal wormholes and use them to teleport to any place in her sights or an extremely familiar place such as a base, an exit hole appearing at the spot she wants to teleport to. Should this exit hole not be placed on a solid object, Light will have a notable delay before she comes out of it. Only Light and objects stored in her pocket space can travel through these holes. These holes stay open for only a brief time.
Natural Weapons: Light's fingers are tipped with sharp claws that let her slash things. She likewise has sharp teeth much like a shark or piranha and feet that come to very sharp points she can use as weapons. She can't use her claws to cut things very easily though if she can't get a good windup as they aren't serrated.
-Light takes extra damage from attacks based in reality, and due to this most attacks tend to send her flying, squash her as flat as a pancake, turn her to ash, and the like. She can also be knocked out fairly easily if she is hit with an attack she is not aware of, like if someone sneaks up on her and hits her in the back of the head or something.
-Light is incredibly unlucky and usually if something bad can happen, it will. Especially if it leads to slapstick.
-Light has an exceptionally difficult time escaping nets, ropes, being bound in general, and especially Duct Tape. While she can eventually work her way free of some of these, they take a crippling long amount of time for her to escape on her own. These things also negate her super strength.
-Light is very weak to drug based attacks and weapons and is very easy to knockout with something like knockout gas. Though at least this means she can get drunk easily if she wants to.
-Technology doesn't tend to work for Light for very long due to her Reality siphon stopping it from gaining power depending on the technology.
-Light can't use a vast majority of her powers if she is sad or depressed and regenerates much slower when in such a state.
-Light reacts very negatively to Silver and Iron. While she can't build a resistance to attacks made using Iron and loses some of her strength and stamina if being touched by it, Silver does that at a much greater effect, burns her, and stops her from regenerating as well.
-Light tends to not take things seriously, and doesn't care about most situations in general and is more concerned with having fun and making friends. Though this also means she stumbles into traps quite often and is careless in battle unless something is actually threatening.
-Unless she hates you, Light doesn't attack people unprovoked, and tends to be pretty pacifist unless she is forced to fight for one reason or another. Even then unless she feels she or one of her friends are threatened, she tends to take attacks for her friends or hug/annoy her enemies into submission. Though if shes fighting alone or told to be a distraction, she is a bit more aggressive and will fight to subdue. Just don't make her hate you. You really don't wanna have a bad time.
Small Bio: "Well, it was clear when a cult tried to summon something from the abyss, they didn't know what they were doing. The abyss and Void are totally different things! But it did give me an excuse to see one of the physical worlds once she got summoned. And those cultists really were off put when they expected some tentacled monster, and instead got an eerily cute fishy demon thing instead. Even more so when I ignored them and followed my nose, only needing to pummel them into submission when they started to get violent. It wasn't my fault the hot dog truck outside their apartment smelt delicious..." |
55,239 | 1,509 | 15 | 2,049 | 6,923 | Just as things were starting to heat up they fizzled out rather quickly, much to Johnny's pleasure. It seemed that this little rag tag group worked pretty well together seeing as the only real injuries that the undead hero could see were all given to the would be attackers that currently had their hellish canine backsides sprawled about the bar in varies stages of defeat. More importantly Johnny was glad that he was able to evacuate all of the bar goers in time with out any real harm to them, well most of them would probably be a little worse for wares in the mental department seeing as they were just escorted out of their favorite bar by a ghost.
All this aside Johnny was able to refocus on his fellow heroes of the evening. It seemed that in the aftermath of things business still had to be done seeing as rather than just banishing the lot of the hellspawn the brit was chaining one up in what Johnny could only be for a good old fashion interrogation. Likewise it seemed as the chaos ended the flaming skull fellow faded with it, changing into to a fellow who seemed to be in quite the thirsty state. Eventually his attention was grabbed by the female spell slinger who questioned why both he and this mysterious being were there. The creature's answer was pretty simple, which only raised more questions in the poltergeist's mind but he bit them back for now.
"Pretty simple honestly, I'm on a case. A number of people were found dead, sacrificed. I was tracking the killers and it lead me here, judging from the demon squad we just had the pleasure of dealing with I think I can say I am in the right place." Johnny said as he crossed his arms and looked the young lady over, he didn't quite want to let her and her counterpart out of his suspicions just quite yet. "And I'm going to have to agree with our hug centric companion and ask what you all are doing here, being in a demon party isn't really a good look for humans you know." | "Hell of a feeling being dead... pun not intended."
Name
"Call me Johnny, Johnny Doe."
Codename
"Haunt, ironic I know."
Age
"Can't tell you to be completely honest, but my astral backside has been spooking folks for a little over seventy years now."
Gender
"I'm all man er rather what remains of a man."
Appearance
Johnny isn't that bad looking of a guy, well if you can get over the him being a ghost part that is. His skin is a off putting dark grey color with a slight blue tint to it due to the aura that emanates from him. He has raven black hair that much like his skin holds a bit of a blue coloration, his hair is normally messily slicked back in style. His eyes are completely and utterly white and give off a slight glow. He has a skull that seems to be painted on his face. As stated before Johnny gives off a type of aura that manifests itself as what looks like a blue colored mist that flows off of Johnny.
Costume
Johnny doesn't really have a need for the whole secret identity thing being dead and all, so he doesn't really have a costume. The clothes, if they can even be called that, that Johnny wears consists of a long sleeved button up shirt and tie under a vest and trench coat paired with a pair of slacks and loafers.
Powers/Abilities
Flight
Like all disembodied souls Johnny is not bound to the ground or the rules of gravity and can fly and float as he sees fit.
Invisibility
Johnny can completely disappear from the view of the naked eye, concealing his presence entirely.
Intangibility
Johnny doesn't have to worry about physical obstacles such as doors or walls seeing as he can pass right through them.
Possession
Johnny is able to overshadow and take control of the mind and body of the living, or even inanimate objects, though smarter or stronger willed individuals are a bit more challenging for him to control. He can apply this in more subtle ways by merely hoping into a person's body and leaving them in control and going along for the ride, though he can give them subtle thoughts that they will assume are there own or make them experience things that aren't really happening. While in this state Johnny experiences everything the person he is hiding in does, from what they see to what they think.
Apparition
Johnny is able to alter his spiritual projection to resemble anything from other people to things a bit more... monstrous.
Death Echo
Johnny is able to sense death near by, get faint visions of how the death occurred, and if their soul has yet to cross over to the other side even speak with the spirits of the recently deceased.
Specter Leap
Johnny can teleport short distances around himself, blinking around rather quickly in a fog.
Ghostly Presence
All the Traditional "poltergeist" shenanigans such as electronics going haywire, the temperature dropping below freezing, and tossing people and things around the room with a glance.
Spiritual Split
Unlike physical beings Johnny isn't restricted to only being in one place at single given time, he is able to split his consciousness into multiple parts effectively making duplicates of himself.
Wraith Wrath
Johnny can tap into the supernatural essence that make up his spiritual being and expel it in many forms of eerie blue energy. He has been seen releasing it in rapid fire blasts, concentrated explosive like bombs, whole waves, spinning disks, and many more. He can also construct protective constructs with it, creating reflective shields or even whole domes to protect others around him.
Banshee Screech
Probably one of his most powerful powers Johnny is able to unleash a supernatural wail that decimates both the minds and bodies of those around him, blowing away whole hordes of people and things.
Small Bio
"They say that you're suppose to see a bright light when it all comes to a end. That you get that last minute replay of your life then you move on to that bigger and better place in the sky... or you head in the other direction. Well I guess there is a third option because here I am and there is no salvation of sulfur in sight. Unlike a lot of your other deadbeats floating around on the astral plain I'm not moaning about some unfinished business that I have, namely because I don't remember if I even have any. Yeah, best thing about this whole situation is that I have no idea who I was before I started pushing up daisies. I could keep boring you with my ghost stories, but I'll cut to the chase. I've been dead for about seventy years now, wandering the world and for a lack of a better way of saying it trying to find myself. I have also tried my best to help out people here and there, just because I don't have a life doesn't mean I can't make other people's better." |
55,240 | 1,509 | 16 | 2,200 | 441 | Human? Constantine asked and looked around. "I don't see any humans here." He chuckled. "I see a ghost," he pointed at Johnny, "a void being", he pointed at Light, "a gypsy" he pointed at Hecate, "and a demon." He said, looking at Justin.
"Really? I see a jackass." Justin smiled as he looked at Constantine.
"But, I also see a team. Which is why I owe Raven $10. The league has been having difficulty dealing with the magical world. And so, JLD was born. So, we want to take the freaks, the beast, the outcast, and the monsters, and make Titans Dark." Constantine said. "So, we did everything we could to get the four of you here, so that I could offer you lot the chance to be the opening team." He told them, pulling out a cigarette. "As you can see, you lot did pretty well. So, how about it? Tired of roaming around all alone?" He asked them.
The room was quiet, as everyone started to think about what he offered. Justin drank another glass of water, and was the first to speak up.
"Screw it, I'm in." He said. "We did do pretty well for ourselves." He smiled, looking at the others. | Name: Justin Hunter
Codename: Dark Passenger
Age: 23
Gender: M
Powers/Abilities:
* Demonic Transformation: Justin has the ability to turn into "the other guy" by saying a magic phrase. Without saying the phrase, he cannot change, and won't have access to his other powers.
* Prehensile Tentacles: Justin's demon form has green tentacles that he can use to grab/hold things.
* Superhuman Strength: While changed, Justin is able to lift 5 tons with little to no issues.
* Superhuman Stamina/Durability: Justin takes much longer to feel fatigue, and cannot be harmed by normal human weapons/attacks.
* Regenerative Healing Factor: As stated above, Justin cannot be harmed by normal human attacks. If shot by a pistol, the bullet hole will regenerate, and same with being stabbed. However, spells, enchanted items, and powerful beings can harm him.
* Sin Perception: Justin is able to see the sins of people, and he judges people on it.
* Hellfire Manipulation: Justin has the ability to summon and manipulate hellfire.
* Mystical Weapon/Vehicle: Using his hellfire, Justin can change a weapon he is using, or a vehicle he is driving into a mystical version of itself.
* Enhanced Size: Using hellfire, Justin can increase his size. This will increase his strength, but since this takes a lot of focus and energy, he cannot use his other abilities while doing this.
* Blood Magic: Because of the ritual used to create him, Justin has spent a great deal of time learning blood magic. He is very capable of casting blood related spells, but only by using his on blood. He is still trying to learn to control other people's blood.
* Occult Knowledge/Spellcasting: Justin was trained by Constantine in the use of basic spell casting, and has high amounts of occult knowledge. Unlike his other abilities, Justin can cast his simple spells while human, and has learned that his spells become much more powerful when changed. Because of this, he is always on the lookout for new spells.
Small Bio: Justin grew up in a small town, and worked as a simple mechanic. One day, Justin went to the big city, for a night of fun. He spent the night drinking, and met two lovely girls, who gave him a good night. But when he awoke, he found himself in a chamber, chained to a table, to be sacrificed to Trigon. As the cult started, Raven and Constantine stopped them, slightly to late. The cult escaped, leaving the heroes to deal with the young man turning into a demon.
They clearly succeed, and Justin turned in the newest Dark Passenger. Moving into the "House of Mystery", the future base for Titans Dark, Justin spent a year learning to control his powers enough to live with normal people again. He went out on his own, a simple mission in mind. Hunt down the cult members who did this to him, and make them pay. |
55,241 | 1,509 | 17 | 1,261 | 789 | Cassie looked at both the void being and the ghost, as they both asked what they were doing there. "In answer to your question and to make a very long story short, my mentor told me to be here, as someone I had recently become acquainted with had been captured. This man over here." She gently gestured at Justin. "I have found that when my mentor reaches out to talk to me and tell me something, or to go do something to do it. I really hate fortune telling." She rubbed her brow a bit and then looked over at Constantine as he spoke.
"Technically, not a gypsy. Also they don't like that term. Also, still human." She rolled her eyes at Constantine, and went to lean against Justin a bit.
She let out a sigh as Constantine spoke and raised an eyebrow. She was thinking about what Constantine was offering and realized that she had been puppeted into this. She was going to have a long talk with Madam X later. She then started laughing for a moment, and then looked over at John.
"I get the feeling I never had the option to say no. I'm in." She said and looked at the void creature and the ghost. "I do hope you'll both consider it." | Name: Cassandra 'Cassie' LeQuardant
Codename: Hecate
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Powers/Abilities:
*Fortune Telling: Having been a former Protege of Madam Xanadu, Hecate can tell the future using Tarot Cards. She isn't the best at telling the future, as is usually vague, but can be highly spot on.
*Occult Knowledge: Having been taught by Madam X, and also with her own studies, she has quite the knowledge of the occult.
*Magic: Broad, but Hecate has several areas of expertise in Magic. Her areas are levitation, fire, earth, summoning. She casts magic useing her own power, runes and objects she stores her excess power in. Objects like her necklace.
*Summoning Magic: Is able to summon objects that she has either stored in a chest with a rune on it, or has the rune branded on it. The Rune is The Rune for Odin.
*Fae Sight: Having been touched by one of the Elder Folk, she can see through glamours and charms to see what an object or person is suppose to look like, even when hidden.
Small Bio: Cassie grew up in New York, always bothered by the feeling that something was off in the world. One day she stumbled by a shop with the words in the window: "Enter Freely and Be Unafraid." The girl wandered in and looked around, not sure why she was drawn to the shop. There, she met Madam Xanadu, who sensed the girl could be more than she was.
She introduced Cassie to fortune telling and the world that normal mortals did not have the chance to enter. With time, and a lot of learning, Cassie soon tapped into the magic within herself, and soon went to seek guidance elsewhere. She has bounced around and has learned a lot before finding herself at "The House of Mysteries," mostly by accident. |
55,242 | 1,509 | 18 | 175 | 3,684 | Light was a bit surprised at how some of these people knew she was from the Void. She figured it was her eyes that gave it away, but most guess Abyss or Netherworld, not Void. Heck most don't even know or understand the Void. Oh well, no use crying about it. Though the invite to join a team to fight demons and stuff sounded interesting. It was probably far more fun than just wandering aimlessly for starters. Unlike Mr. detective ghost, Light wasn't as concerned as to why these two were here. She just asked to be nice.
"Yeah sure. Though I'll warn you, I get hungry very often and I eat a lot." Light said, flashing her teeth in a playful menacing smile. "Just make sure things are fun. I'm not into being bored." Walking over and leaning on air near Johnny, Light said. "What about you detective Casper? Wanna have some fun? Sounds like things are really boring for you so far." | Name: Light
Codename: "Just Light works. Unless someone comes up with a nickname I REALLY like."
Age:
"When asked I either say 24, or just say old. You lose track of time in the Void."
Gender: Female
Appearance: Light is a 5"6 tall pure white humanoid figure with a thin pear shaped frame. She has an overly large spherical head with short blue hair, no visible nose, very large black and yellow eyes, fin-looking ears, serrated beartrap like teeth, and an incredibly thin neck. She wears a blue tanktop with skinny biceps leading to larger forarms which flow into her nearly cartoonishly big hands which have long claw-like fingers attached to them. She has wide hips, which look even bigger due to the thin white dress like thing she has which covers her back down to her lower knees and covers her front down to her kneecaps, with the front having an M cut taken out of it. Her legs look normal, short of her having no feet, instead having her lower leg come to a sharp point where her foot would be.
Costume: "Costume? Why would I need one? Spandex doesn't work with my regeneration. Worse comes to worse I'll just wear a big trench-coat in public."
Powers/Abilities:
Void Bound: Being bound to the Void means that Light is considered 'empty' when visiting a world of reality. This makes her immune to reality warping attacks on a small scale or ones that directly harm her and makes general power dampening do nothing. She is also greatly resistant to time based attacks, and if attacked by someone on a different timeline, Light will attune herself to that timeline until the effect ends or her or the target is dead. She also has no soul, as that resides in the Void, and is immune to soul magic as a result. She is also ignored by enchantments that affect only certain groups, even if they would be beneficial to her, unless they're directed specifically at her. This means she can pick up enchanted objects that need a chosen one without being said chosen one, but gains no benefits from picking them up, and stuff like that. Though since she is considered 'empty', this also makes her very very unlucky as reality tends to dislike those that 'don't exist'.
Void Energy: Since Light is bound to the Void, her energy is replaced by Void energy. Void energy leaves a signel of 'emptiness' making scanning for her a bit different but still quite easy. Additionally if anything attempts to absorb Light's energy, they will instead lose their own energy at the absorption rate and be affected by Reality Siphon. This also gives her a small amount of magic resistance. Void beings are immune to the effects of Void energy.
Reality Siphon: Since Light is from the Void, she steals the reality of the physical world. Light gives off a 'creepy' feeling when touched as she steals away the reality of the object or person shes touching. When an object has lost some reality, it is unable to gain energy from other sources but itself until its reality is restored. When Light isn't touching something, it regains its reality back over a short period, which is faster for living objects. If an object loses all of its reality, it fades into the Void. Beings who can reality warp themselves have a massive resistance to this ability, as do massive or cosmic entities. Void beings are completely immune. This power can't be turned off and Light has no control over its intensity.
Regeneration: If an attack doesn't atomize Light (Or demolish her while she is affected by Silver), Light will fully regenerate from it after a short while. It doesn't matter what the injury was, even nasty ones such as having her mind shattered aren't permanent, if it hurts her and she lives through it, she will eventually 'hop back' in time to the point where she was most healthy, this happens all at once so sometimes it looks like Light just 'pops' back to a normal state. The only way to stop her from doing this is to wipe her out entirely, or bind her with Silver or attacks that do not do damage. This regeneration doesn't change her place inside space, so she'll still be in the same spot unless she was blown to bits, in which case she will regenerate from her head, or if that is unavailable, from the biggest piece of herself. She can still manipulate severed limbs for a short time after losing them unless they are severed using Iron or Silver. She doesn't age, nor does she bleed.
Demonic Strength: Light has enhanced strength that is tied to her emotions or determination. While she can lift quite a bit when in a neutral or happy state, she is weaker than a normal human when sad or bound by an object of reality. Since Light rarely gets angry, its unknown how strong she can become. Light also has greatly increased stamina and stamina recovery, meaning she takes awhile to get tired. Light's powers are weakened when attacking or being affected by something made of Iron or Silver, with Silver having a much greater effect.
Demonic Resilience: Upon taking damage from an attack, Light starts to gain resistances to whatever hurt her, and with enough damage, can become immune to attacks of that type. Physical blows take quite a while to gain resistances for, and Light can't gain a resistance to any attacks made using Silver or Iron, nor drug based attacks. If Light isn't forced to regenerate from a certain attack type after awhile, she will lose all resistances she built up against that damage type. Light's body will subtly morph to show what she is resistant to. Light can't become immune to attacks that do no damage, even if she is immune to that damage type.
Light adapts quickly to surrounding terrain if its harmful to her, and will keep these adaptations until she leaves that terrain for a time.
Pocket Space: Light can store objects inside a space inside her dress she calls 'pocket space'. Only inanimate objects can be stored here, and she can only store things that add up to thrice her size in total.
Void Slip: Light can punch small personal wormholes and use them to teleport to any place in her sights or an extremely familiar place such as a base, an exit hole appearing at the spot she wants to teleport to. Should this exit hole not be placed on a solid object, Light will have a notable delay before she comes out of it. Only Light and objects stored in her pocket space can travel through these holes. These holes stay open for only a brief time.
Natural Weapons: Light's fingers are tipped with sharp claws that let her slash things. She likewise has sharp teeth much like a shark or piranha and feet that come to very sharp points she can use as weapons. She can't use her claws to cut things very easily though if she can't get a good windup as they aren't serrated.
-Light takes extra damage from attacks based in reality, and due to this most attacks tend to send her flying, squash her as flat as a pancake, turn her to ash, and the like. She can also be knocked out fairly easily if she is hit with an attack she is not aware of, like if someone sneaks up on her and hits her in the back of the head or something.
-Light is incredibly unlucky and usually if something bad can happen, it will. Especially if it leads to slapstick.
-Light has an exceptionally difficult time escaping nets, ropes, being bound in general, and especially Duct Tape. While she can eventually work her way free of some of these, they take a crippling long amount of time for her to escape on her own. These things also negate her super strength.
-Light is very weak to drug based attacks and weapons and is very easy to knockout with something like knockout gas. Though at least this means she can get drunk easily if she wants to.
-Technology doesn't tend to work for Light for very long due to her Reality siphon stopping it from gaining power depending on the technology.
-Light can't use a vast majority of her powers if she is sad or depressed and regenerates much slower when in such a state.
-Light reacts very negatively to Silver and Iron. While she can't build a resistance to attacks made using Iron and loses some of her strength and stamina if being touched by it, Silver does that at a much greater effect, burns her, and stops her from regenerating as well.
-Light tends to not take things seriously, and doesn't care about most situations in general and is more concerned with having fun and making friends. Though this also means she stumbles into traps quite often and is careless in battle unless something is actually threatening.
-Unless she hates you, Light doesn't attack people unprovoked, and tends to be pretty pacifist unless she is forced to fight for one reason or another. Even then unless she feels she or one of her friends are threatened, she tends to take attacks for her friends or hug/annoy her enemies into submission. Though if shes fighting alone or told to be a distraction, she is a bit more aggressive and will fight to subdue. Just don't make her hate you. You really don't wanna have a bad time.
Small Bio: "Well, it was clear when a cult tried to summon something from the abyss, they didn't know what they were doing. The abyss and Void are totally different things! But it did give me an excuse to see one of the physical worlds once she got summoned. And those cultists really were off put when they expected some tentacled monster, and instead got an eerily cute fishy demon thing instead. Even more so when I ignored them and followed my nose, only needing to pummel them into submission when they started to get violent. It wasn't my fault the hot dog truck outside their apartment smelt delicious..." |
55,243 | 1,509 | 19 | 2,049 | 6,923 | It's funny how quickly a situation can change, for the better or for worse. One moment you could be in the midst of peace then the next chaos floods the room only to yet again be replaced with the bitter sweet tranquility of the aftermath. "Bah." That was too profound of a thought to describe the shit show that this turned into. Johnny had to admit he had been through some bizarre things in his career, but this business offer was defiantly up there. A fortune teller predicting that he would be here and that he should join a band of fellow supernatural vigilantes, for a lack of a better word, did throw the specter for a bit of a loop, but considering what he and his cohorts just did Johnny should be a bit more open minded.
"A team huh?" The living impaired detective pondered aloud as he considered the offer. It wasn't that he was opposed of working with others, he had done so in the past but his former partners usually were lacking in the pulse department much like himself. He looked over the group for a moment, his attention eventually being drawn by the little imp of a creature leaning next to him. He couldn't help but crook a brow and let out a smirk. "Kid in my line of work, boring is the best thing you could hope for." He said with a slight smirk before looking back to the others. "I don't see why not to work together, worse things have happened. Oh and as flattering as the Casper nickname is my name is Johnny, Johnny Doe." Johnny said as he crossed his arms. It was true that Johnny couldn't think of a reason not to, well not enough reasons, likewise the best way to watch a group of powerful people and keep them from running amuck was to watch from the inside. | "Hell of a feeling being dead... pun not intended."
Name
"Call me Johnny, Johnny Doe."
Codename
"Haunt, ironic I know."
Age
"Can't tell you to be completely honest, but my astral backside has been spooking folks for a little over seventy years now."
Gender
"I'm all man er rather what remains of a man."
Appearance
Johnny isn't that bad looking of a guy, well if you can get over the him being a ghost part that is. His skin is a off putting dark grey color with a slight blue tint to it due to the aura that emanates from him. He has raven black hair that much like his skin holds a bit of a blue coloration, his hair is normally messily slicked back in style. His eyes are completely and utterly white and give off a slight glow. He has a skull that seems to be painted on his face. As stated before Johnny gives off a type of aura that manifests itself as what looks like a blue colored mist that flows off of Johnny.
Costume
Johnny doesn't really have a need for the whole secret identity thing being dead and all, so he doesn't really have a costume. The clothes, if they can even be called that, that Johnny wears consists of a long sleeved button up shirt and tie under a vest and trench coat paired with a pair of slacks and loafers.
Powers/Abilities
Flight
Like all disembodied souls Johnny is not bound to the ground or the rules of gravity and can fly and float as he sees fit.
Invisibility
Johnny can completely disappear from the view of the naked eye, concealing his presence entirely.
Intangibility
Johnny doesn't have to worry about physical obstacles such as doors or walls seeing as he can pass right through them.
Possession
Johnny is able to overshadow and take control of the mind and body of the living, or even inanimate objects, though smarter or stronger willed individuals are a bit more challenging for him to control. He can apply this in more subtle ways by merely hoping into a person's body and leaving them in control and going along for the ride, though he can give them subtle thoughts that they will assume are there own or make them experience things that aren't really happening. While in this state Johnny experiences everything the person he is hiding in does, from what they see to what they think.
Apparition
Johnny is able to alter his spiritual projection to resemble anything from other people to things a bit more... monstrous.
Death Echo
Johnny is able to sense death near by, get faint visions of how the death occurred, and if their soul has yet to cross over to the other side even speak with the spirits of the recently deceased.
Specter Leap
Johnny can teleport short distances around himself, blinking around rather quickly in a fog.
Ghostly Presence
All the Traditional "poltergeist" shenanigans such as electronics going haywire, the temperature dropping below freezing, and tossing people and things around the room with a glance.
Spiritual Split
Unlike physical beings Johnny isn't restricted to only being in one place at single given time, he is able to split his consciousness into multiple parts effectively making duplicates of himself.
Wraith Wrath
Johnny can tap into the supernatural essence that make up his spiritual being and expel it in many forms of eerie blue energy. He has been seen releasing it in rapid fire blasts, concentrated explosive like bombs, whole waves, spinning disks, and many more. He can also construct protective constructs with it, creating reflective shields or even whole domes to protect others around him.
Banshee Screech
Probably one of his most powerful powers Johnny is able to unleash a supernatural wail that decimates both the minds and bodies of those around him, blowing away whole hordes of people and things.
Small Bio
"They say that you're suppose to see a bright light when it all comes to a end. That you get that last minute replay of your life then you move on to that bigger and better place in the sky... or you head in the other direction. Well I guess there is a third option because here I am and there is no salvation of sulfur in sight. Unlike a lot of your other deadbeats floating around on the astral plain I'm not moaning about some unfinished business that I have, namely because I don't remember if I even have any. Yeah, best thing about this whole situation is that I have no idea who I was before I started pushing up daisies. I could keep boring you with my ghost stories, but I'll cut to the chase. I've been dead for about seventy years now, wandering the world and for a lack of a better way of saying it trying to find myself. I have also tried my best to help out people here and there, just because I don't have a life doesn't mean I can't make other people's better." |
55,244 | 1,509 | 20 | 2,200 | 441 | Constantine walked with the team, going into the forest. "Boys and girls, welcome to your new home." He said, pointing to an old mansion. He opened the door, letting the group in.
The mansion held many different items, from Dr. Fate's helmet, to old looking spell books, and much more. Whenever someone tried to grab an item off the self, their hand would go right through the item.
"Sorry boys and gals. If you want something, you have to ask the house. If it's in a good mood, she'll give it to you." Constantine said.
"Great, a sentient house. Not creepy at all." Justin said.
Constantine took them to a map, and held up a coin. "The house will take you anywhere you want. But it's got a job of it's own. This coin will go on the map if there is something you lot need to look into. The house will then take you there." He told them. "Any questions?" He asked, looking around. "Also, there are plenty of rooms here, just be careful." He said. "You may get lost in the hallways. If that happens, just ask for help. The house might send you the right way. Or one of your teammates will hear you and come get you." He said. | Name: Justin Hunter
Codename: Dark Passenger
Age: 23
Gender: M
Powers/Abilities:
* Demonic Transformation: Justin has the ability to turn into "the other guy" by saying a magic phrase. Without saying the phrase, he cannot change, and won't have access to his other powers.
* Prehensile Tentacles: Justin's demon form has green tentacles that he can use to grab/hold things.
* Superhuman Strength: While changed, Justin is able to lift 5 tons with little to no issues.
* Superhuman Stamina/Durability: Justin takes much longer to feel fatigue, and cannot be harmed by normal human weapons/attacks.
* Regenerative Healing Factor: As stated above, Justin cannot be harmed by normal human attacks. If shot by a pistol, the bullet hole will regenerate, and same with being stabbed. However, spells, enchanted items, and powerful beings can harm him.
* Sin Perception: Justin is able to see the sins of people, and he judges people on it.
* Hellfire Manipulation: Justin has the ability to summon and manipulate hellfire.
* Mystical Weapon/Vehicle: Using his hellfire, Justin can change a weapon he is using, or a vehicle he is driving into a mystical version of itself.
* Enhanced Size: Using hellfire, Justin can increase his size. This will increase his strength, but since this takes a lot of focus and energy, he cannot use his other abilities while doing this.
* Blood Magic: Because of the ritual used to create him, Justin has spent a great deal of time learning blood magic. He is very capable of casting blood related spells, but only by using his on blood. He is still trying to learn to control other people's blood.
* Occult Knowledge/Spellcasting: Justin was trained by Constantine in the use of basic spell casting, and has high amounts of occult knowledge. Unlike his other abilities, Justin can cast his simple spells while human, and has learned that his spells become much more powerful when changed. Because of this, he is always on the lookout for new spells.
Small Bio: Justin grew up in a small town, and worked as a simple mechanic. One day, Justin went to the big city, for a night of fun. He spent the night drinking, and met two lovely girls, who gave him a good night. But when he awoke, he found himself in a chamber, chained to a table, to be sacrificed to Trigon. As the cult started, Raven and Constantine stopped them, slightly to late. The cult escaped, leaving the heroes to deal with the young man turning into a demon.
They clearly succeed, and Justin turned in the newest Dark Passenger. Moving into the "House of Mystery", the future base for Titans Dark, Justin spent a year learning to control his powers enough to live with normal people again. He went out on his own, a simple mission in mind. Hunt down the cult members who did this to him, and make them pay. |
55,245 | 1,509 | 21 | 1,261 | 789 | Cassie followed Constantine with the rest of the team, looking around as they headed towards a familiar looking mansion. She had been there once before, but had left. The House of Mysteries.
She looked around and paused in front of Dr. Fate's helmet, as well as the spell books, but she knew better than to touch. Their hands would pass through the object.
"Well, sentient house, but its not malicious." Cassie said. "Trust me, that's better than some places I've been."
Cassie watched as Constantine showed them the map and the coin, and raised an eyebrow. "So, we're living here now? Good think I always travel light." She laughed a bit at that and looked at the map and paused. So, they would be taking care of threats as they came up across the world. Interesting. She guessed that she couldn't be bouncing around as much as she use to for some time, which was fine by her. "Mmm so, is this the time we get to know one another better?" She chuckled a bit at that. | Name: Cassandra 'Cassie' LeQuardant
Codename: Hecate
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Powers/Abilities:
*Fortune Telling: Having been a former Protege of Madam Xanadu, Hecate can tell the future using Tarot Cards. She isn't the best at telling the future, as is usually vague, but can be highly spot on.
*Occult Knowledge: Having been taught by Madam X, and also with her own studies, she has quite the knowledge of the occult.
*Magic: Broad, but Hecate has several areas of expertise in Magic. Her areas are levitation, fire, earth, summoning. She casts magic useing her own power, runes and objects she stores her excess power in. Objects like her necklace.
*Summoning Magic: Is able to summon objects that she has either stored in a chest with a rune on it, or has the rune branded on it. The Rune is The Rune for Odin.
*Fae Sight: Having been touched by one of the Elder Folk, she can see through glamours and charms to see what an object or person is suppose to look like, even when hidden.
Small Bio: Cassie grew up in New York, always bothered by the feeling that something was off in the world. One day she stumbled by a shop with the words in the window: "Enter Freely and Be Unafraid." The girl wandered in and looked around, not sure why she was drawn to the shop. There, she met Madam Xanadu, who sensed the girl could be more than she was.
She introduced Cassie to fortune telling and the world that normal mortals did not have the chance to enter. With time, and a lot of learning, Cassie soon tapped into the magic within herself, and soon went to seek guidance elsewhere. She has bounced around and has learned a lot before finding herself at "The House of Mysteries," mostly by accident. |
55,246 | 1,509 | 22 | 175 | 3,684 | So, a walk out of the bar, into the nearby creepy forest, then coming up to a creepy house. Things were off to a good start! Even better, when it was explained that the house was alive due to magical shenanigans, Light couldn't help but make a joke. "So... We've been eaten by a sentient house. Not as bad as that trip to... what was it? Some really weird Eldridge place." she said, finishing with a half hearty half nervous laugh. "Well, as long as I'm getting food I have no objections."
As they moved around the house, a map system was explained. Apparently this magic map thingy is how the group was to get missions. For a magic house, it made sense. Not as pretty as a computer, but less prone to failing if Light wanted to browse the internet or whatnot. Once the group had finished their objectively short tour of the house, the warrior lady asked if everyone would explain themselves so as to have everyone learn about each other.
Light found a place to lean on and taking the initiative, said. "I'll ho first then I guess. I'm Light. From my eyes you can guess I'm from the Void. I love giving hugs, playing games, having fun, and I'm very open minded to trying new things." She started, ending with a wink.
"Just don't glue yourself to me for more than a few days. We don't want you fading into the Void, never to be seen again! I'm harmless beyond that though." She continued, giving a wide toothy smile. | Name: Light
Codename: "Just Light works. Unless someone comes up with a nickname I REALLY like."
Age:
"When asked I either say 24, or just say old. You lose track of time in the Void."
Gender: Female
Appearance: Light is a 5"6 tall pure white humanoid figure with a thin pear shaped frame. She has an overly large spherical head with short blue hair, no visible nose, very large black and yellow eyes, fin-looking ears, serrated beartrap like teeth, and an incredibly thin neck. She wears a blue tanktop with skinny biceps leading to larger forarms which flow into her nearly cartoonishly big hands which have long claw-like fingers attached to them. She has wide hips, which look even bigger due to the thin white dress like thing she has which covers her back down to her lower knees and covers her front down to her kneecaps, with the front having an M cut taken out of it. Her legs look normal, short of her having no feet, instead having her lower leg come to a sharp point where her foot would be.
Costume: "Costume? Why would I need one? Spandex doesn't work with my regeneration. Worse comes to worse I'll just wear a big trench-coat in public."
Powers/Abilities:
Void Bound: Being bound to the Void means that Light is considered 'empty' when visiting a world of reality. This makes her immune to reality warping attacks on a small scale or ones that directly harm her and makes general power dampening do nothing. She is also greatly resistant to time based attacks, and if attacked by someone on a different timeline, Light will attune herself to that timeline until the effect ends or her or the target is dead. She also has no soul, as that resides in the Void, and is immune to soul magic as a result. She is also ignored by enchantments that affect only certain groups, even if they would be beneficial to her, unless they're directed specifically at her. This means she can pick up enchanted objects that need a chosen one without being said chosen one, but gains no benefits from picking them up, and stuff like that. Though since she is considered 'empty', this also makes her very very unlucky as reality tends to dislike those that 'don't exist'.
Void Energy: Since Light is bound to the Void, her energy is replaced by Void energy. Void energy leaves a signel of 'emptiness' making scanning for her a bit different but still quite easy. Additionally if anything attempts to absorb Light's energy, they will instead lose their own energy at the absorption rate and be affected by Reality Siphon. This also gives her a small amount of magic resistance. Void beings are immune to the effects of Void energy.
Reality Siphon: Since Light is from the Void, she steals the reality of the physical world. Light gives off a 'creepy' feeling when touched as she steals away the reality of the object or person shes touching. When an object has lost some reality, it is unable to gain energy from other sources but itself until its reality is restored. When Light isn't touching something, it regains its reality back over a short period, which is faster for living objects. If an object loses all of its reality, it fades into the Void. Beings who can reality warp themselves have a massive resistance to this ability, as do massive or cosmic entities. Void beings are completely immune. This power can't be turned off and Light has no control over its intensity.
Regeneration: If an attack doesn't atomize Light (Or demolish her while she is affected by Silver), Light will fully regenerate from it after a short while. It doesn't matter what the injury was, even nasty ones such as having her mind shattered aren't permanent, if it hurts her and she lives through it, she will eventually 'hop back' in time to the point where she was most healthy, this happens all at once so sometimes it looks like Light just 'pops' back to a normal state. The only way to stop her from doing this is to wipe her out entirely, or bind her with Silver or attacks that do not do damage. This regeneration doesn't change her place inside space, so she'll still be in the same spot unless she was blown to bits, in which case she will regenerate from her head, or if that is unavailable, from the biggest piece of herself. She can still manipulate severed limbs for a short time after losing them unless they are severed using Iron or Silver. She doesn't age, nor does she bleed.
Demonic Strength: Light has enhanced strength that is tied to her emotions or determination. While she can lift quite a bit when in a neutral or happy state, she is weaker than a normal human when sad or bound by an object of reality. Since Light rarely gets angry, its unknown how strong she can become. Light also has greatly increased stamina and stamina recovery, meaning she takes awhile to get tired. Light's powers are weakened when attacking or being affected by something made of Iron or Silver, with Silver having a much greater effect.
Demonic Resilience: Upon taking damage from an attack, Light starts to gain resistances to whatever hurt her, and with enough damage, can become immune to attacks of that type. Physical blows take quite a while to gain resistances for, and Light can't gain a resistance to any attacks made using Silver or Iron, nor drug based attacks. If Light isn't forced to regenerate from a certain attack type after awhile, she will lose all resistances she built up against that damage type. Light's body will subtly morph to show what she is resistant to. Light can't become immune to attacks that do no damage, even if she is immune to that damage type.
Light adapts quickly to surrounding terrain if its harmful to her, and will keep these adaptations until she leaves that terrain for a time.
Pocket Space: Light can store objects inside a space inside her dress she calls 'pocket space'. Only inanimate objects can be stored here, and she can only store things that add up to thrice her size in total.
Void Slip: Light can punch small personal wormholes and use them to teleport to any place in her sights or an extremely familiar place such as a base, an exit hole appearing at the spot she wants to teleport to. Should this exit hole not be placed on a solid object, Light will have a notable delay before she comes out of it. Only Light and objects stored in her pocket space can travel through these holes. These holes stay open for only a brief time.
Natural Weapons: Light's fingers are tipped with sharp claws that let her slash things. She likewise has sharp teeth much like a shark or piranha and feet that come to very sharp points she can use as weapons. She can't use her claws to cut things very easily though if she can't get a good windup as they aren't serrated.
-Light takes extra damage from attacks based in reality, and due to this most attacks tend to send her flying, squash her as flat as a pancake, turn her to ash, and the like. She can also be knocked out fairly easily if she is hit with an attack she is not aware of, like if someone sneaks up on her and hits her in the back of the head or something.
-Light is incredibly unlucky and usually if something bad can happen, it will. Especially if it leads to slapstick.
-Light has an exceptionally difficult time escaping nets, ropes, being bound in general, and especially Duct Tape. While she can eventually work her way free of some of these, they take a crippling long amount of time for her to escape on her own. These things also negate her super strength.
-Light is very weak to drug based attacks and weapons and is very easy to knockout with something like knockout gas. Though at least this means she can get drunk easily if she wants to.
-Technology doesn't tend to work for Light for very long due to her Reality siphon stopping it from gaining power depending on the technology.
-Light can't use a vast majority of her powers if she is sad or depressed and regenerates much slower when in such a state.
-Light reacts very negatively to Silver and Iron. While she can't build a resistance to attacks made using Iron and loses some of her strength and stamina if being touched by it, Silver does that at a much greater effect, burns her, and stops her from regenerating as well.
-Light tends to not take things seriously, and doesn't care about most situations in general and is more concerned with having fun and making friends. Though this also means she stumbles into traps quite often and is careless in battle unless something is actually threatening.
-Unless she hates you, Light doesn't attack people unprovoked, and tends to be pretty pacifist unless she is forced to fight for one reason or another. Even then unless she feels she or one of her friends are threatened, she tends to take attacks for her friends or hug/annoy her enemies into submission. Though if shes fighting alone or told to be a distraction, she is a bit more aggressive and will fight to subdue. Just don't make her hate you. You really don't wanna have a bad time.
Small Bio: "Well, it was clear when a cult tried to summon something from the abyss, they didn't know what they were doing. The abyss and Void are totally different things! But it did give me an excuse to see one of the physical worlds once she got summoned. And those cultists really were off put when they expected some tentacled monster, and instead got an eerily cute fishy demon thing instead. Even more so when I ignored them and followed my nose, only needing to pummel them into submission when they started to get violent. It wasn't my fault the hot dog truck outside their apartment smelt delicious..." |
55,247 | 1,509 | 23 | 2,049 | 6,923 | Johnny was already starting to see just how wild that this new team that he decided to join was going to be. Out of the demon infested bar of a pan and into the living transdimensional house of the fire the specter hero thought to himself as he walked along with the tour. He had to admit he was pretty impress with the place, Johnny had seen his share of occult items in his decades of unlife but this place was defiantly something he had to take note of. The last time he had seen this large of a magical arsenal it was in the hands of a mad cult bent on releasing some demon lord, but that was neither here nor there.
It seemed that the tour was coming to a end and that the group was moving more onto a show and tell portion, Johnny couldn't help but smirk slightly at the thought that it didn't matter how much time went by the simple things always remained the same. The small void dweller went first and much to the ghost's liking she kept things simple, Johnny never had a thing for the theatrics that a lot of the otherworldly tended towards. Once she finished Johnny stepped forward, well floated forward. "Like I said back at the bar my names Johnny, Johnny Doe, but when on the job I go by Haunt. And as you may have guessed I'm dead, have been for awhile." | "Hell of a feeling being dead... pun not intended."
Name
"Call me Johnny, Johnny Doe."
Codename
"Haunt, ironic I know."
Age
"Can't tell you to be completely honest, but my astral backside has been spooking folks for a little over seventy years now."
Gender
"I'm all man er rather what remains of a man."
Appearance
Johnny isn't that bad looking of a guy, well if you can get over the him being a ghost part that is. His skin is a off putting dark grey color with a slight blue tint to it due to the aura that emanates from him. He has raven black hair that much like his skin holds a bit of a blue coloration, his hair is normally messily slicked back in style. His eyes are completely and utterly white and give off a slight glow. He has a skull that seems to be painted on his face. As stated before Johnny gives off a type of aura that manifests itself as what looks like a blue colored mist that flows off of Johnny.
Costume
Johnny doesn't really have a need for the whole secret identity thing being dead and all, so he doesn't really have a costume. The clothes, if they can even be called that, that Johnny wears consists of a long sleeved button up shirt and tie under a vest and trench coat paired with a pair of slacks and loafers.
Powers/Abilities
Flight
Like all disembodied souls Johnny is not bound to the ground or the rules of gravity and can fly and float as he sees fit.
Invisibility
Johnny can completely disappear from the view of the naked eye, concealing his presence entirely.
Intangibility
Johnny doesn't have to worry about physical obstacles such as doors or walls seeing as he can pass right through them.
Possession
Johnny is able to overshadow and take control of the mind and body of the living, or even inanimate objects, though smarter or stronger willed individuals are a bit more challenging for him to control. He can apply this in more subtle ways by merely hoping into a person's body and leaving them in control and going along for the ride, though he can give them subtle thoughts that they will assume are there own or make them experience things that aren't really happening. While in this state Johnny experiences everything the person he is hiding in does, from what they see to what they think.
Apparition
Johnny is able to alter his spiritual projection to resemble anything from other people to things a bit more... monstrous.
Death Echo
Johnny is able to sense death near by, get faint visions of how the death occurred, and if their soul has yet to cross over to the other side even speak with the spirits of the recently deceased.
Specter Leap
Johnny can teleport short distances around himself, blinking around rather quickly in a fog.
Ghostly Presence
All the Traditional "poltergeist" shenanigans such as electronics going haywire, the temperature dropping below freezing, and tossing people and things around the room with a glance.
Spiritual Split
Unlike physical beings Johnny isn't restricted to only being in one place at single given time, he is able to split his consciousness into multiple parts effectively making duplicates of himself.
Wraith Wrath
Johnny can tap into the supernatural essence that make up his spiritual being and expel it in many forms of eerie blue energy. He has been seen releasing it in rapid fire blasts, concentrated explosive like bombs, whole waves, spinning disks, and many more. He can also construct protective constructs with it, creating reflective shields or even whole domes to protect others around him.
Banshee Screech
Probably one of his most powerful powers Johnny is able to unleash a supernatural wail that decimates both the minds and bodies of those around him, blowing away whole hordes of people and things.
Small Bio
"They say that you're suppose to see a bright light when it all comes to a end. That you get that last minute replay of your life then you move on to that bigger and better place in the sky... or you head in the other direction. Well I guess there is a third option because here I am and there is no salvation of sulfur in sight. Unlike a lot of your other deadbeats floating around on the astral plain I'm not moaning about some unfinished business that I have, namely because I don't remember if I even have any. Yeah, best thing about this whole situation is that I have no idea who I was before I started pushing up daisies. I could keep boring you with my ghost stories, but I'll cut to the chase. I've been dead for about seventy years now, wandering the world and for a lack of a better way of saying it trying to find myself. I have also tried my best to help out people here and there, just because I don't have a life doesn't mean I can't make other people's better." |
55,248 | 1,509 | 24 | 2,200 | 441 | Wait? Your a ghost? Justin asked, sarcastically with a smile. "I never would have guessed. I mean, it's not like you can float, turn invisible, or do any other ghost like things." He said, then stepped forward.
"I'm Justin. The human side of this messed up coin." He said, looking slightly at Cassie. "And the good looking side." He chuckled abit. "If I say a magical phrase, I turn into the being known as Dark Passenger. He is, well," he tried to think of the right word, "kind of a dick." He finally said.
"I could have told you that." Constantine said as he started pouring drinks.
"Bite me Hellblazer." Justin said and looked at the group. "Now, I'm more than happy to help with the team. But I have my own mission going on, and if I get a chance to work on my mission, I'm going to do that." He told them. "Also, I like holding hands, long walks on the beach, and romantic comedies." He told them with a slight smile. | Name: Justin Hunter
Codename: Dark Passenger
Age: 23
Gender: M
Powers/Abilities:
* Demonic Transformation: Justin has the ability to turn into "the other guy" by saying a magic phrase. Without saying the phrase, he cannot change, and won't have access to his other powers.
* Prehensile Tentacles: Justin's demon form has green tentacles that he can use to grab/hold things.
* Superhuman Strength: While changed, Justin is able to lift 5 tons with little to no issues.
* Superhuman Stamina/Durability: Justin takes much longer to feel fatigue, and cannot be harmed by normal human weapons/attacks.
* Regenerative Healing Factor: As stated above, Justin cannot be harmed by normal human attacks. If shot by a pistol, the bullet hole will regenerate, and same with being stabbed. However, spells, enchanted items, and powerful beings can harm him.
* Sin Perception: Justin is able to see the sins of people, and he judges people on it.
* Hellfire Manipulation: Justin has the ability to summon and manipulate hellfire.
* Mystical Weapon/Vehicle: Using his hellfire, Justin can change a weapon he is using, or a vehicle he is driving into a mystical version of itself.
* Enhanced Size: Using hellfire, Justin can increase his size. This will increase his strength, but since this takes a lot of focus and energy, he cannot use his other abilities while doing this.
* Blood Magic: Because of the ritual used to create him, Justin has spent a great deal of time learning blood magic. He is very capable of casting blood related spells, but only by using his on blood. He is still trying to learn to control other people's blood.
* Occult Knowledge/Spellcasting: Justin was trained by Constantine in the use of basic spell casting, and has high amounts of occult knowledge. Unlike his other abilities, Justin can cast his simple spells while human, and has learned that his spells become much more powerful when changed. Because of this, he is always on the lookout for new spells.
Small Bio: Justin grew up in a small town, and worked as a simple mechanic. One day, Justin went to the big city, for a night of fun. He spent the night drinking, and met two lovely girls, who gave him a good night. But when he awoke, he found himself in a chamber, chained to a table, to be sacrificed to Trigon. As the cult started, Raven and Constantine stopped them, slightly to late. The cult escaped, leaving the heroes to deal with the young man turning into a demon.
They clearly succeed, and Justin turned in the newest Dark Passenger. Moving into the "House of Mystery", the future base for Titans Dark, Justin spent a year learning to control his powers enough to live with normal people again. He went out on his own, a simple mission in mind. Hunt down the cult members who did this to him, and make them pay. |
55,249 | 1,509 | 25 | 1,261 | 789 | Cassie rolled her eyes at Justin as he replied so sarcastically to everyone. "Pleasure meeting you both, Light and Johnny. I'm Cassie when I'm like this, and when I'm in costume, please call me Hecate. I'm what some may call a witch, or magician, but I prefer to call myself a woman of many talents."
She gently nudge Justin as he said he was the good looking side. "Sadly, this knuckle head and I have met before. There are not that many of us humans who stumble into the occult. Sometimes by accident, sometimes guided." She shrugged a bit at that and seemed to relax a bit as Justin and Constantine had their little exchange.
"Light, no offense, but how did you get here? I mean the Void is accessible from our realm yes, but it is rare that a creature from the Void chooses to make a home in this realm. I mean it takes either a serious mistake or serious intent to breech that veil." She paused for a moment, and it was obvious to everyone else that the gears were turning in the woman's head before she sighed and shrugged. "Well, either way, glad to meet you both, as I said before."
"Justin, this isn't a dating profile." She rolled her eyes again at his last comment. | Name: Cassandra 'Cassie' LeQuardant
Codename: Hecate
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Powers/Abilities:
*Fortune Telling: Having been a former Protege of Madam Xanadu, Hecate can tell the future using Tarot Cards. She isn't the best at telling the future, as is usually vague, but can be highly spot on.
*Occult Knowledge: Having been taught by Madam X, and also with her own studies, she has quite the knowledge of the occult.
*Magic: Broad, but Hecate has several areas of expertise in Magic. Her areas are levitation, fire, earth, summoning. She casts magic useing her own power, runes and objects she stores her excess power in. Objects like her necklace.
*Summoning Magic: Is able to summon objects that she has either stored in a chest with a rune on it, or has the rune branded on it. The Rune is The Rune for Odin.
*Fae Sight: Having been touched by one of the Elder Folk, she can see through glamours and charms to see what an object or person is suppose to look like, even when hidden.
Small Bio: Cassie grew up in New York, always bothered by the feeling that something was off in the world. One day she stumbled by a shop with the words in the window: "Enter Freely and Be Unafraid." The girl wandered in and looked around, not sure why she was drawn to the shop. There, she met Madam Xanadu, who sensed the girl could be more than she was.
She introduced Cassie to fortune telling and the world that normal mortals did not have the chance to enter. With time, and a lot of learning, Cassie soon tapped into the magic within herself, and soon went to seek guidance elsewhere. She has bounced around and has learned a lot before finding herself at "The House of Mysteries," mostly by accident. |
55,250 | 1,509 | 26 | 175 | 3,684 | Neat. Anime girl, John Doe's ghost, and an old married couple. Add in the demonic fish lady dancer and we have all the things for some weird sitcom. Light said after the others finished their introductions. While the ghost was to the point, the others were at least a little more trusting to tell some things about themselves. Cassie was the inquisitive of the 3 it seemed though,a s she was the one that asked how Light got here in the first place. Beings from the Void tended not to enter worlds on their own unless there was some huge problem or they wanted to eat the world itself.
"Oh thats easy. Botched summon. Things aren't always super complex." Light said. Leaning on Cassie in a one armed hug, she continued "And wouldn't you wanna have some fun from time to time? Pretty sure Mr. Hyde over there has a thiiing for you!". Poking Cassie a bit on her cheeks, Light laughed as she let go of her and made her way over to a nearby table on which she sat. "So... What now." | Name: Light
Codename: "Just Light works. Unless someone comes up with a nickname I REALLY like."
Age:
"When asked I either say 24, or just say old. You lose track of time in the Void."
Gender: Female
Appearance: Light is a 5"6 tall pure white humanoid figure with a thin pear shaped frame. She has an overly large spherical head with short blue hair, no visible nose, very large black and yellow eyes, fin-looking ears, serrated beartrap like teeth, and an incredibly thin neck. She wears a blue tanktop with skinny biceps leading to larger forarms which flow into her nearly cartoonishly big hands which have long claw-like fingers attached to them. She has wide hips, which look even bigger due to the thin white dress like thing she has which covers her back down to her lower knees and covers her front down to her kneecaps, with the front having an M cut taken out of it. Her legs look normal, short of her having no feet, instead having her lower leg come to a sharp point where her foot would be.
Costume: "Costume? Why would I need one? Spandex doesn't work with my regeneration. Worse comes to worse I'll just wear a big trench-coat in public."
Powers/Abilities:
Void Bound: Being bound to the Void means that Light is considered 'empty' when visiting a world of reality. This makes her immune to reality warping attacks on a small scale or ones that directly harm her and makes general power dampening do nothing. She is also greatly resistant to time based attacks, and if attacked by someone on a different timeline, Light will attune herself to that timeline until the effect ends or her or the target is dead. She also has no soul, as that resides in the Void, and is immune to soul magic as a result. She is also ignored by enchantments that affect only certain groups, even if they would be beneficial to her, unless they're directed specifically at her. This means she can pick up enchanted objects that need a chosen one without being said chosen one, but gains no benefits from picking them up, and stuff like that. Though since she is considered 'empty', this also makes her very very unlucky as reality tends to dislike those that 'don't exist'.
Void Energy: Since Light is bound to the Void, her energy is replaced by Void energy. Void energy leaves a signel of 'emptiness' making scanning for her a bit different but still quite easy. Additionally if anything attempts to absorb Light's energy, they will instead lose their own energy at the absorption rate and be affected by Reality Siphon. This also gives her a small amount of magic resistance. Void beings are immune to the effects of Void energy.
Reality Siphon: Since Light is from the Void, she steals the reality of the physical world. Light gives off a 'creepy' feeling when touched as she steals away the reality of the object or person shes touching. When an object has lost some reality, it is unable to gain energy from other sources but itself until its reality is restored. When Light isn't touching something, it regains its reality back over a short period, which is faster for living objects. If an object loses all of its reality, it fades into the Void. Beings who can reality warp themselves have a massive resistance to this ability, as do massive or cosmic entities. Void beings are completely immune. This power can't be turned off and Light has no control over its intensity.
Regeneration: If an attack doesn't atomize Light (Or demolish her while she is affected by Silver), Light will fully regenerate from it after a short while. It doesn't matter what the injury was, even nasty ones such as having her mind shattered aren't permanent, if it hurts her and she lives through it, she will eventually 'hop back' in time to the point where she was most healthy, this happens all at once so sometimes it looks like Light just 'pops' back to a normal state. The only way to stop her from doing this is to wipe her out entirely, or bind her with Silver or attacks that do not do damage. This regeneration doesn't change her place inside space, so she'll still be in the same spot unless she was blown to bits, in which case she will regenerate from her head, or if that is unavailable, from the biggest piece of herself. She can still manipulate severed limbs for a short time after losing them unless they are severed using Iron or Silver. She doesn't age, nor does she bleed.
Demonic Strength: Light has enhanced strength that is tied to her emotions or determination. While she can lift quite a bit when in a neutral or happy state, she is weaker than a normal human when sad or bound by an object of reality. Since Light rarely gets angry, its unknown how strong she can become. Light also has greatly increased stamina and stamina recovery, meaning she takes awhile to get tired. Light's powers are weakened when attacking or being affected by something made of Iron or Silver, with Silver having a much greater effect.
Demonic Resilience: Upon taking damage from an attack, Light starts to gain resistances to whatever hurt her, and with enough damage, can become immune to attacks of that type. Physical blows take quite a while to gain resistances for, and Light can't gain a resistance to any attacks made using Silver or Iron, nor drug based attacks. If Light isn't forced to regenerate from a certain attack type after awhile, she will lose all resistances she built up against that damage type. Light's body will subtly morph to show what she is resistant to. Light can't become immune to attacks that do no damage, even if she is immune to that damage type.
Light adapts quickly to surrounding terrain if its harmful to her, and will keep these adaptations until she leaves that terrain for a time.
Pocket Space: Light can store objects inside a space inside her dress she calls 'pocket space'. Only inanimate objects can be stored here, and she can only store things that add up to thrice her size in total.
Void Slip: Light can punch small personal wormholes and use them to teleport to any place in her sights or an extremely familiar place such as a base, an exit hole appearing at the spot she wants to teleport to. Should this exit hole not be placed on a solid object, Light will have a notable delay before she comes out of it. Only Light and objects stored in her pocket space can travel through these holes. These holes stay open for only a brief time.
Natural Weapons: Light's fingers are tipped with sharp claws that let her slash things. She likewise has sharp teeth much like a shark or piranha and feet that come to very sharp points she can use as weapons. She can't use her claws to cut things very easily though if she can't get a good windup as they aren't serrated.
-Light takes extra damage from attacks based in reality, and due to this most attacks tend to send her flying, squash her as flat as a pancake, turn her to ash, and the like. She can also be knocked out fairly easily if she is hit with an attack she is not aware of, like if someone sneaks up on her and hits her in the back of the head or something.
-Light is incredibly unlucky and usually if something bad can happen, it will. Especially if it leads to slapstick.
-Light has an exceptionally difficult time escaping nets, ropes, being bound in general, and especially Duct Tape. While she can eventually work her way free of some of these, they take a crippling long amount of time for her to escape on her own. These things also negate her super strength.
-Light is very weak to drug based attacks and weapons and is very easy to knockout with something like knockout gas. Though at least this means she can get drunk easily if she wants to.
-Technology doesn't tend to work for Light for very long due to her Reality siphon stopping it from gaining power depending on the technology.
-Light can't use a vast majority of her powers if she is sad or depressed and regenerates much slower when in such a state.
-Light reacts very negatively to Silver and Iron. While she can't build a resistance to attacks made using Iron and loses some of her strength and stamina if being touched by it, Silver does that at a much greater effect, burns her, and stops her from regenerating as well.
-Light tends to not take things seriously, and doesn't care about most situations in general and is more concerned with having fun and making friends. Though this also means she stumbles into traps quite often and is careless in battle unless something is actually threatening.
-Unless she hates you, Light doesn't attack people unprovoked, and tends to be pretty pacifist unless she is forced to fight for one reason or another. Even then unless she feels she or one of her friends are threatened, she tends to take attacks for her friends or hug/annoy her enemies into submission. Though if shes fighting alone or told to be a distraction, she is a bit more aggressive and will fight to subdue. Just don't make her hate you. You really don't wanna have a bad time.
Small Bio: "Well, it was clear when a cult tried to summon something from the abyss, they didn't know what they were doing. The abyss and Void are totally different things! But it did give me an excuse to see one of the physical worlds once she got summoned. And those cultists really were off put when they expected some tentacled monster, and instead got an eerily cute fishy demon thing instead. Even more so when I ignored them and followed my nose, only needing to pummel them into submission when they started to get violent. It wasn't my fault the hot dog truck outside their apartment smelt delicious..." |
55,251 | 1,509 | 27 | 2,049 | 6,923 | Oh sarcasm, the truest form of humor. Quite the fiery one you are eh hot head? Johnny said as a response to the young man's stellar description of his person. Johnny listened as the rest of their group gave their descriptions of themselves, like Johnny thought this was turning out to be quite the cast of characters. For the most part they seemed like a reliable group if a bit strange, but he wasn't the one to cast judgement on being different.
Johnny's attention was grabbed by Light's description as to why she came to this plane of existence, pure boredom can make people do crazy things it would seem. He also couldn't but chuckle at the imp's jab at the two young sweethearts and what looked like their ongoing lovers' feud. "I would assume we ask the house if there is anything we need to do, always good to get a job started yeah?" Johnny said to Light's question. | "Hell of a feeling being dead... pun not intended."
Name
"Call me Johnny, Johnny Doe."
Codename
"Haunt, ironic I know."
Age
"Can't tell you to be completely honest, but my astral backside has been spooking folks for a little over seventy years now."
Gender
"I'm all man er rather what remains of a man."
Appearance
Johnny isn't that bad looking of a guy, well if you can get over the him being a ghost part that is. His skin is a off putting dark grey color with a slight blue tint to it due to the aura that emanates from him. He has raven black hair that much like his skin holds a bit of a blue coloration, his hair is normally messily slicked back in style. His eyes are completely and utterly white and give off a slight glow. He has a skull that seems to be painted on his face. As stated before Johnny gives off a type of aura that manifests itself as what looks like a blue colored mist that flows off of Johnny.
Costume
Johnny doesn't really have a need for the whole secret identity thing being dead and all, so he doesn't really have a costume. The clothes, if they can even be called that, that Johnny wears consists of a long sleeved button up shirt and tie under a vest and trench coat paired with a pair of slacks and loafers.
Powers/Abilities
Flight
Like all disembodied souls Johnny is not bound to the ground or the rules of gravity and can fly and float as he sees fit.
Invisibility
Johnny can completely disappear from the view of the naked eye, concealing his presence entirely.
Intangibility
Johnny doesn't have to worry about physical obstacles such as doors or walls seeing as he can pass right through them.
Possession
Johnny is able to overshadow and take control of the mind and body of the living, or even inanimate objects, though smarter or stronger willed individuals are a bit more challenging for him to control. He can apply this in more subtle ways by merely hoping into a person's body and leaving them in control and going along for the ride, though he can give them subtle thoughts that they will assume are there own or make them experience things that aren't really happening. While in this state Johnny experiences everything the person he is hiding in does, from what they see to what they think.
Apparition
Johnny is able to alter his spiritual projection to resemble anything from other people to things a bit more... monstrous.
Death Echo
Johnny is able to sense death near by, get faint visions of how the death occurred, and if their soul has yet to cross over to the other side even speak with the spirits of the recently deceased.
Specter Leap
Johnny can teleport short distances around himself, blinking around rather quickly in a fog.
Ghostly Presence
All the Traditional "poltergeist" shenanigans such as electronics going haywire, the temperature dropping below freezing, and tossing people and things around the room with a glance.
Spiritual Split
Unlike physical beings Johnny isn't restricted to only being in one place at single given time, he is able to split his consciousness into multiple parts effectively making duplicates of himself.
Wraith Wrath
Johnny can tap into the supernatural essence that make up his spiritual being and expel it in many forms of eerie blue energy. He has been seen releasing it in rapid fire blasts, concentrated explosive like bombs, whole waves, spinning disks, and many more. He can also construct protective constructs with it, creating reflective shields or even whole domes to protect others around him.
Banshee Screech
Probably one of his most powerful powers Johnny is able to unleash a supernatural wail that decimates both the minds and bodies of those around him, blowing away whole hordes of people and things.
Small Bio
"They say that you're suppose to see a bright light when it all comes to a end. That you get that last minute replay of your life then you move on to that bigger and better place in the sky... or you head in the other direction. Well I guess there is a third option because here I am and there is no salvation of sulfur in sight. Unlike a lot of your other deadbeats floating around on the astral plain I'm not moaning about some unfinished business that I have, namely because I don't remember if I even have any. Yeah, best thing about this whole situation is that I have no idea who I was before I started pushing up daisies. I could keep boring you with my ghost stories, but I'll cut to the chase. I've been dead for about seventy years now, wandering the world and for a lack of a better way of saying it trying to find myself. I have also tried my best to help out people here and there, just because I don't have a life doesn't mean I can't make other people's better." |
55,252 | 1,509 | 28 | 2,200 | 441 | Justin smiled at the comments, rolling his eyes. "Well, if you wanna learn more about Dark Passenger, you'll have to ask him. We are two different people, believe it or not." He said with a shrug. "What, you think I have a thing for the fortune teller?" He asked and laughed. "What makes you think I don't have a thing for void beings? Or ghost?" He asked, walking over to the map. The coin was spinning on the desk, so everything seemed to be okay, for now.
"Guess we can find our rooms. You guys go pick, I'll keep an eye on the," that's when the coin jumped off the desk, and landed on the map. They heard the house creek, and the forest they had been at was now replaced by the ocean, the smell of saltwater in the air. Justin looked at the crew, then walked to the door, opening it.
"Guys, I don't think we are in Kansas anymore." He said as he looked around. "This is odd. No towns, people, hell I barely see a road." He said and walked out of the house, looking around. "Why would we be brought here?" He muttered, then looked back at the house. "It's okay kids, daddy scared the monsters away." He called.
Up the beach abit, they could see the outline of a man. He would bend down to look at something, take a picture, and then it looked like he would write something down. | Name: Justin Hunter
Codename: Dark Passenger
Age: 23
Gender: M
Powers/Abilities:
* Demonic Transformation: Justin has the ability to turn into "the other guy" by saying a magic phrase. Without saying the phrase, he cannot change, and won't have access to his other powers.
* Prehensile Tentacles: Justin's demon form has green tentacles that he can use to grab/hold things.
* Superhuman Strength: While changed, Justin is able to lift 5 tons with little to no issues.
* Superhuman Stamina/Durability: Justin takes much longer to feel fatigue, and cannot be harmed by normal human weapons/attacks.
* Regenerative Healing Factor: As stated above, Justin cannot be harmed by normal human attacks. If shot by a pistol, the bullet hole will regenerate, and same with being stabbed. However, spells, enchanted items, and powerful beings can harm him.
* Sin Perception: Justin is able to see the sins of people, and he judges people on it.
* Hellfire Manipulation: Justin has the ability to summon and manipulate hellfire.
* Mystical Weapon/Vehicle: Using his hellfire, Justin can change a weapon he is using, or a vehicle he is driving into a mystical version of itself.
* Enhanced Size: Using hellfire, Justin can increase his size. This will increase his strength, but since this takes a lot of focus and energy, he cannot use his other abilities while doing this.
* Blood Magic: Because of the ritual used to create him, Justin has spent a great deal of time learning blood magic. He is very capable of casting blood related spells, but only by using his on blood. He is still trying to learn to control other people's blood.
* Occult Knowledge/Spellcasting: Justin was trained by Constantine in the use of basic spell casting, and has high amounts of occult knowledge. Unlike his other abilities, Justin can cast his simple spells while human, and has learned that his spells become much more powerful when changed. Because of this, he is always on the lookout for new spells.
Small Bio: Justin grew up in a small town, and worked as a simple mechanic. One day, Justin went to the big city, for a night of fun. He spent the night drinking, and met two lovely girls, who gave him a good night. But when he awoke, he found himself in a chamber, chained to a table, to be sacrificed to Trigon. As the cult started, Raven and Constantine stopped them, slightly to late. The cult escaped, leaving the heroes to deal with the young man turning into a demon.
They clearly succeed, and Justin turned in the newest Dark Passenger. Moving into the "House of Mystery", the future base for Titans Dark, Justin spent a year learning to control his powers enough to live with normal people again. He went out on his own, a simple mission in mind. Hunt down the cult members who did this to him, and make them pay. |
55,253 | 1,509 | 29 | 1,261 | 789 | Old married couple? Cassie had to raise her eyebrow at Light's comment. Was she referring to her and Justin? Her thoughts were confirmed when Light suggested that he had a thing for her, which made her laugh a bit. "Oh goodness no. He's just a flirt. Of course whom he flirts with changes like the rising and setting of the sun. Also, witch first, sometimes fortune teller second." She rolled her eyes a bit.
"Botched summoning huh? If you ever want to go home, I could try to find a way to reverse it, but it would take me some time to learn, and that is only if you really want to go back," Cassie addressed Light before stretching for a moment and then turning to walk away.
"Yeah, I suppose we can ask the house if we have a job, but for now..." Any thought Cassie had was interrupted by the coin jumping off the desk and landing on the map. "So much for decorating my room."
"It brought us here because we're needed here, or did you nap while Constantine was talking?" She sighed a bit as she walked out of the door and looked around. She had a bad feeling, since she could smell the ocean and there was a man there. "I suppose we should check and see what he's doing before he accidentally summons something, or wakes up an elder being." She sighed and headed down the beach a bit and waved. "Hello!" | Name: Cassandra 'Cassie' LeQuardant
Codename: Hecate
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Powers/Abilities:
*Fortune Telling: Having been a former Protege of Madam Xanadu, Hecate can tell the future using Tarot Cards. She isn't the best at telling the future, as is usually vague, but can be highly spot on.
*Occult Knowledge: Having been taught by Madam X, and also with her own studies, she has quite the knowledge of the occult.
*Magic: Broad, but Hecate has several areas of expertise in Magic. Her areas are levitation, fire, earth, summoning. She casts magic useing her own power, runes and objects she stores her excess power in. Objects like her necklace.
*Summoning Magic: Is able to summon objects that she has either stored in a chest with a rune on it, or has the rune branded on it. The Rune is The Rune for Odin.
*Fae Sight: Having been touched by one of the Elder Folk, she can see through glamours and charms to see what an object or person is suppose to look like, even when hidden.
Small Bio: Cassie grew up in New York, always bothered by the feeling that something was off in the world. One day she stumbled by a shop with the words in the window: "Enter Freely and Be Unafraid." The girl wandered in and looked around, not sure why she was drawn to the shop. There, she met Madam Xanadu, who sensed the girl could be more than she was.
She introduced Cassie to fortune telling and the world that normal mortals did not have the chance to enter. With time, and a lot of learning, Cassie soon tapped into the magic within herself, and soon went to seek guidance elsewhere. She has bounced around and has learned a lot before finding herself at "The House of Mysteries," mostly by accident. |
55,254 | 1,509 | 30 | 175 | 3,684 | Light wasn't so happy about Cassie offering help. She would return to the void under her own volition, not by anyone elses. But she figured Cassie didn't know any better and Light kept her mouth shut. At least until they were transported by the house to a beach with a guy standing a bit in the distance. Cassie offered to intercept him, so Light decided to lie in the sand and relax a bit.
"Well isn't this nice. If we're already on a vacation, I'll just take a nap in the sand. Wake me if there is any problems.' she said, closing her eyes as she relaxed with the great scenery. She wasn't too concerned with whatever that guy was doing, if he turned hostile, she'd deal with him. But it would be better for the others to handle the negotiations. | Name: Light
Codename: "Just Light works. Unless someone comes up with a nickname I REALLY like."
Age:
"When asked I either say 24, or just say old. You lose track of time in the Void."
Gender: Female
Appearance: Light is a 5"6 tall pure white humanoid figure with a thin pear shaped frame. She has an overly large spherical head with short blue hair, no visible nose, very large black and yellow eyes, fin-looking ears, serrated beartrap like teeth, and an incredibly thin neck. She wears a blue tanktop with skinny biceps leading to larger forarms which flow into her nearly cartoonishly big hands which have long claw-like fingers attached to them. She has wide hips, which look even bigger due to the thin white dress like thing she has which covers her back down to her lower knees and covers her front down to her kneecaps, with the front having an M cut taken out of it. Her legs look normal, short of her having no feet, instead having her lower leg come to a sharp point where her foot would be.
Costume: "Costume? Why would I need one? Spandex doesn't work with my regeneration. Worse comes to worse I'll just wear a big trench-coat in public."
Powers/Abilities:
Void Bound: Being bound to the Void means that Light is considered 'empty' when visiting a world of reality. This makes her immune to reality warping attacks on a small scale or ones that directly harm her and makes general power dampening do nothing. She is also greatly resistant to time based attacks, and if attacked by someone on a different timeline, Light will attune herself to that timeline until the effect ends or her or the target is dead. She also has no soul, as that resides in the Void, and is immune to soul magic as a result. She is also ignored by enchantments that affect only certain groups, even if they would be beneficial to her, unless they're directed specifically at her. This means she can pick up enchanted objects that need a chosen one without being said chosen one, but gains no benefits from picking them up, and stuff like that. Though since she is considered 'empty', this also makes her very very unlucky as reality tends to dislike those that 'don't exist'.
Void Energy: Since Light is bound to the Void, her energy is replaced by Void energy. Void energy leaves a signel of 'emptiness' making scanning for her a bit different but still quite easy. Additionally if anything attempts to absorb Light's energy, they will instead lose their own energy at the absorption rate and be affected by Reality Siphon. This also gives her a small amount of magic resistance. Void beings are immune to the effects of Void energy.
Reality Siphon: Since Light is from the Void, she steals the reality of the physical world. Light gives off a 'creepy' feeling when touched as she steals away the reality of the object or person shes touching. When an object has lost some reality, it is unable to gain energy from other sources but itself until its reality is restored. When Light isn't touching something, it regains its reality back over a short period, which is faster for living objects. If an object loses all of its reality, it fades into the Void. Beings who can reality warp themselves have a massive resistance to this ability, as do massive or cosmic entities. Void beings are completely immune. This power can't be turned off and Light has no control over its intensity.
Regeneration: If an attack doesn't atomize Light (Or demolish her while she is affected by Silver), Light will fully regenerate from it after a short while. It doesn't matter what the injury was, even nasty ones such as having her mind shattered aren't permanent, if it hurts her and she lives through it, she will eventually 'hop back' in time to the point where she was most healthy, this happens all at once so sometimes it looks like Light just 'pops' back to a normal state. The only way to stop her from doing this is to wipe her out entirely, or bind her with Silver or attacks that do not do damage. This regeneration doesn't change her place inside space, so she'll still be in the same spot unless she was blown to bits, in which case she will regenerate from her head, or if that is unavailable, from the biggest piece of herself. She can still manipulate severed limbs for a short time after losing them unless they are severed using Iron or Silver. She doesn't age, nor does she bleed.
Demonic Strength: Light has enhanced strength that is tied to her emotions or determination. While she can lift quite a bit when in a neutral or happy state, she is weaker than a normal human when sad or bound by an object of reality. Since Light rarely gets angry, its unknown how strong she can become. Light also has greatly increased stamina and stamina recovery, meaning she takes awhile to get tired. Light's powers are weakened when attacking or being affected by something made of Iron or Silver, with Silver having a much greater effect.
Demonic Resilience: Upon taking damage from an attack, Light starts to gain resistances to whatever hurt her, and with enough damage, can become immune to attacks of that type. Physical blows take quite a while to gain resistances for, and Light can't gain a resistance to any attacks made using Silver or Iron, nor drug based attacks. If Light isn't forced to regenerate from a certain attack type after awhile, she will lose all resistances she built up against that damage type. Light's body will subtly morph to show what she is resistant to. Light can't become immune to attacks that do no damage, even if she is immune to that damage type.
Light adapts quickly to surrounding terrain if its harmful to her, and will keep these adaptations until she leaves that terrain for a time.
Pocket Space: Light can store objects inside a space inside her dress she calls 'pocket space'. Only inanimate objects can be stored here, and she can only store things that add up to thrice her size in total.
Void Slip: Light can punch small personal wormholes and use them to teleport to any place in her sights or an extremely familiar place such as a base, an exit hole appearing at the spot she wants to teleport to. Should this exit hole not be placed on a solid object, Light will have a notable delay before she comes out of it. Only Light and objects stored in her pocket space can travel through these holes. These holes stay open for only a brief time.
Natural Weapons: Light's fingers are tipped with sharp claws that let her slash things. She likewise has sharp teeth much like a shark or piranha and feet that come to very sharp points she can use as weapons. She can't use her claws to cut things very easily though if she can't get a good windup as they aren't serrated.
-Light takes extra damage from attacks based in reality, and due to this most attacks tend to send her flying, squash her as flat as a pancake, turn her to ash, and the like. She can also be knocked out fairly easily if she is hit with an attack she is not aware of, like if someone sneaks up on her and hits her in the back of the head or something.
-Light is incredibly unlucky and usually if something bad can happen, it will. Especially if it leads to slapstick.
-Light has an exceptionally difficult time escaping nets, ropes, being bound in general, and especially Duct Tape. While she can eventually work her way free of some of these, they take a crippling long amount of time for her to escape on her own. These things also negate her super strength.
-Light is very weak to drug based attacks and weapons and is very easy to knockout with something like knockout gas. Though at least this means she can get drunk easily if she wants to.
-Technology doesn't tend to work for Light for very long due to her Reality siphon stopping it from gaining power depending on the technology.
-Light can't use a vast majority of her powers if she is sad or depressed and regenerates much slower when in such a state.
-Light reacts very negatively to Silver and Iron. While she can't build a resistance to attacks made using Iron and loses some of her strength and stamina if being touched by it, Silver does that at a much greater effect, burns her, and stops her from regenerating as well.
-Light tends to not take things seriously, and doesn't care about most situations in general and is more concerned with having fun and making friends. Though this also means she stumbles into traps quite often and is careless in battle unless something is actually threatening.
-Unless she hates you, Light doesn't attack people unprovoked, and tends to be pretty pacifist unless she is forced to fight for one reason or another. Even then unless she feels she or one of her friends are threatened, she tends to take attacks for her friends or hug/annoy her enemies into submission. Though if shes fighting alone or told to be a distraction, she is a bit more aggressive and will fight to subdue. Just don't make her hate you. You really don't wanna have a bad time.
Small Bio: "Well, it was clear when a cult tried to summon something from the abyss, they didn't know what they were doing. The abyss and Void are totally different things! But it did give me an excuse to see one of the physical worlds once she got summoned. And those cultists really were off put when they expected some tentacled monster, and instead got an eerily cute fishy demon thing instead. Even more so when I ignored them and followed my nose, only needing to pummel them into submission when they started to get violent. It wasn't my fault the hot dog truck outside their apartment smelt delicious..." |
55,255 | 1,509 | 31 | 2,049 | 6,923 | This magical house thing was starting to appeal more and more to Johnny. Just as Johnny suggested that the group should look for any problems that would acquire their attention the house seemed to bring them to just that. The dreary atmosphere of the forest was replaced by a tad bit more ominous one, at least how the specter saw it, set next to the sea. It also seemed that the place was void of any real activity save for one lone soul photographing something. The young female spellslinger seemed to be taking the head on this one and approached the man herself, probably for the best given that present company consisted of a dead man, someone with a demon living in his head, and a rather wacky void being. Rather not wanting to risk scaring off the man Johnny faded from visible view as he approached with Cassie, being close by to hear as well as intervene if need be. | "Hell of a feeling being dead... pun not intended."
Name
"Call me Johnny, Johnny Doe."
Codename
"Haunt, ironic I know."
Age
"Can't tell you to be completely honest, but my astral backside has been spooking folks for a little over seventy years now."
Gender
"I'm all man er rather what remains of a man."
Appearance
Johnny isn't that bad looking of a guy, well if you can get over the him being a ghost part that is. His skin is a off putting dark grey color with a slight blue tint to it due to the aura that emanates from him. He has raven black hair that much like his skin holds a bit of a blue coloration, his hair is normally messily slicked back in style. His eyes are completely and utterly white and give off a slight glow. He has a skull that seems to be painted on his face. As stated before Johnny gives off a type of aura that manifests itself as what looks like a blue colored mist that flows off of Johnny.
Costume
Johnny doesn't really have a need for the whole secret identity thing being dead and all, so he doesn't really have a costume. The clothes, if they can even be called that, that Johnny wears consists of a long sleeved button up shirt and tie under a vest and trench coat paired with a pair of slacks and loafers.
Powers/Abilities
Flight
Like all disembodied souls Johnny is not bound to the ground or the rules of gravity and can fly and float as he sees fit.
Invisibility
Johnny can completely disappear from the view of the naked eye, concealing his presence entirely.
Intangibility
Johnny doesn't have to worry about physical obstacles such as doors or walls seeing as he can pass right through them.
Possession
Johnny is able to overshadow and take control of the mind and body of the living, or even inanimate objects, though smarter or stronger willed individuals are a bit more challenging for him to control. He can apply this in more subtle ways by merely hoping into a person's body and leaving them in control and going along for the ride, though he can give them subtle thoughts that they will assume are there own or make them experience things that aren't really happening. While in this state Johnny experiences everything the person he is hiding in does, from what they see to what they think.
Apparition
Johnny is able to alter his spiritual projection to resemble anything from other people to things a bit more... monstrous.
Death Echo
Johnny is able to sense death near by, get faint visions of how the death occurred, and if their soul has yet to cross over to the other side even speak with the spirits of the recently deceased.
Specter Leap
Johnny can teleport short distances around himself, blinking around rather quickly in a fog.
Ghostly Presence
All the Traditional "poltergeist" shenanigans such as electronics going haywire, the temperature dropping below freezing, and tossing people and things around the room with a glance.
Spiritual Split
Unlike physical beings Johnny isn't restricted to only being in one place at single given time, he is able to split his consciousness into multiple parts effectively making duplicates of himself.
Wraith Wrath
Johnny can tap into the supernatural essence that make up his spiritual being and expel it in many forms of eerie blue energy. He has been seen releasing it in rapid fire blasts, concentrated explosive like bombs, whole waves, spinning disks, and many more. He can also construct protective constructs with it, creating reflective shields or even whole domes to protect others around him.
Banshee Screech
Probably one of his most powerful powers Johnny is able to unleash a supernatural wail that decimates both the minds and bodies of those around him, blowing away whole hordes of people and things.
Small Bio
"They say that you're suppose to see a bright light when it all comes to a end. That you get that last minute replay of your life then you move on to that bigger and better place in the sky... or you head in the other direction. Well I guess there is a third option because here I am and there is no salvation of sulfur in sight. Unlike a lot of your other deadbeats floating around on the astral plain I'm not moaning about some unfinished business that I have, namely because I don't remember if I even have any. Yeah, best thing about this whole situation is that I have no idea who I was before I started pushing up daisies. I could keep boring you with my ghost stories, but I'll cut to the chase. I've been dead for about seventy years now, wandering the world and for a lack of a better way of saying it trying to find myself. I have also tried my best to help out people here and there, just because I don't have a life doesn't mean I can't make other people's better." |
55,256 | 1,509 | 32 | 2,200 | 441 | Justin followed Cassie, looking around as they walked up to the figure. He was a young man, probably in his early twenties, with short dark hair, and different colored eyes. His left eye was an amber colored, with his right eye being very dark colored.
Infront of him was the body of woman, in her bra and panties only, and her throat cut open. "What the hell!?!" Justin said, taking a step towards the body.
"Hey! Stop!" The man threw his hands up. "Do NOT step in this area. It is a crime scene!" The man said. "The cops will be here in a few minutes." He said and stood up looking at them. "I'm a private reporter, I discovered this crime, and phoned the police. I'm trying to get a few pictures for them before the wind or tide does anything to change the area." He said, looking at them.
"That seems a little, strange." Justin said looking at the man. "Who's to say you're not the cause of this?"
"That's cute coming from strange couple that happens to be on the beach when a woman has been killed." He said.
Justin raised an eyebrow and looked at Cassie, before looking back at the reporter. The sounds of police sirens could be heard, heading towards their area.
"Look, I'm not telling you what to do, but it would be best for you lot to either leave, or be ready to answer police questions."
"We don't have to worry." Justin said, holding up a blank card. "I'm Agent Ambrose, this is my partner Bella. We have our own questions." Justin said.
"Huh, abit young for FBI." The man said, then looked at them. "I'm Oswald That Endswald. And yes, I know how fake that sounds, my parents had a twisted sense of humor." Oswald said. "So what's the FBI doing here?"
"Believe it or not, we are here on vacation. I was looking forward to some time off." Justin said. | Name: Justin Hunter
Codename: Dark Passenger
Age: 23
Gender: M
Powers/Abilities:
* Demonic Transformation: Justin has the ability to turn into "the other guy" by saying a magic phrase. Without saying the phrase, he cannot change, and won't have access to his other powers.
* Prehensile Tentacles: Justin's demon form has green tentacles that he can use to grab/hold things.
* Superhuman Strength: While changed, Justin is able to lift 5 tons with little to no issues.
* Superhuman Stamina/Durability: Justin takes much longer to feel fatigue, and cannot be harmed by normal human weapons/attacks.
* Regenerative Healing Factor: As stated above, Justin cannot be harmed by normal human attacks. If shot by a pistol, the bullet hole will regenerate, and same with being stabbed. However, spells, enchanted items, and powerful beings can harm him.
* Sin Perception: Justin is able to see the sins of people, and he judges people on it.
* Hellfire Manipulation: Justin has the ability to summon and manipulate hellfire.
* Mystical Weapon/Vehicle: Using his hellfire, Justin can change a weapon he is using, or a vehicle he is driving into a mystical version of itself.
* Enhanced Size: Using hellfire, Justin can increase his size. This will increase his strength, but since this takes a lot of focus and energy, he cannot use his other abilities while doing this.
* Blood Magic: Because of the ritual used to create him, Justin has spent a great deal of time learning blood magic. He is very capable of casting blood related spells, but only by using his on blood. He is still trying to learn to control other people's blood.
* Occult Knowledge/Spellcasting: Justin was trained by Constantine in the use of basic spell casting, and has high amounts of occult knowledge. Unlike his other abilities, Justin can cast his simple spells while human, and has learned that his spells become much more powerful when changed. Because of this, he is always on the lookout for new spells.
Small Bio: Justin grew up in a small town, and worked as a simple mechanic. One day, Justin went to the big city, for a night of fun. He spent the night drinking, and met two lovely girls, who gave him a good night. But when he awoke, he found himself in a chamber, chained to a table, to be sacrificed to Trigon. As the cult started, Raven and Constantine stopped them, slightly to late. The cult escaped, leaving the heroes to deal with the young man turning into a demon.
They clearly succeed, and Justin turned in the newest Dark Passenger. Moving into the "House of Mystery", the future base for Titans Dark, Justin spent a year learning to control his powers enough to live with normal people again. He went out on his own, a simple mission in mind. Hunt down the cult members who did this to him, and make them pay. |
55,257 | 1,509 | 33 | 1,261 | 789 | Cassie knew that Johnny was by her side, and Justin seemed to follow as well, so she felt safe. Not that she needed any protecting of any sort. As they walked close to the man, she saw something, almost out of the corner of her eyes. Fae sight was sometimes odd, but it helped Cassie in many cases.
The man in front of them had some sort of magic, but she soon got distracted by the poor woman on the beach. She raised her hand to her mouth for a moment, her mouth silently open. She moved to step behind Justin, but soon stepped to his side and looked at the man.
As he spoke, she could tell that he was telling the truth, for now. She would let Justin, Johnny and Light know in private, but there were still a few nagging questions, like: "What is a private reporter doing at the scene of a crime before the police get here? That does seem suspicious."
She frowned a bit, as he did have a point. They had just shown up at the same point, but they had a good reason for that. The house had brought them there, most likely because of the murder, but the man in front of them could also be the reason why. She listened to Justin as he spoke and shot daggers at him with her look. Bella? Could he have chosen any stupider name for her? "Yes, I'm Agent Bella Marsters."
As 'Oswald' spoke, Cassie knew he was lying for the first time. Oswald was not his name, but she wasn't going to call him out on that at the moment.
"You know what they say Ambrose, no rest for the Wicked. I guess we're working now." | Name: Cassandra 'Cassie' LeQuardant
Codename: Hecate
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Powers/Abilities:
*Fortune Telling: Having been a former Protege of Madam Xanadu, Hecate can tell the future using Tarot Cards. She isn't the best at telling the future, as is usually vague, but can be highly spot on.
*Occult Knowledge: Having been taught by Madam X, and also with her own studies, she has quite the knowledge of the occult.
*Magic: Broad, but Hecate has several areas of expertise in Magic. Her areas are levitation, fire, earth, summoning. She casts magic useing her own power, runes and objects she stores her excess power in. Objects like her necklace.
*Summoning Magic: Is able to summon objects that she has either stored in a chest with a rune on it, or has the rune branded on it. The Rune is The Rune for Odin.
*Fae Sight: Having been touched by one of the Elder Folk, she can see through glamours and charms to see what an object or person is suppose to look like, even when hidden.
Small Bio: Cassie grew up in New York, always bothered by the feeling that something was off in the world. One day she stumbled by a shop with the words in the window: "Enter Freely and Be Unafraid." The girl wandered in and looked around, not sure why she was drawn to the shop. There, she met Madam Xanadu, who sensed the girl could be more than she was.
She introduced Cassie to fortune telling and the world that normal mortals did not have the chance to enter. With time, and a lot of learning, Cassie soon tapped into the magic within herself, and soon went to seek guidance elsewhere. She has bounced around and has learned a lot before finding herself at "The House of Mysteries," mostly by accident. |
55,258 | 1,509 | 34 | 2,049 | 6,923 | Reporters never really sat well with Johnny, namely because from his experience they could never seemed to be able to get the story straight, but this guy stirred some extra ire from the spiritual hero do to the fact that the guy seemed to be talking out of his ass, but only time could tell if Johnny's suspicions would pay off. But Johnny's general distain for the press was able to be suppressed given the fact that a young laid dead and violated right in front of him, and unfortunately from what he could tell she was adapting to a lack of a pulse as well as Johnny was. Johnny half listened to what the reporter had to say, something about the cops showing up soon and not wanting Cassie and Justin to disturb the scene, as he moved his invisible form towards the body for a closer look, another upside of being a ghost his one doesn't leave much of a trace on the physical plane. She had clearly seen better days, clothes gone and a clean cut right across her throat, all the signs of a rather brutal but mundane crime, but judging from the fact that the house brought the team here for a reason Johnny decided that there had to be more to this case than meets the eye. Given the situation Johnny was going to see if he could attempt to get more insight by seeing he could connect with the corpse, this was a bit of a iffy power of his seeing as it was never guaranteed to give him visions of the person's death and even if it did work chances are they would be quite blurred. | "Hell of a feeling being dead... pun not intended."
Name
"Call me Johnny, Johnny Doe."
Codename
"Haunt, ironic I know."
Age
"Can't tell you to be completely honest, but my astral backside has been spooking folks for a little over seventy years now."
Gender
"I'm all man er rather what remains of a man."
Appearance
Johnny isn't that bad looking of a guy, well if you can get over the him being a ghost part that is. His skin is a off putting dark grey color with a slight blue tint to it due to the aura that emanates from him. He has raven black hair that much like his skin holds a bit of a blue coloration, his hair is normally messily slicked back in style. His eyes are completely and utterly white and give off a slight glow. He has a skull that seems to be painted on his face. As stated before Johnny gives off a type of aura that manifests itself as what looks like a blue colored mist that flows off of Johnny.
Costume
Johnny doesn't really have a need for the whole secret identity thing being dead and all, so he doesn't really have a costume. The clothes, if they can even be called that, that Johnny wears consists of a long sleeved button up shirt and tie under a vest and trench coat paired with a pair of slacks and loafers.
Powers/Abilities
Flight
Like all disembodied souls Johnny is not bound to the ground or the rules of gravity and can fly and float as he sees fit.
Invisibility
Johnny can completely disappear from the view of the naked eye, concealing his presence entirely.
Intangibility
Johnny doesn't have to worry about physical obstacles such as doors or walls seeing as he can pass right through them.
Possession
Johnny is able to overshadow and take control of the mind and body of the living, or even inanimate objects, though smarter or stronger willed individuals are a bit more challenging for him to control. He can apply this in more subtle ways by merely hoping into a person's body and leaving them in control and going along for the ride, though he can give them subtle thoughts that they will assume are there own or make them experience things that aren't really happening. While in this state Johnny experiences everything the person he is hiding in does, from what they see to what they think.
Apparition
Johnny is able to alter his spiritual projection to resemble anything from other people to things a bit more... monstrous.
Death Echo
Johnny is able to sense death near by, get faint visions of how the death occurred, and if their soul has yet to cross over to the other side even speak with the spirits of the recently deceased.
Specter Leap
Johnny can teleport short distances around himself, blinking around rather quickly in a fog.
Ghostly Presence
All the Traditional "poltergeist" shenanigans such as electronics going haywire, the temperature dropping below freezing, and tossing people and things around the room with a glance.
Spiritual Split
Unlike physical beings Johnny isn't restricted to only being in one place at single given time, he is able to split his consciousness into multiple parts effectively making duplicates of himself.
Wraith Wrath
Johnny can tap into the supernatural essence that make up his spiritual being and expel it in many forms of eerie blue energy. He has been seen releasing it in rapid fire blasts, concentrated explosive like bombs, whole waves, spinning disks, and many more. He can also construct protective constructs with it, creating reflective shields or even whole domes to protect others around him.
Banshee Screech
Probably one of his most powerful powers Johnny is able to unleash a supernatural wail that decimates both the minds and bodies of those around him, blowing away whole hordes of people and things.
Small Bio
"They say that you're suppose to see a bright light when it all comes to a end. That you get that last minute replay of your life then you move on to that bigger and better place in the sky... or you head in the other direction. Well I guess there is a third option because here I am and there is no salvation of sulfur in sight. Unlike a lot of your other deadbeats floating around on the astral plain I'm not moaning about some unfinished business that I have, namely because I don't remember if I even have any. Yeah, best thing about this whole situation is that I have no idea who I was before I started pushing up daisies. I could keep boring you with my ghost stories, but I'll cut to the chase. I've been dead for about seventy years now, wandering the world and for a lack of a better way of saying it trying to find myself. I have also tried my best to help out people here and there, just because I don't have a life doesn't mean I can't make other people's better." |
55,259 | 1,509 | 35 | 2,200 | 441 | Oswald looked at the two agents. He wasn't sure if they were telling the truth or not, but when the cops pulled in, he couldn't really argue with them.
The cops took time to question the three of them, unaware of Johnny being there. Oswald willing gave his camera to the cops, and the cops seemed to buy the FBI story, especially after making a phone call and someone verifying their identities, much to their surprise.
Meanwhile, Johnny could see something out the corner of his eye. When he looked towards it, he saw the newly dead woman, looking at her body in confusion, before running off.
And last, Light was enjoying the sun, until her arm hit something buried into the sand. Upon digging it up, she found a bag, which had a coin inside it. The coin was old, with a skull on it, and what appeared to be fresh blood on it. | Name: Justin Hunter
Codename: Dark Passenger
Age: 23
Gender: M
Powers/Abilities:
* Demonic Transformation: Justin has the ability to turn into "the other guy" by saying a magic phrase. Without saying the phrase, he cannot change, and won't have access to his other powers.
* Prehensile Tentacles: Justin's demon form has green tentacles that he can use to grab/hold things.
* Superhuman Strength: While changed, Justin is able to lift 5 tons with little to no issues.
* Superhuman Stamina/Durability: Justin takes much longer to feel fatigue, and cannot be harmed by normal human weapons/attacks.
* Regenerative Healing Factor: As stated above, Justin cannot be harmed by normal human attacks. If shot by a pistol, the bullet hole will regenerate, and same with being stabbed. However, spells, enchanted items, and powerful beings can harm him.
* Sin Perception: Justin is able to see the sins of people, and he judges people on it.
* Hellfire Manipulation: Justin has the ability to summon and manipulate hellfire.
* Mystical Weapon/Vehicle: Using his hellfire, Justin can change a weapon he is using, or a vehicle he is driving into a mystical version of itself.
* Enhanced Size: Using hellfire, Justin can increase his size. This will increase his strength, but since this takes a lot of focus and energy, he cannot use his other abilities while doing this.
* Blood Magic: Because of the ritual used to create him, Justin has spent a great deal of time learning blood magic. He is very capable of casting blood related spells, but only by using his on blood. He is still trying to learn to control other people's blood.
* Occult Knowledge/Spellcasting: Justin was trained by Constantine in the use of basic spell casting, and has high amounts of occult knowledge. Unlike his other abilities, Justin can cast his simple spells while human, and has learned that his spells become much more powerful when changed. Because of this, he is always on the lookout for new spells.
Small Bio: Justin grew up in a small town, and worked as a simple mechanic. One day, Justin went to the big city, for a night of fun. He spent the night drinking, and met two lovely girls, who gave him a good night. But when he awoke, he found himself in a chamber, chained to a table, to be sacrificed to Trigon. As the cult started, Raven and Constantine stopped them, slightly to late. The cult escaped, leaving the heroes to deal with the young man turning into a demon.
They clearly succeed, and Justin turned in the newest Dark Passenger. Moving into the "House of Mystery", the future base for Titans Dark, Justin spent a year learning to control his powers enough to live with normal people again. He went out on his own, a simple mission in mind. Hunt down the cult members who did this to him, and make them pay. |
55,260 | 1,509 | 36 | 1,261 | 789 | Cassie was glad that whatever force was on their side helped make sure their story was verified, but she had a feeling the Hellblazer might have his hand in it, that or her own Mentor, or any one else in the magical community. However, no matter what power was on their side, they were now involved in this case, whether they liked it or not. What was worse was that they were now pretending to be Federal Agents and she had no idea how their protocols worked at all. Most of her life had been devoted to magic studies.
As thy were questioned, she answered honestly, that they had just stumbled upon the body. However, while they were talking, she was drawing runes in the sand, trying to see if she could get any read on the scene. Anything that could help the four of them figure out something, maybe even about the reason why they had been sent there. When spotted, she kicked her feet to hide what she had been doing, as she figured it would be odd for the police to be drawing rune in the sand. | Name: Cassandra 'Cassie' LeQuardant
Codename: Hecate
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Powers/Abilities:
*Fortune Telling: Having been a former Protege of Madam Xanadu, Hecate can tell the future using Tarot Cards. She isn't the best at telling the future, as is usually vague, but can be highly spot on.
*Occult Knowledge: Having been taught by Madam X, and also with her own studies, she has quite the knowledge of the occult.
*Magic: Broad, but Hecate has several areas of expertise in Magic. Her areas are levitation, fire, earth, summoning. She casts magic useing her own power, runes and objects she stores her excess power in. Objects like her necklace.
*Summoning Magic: Is able to summon objects that she has either stored in a chest with a rune on it, or has the rune branded on it. The Rune is The Rune for Odin.
*Fae Sight: Having been touched by one of the Elder Folk, she can see through glamours and charms to see what an object or person is suppose to look like, even when hidden.
Small Bio: Cassie grew up in New York, always bothered by the feeling that something was off in the world. One day she stumbled by a shop with the words in the window: "Enter Freely and Be Unafraid." The girl wandered in and looked around, not sure why she was drawn to the shop. There, she met Madam Xanadu, who sensed the girl could be more than she was.
She introduced Cassie to fortune telling and the world that normal mortals did not have the chance to enter. With time, and a lot of learning, Cassie soon tapped into the magic within herself, and soon went to seek guidance elsewhere. She has bounced around and has learned a lot before finding herself at "The House of Mysteries," mostly by accident. |
55,261 | 1,509 | 37 | 175 | 3,684 | Things were going along well over with the inquisitor squad over there. Even when the cops came to investigage, the others did a good job dealing with the whole situation. Much like Light figured they would, not much reason to get anxious over such a mondane occurance. Flipping around in the sand, Light stumbled upon a bag with a bit of bloody gold in it. An old coin with a skull engraved on it. Thinking to herself, Light figured there was something off about this coin. Sure the blood was one thing to go by, but the real reason she was weary of it is she knew that good luck didn't come her way. And that thinking was justified as soon after examining the coin, a few crabs crawled out from where the bag was and clamped her on her side.
Getting up and running around, Light yelped with pain. She pulled off the crabs one by one with her free hand, kicking them back into the ocean afterwords. Looking at her now red side, she sais "Thats about right..." and sighed. Making ehr way to her cohorts, she held out the coin she found. Course she didn't give the police much mind. If they wanted to attack her, they'd be in for a nasty surprise. | Name: Light
Codename: "Just Light works. Unless someone comes up with a nickname I REALLY like."
Age:
"When asked I either say 24, or just say old. You lose track of time in the Void."
Gender: Female
Appearance: Light is a 5"6 tall pure white humanoid figure with a thin pear shaped frame. She has an overly large spherical head with short blue hair, no visible nose, very large black and yellow eyes, fin-looking ears, serrated beartrap like teeth, and an incredibly thin neck. She wears a blue tanktop with skinny biceps leading to larger forarms which flow into her nearly cartoonishly big hands which have long claw-like fingers attached to them. She has wide hips, which look even bigger due to the thin white dress like thing she has which covers her back down to her lower knees and covers her front down to her kneecaps, with the front having an M cut taken out of it. Her legs look normal, short of her having no feet, instead having her lower leg come to a sharp point where her foot would be.
Costume: "Costume? Why would I need one? Spandex doesn't work with my regeneration. Worse comes to worse I'll just wear a big trench-coat in public."
Powers/Abilities:
Void Bound: Being bound to the Void means that Light is considered 'empty' when visiting a world of reality. This makes her immune to reality warping attacks on a small scale or ones that directly harm her and makes general power dampening do nothing. She is also greatly resistant to time based attacks, and if attacked by someone on a different timeline, Light will attune herself to that timeline until the effect ends or her or the target is dead. She also has no soul, as that resides in the Void, and is immune to soul magic as a result. She is also ignored by enchantments that affect only certain groups, even if they would be beneficial to her, unless they're directed specifically at her. This means she can pick up enchanted objects that need a chosen one without being said chosen one, but gains no benefits from picking them up, and stuff like that. Though since she is considered 'empty', this also makes her very very unlucky as reality tends to dislike those that 'don't exist'.
Void Energy: Since Light is bound to the Void, her energy is replaced by Void energy. Void energy leaves a signel of 'emptiness' making scanning for her a bit different but still quite easy. Additionally if anything attempts to absorb Light's energy, they will instead lose their own energy at the absorption rate and be affected by Reality Siphon. This also gives her a small amount of magic resistance. Void beings are immune to the effects of Void energy.
Reality Siphon: Since Light is from the Void, she steals the reality of the physical world. Light gives off a 'creepy' feeling when touched as she steals away the reality of the object or person shes touching. When an object has lost some reality, it is unable to gain energy from other sources but itself until its reality is restored. When Light isn't touching something, it regains its reality back over a short period, which is faster for living objects. If an object loses all of its reality, it fades into the Void. Beings who can reality warp themselves have a massive resistance to this ability, as do massive or cosmic entities. Void beings are completely immune. This power can't be turned off and Light has no control over its intensity.
Regeneration: If an attack doesn't atomize Light (Or demolish her while she is affected by Silver), Light will fully regenerate from it after a short while. It doesn't matter what the injury was, even nasty ones such as having her mind shattered aren't permanent, if it hurts her and she lives through it, she will eventually 'hop back' in time to the point where she was most healthy, this happens all at once so sometimes it looks like Light just 'pops' back to a normal state. The only way to stop her from doing this is to wipe her out entirely, or bind her with Silver or attacks that do not do damage. This regeneration doesn't change her place inside space, so she'll still be in the same spot unless she was blown to bits, in which case she will regenerate from her head, or if that is unavailable, from the biggest piece of herself. She can still manipulate severed limbs for a short time after losing them unless they are severed using Iron or Silver. She doesn't age, nor does she bleed.
Demonic Strength: Light has enhanced strength that is tied to her emotions or determination. While she can lift quite a bit when in a neutral or happy state, she is weaker than a normal human when sad or bound by an object of reality. Since Light rarely gets angry, its unknown how strong she can become. Light also has greatly increased stamina and stamina recovery, meaning she takes awhile to get tired. Light's powers are weakened when attacking or being affected by something made of Iron or Silver, with Silver having a much greater effect.
Demonic Resilience: Upon taking damage from an attack, Light starts to gain resistances to whatever hurt her, and with enough damage, can become immune to attacks of that type. Physical blows take quite a while to gain resistances for, and Light can't gain a resistance to any attacks made using Silver or Iron, nor drug based attacks. If Light isn't forced to regenerate from a certain attack type after awhile, she will lose all resistances she built up against that damage type. Light's body will subtly morph to show what she is resistant to. Light can't become immune to attacks that do no damage, even if she is immune to that damage type.
Light adapts quickly to surrounding terrain if its harmful to her, and will keep these adaptations until she leaves that terrain for a time.
Pocket Space: Light can store objects inside a space inside her dress she calls 'pocket space'. Only inanimate objects can be stored here, and she can only store things that add up to thrice her size in total.
Void Slip: Light can punch small personal wormholes and use them to teleport to any place in her sights or an extremely familiar place such as a base, an exit hole appearing at the spot she wants to teleport to. Should this exit hole not be placed on a solid object, Light will have a notable delay before she comes out of it. Only Light and objects stored in her pocket space can travel through these holes. These holes stay open for only a brief time.
Natural Weapons: Light's fingers are tipped with sharp claws that let her slash things. She likewise has sharp teeth much like a shark or piranha and feet that come to very sharp points she can use as weapons. She can't use her claws to cut things very easily though if she can't get a good windup as they aren't serrated.
-Light takes extra damage from attacks based in reality, and due to this most attacks tend to send her flying, squash her as flat as a pancake, turn her to ash, and the like. She can also be knocked out fairly easily if she is hit with an attack she is not aware of, like if someone sneaks up on her and hits her in the back of the head or something.
-Light is incredibly unlucky and usually if something bad can happen, it will. Especially if it leads to slapstick.
-Light has an exceptionally difficult time escaping nets, ropes, being bound in general, and especially Duct Tape. While she can eventually work her way free of some of these, they take a crippling long amount of time for her to escape on her own. These things also negate her super strength.
-Light is very weak to drug based attacks and weapons and is very easy to knockout with something like knockout gas. Though at least this means she can get drunk easily if she wants to.
-Technology doesn't tend to work for Light for very long due to her Reality siphon stopping it from gaining power depending on the technology.
-Light can't use a vast majority of her powers if she is sad or depressed and regenerates much slower when in such a state.
-Light reacts very negatively to Silver and Iron. While she can't build a resistance to attacks made using Iron and loses some of her strength and stamina if being touched by it, Silver does that at a much greater effect, burns her, and stops her from regenerating as well.
-Light tends to not take things seriously, and doesn't care about most situations in general and is more concerned with having fun and making friends. Though this also means she stumbles into traps quite often and is careless in battle unless something is actually threatening.
-Unless she hates you, Light doesn't attack people unprovoked, and tends to be pretty pacifist unless she is forced to fight for one reason or another. Even then unless she feels she or one of her friends are threatened, she tends to take attacks for her friends or hug/annoy her enemies into submission. Though if shes fighting alone or told to be a distraction, she is a bit more aggressive and will fight to subdue. Just don't make her hate you. You really don't wanna have a bad time.
Small Bio: "Well, it was clear when a cult tried to summon something from the abyss, they didn't know what they were doing. The abyss and Void are totally different things! But it did give me an excuse to see one of the physical worlds once she got summoned. And those cultists really were off put when they expected some tentacled monster, and instead got an eerily cute fishy demon thing instead. Even more so when I ignored them and followed my nose, only needing to pummel them into submission when they started to get violent. It wasn't my fault the hot dog truck outside their apartment smelt delicious..." |
55,262 | 1,509 | 38 | 2,049 | 6,923 | Johnny couldn't help but shake his head and smirk as he overheard his breathing companions handle the cops, it seemed that working with them wouldn't be that hard after all. He also noticed that the team's resident napper had managed to return to the land of the waking and came baring what could be a clue. But before Johnny could decide to go investigate that further he recognized a sight that was far too familiar to him, someone who wasn't exactly coming to terms with their own death. He wasted no time rushing after the woman, eventually teleporting in front of her to keep her from going further. He held up his hands in a calming manner before he spoke. "Easy there ma'am, it's all alright." He said in a rather comforting tone. "I know you have a lot of questions and I promise you that I will do everything in my power to answer them, but first I have to ask you a few okay." He said as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, Johnny probably being one of the few people that could still do that. "Can you tell me anything that you remember? You're name, where you live, the last thing you did? Anything at all can make all the difference ma'am." | "Hell of a feeling being dead... pun not intended."
Name
"Call me Johnny, Johnny Doe."
Codename
"Haunt, ironic I know."
Age
"Can't tell you to be completely honest, but my astral backside has been spooking folks for a little over seventy years now."
Gender
"I'm all man er rather what remains of a man."
Appearance
Johnny isn't that bad looking of a guy, well if you can get over the him being a ghost part that is. His skin is a off putting dark grey color with a slight blue tint to it due to the aura that emanates from him. He has raven black hair that much like his skin holds a bit of a blue coloration, his hair is normally messily slicked back in style. His eyes are completely and utterly white and give off a slight glow. He has a skull that seems to be painted on his face. As stated before Johnny gives off a type of aura that manifests itself as what looks like a blue colored mist that flows off of Johnny.
Costume
Johnny doesn't really have a need for the whole secret identity thing being dead and all, so he doesn't really have a costume. The clothes, if they can even be called that, that Johnny wears consists of a long sleeved button up shirt and tie under a vest and trench coat paired with a pair of slacks and loafers.
Powers/Abilities
Flight
Like all disembodied souls Johnny is not bound to the ground or the rules of gravity and can fly and float as he sees fit.
Invisibility
Johnny can completely disappear from the view of the naked eye, concealing his presence entirely.
Intangibility
Johnny doesn't have to worry about physical obstacles such as doors or walls seeing as he can pass right through them.
Possession
Johnny is able to overshadow and take control of the mind and body of the living, or even inanimate objects, though smarter or stronger willed individuals are a bit more challenging for him to control. He can apply this in more subtle ways by merely hoping into a person's body and leaving them in control and going along for the ride, though he can give them subtle thoughts that they will assume are there own or make them experience things that aren't really happening. While in this state Johnny experiences everything the person he is hiding in does, from what they see to what they think.
Apparition
Johnny is able to alter his spiritual projection to resemble anything from other people to things a bit more... monstrous.
Death Echo
Johnny is able to sense death near by, get faint visions of how the death occurred, and if their soul has yet to cross over to the other side even speak with the spirits of the recently deceased.
Specter Leap
Johnny can teleport short distances around himself, blinking around rather quickly in a fog.
Ghostly Presence
All the Traditional "poltergeist" shenanigans such as electronics going haywire, the temperature dropping below freezing, and tossing people and things around the room with a glance.
Spiritual Split
Unlike physical beings Johnny isn't restricted to only being in one place at single given time, he is able to split his consciousness into multiple parts effectively making duplicates of himself.
Wraith Wrath
Johnny can tap into the supernatural essence that make up his spiritual being and expel it in many forms of eerie blue energy. He has been seen releasing it in rapid fire blasts, concentrated explosive like bombs, whole waves, spinning disks, and many more. He can also construct protective constructs with it, creating reflective shields or even whole domes to protect others around him.
Banshee Screech
Probably one of his most powerful powers Johnny is able to unleash a supernatural wail that decimates both the minds and bodies of those around him, blowing away whole hordes of people and things.
Small Bio
"They say that you're suppose to see a bright light when it all comes to a end. That you get that last minute replay of your life then you move on to that bigger and better place in the sky... or you head in the other direction. Well I guess there is a third option because here I am and there is no salvation of sulfur in sight. Unlike a lot of your other deadbeats floating around on the astral plain I'm not moaning about some unfinished business that I have, namely because I don't remember if I even have any. Yeah, best thing about this whole situation is that I have no idea who I was before I started pushing up daisies. I could keep boring you with my ghost stories, but I'll cut to the chase. I've been dead for about seventy years now, wandering the world and for a lack of a better way of saying it trying to find myself. I have also tried my best to help out people here and there, just because I don't have a life doesn't mean I can't make other people's better." |
55,263 | 1,510 | 0 | 364 | 1,539 | 20,000 years ago Galra was a threat to the universe. The Lions of Voltron were created as the ultimate weapon in the fight against Galra. The fight against Galra was an alliance led by the Royal family of Arrus. When Arrus faced unprecedented natural disaster on the scale like no other it caused the entire population to flee. The royal family who lived in the Castle of Lions was cut off from all means of escape. They did everything they could to provide cover fire for the fleeing ships from the debris sent flying into the air. They knew by doing this that they were sacrificing their lives. Allura was terrified but she did her job, she watched as many of her family was killed by debris. Her father & a Galra defector drug her away to the stasis chambers, there were only two functional ones left, her father was hiding the fact he had already been mortally wounded pretended to get one in himself. When Allura was safe he got out and tasked the Castle of Lions automated systems to begin repairs and sending all but the Blue Lion to secret locations around the known universe. The Blue Lion was trapped in the Castle of Lions.
During the next 20,000 years Galra rebuilt and expanded. Controlling over half of the known universe. Earth was not a part of the known universe. Earth is not the original home of the human race, Arrus is. The humans of Arrus spread out across the universe some went to planets in the known universe and others ventured into the unknown. Over time most of them forgot about Arrus, but the legend of Voltron and the mighty Paladins lived on as a story.
Imbube the latest target of Galra's ever expanding empire was fighting back and had been from day one they are currently losing. One of their youngest generals stole a prototype stealth ship to find the Legendary Voltron, by this point in time Voltron is more myth than fact. Thembelani sacrificed his honor, career, family, everything he cared for to save his people from certain doom, because if his people were going to lose they were going to take down as many of the Galra as possible by destroying their planet.
On a jungle planet unidentified by the humans of Earth, Daniel Hardcastle was on that planet studying it. He was hoping for something interesting. He should be carefule what he asks for because a small Galra force was coming his way along with his only hope of survival General Thembelani. If they were lucky they would find the Green Lion.
On Alternia a group of "explorers" found the door to the Yellow Lion. What dangers lurk beyond protecting it?
The Red Lion on his way to his secret location noticed one ship was damaged so he followed it to make sure they all reached somewhere safely. They reached a planet that would become known as Earth. He hid himself on the planet.
The Black Lion's location normally would have been inside the Castle of Lions but protocol demanded that Black Lion be sent deep into space where no one could get at it, since the Blue Lion was trapped in the castle. Floating between a blue giant and two black holes. This location can only be found when all the other lions are reunited. | Name: General Thembelani Bhekabantu Ghakarhi Gabadeli
Age: 43
Species: Imbubian
Planet of Origin: Imbube
Personality: Thembelani is a natural born leader, has been since he was a cub where he a group of cubs on a survivalist mission were dropped in the middle of a jungle, when they made it back everyone of them insisted if it wasn’t for Thembelani none of them would have made it out, Thembelani insisted it was a team effort. He remains calm and collected no matter the situation, when faced with his people’s extinction he didn’t bat an eyelash he sacrificed everything to give them a chance.
Lion: Black
Bayard weapon: Rifle (still carries his Imbubian swords)
History: Imbube was a planet without war but a standing military large enough to wipe out a planet’s civilization within a month. So when the Galra came they fought back but after twenty years the war it was becoming apparent they were going to lose. The upper brass was already talking about enacting the final solution. Thembelani had risen in ranks quickly from his time as a cub. He watched many friends and family members die, even been forced to kill them to keep them from being taken. As a general he was privy to information that those below him were not. When talks of the final solution began Thembelani abandoned his post and stole an experimental never tested before stealth cruiser that was shelved when Galra came, he used it to get past the Galran blockade. He did not do this because of cowardice; he did this to save his people. If the legends of Voltron were true then he could use it to save his people and wipe out the blight of Galra forever. He would eradicate every Galran man, woman, and child. |
55,264 | 1,510 | 1 | 694 | 2,138 | The holographic display by this point was starting to metaphorically burn a hole into the retinas of Daniel’s eyes. As he keyed in more input on planet’s economic stability and notable difficulties with colonization. Sighing as he stopped for a moment to scratch the side of his head. This has been the last two weeks, at least in terms of this planet’s gravitational pull, of Daniel’s life. Exploring the planet, studying life forms on the planet, and finding particular points of interest for later studies of larger groups. The Galaxy Garrison, despite Daniel’s tireless work to give them more than enough data about the planet. They’ve sent him back the official notice he needed to spend another two weeks of Earth time to get more data on particular life forms.
“GAH!” Finally Daniel screamed, grasping the sides of his head with both hands. His left eye twitching slightly. “Why am I still here?! Why do I still need to get them data what is everything I gave them not good enough?! WHY AM I TALKING TO MYSELF?!” Daniel cursed up to the roof of the large tent he has been living in ever since arriving in a small one man craft. Standing up Daniel flailed his arms around a little before stopping. Trying to regain his sanity as he lifted up his goggles. Rubbing his eyes with both of his hands as he put them back on. They were his prescriptions after all.
It was ironic that Daniel was slowly going insane over the very reason he joined the Galaxy Garrison in the first place. Sure, Daniel would much rather be on this new planet than back in that little English town. Probably working at a hydro-petrol station like his brother. Still, even given this planet’s really beautiful jungle like climate. There was only so much of it someone can see until they would like to move on.
Suddenly though the sound of grass getting rustled outside caught Daniel’s attention, he had some more casual clothes on. Not being able to even bother wearing his Galaxy Garrison uniform anymore. Daniel paused, listening closely trying to make heads or tails of it. The planet didn’t have very many creatures that would even be considered the size of an average household pet dog. Even then, those that were, they were all herbivore. Whatever was outside though didn’t sound like it fit any creature he’d seen on the planet yet. Worse, Daniel swore he could hear someone talking. The planet didn’t have any notable advance life forms on it....
Suddenly the closed covering of his tent was opened. With a trio of purple haired human like creatures all coming in. Brandishing weapons that Daniel didn’t recognize, but because they looked like rifles, he wasn’t going to assume anything good. Quicking holding his hands up with a scared yip of fear, Daniel immediately began sweating bullets.
Suddenly though one of the creatures started talking. Very aggressively, jabbing the end of the rifle like device at Daniels’ chest. Making him give a small “Oww...” whine. “Uh listen... you speak? You speak this language? Language I am speaking now?” Daniel asked cautiously, pointing at his own mouth. The creatures all looked at him funny. So Daniel now felt scared, frightened, and mildly embarrassed.
The creatures started to speak to one another, occasionally glancing back at Daniel who was too scared to move. Even if he did, Daniel didn’t have much on him to defend himself with. Only things that can shock and defend against animals. Which only make Daniel’s new ‘friends’ really crossed by Daniel’s assumption.
The creatures chuckled among one another, finally one brought his rifle back up to Daniel, who could only squeak in fear. “Uh...” Daniel had no idea what to do, and was scared to the point of feeling like he was going to faint at any moment. | Name: Daniel Hardcastle
Appearance:
(The goggles act as his glasses, and have optical enhancements)
Age: 22
Species: Human (English)
Planet of Origin: Earth
Personality: Daniel is considered eccentric to put it mildly. Those at the Galaxy Garrison are often put off by Daniel’s joyful personality and unique fascination into almost anything new to him. Thing is though, Daniel’s background has often left him yearning for something new in his life. In some ways, he considers those kind of things and experiences as him gaining the sort of things he should of had growing up.
Simply put though, and something no one can deny, is Daniel is a very smart young man. One of his best traits is being able to understand something complex and break it down to a simple system. Thus, he has been able to create numerous systems for a variety of tasks. From defensive capabilities, to video games. However Daniel’s behavior, and general lack of social skills, give him difficulty in working with others. Especially in his inability to really teach or explain his thoughts or creations.
Lion: The Green Lion
Bayard Weapon: Bow and Arrow, although the system works on holographic like arrows. Which allow for a nearly endless supply. The tips can be programmed to provide either a high intensity heat upon metal contact, be explosive upon contact, or have a cable line linked to it that can be used as a zip line.
History: Daniel grew up in Cire, England, a town that is needless to say, very difficult to find on a map. Despite growing up in the future and its amazing technological advances. Cire has an almost old world charm to it. Aside from a single school that operates for both Elementary and High School ages, there’s a police station, fire department, gas station, locally owned grocery store, and one or two places to eat. For most of its inhabitants that would be good enough, but Daniel wasn’t one of those people.
All his life Daniel has attached himself to the best technology he could get his hands on. Studying it, and learning how to improve whatever he could about it. His parents though weren’t thrilled about it. Often finding Daniel having taken apart appliances or other devices when left alone long enough. The second youngest of four kids, Daniel was often discouraged from the learning experiences he yearned for. Finally as soon as Daniel turned 18 he left Cire. Having saved up money to hitchhike to a Galaxy Garrison recruitment area where he promptly signed up.
It didn’t take long for Daniel’s knowledge to be put to good use. With the Garrison often having Daniel work on defense systems and study new planets for possibilities in residence. However Daniel had a hard time working with his compatriots. Some were put off by his youth, others his almost goofy behavior. It often left Daniel to work on his own, which while he enjoyed it in some ways. He still wanted to feel like he belonged, to have a real purpose. It was in some ways why he left Cire in the first place, and joined the Galaxy Garrison.
Recently, Daniel has been tasked with studying a new planet that is just out of the milky way. A jungle like planet, Daniel has been living on it in a small base camp for three weeks. Although its been fascinating work, Daniel feels the cabin fever kicking in from being isolated and is hoping something interesting will happen.... |
55,265 | 1,510 | 2 | 364 | 1,539 | General Thembelani was using ancient legends about the battles of Voltron, hoping to pinpoint a home for it. He was not having much luck. He was running low on resources when he found a jungle planet, he scanned it. It was ripe with wildlife, he could hunt for food. Then the alarms went off advanced technology was discovered, some unknown some very familiar. Thembelani's lust for the blood of his enemies overrode his desire to hunt. In a way though he would be hunting.
Thembelani's ship landed near the Galra ship. He grabbed an implosion grenade and from within side his ship he tossed it under his prey's ship. That would prevent them from escaping. He exited and began to track down the Galra. Quick and quiet, his specialty he caught up with the purple bastards. There was only three of them. Small scouting mission. He pulled both of his swords out and leapt at them impaling two of them in the head. The third who was poking the weird, scared, creature had his neck bitten into and ripped out.
"Jikelele Thembelani we Imbubian Royal Protectorate. Wena ephephile manje. Buyela emhlabeni zenu, nibabusise awukaze ubone enye Galra godu." He holds both of his swords in his left hand and extends his bloody right hand out to help the poor creature up. | Name: General Thembelani Bhekabantu Ghakarhi Gabadeli
Age: 43
Species: Imbubian
Planet of Origin: Imbube
Personality: Thembelani is a natural born leader, has been since he was a cub where he a group of cubs on a survivalist mission were dropped in the middle of a jungle, when they made it back everyone of them insisted if it wasn’t for Thembelani none of them would have made it out, Thembelani insisted it was a team effort. He remains calm and collected no matter the situation, when faced with his people’s extinction he didn’t bat an eyelash he sacrificed everything to give them a chance.
Lion: Black
Bayard weapon: Rifle (still carries his Imbubian swords)
History: Imbube was a planet without war but a standing military large enough to wipe out a planet’s civilization within a month. So when the Galra came they fought back but after twenty years the war it was becoming apparent they were going to lose. The upper brass was already talking about enacting the final solution. Thembelani had risen in ranks quickly from his time as a cub. He watched many friends and family members die, even been forced to kill them to keep them from being taken. As a general he was privy to information that those below him were not. When talks of the final solution began Thembelani abandoned his post and stole an experimental never tested before stealth cruiser that was shelved when Galra came, he used it to get past the Galran blockade. He did not do this because of cowardice; he did this to save his people. If the legends of Voltron were true then he could use it to save his people and wipe out the blight of Galra forever. He would eradicate every Galran man, woman, and child. |
55,266 | 1,510 | 3 | 1,224 | 1,549 | Jason stood at the entrance to a wide cave system just outside his home town. His family often came to this area for camping trips and such but Jason had never seen this place before and came here on his own to check it out. As he walked through the cave he noticed that some of the walls looked as though they were burned and scarred like something had crashed.
Cool maybe I'll find a meteorite or something. he thought to himself as he wandered deeper into the cave only to stumble across a vast open cavern that seemed to be riddled with more caves and tunnels.
"Oh man Looks like I'm gonna be here a while." he said aloud as he reached into his pack and grabbed his climbing gear. As he climbed down to the nearest cave entrance, glad he had brought his gear, he noted an image carved into the stone. It looked like a lion but Jason wasn't sure.
Come on Jace I highly doubt there's some lion deity hiding down here. he thought as he continued his decent. | Name: Jason (Jace) Planesfield
Appearance:
Age: 20
Species: Human
Planet of Origin: Earth
Personality: Jace is a fiery and hotheaded individual. He sees value in teamwork but values friends over anything else. The fastest way to get Jason fired up is to insult or put his friends in harm’s way. Growing up in a small town in Georgia he learned to defend himself and his friends without question.
Lion: Red
Bayard Weapon: Arm Blade. An energy blade extending from his wrist over his hand about a good foot and a half. (picture Edward Elric from Full Metal Alchemist for an idea of what I mean)
History: Jason grew up in the foster care system in the state of Georgia and while he never knew his real parents he did like a lot of his foster parents even if they did give him up after he would fight in school. Those fights were always about defending someone else and many foster parents didn't like that about Jason. Stating that he was too hot headed and prone to violence. Finally, a family came along that decided to channel that anger into Martial arts where Jason excelled. He quit getting into fights in school and finally had found a forever home. |
55,267 | 1,510 | 4 | 714 | 3,224 | Looking for rare or at least unusual machinery he could repair and sell Alcori traveled the junkyard/desert planet his species currently called home. Simply because it made a good landmark his camp was set up close to some weird and huge metal door he had found. When he found there was no way he could open it due to it's size he lost interest in the door pretty fast.
Unfortunately Alcori didn't have much luck, the only machinery nearby that seemed to be valuable enough to sell was either too damaged or too advanced for him to repair. As a result he was planning on heading to a new spot the next night. As he sat down for his measly dinner, consisting of hardtack and a small amount of water, he spotted a spaceship approaching him.
At firs Alcori thought it was another deposit of unwanted "junk", until he noticed the ship didn't look like the usual garbage ships. Curious he hid himself among the nearby rubble, but neglected to break up his camp leaving a clear sign to the visitors that there was someone had been there and would most likely return. | Name: Alcori Mierco
Age: 25
Species: Alternian
Planet of Origin: Alternia
Personality: While not the smartest person in a lot of situations Alcori is an above average mechanic, mostly because his species his species has been forced to rely on salvaged and repaired technology. He is not a fan of violence unless aimed at those who deserve it like the Galran, he also avoids killing if at all possible and tries to do it as quick and painless as possible whenever he does resort to it.
Lion: The non blue leg aka the yellow one.
Bayard Weapon: Stun Baton
History: Alternia is not actually the original homeworld of the Alternians, that planet was destroyed by the Galran 3000 years ago. The few survivors fled to the first inhabitable planet they could find, a desert planet used as a junkyard by several other races. They named both the planet and themselves after the alternative to extinction they found.
Alcori was a member of a group of kids calling themselves explorers, mostly they "explored" they city they lived in. He was probably the one most serious about it or at least the only one who grew up to actually explore the planet, mostly in search of any machinery that he could repair and sell. On one of those trips he found symbols, that even he could tell were ancient, depicting some kind of giant lion on a huge metal door leading underground. Not understanding their meaning or value he didn't look into learning more about, nor did he bother to mention his findings to anyone. |
55,268 | 1,510 | 5 | 694 | 2,138 | Daniel was about to let out a high pitched whining spiel about why his life should be spared. His legs crossed to try and prevent himself from urinating all over the ground. Before Daniel could get very far into his squealing however. A lion like figure came in like a furry bullet. Leaving the three aliens looking pretty... well dead-like.
Then it looked at him and started talking, and although to normal ears it sounded calm and almost bold. Daniel heard something more akin too...
“IAMSCARYLIONMANIEATYERFACEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
Eye twitching ever so gently Daniel shook just a little in place from absolute fear, the front of his jeans suddenly looking a bit wet.
“I... I think I just wet myself...” Daniel squeaked.
Suddenly ducking under Thembalani Daniel sprinted out of the large camping tent in a mad dash. Screaming the whole time in a tone one usually associates with little girls with a gross insect on their body. Going a straight line through the terrain, Daniel didn’t know where the hell he was going, and frankly wasn’t even thinking anymore. Still, Daniel was getting there, where ever 'there’ is exactly.
In his panicked haste, Daniel felt a loose part of ground give way from his foot’s planting on it. The bit of loose ground with leaves opened up causing Daniel to flail as he suddenly fell into a dark hole. Having gone from nearly getting killed by aliens with guns, to nearly getting killed by a single lion alien, to now getting killed from some random bottomless pit. All in all Daniel felt his life flash before his eyes for the fifteen times in that 5 minute span.
Slamming unceremoniously onto a hard ground. Daniel felt all the air fly out of his body as he could only finally let out a meek “Dangit....” Finally Daniel started to get back to his feet, glancing up at the opened hole above and realizing he might want to get a move on. Hopefully he might still be able to lose that thing.
Only when Daniel turned around, having his goggles turn into night vision. Daniel began to really look around his newfound location. All over the walls, sprawled out like a mad man’s drawings. Were crude pictures, all of the same thing. A lion, standing tall over what looked like people. Quietly Daniel walked over, placing a hand on one of the drawings. Confused, was that lion person friendly? Some kind of God to whoever lives on this planet?
Seeing a tunnel Daniel’s curiosity got the better of him. Seemingly having already forgotten what happened just moments ago. Daniel quietly, and cautiously plunged into the darkness. His goggles showing the way as he kept seeing drawings, plus what looked like writings in a foreign tongue. Something about all this left so many questions in Daniel’s mind. He wished he had his recorder with him badly. Everyone at the Galaxy Garrison might not even believe him about any of this!
Suddenly though Daniel felt his foot stub itself on something on the ground. With a yelp of pain Daniel hopped on one foot while consoling the other. Glancing down, where he expected a rock, only to find something much more fascinating. It was some kind of black, thick arm band looking thing. Quietly Daniel let himself go back to two feet as he leaned over. Carefully picking up the device to examine it. “What is this?” Daniel asked aloud. While he would’ve quickly dismissed it as something simple. Upon closer examination, Daniel could tell just by glancing closer at the thing there was something to this.
Cautiously, Daniel began to slide it gently up to his left wrist. Feeling it snugly fit, he couldn’t help but realize how light the thing was. What was it though? | Name: Daniel Hardcastle
Appearance:
(The goggles act as his glasses, and have optical enhancements)
Age: 22
Species: Human (English)
Planet of Origin: Earth
Personality: Daniel is considered eccentric to put it mildly. Those at the Galaxy Garrison are often put off by Daniel’s joyful personality and unique fascination into almost anything new to him. Thing is though, Daniel’s background has often left him yearning for something new in his life. In some ways, he considers those kind of things and experiences as him gaining the sort of things he should of had growing up.
Simply put though, and something no one can deny, is Daniel is a very smart young man. One of his best traits is being able to understand something complex and break it down to a simple system. Thus, he has been able to create numerous systems for a variety of tasks. From defensive capabilities, to video games. However Daniel’s behavior, and general lack of social skills, give him difficulty in working with others. Especially in his inability to really teach or explain his thoughts or creations.
Lion: The Green Lion
Bayard Weapon: Bow and Arrow, although the system works on holographic like arrows. Which allow for a nearly endless supply. The tips can be programmed to provide either a high intensity heat upon metal contact, be explosive upon contact, or have a cable line linked to it that can be used as a zip line.
History: Daniel grew up in Cire, England, a town that is needless to say, very difficult to find on a map. Despite growing up in the future and its amazing technological advances. Cire has an almost old world charm to it. Aside from a single school that operates for both Elementary and High School ages, there’s a police station, fire department, gas station, locally owned grocery store, and one or two places to eat. For most of its inhabitants that would be good enough, but Daniel wasn’t one of those people.
All his life Daniel has attached himself to the best technology he could get his hands on. Studying it, and learning how to improve whatever he could about it. His parents though weren’t thrilled about it. Often finding Daniel having taken apart appliances or other devices when left alone long enough. The second youngest of four kids, Daniel was often discouraged from the learning experiences he yearned for. Finally as soon as Daniel turned 18 he left Cire. Having saved up money to hitchhike to a Galaxy Garrison recruitment area where he promptly signed up.
It didn’t take long for Daniel’s knowledge to be put to good use. With the Garrison often having Daniel work on defense systems and study new planets for possibilities in residence. However Daniel had a hard time working with his compatriots. Some were put off by his youth, others his almost goofy behavior. It often left Daniel to work on his own, which while he enjoyed it in some ways. He still wanted to feel like he belonged, to have a real purpose. It was in some ways why he left Cire in the first place, and joined the Galaxy Garrison.
Recently, Daniel has been tasked with studying a new planet that is just out of the milky way. A jungle like planet, Daniel has been living on it in a small base camp for three weeks. Although its been fascinating work, Daniel feels the cabin fever kicking in from being isolated and is hoping something interesting will happen.... |
55,269 | 1,510 | 6 | 364 | 1,539 | Thembelani could smell the urine from the boy. He was disgusted by this pathetic creature, but he couldn't leave it behind on this planet when it clearly didn't have the competence defend itself. Before chasing after the boy he decided to take a snack, he grabbed one of the Galra and chopped off its arm. He removed the armor and snacked on the arm as he ran. He chased after the boy's urine scent.
He followed the smell to a sinkhole. He figured the thing was probably dead. Hoping that the creature might taste better than the Galra he jumped into the hole. He pulled out a cube and turned it on illuminating the cave. "Hey tiny creature thing that urinated on itself. Are you alive?" He took a final bite of the arm and threw the bones away. He then noticed the drawings. "Old writtings, kind of looks like Ancient Imbubian. Drawings of a lion. By the Preistess Goddess of Imbube!" He stopped looking for the urine soaked creature thing and started looking for one of the Lions of Voltron. | Name: General Thembelani Bhekabantu Ghakarhi Gabadeli
Age: 43
Species: Imbubian
Planet of Origin: Imbube
Personality: Thembelani is a natural born leader, has been since he was a cub where he a group of cubs on a survivalist mission were dropped in the middle of a jungle, when they made it back everyone of them insisted if it wasn’t for Thembelani none of them would have made it out, Thembelani insisted it was a team effort. He remains calm and collected no matter the situation, when faced with his people’s extinction he didn’t bat an eyelash he sacrificed everything to give them a chance.
Lion: Black
Bayard weapon: Rifle (still carries his Imbubian swords)
History: Imbube was a planet without war but a standing military large enough to wipe out a planet’s civilization within a month. So when the Galra came they fought back but after twenty years the war it was becoming apparent they were going to lose. The upper brass was already talking about enacting the final solution. Thembelani had risen in ranks quickly from his time as a cub. He watched many friends and family members die, even been forced to kill them to keep them from being taken. As a general he was privy to information that those below him were not. When talks of the final solution began Thembelani abandoned his post and stole an experimental never tested before stealth cruiser that was shelved when Galra came, he used it to get past the Galran blockade. He did not do this because of cowardice; he did this to save his people. If the legends of Voltron were true then he could use it to save his people and wipe out the blight of Galra forever. He would eradicate every Galran man, woman, and child. |
55,270 | 1,510 | 7 | 1,224 | 1,549 | As Jason descended farther into the cave he began seeing cave drawings in the form of a lion.
"What is this." he said aloud as he continued down before the cavern closed and only a single path existed at the bottom remained. Jason Wandered through and as soon as he was through the narrow passage the room that laid before him was astonishing. The floor changed from rock to metal and as soon as he looked up he saw a massive door with a lions picture on it painted in red. | Name: Jason (Jace) Planesfield
Appearance:
Age: 20
Species: Human
Planet of Origin: Earth
Personality: Jace is a fiery and hotheaded individual. He sees value in teamwork but values friends over anything else. The fastest way to get Jason fired up is to insult or put his friends in harm’s way. Growing up in a small town in Georgia he learned to defend himself and his friends without question.
Lion: Red
Bayard Weapon: Arm Blade. An energy blade extending from his wrist over his hand about a good foot and a half. (picture Edward Elric from Full Metal Alchemist for an idea of what I mean)
History: Jason grew up in the foster care system in the state of Georgia and while he never knew his real parents he did like a lot of his foster parents even if they did give him up after he would fight in school. Those fights were always about defending someone else and many foster parents didn't like that about Jason. Stating that he was too hot headed and prone to violence. Finally, a family came along that decided to channel that anger into Martial arts where Jason excelled. He quit getting into fights in school and finally had found a forever home. |
55,271 | 1,510 | 8 | 714 | 3,224 | From his hiding spot Alcori watched as five armored aliens exited the spaceship and quickly spotted his camp near the door. At first he thought they were simply interested in learning more about him from his belongings, but he changed his mind when they drew weapons. Plektita he cursed quietly enough not to be heard.
Since he had no intention in fighting Alcori hoped he could wait them out as they would eventually have to leave. That plan went up in smoke, when he spotted them attaching explosives to the door and setting them from a safe distance. With the door now open most of the alien went inside leaving two behind to stand guard.
Despite having no idea what was inside Alcori figured it had to be important for anyone to go through all that trouble to get in. For some reason he also felt like he shouldn't let anyone resorting to drawing weapons and using explosives that easily get their hands on it. He had no idea what he could do though, seeing as he was unarmed.
As he tried to figure out what to do he decided to wait until it was dark and then try to sneak up to the guards and in the meantime he could try to cobble some kind of weapon together from the junk he was hiding in. | Name: Alcori Mierco
Age: 25
Species: Alternian
Planet of Origin: Alternia
Personality: While not the smartest person in a lot of situations Alcori is an above average mechanic, mostly because his species his species has been forced to rely on salvaged and repaired technology. He is not a fan of violence unless aimed at those who deserve it like the Galran, he also avoids killing if at all possible and tries to do it as quick and painless as possible whenever he does resort to it.
Lion: The non blue leg aka the yellow one.
Bayard Weapon: Stun Baton
History: Alternia is not actually the original homeworld of the Alternians, that planet was destroyed by the Galran 3000 years ago. The few survivors fled to the first inhabitable planet they could find, a desert planet used as a junkyard by several other races. They named both the planet and themselves after the alternative to extinction they found.
Alcori was a member of a group of kids calling themselves explorers, mostly they "explored" they city they lived in. He was probably the one most serious about it or at least the only one who grew up to actually explore the planet, mostly in search of any machinery that he could repair and sell. On one of those trips he found symbols, that even he could tell were ancient, depicting some kind of giant lion on a huge metal door leading underground. Not understanding their meaning or value he didn't look into learning more about, nor did he bother to mention his findings to anyone. |
55,272 | 1,511 | 0 | 865 | 122 | THE BEGINNING
Water. It surrounds us. Fills us. Makes up 70% of us. Or...some number like that. Water makes us live. And it can make us die. It played like a movie in the back of their minds. All of them. All of us. Children screaming. Tears trickling down cheeks. The realization that they were all going to die. It took only a moment. And the world broke before their eyes. Below them, the ground shifted. Black out. Suspended in a time capsule of liquid. Between this life...and the next. Or the emptiness. Whatever you choose to believe. It was all...numb. Chaos simply funneled into nothing. Three steps. The plane. The crash. The nothingness. And yet. How was the fourth step such a monumental factor. It was as if you were dead and suddenly returned to the land of the living. Suddenly...it all becomes clear again.
And time starts to work.
Air. She needed air. Her throat began to burn. Thin, bony fingers reaching for her neck. Eyes open. Was she even crying? Annette kicked, her legs thrashing beneath her. Yet the right was caught. With something, something that she couldn’t see underneath the water. And then it was the final kick, her hands cut from pulling at the big chunk of metal that had put her down. The pain was reminding her she was alive. A tear. One shock across her leg, as the woman bit down on her tongue. But somehow she was rising. Rising up until she broke the surface. She screamed. Everything hurt. She was soaking wet. Hazel eyes found the creeper plushy, sitting. Well. Lying down. Seemingly dead as if it once lived. On the tip of the airplane wing. Which was rising like a trident from the water. Each stroke brought her closer, enough so that she could press it to her bosom. And she held on to the airplane wing. What the hell was happening to her?
For Aidan. It all worked so fast. Suddenly he was awake. And all he could think of was where he was. Not recognizing anything underwater. Suddenly, he was above the surface, shaking his head, flicking his hair back. You know. That typical way before he smoothed it back. His jaw hung, droplets falling from his chin. It was as if the plane materialized next to him. The exit door. With a grunt, he pulled it open. Well. It fell open. Almost on top of him. But he moved away in time. The water heavy jeans almost brought him down to the depths of the sea. Desperately, he unfolded the raft. Hands trembling as he did so, jaw clenched. Something crazy in his eyes. Bright yellow. Hexagonal shape. Huge. How many people could he fit? Damn that hero complex. But as Aidan dragged himself upon the raft. He had no strength. He could barely suck in air into his lungs. Even as he sat, his whole body winced from the effort. Palm pressed against his soaked chest, somehow his flesh was warm beneath. Tropical waters. Were they in tropical waters? A lone figure was clutching to the airplane wing. “Hey. Hey!” No response. As he paddled to her, he thought her dead. Damn it. The man reached, almost falling off the boat, to place his hands beneath her arms and pull her back on the boat. Profusely bleeding from one leg, but alive. She was alive. “Hold on.” Aidan looked around, before he discovered a whistle in a pocket of the raft. He blew it three times. Hard. And loud. “Anybody out there!” | ////Fuji's Characters////
FACE CLAIM: FELICITY JONES
OOC Name: Fuji
Character's Full Name: Annette Elizabeth Faust
Nicknames: Ann, Netty, Nerd-brain
Appearance:
Short, half-neck length layered brown hair. Dry and straw-like from terrifying past dyeing experiences. Contains shades of reddish brown. Hazel eyes, at least, she swears so. A small mouse like face with pouty lips and a fine nose, her body is lanky and yet not too feeble. Long arms, small wrists, short in height. Normally wearing actually cute clothes, yet on the day of the crash, was wearing a graphic Minecraft T-Shirt and black yoga pants. Plus sneakers. Totes around her thin silver rectangular glasses, cause she's near sighted. Has them on a chain cause she forgets everything that has ever come into existence. Usually wears some makeup, but in the Island she cannot. So her freckles start showing against her pale skin. Which is sure to change, since the sun is EVIL.
Personality:
Could talk for hours. She so sucked up into her own fictional world she can scarcely breathe! Loves nerding out to people and making up explanations for things that happen. Has a passionate hatred for reality TV and a consuming love for stupid romantic comedies. Rehearses pick up lines simply for the fun of it. Annette has a soft spot for people, just doesn't show it. Tending to prefer things out of reality. Loves to blow arguments out of proportion. Turns on a dime about the stupidest thing. Feels too much perhaps.
She's a picky eater. Not because she counts calories or stuff like that, simply because she doesn't like much things. Not a particular fan of the beach, thinks it's just a rather big sandbox hiding dirty secrets. Doesn't like the sun, swears she's a vampire. Before this whole fiasco, wanted to study Hematology. Says she loves to read, but pretty much knows nothing of classics. When she says she read them back to back, it means she read the first and last ten pages.
A little background/ History: Was going on a trip to see her sister who was graduating college. She was the "golden child." They forced her to go, and perhaps at one point, she almost wished they'd crash so she wouldn't have to spend "let's all clap for her" time. Along with the horrid "when are you going to end your sabatical?" and the ever so classic "when will you get a boyfriend".
Accessories: Her reading glasses & Creeper Plushie
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FACE CLAIM: SCOTT EASTWOOD
OOC Name: Fuji
Character's Full Name: Aidan Pierce
Nicknames: AP, Surfboy, Dudeman, he's cool with anything even if it's stupid
Appearance:
Kinda spiky, brownish blond hair. Short and thick. Every time he shaves, there's always stubble left behind for some reason. He has strangely round, but still quite sizable ears, able to wiggle the tip. Or at least he says he's able to wiggle the tip, but mostly cheats by moving his jaw. Tall, tan, and muscled like a feline. Thick neck, large hands and feet. Just a strangely hard cuddly bear. Mostly wears jeans and a t-shirt, or board-shorts. On the plane he was wearing stone-washed jeans, a black t-shirt and beige knit sweater that was kinda itchy and uncomfortable but it was the last gift his girlfriend gave to him. So...he wore it. Oh! His eyes, yeah, they're deep ocean blue. Sharp, nice nose. The type that you want on your kids. Yeah, a nose is very important when deciding if you want to have kids with someone. His lips are nicely sculpted, but mostly chapped from the sun. I mean, he's a nice looking guy. I guess...
Personality:
He's chill. Like almost too chill. Takes responsibility of the situation with a calm air, tries to be a "loved" leader but ends up being mostly abused by everyone else because of his cool attitude. Aidan takes time to break, to really feel anger, but when he does it's dangerous and explosive. Acts, then thinks. Full of regrets and mostly has a hard time with himself. Quick moments of weakness and selfishness. Enjoys the oceans, and find himself conflicted between solitude and company. He's a family guy, grew up with a lot of little siblings, the man is used to being the rock. The supporting pillar. The weight on his shoulders has become less of a burden and more of an expectation.
Aidan trusts too quickly, his first impressions turn out to be mostly wrong. He builds ideals of people in his head, and that scares others away. Because they are constantly failing to meet those expectations. This knucklehead is completely oblivious that most people feel that way. Simply pointing out the lack of "spark". There was no chemistry. We're too different. Ext. Ext. All those wonderful excuses that a grown man shouldn't be making in his head.
Oh. And just because he likes the beach, doesn't mean he likes to surf. He got once on a board, and that's it. But somehow the persona follows him like a puppy. Biting at his heels. Perhaps it's the tan?
A little background/ History: He got on the plane on the way back from a friend's wedding. Aidan got a call mid reception that his girlfriend, who he'd recently moved in with, had passed away in a car accident. He never made it home to the funeral.
Accessories: Pocket-knife and a leather bracelet |
55,273 | 1,511 | 1 | 761 | 1,724 | Warren Clarington
All he could remember was looking at his watch and deciding he was finally back on schedule. Finally. After almost two days of plane hopping he was back on track. Ready to back to good old Nevada, where he grew up. Then a sensation of falling. His head wildly flailing backwards, striking itself on the window of the plane. A cracking noise, a severe pain. And then blackness.
He woke to find himself in a plane wreck. Almost underwater. The situation was unbelievable. It took Warren a moment to comprehend the situation. But as soon as he realised, he took action. He had already smashed some of the window, surely he could break it some more. He bent his wrist, smashing open the weakened window with the surface of his watch. He decided he would regret that rescission later, but he didn't care. His task possessed him so much he didn't realise that his head was wounded. Nothing fatal, but it wasn't just a paper cut. As the window shattered, he harnessed some unkown force and paddled to the surface, almost as if some dead Jedi was telling him to "Use the force, Ren."
Only as he rose to the surface did he notice the pain in his head. Some of the water around him was dark. It was blood. He quickly put a hand to his head, as he pulled it away did he realise it was his. He quickly became worried, he couldn't see any land. What if he was stuck here forever and no one would know he was gone. It was almost symbolic in a way. He was stirred from his thoughts to hear a whistle blow thrice. A cry of "Anybody out there!" followed. He paddled in the direction of the sound. Eventually he came across a small raft. "Good afternoon." He said cordially, grabbing the side of the boat and hauling himself over. He looked at the man in the boat, nodding slightly before turning to the woman. "I take it you just found her. Otherwise you would have bandaged that leg, correct?" He quickly took off his tie, binding it around her wound, leaning over her to check if she had any other injuries. He didn't say anything else. The most important thing was to get to shore. | FACE CLAIM: EMILIO ESTEVEZ
OOC Name: Erklings25
Character Full Name: Warren Clarington
Nickname: Ren
Appearance: Warren has short, slightly fluffy, honey coloured hair, which he tries to keep neat. He has tried to grow a beard, but his endeavours are always in vain. This means he retains something of a baby face. His eyes are a dark blue, though in some lights they are arguably green. His face is ovular, gracefully sloping down to a blunt chin. From the side, his nose looks slightly crooked. His is tall, standing at 5' 11", but not particularly broad shouldered. He usually wears 'preppy' clothing, and the day of the crash was no different. He wore a white shirt, a red tie and blue cardigan. He also wore brown cargo shorts and leather sandals, tailor made for his rather small feet.
Personality: Warren is, in a word, withdrawn. The type who preferred to stay at home with a good book rather than go out clubbing with his friends. This makes him appear antisocial and rather cold. His primary function is logic, and he dislikes people who act without thinking. He has tendency to withdraw into his head in moments of crisis. He like to think things through to a worryingly thorough degree before acting. His lack of 'regular' emotions inspired his desire to be able to get inside of people's heads, which he can do to a worryingly good degree. He is also very blunt, and does not care to spare people on account of them being sensitive.
On the inside, he is a little bit of a nerd, and his bluntness is actually childlike honesty. His cold nature is just a defence mechanism, so people are not able to work their way into his heart and do damage, which is his greatest fear. He gets incredibly lonely, but does not want to let anyone in. This longing for affection but fear to reciprocate it has turned him into a serial womaniser.
A Little History/Background: Warren was coming back from his second year studying a doctorate criminology in Cambridge. After a lot of plane hopping, he finally was back on course to get home. He was back on schedule. Then came the crash.
Accessories: A comb (gotta keep that hair neat) and a cigarette lighter (though he ran out of cigarettes a while ago). |
55,274 | 1,511 | 2 | 2,031 | 6,357 | Sandy was reading a torch romance as the plane bumped along through minor turbulence as the ocean below rolled by at Jet aircraft speeds and some of the less well traveled fidgeted worried about nothing. She knew the statistics of flight from last years traveling partner who was a worry wart who couldn’t even climb aboard the final plane flown by the State director of antiquities who was an experienced pilot who’d flown in his country’s airforce for 20 years before become a politician and could land the thing on a postage stamp. Needless to say he received a fail on his assignment and changed his major while she’d gone onto handle her’s and his work without complaint and why she was so trusted now that she’s the point man this trip.
Sighing Sandy put away her book and fell asleep knowing she needed to store as much energy as she could because from this flight she would have to change flights two more times and then travel 135 kilometers to the dig over roads meant for donkeys and barely even met up to the standards they needed.
She was asleep instantly as she always was when she decided to sleep a talent she’d developed in foster homes as she grew up in Peachtree City Georgia.
She wasn’t sure whether she woke because of the impact or the screams of her fellow passengers but Sandy knew she was in a crash so she balled herself up in the hopes that she could protect her arms and legs from damage. She wasn’t sure but she thought a rather large male passenger who was so fat he needed two seats was the soft landing she had when she was shot out of her seat and flung across the cabin. Then there was the water which rushed in filling the craft and making the need to find the exit that much more important.
She wasn’t in a panic as she swam out of the sinking plane knowing from what she’d been taught about escaping a bus in a river that it would only speed up her end by burning up her breath before she could break the surface. It wasn’t as easy as her professor had explained to extricate herself and not panic but somehow she kept her cool and soon was breaking the surface of the water and sucking down as much air as she could to fill her starving lungs.
As she drifted on the surface trying to get her bearings something bumped her from beneath and seemed bent on pushing past her to the surface and at first she thought it was one of the other passengers but it turned out you can use parts of your seat as a floatation device. Not one to pass up on opportunity Sandy grabbed the cushion and climbed aboard so she could save energy not treading water. | OOC Name: RumikoOhara
Character's Full Name: Sandy Cooper
Nicknames: (Not so Lucky or Cursed)
Personality: Sandy is an inquisitive young woman who’s seen by her peers in college as a bookworm because she always has her Pad or a Book in her hands reading. Quiet and unobtrusive she is the perfect roommate in school especially when she is out of the country working on her Undergraduate in Anthropology (Archaeology); did I forget to mention she’s a geek girl.
Outside of the serious field in which she is seeking a Doctorate Sandy loves things like Anime, Comic Books, and Fantasy. She attends the yearly convention in Atlanta where she goes to Emory and can be seen that time of year dressed in at least three different Cosplay costumes which amuses her roommates and the neighbors and she doesn’t bat an eyelash.
But that is the Civilization Sandy because when she is on a dig she is a tireless excavator, cataloger, cook, nurse, or whatever else she’s asked to be by her professors. She is more in her element when digging through the earth of past ages and shifting the remains of someone out of the terrain than she ever felt at home.
Background/ History: Sandy was on her way to a dig and the flight her first leg as she was flying halfway around the world. Normally she would have been traveling with the rest of the Dig crew but in this instance she’s the lead element of the dig and was going to make sure they had the equipment and laborers ready and waiting for the professors and other graduate students to arrive.
Accessories: Victorian Ladies Compass given to her by her Grandmother who said it was once her great, grandmothers. Designed for ornamentation more than service it still has a beautiful needle and face which can serve as its intended appearance if you had no other. |
55,275 | 1,511 | 3 | 2,630 | 11 | Anthony James Webber
Anthony just came back from the bathroom and sat back on his seat. Before the plane took off he managed to convince the person next to him to switch seats with him so that Anthony could stay next to the window. The guy was nice enough to accept. As he sat back on his seat Anthony rested his head next to the window and closed his eyes hoping to catch some shuteye before the plane reaches it's destination. Afterall he would need all the rest he can get because he knew that dealing with his ex-wife would be a tiring job.
Unfortunately for him he only managed to get about 15 minutes of sleep because the violent turbulences that the plane started to have woke him up. Anthony was shaking left and right as he looked around him trying to make sense of things. Pieces of the plane were falling apart, people were screaming in fear. "You gotta be kidding me!" He said outloud as he grabbed his chair with one hand and the chair in front of him with the other.
It was useless however as he was sent flying from one side of the plane to the other. That resulted in him hitting his head hard and passing out. He woke up with a terrible headache and as he looked around the whole plane was a mess. There were seats and plane parts everywhere, dead passengers and water mixed with blood. The plane was catching up water fast so with some effort he pushed away a dead body that wwas on top of him and quickly made his way to the plane's door, which seemed to be opened. He looked left and right and started swimming to the top. After getting his head out of the water Anthony started looking around.
There was no sight of any land anywhere and just as he started thinking for the worst he heard a whistle and the voice of a man shouting. He followed the sound all the way to an inflatable raft with three people inside. Two men and a young woman which seemed to have a leg injury. He gathered his strength and got on the raft as he put his hands on his legs and started catching his breath. "Hey! You guys are from the plane too right?" He said as he stopped for a second checking out the girl's injury. Then looking back at the guy with the whistle. "For a moment there I thought I was the only survivor. We really should get out of here. There are sharks in these waters and they're drawn to blood like crazy. And there's plenty of that in the water right now. Does anybody happen to know where the hell we are?" He said as he ran his hands through his water soaked hair. | Face Claim: Milo Ventimiglia
OOC Name: Vlad P
Character's Full Name: Anthony James Webber
Nicknames: Nino, AJ
Appearance: Anthony has been growing his hair for the last year and a half currently reaching shoulder length. He has brown eyes and a moustache which is the last remains of the thick beard he used to have up until 3 weeks ago. He has a height of 5 ft and 9 in and a weight of 178 pounds. He has no tattoos, birth marks or other things that might make him stand out. Anthony likes to dress in street type clothes which means that you will rarely see him in a suit or other types of formal wear. On the day of the crash he was wearing blue jeans, black canvas shoes, a black t-shirt and a black leather jacket over it.
Personality: In his 40 years of life Anthony had to rely on himself most of the time which is why he is very distrustful of strangers and people outside of his circle of friends and familiar people. That does not mean however that he is a jackass. He treats those he comes in contact with nicely but maintains his distance. He opens up however if he sees that the person is worth it.
He never regrets his decisions even if they turn out to be bad decisions and once he is involved in something he goes all the way with it. He rarely ever gets angry preffering to ignore people that annoy him or he treats them with his trademark coldness. Anthony is a simple person that enjoys simple things and is generally happy with his life even though those around him keep telling him that he is capable of more. He loves cars and music which also comprise most of his universe.
A little background/History: He was going to visit his ex-wife and his 7 year old son. They moved away some time after the divorce and him losing the custody.
Accessories: His smartphone with 63% battery left and a pack of chewing gum. |
55,276 | 1,511 | 4 | 865 | 122 | AIDAN PIERCE
“I...didn’t have anything do bandage it with. I barely knew she was alive until a few seconds ago.” Aidan swallowed, eyes wide as he watched the stranger used his tie, in a creative way, to bandage the leg wound. Well. It wasn’t like he owned the boat, but it was still a surprise when he had basically sprung from the water. “Are you a med student?” Yup. He really sucked at telling ages. Yet his brows furrowed as he saw the cut on the man’s head. “Hey dude you...uh.” He motioned at the back of his own head, lips pressed together. It looked bad. “Your head.” And yet...ANOTHER GUY JUMPED ON THE RAFT. Whoa. This was a little bit much. He was...confused. His mind was jumbled, he couldn’t think straight. And all of the sudden they were appearing. Aidan. Come on. You’re a nice guy. Hold it together. “Yeah. I’m from the plane.” Jaw locked, he nodded. “Well...considering where we were heading. This is probably somewhere in the Caribbean. Water temperature and all.” His hands were still shaking, and yet he was able to breath and have some...rational thought.
ANNETTE ELIZABETH FAUST
“Oh my god.” Hazel eyes flew open. And suddenly, she was surrounded by a bunch of men. That would probably be one of her fantasies as long as they were a character from a book or a television series. But they were out here in the middle of the ocean. And her...plushie! Where was her plushie! Annette shot a look at Aidan and reached for the creeper. “Please.” There was a slight smirk on his face as he handed it over. “Aren’t you a little old for Minecraft?” Annette simply shook her head, but a laugh spilled from her mouth. A nervous chuckle. “Geez. I probably am.” Her hand slipped down to her pulsating leg, wrapped in a tie. What? Confusion marred her features for a second, as her chin tipped up. “Thanks...but there’s a girl over there. We are in desperate need...of estrogen.” She swallowed, pointing at the girl who clung on to a cushion seat flotation device. Sitting up, Annette felt a shock cross her leg. Deep breaths. “Guys...there’s a shark.” The dark creature was sliding right for the girl! “Come on heroes. Do something!”
AIDAN PIERCE...again
“Sure thing Bossy-Pants.” Aidan slipped out of the boat with a shake of the head, taking his pocket knife out of his...well, his pocket. “Anybody wanna help?” | ////Fuji's Characters////
FACE CLAIM: FELICITY JONES
OOC Name: Fuji
Character's Full Name: Annette Elizabeth Faust
Nicknames: Ann, Netty, Nerd-brain
Appearance:
Short, half-neck length layered brown hair. Dry and straw-like from terrifying past dyeing experiences. Contains shades of reddish brown. Hazel eyes, at least, she swears so. A small mouse like face with pouty lips and a fine nose, her body is lanky and yet not too feeble. Long arms, small wrists, short in height. Normally wearing actually cute clothes, yet on the day of the crash, was wearing a graphic Minecraft T-Shirt and black yoga pants. Plus sneakers. Totes around her thin silver rectangular glasses, cause she's near sighted. Has them on a chain cause she forgets everything that has ever come into existence. Usually wears some makeup, but in the Island she cannot. So her freckles start showing against her pale skin. Which is sure to change, since the sun is EVIL.
Personality:
Could talk for hours. She so sucked up into her own fictional world she can scarcely breathe! Loves nerding out to people and making up explanations for things that happen. Has a passionate hatred for reality TV and a consuming love for stupid romantic comedies. Rehearses pick up lines simply for the fun of it. Annette has a soft spot for people, just doesn't show it. Tending to prefer things out of reality. Loves to blow arguments out of proportion. Turns on a dime about the stupidest thing. Feels too much perhaps.
She's a picky eater. Not because she counts calories or stuff like that, simply because she doesn't like much things. Not a particular fan of the beach, thinks it's just a rather big sandbox hiding dirty secrets. Doesn't like the sun, swears she's a vampire. Before this whole fiasco, wanted to study Hematology. Says she loves to read, but pretty much knows nothing of classics. When she says she read them back to back, it means she read the first and last ten pages.
A little background/ History: Was going on a trip to see her sister who was graduating college. She was the "golden child." They forced her to go, and perhaps at one point, she almost wished they'd crash so she wouldn't have to spend "let's all clap for her" time. Along with the horrid "when are you going to end your sabatical?" and the ever so classic "when will you get a boyfriend".
Accessories: Her reading glasses & Creeper Plushie
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FACE CLAIM: SCOTT EASTWOOD
OOC Name: Fuji
Character's Full Name: Aidan Pierce
Nicknames: AP, Surfboy, Dudeman, he's cool with anything even if it's stupid
Appearance:
Kinda spiky, brownish blond hair. Short and thick. Every time he shaves, there's always stubble left behind for some reason. He has strangely round, but still quite sizable ears, able to wiggle the tip. Or at least he says he's able to wiggle the tip, but mostly cheats by moving his jaw. Tall, tan, and muscled like a feline. Thick neck, large hands and feet. Just a strangely hard cuddly bear. Mostly wears jeans and a t-shirt, or board-shorts. On the plane he was wearing stone-washed jeans, a black t-shirt and beige knit sweater that was kinda itchy and uncomfortable but it was the last gift his girlfriend gave to him. So...he wore it. Oh! His eyes, yeah, they're deep ocean blue. Sharp, nice nose. The type that you want on your kids. Yeah, a nose is very important when deciding if you want to have kids with someone. His lips are nicely sculpted, but mostly chapped from the sun. I mean, he's a nice looking guy. I guess...
Personality:
He's chill. Like almost too chill. Takes responsibility of the situation with a calm air, tries to be a "loved" leader but ends up being mostly abused by everyone else because of his cool attitude. Aidan takes time to break, to really feel anger, but when he does it's dangerous and explosive. Acts, then thinks. Full of regrets and mostly has a hard time with himself. Quick moments of weakness and selfishness. Enjoys the oceans, and find himself conflicted between solitude and company. He's a family guy, grew up with a lot of little siblings, the man is used to being the rock. The supporting pillar. The weight on his shoulders has become less of a burden and more of an expectation.
Aidan trusts too quickly, his first impressions turn out to be mostly wrong. He builds ideals of people in his head, and that scares others away. Because they are constantly failing to meet those expectations. This knucklehead is completely oblivious that most people feel that way. Simply pointing out the lack of "spark". There was no chemistry. We're too different. Ext. Ext. All those wonderful excuses that a grown man shouldn't be making in his head.
Oh. And just because he likes the beach, doesn't mean he likes to surf. He got once on a board, and that's it. But somehow the persona follows him like a puppy. Biting at his heels. Perhaps it's the tan?
A little background/ History: He got on the plane on the way back from a friend's wedding. Aidan got a call mid reception that his girlfriend, who he'd recently moved in with, had passed away in a car accident. He never made it home to the funeral.
Accessories: Pocket-knife and a leather bracelet |
55,277 | 1,511 | 5 | 761 | 1,724 | Warren Clarington
Warren didn't turn around to face Aidan, he was too busy concentrating on the woman's leg wound. It didn't appear to be infected, but these foreign waters were probably infected. "A med student? Not exactly. I'm a criminologist. In training, that is. But I've done enough first aid courses to know how to handle an injury." He turned around to face Aidan. What about his head? Oh, yes the wound. The bleeding. That. He coolly shrugged it off, deciding to return to the matter at hand. Sure, the cut hurt like hell, if he concentrated on other things, surely he wouldn't notice.
As the other man pushed himself onto the boat, Warren shot him a simple, conservative nod. Too many people were popping up from the water it seemed. Like they were all nymphs, or naiads. "Gentlemen. I hate to be the realist, but where we are will not change things. As long as we have food and we know that we can signal any planes that fly over we should be a-okay." His attention once again shifted as he heard a female voice. A female who seemed to care only for her creeper. It was kind of cute, but a bit odd. Well, more than a bit.
As Aidan slid out the boat, requesting assistance to help him rescue the stranded girl he shook his head. Nope, that did not help the pain relief in the slightest. "Count me out. I don't think the bleeding guy will stop a shark attack." He suddenly turned on the girl with the injured leg, rolling his eyes. "Oh, hell. Come here!" He muttered, pushing her back down onto the boat. Maybe he seemed rather abrupt, but she needed to look after herself. He patted her in the shoulder, a signal to stay down, before lifting her ingured leg, getting onto he knees, resting it on his shoulder. He moved down to a box position, didn't want her to tear a muscle. "You want to heal faster? Then you gotta keep that leg elavated. And give me back my tie when you're done with it, ok?" | FACE CLAIM: EMILIO ESTEVEZ
OOC Name: Erklings25
Character Full Name: Warren Clarington
Nickname: Ren
Appearance: Warren has short, slightly fluffy, honey coloured hair, which he tries to keep neat. He has tried to grow a beard, but his endeavours are always in vain. This means he retains something of a baby face. His eyes are a dark blue, though in some lights they are arguably green. His face is ovular, gracefully sloping down to a blunt chin. From the side, his nose looks slightly crooked. His is tall, standing at 5' 11", but not particularly broad shouldered. He usually wears 'preppy' clothing, and the day of the crash was no different. He wore a white shirt, a red tie and blue cardigan. He also wore brown cargo shorts and leather sandals, tailor made for his rather small feet.
Personality: Warren is, in a word, withdrawn. The type who preferred to stay at home with a good book rather than go out clubbing with his friends. This makes him appear antisocial and rather cold. His primary function is logic, and he dislikes people who act without thinking. He has tendency to withdraw into his head in moments of crisis. He like to think things through to a worryingly thorough degree before acting. His lack of 'regular' emotions inspired his desire to be able to get inside of people's heads, which he can do to a worryingly good degree. He is also very blunt, and does not care to spare people on account of them being sensitive.
On the inside, he is a little bit of a nerd, and his bluntness is actually childlike honesty. His cold nature is just a defence mechanism, so people are not able to work their way into his heart and do damage, which is his greatest fear. He gets incredibly lonely, but does not want to let anyone in. This longing for affection but fear to reciprocate it has turned him into a serial womaniser.
A Little History/Background: Warren was coming back from his second year studying a doctorate criminology in Cambridge. After a lot of plane hopping, he finally was back on course to get home. He was back on schedule. Then came the crash.
Accessories: A comb (gotta keep that hair neat) and a cigarette lighter (though he ran out of cigarettes a while ago). |
55,278 | 1,511 | 6 | 2,031 | 6,357 | Sandy had been concentrating on recovering her energy after her escape from the sinking plane when she heard a woman in the nearby raft call out shark which seemed odd to her because the fin cutting the surface trope was purely Hollywood; if a shark attacked a person or animal on the surface they prefered the stealthy bottom up approach. So twisting around and assuming the other woman was right she tried to find her investigator as a plan formed in her mind. The shark would know she wasn’t injured because she wasn’t bleeding or thrashing around on the surface and be cautious in its approach, its first bite would be exploratory as it tried to decide if she were worth the effort. Sharks weren’t the mindless eating machine people thought of them as, even a feeding frenzy had more control than many could see and it was because a shark had to protect their ability to continue to hunt.
So that in mind Sandy slid off her cushion and submerged and opened her eyes as she gripped the seat laying her body as flat with the surface as she were able to. She was beginning to clear her vision when she saw the approaching blur that was the shark or whatever it was that was coming at her. Her plan was likely to not go as she planned but if she could manage it she was going to shove the seat cushion in it’s face in the hope that it would bite the fabric and rubber and if lucky think it was how she tasted and swim away disgusted.
”They say if you’re falling you should flap your arms, who knows you might be the first to fly” | OOC Name: RumikoOhara
Character's Full Name: Sandy Cooper
Nicknames: (Not so Lucky or Cursed)
Personality: Sandy is an inquisitive young woman who’s seen by her peers in college as a bookworm because she always has her Pad or a Book in her hands reading. Quiet and unobtrusive she is the perfect roommate in school especially when she is out of the country working on her Undergraduate in Anthropology (Archaeology); did I forget to mention she’s a geek girl.
Outside of the serious field in which she is seeking a Doctorate Sandy loves things like Anime, Comic Books, and Fantasy. She attends the yearly convention in Atlanta where she goes to Emory and can be seen that time of year dressed in at least three different Cosplay costumes which amuses her roommates and the neighbors and she doesn’t bat an eyelash.
But that is the Civilization Sandy because when she is on a dig she is a tireless excavator, cataloger, cook, nurse, or whatever else she’s asked to be by her professors. She is more in her element when digging through the earth of past ages and shifting the remains of someone out of the terrain than she ever felt at home.
Background/ History: Sandy was on her way to a dig and the flight her first leg as she was flying halfway around the world. Normally she would have been traveling with the rest of the Dig crew but in this instance she’s the lead element of the dig and was going to make sure they had the equipment and laborers ready and waiting for the professors and other graduate students to arrive.
Accessories: Victorian Ladies Compass given to her by her Grandmother who said it was once her great, grandmothers. Designed for ornamentation more than service it still has a beautiful needle and face which can serve as its intended appearance if you had no other. |
55,279 | 1,511 | 7 | 2,630 | 11 | Anthony James Webber
The man responded to Anthony's question saying that they're probably in the Caribbean. That would have been pretty awesome if they weren't floating around in a raft next to a crashed plane. The other guy seemed concerned with the girl's injury. The word shark had the girl pretty concerned as she imidieatly pointed one out. Anthony looked in the direction that the girl pointed seeing what looked like a shark fin heading towards them. "Oh this is just great!" He said with a concerned tone as he nodded his head in dissaproval afterwards.
After the girl told the boys to do something about it Anthony sees one of the guys jumping in the water with a pocket knife in his hand, asking if anyone would help. "Are you nuts? You really mean to fight a shark with a pocket knife? get back in here!" Said Anthony trying to convince the guy to come back on the raft. "Jesus Christ!" Said Anthony as he eventually jumped in the water in the water alongside the guy. "Is it too late to mention that you're bleeding. Huh? You're like an invitation for supper." Said Anthony to the guy looking at him afterwards. | Face Claim: Milo Ventimiglia
OOC Name: Vlad P
Character's Full Name: Anthony James Webber
Nicknames: Nino, AJ
Appearance: Anthony has been growing his hair for the last year and a half currently reaching shoulder length. He has brown eyes and a moustache which is the last remains of the thick beard he used to have up until 3 weeks ago. He has a height of 5 ft and 9 in and a weight of 178 pounds. He has no tattoos, birth marks or other things that might make him stand out. Anthony likes to dress in street type clothes which means that you will rarely see him in a suit or other types of formal wear. On the day of the crash he was wearing blue jeans, black canvas shoes, a black t-shirt and a black leather jacket over it.
Personality: In his 40 years of life Anthony had to rely on himself most of the time which is why he is very distrustful of strangers and people outside of his circle of friends and familiar people. That does not mean however that he is a jackass. He treats those he comes in contact with nicely but maintains his distance. He opens up however if he sees that the person is worth it.
He never regrets his decisions even if they turn out to be bad decisions and once he is involved in something he goes all the way with it. He rarely ever gets angry preffering to ignore people that annoy him or he treats them with his trademark coldness. Anthony is a simple person that enjoys simple things and is generally happy with his life even though those around him keep telling him that he is capable of more. He loves cars and music which also comprise most of his universe.
A little background/History: He was going to visit his ex-wife and his 7 year old son. They moved away some time after the divorce and him losing the custody.
Accessories: His smartphone with 63% battery left and a pack of chewing gum. |
55,280 | 1,511 | 8 | 865 | 122 | OOC: Oops, someone knows about sharks far more than I do XD
AIDAN PIERCE
Criminologist? Damn. That was a...fancy term. And Aidan was just the guy who hadn’t gone to college. How was he so calm? So...collected. After all he considered himself to be a pretty relaxed and fun guy. Yet he was...oh boy. So full of emotions and shit. Aidan simply nodded at his words about food or a plane. Yet he looked up at the sky. Not so sure how many planes would fly by and be able to see them. Fast forward, and he was out of the boat and in the water. Ready to get the girl and save the day. You know. Good guy protocol. Criminologist didn’t come. Too busy trying to wrangle monkey-girl. The other dude, well, he proved more responsive. Yet Aidan simply chuckled, amused at his reaction. Until he jumped in the water. He was bleeding? “Don’t worry. I can’t feel a thing.” With a charming smile, he looked back over at the girl. “Perhaps we’re out of our league...” She seemed to have things under control. “Wait a minute.” Aidan swam towards her, and clicked his tongue. In a very failed...awful way of trying to attract the animal. Then...suddenly, a dolphin popped out of the water. And began to press his snout against Aidan’s hand. “That’s a good boy.” He turned to look at his “crew”. “They’re not afraid of people. Land must be nearby.”
ANNETTE ELIZABETH FAUST
“Hey!” Annette gasped, frowning as the stranger pushed her back onto the boat. “Oww. Oww.” She whispered hissing through her teeth. Couldn’t he be a little more gentle. Eyes widening as he placed her leg over his shoulder. As he gave orders, she nodded. “Yes sir.” She saluted mockingly, with a half smile on her mouth. Two men off the boat. And then the man who’d asked her if she was too old for minecraft, began to speak again. “What the...” Of course, the girl wasn’t a damsel in distress. She was the only distressed thing in that lifeboat. Apparently. And yet surfer dude swam out. “Hey...” But then. “Of course, it was a dolphin.” Annette looked at the other guys, chuckling in disbelief. “We’ve got a dolphin boy.” A doctor, a dolphin whisperer, and Jane of the jungle. She was just creeper girl. And the other dude was...something.
Great. Just great. | ////Fuji's Characters////
FACE CLAIM: FELICITY JONES
OOC Name: Fuji
Character's Full Name: Annette Elizabeth Faust
Nicknames: Ann, Netty, Nerd-brain
Appearance:
Short, half-neck length layered brown hair. Dry and straw-like from terrifying past dyeing experiences. Contains shades of reddish brown. Hazel eyes, at least, she swears so. A small mouse like face with pouty lips and a fine nose, her body is lanky and yet not too feeble. Long arms, small wrists, short in height. Normally wearing actually cute clothes, yet on the day of the crash, was wearing a graphic Minecraft T-Shirt and black yoga pants. Plus sneakers. Totes around her thin silver rectangular glasses, cause she's near sighted. Has them on a chain cause she forgets everything that has ever come into existence. Usually wears some makeup, but in the Island she cannot. So her freckles start showing against her pale skin. Which is sure to change, since the sun is EVIL.
Personality:
Could talk for hours. She so sucked up into her own fictional world she can scarcely breathe! Loves nerding out to people and making up explanations for things that happen. Has a passionate hatred for reality TV and a consuming love for stupid romantic comedies. Rehearses pick up lines simply for the fun of it. Annette has a soft spot for people, just doesn't show it. Tending to prefer things out of reality. Loves to blow arguments out of proportion. Turns on a dime about the stupidest thing. Feels too much perhaps.
She's a picky eater. Not because she counts calories or stuff like that, simply because she doesn't like much things. Not a particular fan of the beach, thinks it's just a rather big sandbox hiding dirty secrets. Doesn't like the sun, swears she's a vampire. Before this whole fiasco, wanted to study Hematology. Says she loves to read, but pretty much knows nothing of classics. When she says she read them back to back, it means she read the first and last ten pages.
A little background/ History: Was going on a trip to see her sister who was graduating college. She was the "golden child." They forced her to go, and perhaps at one point, she almost wished they'd crash so she wouldn't have to spend "let's all clap for her" time. Along with the horrid "when are you going to end your sabatical?" and the ever so classic "when will you get a boyfriend".
Accessories: Her reading glasses & Creeper Plushie
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FACE CLAIM: SCOTT EASTWOOD
OOC Name: Fuji
Character's Full Name: Aidan Pierce
Nicknames: AP, Surfboy, Dudeman, he's cool with anything even if it's stupid
Appearance:
Kinda spiky, brownish blond hair. Short and thick. Every time he shaves, there's always stubble left behind for some reason. He has strangely round, but still quite sizable ears, able to wiggle the tip. Or at least he says he's able to wiggle the tip, but mostly cheats by moving his jaw. Tall, tan, and muscled like a feline. Thick neck, large hands and feet. Just a strangely hard cuddly bear. Mostly wears jeans and a t-shirt, or board-shorts. On the plane he was wearing stone-washed jeans, a black t-shirt and beige knit sweater that was kinda itchy and uncomfortable but it was the last gift his girlfriend gave to him. So...he wore it. Oh! His eyes, yeah, they're deep ocean blue. Sharp, nice nose. The type that you want on your kids. Yeah, a nose is very important when deciding if you want to have kids with someone. His lips are nicely sculpted, but mostly chapped from the sun. I mean, he's a nice looking guy. I guess...
Personality:
He's chill. Like almost too chill. Takes responsibility of the situation with a calm air, tries to be a "loved" leader but ends up being mostly abused by everyone else because of his cool attitude. Aidan takes time to break, to really feel anger, but when he does it's dangerous and explosive. Acts, then thinks. Full of regrets and mostly has a hard time with himself. Quick moments of weakness and selfishness. Enjoys the oceans, and find himself conflicted between solitude and company. He's a family guy, grew up with a lot of little siblings, the man is used to being the rock. The supporting pillar. The weight on his shoulders has become less of a burden and more of an expectation.
Aidan trusts too quickly, his first impressions turn out to be mostly wrong. He builds ideals of people in his head, and that scares others away. Because they are constantly failing to meet those expectations. This knucklehead is completely oblivious that most people feel that way. Simply pointing out the lack of "spark". There was no chemistry. We're too different. Ext. Ext. All those wonderful excuses that a grown man shouldn't be making in his head.
Oh. And just because he likes the beach, doesn't mean he likes to surf. He got once on a board, and that's it. But somehow the persona follows him like a puppy. Biting at his heels. Perhaps it's the tan?
A little background/ History: He got on the plane on the way back from a friend's wedding. Aidan got a call mid reception that his girlfriend, who he'd recently moved in with, had passed away in a car accident. He never made it home to the funeral.
Accessories: Pocket-knife and a leather bracelet |
55,281 | 1,511 | 9 | 2,031 | 6,357 | When Sandy Discovered she was facing a Dolphin she had to laugh and did once she broke the surface and as she giggled she hoped her heart would settle down soon. She slid up onto the cushion again and pushed herself up so she could see around for herself and look at the creature that had fooled her because her eyes hadn’t adjusted to the saltwater before it got close.
Now I feel silly about my worry even though the chances it was a shark this early I knew were astronomical said with a giggle of relief
She heard the comment of land nearby and knew if there was one of the best signposts would be birds but also knew that whether they were flying to or from the island a tricky call and because of that she was trying to remember everything she knew about the habits of seabirds.
She quickly came up with a logical assumption and that was that like people birds had a rush hour at certain times of day and it not being morning thought it a good chance that they would be flying home at this time of day because an early start at daylight again was a trait the birds had with people. The morning sun would have heated up the surrounding landscape providing updrafts for them to use and their hunting at sea would peak around noon meaning they head for home after that time.
The birds will most likely be flying towards land this time of day so we should keep an eye out for them and then set or course by their flight path, at least that’s my best suggestion said Sandy as she paddled close to the raft | OOC Name: RumikoOhara
Character's Full Name: Sandy Cooper
Nicknames: (Not so Lucky or Cursed)
Personality: Sandy is an inquisitive young woman who’s seen by her peers in college as a bookworm because she always has her Pad or a Book in her hands reading. Quiet and unobtrusive she is the perfect roommate in school especially when she is out of the country working on her Undergraduate in Anthropology (Archaeology); did I forget to mention she’s a geek girl.
Outside of the serious field in which she is seeking a Doctorate Sandy loves things like Anime, Comic Books, and Fantasy. She attends the yearly convention in Atlanta where she goes to Emory and can be seen that time of year dressed in at least three different Cosplay costumes which amuses her roommates and the neighbors and she doesn’t bat an eyelash.
But that is the Civilization Sandy because when she is on a dig she is a tireless excavator, cataloger, cook, nurse, or whatever else she’s asked to be by her professors. She is more in her element when digging through the earth of past ages and shifting the remains of someone out of the terrain than she ever felt at home.
Background/ History: Sandy was on her way to a dig and the flight her first leg as she was flying halfway around the world. Normally she would have been traveling with the rest of the Dig crew but in this instance she’s the lead element of the dig and was going to make sure they had the equipment and laborers ready and waiting for the professors and other graduate students to arrive.
Accessories: Victorian Ladies Compass given to her by her Grandmother who said it was once her great, grandmothers. Designed for ornamentation more than service it still has a beautiful needle and face which can serve as its intended appearance if you had no other. |
55,282 | 1,511 | 10 | 761 | 1,724 | Warren Clarington
Warren slid away from the woman, staring intensely, almost daring her to move her leg. He leaned over the side of the boat, paddling it forwards. It wasn't moving very fast, but it was still moving. That was the main thing. His usual look of intensity turned to one of bemusement as the shark they were all anticipating turned out to be a dolphin. And as Aidan suddenly became the king of the dolphins, he almost smiled. Almost. He wasn't quite ready for that kind of self expression yet.
He looked over his shoulder at Annette, glowering slightly. "I guess you're the girl who cried shark, aren't you? Maybe if it was a squid you would have been more accurate. Minecrafters love their squids right?" He turned away and added "And, no, I don't think you're too old. For Minecraft, that is. What are you, twenty? Definitely not too old."
As he grew closer to Sandy, he leaned over the edge even more, risking toppling into the water. He reached out to grab her, getting a hold of her arm, managing to find that elusive strength again and to pull her out of the water. "Welcome aboard, soldier." He said, pressing two fingers to his temple and saluting. "I take it you weren't mercilessly ravaged by the big scary dolphin?" | FACE CLAIM: EMILIO ESTEVEZ
OOC Name: Erklings25
Character Full Name: Warren Clarington
Nickname: Ren
Appearance: Warren has short, slightly fluffy, honey coloured hair, which he tries to keep neat. He has tried to grow a beard, but his endeavours are always in vain. This means he retains something of a baby face. His eyes are a dark blue, though in some lights they are arguably green. His face is ovular, gracefully sloping down to a blunt chin. From the side, his nose looks slightly crooked. His is tall, standing at 5' 11", but not particularly broad shouldered. He usually wears 'preppy' clothing, and the day of the crash was no different. He wore a white shirt, a red tie and blue cardigan. He also wore brown cargo shorts and leather sandals, tailor made for his rather small feet.
Personality: Warren is, in a word, withdrawn. The type who preferred to stay at home with a good book rather than go out clubbing with his friends. This makes him appear antisocial and rather cold. His primary function is logic, and he dislikes people who act without thinking. He has tendency to withdraw into his head in moments of crisis. He like to think things through to a worryingly thorough degree before acting. His lack of 'regular' emotions inspired his desire to be able to get inside of people's heads, which he can do to a worryingly good degree. He is also very blunt, and does not care to spare people on account of them being sensitive.
On the inside, he is a little bit of a nerd, and his bluntness is actually childlike honesty. His cold nature is just a defence mechanism, so people are not able to work their way into his heart and do damage, which is his greatest fear. He gets incredibly lonely, but does not want to let anyone in. This longing for affection but fear to reciprocate it has turned him into a serial womaniser.
A Little History/Background: Warren was coming back from his second year studying a doctorate criminology in Cambridge. After a lot of plane hopping, he finally was back on course to get home. He was back on schedule. Then came the crash.
Accessories: A comb (gotta keep that hair neat) and a cigarette lighter (though he ran out of cigarettes a while ago). |
55,283 | 1,511 | 11 | 2,630 | 11 | Anthony James Webber
As the creature approached them Anthony became more and more tense. One could tell that from the look on his face. Although he knew this was a bad idea he felt like he couldn't leave the poor fool die alone. And now here he was in the water next to him. As the creature popped out of the water he calmed down seeing that the ravenous shark turned out to be a friendly and playful dolphin. "Wonderful." Said Anthony slapping the water with his hands. As he was wiping his face of the water Anthony saw another survivor pop up. A 2nd girl. And quite a pretty one too. Anthony liked her eyes. He then started playing with the dolphin too, putting one hand on his back and with the other he was maintaining himself on the surface of the water. | Face Claim: Milo Ventimiglia
OOC Name: Vlad P
Character's Full Name: Anthony James Webber
Nicknames: Nino, AJ
Appearance: Anthony has been growing his hair for the last year and a half currently reaching shoulder length. He has brown eyes and a moustache which is the last remains of the thick beard he used to have up until 3 weeks ago. He has a height of 5 ft and 9 in and a weight of 178 pounds. He has no tattoos, birth marks or other things that might make him stand out. Anthony likes to dress in street type clothes which means that you will rarely see him in a suit or other types of formal wear. On the day of the crash he was wearing blue jeans, black canvas shoes, a black t-shirt and a black leather jacket over it.
Personality: In his 40 years of life Anthony had to rely on himself most of the time which is why he is very distrustful of strangers and people outside of his circle of friends and familiar people. That does not mean however that he is a jackass. He treats those he comes in contact with nicely but maintains his distance. He opens up however if he sees that the person is worth it.
He never regrets his decisions even if they turn out to be bad decisions and once he is involved in something he goes all the way with it. He rarely ever gets angry preffering to ignore people that annoy him or he treats them with his trademark coldness. Anthony is a simple person that enjoys simple things and is generally happy with his life even though those around him keep telling him that he is capable of more. He loves cars and music which also comprise most of his universe.
A little background/History: He was going to visit his ex-wife and his 7 year old son. They moved away some time after the divorce and him losing the custody.
Accessories: His smartphone with 63% battery left and a pack of chewing gum. |
55,284 | 1,511 | 12 | 865 | 122 | AIDAN PIERCE
Was she....talking to him? Or to herself? Aidan narrowed his eyes at the woman, babbling words he couldn’t quite hear. Yet she paddled to the boat, and both men were quite welcoming. A smirk danced upon his lips, fingers treading through soaked hair. She used to tell him he had a love-sick puppy face. Before she...perished. The dolphin moved along to play with the other brave man that had hopped into the water. And so he pulled himself back up, sticking to a corner and watching the clouds roll lazily across the sky. Birds. Birds would be there path. Blue eyes settled on the woman. Seemingly containing a lot of knowledge about theses things. There were seagull cries above them, and he squinted at the birds. “So are we supposed to follow those? Or just go straight over there...” Aidan pointed at the dark mass of land, starboard from the ship. Raft. Whatever. It was far but...wherever these seagulls could take them was probably not as close. “It’s as if...it simply appeared.” The man rubbed at his chin, was it really not there a moment ago? Something was off about this island. Really, really off.
ANNETTE ELIZABETH FAUST
“Okay...I won’t move.” Annette stared down the stranger. He was awfully...intent about doctoring. Everybody relaxed around the discovery of the dolphin. And then he decided to make more snarky conversation. Did he think he sound nice or was her resting bitch-face on? No clue. “They’re common. But they only give ink sacs. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a shark on Minecraft. Except for Mods.” She nodded, in the zone, sort of. It was one of the few things she knew about. Unlike dolphin boy and bird girl. Well....dolphin boy seemed kinda...lonely. “Twenty and a half.” She corrected tie-guy. “I’ll be twenty in August.” Of course, she’d most likely not know it was her birthday unless they got the hell out of the middle of the ocean. Dolphin boy then pointed. What the...it was never there before. Oh well! “Paddle!” She attempted to push away from tie-guy and lean over the edge to paddle with her palm. As Aidan was already doing. Her leg wouldn’t be too useful anyway if she was soon dead. | ////Fuji's Characters////
FACE CLAIM: FELICITY JONES
OOC Name: Fuji
Character's Full Name: Annette Elizabeth Faust
Nicknames: Ann, Netty, Nerd-brain
Appearance:
Short, half-neck length layered brown hair. Dry and straw-like from terrifying past dyeing experiences. Contains shades of reddish brown. Hazel eyes, at least, she swears so. A small mouse like face with pouty lips and a fine nose, her body is lanky and yet not too feeble. Long arms, small wrists, short in height. Normally wearing actually cute clothes, yet on the day of the crash, was wearing a graphic Minecraft T-Shirt and black yoga pants. Plus sneakers. Totes around her thin silver rectangular glasses, cause she's near sighted. Has them on a chain cause she forgets everything that has ever come into existence. Usually wears some makeup, but in the Island she cannot. So her freckles start showing against her pale skin. Which is sure to change, since the sun is EVIL.
Personality:
Could talk for hours. She so sucked up into her own fictional world she can scarcely breathe! Loves nerding out to people and making up explanations for things that happen. Has a passionate hatred for reality TV and a consuming love for stupid romantic comedies. Rehearses pick up lines simply for the fun of it. Annette has a soft spot for people, just doesn't show it. Tending to prefer things out of reality. Loves to blow arguments out of proportion. Turns on a dime about the stupidest thing. Feels too much perhaps.
She's a picky eater. Not because she counts calories or stuff like that, simply because she doesn't like much things. Not a particular fan of the beach, thinks it's just a rather big sandbox hiding dirty secrets. Doesn't like the sun, swears she's a vampire. Before this whole fiasco, wanted to study Hematology. Says she loves to read, but pretty much knows nothing of classics. When she says she read them back to back, it means she read the first and last ten pages.
A little background/ History: Was going on a trip to see her sister who was graduating college. She was the "golden child." They forced her to go, and perhaps at one point, she almost wished they'd crash so she wouldn't have to spend "let's all clap for her" time. Along with the horrid "when are you going to end your sabatical?" and the ever so classic "when will you get a boyfriend".
Accessories: Her reading glasses & Creeper Plushie
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FACE CLAIM: SCOTT EASTWOOD
OOC Name: Fuji
Character's Full Name: Aidan Pierce
Nicknames: AP, Surfboy, Dudeman, he's cool with anything even if it's stupid
Appearance:
Kinda spiky, brownish blond hair. Short and thick. Every time he shaves, there's always stubble left behind for some reason. He has strangely round, but still quite sizable ears, able to wiggle the tip. Or at least he says he's able to wiggle the tip, but mostly cheats by moving his jaw. Tall, tan, and muscled like a feline. Thick neck, large hands and feet. Just a strangely hard cuddly bear. Mostly wears jeans and a t-shirt, or board-shorts. On the plane he was wearing stone-washed jeans, a black t-shirt and beige knit sweater that was kinda itchy and uncomfortable but it was the last gift his girlfriend gave to him. So...he wore it. Oh! His eyes, yeah, they're deep ocean blue. Sharp, nice nose. The type that you want on your kids. Yeah, a nose is very important when deciding if you want to have kids with someone. His lips are nicely sculpted, but mostly chapped from the sun. I mean, he's a nice looking guy. I guess...
Personality:
He's chill. Like almost too chill. Takes responsibility of the situation with a calm air, tries to be a "loved" leader but ends up being mostly abused by everyone else because of his cool attitude. Aidan takes time to break, to really feel anger, but when he does it's dangerous and explosive. Acts, then thinks. Full of regrets and mostly has a hard time with himself. Quick moments of weakness and selfishness. Enjoys the oceans, and find himself conflicted between solitude and company. He's a family guy, grew up with a lot of little siblings, the man is used to being the rock. The supporting pillar. The weight on his shoulders has become less of a burden and more of an expectation.
Aidan trusts too quickly, his first impressions turn out to be mostly wrong. He builds ideals of people in his head, and that scares others away. Because they are constantly failing to meet those expectations. This knucklehead is completely oblivious that most people feel that way. Simply pointing out the lack of "spark". There was no chemistry. We're too different. Ext. Ext. All those wonderful excuses that a grown man shouldn't be making in his head.
Oh. And just because he likes the beach, doesn't mean he likes to surf. He got once on a board, and that's it. But somehow the persona follows him like a puppy. Biting at his heels. Perhaps it's the tan?
A little background/ History: He got on the plane on the way back from a friend's wedding. Aidan got a call mid reception that his girlfriend, who he'd recently moved in with, had passed away in a car accident. He never made it home to the funeral.
Accessories: Pocket-knife and a leather bracelet |
55,285 | 1,511 | 13 | 2,031 | 6,357 | “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
Hamlet to Horatio
Sandy drew near the raft and before she could even think to ask a man with short blond hair pulled her aboard and said
"Welcome aboard, soldier." He said, pressing two fingers to his temple and saluting. "I take it you weren't mercilessly ravaged by the big scary dolphin?"
Sandy laughed a little because she still felt silly for reacting to a dolphin as if it were a shark and because of it her mind was still working at high speed so she answered.
Well I think it was a girl dolphin so I was safe from any bad intentions and after Weymouth issued a warning to beware of amorous dolphins I admit I was worried about being Ravaged
Then she heard Aidan say
“So are we supposed to follow those? Or just go straight over there...” as he pointed towards a strange Island that was off to the right of the raft adding “It’s as if...it simply appeared.”
Sandy began studying the Island until she found to points she could use as reference knowing that ocean currents could easily block them from making the island no matter how hard they paddled; the Pacific was dotted by islands that could only be approached on certain points of their coast and some not at all.
It was then that she remembered her grandmother’s Compass that she wore on a chain around her neck. It wasn’t a very accurate device made more to appeal to ladies of the Victorian set who were enamored of the Adventurers and Explorers of their time but she could use the markings to measure the angles of bearing to see if they were in a current.
She was no navigator but she knew how to do this because it was a simple application of trigonometry and the measuring of angles and watching for any unusual shifts that favored one side of her zero-point over the other then she dropped it back into her shirt to protect it till she a little time passed. | OOC Name: RumikoOhara
Character's Full Name: Sandy Cooper
Nicknames: (Not so Lucky or Cursed)
Personality: Sandy is an inquisitive young woman who’s seen by her peers in college as a bookworm because she always has her Pad or a Book in her hands reading. Quiet and unobtrusive she is the perfect roommate in school especially when she is out of the country working on her Undergraduate in Anthropology (Archaeology); did I forget to mention she’s a geek girl.
Outside of the serious field in which she is seeking a Doctorate Sandy loves things like Anime, Comic Books, and Fantasy. She attends the yearly convention in Atlanta where she goes to Emory and can be seen that time of year dressed in at least three different Cosplay costumes which amuses her roommates and the neighbors and she doesn’t bat an eyelash.
But that is the Civilization Sandy because when she is on a dig she is a tireless excavator, cataloger, cook, nurse, or whatever else she’s asked to be by her professors. She is more in her element when digging through the earth of past ages and shifting the remains of someone out of the terrain than she ever felt at home.
Background/ History: Sandy was on her way to a dig and the flight her first leg as she was flying halfway around the world. Normally she would have been traveling with the rest of the Dig crew but in this instance she’s the lead element of the dig and was going to make sure they had the equipment and laborers ready and waiting for the professors and other graduate students to arrive.
Accessories: Victorian Ladies Compass given to her by her Grandmother who said it was once her great, grandmothers. Designed for ornamentation more than service it still has a beautiful needle and face which can serve as its intended appearance if you had no other. |
55,286 | 1,511 | 14 | 2,031 | 6,357 | “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
Hamlet to Horatio
Sandy had only been aboard the raft with the other survivors perhaps an hour as they tried to make for the Island in the distance paddling with their hands only to realise they were caught in a strong ocean current and all their effort wasted. She had simply laid back and relaxed just as she would have if she’d gotten lost on a dig; you never got anywhere when you focused on the negatives when the primary one was so important.
The others handled things as they found fit and she didn’t interfere or allow herself to be drawn into any squabbles and it was while weathering one such debate she saw writing across the raft and bored decided to read it. It was an idiot manual and she was thankful for it as she had no idea of how to properly use a rescue raft. It was printed on the outside of a velcroed pocket that contained a sea anchor, flare pistol and three flare rounds, hand fishing tackle and a survival manual printed on waterproof pages.
Naturally she surrendered the flares and flare gun to one of the men then deployed the sea anchor into the strong current so the raft was less at the mercy of the winds. Then she searched the rest of the raft finding the inflatable roof that’s primary duty was to protect them from the sun.
The fishing kit came under discussion by the men as she leaned back on the cushion she’d pulled aboard with her knowing it was not simply something to rest her head on but her life vest after a fashion and a practical girl she saw no good reason to think differently.
Two days passed as their raft rolled on tall seas dragging them who the hell knew where and Sandy began to worry because she was beginning to feel the effects of dehydration and thought they had perhaps two more days before they began to suffer it’s brutal onset and then it began to rain and everyone gorged themselves on rainwater as if it were the finest drink ever presented. And so it was that a happy group so began to realize that the rain was not stopping and the seas grew unfriendly.
Somewhere in the morning or next day a nasty wave capsized the raft and Sandy was swept away her last sight of the others clinging to the overturned raft as she clung to her faithful cushion. The sea and storm matched themselves to her will finding iron which they began to hammer.
How long her ordeal lasted Sandy couldn’t say or when she passed out but she did know she was covered in sticks weeds and sand clutching the cushion in a death grip that took effort to open when she sat up. She was 150 feet from the surf in what must be the storm surge limit and she was alive; alone but alive. As far as her previous survival chances went this was a vast improvement and she knew she needed to get off her rear and get to acquiring the 3 necessities of survival; water, food, and shelter.
Her first find was a lucky one, water and it was cold and clean and in fitting with what was a northern subtropical environment. There were no palms but rich evergreens signaling this area has cold winters then there were other clues but she didn’t care as she stripped and plunged into the pool to wash all the salt and sand from her body.
This is a highjacking because I’m tired of RP ending without a word.
Don’t know where I’m exactly heading but I’m in for discussion on the topic | OOC Name: RumikoOhara
Character's Full Name: Sandy Cooper
Nicknames: (Not so Lucky or Cursed)
Personality: Sandy is an inquisitive young woman who’s seen by her peers in college as a bookworm because she always has her Pad or a Book in her hands reading. Quiet and unobtrusive she is the perfect roommate in school especially when she is out of the country working on her Undergraduate in Anthropology (Archaeology); did I forget to mention she’s a geek girl.
Outside of the serious field in which she is seeking a Doctorate Sandy loves things like Anime, Comic Books, and Fantasy. She attends the yearly convention in Atlanta where she goes to Emory and can be seen that time of year dressed in at least three different Cosplay costumes which amuses her roommates and the neighbors and she doesn’t bat an eyelash.
But that is the Civilization Sandy because when she is on a dig she is a tireless excavator, cataloger, cook, nurse, or whatever else she’s asked to be by her professors. She is more in her element when digging through the earth of past ages and shifting the remains of someone out of the terrain than she ever felt at home.
Background/ History: Sandy was on her way to a dig and the flight her first leg as she was flying halfway around the world. Normally she would have been traveling with the rest of the Dig crew but in this instance she’s the lead element of the dig and was going to make sure they had the equipment and laborers ready and waiting for the professors and other graduate students to arrive.
Accessories: Victorian Ladies Compass given to her by her Grandmother who said it was once her great, grandmothers. Designed for ornamentation more than service it still has a beautiful needle and face which can serve as its intended appearance if you had no other. |
55,287 | 1,512 | 0 | 2,628 | 9,835 | Last Night
The lower edge of the girl's spear hummed as she revved the engine built into the blade. Her long purple hair drifted in the wind as she skidded across the rooftop, swinging the weapon upwards. A brilliant beam of light streaked towards her in that moment, and slammed into the weapon. With a yelp, the girl staggered backwards, her frilled outfit ragged from the sheer impact of the beam, forcing her to brace herself on the edge of the roof using her weapon.
The girl gritted her teeth.
"Why did you attack me?" a voice said from above. It was soft, and nonthreatening. But there was no real intonation, and to any listener it would appear devoid of emotion. "I did not make any attempt to harm you."
"Like hell!" snapped the girl with the spear, raising it as she did. Her hair and eyes were purple, her outfit black and red. "I don't know what you're doing, but I won't accept it. There's no way it's anything good!"
Before she could raise her spear again, another beam blazed towards her and struck her square in the chest. With a pained gasp she staggered back and hurtled over the edge of the building, plummeting into the darkness.
She landed, far below, with a thud.
"... Ow..." slowly, she got to her feet, rubbing her back and wincing as she did. "... Grr... whatever she's doing...!"
Before she could complete that thought, however, something shifted in the darkness behind her. Turning swiftly, her eyes fell on the dark shape of a large, octopus-like creature, multicolored eyes surrounding its bulbous body as thick tentacles stretched towards her. One eyebrow raised, the girl rested her spear on one shoulder.
"Can't you give me a moment to catch my breath?" she complained. One of the tentacles raised, preparing to strike.
"Fine," the girl responded, with a sigh. But then, a rather vicious grin spread across her face. "I see how it is."
Today
The sun began to sink low in the sky.
Class had long since ended for the day, and one particular girl, one with long red hair, was still on her way home. East Umitori High School was a fairly decent building. There was a higher class high school not terribly far away, but it wasn't like East Umitori was worst place Akane had ever been to. But there was something more exciting then simply having a nice high school on the girl's mind at the moment. The possibility of there being magical girls among the female students of East Umitori was far too exciting! The other day she'd noticed that the fansites had recorded a few girls having overlapping patrol routes around the high school so that meant that at least one of them probably lived nearby and attended classes there! It was hard to help being visibly excited about such a prospect... but then Akane realized that someone might see and swiftly tried to quell her excitement. There were people nearby and all... it'd be embarrassing if she looked so excited over nothing in front of people she'd never spoken to.
Still... had she already spoken to her? What if she'd already spoken to her? What if there was more then one?! Akane could at least dismiss Nadeshiko-sempai as one of the possible magical girls...
The redheaded girl's braid swished behind her as she walked. Her mind so engrossed in the thought of potentially going to the same school as a magical girl, it took a moment for her to remember what she was doing. That's right, she was picking up some drinks from the convenience store nearby. Hopefully there weren't too many people in there... after that, she'd head home. Her mom had wanted... what was it again? Ah, why was she having trouble remembering... Maybe she should have written it down. It wouldn't do if she had to bother her mother again.
Little did she know that making sure she remembered the right drink was about to become the least of her concerns. | Name: Fujimori Akane
Magical Girl Title: Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: "I want to be a hero..." With bonus school uniform design.
Magical Girl Appearance: "This Blade burns with Justice! In either form, her hair is red, she has light skin, and green eyes. Her armor and clothing as a magical is predominately red, but with gold decoration. Her horns are also gold, as well as her tail. A rarity among magical girls, Akane's horns and tail are actually a part of her body for the duration of her transformation.
Personality: Fujimori Akane, from a very young age, held a dream close to her heart. Her dream was to be a hero, to be someone who protects others and keeps them safe from harm. As a result, she always looked up to magical girls, and still does to this day. Akane deeply believes in justice and believes it is absolutely the duty of a magical girl to uphold it, to be a shining champion of hopes and dreams. She still holds her dream close to her heart to this day. However, in public, she can be a little shy at times and actually lacks confidence in herself, in spite of her private desire to be a hero. There's a reason it's a largely private desire. She's also fairly easily embarrassed, and it's not hard to make her exasperated at times. Indeed, in spite of her shyness, it could easily be said that the redheaded girl has something of a temper at times, though it's relatively mild and usually only comes out when she's truly annoyed about something. Still, Akane firmly believes that to be a magical girl is to be a champion of justice, hopes, and dreams. To protect the innocent, to fight against evil, Akane dreams of doing these things. But as of now, she's still prone to being a little shy when it comes to people she doesn't know especially. Still, if someone were in trouble, she'd try to step in and help them out. After all, that's what a hero does, isn't it? And indeed, it's Akane's greatest, if private, dream to be a hero. Aside from hero-related desires, Akane likes sweets a great deal and has a fairly large appetite. However, to her dismay, her attempts at baking tend to turn out less then good.
Skills: Akane is a decent sprinter and can name foreign sweets off the top of her head.
Abilities: As Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane, Akane gains a huge boost in speed and strength, moreso then some other girls. She also sprouts a dragon tail and dragon horns, the former of which can produce a stream of flames from the tip. Indeed, most of her abilities in this state revolve around projecting and controlling fire, as well as coating her sword in flames. The armor that forms on her body is decently defensive, especially the plating on her right arm, which can be used to block basic attacks and blows. In addition, while it's not her main mode of attack, her strength combined with her gauntlet can make for some potent punches.Dragon Flame!: Akane thrusts Dragon Edge forward and releases a burst of flames towards her target.
Dragon Heat!: Akane coats her sword in fire.
Dragon Cut!!: Flames concentrate on the edge of Dragon Edge's blade, heating it and increasing its cutting ability further. In addition, it can be released into a thin arc of fire.
Dragon Spiral!!: Akane releases fire from both her sword and the tip of her tail before spinning rapidly through the air, releasing a whirling spiral of fire and a sharp edge.
Super Dragon Blade!!!: Plating coats Dragon Edge and locks in place, increasing Dragon Edge's size enormously and coating it in white-hot dragonfire. She swings Dragon Edge in an arc, cutting through most foes entirely. One of Akane's finishers.
Grand Dragon Blaze!!!: A raging inferno swirls around Dragon Edge. Akane raises it above her head and swings it downwards, unleashing an enormous blast of white-hot dragonfire that incinerates her foes. One of Akane's finishers.
Weapon(s): Dragon Edge, a thick, heavy, sharp sword wielded in Akane's right hand. Akane has the ability to alter its size, and it is capable of being used to project flames for many of her named and unnamed attacks.
Brief History: Akane was born to a fairly average Japanese family. However, when she was very young, a powerful Negari attacked her home, broke into it, and nearly killed both her and her mother. Akane vividly remembers the blazing light and the flashing speed of the magical girl who suddenly appeared on the scene and annihilated the Negari in one powerful attack. Ever since then, Akane has deeply desired, deep in her heart, to be a magical girl. As she's grown, this desire has remained unshakeable, but her confidence and ability to vocalize this desire has waned. Still, to think of what she would do if she actually got the chance...Fairy Name: Melody
Fairy Appearance: "It's time to ignite your heart!"
Fairy Personality: Exuberant and energetic, Melody is utterly dedicated to the job of being a magical girl's fairy. She is determined to be the best fairy possible, and extremely excited to be Akane's partner. She wears the badge of a magical girl's fairy with pride, proudly displaying it on her chest, and she's sure to carry the rulebook wherever she goes. However, she's a bit easily upset the moment things don't go her way, prone to tearing up at times. She is also a staunch ally of Akane, eager to help her in many ways. Perhaps a few too many ways, as Melody might even try to help Akane in her daily life outside of being a magical girl even if it seems like there's no way she should be able to.
Theme Song: Eternal Blaze, by Mizuki Nana |
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"I'm home."
The words the young girl spoke upon opening the door of her parents' apartment were, of course, a formality. Kyōka knew full well that they wouldn't be answered, since, after all, nobody really lived here except her. Her aunt had driven into town to take her out grocery shopping and cook dinner for her two days prior, so, most likely, she wouldn't be having any more visitors for at least another week and a half. As such, it was obvious that nobody would greet her upon returning home, so the statement was really more for her own benefit than for anyone else's. At least, that's how it normally was, but now...
"Welcome back!" A cheerful voice greeted her as she finished kicking off her featureless white shoes. She felt something small alighting on her shoulder, and glanced over instinctively, only to find herself stared down by two large burgundy orbs. She hastily averted her gaze, her own violet eyes darting down to inspect the floorboards.
"G... good evening, Ariel-san," Kyōka stammered. She'd called the tiny woman "sensei" out of respect when they'd first met, but she'd almost immediately shot this down, asking to be addressed by just her name. Kyōka hadn't been entirely comfortable with that, so they'd decided on this particular compromise for the time being. But, even if Ariel said it was okay, wasn't she being entirely too blase about chatting with a magical being of tremendous power and wisdom? She couldn't help but worry that she was already getting a big head just because five days ago, she'd become...
"Ah!" Ariel exclaimed, evidently noticing the girl's discomfort, as she hastily sat down atop her shoulder and glanced away, looking only sidelong at her partner. Kyōka blinked a few times, her eyes refocusing as she shot a furtive glance back to the fairy, who dangled her legs idly from her shoulder, lounging comfortably on her new perch. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you like that." Ariel smiled apologetically.
"No, it's fine." Kyōka shook her head sheepishly, standing up and wandering through the entryway and into the living room and kitchen of her two-room abode. It was her fault for being so timid, so there was no reason for somebody like Ariel to apologize to her anyway... In any case, the fairy didn't seem inconvenienced by it, as she fluttered once more off her shoulder and circled absentmindedly around the room. Kyōka breathed a sigh, tossing her bag down on the table at the room's center and tracing the fairy's aimless flight.
It had been like this for the past five days. Ariel had shown her how to transform already, and had given her a few tips on using her powers, but the first time she'd so much as tried it out, Ariel had stopped her, saying that she was calling on too much energy. She'd tried again several times, but each time the fairy had called out for her to halt. It seemed like she had absolutely no control over her transformation's energy, which meant she couldn't use her powers without damaging her surroundings or hurting herself - at least, not without Ariel holding her output back. But now, even that her limiters were safely in place, she couldn't help but worry about what might happen if something went wrong. She hadn't even gone "on patrol" yet, as Ariel put it, and already, she was afraid? What good even was she?
And the worst part was that Ariel wasn't even nagging her about it. She'd always say things like "Take it at your own pace" or "It's dangerous to push yourself too hard," and then just wait around. She might have been trying to accommodate Kyōka's insecurity, but that only made it worse, since it became plainly obvious that she was just wasting Ariel's time.
She grimaced. She hadn't eaten since lunch, but right now, she felt too nervous to be hungry. She hadn't been assigned any homework beyond reading she'd already done a week in advance, so there really was nothing on her schedule that evening. If now wasn't the time, then when would it be? She couldn't just fret about this forever.
It didn't have to be anything major. She didn't even have to actively go looking for threats to fight against. Right now, it was just important to get a good idea of the ground she'd be covering, and to get used to moving in her Magical Girl form. Thinking about it that way, it wasn't so scary after all. Right, she'd just tell Ariel, and then-
"Erm, Miss Kyōka?" Ariel's voice came once more from her shoulder, snapping her back to the present. How long had she been standing there spacing out? "If you don't mind my asking, why are you pumping your first and glaring at the wall?"
"A-Ariel-san!" Kyōka blinked. She told herself she wasn't nervous, but the way her voice was coming out only in gasps and squeaks spoke a different story.
"Y-yes? Is there something wrong?" Ariel asked, blinking as if to ask "Me?"
The young girl took a moment to compose herself, clearing her throat and then trying again.
"Ariel-san, I want to go on patrol tonight!"
And just like that, it all began. | Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #89428B
Brief History
The daughter of a concert pianist and a conductor, she ended up mostly raised by her aunt and uncle, since her parents couldn't bring an infant with them on tour due to their busy schedules. She first lived with her parents during the time an ordinary person would be in elementary school, when they took her with them on another tour around the world, forcing her to learn from private tutors and online courses. By the time she got back to Japan for the last two years of her schooling, she felt like a complete fish out of water. Without any real social experience prior to this, she ended up sitting on the sidelines of her peer group for the next two years, as her classmates misinterpreted her quiet demeanor for arrogance, as if she was trying to announce that she was somehow better than them just because her parents were rich. After being bullied due to this misconception, she talked her parents into filling out the paperwork to transfer her to a school in Umitori to get away from everyone who knew who she was. They agreed, since they had an apartment there which they weren't using, being on tour once again. So, living ostensibly under her parents' guardianship - but actually all alone save for the weekly visits of her aunt and uncle - she began her Junior High schooling with the stated goal of going completely unnoticed by everyone. She was polite to her classmates, but never interacted with anyone if she didn't have to, so that they wouldn't find out about her family and bully her again. Just to be extra safe, she stayed home as much as possible, shutting herself in to escape the outside world. Emotionally, she took up escapism through reading shoujo manga, delighting in the sappy boy-meets-lonely-girl stories she found there and wishing that she could be like that, too. She also took up socializing-by-proxy, starting up a blog where she shared pictures of the city and talked about her daily life. Sure enough, nobody was interested, which put her in a funk for a while, until one day, somebody started commenting, praising her favorite places as "beautiful" and offering her support when she was feeling sad. She doesn't know who this person is, but thinks of him or her as her first friend, since they were the first person to be nice to her. Whenever she's in trouble, she consults her one online follower, asking what she should do in a given situation.
It was in this situation that she found herself when, one night, on the way home from school - she'd been left alone on cleaning duty and was thus late returning - she found herself stopped by a small floating girl who offered her a way out.
"You want to help people, right? You want to make everyone happy, to make them proud of you, right? In that case, why not join up with me?" The girl said, smiling kindly as she offered Kyōka her hand. "Nobody has to know who you are. Nobody has to know about your life. But if you save them, they'll love you all the same. Isn't that better than being lonely like this?" Kyōka thought it over, and then nodded silently at last.
"Great!" The Fairy said, fluttering up to pat her gently on the head. "My name's Ariel. If you're okay with it, then I'll make you a Magical Girl!"
Miscellaneous
The magical circles formed by Kyōka's push and pull abilities look something like this.
A literal translation of the kanji in her surname would be "Shield Mountain," while the name Kyōka is written using the Kanji for "Mirror" and "Flower Blossom."
Miscellaneous OOC
If anyone wants their character to secetly be Kyōka's online friend, be my guest. Otherwise, I'll write them as an NPC.
Theme Song
Zetsuen no Tempest - Encounter |
55,289 | 1,512 | 2 | 707 | 517 | The sun was low in the horizon, coloring the sky in a deep orange-gold that was beautiful to gaze at. The sound of automobiles sounded in the distance, and every now and then a bird flew over head. The smell of the city was filled with a queer combination of the exhaust of vehicles and the smell of people just beginning to cook their dinners for the day. The restaurants on the side of the road, however, were the only thing that captivated Shiina, her mouth watering at all the options laid before her. Itamemono, Yakitori, Tempura, Takoyaki... Hell, with the money her mom gave her for dinner, she may be able to afford some expensive sushi! Ogata simply gazed at the various names of the restaurants, attempting to pick out the ones that had delicious sweets, until Shiina pushed her back into her bag. There was no way she was risking being discovered as a magical girl... Although, that would make her even more popular... No, the risk was too great! In the end, she settled on a smaller Udon shop that she heard her friend Kumiko talk about during lunch.
Several minutes and 500 Yen later, a steaming bowl of noodles was placed in front of the drooling pink-haired school girl, and she slowly slid the Higashi she bought for Ogata into her bag. Picking up and disconnecting her chopsticks, Shiina quickly began to devour the food as if she hadn't eaten in days. I have to remember to thank that guy taking mom out tonight!, Shiina thought to herself. She was glad that her mother was beginning to go out and look for somebody. After all, raising a child alone is difficult, and considering how Shiina acted, her mother must have been going through a tough time. These thoughts were disturbed when she realized that she hadn't used the bathroom the entire day. Embarrassed, she quickly devoured the rest of her bowl, wiped her face of noodles that missed her mouth, and quickly made her way to the bathroom.
The bathroom was very nice, considering she was in some random Udon shop. Her friend, Satoko, talked about them as if they were gas station restrooms... But then again, considering very few people were eating in the shop, it seemed as though not many people came to the shop. Not complaining about the unexpected cleanliness, Shiina, entered one of the stalls and did her business. Quickly leaving, she washed her hands and returned to the restaurant, realizing that she left Ogata all alone! She quickly checked her bag, thankful to see Ogata playing on Shiina's phone and breaking pieces off of the (relatively) large Higashi. Closing the bag, she turned towards the man behind the counter, realizing she now had more room in her stomach for dinner.
"Hey, Ojiisan! Another bowl this way!"
"It's Ojisan, brat! I'm only 45..."
Taking another 500 yen, the old looking shopkeeper began to prepare another bowl of Udon, allowing Shiina to have plenty of time to gaze around the shop. It had a wooden floor and was very traditional in style, with paper room dividers blocking off separate parts of the shop, and the only light being provided besides the outside sun were paper lamps. It seems as though while she was in the bathroom the dinner rush came in, as the number of customers seems to have more than tripled in the short time frame. In fact, the crowd was so large that Shiina decided to try and look for any of her classmates or friends, but before she could begin, she heard a voice close to her call out.
"Here ya go kid, thanks for the patronage"
A steaming bowl of Udon was deposited right in front of Shiina and, feeling a second wind overtake her, she began to eat, albeit significantly slower and more carefully than earlier. Despite this extra precaution though, it was still very messy. Numerous separate thoughts began to overtake her, such as what her mother's (possible) boyfriend was like, the types of clothes she planned on buying, if anyone she knew was in the shop, and what patrol was going to be like tonight. | Name: 椎名真美子 (Mamiko Shiina)
Magical Girl Title: The Pink Delinquent
Age: 15
Gender: Female
She wears her uniform on school days and rarely changes into anything else for casual activity. When she is off school, she usually wears a pink and grey blazer and a grey skirt, unless it is during the winter, when she wears a blue winter coat and black pants.
As with most magical girls, Shiina's clothes change, shifting into a pink dress. Shinna is somewhat unique in that she is physically changed when she transforms, as her eye color becomes red while transformed,
Personality: A highly driven young girl, Shiina strives to be the best she can possibly be. She constantly pushes herself to try new activities, learn new skills, and convince her friends to do they're best. She looks to the future with a bright hope in her eyes, and does everything in her power to make sure the people around her don't miss out on anything they might regret. This has resulted in her getting suspended on numerous occasions for pulling pranks on the student body and faculty, and she skipped school multiple times in order to hang out with her friends and go to a restaurant, or take the train to hang out at Shinjuku or Akihabara... Let's just say, she is far from a good student, and her grades clearly reflect it. But it's not her fault, there's just so much more interesting stuff to do! She hates indecisiveness, and usually just drags people with her before they are able to say no to whatever she is requesting them to do.
Shiina is actually like this because of an incident that occurred when shes was 9 - A fairy came to her and offered to ignite her heart, but Shiina was just too much of a coward to agree, worried about the dangers that come with being a magical girl. As such, the fairy left, and Shiina wallowed in self-hate that a lifetime opportunity passed her by. She felt so defeated, in fact, that she cut off her long flowing hair, leaving it short. She has kept the same style to this day, but decided that striving to improve oneself is far better than remaining a pathetic person that hates themselves. Shiina hates despair above all else - if a friend is feeling it's cold fingers, she'll do anything to cheer them up, from motivational speeches and presents, to threatening the thing causing those feelings.
Shiina is the least formal person out there, and her Kaa-san can't count the number of times that she pissed off a teacher by referring to them with their first name. Sometimes, people wonder if she even knows what a last name is for... Additionally, she prefers to do things that require great skill or trial-and-error, constantly throwing herself at challenges headfirst until she either succeeds, or (more likely than not) gets bored.
The most jarring thing about Shiina, however, is how bloodthirsty she is towards Negari. Hell, her main technique is to grab them, and squish them in her ribbons until they burst...
Skills: Shiina is, surprisingly, amazing at persuasion, and her charisma is off the charts. This is most likely because she is constantly talking to people and getting them to do stupid stuff like skip class or jump off bridges into rivers. Shiina is also a 'jack of all trades' in that she is slightly better in everything - that's what happens when you try to do a new thing every day! Shiina is also great at taunts, and while other's do not consider this a skill, she tries to make puns when she can to lighten the mood. Shiina's most impressive skill, however, is her iron will. She will keep doing something until she can succeed, and putting her mind towards something will make her a force to be reckoned with! This combined with her charisma make her amazing at speeches. Unfortunately, her intelligence is below average, and she is no more physically powerful than the average 14 year old girl.
Abilities: Unlike other magical girls, Shiina does not grow stronger or faster with her transformation. Her durability increases slightly, and her reactions improve significantly, but her main power is the ability to move ribbons using her mind. She can only manipulate a maximum of 3 at the moment, and all three are worn on her outfit. Her power can cause the ribbons to change density and maneuverability, and they can move at blinding speeds. They can even grow to longer lengths and grow wider, up to a maximum range of 50 feet and 10 feet wide! Sharpness can be altered, to a degree, but is nowhere near as manipulable as other properties. They are not indestructible, but are far more durable than average ribbons, and regenerate given enough magical energy, which is a good thing considering Shiina doesn't really have the money to replace them each time a Negari rips through them.
She knows three techniques:
Gleipnir Restraint, her signature move, tightly binds a Negari until they are unable to move (But can still break through if strong enough). Variations include crushing the opponents rather than merely restraining them, but this is more tiring.
Cloth Coat, a defensive move, surrounds the ribbons around a target, shielding them from damage (As with Gleipnir Restraint, the shield can be broken with enough power).
Finally, Striped Shuttle pushes the ribbons against the ground with great force, launching Shiina up to 5 stories in the air (Cloth Coat must be used before landing in order to prevent broken bones).
Weapon(s): Most of the time, ribbons are merely an accessory used to look cuter. But for Shiina, they are a truly powerful weapon!...and make her look super cute. Using her magical girl powers, she can animate the ribbons to do a number of tasks, and cause them to go from soft and maneuverable, to rigid and harder than steel. Ogata has suggested, on numerous occasions, to use the ribbons as a form of labor so they can lounge around all day while the ribbons do the work.
The ribbons are essential to most of Shiina's maneuvers and attacks, and losing them would be detrimental to her. Their are 3 in total, 2 black and 1 red/pink striped.
Brief History: Born to a middle class family in Tokyo, Shiina was a shy, feminine young girl who sought to help her single mother, Mamiko Ririko. Shiina's father ran away when he was told that Ririko was pregnant, and he seemingly moved to another country, with no records. Kaa-san was never very upset though. She always said things like "Well, he gave me you, so he isn't all bad." or "Don't be too bad or I'll send ya to live with your father!" But raising a young girl is hard when you're a single mom, so they were forced to live in a... poorer neighborhood. Crime was never a problem, though, and the neighbors were all very nice. All in all, Shiina lived a normal life and was never faced with trouble or too much adversity.
But that's what made it a living hell.
Every day was exactly the same; Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep...
It got to the point where Shiina could barely tell the days apart, and had to obsessively check the date to make sure time was passing at all. Nothing was special, everything was routine, and it was an inescapable pit of boring endlessness. That is, until she was greeted by a fairy on her way home from school. You could imagine the surprise when shy little 9-year old Shiina was asked to become a magical girl! But Shinna was frozen. She couldn't respond to anything this crazy... Hell, she didn't even know if it was real, or just her brain making hallucinations out of sensory deprivation. In the end, Shiina silently turned on her heel, and ran from the small floating woman. After the incident, Shiina was inconsolable. She was a coward who begged for change to her monotone life, but when a lifetime opportunity presented itself, she ended up running out of fear! Shiina slowly fell into a depression, withdrawing from friends and her mother.
It wasn't until she saw magical girls on the news fighting the Negari that she realized it - She should be looking to the future, not letting the what if's, should-have's, and if-only's drag her down. The very next day, on her way home from school, she cut her waist length hair. It felt liberating, her head held high with barely anything dragging it down. Ever since then, she promised to herself to be the best she can be!
Shiina was well on her way of accomplishing this goal... until she saw a hand-sized woman, leaning against a wall. This woman turned to Shiina, speaking in a soft, uncaring voice
"I need a partner... anyways, blah, blah, igniting hearts, you want to be a Magical Girl or what?"
A look of determination filled Shiina's eyes as she whispered out a soft "Yes"
That was a few months ago, and now she is currently enrolled in East Umitori High School, Class 1-B.
Fairy Name: 緒方 (Ogata)
Fairy Personality: The true incarnation of sloth, Ogata simply can't find the energy to do most things, refusing to even fly by herself unless forced to. She is extremely submissive (or more likely uncaring) to Shiina and her shenanigans, simply sleeping in her bag or somewhere hidden. While Shiina believes she was given a second chance to become a magical girl, in actuality, Ogata was simply too lazy to find a good candidate, so she chose the first girl with potential that walked by - Shiina. Despite this uncaring demeanor, Ogata does care for Shiina, if only as a form of transportation and source of sweets.
Theme Song: Sismic Music - It can't come quickly enough |
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It was the evening.
It was most definitely the evening, for the sinking sun had painted the sky with a dazzling palette of red and gold.
It was most definitely the evening, for that soothing and warm light leaked in through the windows of one humble abode in a last gift of illumination, before the power of electricity would need to take its place.
It was most definitely the evening, for those red and gold rays cast themselves upon a blonde saboteur, a daring sneakster, and a swift-of-foot thief, crouched in front of an open pantry in near-complete silence. She primly, carefully, and ever so painstakingly slowly raised a piece of cured, smoked, and seasoned pork to her mouth...
"I knew it."
THWOCK.
"Gyaaah!"
And was brained by a foam dart travelling at speed, right in the temple. Caught and dealt with in the act of thievery, without warning, without arrest, and without trial. She had dared go against the man who was judge, jury, and executioner.
She was swift-of-feet, but not always so swift-of-mind.
With a weary sigh, the lights were flicked on and the earthy colors of the decor returned as the red-gold hues were outshone, revealing the peeved form of Kyotaro Nakajima, NERF pistol in hand, standing over the downed rapscallion.
"You're gonna eat me out of house and home, seriously." he grumbled, as the girl defiantly munched upon the strip of jerky and glared up from the floor (albeit with no real heat). "Hoshi, I bought that stuff yesterday, ate like three pieces, and I come back today and half the bag's gone! Seriously?"
"Well, maybe Kohaku could have taken it!" she hedged non-seriously. "You never know!"
The family cat could not have taken it. He was both napping on her bed right now, and lacked the opposable thumbs to have done so.
Not to mention, his training is coming along quite rapidly. I've made him far too well-mannered to do something so dishonest.
That was also true. Tendou would not have allowed the Maine Coon, her trusty around-the-house steed, to have acted so capriciously. No, it was obvious to anyone observing that Hoshi was the only possible culprit, not in the least because she was just caught doing so.
"How dumb do you think I am?" Kyotaro queried flatly.
"Dumb enough to get distracted enoUGH FOR A COUNTERATTACK!" Hoshi cried in response, whipping out a pistol of her own—
THWOCK!
Right between the eyes. A sure kill.
"Hgyah! How'd you know?"
"You had your hand behind your back the whole time."
Tendou, your plan didn't work!
The fairy that she, in becoming the Magical Girl Shooting Star, had become a contractual partner with, simply shook her head from within Hoshi's room, as Kohaku's fluffy tail brushed past her robes.
It is because you were far too hasty in its execution, Hoshi. To rush is to become sloppy, and to become sloppy is to leave yourself open at the crucial moment.
She frowned, less than pleased with the response, before her beloved cousin and guardian spoke up again.
"While we're in there, we aren't out of Peanut Butter, are we? I'm craving a PB&J right now."
"Actually, me too..." she murmured, springing back into her low squat and scanning the contents of the cabinet.
"Ugh, we are..." she grumbled.
"Dang... Would you mind going out and grabbing it for me?" he asked with a sigh, fishing through his pockets for his wallet before producing roughly 750 yen. "I'd do it, but..."
"Sure, no worries!" she chirped brightly, before his sentence could inevitably continue into "but work's got me real tired" or something along those lines.
After all, feeding two mouths was pretty hectic for one 25-year-old. Small errands were the least she could do to ease things up on him.
Tendou! We're headed out!
I know, came the fairy's response, as cool-headed as ever. I'll be ready as soon as you are. | Name: 中島 星 (Nakajima Hoshi)
Magical Girl Title: Shooting Star
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: Upon Transformation, Hoshi’s garb becomes a blazing red, black, and gold uniform that harkens back, strangely enough, to the livery of the Prussian military of old, that might make you ask, "Ch-Char?" at first glance. While the heeled boots and long, flowing scarf may not seem combat practical to the average viewer, rest assured that Hoshi’s all action, high-octane, three-times-faster-than-you fighting style isn’t hindered in the slightest. Just like the glorious starburst emblazoned upon her chest, our girl is ready to race into the fray, as soon as she dons her shades after transformation!
Wouldn’t want Aniki to learn we’re endangering ourselves, after all.
Personality: Hoshi is an optimistic girl, whose basal state is the casually upbeat type of person who makes friends quickly and does so for keeps. She appreciates life in its utmost, and all of the beautiful little things in it, in her mind, should be cherished, because one never knows when they might be gone.
And that duality of nature is what drives her, beneath her easygoing, and at times almost breezy demeanor. She understands very deeply the importance of protecting that which she holds dear, and how suddenly, callously, and quickly life can flip itself upon its head and tear everything away if one isn’t careful. Not willing to let that happen in the slightest, Hoshi is always willing to do whatever it takes to hold them close. Running in the morning? No problem. Looking up martial arts and boxing training manuals online and practicing in the living room? Worth it. Making food when she can to help lighten her Aniki’s load? She’d do it every day if she could.
When a little girl is given a second chance at life, she’s bound to want to do two things: Make the most of it, and Give Back with all of her heart. She is a fiercely loyal friend who is nearly impossible to anger, let alone lose, and she will always have the backs of the people she cares about, no matter what their problems are. She knows firsthand how much of a difference having even one person there in a time of need can help someone.
As such, if you talk to her, you’ll find yourself conversing with one of the friendlier girls on this side of the planet. Though her decorum isn’t always up to snuff, there is no true impoliteness about her, save from the rare burst of a dry witticism. We can blame her Aniki for that one, given that such phrases are basically his primary form of communication. And while on the subjects of things good old Nakajima Kyotaro can be blamed for, let's discuss her tastes in entertainment. Being a guy living on his own, he didn't have much in the way of things that would interest the usual twelve-year-old girl, so she ended up making do with what he had to offer. One of her fondest memories was when they first watched a movie together, Enter the Dragon. From there, she found that, while she wasn’t lacking in traditionally “girly” tastes by any means (her wardrobe is a testament to this), she also had an untapped love for action, fighting, and other shonen stuff, much to his surprise. Even fighting games! He had to deal with her spamming Raging Demons for three weeks, once…
Despite her willingness to give most things a try, one line she definitely will not cross is that set by her moral compass. Her resolve to protect others is absolute, and she will never quibble on her sense of right and wrong. Everyone, however, deserves a second chance.
That’s a sure thing.
Skills: You mean besides making her Aniki worry? She’s a naturally fast runner, and while she never had the opportunity to get on the track team in middle school, she could often be seen running with them in the early mornings after the coach figured out she wasn’t hurting anything. As such, her stamina is also at a very high level for a young girl of her age, which helps her in her self-taught martial arts training. This training consists mainly of form work found off the internet, since Aniki won’t buy her a punching bag or something and for some reason she hasn’t looked into martial arts schools nearby. She’s a surprisingly good singer, at least during karaoke time, an increasingly experienced cook, and a thorn in her Aniki’s side in most fighting games by this point.
Abilities: Her magical girl abilities all revolve around one thing: raw speed. While her strength is indeed enhanced by the transformation, as it is for every magical girl, the gains made are dwarfed by those towards speed, agility, and reaction time. Simple and straightforward, much like her approach to fighting: Get over there and hit it a lot.
To that end, her “Special Moves” tend to take full advantage of her blinding speed, such as a “Gungnir Thrust”, which is essentially a flying side kick delivered at ridiculous speeds for the maximum possible impact, with a few directional variations. Another would be the “North Star Blitz”, which is perhaps even simpler— bunches and bunches of punches, all over and slipping through any opening they can find. The strangest of the lot is most definitely “Roar of the Dragon”, a punch thrown so hard and fast that the sheer force of air displacement alone is concussive, allowing her range to suddenly spike out by ten feet at this point in time.
And that’s to say nothing of all the other fun ideas Aniki’s shows and games have given her…
Weapon(s): Everyone who’s ever punched a wall knows—hands are pretty fragile. Even with proper form helping them out, there’s still only so much of an impact the knuckles can take, so with that in mind, what’s a girl like Hoshi to do? Those monsters aren’t going to punch themselves, after all, so her hands need protection.
What better than a pair of golden gauntlets, that seem to glow like the stars in the night sky? Providing both protection and additional power to her strikes, Hoshi’s fistic pursuits would get nowhere without her weaponry. They even come with Kung Fu Grip!
Brief History: Hoshi’s life was, in all honesty, very, very normal. She was a normal girl, who lived in a normal house with her normal parents going to a normal school five days out of the week. She was happy, healthy, and full of all the vitality you would expect from a young lady in modern day Japan.
Then, her parents died at twelve.
Hoshi’s world was destroyed by a random car accident one night. There was no warning, not even a premonition of it. Her parents simply never came back. After a numb pair of nights in the Social Services office, her next, and as it would appear, only of kin was called in—one 22 year old, gainfully employed, and very, very bewildered Nakajima Kyotaro. Her mother’s nephew, and apparently, only Plan B. The two didn’t know each other at all until that point. She didn’t even know who he was until he returned a few hours later— and explained to her that he’d decided to take her in, if she wanted to come with him.
Without uttering a word, she would leave at his side a few minutes and a bunch of paperwork later.
Over the next few weeks, she would begin to get settled into her new home and used to her newfound older cousin being like an older brother, having wisely decided to not try and replace Mama and Papa despite taking on their status of Legal Guardianship. It was a slow, painful process, but 3 years on into the present day, Hoshi and Kyotaro are now practically inseparable, and not a day goes by where she doesn’t try and give back however she can. If she were ever to count her blessings, her "Aniki" would doubtlessly be at the top.
Hoshi is currently enrolled as a first-year at East Umitori High School, in class 1-C.
Fairy Name: テンドウ (Tendou)
Fairy Appearance: Tendou is a small woman, as most fairies tend to be, roughly palm sized. Her favored garb is rather traditionally japanese in style, and her long, straight blue hair reaches roughly down to her mid-back, partially done up into a small ponytail on the side. Her wings are birdlike, reminiscent of an eagle’s, but obviously much smaller.
Fairy Personality: Someone stop this girl from watching so many samurai movies. Her usual demeanor is poised in the utmost, and her cool head is often crucial in tempering Hoshi’s more hotblooded tendencies. Seems to fancy herself a wordsmith, and will often spew quotes and poetry where the situation deems appropriate. The jury, however, is still out on whether or not she just makes most of it up. What is clear is that she definitely cares for and has faith in her young charge, no matter how stoic she may seem to be. The girl has been through so much.
Theme Song: BEAT OF THE RISING SUN, BEAT OF THE RISING SUN |
55,291 | 1,512 | 4 | 1,924 | 4,934 | Midori groaned as she made her way back to her parent's house. It had been a long day- being late for school, nearly flunking that math test and, oh yeah, a freaking magical fairy had popped up behind her on the way home from class. Her head was still spinning from that last one. She opened the door and plopped down in a chair. "Okay, Megumi. I've kept tabs on magical girl news and the like for the past couple of months, but I've never had a chance to speak to a fairy before. What exactly do you do for me?"
"Well, I give you advice, mostly. How to fight Negari, how to best you use your powers, things like that."
Midori looked the tiny girl over. "And what's the most important advice you can give me?"
"Fighting Negari and using your powers- well there's only one thing you need to know. Zap it until it stops moving, then zap it again to make sure."
"So, I've got the most belligerent fairy ever for a partner." Midori despondently buried her head in her hands. "Oh, joy."
"Think you can handle going on a patrol?"
"Sure, why not?" The pair headed out, to see what sort of Negari mischief they could stop. | Name: Yukimura Noriko
Magical Girl Title: The Ripper. Being far from the most cheerful of magical girl names, you have to wonder why Noriko has something so blatantly angst-ridden. The answer? Having no naming sense whatsoever and cheerfully picking up the first thing the fan community called her because of all the knives. It's a vast improvement over "The Girl That Stabs Things With Sharp Knives", even if she has little idea what it could possibly by referencing.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: 'Magical girl fangirl' would not be the first choice for a traditional girl's hobby and yet, in Noriko's case, it very much is--or as much as you can be without going on the internet and taking part there. She receives every magazine that she can get a subscription to and follows them religiously, even though she occasionally makes appearances herself nowadays. It would be accurate to say that she has a deep appreciation for magical girls and their work but such a description is only accurate for her childhood. She really likes magical girls.
That being a magical girl allows her to get close to her idols and try to befriend them is an amazing opportunity that Noriko can't pass up. That being a magical girl means her identity is an unknown is even better. It means being able to act without having to keep to her upbringing every second of the day--and it exposes her vast enthusiasm for both her tasks and the girls around her. Yet she's still awkward about trying to get to know people and worries about her identity being exposed--which would mean a return to acting properly.
Outside of being a magical girl, Noriko tends to be polite but rather distant. Not only does she have little idea how to go about making friends with someone of her own age, her upbringing has left her with few common interests with the majority of people that she meets. She's actually rather shy when not hidden by being a magical girl.
Skills: Noriko's skills are conspicuously lacking in a large variety of everyday matters even despite her age. Her cooking skills don't even reach the point of being able to make tea normally and those rare attempts she makes at something as simple as rice tends to lead to abject failure, not least because of her incompetence with technological innovations of any kind. Her skill there looks like it should belong to a rural centenarian, with anything more complicated than 'make phone call' or 'turn on television' going badly.
Conversely, her traditional skills are far better than the norm. For all her inability to not burn tea on a day to day basis, the white-haired girl can perform tea ceremonies flawlessly. If it has some element of ceremony or art about it, even her handwriting, Noriko tends to be as accomplished as she is technologically hopeless.
Helpfully for a career as a magical girl, and a likely influence on why her abilities are so simple, is that her list of traditional skills include such things as being able to defend herself proactively. Such as by attacking someone with a sword. Or by punching them until they can't hurt her in return. Rather than any one style, Noriko is actually schooled in several different methods of fighting unarmed and a scale of how to use swords from 'I have a knife' up to 'am I supposed to be cutting through horses?' and 'I only have a stick'. Though mostly directly irrelevant to operating as a Magical Girl, it gave her a leg up on most new magical girls by actually having trained reflexes and an awareness for combat before being thrown in at the deep end.
Abilities: Anyone discovering Noriko for the first time is bound to expect some sort of herculean magical girl, provided they don't recognise the reference. These people are often surprised to learn that she's perhaps in the running for the most physically meagre magical girl, as she doesn't receive any sort of enhancement to her strength. What gets boosted abnormally is her speed, allowing her to get in, make a single wound, and get out again. There's a limited effectiveness in inflicting a death of a thousand cuts, which is why Noriko is rather thankful that the speed is just a vector for the application of her real ability.
She has the ability to pinpoint physical weak points. In doing so, it gives her the ability to severely cripple or even outright enemies if she can land her blow correctly. It was this surgical precision that lead her first followers to compare her use of knives to a famous murderer, despite her friendly attitude.
Though only she can actually see the exact point and exploit it to maximum effect, it's still a physical weakness. Anyone that knows roughly wear to hit can take advantage of their attacks not being so easily dismissed, which makes Noriko a valuable ally even in battles against something too large for her knives to have a major impact.
It is, perhaps, for the best that Noriko doesn't have a true finishing move because of her total inability to come up with a good name for even her ability to see weak points. When it has to be given a name in fact sheets, she picked "Knowing Where Things Break More When Stabbed".
Weapon(s): Knives. Noriko didn't actually name them given that she has no limit on the number that can be pulled out and you could buy their kind anywhere in Japan. They're remarkably well balanced, suitable for stabbing, cutting, or even throwing as the situation arises. On the downside... well, knives. They have no special abilities like other magical weapons might possess nor much reach. Combined with her lack of any method for hitting harder, tough opponents can ignore almost all attacks Noriko might conceivably make until she discerns their weakness and manages to strike it.
Brief History: Being born the only child of an old and wealthy family is no insurance against poor health, as Noriko found out. From infancy, the girl spent more time actively sick than capable of causing problems in the normal vein of young children. On its own, no amount of advanced medicine seemed to improve her condition and her parents took the opposite approach: aside from the medicine itself, limit her contact with modern life and cities. She was consequently sent to be raised by her grandparents in the country, a household as untouched by technological advance as possible in this day and age.
Though her health was generally improved out here, enough that Noriko could start to learn the martial arts that had been passed down through the years, it was still marked by enough illness that her attendance at school was spotty and her time spent with her peers quite limited--they didn't even have similar interests, after all. But she enjoyed the surroundings and over time her health improved to the point that, after Junior High, her parents decided to send her to a selective high school in Umitori.
In her first year back in a city, Noriko's health began to decline once again and her lack of socialisation made it difficult for her to form friendships, especially as she started taking time off for illness. At the beginning of her second year, she was home ill once again--missing the beginning of year and even what class she was to be in--when she received an unexpected visitor: a fairy. The disgruntled girl offered her a simple trade: Noriko would become a magical girl and in the process her health problems would be corrected, or at least suspended indefinitely. Simply not being ill was an alluring choice, but to be able to make friends with the magical girls in her magazines without her previous illness casting a cloud over things and get another chance to make a first impression...
Noriko took the fairy up in it in a heartbeat, though even now she has yet to make any close friends this way but that's not going to stop the rich girl from trying her best as more and more magical girls are created.
Fairy Name: Hawthorne
Fairy Appearance: Such a fancily dressed fairy.
Fairy Personality: Hawthorne is quite... unfriendly for a fairy, and concerned only with her partner being the best magical girl possible, regardless of what this requires her to do. For instance, she specifically sought out someone in Noriko's situation, that would have no reason to turn her down and as many reasons to fulfil her assigned task as possible. In this, she's a very good support so long as Noriko has some desire to keep performing as a magical girl. If she were to give up on making friends this way, then she would have to get... creative. Even arranging a false friendship would be an acceptable step to Hawthorne. |
55,292 | 1,512 | 5 | 1,671 | 117 | She was at the top of the world, queen of the forest and lord of the trees. Her hair rippled like waves lapping at the shore, navy standing strong against the fading oranges and pinks of the sky. Her wings were a blur, making a faint buzz as she hovered in place, looking over her dominion, the patch of trees and mess of bushes generously referred to as Umitori Forest.
Saeki Reiko took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and stretched happily. Life was good.
"I believe you are forgetting something, Young Mistress." A formal tone made a futile attempt to mask annoyance as the fairy Tsubame flitted in front of her charge's face for the umpteenth time.
"Eh...?" Keiko tapped her finger against her chin thoughtfully, almost swatting the bird-winged fairy away in the process.
"Your mother and father are not coming home for the next few weeks, remember? They trusted you to stock the kitchen, and there is not much in the way of supper foods, currently." Tsubame sighed as she righted her wingbeat. She was used to this by now.
"There's plenty of cereal and milk, and even some ramen in the back of the pantry Keiko stashed away just in case." Keiko smiled, waving to a crow who veered off its flight course in the opposite direction.
Tsubame found herself wishing she'd actually been hit so she could satisfy the urge to facepalm in a slightly dignifiable manner. She envied the crow. "That is not a responsible course of action," she folded her arms as if she were explaining to a...well, she was explaining to a child, "not only are they unhealthy and unsuitable options, but you are close to running out of food in the house altogether." How had this child managed to to survive a year like this, much less eleven?
"If you say so, Tsubame-san. You're very smart about these things." With a resigned sigh, the blue-haired magical girl shifted her wings to a more conventional, soaring-bird form and flew off in the direction of urban Umitori before Tsubame could say another word.
"Wait a second!" Tsubame was rather quick for a fairy, but wings to rival an albatross and the energy of an elementary schooler were difficult to catch even for her. Luckily, Keiko took notice of her fairy's plight and halted before she'd cleared the forest. You're going out like that?"
"I've fought a Negari before, and some people saw. This isn't very different, right?" Keiko's large, innocent blue eyes betrayed no sarcasm or malice, and Tsubame once more reminded herself she was dealing with a child.
"Still, it's better to stay in your civilian--normal form as much as possible, especially in public." Saeki Reiko's parents had done a shoddy job of teaching her societal conventions, the avian fairy thought. Furthermore, had they taught her anything but how to care for herself and the house? The more Tsubame thought about it, the less Keiko's parents seemed like parents.
"Like a secret identity! I'm sorry, Tsubame-san, I forgot about that." Keiko's apology abruptly interrupted her fairy's musings. The elementary schooler's lip quivered, and for a moment Tsubame was terrified that she would have to comfort a crying child. Luckily, Keiko swallowed, nodded, and swooped down, alighting close to the dirt road that lead to town. "Is it alright to do this? Flying is nicer than walking, and makes Keiko less tired."
The girl's smile was so earnest, and practically shone when Tsubame nodded her approval. As the pair headed to town, the avian fairy found she too was grinning. Try as she might, her face would not return to an appropriate level of neutrality.
Somehow, she wasn't entirely upset. | Name: Saeki Keiko
Magical Girl Title: Hummingbird
Age: 11
Gender: Female
A small, round child. Keiko is an elementary schooler and looks the part. She has long, navy blue hair and round blue eyes, and is usually struck by an expression of awe or wonder. When not wearing her school uniform, she usually wears pastel sundresses or frilly blouses, and almost never goes without some kind of hat or ribbon. She looks the very epitome of innocence.
Magical Girl Appearance: She dons a frilled, feathery sleeveless light yellow dress, with hazel highlights here and there. A long, flowing scarf compliments it, glittering in iridescent blues and teals. She wears a feathered hat much like this, and tights to match. Her shoes are similar in color to her scarf, and are adorned with yellow feathers.
Personality: Wide-eyed and wet-behind-the-ears, Keiko is unassuming, shy, and curious. She loves adventure and will often strike out on her own into the forest, searching for bugs and berries and all sorts of fun! She prefers to be alone, as it's a lot more interesting and less distracting to survey things on her own.
She's an only child and used to the freedom that comes with it. Her parents both work and she's been taking care of herself since she was about 7, making her own meals and sometimes putting herself to bed. While she's quite independent, she's also rather emotionally detached and inexperienced because of this. She's rather naive to the feelings and motives of others and does her best to avoid any kind of interaction that won't result in something interesting happening.
The only company she likes to keep is that of the creatures in the forest behind her house. Insects, spiders, birds and deer, she's a regular Disney princess, minus the 'animals love her' part. She's often covered with scratches and bites from her attempted 'friendships.'
Skills:
Intuitive: Keiko picks up skills quite instinctually and is very good at connecting them with abstract concepts.
Charming: Despite rarely interacting with them, Keiko enamors those around her. People tend to want to protect her, and dote on her.
Perceptive: She's very alert and usually the first person in a room to notice when something's changed. She's also very adept at eavesdropping and gleaning small bits of information.
Independant: Especially for her age, Keiko can take care of herself, particularly domestic needs.
Abilities: Keiko gains increased mobility and great speed, as well as improved reflexes that allow her to react in time with her newfound agility.
Flight of Fancy allows her to convert her scarf into a pair of shining wings, enabling flight and the ability to whip up razor-sharp wind blasts.
The wings are properly called Wings of Whimsy, and grant her the ability to convert creative energy into enchantments that she can apply to herself or others.
Wildspeak is an ability that allows her to communicate with animals. While it doesn't guarantee their allegiance, it's a rather useful ability, particularly for information-gathering.
Quill Barrage is her most offensive ability, allowing her to convert feathers to sharp, dangerous projectile weapons. Often used in conjunction with the enchantments from Wings of Whimsy.
Weapon(s): A hardwood baton that doubles as a telescope. It can be used to see things in infrared, magical auras, and life force, among other things. It's more of a tool than an offensive weapon, but it can pack a punch.
Brief History: The only child of two busy office workers, Keiko has been raised to be independent from a young age. She's been a latchkey kid since the age of 5, cooking her own meals since 7, and putting herself to bed since 9. This never particularly harmed her, per se, but it did a number on her social life and abilities. She learned to entertain herself and withdrew at school, the quiet, studious child in the back of the room who only stood to ask questions about things that interested her. When she did speak, she seemed rather precocious and knowledgeable, but coaxing her to communicate was usually a futile endeavor. Even at 11, she still rarely speaks to her classmates, preferring the company of wildlife and now her fairy.
Fairy Name: Tsubame
Fairy Appearance:
Fairy Personality: A matronly, proper sort of fairy, Tsubame sensed a power potential heart to ignite one day whilst wandering through the forest. She was surprised, if not slightly dismayed to see it belonged to a girl so young, but contacted her regardless, as she couldn't afford to be picky. She's rather temperamental and traditional, often attempting to educate Keiko in the ways of the world and becoming irritated at the girl's eccentric behavior. Despite her hang-ups, she truly cares for the child, and has found herself almost becoming something of a surrogate mother to the curious loner.
Theme Song: Pizzicato Drops |
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"You've met your match, foul beast!" She called out as she kicked it airborne.
"Take this!" She struck it three times on the chest. "And that!" She followed up by slapping it further into the air with the flat of her weapon.
"And now...for the finisher!" She then impaled it midair, piercing straight through her target, causing its innards to burst forth. "Victory is mine!"
"Are you quite done defeating harmless stuffed animals?" Her fairy companion asked. She was clearly unimpressed by the heroic visage of Masako Imagawa, standing there with her latest foe vanquished. Of course, anyone would probably be less than impressed by her defeat of the teddy bear she purchased just to smack around, but for Lutin, it marked yet another instance of Masako being a complete nutter.
"Well excusez-moi, but I have to practise my technique somehow, Lutin." Masako replied, lowering her stick and allowing the pierced teddy bear to fall to the floor. "The Negari aren't going to sit around and wait for me to preform my beautiful assault, are they?"
"No, Masako, they won't." Lutin answered irritably. "That's precisely why your practise is utterly worthless; Negari do not sit around and wait for indulgent wastrels to set themselves up to look good. It is far more sensible to simply-"
"-practise on a live one so I get a better experience! You're quite right, I'll never get it right without putting my neck out there. Let us find one post haste. Allons-y! En Avant!" Masako immediately made for the door, leaving Lutin to follow behind, muttering "Completely retarded..." under her breath. In any case, Masako was prepared to steal away into the night and scour the city for the foul Negari. With her parents constantly busy, they tended not to police her activities, so long as she maintained a high achievement in academics and similar fields. There was nothing stopping Masako Imagawa from donning her magical persona and making the city a better place with style and grace. | Name: Masako Imagawa
Magical Girl Title: Charging Cavalier
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: Her outfit is the same as pictured above; resplendent white armour covering every inch of her, save for her face and the area around her skirt.
Personality: Masako is a bold and unabashed young woman. She has a penchant for acting flamboyantly whenever she pleases, and she is certainly pleased to act flamboyantly. In her opinion, a defender of justice ought to be a spectacle; they need to be seen and heard loudly and look damn good while doing so. Masako is prone to acting up in just short of any activity she engages in; in a fight, she’s going to want to finish her opponent with a graceful move, not a cheap trick. At school, she will write her essays in excessively purple prose and even make her mathematics assignment into a partial work of art. Few tasks are too small to be performed elegantly.
Should one be able to get beyond her peacock-like strutting, one will find that Masako is a perfectly sociable person. While she loves to show off, she doesn’t like to do it at anyone’s expense. She will not insult or diminish anyone; in fact, she doesn’t even like to do so with an opponent, for they ought to be treated with honour, no matter the circumstances. In spite of her ostentatious displays, Masako is not so petty as to try and supress others around her and is often keen to encourage others to show off their own talents. She doesn’t wish to throw anyone to the shade, but she absolutely will have her place in the sun.
Masako is also quite enamoured with French culture, and will often pepper her speech with gratuitous French words just to give herself some additional flair. If asked, Masako will claim she is indeed partially French, having inherited her flowing golden locks from her European heritage. However, this is in fact untrue; Masako has plain, gutter born American heritage to thank for her blonde hair, but is too ashamed to admit it, and while she doesn’t like to lie, this is the one lie she would like to maintain.
Skills: Masako had a fairly regimented upbringing; she wasn’t allowed to slack off and relax all day and instead was directed to self-improvement on a broad scale. While she is no physical specimen, she is well exercised and most assuredly fit. She is also a champion equestrian, having taken quite a liking to riding horses. She is also fluent in English and French, the former she was tutored in due to its uses, and the latter she learned on her own time simply because she wanted to.
Abilities: As a baseline, Masako gains a boost to her physical capabilities, though these are merely supplementary to her more versatile powers.
-Chantilly: Masako has the ability to call upon a white, magical horse for her to ride. The horse is blessed with exceptional speed and agility, being able to carry Masako around quickly and navigate around and over obstacles while allowing her to focus on attacking her enemy. The drawback to this ability is that the horse cannot go everywhere; any place that’s not built to allow a horse and rider to enter will be off limits. Masako took to calling the horse Chantilly after his pure white coat.
-Arsenal: This ability entails Masako being able to call upon copies of her signature spear (as depicted in her appearance) as need be. While the weapons are more than capable of use in close combat, Masako also tends to hurl them like javelins at her opponent. Additionally, when fighting from horseback, Masako uses her momentum to use her spear like a couched lance.
-Barrage: This one is related to Masako’s arsenal ability, but on a much grander scale. Masako essentially sends her power into overdrive, conjuring one spear after another, flinging them at a heightened speed. This is, naturally, one of her finishing moves.
-Sky Piercer: This one is simple yet powerful; Masako concentrates her magical power into one, single javelin toss, giving the resulting attack a great deal of force behind it as well as leaving a devastating sonic boom in its wake. This is, of course, her other finisher.
Weapon(s): Masako’s spear is the only weapon she needs.
Brief History: Masako is the child of a Zaibatsu family, and thus was naturally born to a great deal of wealth, but also the pressures of representing an important and respected group. This drove her not only to succeed, but to succeed with flair; to make herself stand out from the merely studious students and actually be something more. As a child, she also loved tales of romantic heroism; of heroes that not only saved the day but did so while being simply amazing. It was these two attitudes that culminated in her investment in the Magical Girl scene. To her, it was not simply the idea of them being heroes, but being heroes that acted with style and grace. It was everything she wanted to grow up to be.
Masako’s chief idol among the modern Magical Girls was one called La Cuirassier; a French Magical Girl who had gained popularity both in France and abroad. La Cuirassier was everything Masako hoped to be, both heroic and graceful in equal amounts, but her greatest impact on Masako’s youth was her ethos; she was a heroine that stressed the importance of treating people with dignity and respect, for if a Magical Girl could not do so, then she lacked a hero’s greatest quality. Had Masako not idolized her so specifically, she might have grown up to be an exceedingly snobbish woman, solely concerned with making herself look good. Due to La Cuirassier’s influence, Masako tended towards encouraging others to do better rather than mocking them for achieving less. Eventually, she got her chance to become a Magical Girl in the same style as her idol…
Fairy Name: Lutin
Fairy Appearance:
Fairy Personality: Lutin is a fairly serious fairy, preferring to get the job done quickly and efficiently. That is why she is often less than pleased with Masako, who would rather find a way to skewer her opponent with a significantly graceful flourish than finish them off simply. Although she will greatly bemoan Masako’s flamboyant tendencies, she knows she can at least rely on her to get the job done eventually, if not at the speed she would rather move at. Lutin is not a completely unfriendly fairy, but she has little tolerance for tomfoolery, and will refuse to engage with anyone that tests her patience.
Theme Song: Valkyrie Profile: To the last Drop of my Blood |
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Kyōka stood as calmly as she could on the brink of the rooftop, her scarf flapping loudly in the wind. She gazed down, watching the tiny specks of people and little dots of moving cars on the street twenty three stories below. Even if a passerby were to look up, there was no way they'd be able to see her from so far off. Indeed, there was a certain sense of security that came with knowledge of one's own anonymity. Even with eyes on her, she didn't have to be afraid. Was this the sort of way a Magical Girl was supposed to feel? That thought put her a little bit at ease - or at least, as much "at ease" as she could possibly be with the wind threatening to rip her over the edge and send her plummeting downward to join those specks on the pavement. Another gust buffeted her, and she took a step back on instinct, not wanting to chance that her tiny form might be carried completely over the precipice. Kyōka breathed slowly inward and outward, doing her best to calm her racing nerves. In the first place, what reason even was there to be nervous? This was only a trial run. She'd just be mapping out an area she could keep track of in the future, not actually picking battles of life and death. She wasn't in any danger - not even from the height, now that she thought about it. Her powers could easily break her fall without even winding her. In the first place, there was no place for fear - that was just the ordinary, cowardly junior high school student trying to get the better of the thing she'd become - a Magical Girl.
And, if she was a Magical Girl, then it would befit her to act like one. So, steeling her resolve, she braced herself against the featureless concrete of the rooftop, and stretched out her right hand ahead of her. The fairy that had accompanied her in silence thus far gingerly alighted from her shoulder, fluttering into the gusty air and spreading her violet wings. Ariel floated down before her, giving a re-assuring smile.
"Are you ready?" She asked gently. Kyōka nodded wordlessly in response, taking a deep breath as Ariel descended before her outstretched hand. Kyōka could feel the warmth of the tiny woman's palm pressing up against the center of her own, and with that warmth came an energy that made her hair stand momentarily on end. The electric heat spread outward in all directions from the two's joined hands, coalescing into a ring of purple light marked with countless unintelligible symbols.
"In accordance with the contract, the power that dwells within you shall now be released. I will be correspondent to command, and be as your right hand, as you are mine. I am Ariel. By this name, I bid you show yourself, defender of Humanity!" As Ariel spoke, the light of the circle began to crackle and gleam even more brightly than before. Slowly at first, then ever more quickly, it began to spin, and then at last moved forward, slowly traveling down Kyōka's extended arm and towards her body. She stared into the brilliant sigil as if it were a door opening before her, and, at last steeling herself, she stepped through. In an instant, every part of her it passed over was consumed, her clothes and body becoming indistinct as if melting within that radiant glow, taking on its luminescence themselves. Then, slowly, that light began to take on a new form, cycling around the borders of the sigil as it closed around her.
"I-In accordance with the contract," Kyōka stammered, very intent on getting every single part of the rather lengthy transformation ritual absolutely right. As she spoke, she could feel the power centering in her arms, her body fitting snugly within its shell just as perfectly as her hands fit themselves into their new gloves. It crawled next up her legs, billowing outward from black boots to form a skirt that fluttered violently about her. "I will humbly accept that which you have bestowed. I will watch over those who need protection, and shield those who are too weak to fight. I am... I am a Magical Girl! And I... have now arrived!"
A long white coat and a single long tail of fluffy purple hair billowed outward in the wind, and two violet eyes opened anew. Two voices spoke now as one as a big pink ribbon formed across her chest, tying itself as if in representation of the contract that had just been sealed.
"Magical Girl Aegis Violet!" "Ignite Heart!"
Light... She felt so light! It was like she could just hop into the air and float away. No, a better way to describe it would be to say that it felt like this was already happening. An unseen power, almost indistinguishable from the air itself, had wrapped itself around her, bursting forth with so much as the slightest movement she made. She raised a hand to brush her ponytail back over her shoulder, and could hear the wind howling in her wake. But it was too much. She heard her arm popping quite disconcertingly, and a twinge of pain ran up her stiff limb. It was like waking from a long sleep in an uncomfortable place - her movements were still groggy, and her body was sore.
Then, little by little, the feeling faded, until it was only lingering on the edge of her consciousness. Suddenly, she didn't feel all that different from how she had before, as if she hadn't transformed at all. "Limiters engaged," Ariel notified her, giving her the confirmation that it was safe to start moving around in earnest. Now that her power wasn't overflowing so rapidly, she could actually maintain this form, albeit in a much weaker state. But, since today was just for exploring, that didn't really matter too much.
"Alright," the now very magical Aegis Violet announced to nobody in particular. "Starting out, let's have a bit of a look around." She sized up the area, before motioning to a few city blocks close to the seaside that seemed, at first glance, to contain two large neighborhoods and one large shopping street. "That looks like a good place to start, doesn't it? It's easily within walking distance of my apartment, even in my normal form, so I should be able to patrol without having to transform every time and draw attention to myself."
"You make a good point. What's more, don't you pass through that area on your way back from school? It's right on your way home. I'd say that's a perfect place to start, especially since from up here, you could probably make it over to that street in just a couple of jumps with your powers. Go on, try it out!"
"If you say so, I guess I'll try it..." The violet Magical Girl was a bit less than convinced, but if that was what Ariel wanted, then she knew best. So, gulping down her breath, she stepped a little further back from the ledge, then took a running start towards the edge of the roof. Ariel crouched low in the hood of her coat, clinging to the fabric in preparation for what would come next.
"That's the way! Now, when you reach the edge, kick off of it with your right leg as hard as you can!" Ariel said encouragingly in her ear. But, Aegis didn't have time to process much more than that, because in the next instant, the ground beneath her was suddenly pushed violently away, sending her shooting upward like a rocket almost half again the height of the building she'd jumped from. Clouds of chilly vapor swirled about her, and for just a moment, Kyōka was living a dream she'd long thought impossible: she was flying.
Sure, she was probably at least a tenth of a mile up in the air now, but she couldn't help but laugh despite herself. She'd tried out her powers under much more limited circumstances, but never once had she ever done anything like this. The rush of air against her face took her breath away, and looking down, she could see most of Umitori City from quite literally a bird's eye view.
"Ariel!" Aegis called back, shutting her eyes against the wind. "How much power did I just use to do that?"
"Calculating," Replied the fairy methodically, hanging onto her charge's hood for dear life, yet still remaining as composed as ever. "About three percent," She answered at last. Aegis would have beamed, if the air slamming into her as she free fell hadn't prevented her from moving her face much at all.
"Then I can make a jump like that more than thirty times before I run out? That's amazing!"
"While I'm glad to see you enjoying yourself, I would recommend that you do something to break our fall," Interjected the fairy, bringing her metaphorically down to earth before gravity could do the same, only literally.
"Oh... Right. Umm... How... How do I do that, exactly?" Aegis asked sheepishly, the ground below her suddenly looking a lot less like a beautiful landscape and a lot more like imminent death.
"Just jump again!" Aegis blinked. But how could she do that when there was nothing to jump on? Just as she thought this, however, it suddenly felt like, despite the fact that she was currently in free fall, there really was something underneath her. So, she "jumped," and found herself rapidly slowing her fall, then vaulting a little further forward before beginning to plummet again. She was now only a few stories up, however, so repeating her earlier motion, she managed to break her fall rather quickly, and found herself descending without incident atop the roof of what looked to be a local diner of some sort. Stumbling out of her rather clumsy and awkward landing, she took a moment to catch her breath.
At this moment, Aegis Violet was sure of exactly two things. Firstly, she was going to be utterly terrified of doing anything until she figured out exactly how her powers could and could not be used. But secondly, this was going to be a lot more fun than she'd first imagined. | Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #89428B
Brief History
The daughter of a concert pianist and a conductor, she ended up mostly raised by her aunt and uncle, since her parents couldn't bring an infant with them on tour due to their busy schedules. She first lived with her parents during the time an ordinary person would be in elementary school, when they took her with them on another tour around the world, forcing her to learn from private tutors and online courses. By the time she got back to Japan for the last two years of her schooling, she felt like a complete fish out of water. Without any real social experience prior to this, she ended up sitting on the sidelines of her peer group for the next two years, as her classmates misinterpreted her quiet demeanor for arrogance, as if she was trying to announce that she was somehow better than them just because her parents were rich. After being bullied due to this misconception, she talked her parents into filling out the paperwork to transfer her to a school in Umitori to get away from everyone who knew who she was. They agreed, since they had an apartment there which they weren't using, being on tour once again. So, living ostensibly under her parents' guardianship - but actually all alone save for the weekly visits of her aunt and uncle - she began her Junior High schooling with the stated goal of going completely unnoticed by everyone. She was polite to her classmates, but never interacted with anyone if she didn't have to, so that they wouldn't find out about her family and bully her again. Just to be extra safe, she stayed home as much as possible, shutting herself in to escape the outside world. Emotionally, she took up escapism through reading shoujo manga, delighting in the sappy boy-meets-lonely-girl stories she found there and wishing that she could be like that, too. She also took up socializing-by-proxy, starting up a blog where she shared pictures of the city and talked about her daily life. Sure enough, nobody was interested, which put her in a funk for a while, until one day, somebody started commenting, praising her favorite places as "beautiful" and offering her support when she was feeling sad. She doesn't know who this person is, but thinks of him or her as her first friend, since they were the first person to be nice to her. Whenever she's in trouble, she consults her one online follower, asking what she should do in a given situation.
It was in this situation that she found herself when, one night, on the way home from school - she'd been left alone on cleaning duty and was thus late returning - she found herself stopped by a small floating girl who offered her a way out.
"You want to help people, right? You want to make everyone happy, to make them proud of you, right? In that case, why not join up with me?" The girl said, smiling kindly as she offered Kyōka her hand. "Nobody has to know who you are. Nobody has to know about your life. But if you save them, they'll love you all the same. Isn't that better than being lonely like this?" Kyōka thought it over, and then nodded silently at last.
"Great!" The Fairy said, fluttering up to pat her gently on the head. "My name's Ariel. If you're okay with it, then I'll make you a Magical Girl!"
Miscellaneous
The magical circles formed by Kyōka's push and pull abilities look something like this.
A literal translation of the kanji in her surname would be "Shield Mountain," while the name Kyōka is written using the Kanji for "Mirror" and "Flower Blossom."
Miscellaneous OOC
If anyone wants their character to secetly be Kyōka's online friend, be my guest. Otherwise, I'll write them as an NPC.
Theme Song
Zetsuen no Tempest - Encounter |
55,295 | 1,512 | 8 | 822 | 332 | Midori headed out, Megumi hot on her heels. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending upon how one chose to look at it, the library and park were completely Negari-free. No sign of any more mundane trouble that the police couldn't handle, either. "Megumi, anything on your radar?"
"Nada. Seems like we had better just pack it up and head home."
Just then, there was a massive flash of purple light a ways off. "Magic, and a lot of it."
Midori wondered if she kept her powers if she strangled the life out of her fairy. "I can see that, baka. Mind telling me where?"
"Three hundred, three fifty meters off to the northwest. Doesn't come across like any Negari I've ever seen, so by process of elimination, I'd say it's another magical girl."
"Well, then. I think it's time I introduced myself. Shining Thunderbird!"
A massive lightning bolt ripped out of the clear evening sky, striking Midori. When it faded, the girl was in costume and ready to rock. She dashed off towards the location of the magical disturbance, trying to figure out plans to deal with either friend or foe. | Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #89428B
Brief History
The daughter of a concert pianist and a conductor, she ended up mostly raised by her aunt and uncle, since her parents couldn't bring an infant with them on tour due to their busy schedules. She first lived with her parents during the time an ordinary person would be in elementary school, when they took her with them on another tour around the world, forcing her to learn from private tutors and online courses. By the time she got back to Japan for the last two years of her schooling, she felt like a complete fish out of water. Without any real social experience prior to this, she ended up sitting on the sidelines of her peer group for the next two years, as her classmates misinterpreted her quiet demeanor for arrogance, as if she was trying to announce that she was somehow better than them just because her parents were rich. After being bullied due to this misconception, she talked her parents into filling out the paperwork to transfer her to a school in Umitori to get away from everyone who knew who she was. They agreed, since they had an apartment there which they weren't using, being on tour once again. So, living ostensibly under her parents' guardianship - but actually all alone save for the weekly visits of her aunt and uncle - she began her Junior High schooling with the stated goal of going completely unnoticed by everyone. She was polite to her classmates, but never interacted with anyone if she didn't have to, so that they wouldn't find out about her family and bully her again. Just to be extra safe, she stayed home as much as possible, shutting herself in to escape the outside world. Emotionally, she took up escapism through reading shoujo manga, delighting in the sappy boy-meets-lonely-girl stories she found there and wishing that she could be like that, too. She also took up socializing-by-proxy, starting up a blog where she shared pictures of the city and talked about her daily life. Sure enough, nobody was interested, which put her in a funk for a while, until one day, somebody started commenting, praising her favorite places as "beautiful" and offering her support when she was feeling sad. She doesn't know who this person is, but thinks of him or her as her first friend, since they were the first person to be nice to her. Whenever she's in trouble, she consults her one online follower, asking what she should do in a given situation.
It was in this situation that she found herself when, one night, on the way home from school - she'd been left alone on cleaning duty and was thus late returning - she found herself stopped by a small floating girl who offered her a way out.
"You want to help people, right? You want to make everyone happy, to make them proud of you, right? In that case, why not join up with me?" The girl said, smiling kindly as she offered Kyōka her hand. "Nobody has to know who you are. Nobody has to know about your life. But if you save them, they'll love you all the same. Isn't that better than being lonely like this?" Kyōka thought it over, and then nodded silently at last.
"Great!" The Fairy said, fluttering up to pat her gently on the head. "My name's Ariel. If you're okay with it, then I'll make you a Magical Girl!"
Miscellaneous
The magical circles formed by Kyōka's push and pull abilities look something like this.
A literal translation of the kanji in her surname would be "Shield Mountain," while the name Kyōka is written using the Kanji for "Mirror" and "Flower Blossom."
Miscellaneous OOC
If anyone wants their character to secetly be Kyōka's online friend, be my guest. Otherwise, I'll write them as an NPC.
Theme Song
Zetsuen no Tempest - Encounter |
55,296 | 1,512 | 9 | 511 | 3,294 | 葛 馮虚 (コペンハーゲン・スター)
"Oi boss, can I borrow a thousand yen?"
A mechanical pencil (Staedtler Mars Fineline, 0.5mm lead) was placed down onto the table with a metallic ring. Indigo eyes glanced up from a page on differential calculus to gaze at the questioner with a hint of quiet exasperation. The aforementioned 'boss' reached into her pocket with a pale left hand, materialising the requested thousand yen bill from its dark depths. It was a scene one could expect to see in the backroom of a small business that was doomed to lose its customers to the supermarket chain that had just opened across the road, with a rough-and-tumble worker asking a favour from their employer in the form of a financial loan.
However, the setting for the scene was not some small business, but the bedroom of a high school girl on the second storey of a house.
The reality of the supposed 'worker' was even further from what had been expected, mostly because few workers (even in Japan, where the average female height was five foot two) were small enough to fit in the palm of a child's hand or moulted at regular intervals during the year. This miniscule fairy girl was also technically unemployed, meaning that she wouldn't have been working in a small business in the first place ... which was a really good explanation for why she was attempting to leech money off Katsura Hyoukyo, third-year at East Umitori High School and class representative of Class 3-G.
"Awright, thanks a bunch bos-"
The fairy had reached out to grab the note dangling towards her, only for her hands to grab empty air as the money disappeared from her sight.
Her outrage was instantaneous. "Oi, what was that for?!"
"Only if you explain why to me you want this money first," replied the purple-haired girl chidingly, tapping the note softly against the alloyed surface of her table. "Have you been hoarding funds for your peculiar little collection again, Kanaria?"
The fairy huffed, an action which Hyoukyo had to admit was rather adorable to observe, particularly given the presence of the cute little pigtails and googly goggles being worn by her accomplice. Unfortunately, any of the charms that Kanaria could have possessed had long degraded thanks to the unseemly personality she possessed, and not even the frilly dress nabbed from one of the high schooler's old dollhouses could bring it back.
"I wanna buy something from a vending machine," she muttered, crossing her arms. "It's not like you're even going out, so why I can't chill boss? And why are you ditching your patrol today anyway? That's pretty lazy of you!"
You may wish to speak for yourself.
Hyoukyo's expression didn't change, but she immediately reached for her smartphone, switching on the screen and opening up the Twitter application. Her own Twitter page was remarkably dearth of information, but that was not the goal of her foray onto social networks during what should have been her homework time (or her patrol time). What she was looking for was something different to her boring net footprint, and she immediately placed her phone down in front of her to show the fairy the page the very moment it had been found.
"You follow your own fan Twitter? Wow, talk about an ego."
"The fan Twitter for this district provides useful information for my purposes," she corrected, thumbing down to show a map of magical girl sightings in the local area. "Self-aggrandisement is something that would be more befitting your domain."
"That doesn't explain anything, boss," grumbled the fairy, Hyoukyo's insult having flown over her head. "What, so there's a shitton of magical girls around? That doesn't mean you can slack off all the time!"
"Of course not, but given the density of girls present in this district, there is little that a Negari can do before being immediately subdued," Hyoukyo replied smoothly as she handed over the thousand yen note (much to Kanaria's surprise). "It may even be possible that any girl whose routes intersect with mine could act with greater efficiency without my 'disruptive' presence in their 'territory'."
The stars in Kanaria's eyes flickered out as she looked up from the note she was hugging to her chest. "That just sounds like an excuse boss."
"Admittedly, there are scarcely any attempts at studying the magical girl subculture in any depth, but nevertheless my 'no-show' will likely change little today. The others are likely skilled enough to hold their own, and in the case that there is difficulty, I will answer the duty. Otherwise, I shall make use of this time to study for the upcoming maths test."
"You study a lot boss."
"Unfortunately, this final year of high school is a particularly taxing time, particularly as we close in on the university entrance exams. It is most essential that I succeed in those."
"To get into that Todai place, yeah? What difference is there anyway? It's not like Tokyo's gonna be too different from Umitori."
"You would be surprised," said the teenaged girl casually, drumming her pale fingers against the metal of her table. She glanced towards the clock hanging on the wall, noting the time. Over an hour of revising differential calculus had taken place. "Although, I do believe I could take a break now ... you wished to eat something, correct?"
Kanaria blinked in surprise. "Huh? Um, yeah?"
"A vending machine will not provide anything filling," said Hyoukyo as she stood up and stretched her arms out, taking care not to cut herself on the sharp desk. "I'll buy you something from the convenience store instead. Come along, Kanaria. Remember to grab your coat."
"Ooh, can we get those sausage things again? Fucking love those."
It was almost cute seeing the fairy's greed in action. Almost.
"We'll see, Kanaria." | Name: 葛 馮虚 (KATSURA Hyoukyo)
Magical Girl Title: Copenhagen Star
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: Hyoukyo, when transformed, dons a navy blue overcoat with golden trim, creating an impression that she seems immobile. However, that is far from the case; despite the seeming bulkiness of her garb, with its silver, majestic epaulettes, it is particularly easy for her to move in this form, and underneath the coat is sleeveless, grey and silver vest with a simple golden orb at its centre, alongside navy blue trousers. A single, darkly-glowing orb hairpin also manifests on the left side of her head.
Personality: In her day to day life, Hyoukyo is the very image of the model student: a polite and reserved young woman who carries herself with nothing less than the appropriate decorum. She greets everyone with a warm smile, and is never deficit in kind words to give to her compatriots, whether they be simple shopkeepers, the teachers at her school, or her classmates. Her marks, particularly amongst the sciences, are consistently high, the reward borne from her diligent studying and sharp mental faculties. In fact, the class representative-like student will, if queried, courteously explain to you that her ambitions lie in the field of physics, and that much of her hard work serves her quest to enter an university course related to such.
Knowledge is something Hyoukyo cherishes highly, and her highly analytical mind cannot help but absorb and categorise everything she sees and learns. She views it as incredibly important to know as much as possible, although she prefers to keep much of what she learns close to the heart unless the situation prompts it (and if it would suit her own plans and purposes). Indeed, when not surrounded by textbooks, her powerful curiosity drives her to investigate many other things, learning and growing from all the knowledge she consumes.
Despite her zeal in that regard, she is a remarkably patient figure, proper and unflappable to a fault. Of course, this does not prevent her from being subtly condescending to those she dislikes, particularly if they have displayed too obvious a weakness, and her views can be tinged somewhat by a sense of exasperation that the stranger things in life. Her sense of humour is also rather dry, and her polite manner of speech only serves to convey this. She can also be particularly talkative on subjects she enjoys; it isn't too strange to hear diatribes on them from time to time.
While she tries to hide it, of course, Hyoukyo also has a strong sense of right and wrong. While she may not be the most personable of people beyond giving polite advice to those she feels needs it, she will fight to address anything that conflicts with her moral code. It may not be overly present, but her heart does burn with heroism, and thus she will act to channel those energies against her foes.
Skills: What stands out the most about Hyoukyo is her intelligence: the analytical young woman is blessed with a sharp mind, allowing her to excel in both school and in areas that require the use of her brain. She thinks particularly rapidly, and is also very good at solving problems. She is also very skilled in regards to tennis, and regularly works out to keep fit for her sporting participation. She's reasonably fluent in English as well (and due to her parentage, knows a few phrases of German).
Abilities: Hyoukyo's main ability allows her to bend and twist space around her, using it in ways such as bringing her closer to her foes in the blink of an eye or diverting attacks off course from her. However, her changes to the fabric of 'space' do not tend to be permanent, and any modification she makes will eventually 'spring' back into its original shape when she stops actively making use of her power. It is possible for her to affect a permanent change if an immense amount of her energy is exerted, but she tries to abstain from doing so as to prevent herself from becoming extremely exhausted.
It is from this power that she derives her 'signature attack', the "Stellar Degeneration Blast", which is essentially a ball of condensed 'darkness' fired from her body towards an enemy, twisting and distorting space in its wake as well as generating a strong gravitational well around it. Those nearby will notice that it grows warmer and warmer the further away it gets from Hyoukyo. Its range is limited, but it is a high-power attack, serving as her 'finisher'. Contact with the ball generally tends to twist the enemy apart. Indeed, the amount of energy it requires from her dictates such, for otherwise her reserves will be left completely empty.
She is working on getting some more mundane special moves to work, however.
Her physical strength is noticeably greater than the average human's as well, allowing her to carry her large weapon.
Weapon(s):
Brief History: The only daughter to a pair of physicists, Hyoukyo is partly of German descent, with her Japanese father having first met her mother at a conference in Munich. Following their courtship, they gave birth to her in Hokkaido, and she would be raised in the island nation for the rest of her life, taking in far more of her father's culture than that of her mother's. This would only be helped along by the growing rift in her parents' relationship, which ended in a divorce that gave custody of her to her father. Thus, the girl was cut off from her German heritage at a young age, and was from then on taken care of singlehandedly by the elder Katsura.
It would be not long after her thirteenth birthday that her father fell in love once more with a woman from Umitori, marrying and immediately moving the household to the coastal city to join her new stepmother. While the change in scenery, and the presence of a new parental figure, was admittedly hard to get used to for Hyoukyo, she was soon able to acclimate to her new home, and threw herself headlong into her studies once more. Tensions did rise between her and her stepmother from time to time, but they would grow to understand one another, and Hyoukyo would view her as just an important figure in her life as her birth mother.
Nowadays, Hyoukyo is a proud student of East Umitori High School, where she also serves as a class representative for Class 3-G.
Fairy Name: カナリア (Kanaria)
Fairy Appearance: Kanaria is a palm-sized little girl with googly glasses and azure hair tied into pigtails. She wears a red baseball cap on top of her head, which tends to be one of the few constants of her appearance (due to her frequent change of doll clothes). Her wings, which allow her to fly, possess blue feathers and are rather birdlike.
Fairy Personality: Kanaria is a foul-mouthed girl, contrasting greatly with the demeanour of her contractee. She's overly talkative, incredibly exuberant, and generally full of the vices you wouldn't expect such a tiny creature to have. She adores money, and is willing to do anything to get as much dosh as possible. Her sense of humour is rather immature, and she adores the strangest of puns. However, despite her myriad flaws, her heart is in the right place, and she cares greatly for Hyoukyo.
Theme Song: Heian Alien -hz style- |
55,297 | 1,512 | 10 | 1,671 | 117 | La da da!~ Keiko hummed happily as she strolled through the store, surveying the groceries like a seasoned housewife. She stared critically at meat, weighed vegetables to attain the best deal, and bought the milk with the latest due date. Tsubame watched amusedly as a few adults asked the elementary schooler if she knew where her parents were, if she needed help carrying those bags, if she would like that item on the top shelf? Only the last question was acknoledged, as four foot seven inches was not an ideal height for grocery-shopping.
"There now, it wasn't too hard, was it?" Tsubame allowed a rare smile to pass her lips as Keiko did her best to lay her items on the conveyer belt, standing on the tippiest of toes and carefully stacking the groceries one by one. Several customers rushed to her aid, but she refused. The sight was so cute that a sizable amount of customers stayed to gawk at her cuteness.
Heading out, the sun had sunk further in the sky, which by now was primarily violet and dark orange. Streetlights were starting to alight, moths and junebugs dancing around the soft yellow glow.
"Can I fly home? These are heavy and it's a long way away. And it's dark..." Keiko, shifting weight from one sore shoulder tot he other, looked with pleading eyes at Tsubame, who knew she would be unable to say no. Regardless, it wasn't a terrible idea, and she was feeling rather peckish.
"I don't see why not," the fairy conceded, "but let's find a less public area."
A few minutes and several wrong turns later, the pair found themselves in an isolated field. With a flash of blue, Reiko morphs into her magical girl form. Her scarf forms a pair of wings, and in the blink of an eye, she's airborne. | Name: Saeki Keiko
Magical Girl Title: Hummingbird
Age: 11
Gender: Female
A small, round child. Keiko is an elementary schooler and looks the part. She has long, navy blue hair and round blue eyes, and is usually struck by an expression of awe or wonder. When not wearing her school uniform, she usually wears pastel sundresses or frilly blouses, and almost never goes without some kind of hat or ribbon. She looks the very epitome of innocence.
Magical Girl Appearance: She dons a frilled, feathery sleeveless light yellow dress, with hazel highlights here and there. A long, flowing scarf compliments it, glittering in iridescent blues and teals. She wears a feathered hat much like this, and tights to match. Her shoes are similar in color to her scarf, and are adorned with yellow feathers.
Personality: Wide-eyed and wet-behind-the-ears, Keiko is unassuming, shy, and curious. She loves adventure and will often strike out on her own into the forest, searching for bugs and berries and all sorts of fun! She prefers to be alone, as it's a lot more interesting and less distracting to survey things on her own.
She's an only child and used to the freedom that comes with it. Her parents both work and she's been taking care of herself since she was about 7, making her own meals and sometimes putting herself to bed. While she's quite independent, she's also rather emotionally detached and inexperienced because of this. She's rather naive to the feelings and motives of others and does her best to avoid any kind of interaction that won't result in something interesting happening.
The only company she likes to keep is that of the creatures in the forest behind her house. Insects, spiders, birds and deer, she's a regular Disney princess, minus the 'animals love her' part. She's often covered with scratches and bites from her attempted 'friendships.'
Skills:
Intuitive: Keiko picks up skills quite instinctually and is very good at connecting them with abstract concepts.
Charming: Despite rarely interacting with them, Keiko enamors those around her. People tend to want to protect her, and dote on her.
Perceptive: She's very alert and usually the first person in a room to notice when something's changed. She's also very adept at eavesdropping and gleaning small bits of information.
Independant: Especially for her age, Keiko can take care of herself, particularly domestic needs.
Abilities: Keiko gains increased mobility and great speed, as well as improved reflexes that allow her to react in time with her newfound agility.
Flight of Fancy allows her to convert her scarf into a pair of shining wings, enabling flight and the ability to whip up razor-sharp wind blasts.
The wings are properly called Wings of Whimsy, and grant her the ability to convert creative energy into enchantments that she can apply to herself or others.
Wildspeak is an ability that allows her to communicate with animals. While it doesn't guarantee their allegiance, it's a rather useful ability, particularly for information-gathering.
Quill Barrage is her most offensive ability, allowing her to convert feathers to sharp, dangerous projectile weapons. Often used in conjunction with the enchantments from Wings of Whimsy.
Weapon(s): A hardwood baton that doubles as a telescope. It can be used to see things in infrared, magical auras, and life force, among other things. It's more of a tool than an offensive weapon, but it can pack a punch.
Brief History: The only child of two busy office workers, Keiko has been raised to be independent from a young age. She's been a latchkey kid since the age of 5, cooking her own meals since 7, and putting herself to bed since 9. This never particularly harmed her, per se, but it did a number on her social life and abilities. She learned to entertain herself and withdrew at school, the quiet, studious child in the back of the room who only stood to ask questions about things that interested her. When she did speak, she seemed rather precocious and knowledgeable, but coaxing her to communicate was usually a futile endeavor. Even at 11, she still rarely speaks to her classmates, preferring the company of wildlife and now her fairy.
Fairy Name: Tsubame
Fairy Appearance:
Fairy Personality: A matronly, proper sort of fairy, Tsubame sensed a power potential heart to ignite one day whilst wandering through the forest. She was surprised, if not slightly dismayed to see it belonged to a girl so young, but contacted her regardless, as she couldn't afford to be picky. She's rather temperamental and traditional, often attempting to educate Keiko in the ways of the world and becoming irritated at the girl's eccentric behavior. Despite her hang-ups, she truly cares for the child, and has found herself almost becoming something of a surrogate mother to the curious loner.
Theme Song: Pizzicato Drops |
55,298 | 1,512 | 11 | 2,628 | 9,835 | As Akane walked, things seemed... decidedly average. Any hopes of running into a magical girl spontaneously on her way home were largely quashed by a lethargic and uneventful stroll. Well, the shop wasn't exactly far at least... and a relaxing walk wasn't exactly bad, but it was just, well... Why couldn't she run into any magical girls?! At least it wasn't too crowded. Akane didn't like crowds. There were too many people who could bump into you or something, and that made the redheaded girl both flustered and annoyed. They were way too close, and they couldn't watch where they were going! It's not like she hated people like that but couldn't they be at least a bit more careful!?
As Akane made her perfectly average walk down that perfectly average street, she happened to catch sight of something that, decidedly, was precisely the opposite of average.
A girl. A girl was jumping from one building to another. The schoolgirl's heartbeat quickened, her eyes widening with realization at what she must have just saw. There was only one explanation for that, wasn't there? There was only one reason she could think of something like that happening!
She must have just seen a magical girl! Excitement swelled up through Akane's chest as she jittered slightly where she stood. It was just a quick glimpse, but that had to be it. It had to! What else could it possibly be in this circumstance, right?
As a result, the next view moments included Akane acting without particularly putting any thought into her actions. She raised one hand, pointing excitedly at the diner rooftop.
"Aaah?! Aaah! That was...!" she was having trouble articulating herself, but who wouldn't after catching a glimpse of a magical girl?!
For any other magical girls out on patrol, they might have come across an unusual sight.
It wasn't as if the spear-wielding Shadowrender Mitsuko was unusual in and of herself. The magical girl was barely ever found doing anything but patrolling. But seeing her look exhausted and leaned up against the wall in an alleyway? That was a bit strange, to say the least.
"Haah... damn it," she complained to herself, eyes downcast as she rested her spear on her shoulder. "They just won't leave me alone today, huh...?" | Name: Fujimori Akane
Magical Girl Title: Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: "I want to be a hero..." With bonus school uniform design.
Magical Girl Appearance: "This Blade burns with Justice! In either form, her hair is red, she has light skin, and green eyes. Her armor and clothing as a magical is predominately red, but with gold decoration. Her horns are also gold, as well as her tail. A rarity among magical girls, Akane's horns and tail are actually a part of her body for the duration of her transformation.
Personality: Fujimori Akane, from a very young age, held a dream close to her heart. Her dream was to be a hero, to be someone who protects others and keeps them safe from harm. As a result, she always looked up to magical girls, and still does to this day. Akane deeply believes in justice and believes it is absolutely the duty of a magical girl to uphold it, to be a shining champion of hopes and dreams. She still holds her dream close to her heart to this day. However, in public, she can be a little shy at times and actually lacks confidence in herself, in spite of her private desire to be a hero. There's a reason it's a largely private desire. She's also fairly easily embarrassed, and it's not hard to make her exasperated at times. Indeed, in spite of her shyness, it could easily be said that the redheaded girl has something of a temper at times, though it's relatively mild and usually only comes out when she's truly annoyed about something. Still, Akane firmly believes that to be a magical girl is to be a champion of justice, hopes, and dreams. To protect the innocent, to fight against evil, Akane dreams of doing these things. But as of now, she's still prone to being a little shy when it comes to people she doesn't know especially. Still, if someone were in trouble, she'd try to step in and help them out. After all, that's what a hero does, isn't it? And indeed, it's Akane's greatest, if private, dream to be a hero. Aside from hero-related desires, Akane likes sweets a great deal and has a fairly large appetite. However, to her dismay, her attempts at baking tend to turn out less then good.
Skills: Akane is a decent sprinter and can name foreign sweets off the top of her head.
Abilities: As Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane, Akane gains a huge boost in speed and strength, moreso then some other girls. She also sprouts a dragon tail and dragon horns, the former of which can produce a stream of flames from the tip. Indeed, most of her abilities in this state revolve around projecting and controlling fire, as well as coating her sword in flames. The armor that forms on her body is decently defensive, especially the plating on her right arm, which can be used to block basic attacks and blows. In addition, while it's not her main mode of attack, her strength combined with her gauntlet can make for some potent punches.Dragon Flame!: Akane thrusts Dragon Edge forward and releases a burst of flames towards her target.
Dragon Heat!: Akane coats her sword in fire.
Dragon Cut!!: Flames concentrate on the edge of Dragon Edge's blade, heating it and increasing its cutting ability further. In addition, it can be released into a thin arc of fire.
Dragon Spiral!!: Akane releases fire from both her sword and the tip of her tail before spinning rapidly through the air, releasing a whirling spiral of fire and a sharp edge.
Super Dragon Blade!!!: Plating coats Dragon Edge and locks in place, increasing Dragon Edge's size enormously and coating it in white-hot dragonfire. She swings Dragon Edge in an arc, cutting through most foes entirely. One of Akane's finishers.
Grand Dragon Blaze!!!: A raging inferno swirls around Dragon Edge. Akane raises it above her head and swings it downwards, unleashing an enormous blast of white-hot dragonfire that incinerates her foes. One of Akane's finishers.
Weapon(s): Dragon Edge, a thick, heavy, sharp sword wielded in Akane's right hand. Akane has the ability to alter its size, and it is capable of being used to project flames for many of her named and unnamed attacks.
Brief History: Akane was born to a fairly average Japanese family. However, when she was very young, a powerful Negari attacked her home, broke into it, and nearly killed both her and her mother. Akane vividly remembers the blazing light and the flashing speed of the magical girl who suddenly appeared on the scene and annihilated the Negari in one powerful attack. Ever since then, Akane has deeply desired, deep in her heart, to be a magical girl. As she's grown, this desire has remained unshakeable, but her confidence and ability to vocalize this desire has waned. Still, to think of what she would do if she actually got the chance...Fairy Name: Melody
Fairy Appearance: "It's time to ignite your heart!"
Fairy Personality: Exuberant and energetic, Melody is utterly dedicated to the job of being a magical girl's fairy. She is determined to be the best fairy possible, and extremely excited to be Akane's partner. She wears the badge of a magical girl's fairy with pride, proudly displaying it on her chest, and she's sure to carry the rulebook wherever she goes. However, she's a bit easily upset the moment things don't go her way, prone to tearing up at times. She is also a staunch ally of Akane, eager to help her in many ways. Perhaps a few too many ways, as Melody might even try to help Akane in her daily life outside of being a magical girl even if it seems like there's no way she should be able to.
Theme Song: Eternal Blaze, by Mizuki Nana |
55,299 | 1,512 | 12 | 1,924 | 4,934 | Akane wasn't the only girl heading in that direction towards the shops--Noriko, too, often passed by the diner, even choosing to eat there occasionally. Realistically, she could have eaten out any day of the week but there was something about cheap convenience store food that she found appealing. Maybe it was still how unusual it all was to the rurally-raised young lady that gave it an air of mystery.
Regardless, the not-yet-a-magical-girl wasn't the only one to watch someone newly introduced to the fine art of jumping from rooftop to rooftop, ending on the same familiar diner just as she was walking past. Thinking about it, her outfit didn't seem familiar, so unless she was some fringe magical girl only reported on the internet...
"Oh my, a new magical girl," Noriko said, before remembering a far more pressing piece of advice to call out, "Miss, you should make sure not to stand on a roof too long! Not all are built to support you!" | Name: Yukimura Noriko
Magical Girl Title: The Ripper. Being far from the most cheerful of magical girl names, you have to wonder why Noriko has something so blatantly angst-ridden. The answer? Having no naming sense whatsoever and cheerfully picking up the first thing the fan community called her because of all the knives. It's a vast improvement over "The Girl That Stabs Things With Sharp Knives", even if she has little idea what it could possibly by referencing.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: 'Magical girl fangirl' would not be the first choice for a traditional girl's hobby and yet, in Noriko's case, it very much is--or as much as you can be without going on the internet and taking part there. She receives every magazine that she can get a subscription to and follows them religiously, even though she occasionally makes appearances herself nowadays. It would be accurate to say that she has a deep appreciation for magical girls and their work but such a description is only accurate for her childhood. She really likes magical girls.
That being a magical girl allows her to get close to her idols and try to befriend them is an amazing opportunity that Noriko can't pass up. That being a magical girl means her identity is an unknown is even better. It means being able to act without having to keep to her upbringing every second of the day--and it exposes her vast enthusiasm for both her tasks and the girls around her. Yet she's still awkward about trying to get to know people and worries about her identity being exposed--which would mean a return to acting properly.
Outside of being a magical girl, Noriko tends to be polite but rather distant. Not only does she have little idea how to go about making friends with someone of her own age, her upbringing has left her with few common interests with the majority of people that she meets. She's actually rather shy when not hidden by being a magical girl.
Skills: Noriko's skills are conspicuously lacking in a large variety of everyday matters even despite her age. Her cooking skills don't even reach the point of being able to make tea normally and those rare attempts she makes at something as simple as rice tends to lead to abject failure, not least because of her incompetence with technological innovations of any kind. Her skill there looks like it should belong to a rural centenarian, with anything more complicated than 'make phone call' or 'turn on television' going badly.
Conversely, her traditional skills are far better than the norm. For all her inability to not burn tea on a day to day basis, the white-haired girl can perform tea ceremonies flawlessly. If it has some element of ceremony or art about it, even her handwriting, Noriko tends to be as accomplished as she is technologically hopeless.
Helpfully for a career as a magical girl, and a likely influence on why her abilities are so simple, is that her list of traditional skills include such things as being able to defend herself proactively. Such as by attacking someone with a sword. Or by punching them until they can't hurt her in return. Rather than any one style, Noriko is actually schooled in several different methods of fighting unarmed and a scale of how to use swords from 'I have a knife' up to 'am I supposed to be cutting through horses?' and 'I only have a stick'. Though mostly directly irrelevant to operating as a Magical Girl, it gave her a leg up on most new magical girls by actually having trained reflexes and an awareness for combat before being thrown in at the deep end.
Abilities: Anyone discovering Noriko for the first time is bound to expect some sort of herculean magical girl, provided they don't recognise the reference. These people are often surprised to learn that she's perhaps in the running for the most physically meagre magical girl, as she doesn't receive any sort of enhancement to her strength. What gets boosted abnormally is her speed, allowing her to get in, make a single wound, and get out again. There's a limited effectiveness in inflicting a death of a thousand cuts, which is why Noriko is rather thankful that the speed is just a vector for the application of her real ability.
She has the ability to pinpoint physical weak points. In doing so, it gives her the ability to severely cripple or even outright enemies if she can land her blow correctly. It was this surgical precision that lead her first followers to compare her use of knives to a famous murderer, despite her friendly attitude.
Though only she can actually see the exact point and exploit it to maximum effect, it's still a physical weakness. Anyone that knows roughly wear to hit can take advantage of their attacks not being so easily dismissed, which makes Noriko a valuable ally even in battles against something too large for her knives to have a major impact.
It is, perhaps, for the best that Noriko doesn't have a true finishing move because of her total inability to come up with a good name for even her ability to see weak points. When it has to be given a name in fact sheets, she picked "Knowing Where Things Break More When Stabbed".
Weapon(s): Knives. Noriko didn't actually name them given that she has no limit on the number that can be pulled out and you could buy their kind anywhere in Japan. They're remarkably well balanced, suitable for stabbing, cutting, or even throwing as the situation arises. On the downside... well, knives. They have no special abilities like other magical weapons might possess nor much reach. Combined with her lack of any method for hitting harder, tough opponents can ignore almost all attacks Noriko might conceivably make until she discerns their weakness and manages to strike it.
Brief History: Being born the only child of an old and wealthy family is no insurance against poor health, as Noriko found out. From infancy, the girl spent more time actively sick than capable of causing problems in the normal vein of young children. On its own, no amount of advanced medicine seemed to improve her condition and her parents took the opposite approach: aside from the medicine itself, limit her contact with modern life and cities. She was consequently sent to be raised by her grandparents in the country, a household as untouched by technological advance as possible in this day and age.
Though her health was generally improved out here, enough that Noriko could start to learn the martial arts that had been passed down through the years, it was still marked by enough illness that her attendance at school was spotty and her time spent with her peers quite limited--they didn't even have similar interests, after all. But she enjoyed the surroundings and over time her health improved to the point that, after Junior High, her parents decided to send her to a selective high school in Umitori.
In her first year back in a city, Noriko's health began to decline once again and her lack of socialisation made it difficult for her to form friendships, especially as she started taking time off for illness. At the beginning of her second year, she was home ill once again--missing the beginning of year and even what class she was to be in--when she received an unexpected visitor: a fairy. The disgruntled girl offered her a simple trade: Noriko would become a magical girl and in the process her health problems would be corrected, or at least suspended indefinitely. Simply not being ill was an alluring choice, but to be able to make friends with the magical girls in her magazines without her previous illness casting a cloud over things and get another chance to make a first impression...
Noriko took the fairy up in it in a heartbeat, though even now she has yet to make any close friends this way but that's not going to stop the rich girl from trying her best as more and more magical girls are created.
Fairy Name: Hawthorne
Fairy Appearance: Such a fancily dressed fairy.
Fairy Personality: Hawthorne is quite... unfriendly for a fairy, and concerned only with her partner being the best magical girl possible, regardless of what this requires her to do. For instance, she specifically sought out someone in Noriko's situation, that would have no reason to turn her down and as many reasons to fulfil her assigned task as possible. In this, she's a very good support so long as Noriko has some desire to keep performing as a magical girl. If she were to give up on making friends this way, then she would have to get... creative. Even arranging a false friendship would be an acceptable step to Hawthorne. |
55,300 | 1,512 | 13 | 1,671 | 117 | Keiko yawned, tears forming at the edges of her eyes not from sadness, but mild fatigue. The 11-year-old was still adjusting to a later bedtime--even as a magical girl, who needed less sleep than normal humans, she was still very young and needed rest. But the world needed her service more, and so she swallowed, nodded, and kept herself airborne as she scouted the city for any potential Negari or folks otherwise in trouble.
After fifteen minutes or so of nothing but a few irate birds and a cutpurse (whom Keiko halted by tripping and simply allowed police to catch, not using any magic against him whatsoever!), the girl alighted atop the far-rising roof of an office building, resting her wings comfortably against her back and allowing them to return to scarf form as she flopped on her back.
"Is something the matter, Saeki-san?" Tsubame sighed, watching her charge wiggle about, trying to find the most comfortable position on the hard stone.
"'M taking a break. Tired." Keiko had finally settled into a position not unlike a cat curling in a ball.
"...alright. But only five minutes! You never know when a Negari could appear." That was enough sternness on her face, yes? Tsubame nodded, and closed her own eyes. She could afford a short rest...
"Five minutes!" ...wait, it had been exactly 300 seconds already? Tsubame's eyes snapped open as she realized with horror she'd fallen asleep. She righted herself immediately, turning her gaze to Keiko. The girl had planned the break to a T, and currently stood with her telescope to her left eye, surveying the surrounding area for any unusual activity.
"Good thinking, Saeki-san. Are there any readings out of the ordinary?" Tsubame was not expecting her charge to nod, and flew to join Keiko in her observations as the girl beckoned. Her eyes widened with surprise and alarm as she focused on Keiko's discovery--Magical Girl Shadowrender, a powerful girl who reveled in her duties, slumped against a wall, obviously injured. This was indicative of a larger problem indeed.
"She's strong, Tsubame-san, the colors are all over her, but they're all messed up. Should we go help her?" Tsubame ground her teeth as she pondered her charge's innocent words. She was not entirely certain going to assist Shadowrender was an optimal course of action--if something had run her down to this degree, Keiko would most likely be unable to deal with it. But was it not her duty as a fairy to encourage and assist the girl whose heart she ignited in defending humanity?
The decision was made for Tsubame. As she looked up from her musings, she found her charge was not beside her, but already winging toward the alleyway where the Shadowrender dwelled. The fairy swallowed her worry and made haste to follow. She should trust the magical girl, right? Right...? That's how it worked... | Name: Saeki Keiko
Magical Girl Title: Hummingbird
Age: 11
Gender: Female
A small, round child. Keiko is an elementary schooler and looks the part. She has long, navy blue hair and round blue eyes, and is usually struck by an expression of awe or wonder. When not wearing her school uniform, she usually wears pastel sundresses or frilly blouses, and almost never goes without some kind of hat or ribbon. She looks the very epitome of innocence.
Magical Girl Appearance: She dons a frilled, feathery sleeveless light yellow dress, with hazel highlights here and there. A long, flowing scarf compliments it, glittering in iridescent blues and teals. She wears a feathered hat much like this, and tights to match. Her shoes are similar in color to her scarf, and are adorned with yellow feathers.
Personality: Wide-eyed and wet-behind-the-ears, Keiko is unassuming, shy, and curious. She loves adventure and will often strike out on her own into the forest, searching for bugs and berries and all sorts of fun! She prefers to be alone, as it's a lot more interesting and less distracting to survey things on her own.
She's an only child and used to the freedom that comes with it. Her parents both work and she's been taking care of herself since she was about 7, making her own meals and sometimes putting herself to bed. While she's quite independent, she's also rather emotionally detached and inexperienced because of this. She's rather naive to the feelings and motives of others and does her best to avoid any kind of interaction that won't result in something interesting happening.
The only company she likes to keep is that of the creatures in the forest behind her house. Insects, spiders, birds and deer, she's a regular Disney princess, minus the 'animals love her' part. She's often covered with scratches and bites from her attempted 'friendships.'
Skills:
Intuitive: Keiko picks up skills quite instinctually and is very good at connecting them with abstract concepts.
Charming: Despite rarely interacting with them, Keiko enamors those around her. People tend to want to protect her, and dote on her.
Perceptive: She's very alert and usually the first person in a room to notice when something's changed. She's also very adept at eavesdropping and gleaning small bits of information.
Independant: Especially for her age, Keiko can take care of herself, particularly domestic needs.
Abilities: Keiko gains increased mobility and great speed, as well as improved reflexes that allow her to react in time with her newfound agility.
Flight of Fancy allows her to convert her scarf into a pair of shining wings, enabling flight and the ability to whip up razor-sharp wind blasts.
The wings are properly called Wings of Whimsy, and grant her the ability to convert creative energy into enchantments that she can apply to herself or others.
Wildspeak is an ability that allows her to communicate with animals. While it doesn't guarantee their allegiance, it's a rather useful ability, particularly for information-gathering.
Quill Barrage is her most offensive ability, allowing her to convert feathers to sharp, dangerous projectile weapons. Often used in conjunction with the enchantments from Wings of Whimsy.
Weapon(s): A hardwood baton that doubles as a telescope. It can be used to see things in infrared, magical auras, and life force, among other things. It's more of a tool than an offensive weapon, but it can pack a punch.
Brief History: The only child of two busy office workers, Keiko has been raised to be independent from a young age. She's been a latchkey kid since the age of 5, cooking her own meals since 7, and putting herself to bed since 9. This never particularly harmed her, per se, but it did a number on her social life and abilities. She learned to entertain herself and withdrew at school, the quiet, studious child in the back of the room who only stood to ask questions about things that interested her. When she did speak, she seemed rather precocious and knowledgeable, but coaxing her to communicate was usually a futile endeavor. Even at 11, she still rarely speaks to her classmates, preferring the company of wildlife and now her fairy.
Fairy Name: Tsubame
Fairy Appearance:
Fairy Personality: A matronly, proper sort of fairy, Tsubame sensed a power potential heart to ignite one day whilst wandering through the forest. She was surprised, if not slightly dismayed to see it belonged to a girl so young, but contacted her regardless, as she couldn't afford to be picky. She's rather temperamental and traditional, often attempting to educate Keiko in the ways of the world and becoming irritated at the girl's eccentric behavior. Despite her hang-ups, she truly cares for the child, and has found herself almost becoming something of a surrogate mother to the curious loner.
Theme Song: Pizzicato Drops |
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Kyōka was fairly sure she'd managed to regain her breath after a moment's rest on the rooftop, and so began looking around for some way to descend without drawing too much attention to herself. She was fairly certain she hadn't been spotted yet, since her initial jump had been from so high up that it would have been difficult to notice her from the street. But, then again, her landing was another matter entirely, as she'd been descending quite rapidly and landed only one story off the pavement. Well, hopefully, she hadn't bothered anyone, so at the very least there was that.
"Umm... Ariel?" She asked. Something had been bothering her ever since she'd transformed, and now that she thought about it, she couldn't help but want an answer.
"What is it?" The fairy asked, poking her purple-haired head curiously up out from within the magical girl's hood. Her two loops of hair wobbled a little bit in the wind, bringing a slight smile to Kyōka's face despite herself.
"Well, I was just thinking..." She stumbled awkwardly over her words. How could she phrase her question in a way that wasn't presumptuous? "That is, when I transformed... Was that whole routine really necessary?" Ariel winced slightly, signaling that she probably hadn't succeeded at phrasing her question politely. "I mean, if I were trying to fight, then wouldn't staying in one place so long while calling so much attention to myself be dangerous?"
"Well, strictly speaking, it isn't," The fairy said seriously, trying very hard to mask her disappointment. "The speech, posing, and the like aren't really very important. You could just as easily transform by standing still for a few seconds. However, right now, I can't do anything about the delay. It's necessary in order for me to limit the flow of power so that you'll be safe." She sighed, still seeming surprisingly crestfallen. Was the whole transformation routine really that important to her? Now Kyōka felt bad about questioning it... "But, if you really dislike it so much, you don't need to put on that whole show. I just thought you'd enjoy being more... heroine-like."
"No, no! It's not that I don't like it..." She backpedaled hastily. In truth, she thought it was more than a little tacky, but she couldn't bring herself to say that when Ariel already seemed so crestfallen. "It's just that it's a little embarrassing, saying all that stuff about how I'm the defender of the weak and such. It seems kind of like... Well, bragging, I guess."
"But it's not," Ariel returned. "So long as you can do it, it's not 'bragging.' So long as you will do it, it's not a lie. If you keep those things in mind, then it's neither of those things. Rather, it's a promise - that you'll keep people safe." Kyōka hadn't really thought of it like that. Now that Ariel mentioned it, she supposed that made sense... She'd be re-assured too, if the person who came to save her took the time to tell her that everything was alright. Maybe the speech wasn't so bad after all. It was just... How could she say something like that without panicking when she knew everybody was looking at her? It was so embarrassing just to think about it! "Does that make it any better?" Ariel asked, cocking her head to the side. Seeing her so serious about this... Kyōka couldn't help but think it would be cruel to refuse, so she caved in almost immediately. Even if it was embarrassing, she didn't want to hurt Ariel's feelings, so she nodded and agreed. "I... guess so." She was at that moment about to jump off the rooftop and head down to the street to begin her patrol - anything for a change of subject. However, at that instant, two things happened.
"Huh? I'm sensing a magical presence all of a sudden... It's heading this way quite quickly, too!" Ariel observed, suddenly sounding... nervous? Kyōka definitely didn't like that tone of voice.
"Is it a Negari?" She asked worriedly. Ariel shook her head.
"I don't think so," She replied. "But stay on your guard. Even if it's another Magical Girl, some can be very violent about their territories. If she's already marked this area out as hers, it's possible that she'll try to attack you and drive you away. I don't think she'll seriously try to hurt you, but even so, a Magical Girl isn't an opponent we have the luxury of taking lightly."
"Umm... About that... I think we have another problem," Kyōka stammered sheepishly. Ariel's attention snapped back to her partner in an instant. "What is it?" She asked immediately.
"Well... umm... I think a person saw us." She pointed down into the diner's parking lot, where a girl who'd just run up had now stopped and was staring wide-eyed up at the pair on the roof. A couple of people getting out of their cars were beginning to look their way, too, trying to see what it was the frantic girl was pointing at. "That was...!" The girl gasped, panting for breath. Kyōka's legs turned to jelly in an instant. Thanks to that, everybody was looking at her! From somewhere else, another person shouted some kind of snide remark about not standing on roofs and she hadn't thought of that so she probably should have apologized but first another Magical Girl was coming and she was probably angry at her and why did this have to be so complicated?! She'd just wanted to take a look around without bothering anyone! Why had it turned out like this, of all things?!
"I... I'msosorryIhavetogonow!" Kyōka squeaked as she turned and scrambled away from the edge of the roof. First thing was first, if a fight was going to happen, she had to get away from here. This was a business establishment, so she couldn't afford to bring it into the line of fire - least of all when there were bystanders around. So, without really thinking about it, she sprinted to the other side of the roof and jumped off, only to realize mid-fall that she'd just jumped a whole story without any kind of plan for a landing. She landed on her feet, only to immediately flop awkwardly forward, trying and failing to break her fall by rolling, like she'd seen in some of her more action-packed manga. Instead, she quite disgracefully landed flat on her face on the sidewalk next to the diner after falling from a not inconsiderable height.
...So then why was it that apart from a residual shock running through the back of her head, she hardly felt it? Pulling herself to her feet, she was surprised to find that she hadn't sprained her ankle or otherwise injured any part of herself save for her dignity. This form was really something else, to be able to shrug off something like falling off of a building.
But anyway, there was no time for that! She needed to get going before... before...
Before a taller, older girl with long brown hair and bright green eyes came to a stop right in front of her, clad in a fanciful white and gold dress emblazoned with a prominent lightning bolt insignia. Kyōka stifled a gulp.
"Eh... umm... ah... I... er..." She stammered weakly, already so nervous she couldn't bring the words out. Fortunately for her, unlike how she had been before, she wasn't alone anymore.
"Good evening, Magical Girl." Ariel's cool, composed voice came to her rescue as the Fairy unfolded her wings, floating up from her perch in the hood of Kyōka's white coat and curtsying elegantly where she floated in mid-air. "My name is Ariel, and this is my partner, Aegis Violet. Is there something we can help you with?"
Kyōka merely nodded sheepishly and decided to leave the talking to Ariel. Now if only the fairy wasn't so tiny, so she could hide behind her and not be stared at... Her eyes dropped straight to the pavement. This was already bad enough, and if those people from before followed her... | Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #89428B
Brief History
The daughter of a concert pianist and a conductor, she ended up mostly raised by her aunt and uncle, since her parents couldn't bring an infant with them on tour due to their busy schedules. She first lived with her parents during the time an ordinary person would be in elementary school, when they took her with them on another tour around the world, forcing her to learn from private tutors and online courses. By the time she got back to Japan for the last two years of her schooling, she felt like a complete fish out of water. Without any real social experience prior to this, she ended up sitting on the sidelines of her peer group for the next two years, as her classmates misinterpreted her quiet demeanor for arrogance, as if she was trying to announce that she was somehow better than them just because her parents were rich. After being bullied due to this misconception, she talked her parents into filling out the paperwork to transfer her to a school in Umitori to get away from everyone who knew who she was. They agreed, since they had an apartment there which they weren't using, being on tour once again. So, living ostensibly under her parents' guardianship - but actually all alone save for the weekly visits of her aunt and uncle - she began her Junior High schooling with the stated goal of going completely unnoticed by everyone. She was polite to her classmates, but never interacted with anyone if she didn't have to, so that they wouldn't find out about her family and bully her again. Just to be extra safe, she stayed home as much as possible, shutting herself in to escape the outside world. Emotionally, she took up escapism through reading shoujo manga, delighting in the sappy boy-meets-lonely-girl stories she found there and wishing that she could be like that, too. She also took up socializing-by-proxy, starting up a blog where she shared pictures of the city and talked about her daily life. Sure enough, nobody was interested, which put her in a funk for a while, until one day, somebody started commenting, praising her favorite places as "beautiful" and offering her support when she was feeling sad. She doesn't know who this person is, but thinks of him or her as her first friend, since they were the first person to be nice to her. Whenever she's in trouble, she consults her one online follower, asking what she should do in a given situation.
It was in this situation that she found herself when, one night, on the way home from school - she'd been left alone on cleaning duty and was thus late returning - she found herself stopped by a small floating girl who offered her a way out.
"You want to help people, right? You want to make everyone happy, to make them proud of you, right? In that case, why not join up with me?" The girl said, smiling kindly as she offered Kyōka her hand. "Nobody has to know who you are. Nobody has to know about your life. But if you save them, they'll love you all the same. Isn't that better than being lonely like this?" Kyōka thought it over, and then nodded silently at last.
"Great!" The Fairy said, fluttering up to pat her gently on the head. "My name's Ariel. If you're okay with it, then I'll make you a Magical Girl!"
Miscellaneous
The magical circles formed by Kyōka's push and pull abilities look something like this.
A literal translation of the kanji in her surname would be "Shield Mountain," while the name Kyōka is written using the Kanji for "Mirror" and "Flower Blossom."
Miscellaneous OOC
If anyone wants their character to secetly be Kyōka's online friend, be my guest. Otherwise, I'll write them as an NPC.
Theme Song
Zetsuen no Tempest - Encounter |
Subsets and Splits
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