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Vox Angelis Dust in the wind
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So for fun I decided to come up for a list of who Chris could manage not getting to edgy over. It turned into the following..
Callan Webb | Kusari Bloodworth | Grant Rotem | Sander "Sandy" Lorraine | Lawrence B. "Doc" Ellison | Hazel Baker
Chris's list of people he'd probably tolerate
Callan Webb | Kusari Bloodworth | Grant Rotem | Sander "Sandy" Lorraine | Lawrence B. "Doc" Ellison | Hazel Baker
Chris explains why your not on the list
"Hahahahahaha, your joking right? Why would I want to be anywhere someone who's literal power is screaming people's ears off? Not to mention, her taste in music is shit and there are times when I contemplate joining the enemy's side just so I could burn that loud mouth of hers off."
"Ambition has been the fall of many. I don't want to waste my breathe on someone who only looks out from himself anyway. Also he's a dick."
"Full of herself, piece of shit, how could someone be so insecure and yet so prideful?! I'd rather get my ass kicked playing basketball with Padma then to look at that cocky smile."
"I can't stand his constant urge to keep things from getting quiet. His jokes aren't funny and I do not find him interesting in the slightest. Maybe if he could read that book of his while I'm minding my own business instead of him instantly trying to talk at the presence of others I could be more forgiving."
"No, I do not want to go with you to play tennis. No, I do not want to go walk into the woods. I want to sleep right now, sod off."
"I hate her positive attitude and the attention she get in class. Its clear to me we won't get along. The fact that she's so nice and that everyone loves her triggers me."
"No comment, I do not want to rant for more then an hour on a single subject."
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Oh that looks fun. I'm going to make a list too to distract myself from the fact that we can't IC yet.
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@dragonmancer That's harsh man. Real harsh! Hurts right here, right inside. Right in the appendix.
@January That one. I want that one.
EDIT: I suppose I should actually make some constructive decision. Just throw Marcus in anywhere, he'll probably do well with anybody people that are willing to tolerate his presence!
DOUBLE EDIT: Well, since everybody else is doing it, I'll put together a list of people Marcus would want to hand around with. Eventually.
@January That one. I want that one.
EDIT: I suppose I should actually make some constructive decision. Just throw Marcus in anywhere, he'll probably do well with anybody people that are willing to tolerate his presence!
DOUBLE EDIT: Well, since everybody else is doing it, I'll put together a list of people Marcus would want to hand around with. Eventually.
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@January @Baklava @banjoanjo
finished~
finished~
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Lincoln Gilmore.
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Eighteen.
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6'3 ft.
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183 lbs.
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Lincoln is a rather big guy β he stands at six feet and three inches and is made of muscle. Lincolnβs body is slim rather than bulky and his facial features are sharp like a foxβs. His black hair has a blue sheen to it and is almost always unruly, which is only worsened by Lincolnβs habit of ruffling it in times of stress β which is always. Lincolnβs eyes are described as being piercing and are a dull black that seem uninterested in everything around him, and when he looks at someone, they look as if they are bored with that personβs mere existence. An ever-present lopsided smirk sits on Lincolnβs face and no one has seen an actual genuine smile on him for years.
On the base of his throat, the black X stands stark against his cold peach skin and there are always fresh red scratches bordering the X as if Lincoln clawed his throat with his bare, short nails. Lincoln is usually seen wearing dark ripped jeans and black or blue guinea tees. Sometimes he wears a dark gray hoodie with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. If he can get away with it, Lincoln will go shirtless because he likes to show off those sick muscles he likes to feel the air on his skin.
On the base of his throat, the black X stands stark against his cold peach skin and there are always fresh red scratches bordering the X as if Lincoln clawed his throat with his bare, short nails. Lincoln is usually seen wearing dark ripped jeans and black or blue guinea tees. Sometimes he wears a dark gray hoodie with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. If he can get away with it, Lincoln will go shirtless because he likes to show off those sick muscles he likes to feel the air on his skin.
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Lincoln is not a good guy β and youβd be a fool to think he is.
Lincoln is a selfish boy who will do whatever he needs to in order to get what he wants β his ambitious personality has left a path of destruction wherever he goes. He will hurt his friends if it means he will fulfill his goals. When it comes to loyalty, it would be best not to count on him β heβs more likely to throw you under a bus than pull you out of harm. Furthermore, he is violent and volatile; heβs quick to lose his temper and his favorite coping mechanism is destruction. When not angry, or going after a goal, Lincoln is a snarky little shit who breathes sarcasm and smells of arrogance. His cockiness has a tendency to piss other people off β though, of course, there are the couple of people who have found themselves making out with him in the back of a car because they just loved his smug, self-assured ass too damn much.
The most dangerous thing about Lincoln, however, is not his personality itself, but his lack of willpower in fighting the stigmas. While he fights it off when he needs to, Lincoln prefers to let himself succumb to the thoughts rather than reject it β he almost seems to revel in it sometimes, particularly in the destruction he casts when it becomes too much. And it becomes too much for him rather quickly. Of course, Lincoln hides this instability of his as much as he can, because he canβt have that pesky director getting rid of him before heβs gotten what he wants.
Of course, Lincoln isnβt a hundred percent bad. He does have his good points β though they arenβt as obvious as his bad ones. For instance, Lincoln is all about that empowerment life and fighting against The Man. A rebel without a cause Lincoln is not, because he constantly fights for what he thinks if right β even if he is the opposite of βthe good of the world.β Feminism? Heβs totally there for it. Gay marriage? You bet your ass heβs been to a rally. Subnatural rights? Signed every petition there is. He also has a soft spot for animals β not so much babies, as people might assume out of the kindness of their hearts, heβs actually quite bad with kids and makes them cry most of the time. And, as much as people would like to write him off as a total meathead, Lincoln is incredibly intelligent and has quite the strategic mind β heβs great at coming up with longterm schemes and is patient enough to slowly work towards what he wants through the years. But his ultimate weakness is that he thinks with his heart more than with his brain.
Lincoln is a selfish boy who will do whatever he needs to in order to get what he wants β his ambitious personality has left a path of destruction wherever he goes. He will hurt his friends if it means he will fulfill his goals. When it comes to loyalty, it would be best not to count on him β heβs more likely to throw you under a bus than pull you out of harm. Furthermore, he is violent and volatile; heβs quick to lose his temper and his favorite coping mechanism is destruction. When not angry, or going after a goal, Lincoln is a snarky little shit who breathes sarcasm and smells of arrogance. His cockiness has a tendency to piss other people off β though, of course, there are the couple of people who have found themselves making out with him in the back of a car because they just loved his smug, self-assured ass too damn much.
The most dangerous thing about Lincoln, however, is not his personality itself, but his lack of willpower in fighting the stigmas. While he fights it off when he needs to, Lincoln prefers to let himself succumb to the thoughts rather than reject it β he almost seems to revel in it sometimes, particularly in the destruction he casts when it becomes too much. And it becomes too much for him rather quickly. Of course, Lincoln hides this instability of his as much as he can, because he canβt have that pesky director getting rid of him before heβs gotten what he wants.
Of course, Lincoln isnβt a hundred percent bad. He does have his good points β though they arenβt as obvious as his bad ones. For instance, Lincoln is all about that empowerment life and fighting against The Man. A rebel without a cause Lincoln is not, because he constantly fights for what he thinks if right β even if he is the opposite of βthe good of the world.β Feminism? Heβs totally there for it. Gay marriage? You bet your ass heβs been to a rally. Subnatural rights? Signed every petition there is. He also has a soft spot for animals β not so much babies, as people might assume out of the kindness of their hearts, heβs actually quite bad with kids and makes them cry most of the time. And, as much as people would like to write him off as a total meathead, Lincoln is incredibly intelligent and has quite the strategic mind β heβs great at coming up with longterm schemes and is patient enough to slowly work towards what he wants through the years. But his ultimate weakness is that he thinks with his heart more than with his brain.
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Lincoln doesnβt like to talk about his past β not for some broody reason, but itβs just annoying having to explain that, sometimes, things are that simple but if weβre being honest here, they arenβt β heβs just buried in his own goddamn denial. His dad was this wimpy accountant who was born a nerd, lived as a nerd, and will probably die as one cowering in the fucking corner β at least, thatβs what Lincoln thinks. His mom, though? His mom was a force to be reckoned with β a fucking hurricane that swirled into the room and jacked everyone up. Lincoln knows this β he has the scars to prove it. Funnily enough, it was when she was drunk that she was the most complacent.
If itβs not obvious enough, Lincoln and mommy dearest didnβt get along in the least.
So, when she found the x on his throat (fuck that dreamcatcher asshole for deciding to put it in the most obvious place ever, amirite?) underneath the red scarf he used to hide it, Lincoln was quick to hightail it out of town. Didnβt even bother to say goodbye, not that he wanted to say goodbye to anyone, βcause screw that forsaken place. Considering where he is now, itβs obvious he wasnβt able to escape the dumbass government, but he put up as big of a fight as he could. Not enough to kill anybody, god no thatβs too much work, but enough to cause a couple thousand in property damages that Lincoln is praying he wonβt have to pay off. In the end, they had to drag him by the damn hair to USARILN East.
If itβs not obvious enough, Lincoln and mommy dearest didnβt get along in the least.
So, when she found the x on his throat (fuck that dreamcatcher asshole for deciding to put it in the most obvious place ever, amirite?) underneath the red scarf he used to hide it, Lincoln was quick to hightail it out of town. Didnβt even bother to say goodbye, not that he wanted to say goodbye to anyone, βcause screw that forsaken place. Considering where he is now, itβs obvious he wasnβt able to escape the dumbass government, but he put up as big of a fight as he could. Not enough to kill anybody, god no thatβs too much work, but enough to cause a couple thousand in property damages that Lincoln is praying he wonβt have to pay off. In the end, they had to drag him by the damn hair to USARILN East.
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Lincoln is able to control one of the five senses of his target at a time. He can manipulate them to taste, smell, touch, hear, or see something theyβve experienced before β but he canβt read their minds. For example, he can try to make them taste something putrid, like ear wax, and if there is no reaction, then they probably have never tasted earwax. Lincoln usually uses this ability to make his targets feel pain, though he can only make them feel a pain they have felt before. Lincolnβs visual telegraph is a red thread that is tied around his pinkie and trails to his target, the end of the thread is tied to his targetβs pinkie.
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Itβs beautiful and the edges are smoked white, like heβs in a movie dream sequence β how fitting. It smells strongly of eucalyptus and something soft, like roses or cherry blossoms, and the scenery is bursting with color everywhere he looks. Vibrant green grass, and vivid rainbow flowers flourishing in bushes. Lincoln is sitting underneath a tree, with someone sitting next to them β they arenβt real, this is a fact that Lincoln can feel so intensely in his gut. They have a cut on their cheek and Lincoln brushes their soft hair from their face, swabbing the cut gently clean. He doesnβt know where the real person is, doesnβt matter, because he knows heβs helping them. Lincoln smiles softly, but he canβt help feeling bizarrely out of place in this beautiful garden.
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White. White. White. The room lacks the vivid color that his dream held, but instead he is in a bare white room with only a metal door and a table that he sits at. No matter how much he wants to move, Lincoln canβt move β this is where he was supposed to be. Here. The room is pristine and smells sharply of antiseptic and old people β he hates it. The white is so stark against his eyes that, for a moment, Lincoln fears that he lost his ability to see and is actually blind. A red string is tied around his pinkie and slopes across the table and unto the floor, trailing against the white tile under the metallic door. The edges of his senses feel flayed, unfettered, as if heβs barely being held together by scotch tape and willpower. Lincoln itches. The itch gets hotter and fiercer until itβs burning and scorching and it hurts so much but it feels so fulfilling. And then copper is stinging his nose and red is smeared across the walls. So much red and so much copper. And so. Much. Pain.
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Aberration. Aberration. Aberration.
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Everywhere he fucking looks, Lincoln sees her: his mom. Sometimes, Lincoln swears he can even feel her hand, hot and stinging, against his face. Itβs mostly the things she says in his head, though, that drives him crazy β βYouβre not my son, youβre not my son, you came from me but you are not mine.β // βHow can my son be such a little bitch? Youβre so much like your father, itβs disgusting. What? Are you going to fucking cry, you little bitch?β // βHow can someone love a worthless little shit like you?β . In the night, Lincoln wakes up and can feel her fingers digging into his back and arms and legs, nails scraping against his skin and shaking him. She. Just. Wonβt. Stop. Shaking. Him.
Lincoln likes to blast her out with hard metal. He doesnβt really like metal, Lincoln always preferred soft music, but he can hear her over soft music. He blasts metal until his ears bleed. And then he breaks things.
Lincoln likes to blast her out with hard metal. He doesnβt really like metal, Lincoln always preferred soft music, but he can hear her over soft music. He blasts metal until his ears bleed. And then he breaks things.
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@Apokalipse
Great work. Will be leaving the CS here to stew in its own angry juices for a while in case anyone has comments or concerns.
To everyone else:
I am smashing out some NPC sheets of notable people that all your characters should know given how insane their presence has been in the news/world in the years since The Slumber.
I will start approving these current sheets and taking care of any last-minute ones within 6-8 hours, by which time I plan to also have the Precursor and Cat's Cradle NPC sheets done and ready to go. With probably another NPC sheet for Garrote because I keep bringing him up and won't talk about what his powers are and shit, haha.
I expect to start the IC by Friday at the very, very latest--accounting for potential worst case scenarios where I implode into a goopy mess and you all turn on me and bicker endlessly over the color of your dorm wallpaper--though I do certainly want to start sooner (Tuesday or Wednesday, preferably) and will be spinning around in my swivel chair slowly waiting on any "WIP" CS's/power decisions to come around.
Great work. Will be leaving the CS here to stew in its own angry juices for a while in case anyone has comments or concerns.
To everyone else:
I am smashing out some NPC sheets of notable people that all your characters should know given how insane their presence has been in the news/world in the years since The Slumber.
I will start approving these current sheets and taking care of any last-minute ones within 6-8 hours, by which time I plan to also have the Precursor and Cat's Cradle NPC sheets done and ready to go. With probably another NPC sheet for Garrote because I keep bringing him up and won't talk about what his powers are and shit, haha.
I expect to start the IC by Friday at the very, very latest--accounting for potential worst case scenarios where I implode into a goopy mess and you all turn on me and bicker endlessly over the color of your dorm wallpaper--though I do certainly want to start sooner (Tuesday or Wednesday, preferably) and will be spinning around in my swivel chair slowly waiting on any "WIP" CS's/power decisions to come around.
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With probably another NPC sheet for Garrote because I keep bringing him up and won't talk about what his powers are and shit, haha.
*narrows eyes suspiciously*
@Apokalipse
Great work. Will be leaving the CS here to stew in its own angry juices for a while in case anyone has comments or concerns.
okiedokie artichokey :D i will watch it stew in its own angry juices for a while
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Apokalipse AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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@Apokalipse
Don't worry, Garrote is dead. But he's notable enough to make a postmortem sheet for.
good, good
Okay that was a fun little distraction. I'm going to go ahead and append this to the end of my CS because I like it.
That's a lotta colored text...
"Or... I mean, I want to be friends with them. We're not friends. We-well, we could be... is what I'm trying to say. You don't have to be friends with me."
Don't say foes! I don't have foes! I just... well, I'm sure they're good people if I get to know them better! It's probably my fault for not being able to relate to them...
That's a lotta colored text...
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"Or... I mean, I want to be friends with them. We're not friends. We-well, we could be... is what I'm trying to say. You don't have to be friends with me."
- Lawrence- er, Doc, is really nice! Except when he's mean! But I know he's just joking around... he's just joking, right? He's always so calm and helpful. Of course hanging out with him also has the added benefit of calming my stigma.
- Lily... well, Lily is who Lily is. I'm... I don't want to be rude, so don't tell anyone I said this, but I'm pretty sure she's bipolar. I'm really not sure so don't tell anyone. That's just kind of how she acts, y'know? Sometimes she's manic and sometimes she's depressed. Manic Lily is fun to talk to with if not a bit... much at times, suffice to say. I try to cheer her up when she's depressed but I don't think I do a very good job... I really like Lily though!
- Grant? He's kind of hard to get a read on. He's a slacker, sure, that's obvious, but not everyone's perfect! Sometimes I get the sense that he doesn't want to talk to me, but I think it might just be because he's not a great conversationalist. I'll keep trying... maybe...
- Sander... or should I call him Sandy? He seems nice, but, uh, his power... well it creeps me out. But hey! We can't chose our power, so that's not his fault! But it does make him get really weird sometimes... and I can't help but feel like he's holding something back when I talk to him... but he's nice!
- I can appreciate Callan's views on things. I'd also like to believe Dreamcatcher is a good guy even if I'm not a Dream-Christian. I can appreciate that she tries to help people and she may be lazy at times but I can't really fault her for that given how my evenings usually go. Plus it's nice to talk to her about video games and TV and... what have you. If I had to choose someone to room with it would probably be her or Lily... but only if they want to, that is! Aberrations don't get to room with anyone anyways, do they? That's probably for the best...
- Padma is really cool! She works hard at everything she does, which I can admire. I'm not really athletic so it's hard to keep up with her sometimes, but I always feel like I'm bettering myself when I'm hanging out with her! I like her but I probably wouldn't room with her... she'd probably cringe at what I do in my free time... and also it'd probably be really intense all the time...
- Marcus is great! I can appreciate anyone that has sense of humor around here. I'm... uh... I kind of want to ask about his scars, but that would be, like... really, really, rude, wouldn't it?
- I think a lot of people don't really get Zoe. Certainly she can be... well, cocky, to say the least, but a lot of people don't recognize that she tries really hard. That's what I think anyways. I'm sure there's more to her than she lets on, and I'd like to figure out what she's really like.
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Don't say foes! I don't have foes! I just... well, I'm sure they're good people if I get to know them better! It's probably my fault for not being able to relate to them...
- Chris is always saying things like 'don't talk to me' and 'you annoy me'. At least he says what I'm sure everyone is thinking... uh, anyways, he's very abrasive but I'm sure he's got good in him. If he's willing to I'll talk to him but I don't think he wants me to be near him... maybe?
- Kursai is... hmmmm... can I pass? I don't want to be mean! No? Well she's very... uh... no, not that... listen, I don't really want to say anything mean about anyone. I'm sure Kursai is... she's a very good student! She may have... other... negative qualities but she's probably really nice. Deep down. Deeeeeep down. Right?
- Hazel... I don't want to be rude but she totally gives me the creeps. She seems nice enough but I feel like... well, there's something she doesn't let on about herself. I've said that about a few people but this time I mean it in a not-so-good way. Plus I think I saw her eyes once and they looked... well, I'm not one to gossip.
- Lincoln? Listen, I like to try to see the good in people. And it's there, in him, just... not a lot. He's a pretty bad guy, and I don't say that often. I feel like if I was friends with him he'd throw me at one of Dreamcatcher's monsters without a second thought...
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It appears Kusari is going to make a bucket load of friends. (I'm not sure how deep down you need to go to reach 'nice' Kusari)
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Accepted. Nothing to change. YES.
Hazel's CS Code
@Lasrever
Allows her to decompose organic material after touching someone. The ability requires contact with a person to become active, but once she's made initial contact it works within a 10 meter radius of her. The ability's effects can be sped up if she focuses them into one area, roughly the size of her hand. Initially all that her targets feel would be an unusual itch, but if they allow it to progress it will eventually become incredibly painful. Currently her ability is quite slow, acting at roughly the same rate as a severe case of necrotising fasciitis on full-body with targeted attacks somewhat faster, and she is limited to only affecting things she can see.
The ability's use is indicated by black veins appearing on whatever she made contact with, and wisp-like flecks of black dust appearing around her.
Accepted.
Took the image out of the hider and moved one indent around. Feel free to add theme songs at your leisure.
Zoe's CS Code
@Apokalipse
Accepted. Nothing to change. YESSSSS, but for uniformity.
Lincoln's CS Code
Will head out for a few hours. I have banjo slaving away at filling out the NPC sheets that I haven't gotten to. Will have those up sometime after I get back today.
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Hazel Baker
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18.
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168cm
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50kg
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To others, she would seem polite if reserved, with never a harsh word, and manners immaculate. To those who knew her, they would find out she had no other emotions besides that. Her words were empty, her smile programmed and her manners automatic. A ghost living in an empty shell, she's constantly under a fog induced by drugs, to dampen her emotions and thus the frequency of her rampages. Her hair was styled to hide her eyes for this reason, for hers look lifeless, especially unnerving when she tried to put on any mask of emotion. The drug induced fog was not something forced upon her, but one she had taken voluntarily. She fears the clarity of her sharp mind, the memories of her burden, her shame. There was nothing she wouldn't do to forget her past, even for an instant.
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She was captured at a young age by the government, delirious and almost feral, having destroyed a large amount of property though with only small injuries caused by her directly. Interested in her capabilities as a bunker buster, she was taken in by the government, to try and harness her ability. They found out early on that it was hard to contain someone who destroys material with ease, so they had Hephaestus, who was also in that same underground facility she was in, design her room to be resistant to her attacks. She didn't exactly see much beyond her room, and what little she saw made little sense in her head.
They found out quickly she was exceptionally talented at destroying nonliving materials, but with the frequency of her rampages, she was hardly practical to use. However, after finding out she calmed down after every rampage, they have decided to make a sort of an obstacle course for her to run though, damping her need for violence. To further decrease her violent tendencies, she was put under some experimental drugs that induced a slight feeling of euphoria, though it clouded her mind so much the first time she remained motionless for the duration of the effect. They had perfected the drug to make it so she can still function regularly while under it, though it needed to be taken regularly, with which she was strangely cooperative.
While she was now stable in a sense of the word, it was decided she was to be released at USARILN East, for further experimentation, focusing mostly on socialization and to see how stable she can remain in a relatively normal human setting with multiple external influences. Before releasing her however, she was collared with something Hephaestus made when she was asleep, one designed to tone down her violent tendencies by suppressing her emotions every time she felt the need to rampage. Unfortunately, it also weakened her abilities, though it also weakens her Stigma's call. The collar itself is highly visible, bearing Hephaestus' stag horn symbol upon it.
They found out quickly she was exceptionally talented at destroying nonliving materials, but with the frequency of her rampages, she was hardly practical to use. However, after finding out she calmed down after every rampage, they have decided to make a sort of an obstacle course for her to run though, damping her need for violence. To further decrease her violent tendencies, she was put under some experimental drugs that induced a slight feeling of euphoria, though it clouded her mind so much the first time she remained motionless for the duration of the effect. They had perfected the drug to make it so she can still function regularly while under it, though it needed to be taken regularly, with which she was strangely cooperative.
While she was now stable in a sense of the word, it was decided she was to be released at USARILN East, for further experimentation, focusing mostly on socialization and to see how stable she can remain in a relatively normal human setting with multiple external influences. Before releasing her however, she was collared with something Hephaestus made when she was asleep, one designed to tone down her violent tendencies by suppressing her emotions every time she felt the need to rampage. Unfortunately, it also weakened her abilities, though it also weakens her Stigma's call. The collar itself is highly visible, bearing Hephaestus' stag horn symbol upon it.
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It is the ability to produce spatial displacement attacks in a range of 15m around her. While utilizing her abilities, her affected limbs turns transparent. Using this ability, she could punch an object in range and leave massive craters in the shape of her fists in it. For now, she could produce craters around 10x the size of her fists. Her limbs, while transparent, are incredibly easy to injure, with even a poke being able to produce a stab wound. However, if she tries to use this ability on the living, she won't displace any materials, but they would still take the full brunt of the heavy, wide-reaching impact from her attack.
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A vast empty field, with but a single dirt path. The green grass seemed to grow as tall as her hips, but just in front of her a girl was dancing. It was Hazel, as much as she herself was Hazel, but she seems so free. Her smile was radiant as she took a step forward. But towards what? She was leaving, but what was she leaving? There was hope in those steps, there was despair, there was light, and the dark, but all was right. She took it all in, and she stepped forwards. She ran ahead of her, beckoning her, telling her its alright. But what was alright? What did she leave to be able to run so freely? But she could, and she could run on the path with her. She stopped in front of her, the real(?) her, and extended a hand, head tilted questioningly.
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Behind her she spoke, Hazel, like she was Hazel. All three of them were Hazel, none real, but no one fake. The Hazel behind her spoke, though no words reached her. The path behind was gone, cut off abruptly by waving green grass. With a wave, the Hazel behind her cleared a wide swath of land, the grass abruptly turning into ash, leaving a wide area of empty dirt. There was no more path, but she could walk without fear. This Hazel however, did not run or dance, she simply walked, probably due to her limbs being encased in heavy armor. She could run, but she did not, instead taking it in and carrying it with her. But what did she carry?Why didn't she remove them to run? She carried them and became all the stronger for it. Stronger, but what did she carry that needed her to be stronger? Like the first, she too extended a hand, a small smile on her face.
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Aberration
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That smile haunted her even in the deepest part of the drug induced fog.
Don't worry, I'll protect you.
She had trusted her, and true to her words, she did try. But they weren't a match for him, not when they were still that small, that young. Hazel was picked out first, but she, true to her words, struggled and kicked so much, that she was instead the first. After he was done with her, he took a knife to her face, then took a brief rest. Before he regained enough energy to continue however, the police burst into the basement and shot him dead.
True to her words, she had protected her, and she had blamed herself for it.
Don't worry, I'll protect you.
She had trusted her, and true to her words, she did try. But they weren't a match for him, not when they were still that small, that young. Hazel was picked out first, but she, true to her words, struggled and kicked so much, that she was instead the first. After he was done with her, he took a knife to her face, then took a brief rest. Before he regained enough energy to continue however, the police burst into the basement and shot him dead.
True to her words, she had protected her, and she had blamed herself for it.
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N/A
N/A
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Accepted. Nothing to change. YES.
Hazel's CS Code
@Lasrever
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Zoe Fletcher
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18
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6'0"
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150 lbs
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Tall, lean and muscular, Zoe's appearance gives off what can only be described as a predatory vibe. She has the air and manner of someone used to fending to themselves, and an expression often firmly fixed into a confident smirk. There is an air of arrogance about her, not least because of the way she carries herself and her relaxed, lazy stride. She seems to have been in more than a few scraps, which is obvious if you take a closer look - small scars litter her body, and are especially visible on her knuckles. Her usual clothing is generally fairly muted and not designed to draw attention.
For the observant, it's apparent that her arrogance isn't quite all that it seems. While she puts on an admirable front, rings under her eyes, ragged nails and the way her eyes dart around as though waiting for an attack all speak to the insecurity and self-loathing that she tries to hide. All in all, her appearance is that of someone confident on the surface, but to the exceptionally observant it may seem she's struggling to hold it together.
For the observant, it's apparent that her arrogance isn't quite all that it seems. While she puts on an admirable front, rings under her eyes, ragged nails and the way her eyes dart around as though waiting for an attack all speak to the insecurity and self-loathing that she tries to hide. All in all, her appearance is that of someone confident on the surface, but to the exceptionally observant it may seem she's struggling to hold it together.
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Zoe is the kind of person that comes off as a born warrior or an arrogant ass, depending on who you ask. An adrenaline junkie of the highest degree, if there's a fight going on then she'll do her best to be involved - and if there isn't, she'll more than likely make someone angry enough to start one. Despite her aggressive tendencies, she doesn't actively try to start fights despite often being involved. It just happens that a lot of people want to wipe the smirk off of her face, and that she's very easy to make angry. She's not sadistic, or lacking empathy for others or anything like that, but definitely volatile and easily provoked - something which has gotten far worse since she gained the 'X' on her throat.
Of course, like most people, she does have at least some redeeming qualities. For one, she's incredibly trustworthy, and will take a secret to the grave if she's trusted with it. She's also endlessly loyal, and looks out for people weaker than herself as best she can - a softer side which she endlessly denies. Beyond that, she's happy to put herself on the line to protect people who need it. Swift to become attached to anyone who sees past her attitude, it's almost strange how someone so starved of affection tries so hard to push other people away. She seems afraid of letting anyone get close in case she loses them, but being called out on this is a real sore spot for her, and there's no doubt that anyone doing so will find themselves on the receiving end of an attempted assault.
While her harsh manner extends to friends as well as enemies, there is certainly a difference between the two. Towards people she dislikes, her remarks aim to be as cutting as possible, and she will make no secret of the fact that she hates someone's guts. Even if she thinks they're right, she'll be as pigheaded and obstinate as possible just to avoid agreeing with them. Towards her friends, it's something closer to playing devil's advocate for whatever plans or concerns they may have rather than outright malice. Generally, her hatred is reserved for people who allow their power to consume them, or who harm indiscriminately without regret, an urge at least partially seeded in self-loathing and how she struggles against the effects of her own stigma.
One thing that she hates is when people she trusts lie or manipulate her, especially if it's 'for her own good'. As far as she's concerned, anything that's for her own good is something she can be told about. When she's particularly angry or upset, she has a habit of going incredibly quiet for a while before reacting, although her reactions will remain characteristically volatile. She has difficulty mustering the strength to keep control and master the urges brought on by her stigma, and it's a struggle she fails more often than not.
Of course, like most people, she does have at least some redeeming qualities. For one, she's incredibly trustworthy, and will take a secret to the grave if she's trusted with it. She's also endlessly loyal, and looks out for people weaker than herself as best she can - a softer side which she endlessly denies. Beyond that, she's happy to put herself on the line to protect people who need it. Swift to become attached to anyone who sees past her attitude, it's almost strange how someone so starved of affection tries so hard to push other people away. She seems afraid of letting anyone get close in case she loses them, but being called out on this is a real sore spot for her, and there's no doubt that anyone doing so will find themselves on the receiving end of an attempted assault.
While her harsh manner extends to friends as well as enemies, there is certainly a difference between the two. Towards people she dislikes, her remarks aim to be as cutting as possible, and she will make no secret of the fact that she hates someone's guts. Even if she thinks they're right, she'll be as pigheaded and obstinate as possible just to avoid agreeing with them. Towards her friends, it's something closer to playing devil's advocate for whatever plans or concerns they may have rather than outright malice. Generally, her hatred is reserved for people who allow their power to consume them, or who harm indiscriminately without regret, an urge at least partially seeded in self-loathing and how she struggles against the effects of her own stigma.
One thing that she hates is when people she trusts lie or manipulate her, especially if it's 'for her own good'. As far as she's concerned, anything that's for her own good is something she can be told about. When she's particularly angry or upset, she has a habit of going incredibly quiet for a while before reacting, although her reactions will remain characteristically volatile. She has difficulty mustering the strength to keep control and master the urges brought on by her stigma, and it's a struggle she fails more often than not.
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Zoe rushed into the hospital, a look in her eyes like a cornered animal. In her arms, there was a small body bundled in cloth, unmoving. Desperation filled her voice as she stood in the waiting room, the cross on her throat clear to see. "Help! Please, you have to-" her voice broke, taking on a horrified note. "I couldn't stop myself."
After the bundle was taken from her, she knew what would happen if she stayed. Knew there was no way life would be the same. But despite that, her feet refused to move - and it wasn't long before they came to pick her up. She didn't resist, and soon enough found herself at USARILN East.
After the bundle was taken from her, she knew what would happen if she stayed. Knew there was no way life would be the same. But despite that, her feet refused to move - and it wasn't long before they came to pick her up. She didn't resist, and soon enough found herself at USARILN East.
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Reassemble
Allows her to decompose organic material after touching someone. The ability requires contact with a person to become active, but once she's made initial contact it works within a 10 meter radius of her. The ability's effects can be sped up if she focuses them into one area, roughly the size of her hand. Initially all that her targets feel would be an unusual itch, but if they allow it to progress it will eventually become incredibly painful. Currently her ability is quite slow, acting at roughly the same rate as a severe case of necrotising fasciitis on full-body with targeted attacks somewhat faster, and she is limited to only affecting things she can see.
The ability's use is indicated by black veins appearing on whatever she made contact with, and wisp-like flecks of black dust appearing around her.
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The sun shines down on her face, standing in the middle of a remote village. Around her, ramshackle huts give way to homes of her own making, comfortable and safe. In the background, she can hear people laughing and imagine the smiles on their faces. They don't need to want for anything, to wish for anything, because she's created for them everything they need.
It's a paradise, but not one for her. She moves on, her job completed and another utopia created. Wherever she goes, she is celebrated for her actions, praised and loved. She's worth something, to so many people, but as she looks out upon the village as they celebrate without even noticing her departure, there's one thing that remains clear to her - she is completely alone.
It's a paradise, but not one for her. She moves on, her job completed and another utopia created. Wherever she goes, she is celebrated for her actions, praised and loved. She's worth something, to so many people, but as she looks out upon the village as they celebrate without even noticing her departure, there's one thing that remains clear to her - she is completely alone.
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"You can protect them."
A whimper echoes through the narrow street. Wordless desperation, from a man who long since lost the ability to beg for mercy. She's never seen his face before, but she despises him - despises his kind, who act from nothing but selfishness and greed. Justice, for all that ever wronged her, all who ever sought to do no more than hurt. As she grips his face in her hands, she smiles, and moments later not an inch of flesh remains on his skull. The sight is, in a word, horrifying.
Letting go, behind him she sees the face of a child a few years younger than she is, smiling brightly and seemingly unaware of the bloodshed surrounding them.
"Is he gone?"
"I got rid of him."
As Zoe speaks, her eyes scan the ground behind them - a graveyard of mutilated, unburied corpses. Despite this, she speaks with grim certainty, a cold satisfaction. She has the power to ensure a perfect life, for her and the ones she cares about, to destroy anybody who would harm them. To ensure the happiness of everyone that matters.
"No one will ever hurt you again."
A whimper echoes through the narrow street. Wordless desperation, from a man who long since lost the ability to beg for mercy. She's never seen his face before, but she despises him - despises his kind, who act from nothing but selfishness and greed. Justice, for all that ever wronged her, all who ever sought to do no more than hurt. As she grips his face in her hands, she smiles, and moments later not an inch of flesh remains on his skull. The sight is, in a word, horrifying.
Letting go, behind him she sees the face of a child a few years younger than she is, smiling brightly and seemingly unaware of the bloodshed surrounding them.
"Is he gone?"
"I got rid of him."
As Zoe speaks, her eyes scan the ground behind them - a graveyard of mutilated, unburied corpses. Despite this, she speaks with grim certainty, a cold satisfaction. She has the power to ensure a perfect life, for her and the ones she cares about, to destroy anybody who would harm them. To ensure the happiness of everyone that matters.
"No one will ever hurt you again."
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Aberration
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Zoe's stigma manifests itself in what is essentially a feeling of bloodlust, an urge to hurt and harm other people. An intense compulsion telling her that giving in would make her happy constantly demands she give in. The more she cares about someone, the more it makes her want to hurt them - and whenever she gives in to the compulsion, the memory replays again and again, accompanied by a rush of joy.
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xxx
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To be found when I get to an actual computer.
Accepted.
Took the image out of the hider and moved one indent around. Feel free to add theme songs at your leisure.
Zoe's CS Code
@Apokalipse
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Lincoln Gilmore.
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Eighteen.
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6'3 ft.
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183 lbs.
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Lincoln is a rather big guy β he stands at six feet and three inches and is made of muscle. Lincolnβs body is slim rather than bulky and his facial features are sharp like a foxβs. His black hair has a blue sheen to it and is almost always unruly, which is only worsened by Lincolnβs habit of ruffling it in times of stress β which is always. Lincolnβs eyes are described as being piercing and are a dull black that seem uninterested in everything around him, and when he looks at someone, they look as if they are bored with that personβs mere existence. An ever-present lopsided smirk sits on Lincolnβs face and no one has seen an actual genuine smile on him for years.
On the base of his throat, the black X stands stark against his cold peach skin and there are always fresh red scratches bordering the X as if Lincoln clawed his throat with his bare, short nails. Lincoln is usually seen wearing dark ripped jeans and black or blue guinea tees. Sometimes he wears a dark gray hoodie with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. If he can get away with it, Lincoln will go shirtless because he likes to show off those sick muscles he likes to feel the air on his skin.
On the base of his throat, the black X stands stark against his cold peach skin and there are always fresh red scratches bordering the X as if Lincoln clawed his throat with his bare, short nails. Lincoln is usually seen wearing dark ripped jeans and black or blue guinea tees. Sometimes he wears a dark gray hoodie with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. If he can get away with it, Lincoln will go shirtless because he likes to show off those sick muscles he likes to feel the air on his skin.
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Lincoln is not a good guy β and youβd be a fool to think he is.
Lincoln is a selfish boy who will do whatever he needs to in order to get what he wants β his ambitious personality has left a path of destruction wherever he goes. He will hurt his friends if it means he will fulfill his goals. When it comes to loyalty, it would be best not to count on him β heβs more likely to throw you under a bus than pull you out of harm. Furthermore, he is violent and volatile; heβs quick to lose his temper and his favorite coping mechanism is destruction. When not angry, or going after a goal, Lincoln is a snarky little shit who breathes sarcasm and smells of arrogance. His cockiness has a tendency to piss other people off β though, of course, there are the couple of people who have found themselves making out with him in the back of a car because they just loved his smug, self-assured ass too damn much.
The most dangerous thing about Lincoln, however, is not his personality itself, but his lack of willpower in fighting the stigmas. While he fights it off when he needs to, Lincoln prefers to let himself succumb to the thoughts rather than reject it β he almost seems to revel in it sometimes, particularly in the destruction he casts when it becomes too much. And it becomes too much for him rather quickly. Of course, Lincoln hides this instability of his as much as he can, because he canβt have that pesky director getting rid of him before heβs gotten what he wants.
Of course, Lincoln isnβt a hundred percent bad. He does have his good points β though they arenβt as obvious as his bad ones. For instance, Lincoln is all about that empowerment life and fighting against The Man. A rebel without a cause Lincoln is not, because he constantly fights for what he thinks if right β even if he is the opposite of βthe good of the world.β Feminism? Heβs totally there for it. Gay marriage? You bet your ass heβs been to a rally. Subnatural rights? Signed every petition there is. He also has a soft spot for animals β not so much babies, as people might assume out of the kindness of their hearts, heβs actually quite bad with kids and makes them cry most of the time. And, as much as people would like to write him off as a total meathead, Lincoln is incredibly intelligent and has quite the strategic mind β heβs great at coming up with longterm schemes and is patient enough to slowly work towards what he wants through the years. But his ultimate weakness is that he thinks with his heart more than with his brain.
Lincoln is a selfish boy who will do whatever he needs to in order to get what he wants β his ambitious personality has left a path of destruction wherever he goes. He will hurt his friends if it means he will fulfill his goals. When it comes to loyalty, it would be best not to count on him β heβs more likely to throw you under a bus than pull you out of harm. Furthermore, he is violent and volatile; heβs quick to lose his temper and his favorite coping mechanism is destruction. When not angry, or going after a goal, Lincoln is a snarky little shit who breathes sarcasm and smells of arrogance. His cockiness has a tendency to piss other people off β though, of course, there are the couple of people who have found themselves making out with him in the back of a car because they just loved his smug, self-assured ass too damn much.
The most dangerous thing about Lincoln, however, is not his personality itself, but his lack of willpower in fighting the stigmas. While he fights it off when he needs to, Lincoln prefers to let himself succumb to the thoughts rather than reject it β he almost seems to revel in it sometimes, particularly in the destruction he casts when it becomes too much. And it becomes too much for him rather quickly. Of course, Lincoln hides this instability of his as much as he can, because he canβt have that pesky director getting rid of him before heβs gotten what he wants.
Of course, Lincoln isnβt a hundred percent bad. He does have his good points β though they arenβt as obvious as his bad ones. For instance, Lincoln is all about that empowerment life and fighting against The Man. A rebel without a cause Lincoln is not, because he constantly fights for what he thinks if right β even if he is the opposite of βthe good of the world.β Feminism? Heβs totally there for it. Gay marriage? You bet your ass heβs been to a rally. Subnatural rights? Signed every petition there is. He also has a soft spot for animals β not so much babies, as people might assume out of the kindness of their hearts, heβs actually quite bad with kids and makes them cry most of the time. And, as much as people would like to write him off as a total meathead, Lincoln is incredibly intelligent and has quite the strategic mind β heβs great at coming up with longterm schemes and is patient enough to slowly work towards what he wants through the years. But his ultimate weakness is that he thinks with his heart more than with his brain.
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Lincoln doesnβt like to talk about his past β not for some broody reason, but itβs just annoying having to explain that, sometimes, things are that simple but if weβre being honest here, they arenβt β heβs just buried in his own goddamn denial. His dad was this wimpy accountant who was born a nerd, lived as a nerd, and will probably die as one cowering in the fucking corner β at least, thatβs what Lincoln thinks. His mom, though? His mom was a force to be reckoned with β a fucking hurricane that swirled into the room and jacked everyone up. Lincoln knows this β he has the scars to prove it. Funnily enough, it was when she was drunk that she was the most complacent.
If itβs not obvious enough, Lincoln and mommy dearest didnβt get along in the least.
So, when she found the x on his throat (fuck that dreamcatcher asshole for deciding to put it in the most obvious place ever, amirite?) underneath the red scarf he used to hide it, Lincoln was quick to hightail it out of town. Didnβt even bother to say goodbye, not that he wanted to say goodbye to anyone, βcause screw that forsaken place. Considering where he is now, itβs obvious he wasnβt able to escape the dumbass government, but he put up as big of a fight as he could. Not enough to kill anybody, god no thatβs too much work, but enough to cause a couple thousand in property damages that Lincoln is praying he wonβt have to pay off. In the end, they had to drag him by the damn hair to USARILN East.
If itβs not obvious enough, Lincoln and mommy dearest didnβt get along in the least.
So, when she found the x on his throat (fuck that dreamcatcher asshole for deciding to put it in the most obvious place ever, amirite?) underneath the red scarf he used to hide it, Lincoln was quick to hightail it out of town. Didnβt even bother to say goodbye, not that he wanted to say goodbye to anyone, βcause screw that forsaken place. Considering where he is now, itβs obvious he wasnβt able to escape the dumbass government, but he put up as big of a fight as he could. Not enough to kill anybody, god no thatβs too much work, but enough to cause a couple thousand in property damages that Lincoln is praying he wonβt have to pay off. In the end, they had to drag him by the damn hair to USARILN East.
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O p i n o k i n e s i s
Lincoln is able to control one of the five senses of his target at a time. He can manipulate them to taste, smell, touch, hear, or see something theyβve experienced before β but he canβt read their minds. For example, he can try to make them taste something putrid, like ear wax, and if there is no reaction, then they probably have never tasted earwax. Lincoln usually uses this ability to make his targets feel pain, though he can only make them feel a pain they have felt before. Lincolnβs visual telegraph is a red thread that is tied around his pinkie and trails to his target, the end of the thread is tied to his targetβs pinkie.
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Itβs beautiful and the edges are smoked white, like heβs in a movie dream sequence β how fitting. It smells strongly of eucalyptus and something soft, like roses or cherry blossoms, and the scenery is bursting with color everywhere he looks. Vibrant green grass, and vivid rainbow flowers flourishing in bushes. Lincoln is sitting underneath a tree, with someone sitting next to them β they arenβt real, this is a fact that Lincoln can feel so intensely in his gut. They have a cut on their cheek and Lincoln brushes their soft hair from their face, swabbing the cut gently clean. He doesnβt know where the real person is, doesnβt matter, because he knows heβs helping them. Lincoln smiles softly, but he canβt help feeling bizarrely out of place in this beautiful garden.
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White. White. White. The room lacks the vivid color that his dream held, but instead he is in a bare white room with only a metal door and a table that he sits at. No matter how much he wants to move, Lincoln canβt move β this is where he was supposed to be. Here. The room is pristine and smells sharply of antiseptic and old people β he hates it. The white is so stark against his eyes that, for a moment, Lincoln fears that he lost his ability to see and is actually blind. A red string is tied around his pinkie and slopes across the table and unto the floor, trailing against the white tile under the metallic door. The edges of his senses feel flayed, unfettered, as if heβs barely being held together by scotch tape and willpower. Lincoln itches. The itch gets hotter and fiercer until itβs burning and scorching and it hurts so much but it feels so fulfilling. And then copper is stinging his nose and red is smeared across the walls. So much red and so much copper. And so. Much. Pain.
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Aberration. Aberration. Aberration.
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Everywhere he fucking looks, Lincoln sees her: his mom. Sometimes, Lincoln swears he can even feel her hand, hot and stinging, against his face. Itβs mostly the things she says in his head, though, that drives him crazy β βYouβre not my son, youβre not my son, you came from me but you are not mine.β // βHow can my son be such a little bitch? Youβre so much like your father, itβs disgusting. What? Are you going to fucking cry, you little bitch?β // βHow can someone love a worthless little shit like you?β . In the night, Lincoln wakes up and can feel her fingers digging into his back and arms and legs, nails scraping against his skin and shaking him. She. Just. Wonβt. Stop. Shaking. Him.
Lincoln likes to blast her out with hard metal. He doesnβt really like metal, Lincoln always preferred soft music, but he can hear her over soft music. He blasts metal until his ears bleed. And then he breaks things.
Lincoln likes to blast her out with hard metal. He doesnβt really like metal, Lincoln always preferred soft music, but he can hear her over soft music. He blasts metal until his ears bleed. And then he breaks things.
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xxx
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Accepted. Nothing to change. YESSSSS, but for uniformity.
Lincoln's CS Code
Will head out for a few hours. I have banjo slaving away at filling out the NPC sheets that I haven't gotten to. Will have those up sometime after I get back today.
1x Thank
Well looks like Chris just updated his list.
Vox Angelis Dust in the wind
Banned
Seen
9 mos ago
Booyah! Here comes my CS.
Oh, and forget about the "atmospheric" part of the themesongs. You better get your speakers down, 'cause the songs both represent the beauty in my character as well as the rage and anger dwelling in her.
Deathβs Screaming Angel
Oh, and forget about the "atmospheric" part of the themesongs. You better get your speakers down, 'cause the songs both represent the beauty in my character as well as the rage and anger dwelling in her.
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AngΓ©lique (Angel) Lachance
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19
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5β09ββ ft.
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123 lb.
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Screaming attitude yet maturity, AngΓ©liqueβs style mixes her fan of metal music side with her young womanly self. Her choice of appearance often includes black β of which various shirts of metal and hard rock bands β leather bracers, chains, silver jewelry depicting skulls and other esoteric emblems sported by metal bands, and her trademark shades she seems to wear even inside.
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AngΓ©lique has always been a kind person who was looking out for others in a more passive way, using music to soothe the mind of others whenever she could. As a matter of fact, music is a central part of her life, having taken a liking to sing ever since she was young.
While she remains someone good inside, the constant nightmares she is having left her with an irritable attitude, always at the edge of screaming at the others, even for the tiniest of issues. Time hearing whispers had eroded her patience and left her very short-tempered. As such, she tends to isolate herself from others, although deep inside herself she yearns to have friends and have friendly discussions. She had her moments she would come out as arrogant and aggressive, but it was always because she needed to vent all the darkness lingering inside her heart.
Angel knows all too well of the darkness that is plaguing her, and tries her best to remain in control. Whenever she is down or feel the rage bubbling up to the surface, she isolates herself and blast music at the loudest possible, singing (rather screaming her lungs out). For an Aberration, she has shown a rather surprising degree of control over herself, most believe because she made it into adulthood and has become somewhat mature.
While she remains someone good inside, the constant nightmares she is having left her with an irritable attitude, always at the edge of screaming at the others, even for the tiniest of issues. Time hearing whispers had eroded her patience and left her very short-tempered. As such, she tends to isolate herself from others, although deep inside herself she yearns to have friends and have friendly discussions. She had her moments she would come out as arrogant and aggressive, but it was always because she needed to vent all the darkness lingering inside her heart.
Angel knows all too well of the darkness that is plaguing her, and tries her best to remain in control. Whenever she is down or feel the rage bubbling up to the surface, she isolates herself and blast music at the loudest possible, singing (rather screaming her lungs out). For an Aberration, she has shown a rather surprising degree of control over herself, most believe because she made it into adulthood and has become somewhat mature.
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Ever since she was young, AngΓ©lique inherited her parentsβ love for music. She loved music so much that she had taken singing into being a main part of her life. Because she worked so hard on that aspect, Angel never had been one with the highest grades in school, but she had become someone noticed in the domain of music. Reaching her teenagehood, her golden voice made the young girl quite famous over the internet, at some point she would be invited to shows and even a few concerts as a guest star. However, she had always felt that people only liked her for her sweet voice, not for the person she is, and that was always something that kept gripping her heart whenever someone spoke to her. Even her parents felt so distant to her. They seemed to care more about the popularity of their daughter and the money they could make from her rather than simply loving the caring little girl she had always been.
For many years, until she turned into an adult, she took upon making music as her career. She was quite successful, but her perfect life as a musician took a turn for the worse during her latest concert. On that day, she wanted to give a go at a new kind of genre she was getting into, something darker and more βmetalβ than usual, and something that seemed to have gained popularity on the younger audience these recent years. The result ended in a carnage, literally. Her voice had killed most that had been standing at the front rows, while those further in the middle ended up deafened permanently, and the people at the back felt nauseated. Broken in tears, AngΓ©lique never resisted the cityβs authority that had come to take her into custody.
And that was her story. Instead of ending up executed like most of the Subnaturals, it was decided after deliberation by a jury that it would be most beneficial for her to be shipped to the USA and be under surveillance in one of the specialized schools over there, as she was convicted of accidental murders by manifestation of her powers after much investigation. Canadian Government also didnβt want to create an uproar because of the angelic singerβs popularity by sending her off to USARILN instead of applying the death penalty to her.
For many years, until she turned into an adult, she took upon making music as her career. She was quite successful, but her perfect life as a musician took a turn for the worse during her latest concert. On that day, she wanted to give a go at a new kind of genre she was getting into, something darker and more βmetalβ than usual, and something that seemed to have gained popularity on the younger audience these recent years. The result ended in a carnage, literally. Her voice had killed most that had been standing at the front rows, while those further in the middle ended up deafened permanently, and the people at the back felt nauseated. Broken in tears, AngΓ©lique never resisted the cityβs authority that had come to take her into custody.
And that was her story. Instead of ending up executed like most of the Subnaturals, it was decided after deliberation by a jury that it would be most beneficial for her to be shipped to the USA and be under surveillance in one of the specialized schools over there, as she was convicted of accidental murders by manifestation of her powers after much investigation. Canadian Government also didnβt want to create an uproar because of the angelic singerβs popularity by sending her off to USARILN instead of applying the death penalty to her.
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Deathβs Screaming Angel
AngΓ©liqueβs power is her very voice, capable of unrelenting destruction. Using various high-pitches, Deathβs Metal Little Angel is able to cause confusion to oneβs brain or blur their vision should they get caught up in the range of her sonic blast. AS for the moment, AngΓ©lique is able to emit a 20 meters cone of sonic wave or a weaker 10 meter radius blast centered on her. People caught in the cone are deafened temporarily, confused and unable to see clearly, while those caught in the radial blast are only slightly deafened and slightly disoriented. Her voice is just enough to shatter glass and any other fragile material and even weaken structures, however still not strong enough to affect internal organs or utterly destroy matter.
The downside of using her actual voice as a power is that Angelβs throat gets sore really quickly. After a dozen of shouts without resting her voice for a few hours, Angel overexerts her vocal cords and can suffer from bad laryngitis for the next days, making her almost unable to shout during that time period, or doing so would come with great pain. Going over that limit or shouting during a laryngitis can even result into a permanent loss of her voice.
The downside of using her actual voice as a power is that Angelβs throat gets sore really quickly. After a dozen of shouts without resting her voice for a few hours, Angel overexerts her vocal cords and can suffer from bad laryngitis for the next days, making her almost unable to shout during that time period, or doing so would come with great pain. Going over that limit or shouting during a laryngitis can even result into a permanent loss of her voice.
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A huge crowd had gathered on this gorgeous sunny day, comparable to how AC/DC and Metallica had their most successful concerts. Standing on stage, tall and proud bearing an enthusiastic smile, a young woman accompanied by her band was holding a microphone stand in one hand, with an electric guitar in the other. Sounds of cheer and excitement filled the air all around her, chanting in unison βANGEL!β. Even the young girlsβ parents were standing by the edge of the stage, embracing each other and smiling, radiating pride and joy to their daughter.
Various songs were sung in a perfect harmony, telling tales of how the world came to peace as the monsters stopped attacking after the Dreamcatcherβs βbarrierβ had crumbled, heroic tales of those who had sacrificed their lives for the welfare of the entire world, and ballads invoking unity among Earthβs numerous ethnics. Everyone were singing in harmony the hits that had made Angel famous on to this day, and it was with a huge roar of exhilaration the concert came to a close.
Various songs were sung in a perfect harmony, telling tales of how the world came to peace as the monsters stopped attacking after the Dreamcatcherβs βbarrierβ had crumbled, heroic tales of those who had sacrificed their lives for the welfare of the entire world, and ballads invoking unity among Earthβs numerous ethnics. Everyone were singing in harmony the hits that had made Angel famous on to this day, and it was with a huge roar of exhilaration the concert came to a close.
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βNobody cares for what you are. In you, they only see a fleeting voice that captivates others and a gold mine to exhaust for as long as they can. Nobody loves you, little girl.β A voice echoed constantly in the young womanβs mind.
Flying high above town, there stood a metal-feathered angel, watching down below as citizens ran off in panic when faced against a gigantic monster. The metal angel simply stood there witnessing the slaughter happening, waiting for the Regulars to finally kneel in front of the mighty Archangel and plead her to save their lives. It was only then that the winged woman reacted. Without even moving, she opened her mouth to let out a terrible shriek, tearing apart both the giant monster and all of the surrounding buildings with it.
βThey all deserves it.β A wicked grin and tears of blood could be seen from the angelβs face.
Flying high above town, there stood a metal-feathered angel, watching down below as citizens ran off in panic when faced against a gigantic monster. The metal angel simply stood there witnessing the slaughter happening, waiting for the Regulars to finally kneel in front of the mighty Archangel and plead her to save their lives. It was only then that the winged woman reacted. Without even moving, she opened her mouth to let out a terrible shriek, tearing apart both the giant monster and all of the surrounding buildings with it.
βThey all deserves it.β A wicked grin and tears of blood could be seen from the angelβs face.
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Aberration
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Either her nightmare reoccurring every night, or the memory of the carnage she had caused in her last concert.
Whispers at the corner of her mind speaking just loud enough taunting words that would fill AngΓ©lique with anger.
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@Riffus Maximus
Have to give a shoutout to 115, brings back my memories of cod zombies....
Well i might as well add her to chris's list of why he doesn't want to deal with these people.
Have to give a shoutout to 115, brings back my memories of cod zombies....
Well i might as well add her to chris's list of why he doesn't want to deal with these people.
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@dragonmancer The edge... Urgh. It hurts. Good to know what Christ might be friends with Sander. Then again, dude turns into a dragon. He might not care must about a lil vampire anyway, right? He he.
@dragonmancer The edge... Urgh. It hurts. Good to know what Christ might be friends with Sander. Then again, dude turns into a dragon. He might not care must about a lil vampire anyway, right? He he.
Long as he doesn't piss him off or try to bite him.
We're getting a late in the game windfall of Aberrations. Edgy kids represent.
Also I updated my list with the new characters.
Also I updated my list with the new characters.
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Apokalipse AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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"Ambition has been the fall of many. I don't want to waste my breathe on someone who only looks out from himself anyway. Also he's are a dick."
"Chris can kiss my fucking ass, okay?" - Lincoln, probably.
- Lincoln? Listen, I like to try to see the good in people. And it's there, in him, just... not a lot. He's a pretty bad guy, and I don't say that often. I feel like if I was friends with him he'd throw me at one of Dreamcatcher's monsters without a second thought...
"...yeah u rite." - Lincoln, probably.
i'll prolly do a "what lincoln thinks of all these lil shits" at some point
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Yo @Baklava you're got Marcus' color wrong on the hex list. It's colored right but you have the code listed as 6ecff6, which is Padmas'. His is 33ec06 :P
I'd like to see that @Apokalipse.
I'd like to see that @Apokalipse.
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