Gem: Snowflake Obsidian

Name if your gem goes by a different name: Snowflake

Appearance:
Snowflake is a beanpole, by gem standards and by Snowflake Obsidian standards. Easily rivaling the height of the Rebellion Perma-Fusion Garnet, Snowflake is on the thinner side of life. Her thin and lithe body allows her to move rather impressively, despite her height.

Powers: Temperature Manipulation[4/4]: For making areas as viable as possible, Snowflake Obsidians are able to control the temperature around them. This was especially useful when finding potential spots for new Kindergartens. On a technical level, this ability is friction manipulation at its bases state, only effecting the molecules in the air.
Snowflake is able to manipulate the temperature of the air around her at will. Not only being able to radiate her desired temperature, but she can change the temperature of her body, as well as change the temperature of "zones" around her. To a very small extent, this allows her to freeze things, generate ice, melt items, or even make things catch fire, but this requires a good deal of concentration.
Thermal Vision[2/4]: Due to having no eyes, Snowflake has been equipped with thermal vision. This allows her to see, regardless of light level. After having lived so long with this special ability, Snowflake is barely effected by drastic changes in light and heat, though she can be forgetful, and simply not use her thermal vision, making her blind when focused on other things.

Items: Flame/Snow Thrower - Snowflake's summon, it works with her temperature manipulation to launch either snow/ice or fire.

Backstory: Snowflake was a fighter in the rebellion. She abandoned her post as a planet-scouter and ecological specialist to fight against the gems who conquered words and took them apart for their own selfish needs. Snowflake was already matured by the time she was stationed at earth, having been quite jaded with the procedure. All previous planets had simple, hardly sentient life. Earth showed her that organic life was something worth preserving, and joined Bismuth in leaving Homeworld to fight with Rose Quartz.

After the diappearance of Bismuth on a solo-mission, Snowflake decided to stay at her outpost with the others, protecting the warp pads that she was responsible for.

Writing example:

Anything extra you'd like to add:After living so long, Snowflake has become quite the wordsmith. She knows how to talk to people, and tries not to use her powers of word crafting and manipulation for evil. She only wants to help people and shield them from truths they aren't ready to know yet.

Gem: Astrophyllite

Name if your gem goes by a different name: Astro

Appearance:

Powers: Electromagnetic field generation.[4/4] The fields she can create are tiny and seemingly useless, especially when considering that they can only be generated around her body, but Astrophyllite has found a great use for them. She uses them for mobility, and combat, often generating a field in the place where an enemy will strike and lock the tool of the enemy there so they can't move or use it. Warning: do not use around radios, they have a tendency to block certain waves.

Items: Throwing Axe, summon.

Backstory: Astrophyllite was born with a softer gem than most of her kind, which, when paired with the others, was always spoken about, resulting in her fearing that one day it will break because of something simple and insignificant. She always followed her orders to the letter, more of fear from her diamond than actual respect, but did so nonetheless. One day, she was moved from her team to another team, still a young gemling (as the other Astrophyllites likes calling her), and she asked no questions about the movement.

Writing example: Astrophyllite, or simply Astro, as she called herself in privacy, had only ever broken the rules at one point in her two-hundred year life. It had happened one hundred and fifty six years ago, and she had taken a recorder and an unused log tablet for her own personal use. It had never garnered attention, but to this day, she always feared that someone was going to walk into her chambers and find the stolen equipment.

"Log. Erm, let's see now..." She muttered to herself, the recorder active as she spoke into the microphone end. "Sol two hundred, exact. Two hundred years after my creation." It wasn't really of any importance to her. The others didn't seem to celebrate annually, especially with pesky things like relativity, and she was created on a planet that followed a different cycle than homeworld, so there was that too. "The planet of my creation is still intact, barely. All of the natives had long since evacuated by now."

A faint knocking could be heard from the recording, but the knock was much louder in person. "Five Three Zero Nine, we have ten minutes to report. I expect to see you at the briefing platform in five, gemling."
"O-of course!" Astro nodded, though the figure could obviously not see through walls. "I will be there momentarily."

Without another sound from the other Astrophyllite, Astro sighed and put the log away, leaving just the recorder out. "I know I've stated it before, but it seems like Astrophyllite Seven Two Seven Three, or Prima, as she likes being called, has set up a rank for our little group. Maybe it makes a little more sense since we don't often fuse with one another like Rubies or others do, so there is no collaborative mindset, but I just wish that she stopped treating me like the lowest link in the chain." A soft breath escaped her lips, her hand reaching to the button on the recorder.

"Log over."

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Name if your gem goes by a different name: Owl, Core

Appearance: She wears black helmet with an opaque visor which she uses to protect here 2 large light sensitive vision. It effectively has 5 cameras in it, that all dulled to a light level suitable for her 2 owlish eyes. The visor has 5 marks indicating the location of the cameras and they are synced up with her own eyes state, resulting in 5 expressive elliptical shapes on the visor. The visor can also display images instead of the eye marks to allow others to see data she has or emote in more absurd ways ([ ! ],[ ? ],[0_0]).

A collection of straps over her chest and back secure a metallic backpack which can extend 4 claw tipped limbs. At the front the straps link to a ringlike device around her gem which is located at the center of her chest. She wears a pair of white gloves, turquoise shorts and blue wee booties. Her skin is gray-white in color, her upper arms and lower legs are covered in random dark markings/patterns. Her pale blue hair features a braid that comes out of the back of her helmet. She is about the same a height as a ruby or limb enhancer-less peridot.



Powers:
Techno-Empathy II: She can link her mind with a device and ether operate it, read/write data at incredible speed or get an innate understanding of the device and what might be wrong with it. This only works through making contact with the device itself with her skin. The gloves stop her from interfacing with anything she touches and she can selectively activate link herself to devices using her additional limbs. This is done by making a wired connection from their extremities to her back.
Engineering II: capable of building and repairing gem tech level equipment so long as materials are available. This can be adapted to using earth tech if that is all which is available.

Items:

Weapon: Monkey wrench

BackPack: a small metal device on her back that features 4 extendable manipulator arms which end in 3 fingered claws. These are used either for climbing, transport or helping with work. The ending claws can mold themselves into variety of purposes that can be added to as needed. Currently these include welding torches, drills, circular saws, torches and light laser weapons. The arms can be combined to create larger versions of the end components or extend the limbs range(or sometimes both). Her Techno-Empathy works through these limbs if she wants it to.

Helmet: the visor on her helmet features 5 cameras that can provide ontop of normal darkened vision: thermal and night vision, flash suppression and a binocular function. The visor can also be used to display images or act like a flashlight. The helmet also contains a small computer and a bunch of memory for storing recordings and managing the camera/display systems.

These additional devices are practically a part of her due to being in constant contact with her skin.

Backstory: Howlites are a gem type created to work specifically with the ever increasing amount of homeworld automation. Their ability to interface with any piece of technology allows them to more easily diagnose problems with that device and then their engineering skills let them fix those problems. They can often be found on ships, either as pilots neurally plugged in pilots or as maintenance crews. This particular one is about 350 years old and currently acts as both for the vessel that has been sent to earth. She has experience in a lot of other postings over those 350 years as Howlites generally move around quite a lot, being sent wherever damage has or might occur. She is rather excited to have been trusted with her first job where she is the senior (and in this case only) Howlite working on a task.

Writing example: probably non canon

We see a forearm against a black background, crawling upon this arm are several small 8 legged things that a human might mistake for ticks or spiders. They might be rather disturbed that the owner of the arm had not tried to swat the intruders off of itself. The spiders appear to be clustered around a festering wound of some kind on the forearm of the limb, as if tearing into the flesh of a hapless victim.

As the scene pans in closure the odd coloring of the arm becomes more apparent and the spiders are shown to be 3 small humanoids with 4 extra metallic limbs extending from their backs with which they cling to the side of the ship. Accompanying them are a number of actual spidery looking machines all carrying boxes filled with various suplise. The 3 Howlites are diligently working on an area where some form of space debris has punched through the side of the ship while it was traveling through interstellar space near the former colony of earth. The team had just finished cooling of the site with foam, one shouts to the other two.

“We cooled it down enough on my side. I’m gonna investigate the obstruction”

A Howlite (that Steven might have) called busty, chesty, doc, papa smurf Core put her foam sprayer back on the cargo spider and then descended into the hole using her mechanical limbs, her visor lighting up the inside of the hole as she approached the foreign object. It appeared to have once consisted of a large dish of white material with a smaller metal part behind it that sported a bunch of stickin out antenna. Using a combination of sawing, melting and non regulation wrench smacking she began to remove the obstruction till she reached what appeared to be a storage compartment which gave her pause. It contained a bunch of gold plated disk that have instructions on how to read data of of them. While she really should dispose of them like the rest (they weren’t gem tech and where thus unimportant) she couldn’t help but wonder what was on them.

The instructions were easy to follow but needed air to transmit their sonic data, so she spent some time reading them all onto her helmet's internal memory. The results were fascinating, 90 minutes of pleasingly ordered sounds, images and sounds of an uncolonised world, what appeared to be 55 versions of the word hello and a description of the purpose of the disks. She had just begun analysing that last segment when the others grew confused by the lack of debris extraction and called down what was the trouble.

“What is taking so long”

Core excitedly ascended to the surface again now with the disks and handed them to them to (someone steven might call) Brains who was the eldest and incharge of the other two.

“So I was digging around and I found...”

She stopped as she saw Brains chucking the disks off into space after the rest of the obstructions material. The third Howlite, Cheek, was similarly uninterested in the odd devices and was rolling her eyes at core. Quite an impressive performance, as the marks indicating the location of her optics did a 360 spin while being rolled to indicate just how idiotic Cheek though Core was for doing this.

“Why did you” “I know you're new but you can't stop working just because you see something shiny, get back to it newborn” “But” “now!” “Yes. Of course. On it.”

The rest of the repairs went as standard, the obstruction was removed, wiring was resoldered/replaced and the hull sealed shut with new materials retrieved from the cargo spiders. It was as routine as ever but made slightly more interesting for Core by the soft rhythmic sounds she had read from the disks.

Gem: Ivory

Name if your gem goes by a different name: Ivy


-I also have other outfits ready for when she ultimately poofs!

Powers:

Psammokinesis: Psammokinesis, as shown in the picture, is the ability to control sand and is a crucial part of Ivory’s being. Further explained below.
- Alone, she can generate enough sand from her gemstone to create a weapon of her choice, though this is more often than not a single crescent sword. Or, if she chooses, the sand is used to create tools that she can use to fix various Homeworld tech, being more effective in this manner than with regular tools that Homeworld has created.

- Often, she can also use the sand as a means of transportation, enveloping her feet with the sand and simply directing it around instead of having to walk. Though, she doesn't really remember this.

-When in the presence of sandy areas, such as a beach or desert, things can get hectic. She has a decent control over sand, similar to Lapis, but not as strong as Lapis as she cannot drastically shift around the sand such as Lapis did with her water, along with creating clones and being relatively unstressed. More often than not, she’ll instead create temporary cover from attacks with the sand in these locations, or simply use them as a faster means of transportation by carrying her around. Or, she would simply create sand weapons or tools that are more intricate for herself to use. All of these creations, however, are just temporary solutions, as they will eventually collapse back down and resettle.

Items: More often than not, Ivory will attempt to create a surprisingly sturdy sword made of sand, however, she can change the weapon or tool so long as it isn’t extremely complex or long, as she requires more sand the more she wishes to add. So, she can create things like compact gauntlets, or substitute her sword for daggers, maybe a hammer or screwdriver, but since she isn’t used to such a concept nor has she tried, it’s out of the question.

Backstory: Ivory’s are created as one of homeworld’s pathfinders, meant to scout potential gem-worthy planets and see if the planet is a suitable gem colony location, along with being navigators in space and simple engineers. This makes them adept at exploring worlds and explaining various aspects that a planet can have, and more importantly, how or if it can be important to homeworld. This particular Ivory was chosen to help assist the group by finding a suitable location to land safely to check on the cluster, and if trouble were to occur to fix it. And while she has little to no real combat experience, she is more than eager to try and prove herself like Ivory’s before her.

Writing example:

Today was the day… Oh boy, today was the day. A sole Ivory gem had begun the long walk, or at least she felt it that way, from her current station towards the ship that would be departing for Earth soon. And, she was going to be on it! It was like a dream come true for her. Exploring new worlds was what an Ivory was made for, and while this one, or at least in the reports she read, wasn't particularly new, it was in terms of recent knowledge and she would get to see it firsthand. It was going to be an adventure, at least if the gems in charge would let her have one that is. In fact, she wasn't really sure who would be involved in this mission to check on the cluster, and all she knew was that they'd be useful in locating it, herself included. And, while that was somewhat scary, it was that tense feeling, that fear of failure, that made this entire situation memorable for her.

Lost in thoughts, Ivory had not been paying attention when she ran into one of the doors on her station, causing her to jolt backward from surprise, only to facepalm moments afterward at her own lack of awareness. "Shake it off Ivy... You got this, you'll be fine." She told herself, taking a couple moments to regain her composure as she opened the door, revealing an elevator esque design that would take her to the docking bay. As the door closed behind her, Ivy stared off into the beautiful abyss that was gem space, taking notes on the station design that she had seen a thousand times in her head. She definitely wanted to compare whatever Earth had with what Homeworld had, that was for sure.

And, in these moments, it let her look at her notes one last time of Earth. There wasn't much, really. This station had a lot of new gems on it, and those that had existed in Era 1 never really talked about Earth, or dared to for that matter. And those that did didn't have much to say except that it was an awful place, with awful things and awful actions... The only thing they ever agreed on, she learned, was that one of the Diamonds, one that existed before she existed, was shattered there on her own colony. Ivory was certain that, if maybe they had sent an Ivory to investigate the planet and solve issues, this wouldn't have happened. But, she supposed that was why she was being sent now, right? To keep the spirits up and stay positive, to remind them that the diamonds are counting on them, and to get some firsthand experience out on a foreign planet. Who knows, Ivory thought, maybe she'd get to explore an extremely new planet if she did well here! Ah, the thought just made her happy with anticipation to get praise. And if things went south, she was basically made to fix problems anyway so they'd be fine.

It didn't take her long to be snapped back into reality when the door opened in front of her, making a loud ding sound as it did so. Taking several deep breaths before exiting the elevator, she strode off to her destination, looking up at the gem who had been guarding the ship... It was most likely an amethyst or something, she didn't really know. Creating a diamond with her arms, as per custom, the seriousness faded from her face as she gave a confident smile at them instead.

"Ivory, reporting for duty. This... this is the right ship, isn't it?"

Anything extra you'd like to add: The diamond she was made to serve was White Diamond.

Gem: Moldsvite

Name if your gem goes by a different name: Marry

Appearance:

Powers:
Space-Time Manipulation [Rank 4]: Marry can manipulate various parts of space-time, although only on a small scale.


Items: Tower Shield, Staff (Other weapon)

Backstory: Moldsvite, or Marry as she prefers to be called (Mostly because Moldy sounds icky) is a gem formed from a super dense meteorite. Due to her extremely high levels of intelligence, Marry was given a role as a scientist. A new type of gem, Marry was sent on an expedition team with a few other newborn gems to see how useful this new gem type could be to the Diamonds.

Writing example: Earth was a really interesting place. Wheverever you looked, there was evoltuion and change happening! Always more to learn, and humans learned quickly and adapted quickly. Even so, much like Homeworld, there was an air of dread around some of the bigger city centers for some reason. This thought didn't last too long, as Marry found a nice warehouse. "Oooh, new things!" She said, excited that this one was much bigger than the last one she visited. One thing about being on Earth, lots of abandoned places to search, humans weren't very optimal about space.

Digging through the various boxes in the warehouse, Marry found a few things that interested her. Sure most of them were either old electronics or plush dolls, but then anything could be used for some kind of experiment! Shame there weren't any books or anything. The library only had so many things for her to use and the internet, while nice, was sometimes wrong or didn't have any info about stuff she'd be interested in.

While there was lots of neat things to experiment with, she was there to get materials for the rest of the group. Placing what she could in a large crate, she opened a portal on a nearby wall to come pick it up later. Though considering how big and metal the crate was, Chromite would probably have to pick it up for her. Pleased with her haul, she glided out of the warehouse skylight and made her way to where her friends were waiting.

Maybe after repurposing this human tech, the misfit group of gems could find something like a gem temple or structure.

Anything extra you'd like to add: Just be careful, she might get a little Aperture Science sometimes.

Gem: Chryosparse

Name if your gem goes by a different name: Sparse

Powers:
(II)Strength: Sparse is a lot stronger than they look, being on par with the likes of Jaspers and Amethysts.

(I)Endurance: While not very excessive, Sparse’s endurance is slightly better than most gems.

(I)Spin Attack: Much like most Quartzs, Chryosparse can curl her body up into a ball and ram into enemies at great speeds. NOTE: As of the beginning of the RP Sparse won’t have this power but will later develop it as she goes on.

Items: , Gladiatorial Scissor

Backstory: Sparse was an unwanted, but not unwelcome, creation in her experimental Kindergarten of X-21-12-08. Scientist there were attempting to create stronger soldiers for their army via the Quartz line of gems. This experimentation resulted in numerous failures often times simply creating ‘dud’ gems or already known gems such as Jaspers or Rose Quartzs. Sparse was one of these mundane mistakes. Chryosparse weren’t regularly made due to their history of ‘not getting much bang for your buck’ so to speak. They require more resources than most Jaspers but are about on par with them in terms of combat capabilities (not to mention their diminished height), making them a waste to create. After being created Sparse was assigned to various odd jobs around the Homeworld colonies until their first major assignment fifty years later. Sparse was to be accompanying a group of gems to check on the Cluster, a Homeworld super weapon, as a bit of extra muscle should they need it.

Writing example: A brief sample of your character doing a thing, to give an insight on both your style as well as how your characters acts and reacts. 3-5 paragraphs preferable. Can be as a drabble or an RP.

Anything extra you'd like to add:

“What?...wait...this can't possibly be right…” The gemling muttered as she continued to furiously search through the archive for anything relating to a project referred to as “The Cluster”. Thousands of research projects, military reports, and transmissions flew across her screen, but not a single one related to the focus of her next mission. The best she could retrieve was documents describing the natives of the planet as well as some of their strange customs and rituals. They proved interesting enough for a brief reading, but this was the worst time for her to be distracted by such useless information.

“How can I be of any help if I can't provide any useful information to my team? They probably just dumped me on here cause I’m still so young...” An expression of disappointment and irritation came onto the green gems face as she tried in vain to probe deeper into the archive. She was always meet with the same response as before: a variety of messages reminding her that the level of access was far too low granting her only a few hundred years into the past at best.

The gem looked on the verge of either giving up or throwing her console into the nearest wall until she ripped her hands from the machine crossing them in her lap and hanging her head low looking straight into the ground. One of her many superiors came walking through the hall with one of the more recently promoted Paraiba Tourmalines a few paces behind her. She assumed her superior was returning her fellow Tourmaline to the archive as it was common once their constant stream of information was no longer necessary, but PT would never dare ask this in person.

Judging from the look of disgust upon her superiors face, PT assumed the topic of their private conversation shifted to herself as they both stared for a few seconds without muttering a single word to acknowledge her presence before walking on. She would have felt terrible from all the tension in the air had it not been for her fellow Tourmaline making a slight waving motion towards her while trying to remain in character in front of their boss. The two had been initiates for quite some time together, and PT couldn't help but feel happy her friend had finally been accepted into the core group within the archive.

The young gem spent the few moments she was disconnected from her console wondering why gems in the hierarchy often had such disdain for each other. The Paraiba Tourmalines used this ranking system as a means to determine the overall experience a gem yet others used it to determine general worth. She had encountered some of the elder tourmaline casually talking to superiors about myths from the past while others wouldn't dare whisper in the same scenario. Once the two had passed by her station, PT remembered she had a objective to achieve and resumed her futile search on this strange planet known as “Earth”.

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- Twin pistols with a distinctive steam-punk feel, her summoned weapons.
- Stiletto daggers, created by [REDACTED BY THE DIAMOND AUTHORITIES] back when [REDACTED BY THE DIAMOND AUTHORITIES] was still part of [REDACTED BY THE DIAMOND AUTHORITIES]
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INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS AND UNSTABLE GEM.

DO NOT ENGAGE.

HIGH PAYMENT FOR CAPTURE UNSHATTERED.

The days blended together.

There was so little in her room - white walls, white ceiling, white bars, white gloves, white shackles, white shards, white white white white, picking and prodding and muttering among each other beyond her walls, as if she couldn't hear anything. None of it made much sense - something about successful samples and defective gems. Some voices she recognized as old friends. Or were they old foes? Was there a difference at this point?

She shook her head, not allowing her thoughts to wander. They weren't watching her. Take a breath. Focus. Aim.
She was wasting precious moments free from supervision. Who knew how long until she got a chance like this again?

A spark of hope was re-lit - tentatively, she moved the hands she couldn't see, enough to test her binds, but not enough to make too much noise.

Still tight as ever.

She silently cursed the diamonds, frown deepening and heels digging into the floor. Nothing in the room would help her, even if she could reach them. She was ready to scream of frustration, the only thing holding her back was that there really was a way out, instead only having it come out as a silent hiss.

And then it hit her like a brick.

Choked, delirious giggled bubbled within her as she pressed her sweaty palms closer to the cuffs, wincing as it dug into her skin, desperation giving her the strength she thought she lost all too long ago.

Maybe, just maybe, the very thing that got her in this mess, could get her out of it.

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He's cycled through many in his long years. His most common was simply 'Rose Rock'. A few early peers knew him simply as Rose. One particular gem called him 'Rocky', much to his displeasure. In the battle, during these times, he favoured the name Barite, likely to distance himself from the loss of two other Roses he knew, a fallen ally and a traitorous leader. Long retired from his past days of battle, he now works as a scientist and engineer for Homeworld - a technical officer. It is this title, 'Officer', that he prefers nowadays, though you might hear a few souls refer to him otherwise. He is quick to hush them.

Rose Rock towers at about a good 6'6 feet, tall and sturdy, but with a certain elegance to him. He almost always seems tired, and indeed, he is. Buried under the cuff of his left sleeve is a watch-like device he developed himself, built around his gem.

Chronoprohiberis(III) - The ability to stop time. In his case, he can move freely during this time, and so can anyone who makes direct physical contact with him. The main limitation is that he cannot freeze time whenever he wants - though he can freeze it as long as he wishes, it takes twice the amount of time that would've been used up until he can utilize it again. Every 10 steps adds a minute to recharge time. (Eg; if he stops time for 5 minutes, once unfrozen, it'll take 10 minutes for him to be able to re-use it. If he stops time for 2 minutes, but takes 30 steps, it'll still take 10 minutes for him to be able to re-use it.)

Somnipathy(III) - The ability to alter dreamscapes and enter those of others. He is able to dream lucidly and enter the dreams of others, as well as manipulate those dreams. He cannot physically harm anyone outside of their waking self like some of the more advanced users, nor is he able to access this while not asleep himself.

Abacomancy(I) - The ability to utilize clairvoyance, divination, and retrocognition, through the use of sand or other particles as a medium. The main drawback here is that it is something that is deliberate and must be prepared, rather than something he can easily call upon. The other is that he is unable to utilize divination.

Flash Precognition(I) - The ability to see things shortly (within minutes or seconds) of them happening. This is not a voluntary ability, and there's no controlling when or if it is triggered. It seems to have dulled from back in his battling days, likely because that was when it was of most use to him.

Poleaxe - Rust red poleaxe. Summoned.

Wrist Watcher - Technological device that serves many functions. The three most prominent of which being, 1) a time-telling device, once that accounts for the oddities of time across space and the time that would have been relapsed when utilizing his chronoprohiberis, 2) a device that monitors various people, products, things and machines, and 3) slight protection to his gem. Self-developed.

Good luck getting it out of him. There are three things that are common knowledge:

-He's been around since pretty much forever, and is well trusted among homeworld's superiors. So much so that his apprentice, Blue Zircon, who was once a traitor to Homeworld, was given a rare second chance when Rose Rock vouched for her, and promised to pay for any consequences.

-He hadn't always been a scientist, and spent a good deal of time in front lines, including against Earth's rebellion. Apparently he refused to take up a higher position in battle than a foot soldier.

-He has, however, spent most of his life within labs, and focuses on gem alterations, repurposing, and advancement, whether that be via physical engineering or technological devices. He is one of the scientists responsible for the creation of limb enhancers.

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Sand Roses are seen and spoken highly of among Homeworld's ranks. This is due to the unusual circumstances of formation as well as their rarity, especially in the cases of non-selenite/gypsum based specimens. Though their kind form from undeveloped gem shards and can thus be considered 'recycled' or 'by-products', even if rare, they are valued nonetheless. Part of that value is in their uniqueness.

Though Sand Roses don't change or grow like humans do, their formations are very much one of an individual, with different variations in compounds, unlike most gems. Meaning that they tend to vary in power and skill. Each new Sand Rose offers new possibility and discovery. And so you'll see Sand Roses in varying fields, even in places like Homeworld.

There is one field that is rare for them, however - the battlefield.

Their formations, especially younger formations, aren't exactly what you'd call the most durable. Not only are they prone to injury (cracks, chips, etc.), but they are also incredibly vulnerable to fluids, water being the worst offender. This fragility, along with their rarity and value, makes them a very rare sight on the battle field. Our Officer was one of those exceptions, as was his long-dead mentor. And it was only with a lack of of Quartz soldiers that they ended up on front lines for prolonged periods of time. Earth was supposed to help put a limit to exposing gems deemed 'hard to replace' in battle. Even if Rose Rock wanted to remain a soldier after the war, he probably wouldn't be allowed by the diamonds, being that, well, traitors or not, they got quuuiiiiite the number of Quartzes now, and a good bit of Rubies as well.

Crazy Lace is the most common, though you may also hear the occasional Crazy, Lacey, or Laces.

WIP

Ribbon manipulation (IV) - Can summon, create, manipulate, control, and reshape ribbons for various uses. There is virtually no limit to this, much like Lapis's control over water. It should be noted, however, that this is limited to cloth based ribbons (so no metal, plastic, etc.)

Happiness Inducement (I) - Passive power that is always active. Being around Crazy Lace just tends to boost one's mood, regardless of their own opinion of her. It's not very strong, mind, but it can definitely sway a violent foe, or cheer up a friend feeling blue.

Laughter Affinity (I) - Passive power that is always active. Brings new meaning to the phrase, 'laughter's the best medicine'. Crazy Lace gains strength from laughter, so long as she is the one who induces the laughter.

Ribbons. She summons ribbons from her gem, an unlimited amount of them, and of various qualities.

Like Snowflake, Crazy Lace was a fighter in the rebellion. A defective Quartz, quite the runt, though runty Crazy Laces aren't nearly as looked down upon as most Quartzes. This is due to their place in Homeworld's society.

Our Crazy Lace, however, was born during the rebellion, and never knew of Homeworld's unusual lack of dismissiveness towards runy Crazy Lace Agates. And due to isolation from homeworld, her powers grew more in what is normally their passive ability, ribbon creation (which grew into manipulation), rather than their emotional manipulation (for propaganda, which starts off as happiness inducement) and laughter affinity (for battle). Ribbons are typically just a medium, rather than their focus. She was born among the chaos of war, and as such, never grew into her role, or knew she needed one, under the care of Biggs Jasper, Bismuth, and Snowflake. She still is, at heart, an entertainer, though moreso a comedian and preformer who genuinely strives to spread laughter and cheer. With Snowflake, she stands guard by the warp pad she was made responsible for.

Like all Agates, Crazy Lace Agates terrify, but unlike most Agates, they, as entertainers and artists, do so subtly. Without people realizing it. Propagandists. Gems don't become terrified of Crazy Laces. They become terrified of others. They spread and implant fear rather than create it, through emotional manipulation. And as commanders, they use this fear, fuel their soldiers with promise of triumph and festivities to come, and celebrate the defeat of their self-created terror.

However, they can also be nothing short if terrifying in her own merry way if needed be.