Rakala Faust [+]

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Rakala Faust

"It's not like it matters anyways."
-Rakala

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|Full Name|

Rakala Cardin Faust

|Nickname|

Rak

|Birth Date|

June 12, 1997

|Age|

18

|Zodiac Symbol|

Gemini

|Gender|

Male

|Sexuality|

Straight/Transracial

|Race|

Half-Dragon

|Mentor|

Rak's uncle Chorazin was his primary mentor as he grew up. His mother was of the dragon bloodline, but her powers hadn't developed as powerfully as her brother's powers. Rak's father was a normal human and was away on business a lot. Rak would go to Chorazin often to get training in his dragon powers. They were of the bloodline of a water dragon and Rak was very quick to learn all that Chorazin had to teach him. He soon matched Chorazin and had to begin learning and growing on his own now.

|Hero or Villain|

Hero mostly

|In Depth Appearance|

Rak's human form is nothing special, but certainly nothing bland either. He tends to cross multiple styles quit often and very inrestingly. Although he longboards his favorite shoes are sneakers or boat shoes. He never wears socks either so flip-flops are also common for him as well. He fights the smell in his shoes with baking soda rather than wearing socks. He really dislikes denim so he is always wearing some form of cargo pants or khakis or occasionally even dress pants. He claims they are comfy, so it's not uncommon to see him doing things like climbing a tree in boat shoes, dress pants and a sweater. He likes shorts that come to his knees and other than that it's a shot in the dark as to what style he'll wear. Even when exercising he wears basketball shorts, because he like how they are longer. Even though again most say soccer shorts are much better for running. He doesn't like to wear many layers, at all. This is why he also likes sweaters. Jackets aren't needed if the sweater is warm enough, and quite often if he is feeling lazy and thinks he can get away with it, he'll only wear a hoodie or jacket out. T-shirts are common and he occasionally wears tanktops. He likes some name brands like Nautica, but really likes finding obscure name brands that aren't over-advertised. Really how he dresses himself comes down to max comfort without looking like a slob. His style really comes out to be a cross between skater, hipster, and preppy all in one. He has no piercings or tattoos or outstanding features in his human form. He can transform completely into a blue humanoid dragon though. He has the ability to change certain features as he wants as well. If he wants horns and a tail as a human he can do that. If he wants a scaly back and claws he pull only those out as well. In fact Rak hardly ever goes full dragon. It tends to ruin his clothes. Especially the tail, although very powerful can be very embarassing for him as well.

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M Y Q U I R K S

|Powers|

The dragon bloodline have very strong beings. Physically Rak is very strong. He always wanted to be the fastest around so his legs are significantly stronger than his arms. The combination of these and his wings give him a tremendous speed and jump. He can't fly but his wings do allow him to land softly from any height even while holding someone. He can breathe underwater and endure tremendous pressures and rapid pressure changes. The dragon bloodline also came with a few powers as well. Rak can manipulate and change the temperature of liquids inside of him or with his tongue. He mostly uses this to spit ice bullets or boil water, though he does try spitting out an ice rose to impress girls sometimes. He also has a limited control of weather in that he can create a fog around him almost any time he needs. Finally Rak can also manipulate the liquid parts of blood. This gives him some enhanced healing and resistances. He can share this with others, but his manipulation comes from inside of him so his tongue has to be in contact with the blood, leaving most resistant to his help unless very dire.

|Power Weakness|

Rak has a very strong need for water. Although he can carry a large reserve of water like a camel, using his powers dehydrates him very quickly. Dry and arid areas are very bad for him. Heat and cold aren't problems for him until they start reaching extremes. Rak also has to be in dragon form to gain the benefits. He can change his internal organs and his powers are always available, but improved armor or claws require him to change.

|Quriks | Habits | Oddities|

Rak is very decent for the sake of that's what is appropriate, but he really does actually like being in the nude. He often takes the opportunity to be that way when no one is around. That's also a reason he doesn't like to wear many clothes or layers of clothes. He also likes to take long showers, which isn't too odd for a waterdragon, but to others it seems weird. He tries not to be a showboat, but with his active nature he never lets a challenge go and come across as one sometimes. He's slightly OCD having a set way for certain things. He normally is able to change the way he thinks they should be set if he thinks it is a good change. He has a snort that he almost does habitually that some think is a laugh. He has often explained that it is him clearing his sinus and not laughing innapropriately. He only drinks before and after his meals. He also has a hard time dealing with emmotions, but that comes out more in his personality.

|Hobbies | Talents|

Rak is obviously a great swimmer and very fast, but he is also pretty athletic. He plays all sports, but he is best at soccer and volleyball. He likes all sorts of games, and the more rules they have the better. Thinking and strategy are enjoyable to him so those aren't a hindrance when it comes to games. He also likes to snowboard, longboard, wakeboard, and surf.Sailing and diving are relaxing hobbies of his. He likes to try new things as well so he tends to come off as willing to do anything as long as it's with others. He dislikes doing anything by himself, so is often doing nothing when alone.

|Likes|

He likes challenges and conquering them, and he is very stubborn in sticking to challenges until he has conquered it. He likes stories and the ideas they bring. He likes to debate and often finds himself disagreeing with others just to defend a point that he may not agree with. He likes others and is able to make almost anyone a friend. Not a point he takes pride in or feels hurt if someone doesn't like hime, but just a part of his character. He likes all animals, and isn't afraid of them like most are.

|Dislikes|

He doesn't like eating. It's not that he doesn't like the food always, it's just that he wishes eating weren't necessary to survive. He doesn't like things he thinks are dumb. If he has a better idea or sees someone do something stupid he tends to look down on it or them. He really dislikes drama and is really good at avoiding and ignoring it. He hates almost anything dry and arid. Whatever it is, it could probably be better if it were moist. He doesn't like to read a lot. It's not that he's bad at it or never reads, but he just likes stories and he feels that movies are quicker and video games are more interactive. He also doesn't like those with a lack of self-control. He takes a lot of care into controling himself and his body and feels that others should be able to do the same.

|Fears|

He actually has a lot of fears, but he doesn't like that emotion so he often squelches it. A few fears he can't control are helplessness, loss of control, and being completely alone. He is very scared of not being able to help others in a time of need. He has a decent deal of power and not being able to use it, or it not being enough is a thought that lurks in the back of his mind. He prides himself on his self-contol of both his actions and his body. Losing that control to rage or the temptation of power is another fear he occasionally thinks about. The third is a fear he isn't completely aware of himself. He is very good at making friends and relating to others, but the circumstances that make him feel like he is the only one scare him and bring him to a dark despair. He is normally quick to reassure himself he can't be the only one, but some things are very specific to himself.

|Personality|

♦ Selfless ♦ Haughty ♦ Patient ♦ Distant ♦

Rak normally appears very positive and merry. He wouldn't be described as emotionless, but that is more or less what he has become. He has a desire to end suffering, but the state of the world and hopelessness to fix it have stunted his emotions. Instead of allowing himself to feel constant sadness for others, he squelches sadness. Instead of getting angry at every stupid thing people do, he ignores there actions and controls his anger. Instead of being depressed he makes himself do what he enjoys to forget lonliness. He may always seem jovial but that's just because he knows life sucks and that good things are a reason to be happy and bad things are just to be expected. Few know that is how he views he world as he is scared they'll think he is dark or depressed. This makes it hard for him to relate to others emotions sometimes making him feel awkward and out of place. It also makes it hard for others to get to know him deeply. It's easy to like him. It's almost his goal to make others happy as making himself happy is empty. He seeks the happiness he gives to others for himself as well.

His mind is also always running. He enjoys stories to give him new daydreams, otherwise he may be thinking of senarios in games or fights. He also thinks of lifes mysteries and debates both sides of arguments with himself quite often. Rak has thought of a lot and if you bring up something he hasn't thought about it's bound to be on his mind for the next few days. He is rather quick witted and decently charming. He is very honest and this can come out as being rather blunt, but he can normally talk his way out looking rude. He likes criticism as he is very willing to change and improve himself. He gives others the respect they desreve and expects the same in return. He also trusts everyone and is very quick to make anyone who breaks that trust regret it.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

|History|

Rak grew up next to a beach with his two parents. His father was a rich businessman and as such worked a lot. His mother was stay at home and would take care of Rak and the house. Even though his father was normal he knew of the dragon bloodline. Ever since birth there was a good chance he had dragon genes. They began to show themselves around the time he was a toddler. It started by manifesting scales and other physical features. His mother quickly began to train him to control even these simple powers. As he got older he quickly mastered all his mother could teach him. His mother's brother lived nearby and visited a few times teaching him more control. Soon he got eager to learn more about his powers and began to visit Chorazin and get training at his residence. Sometimes spending the weekend training, Rak enjoyed becoming more powerful.

As Rak grew more powerful a problem began to present itself. Chorazin had warned him not to use any powers around others, but his competitive nature tended to get the best of him at times. Rak never hurt anyone fortunately, but Chorazin saw how he needed and outlet. He trid his best to teach Rak self-control while giving him a way to use his powers, but Rak needed to be able to use them more freely. Chorazin remembered attending Vigilante Village and thought it would be perfect for Rak. The camp was exactly what he needed. His powers were able to be used more freely, and he was able to grow exponentially. Chorazin saw how Rak was surpassing even himself and did his best to make sure the power wouldn't run to his head. A dragon's blood is a very danerous thing for a human to control. This will be Rak's fourth year at Vigilante Village.

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M I S C .

|Extra|

Probably the Akhlut, but there are quite a few I like.

|Anything Else|

Not right now.

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Here's my application. If there is anything more you want or something you don't like then please tell me. Also if I forgot something or there are errors then I can take those as well. I can change or add things. Also if anyone would like to have some preset backgrounds I'm open to ideas.

Can I point out, @rechonq, that you just tagged an actual user named USERNAME? ^^"
Anyway, my character will be ready sometime tomorrow (it's 11 pm for me). I still need to find an image though.

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@BreakingMeMight want to take out Teleportation and all of the superhuman attributes then I think you should be good to go. :)

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I think, because others have posted interest in shapeshifters, I'll get rid of the shape shifting and the superhuman attributes and keep teleportation, fighting skill and enhanced senses. Would that be ok?

Tsela Yee Naaldlooshii [+]

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Tsela Yee Naaldlooshii

"You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist."
-Frederick Nietzsche

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|Full Name|

Tsela Yee Naaldlooshii

|Nickname|

Ashkii Natonaba

|Birth Date|

November, seventh

|Age|

19

|Zodiac Symbol|

Scorpio

|Gender|

Male

|Sexuality|

Aromantic hedonist

|Race|

Navajo/Native American

|Species|

Skin Walker (Yee naaldlooshii)

|Mentor|

Uh, so we choose this? I'm a little confused.

|Hero or Villain|

Neither, he does what he wants, think Catwoman I guess

|In Depth Appearance|

Tsela stands at 5' 11", and weighs 174 lbs. He has light caramel colored skin, with dark piercing eyes. Long, about mid back, messy black hair that's usually either untouched from when he woke up or pulled into a loose pony tail to get it out of his way. Broad shoulders, leading to muscular arms, and a well defined torso, narrowing at the waist line. Long legs leading to perpetually uncovered feet. Generally, Tsela dresses in vests that are left open, with some light decorating, and pull away stripper pants for ease of access when transforming. While in human form, his other skins show as black tattoos on his back, on his right wrist he wears a bracelet that has the teeth of a coyote and cougar, as well as interspersed with crow feathers.

Tsela has three additional shapes he can change into, the first is the coyote. From nose to tip of tail, Tsela is 4' 10 and weighs 38 lbs. Due to the northern climate his fur is predominantly white and black, and thick for warmth. The guard hair s along his spine, and shoulders are a mix of black and white, appearing gray, but as those slide down the ribs and towards the under fur it starts to appear darker, the blacks and grays out weigh the white. Some reddish brown runs up the sides of his narrow muzzle and onto the tips of his ears. Some more reddish brown is on his flanks, and upper thighs. His under fur is predominantly white with dark spots.

The second shape is a crow. Standing at 18 in and weighing 21.7 ozs. Wing span of 37 in. Coloration predominantly black, but along the wings it goes inky purple, and through midnight blue. And the current last, but certainly not least, the cougar. He stands 33 in tall at the shoulder, and 7.4 feet nose-to-tail. Tsela weighs 214 lbs while in the Cougar shape. His coloring is mostly a tawny color, though his face is marked by dark lines. Along his shoulders and back you can see faint black shapes. Under belly is a paler shade of the same color on the rest of his body.

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M Y Q U I R K S

|Powers|

Shape shift/skin walk/yee naaldlooshii - take the shape of any skin that has been worn during a specific áńt’įįzhį rite.

áńt’įįzhį - Witchery Way or Corpse-poison way. Curses, spells, rites, and ceremonies using the powdered corpses, most notably the bones, to achieve particular results. Generally used to kill, sicken, or hamper enemies.

'Iińzhįįd - Sympathetic magic, the use of an object containing some part of a specific individual, hair, nails, blood, flesh, bone, etc or a highly regarded personal object, to work magic on the individual. These are generally curses, but just about any work both harmful and beneficial can be done with it.

"Mind control" - A specific form of ’iińzhįįd which allows the ánt’įįhnii to force the victim to perform certain tasks. However it is not true mind control, it is purely physical, difficult to perform, and unless constantly worked will collapse freeing the victim and allowing them time to fight back.

"Snake eyes" - Once enough forms (10 or so) are collected the ánt’įįhnii(witch or skin walker) has the power to temporarily freeze an opponent by looking into their eyes. This is due to the fear response and can be fought against if prepared for it, or if the individual is either stronger or naturally resistant to the effect.

He can also use the strength or speed of animal shapes while in human form, for short periods of time. So for instance with the cougar shape, while human he can make the 5.5 meter leap, however afterwards he'll be tired, and needs to eat to replenish lost energy.
This is it for now.

|Power Weakness|

Physical size is equal to the size of the skin worn. If a house cat is worn, then Tsela is the size of a house cat, if an elephant then Tsela is the size of an elephant.

During a transformation, Tsela is vulnerable. Between the pain and time taken there is roughly half a minute where Tsela is open to attack.

All spell work (or sings) are time consuming or must be prepared in advance. For instance ant'j (corpse poison) can be thrown during a battle, but must be prepared prior to it.

Silver is poisonous to Skin walkers, a little can break the enchantment holding the skin their in, consistent contact or silver within the bloodstream can poison or kill a skin walker(I'm including this to offer additional limitations but I did find a few sources that stated this, may not actually be true lore.)

There are several ways to prevent an ánt’įįhnii's works from effecting you. Some are as follows: A ceremonial, or "sing" can be performed to counteract a witch. Often this is a Protection way sing, but sometimes the full Night Chant is used.

Spruce is used in the "Shooting, Witch, Lightning and Night Chant" ceremonies. The wood of the limber pine is used to create the small bow and arrow used in the Witch and Shooting Chants.

New Mexico giant hyssop is used by the Ramah Navajo to protect from witches, and a cold infusion of orange agoseris is also used by the Ramah Navajo for protection against witches. The Ramah Navajo use cold infusions of the root Littleleaf pussytoes, and smalleaf pussytoes for protection as well. Pygmyflower rockjasmine is used by the Kayenta Navajo for bewitchment and pain from witches' arrows.

Most importantly, if you know the full name of the skin walker, look them in the eye and say it they will sicken and die within three days unless they can get to their áńt’įbáhoołan, a sacred and secluded location where they perform most of their áńt’įįzhį work.

|Quriks | Habits | Oddities|

Tsela will not touch a stranger, will not eat in public view, spends as much time as possible in nature settings, Tsela prefers to use his "nickname" Ashkii, when lieing he will scratch his thigh with his left hand.

|Hobbies | Talents|

Cooking, archery, arts and crafts, throwing hatchets, stealth, reading, pursuit of knowledge.

|Likes|

Physical touch (from close friends only), good food, games of chance, pursuit of pleasure, money/valuables.

|Dislikes|

Physical touch (from everyone else), pain, narrow mindedness, overly cheerful or loud people, rules, and abusive people.

|Fears|

His parents, silver, and anyone knowing his full name.

|Personality|

♦ Loyal ♦ Impatient ♦ Inquisitive ♦ Wrathful ♦

Tsela is free spirited, and intelligent. He is open minded and generally calm, however he is quick to anger and swift to punish. He is loyal to those he is close to and will go to the end of the earth for those he cares for. Everyone else can pretty much not exist as far as he is concerned. He is greedy and self interested, unless he sees specific situations. these situations are hungry or abused children and close friends in need. He cannot abide an abuser, and will go to great lengths to punish one.

Tsela is gentle with people he cares for and enjoys taking care of them. Cooking, giving them massages, pretty much whatever they need. However, he is difficult to become close to, he can be aloof, rude, and violent to strangers and acquaintances. He is slow to trust, and will not stand for betrayal, but once you have his trust he gives it completely. He is dead set on reaching the state of clizyati, which is the highest level of priesthood, which is a master of all forms of curse work. He also hopes to learn more of the medicine man ways, hoping to become equally powerful in both making him nigh on impossible to beat. Overly cheerful people can bother him greatly, but if they become close he enjoys their presence for the simple joy of contentment. Tsela also hopes to research other forms of magic to see if they are compatible for him to use, however he doubts it.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

|History|

Tsela was born in a small Navajo tribe in Utah, while he was young he was chosen by the then medicine man, Atsa Hataalii, to become the next medicine man, his name would have become Tsela Hataalii at that time. Growing up and being taught the ways of healing and protection, the knowledge of herbs and trees, rocks and streams was his greatest joy. However he had a cruel abusive father. He verbally and physically attacked both Tsela and his mother on a daily basis but the tribe did not know of his crimes. When he was 13 years old during one of his father's attacks on his mother she was knocked unconscious. Tsela grew angry and attacked his father . Tackling him to the floor of their hogan, he repeatedly beat him with a piece of wood. His father died, and he screamed for help.

The tribes people rushed to their hogan, wondering what had happened. Upon entering, they found the unconscious woman Tsela kneeling over his father's dead body. Tsela claimed self defense and explained what led to these events but the tribes people were wary of believing him. They took him to the village center and tied him down saying that when his mother woke if she corroborated his story then he'd be free to go. Tsela was certain that she would, he freed them from their tormentor. But his mother betrayed him, claiming he attacked her in order to murder her for the first step in becoming a ánt’įįhnii. That her husband was killed defending her. She named him yee naaldlooshii, skin walker. Glaring at her son she said clearly "If my people do not kill you, I will hunt you down and destroy you. You killed my husband for twisted powers, why? Why have you committed this crime?" Shocked, Tsela collapsed, he couldn't believe she's done this to him. Lied to the entire tribe. And for who? That man?

The Chief roughly dragged the boy to his feet, glaring into his eyes, he growled his full name, his new name into his face. For everyone knows that skin walkers will die after this. Tsela tried pleading his innocence, but they cast him from the tribe. Beating him, and calling him witch. But the Chief stopped them from killing him, saying that he would suffer those three days before death drags him to a shallow grave. Casting Tsela from the village, broken and bleeding, Tsela prayed for death, for absolution. But no god answered him. Tsela crawled into the forest, not heeding his path and collapsed at the base of an old, twisted tree.

Waking up, Tsela found himself in a cramped cave, an old woman bent over him. "Ashkii, why have I found you in my territory?" Watching her warily, he told her his story, and she grew angrier and angrier the further it went. Twisting from him she thought for a few moments. Pacing she opened her mouth, and said "I am Clizyati, I am vengence, I am Ił hóóyééʼ. Give me three years as your master, and we will destroy them. And Tsela...Tsela couldn't say no. He was full of bitter hate for them all. He wished them suffering and death. So he agreed. "Come Ashkii, I will treat your wounds. Then we begin your training." "Thank you, Clizyati, thank you."

Three years passed quicker than Tsela expected, it was close to his 17th birthday, and they were planning a joyous celebration. Clizyati has agreed to teach him the ways of yee naaldlooshii, he would live his name. Bear the curse he was born in. Clizyati explained patiently to him how he must hunt and kill a beast of the land, and bring it to their áńt’įbáhoołan, their sacred place, and she will teach him the rites. With her help, he hunted down and killed a coyote. Dragging it with them, they entered their sacred place. She explained how he must skin the animal with a dagger made from the bones of an enemy. And she handed him one "Ashkii, this came from your father, your kill that brought you onto the path of áńt’įįzhį, nothing would be more powerful for this rite." "How?" Smirking the woman shook her head, but did not answer.

Skinning and preparing the hide, Tsela began a song asking for power from the coyote offering it a second chance at life by his side. Begging for his vengeance, for the life he lost. And for three days he continued with the song, as Clizyati prepared, and ground the bones. Making a specific curse, the curse of yee naaldlooshii. Cupping her hands in the bone dust, she started singing her own song, tossing it and rubbing it into the fur and skin of the young man in front of her. And she watched as the bloody fur seemed to move with the boy's unconscious rocking, his voice ragged and yet still raised in supplication. Pride blossomed in the old woman's bitter heart. And her voice was strong as she lay the curse on him, and then the sound of breaking bones and screaming filled the clearing. Moments later a coyote stood in Ashkii's place. The rite was done, he was a skin walker now.

Leaving the clearing, she took the form of a bear and led the boy back to the village to lay his demons to rest. Rushing through the village they destroyed everything in their path, trampled food, destroyed the hogans of the people, and slaughtered the Chief and his family. They were searching for his mother when Atsa Hataalii stepped in front of them. Flinging his hands, a beautiful cloud came forth, glittering in the air. Tesla lower to the ground just got a light dusting, which caused a burn to spread through his shoulders, but Clizyati received a face full and fell back choking. Her form shriveled to that of an old woman once again. Stepping forward Atsa grabbed her and shouted "You destroyed him, this is all your fault, and you will die for it!" The burn through his shoulders was unbearable, jumping up, Tesla ran off. He has been on the run ever since, collecting skills, and skins when he could. He came to the Camp in hopes of having some short peace, an dc time to prepare to avenge Clizyati. He has just arrived.

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M I S C .

|Extra|

This is hard for me to say, I love so many. I'll pick Skin walker though simply because that's my current numero uno, you know?

|Anything Else|

Ashkii means boy, she had literally nicknamed Tsela as boy, just so you know. Naming in the Navajo tribes is basically based off of what you do, who you're related to, what you are, where you live, random stuff. Ok? And so a lot of people's names literally translate to medicine man or something similar. (For instance Clizyati named herself High Priestess, Tesla she named boy, the medicine man's last name literally translates to medicine man.) The first step to becoming skin walker is committing a taboo of some kind, incest, necrophilia, or murder of a family member, usually a sibling. Yeah the first two squick me out, so I went with the last option.

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Do you know how annoying the image thingy on here is? I had to discard like 5 different images before it'd work T_T anyways, ignore this, I'm still working on it, but I had to post it to make certain that the images would show up.

Ok! FINITO!!!!!! I believe that that is everything!

I just recently learned how to tag. sorry for forgetting! Also yaaaaaay! Acceptamce :)@HushedWhispers

Lyric Tidepool [+]

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Lyric Tidepool

"If you wanted to talk, don't make so much noise."
-Lilygold

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|Full Name|

Lyricsia Clow Tidepool

|Nickname|

Songbird

|Birth Date|

April 22

|Age|

17

|Zodiac Symbol|

Taurus

|Gender|

Female

|Sexuality|

Asexual

|Race|

Water Elemental

|Species|

Modified Human

|Mentor

A strong, outgoing woman who loves to laugh and is fun to be around. A good counterpart to Lyric's shyness. Can be too confident in Lyric's abilities and push her too much, making her feel like she didn't live up to her mentor's image of her. Not too tall, but not overly short, average body size. Blond, curly hair and hazel eyes. Name is Sylvia Oakwood.

|Hero or Villain|

Leaning towards Hero, could be persuaded either way.

|In Depth Appearance|

Lyric has deathly pale skin, almost white but with just enough color to call it pale. In contrast, she has inky black  hair. It's long and unkempt, sort of wavy, and almost never is seen tied or styled in any way. She has seafoam eyes, which usually seem dull. She also can often be seen with clear dark circles under her eyes, a sign that she doesn't get much sleep. She has a blatant scar on her left cheek, but won't say where she got it. Her neutral expression always looks sort of tired. She has very little eyebrow and rather thick lashes as well. Her lips are always lightly chapped, though she's not quite sure how or why. 
She wears mostly blue things, usually long-sleeved shirts and jeans. Though not usually badly affected by weather, she's opposed to wearing T-shirts. Lyric has one tattoo on the left side of her neck. It depicts a teal flame and the words "I promised not to hurt myself anymore." She says she has another, but it's more personal and she doesn't want anyone to see it. She enjoys going out barefoot, but wears navy blue tennis shoes to most places despite this.

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M Y Q U I R K S

|Powers|

Summon and control water and turn parts of her body into water. Could learn to do more.

|Power Weakness|

Can only do a small amount, as of arrival, before becoming consumed by her power and requiring a mediator to control her.

|Quriks | Habits | Oddities|

Almost entirely mute, very distrustful, tends to forget her own health, loses track of time easily, can't stand things that aren't organized.

|Hobbies | Talents|

Likes to draw, can do origami, and enjoys doing Zentangles.

|Likes|

Silence, art, mathematics, technology, rain, and order.

|Dislikes|

Loud noises, chaos, speaking, people, and messy things.

|Fears|

Fire, heights, and crowds.

|Personality|

♦ Orderly ♦ Isolated ♦ Willing ♦ Gullible ♦

Lyric refuses to admit she's OCD, despite being overly stubborn about keeping things neat. Normally, she's very reserved, keeping to herself and not disturbing anyone. She's very uncomfortable around crowds, not liking noise in general. Her ideal environment would be a silent, orderly room with a pile of books and a cup of blueberry tea. Lyric doesn't talk much, staying away from most people for good reason. She's not used to being around so many odd people like herself, but it doesn't change her resolve not to talk. When presented with the opportunity to help out, especially in manual labor, Lyric will jump at the chance. She enjoys the sort of meticulous or routine task offered by that. She's easily talked into things if she's allowed anyone to become close to her, despite her isolation. She believes that is someone has won her trust, they must be trustworthy. 
Lyric is very secretive, not being one to tell anyone everything. Even if one were to win her trust, she would still keep many things from them. She trusts herself more than anyone else in the world. In a situation where Lyric would be forced to defend herself, she would more likely run from the confrontation than fight. She came to camp to rid herself of that trait. If faced with an uncomfortable situation, she would likely refrain from going any further into the conversation and try to change the topic. Lyric can be very defensive, but knows when to admit defeat better than most. She would not fight a losing battle.

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D E F I N I N G  M Y  P A S T

|History|

Lyricsia Clow Tidepool was born as the daughter of some people she doesn't remember. She remembers living as part of a group of scavenging children for a long time. Until she was ten years of age, she was allowed to travel with a band of kids trying to survive. She doesn't remember what city they'd lived in, as most of the time with those children was spent sick or sleeping. She had been a very frail child, but tried to help as much as she could. When she was ten, the city passed an act allowing human testing to be done on willing volunteers. Lyric gladly accepted, hoping they could make her stronger against her perpetual frailty. That they did, but they also helped her by allowing her to gain elemental magic. 
As they messed around with her genetic code, they altered certain things to make her immune system stronger. They also released a limiter on her ability to use her inherent ability, incorrectly identifying it as a limiter on her muscle strength. She didn't discover it until she was let out of testing a few months later. She lived for a few years on the streets of London, where she'd been taken for use of their laboratories. She was taken in by an orphanage, where she gained her isolated and shy nature. After another few calm years, she had a fight with an orphan boy and grew very angry. She summoned seawater and sprayed him in the eyes. 
Seeing the act of magic, she was beaten and called a witch before being kicked out of the house. This encouraged her not to speak to people so that she wouldn't grow angry and be hurt again. She lived on the streets again, another few years. She came to discover the camp by way of a man who said he could see her magic with his one red eye. He handed her a scrap of paper and told her to go there, and so she did, hoping they could teach her not to run away, or how to control her element. Hopefully both. This is her first summer at the camp. She knows nothing of it as of yet.

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M I S C .

|Extra|

Mmm... I'd love to say I don't have one, but I think shapeshifters are the best.

|Anything Else|

Knows a little sign language, but gestures more often than not are not sign language, as she prefers not to use it.

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Here's my character. Up for deliberations~ @HushedWhispers