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[Vesuvius00]

"Not for long."

Aisha the Slave

Name:
Aisha Demir

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Class:
Slave

Appearance:
Her left eye is yellow-gold, her right is sky blue. She has hip-length dark red hair, and her skin is slightly tanned. She stands at about 5 feet, 4 inches tall and has a slight but muscular build. She often wears her hair in a messy ponytail to keep it out of her face as she works, and her clothing is made up of whatever her master decided to give her, usually a simple dirt-brown dress, though they would have her dress up on occasion.

Personality:
The world is a cruel place, but that doesn't mean we cant be happy, that we can't give everything our all. Aisha has a 'glass half full' outlook on her life, she sees the bad in her own life and sees how much worse others have it, deciding to live as happily as she can, to savor each breath she takes. She smiles to spite her master for his cruelty, and smiles even when she is punished for it. They can take our bodies, they can take our lives, but they cannot crush our sprit so long as we do not let them.

Backstory:
Aisha never knew her mother, she was taken away from her before she was old enough to remember. She grew up in the service of a past warrior, one who had succeeded in bringing back some treasure from a tower, and learned from the other slaves there that her survival depended on her own will. She stayed under the radar mostly, until she got old enough to be considered pretty. Then there was no hiding.

She was given as a gift to a noble family, and there she barely survived day to day, narrowly escaping from most of the men who stalked her like predators around the house, and taking constant punishment for things that she had not done, taking the blame for these things from the younger slaves to try and grant them some form of protection in this harsh world.

One night, she heard a commotion, and when she went to investigate found a few of her fellow slaves planning an escape. They let her in on the plan, and within a few days carried it out. Unfortunately, most of them were caught almost immediately, and Aisha just kept running, unable to risk stopping for even a moment. She managed to get past the gates, the guards not willing to follow her beyond the city's walls. She kept running until she had to stop, resting but not sleeping for fear of the beasts that could find her. She didn't know where she would go, she only hoped that she could get somewhere safe outside of the city and live the rest of her life in peace.

Skills and Divine Abilities:
Knowledge of flora and fauna
While she may not be good at fighting, she does have enough know-how to survive in the wild, so long as no beast kills her. She knows what is poison, what is harmless, and what flowers will knock a full grown man on his back with just one whiff of pollen.

Anamalese
One item she can call her own is a simple necklace, a leather cord tied around a seemingly worthless stone. She knows it used to belong to her mother, and when she wears it she feels a connection to any form of animal life around her, even being able to "speak" to them and alter their perception of her and current memory, causing them to forget what they're doing at times.

Memory and Pattern Recognition
She has an extremely good memory. Never forgets a face, a tune, a name, or a pattern. (patterns in the way people act and their habits, and patterns that have to do with puzzles)

Survival Instinct
She's good at getting out of bad situations quickly.

Equipment:
Nothing but the clothes she wears, a knife she'd stolen, and her necklace.

[Vesuvius00]

"All this is so strange, these books and symbols… Have I been taken by a witch?"

Erin Baker

Name: Erin Baker

Age: 17

Appearance

Occupation: Baker/Pastry chef

Personality: The world is full of stories, voices speaking out, just waiting to be heard. If you listen closely enough, you can learn to speak back to them as well. Erin may seem ordinary and calm when you first meet her, but if you pay any attention at all you’ll soon realize that she sees the world a bit differently than most anyone. Everything has meaning, nothing is an accident, and you can always try to do something to change what might have been fate. At first she is reserved and polite, but as she gets to know someone she begins to let her more eccentric nature show, eventually trying to teach them how to hear the voices too. She has an overall skeptical view of people but an optimistic outlook on life.

History:
Erin was born in the middle of a thunderstorm, the first lights she ever saw were the jagged bolts of lightning outside. The townspeople say that’s why her eyes are fragmented between green and gold, the lightning having shattered her soul at birth. The eyes are the windows to the soul after all. Growing up, they all attributed her strange behaviors to this as well. Before the age of 10, she’d gained a reputation as a troublemaker, and perhaps even a young witch. She would go about town in her younger years and cause all sorts of mayhem, asking questions that ought not be asked and playing pranks, harassing the townsfolk, or at least in their opinions she was. It was never her fault though, they just couldn’t understand why she had to do this. A slight inconvenience is much better than death, after all. They’d never listen when she’d try to explain that. The townsfolk would swear that she had the devil in her.

She can’t recall when she first could hear and speak to the voices, she believes it was before her father died in a fire when she was 7, but thinks it must have been after she almost drowned in the river at age 5. She wasn’t unlucky, or cursed, those things just seem to happen a lot in her town. The voices tell her sometimes who’s going to be in danger next, and sometimes they only tell her that something bad is going to happen in a certain place, and she’ll try to get people to avoid it. Usually the voices are right about something bad happening, but the details are always slightly off, like the time when she was 9 and they told her that the sky would fall down and crush everyone, it was really only chunks of ice that fell accompanied by thunder and lightning. Usually she could try to do something to “save” the people, but if they didn’t listen to her and got hurt anyway they’d blame her for it, claiming that she’d caused their misfortune. Around age 11 she stopped openly trying to act on what the voices told her, and decided that people might trust or believe in her more if she acted more like them, stupid and oblivious to the potential danger of the world around them. She helped her mother run the bakery then, after years practicing she became an almost “normal” girl, unable for an outsider to tell she was different at all. It helped when talking to those that didn’t know her as well, but many of the townsfolk were too wary and untrusting of her even after her change of tactic to believe her at all.

It was dreary outside as lightning broke the skies, the warm little bakery empty as no one would dare brave the elements on a day like today for a simple loaf of bread they could make at home. Erin was cleaning the front room and humming as she swept, at least until a crash of thunder and whispering voice broke her happy tune. The words she thought she’d heard were nonsensical, and she closed her eyes for a moment as she tried to decipher it. After a short while the sound of the rain falling hard on the roof and the thundering outside faded away, and all she could hear was the quiet voice in her mind, until that too stopped. Confused, she opened her eyes again, only to find she was not where she’d ought to be.

Other: so, she’s not actually psychic or magic or anything, just insane. The “predictions” the voices give her are very vague, however she herself is very observant, noticing patterns and cues as to what might happen next in a series of events the same way we might predict the outcome of a scene in a book or movie given the story told to us so far by the author.

[Vesuvius00]

"Umm, go left? or right, it doesn't matter. We've got a 50-50 chance that they won't pick the direction we do."

Kallan Alistair

Name: Kallan Alistair (Kal for short)
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Appearance:

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 135
Hair and Eye color: white hair, blue eyes
Wing span and Wing color: exactly 12 feet from tip to tip and pure black.
Personality: She's fiercely protective of any friends she has, and isn't afraid to start trouble if absolutely necessary. She doesn't care much what people think of her, but if you treat someone she cares about in the wrong way you're gonna get hell from her. She's very patient, and kind, and has a habit of saying all the right things when needed. She likes thunderstorms and rain, and clear skies at night so she can see the stars, she adores animals and people who like them too. She respects those who stand up for themselves and aren't afraid to speak their mind, even if they don't share her opinion. She has no respect for those who believe that they have some kind of authority just because of a circumstance- like them being older than her or in a supposed position of power like a policeman or a bully. She has Claustrophobia and an extreme fear of being underground- like everything will collapse around or on top of her. She dislikes most bright/neon colors, preferring more natural hues for clothing and such. She also doesn't like crowds of people or public places much, for obvious reasons as well as being in a crowd could also trigger her claustrophobia if it's a really dense crowd.
Specialization/Skills: She's smart- tactful and plans ahead, trying to find the best outcome for a situation as quickly as possible. She's good at talking to people (Charisma), and has some skill in hand-to-hand combat as well. She learns easily.
Abilities: Flight, Telepathy (for communication and things like Charisma (convincing people to do or believe something)), and Loyalty (because she is loyal and that might inspire loyalty and trust in others).
Strengths: Learning and planning, teamwork, hand-to-hand.
Weaknesses: Extremely claustrophobic and afraid of being underground, and if she loses her patience she's not thinking properly anymore- she's a bit of a nut when pissed off.
Relationships/Family: Kal tries to get along with everybody, but as her opinions of people are formed so are her alliances, and it can take a lot to change her mind. She knows she has a little brother that was also a subject, but has no idea what happened to him or if he's even still alive. (play with that however you like GM)
Other: "You want to be my friend, because I'm a bad person to make into your enemy. Exhibit A: these asshole scientists." (I like to think she tried to hurt as many of the scientists and such other people as she could during the escape, to try and make a point that they shouldn't have messed with them like this.)

[Vesuvius00]

"Present!"

Lucia Bellemont

"The world is full of nice people. If you can't find one, be one."

Name
Lucia Bellemont
Soul
Kindness
Age
12
Gender
Female
Appearance
She is about 4 feet tall and has naturally sad green eyes, but really most of the time she's smiling. She tends to tie her hair up into a ponytail whenever she can to keep it out of her face. She doesn't actually have any of those bandages on her right now, but otherwise that picture is how she looks. She has no scars in absence of the bandages either, she's perfectly fine at the moment.
Personality
In a few words: Kind (duh), secretive, observant, playful, joyful, and confident. She's always got a smile on her face, either because she's usually able to find something to be happy about, or for other's sakes. She may not be brave enough to run head-on into danger, or even sure that she'll make it through whatever obstacles she comes across, but she has confidence that in the end everything will turn out alright. She often keeps her thoughts to herself unless she's trying to cheer someone up.
History
As the story goes on you'll learn more about her, she won't bite if you ask.

[Vesuvius00]

"Good morning. Do you have any rooms available at the moment? I'm afraid I've been travelling all night and am quite tired."

Alexis Emaura

"F.E.A.R. has two meanings-
forget everything and run
or
face everything and rise.
The choice is yours."

Name:
Alexis Emaura

Age:
29

Blood%:
20% Seraphim, 80% Sol

Gender:
Female

Sex Preference:
Bi

Height:
5'2"

Weight:
That's a secret. (She's lighter than she looks.)

Physical appearance:
See picture above.

Apparel/clothing:

Personality:
Alexis is a kind-hearted person, and it's obvious that she cares about almost everyone she meets on some level. There are very few people that she considers friends however, and even fewer that she truly trusts. She's open and easy to read, she doesn't try to hide her thoughts or emotions at all, but she can and will lie if she thinks it will spare someone else any amount of pain. She is slow to anger, and even slower to forgive, for if she truly loses patience with someone, she believes that no matter what they do next they aren't worthy of her kindness anymore. She is energetic, always doing something with movement or words. She enjoys the company of others, and relishes debate and conversation.

Faction:
Taxis (hopeful)

Pet:
None

Exp:
She's been training since she was 20 in the hopes of joining the Taxis guild. Many hours spent on practice have made the two spells she knows more than enough than she needs in terms of her magic abilities, and twice as much time spent using and practicing with her bow have made her an incredibly accurate shot. She has been able to use all of her blood-given abilities since she was born, but it took time to get certain ones, such as mind reading and telekinesis as well as her ability to manipulate plants, under control.

Spells:
Pause - Stops time in the space between one heartbeat and the next. This only affects a 15 meter radius around her, and the bubble of paused space moves as she does with her at the center at all times. She herself is also 'paused' while this spell is in effect; her heart doesn't beat and she has no need to breathe, and she cannot bleed while pause is in effect, but if she is wounded while in pause the wound will begin to affect her as soon as the spell is dropped. Gravity still works and inanimate moving objects from outside the bubble are unaffected if they are entering it, however all things that were in the bubble to start with are frozen until she moves away from them or drops the spell. The spell lasts until it is dropped or until Alexis runs out of energy.
Light's Blessing - Uses any nearby or ambient light to energize a person, causing any wounds to heal either immediately for more minor wounds, or up to 300% faster for major wounds, for so long as the spell is in effect. The spell lasts until Alexis runs out of focused light energy.

Abilities/Powers:

• Bright Light Resistance
• Soul Detection
• Psychic Detection
• Mental Communication
• Mind Reading
• Astral Projection
• Telekinesis
• Force Field
• Plant Manipulation
• Plant Energy Absorption
• *Natural Glow (Not very bright, but noticeable in dim light. In total darkness she can clearly light about a half foot radius around her.)
• *Light as a Feather (Gravity doesn't weigh on her as heavily. She's not very physically strong or dense, she floats in water even when weighted down by her clothes and armor, though with them on she seems more like a normal person. She can't do anything like jump higher than other people- that would require more strength than she has.)
• *Speedy (due to being as light as she is, she can move rather quickly, and naturally does everything just a little faster than everyone else.)
• Needs to absorb sunlight for at least two hours a day in order to have a normal amount of energy
• Physically weaker than most other blood types (She does not have claws or wings or protective scales. She is soft and fragile and she also doesn't have much physical strength- but her endurance is very high. She is also more susceptible to poison/illness than other Bloods are.)

Weapons:
The bow pictured in her outfit above, and a dagger she keeps hidden on her person at all times.

History:
Alexis was the eldest child in her family, who lived on the edge of the forests outside the capitol of the Vrondi territory. She would go into the city almost every day to study and learn what she could about healing, ascension, and magic. She's learned a few spells, but can only use two of them to any real ability right now. She's been diligent in her practice and training since she was 20 years old, when she decided that she wanted to use her life to help as many others as she could. She had a few friends who shared her thirst for knowledge and her desire to do good in the world, and about 3 years ago they all decided to travel the land together in order to better train their abilities. As of a little less than a year ago now, she is the only survivor of that group. The others, all her friends, have died in one way or another, leaving her alone. Still, she focuses on her goals while holding them in her memories.

Despite the horrors she has seen in the world and the tragedies she's faced, Alexis continues on. She's still young, especially when compared to any other Descended she knows. She takes the world in stride and hopes to one day ascend herself.

Trivia:
Likes: Talking to people, expressive colors (her favorite is red), long walks in the sunlight, and trying new things.
Dislikes: Complete darkness, humid air, people who openly show that they have no care for others at all, and underground places.
Fears: Small enclosed spaces, ghosts (real or fake), and uncontrolled flames.
Deepest Desire: To stay up all night, just watching the night sky until dawn. One peaceful night.

Her Dagger

Made for her by a friend who died shortly after. It's nothing special, except for the sentimental value it has to her. She doesn't like to speak about it or the person who gave it to her. She only uses it in emergencies, as she prefers to use her bow when possible.

Carved on the blade, by her: "In memory, Aster"

Alexis explains all of her Blood abilities as clearly as she can (as if she were telling the others what she can actually do IC)

(I realize now that I kinda made her ‘latent’ max range for all her mental skills 10 meters. Some reach farther, but they take more focus to do so.)

Bright Light Resistance:
"I don’t ever have to blink the sun out of my eyes, and bright flashes of light don’t faze me. Though personally I think this does have a drawback- I feel like maybe my eyes don’t adjust to darkness as quickly as they could, and even then they don’t adjust as well as the average person’s.”

“As for my proof… well, I know I glow in the dark, but I’ve never actually noticed it. I only know because I’ve been told that I glow -very faintly, but apparently I do. I think my friends were all messing with me when they started telling me that... but, other people have told me too now. I still don’t really believe it though: In total darkness, I can’t even see my hand in front of my face, so how the heck could I be glowing? Unless, my eyes just can’t see this supposedly very dim light?"

Mental Communication:
"I can talk to people through my mind just as easily as speaking out loud, and they can think back to me what they want to say even if they aren’t a Sol. It’s a little strange to experience at first, the voices sound the same as when speaking aloud, but there’s a certain sharpness and clarity to the words -I’m convinced it’s impossible to ‘mishear’ something said to you like this."

"I can communicate with anyone within a certain distance of me (10 meter radius), even through walls and such, but outside that radius I need to be able to directly see the person I’m speaking to and even then there’s a limit (50 meters with a direct line of sight). Clara and I used to test each other all the time to try and expand our limits, but I think this is the best I’ll ever be able to do."

Mind Reading:
"I have to be close to a person to read their thoughts. If i’m too far away I only get images or feelings, or nothing at all. If i’m touching the person, I can delve into their thoughts and memories a little, rather than only seeing what’s on the surface."

"There is a way to keep me from learning anything with this though -just keep your mind focused somewhere useless, maybe even try to be annoying. I liked to repeat the lyrics to songs I know over and over to try and defend myself whenever I was training with Clara."

(Distances = 3 meters for clear surface thoughts, 10 meters total for image/feeling. Any farther away and it just won’t work.)

Soul Detection and Psychic Detection:
(The total range for these abilities is 10 meters. The Psychic skill has a passive aspect, anyone within one meter of her she can sense unconsciously or without needing to focus on them. (You can sneak up on her, one meter isn’t that much space. ))

"I can sense the Souls of those around me, their presence and strength, and I can sense the presence and "intent" of thoughts. I can tell who a person is in complete darkness by their Soul alone, and by sensing their thoughts I can tell how someone feels, sensing their emotions."

"When I say I can feel the "intent" of a person’s thoughts, I’m referring to the emotions I feel from them. If someone feels anger, I can tell who they’re angry at. Being able to sense hatred towards me in the past has saved my life. The emotion behind a thought can give you away very easily; just by how someone feels when talking to me, I can even tell if they’re lying to me.”

“Each person’s Soul is unique, that’s how I can use them to tell people apart. I can sense the small differences between Souls. I can also tell how powerful someone is by their Soul, how much energy they have and even if they are under the effect of a spell or if they are truly themselves."

Plant Manipulation:
"I can control plants: make them grow or move out of their normal ways in order to accomplish something I want. I can move the boughs of a tree, and tilt the trunk every which way, but I can’t make a plant uproot itself to move somewhere else unless it’s about the same size as me or smaller. Younger, smaller plants (saplings) are easier for me to control than adult plants. I can’t control any plant that I’m very far away from, about 5 meters seems to be the limit."

Plant Energy Absorption:
"This one’s kind of simple: I can get energy from plants by basically taking the energy they got from the sun for myself. I’m a plant Vampire. I can control how much energy I take, so I don’t kill the plants, and I can only absorb energy from plants within two meters of me. I can’t really pick and choose what plants I absorb energy from, it’s just whatever’s closest by.”

“I could probably stay alive without sunlight if there were enough plants around, at least for a little while, but I’d likely get very sick after a bit of that. Real sunlight is best."

Force Field:
"This skill has a few levels. I can make a Forcefield of light energy, and its strength varies depending on how much energy I put into it. The different levels of fields look different because of the amount of energy they have, which also determines their strength. Past level 2 the field actually absorbs any light that touches it, which can make it stronger over time- though I’ve never been able to hold Levels 4 or 5 long enough to see that have any effect at all. I can make the forcefield into a bubble around me or another person, a simple wall, or like a second skin around my body. The easiest form to make is the wall, then it's the second skin, and a bubble is the hardest form to hold because of the extra space within it and the fact that it’s a closed shape.”

Level 0: Invisible.
“I only mention this one for the sake of completeness, though it's useless in pretty much any situation. This is the level that a young Sol can use to practice trying to make a full force field. It's only a gathering of energy and it can barely block a small rock thrown at you.”

Level 1: Glass.
“The first step up from nothing at all. I call this one the glass field because when I use this one it looks like it’s made out of glass, though it’s a bit stronger than the average window. This field can stop a handful of arrows before breaking, or it could take one direct hit from a sword. This field breaks the second it cracks, and when it breaks it looks like shards of glass falling to the ground and then disappearing. If it doesn’t shatter, I could keep this field up for a whole day.”

Level 2: Liquid Silver.
“This is my go-to field for use in battle. I call it ‘liquid silver’ because of the color it is and the fact that when it’s forming it looks like it’s melting into existence around my body. This field looks like a solid yet thin layer of silver, from the outside you can still see through it a little -this is most noticeable when I use this field as a bubble. This one is a lot stronger than the Glass field, able to take multiple direct hits from a broadsword or warhammer before cracking. This is the first level that can block an element -water can’t pass through the field. This field can crack a few times before it will break down completely, and if I'm given enough time (anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on damage) I am able to repair it before it will break. The longest I've been able to hold this field active is about 3 hours. When this field breaks it looks like it's shattering into glitter and then disappearing into the air.”

Level 3: Mirrored Silver.
“This this one looks like a perfect mirror made out of a thin silver layer, reflecting everything around perfectly even when the field is a curved surface. You can't see through it from the outside. This field still looks like it melts when forming and like a shower of glass and glitter when broken, just like the level before. I can repair this one too if given enough time, but it takes twice as long as the last level does for the same amount of damage. This field is about twice as strong as the one before it, and can still block water but can also block fire and lava now -but it doesn't block the heat. I can hold this field for about an hour and a half before I run out of energy.”

Level 4: Liquid Gold.
“This field looks exactly like the liquid silver field, what with the melting into existence and glittery breaks and all, except it’s a gold color. This level can block any physical attack I’ve encountered thus far without cracking -short of an actual avalanche. It can block the elements of water, fire (which still includes lava, and this one blocks the heat too!), and air -which means that I actually can’t breathe if I enclose myself in this one. (to nullify this effect if I have to use it as a bubble or second skin, I usually only use this one while my ‘Pause’ spell in in effect.) The longest I’ve ever been able to hold a field at this level together is about 20 minutes as a wall, and until I can’t hold my breath any longer as anything else.”

Level 5: Mirrored Gold.
“This one is really hard for me to use, and I’ve only ever needed it once but I’m still trying to train with this one to get to the point where I could use it more. It looks like a thin mirror of gold that melts into existence and shatters like glass and then into glitter when it breaks, which I have no idea how much force it would actually be able to take before doing so. The longest I’ve ever kept this field stable is about a minute, maybe two. I’ll assume it blocks all the elements that the levels before it do, as I’ve never been able to test that. I can’t use this as a bubble or a second skin, at all. I’ve only ever been able to make a wall with this field about the size of the average sheild.“

“There are probably levels past 5, but I doubt I’ll ever get to the point where I can use them, I only was able to get to level 5 a few months ago anyway.”

“I realize now that I’ve been ignoring one of the elements when listing what each field can block. The thing is though, that earth can be blocked from level 0. It counts as a projectile unless the attack is like an earthquake or a landslide, in which case no forcefield is really gonna be much help then. If the ground is moving, you move with it. Simple, yeah?“

Astral Projection:
"The easiest way to describe this is that I’m just releasing my mind and consciousness from my body, and in doing so it takes on a spiritual form made of solid light. My actual body will fall unconscious when I do this, as if I were just sleeping, and my perception of the world switches entirely to my projection’s point of view. I can’t speak as a projection, and therefore can’t cast any spells, but I’ve learned how to communicate mentally while projecting -I can communicate the same as I normally do as a projection, but I can also communicate with anyone who touches my body no matter how far away my projection is.”

“I’ve never had a problem with distance -as far as I know there’s no limit to how far from my body I can go- but in order to wake up I have to return to my body, otherwise I’ll be stuck projecting until I die. So, I’ve never gone very far. I can still ‘feel’ my body while I’m projecting, I can tell when someone touches me or if I’m being moved, but if my body is hurt I don’t feel the pain until I wake up. As a projection I can’t be hurt by normal means, swords and arrows with just faze through my form. I can walk through walls and objects, like a ghost, but I can also pick up things and interact with them like I would normally too.”

“It’d be easier to just show you rather than try to describe what my projection looks like, but I’m not gonna do that without an actual reason to. My projection is made of light energy- you can see through me and I glow inwardly like candle in a dimming lamp, the light contained by the edges of my form. (she doesn’t glow or give off light at all) I can change the color of the light at will, though usually it’s just a light silvery gray or yellow. My projection looks just like how you see me now (minus the clothes and genitals); you can even see my scars, the crescent moon on my back and the ring on my arm glowing white no matter what color the rest of my form is."

Telekinesis:
"I use this one a lot for some pretty stupid things sometimes- but in my mind it’s all for practice. (and because I can’t reach the thing on that high shelf without using it, so.. Nyeh! >.< ) I have more control than strength with this skill, as I believe that’s a better thing to have anyways. The heaviest thing I’ve ever lifted was about 1000 pounds heavier than me, for a little less than a minute in order to move it out of the way of crushing my best friend. The longest I’ve held any significantly heavy thing in the air was about an hour, and that thing was my friend Aster, who at the time weighed about 150 pounds more than me.”

“I can grab things, move the things, lift them high off the ground, throw them pretty far away from me, and pull things towards me; I can also just do generic telekinetic pushes and pulls that affect everything in that direction or area instead of just one thing at a time. In order to move people I need to be relatively close to them, about 5 meters away seems to be the limit, but for objects I have a longer ‘reach’ so to speak -I can grab things up to about 20 meters away from me.”

“Oh! I almost forgot to mention, I can control this skill with just my mind, though I often pair a movement to the actions because that’s just how I learned to do it all in the first place. As an example: if you were to tie me up in a cell and hang the keys on a hook just outside the door, I have the precise control needed to get those keys into the lock and open the door without needing to break my bonds. Tie the keys to something though, and I might not be able to get them so easily, if at all."

...
Alexis has quickly become one of my favorite Characters of all time, and I'm very excited to see how the RP she's in pans out.

[Vesuvius00]

"Damn. I know the sunlight would kill me if I went outside, but constantly being awake only when it's dark out is getting kinda depressing."

Maple Bianchi

Name: Maple Bianchi

Age: 138 (Appears to be 19-20)

Gender: Female

Appearance:


Personality:
In a few words: Kind, secretive, observant, playful, joyful, and confident. She's normally a quiet girl, but not really shy. She's always got a smile on her face, either because she's usually able to find something to be happy about, or for other's sakes. She may not be brave enough to run head-on into danger, or even sure that she'll make it through whatever obstacles she comes across, but she has confidence that in the end everything will turn out alright. She often keeps her thoughts to herself unless she's trying to cheer someone up. She has a tendency to be rude or violent when she feels even slightly threatened, often starting fights and causing herself to make a few enemies.

Bio:
Maple was orphaned at a young age along with her older brother. The city they lived in was harsh, an almost impossible place for even the toughest of adults to live in. A year passed before the two met a Vampire of the Bianchi family, who took a passing interest in the children. He helped them in small ways whenever he saw them, and as time went on he began to consider turning them, and raising them as his own. At the time he had doubts of if he should or not, his family may not have approved and tried to kill the children if they found out. He dallied for months, each day knowing that if he didn't act the two could die anyway, and then he'd have no chance at helping them.

What finally pushed him to decide was just what he feared. A sickness spread throughout the land, and the boy fell ill and died shortly after. Maple never left his side even after he passed on, and was just starting to show signs of the illness when the vampire found her. She was hesitant to go with the man, though she liked him well enough, she was also frightened of this man she'd only ever seen at night. She eventually gave in to his request to come with him however, as she realized that her brother was not going to wake up again. The vampire, now her father, took her to an inn, where he waited until she fell asleep to turn her.

She was brought to meet the family in three days time, after her father was sure that she was healthy enough, and fully a vampire. She was met with mixed feelings from the family members, but her father protected her from any harsh thought or action against her. She came to care about each member of the family as she grew, and in time she felt she was accepted more and more as a family member herself.

Almost a decade later, her father died protecting her from a Vampire hunter, who she hunted down herself in revenge.

Special Power:
SOUL MANIPULATION - Maple can trap the souls of those she's killed into any nearby object, forcing them to fight for her. The items they are trapped in are able to move of their own control, unless she commands them to do something else. They are incapable of allowing any harm to come to her without attempting to stop it. Most of the ones she's made have been destroyed, she only has 3 at the moment. At one point she had 17 Trapped Souls under her command, an army of knick-knacks and things.

Other: Enjoys all things about nature, especially thunderstorms. She will often stand outside in the rain, just watching the beauty of lightning flashing across the sky. Her worst fear is that no matter how long she lives, she'll never find anyone she loves as much as she loved her brother before she was turned.

Trapped Souls

Kyle Farr (Hunny)

Kyle Farr was once a vampire hunter who had the sad misfortune of running into Maple and her father only a few months after she'd been turned. She caused his death, whether from wounding him or from drinking him dry the two have yet to find out. As he died, her power came to light, and the hunter's soul became trapped within her beloved stuffed rabbit, Honey. The two are friendly to each other now, in fact Kyle's knowledge of Hunter tactics and his newfound inability to allow his master to come to harm in any way has saved her life many times.

Li-Ren (Blade)

The hunter that killed her father, Li-Ren was mercilessly hunted by Maple for almost a decade before he finally died by her hand. She placed his soul into the very dagger that struck him down, as her final justice. Li-Ren has served her well in all battles since then.

Jasmine (Amulet)

A strange case. Jasmine was a human that Maple had become friends with. They spent years together, until Jasmine found out that Maple was a vampire, and in fleeing from her found her death by falling into the river. She couldn't swim. Maple pulled her out of the water only a few minutes before her heart stopped. In an effort to keep her friend with her, to explain and perhaps give the girl a second chance at life, Maple had tried to turn her friend, but failed as her heart gave out too quickly. Jasmine haunted her for almost a year before Maple caught her wandering soul, tying Jasmine to an amulet her father had given her.

Jasmine is constantly with Maple, and as she is imprisoned within an object not very well-suited for moving around and doing things, she has an ability that the others do not. If the locket is opened, she can surround Maple with a shield made of shadows. This stops most projectiles, and sunlight from reaching Maple, but can only be used for a short time.

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This Maple has only one similarity to her Predecessor (other than the vampirism), so I've decided she counts as her own character.

[Vesuvius00]

"You've made your last mistake old man..."

Alice, Vampire and follower of the Mad God

Name:
Alice

Species:
Human.. probably
She's been afflicted by Vampirisim

Age:
Approximately 22
She looks 17 because that's when she was turned

Abilities/Powers/Traits:
Magical Ability and Knowledge
Gained from her time as a mage's apprentice and her continued practice and studies since then.

Alice is well-versed in Mystical artes and can cast high-level spells and rituals without much difficulties, so long as she has the spell-book and all the necessary ingredients with her. Without the book, there are only a few spells she can cast which she has memorized. One of these spells will send someone's soul to Mad Hell when she casts it on them, and another is a spell that will summon a portal so she can go there herself.

Vampirism
She was turned about 5 years ago.

Alice is able to drink the blood of another living being as a means of healing herself in a pinch, but this gives her a weakness as well. She must feed at least every two days in order to stay in control of herself. Sunlight and garlic and all those other stereotypical ways of repelling vampires don't actually work on her, though stabbing her through the heart with a silver blade or a wooden stake will definitely kill her, and the sunlight is harsh on her eyes and skin -thus she wears a dark cloak all the time. She has the ability to sense living beings and any blood nearby, and all her senses are heightened as well as her physical strength and speed because of the vampirism.

Shadow Manipulation
An ability gained through her service to the Mad God.

Alice is able to move through Shadows at will and can use them as a weapon, often creating a vortex of smoke-like shadows around her as a shield when she's on the defense, or using that same vortex to surround an enemy and kill them by closing the sharp shadows in on them. In complete darkness or complete light, there are no shadows she can control, however. At night, she can turn her body into shadows in order to move quickly through things and crowded places, making her body entirely intangible for a time.

Mental Communication
A power she's had since birth, this is one of the reasons she questions if she was ever truly human or not.

Alice can talk to people through her mind just as easily as speaking out loud, and they can think back to her what they want to say so long as she keeps the line open. She can communicate with anyone within a certain distance of herself (10 meter radius), even through walls and such, and when she speaks like this she is able to control exactly how her voice sounds, even able to make herself sound like a man if she wanted. The sound of her voice always seems to echo slightly when she uses this ability however, so there's always a way to tell if the words are just being heard in your mind or if they are actually being spoken out loud.

Eyes
Her eyes glow when she's using any of her abilities or magic. The color of the glow ranges from blood red to bright yellow, and the color tells how well-fed she is in terms of her Vampirisim. Red if hungry, and Yellow if good. When her eyes aren't glowing, they are just a normal dark brown color.

Bio:
(Will be edited and added to over time as stuff is also revealed IC)

Alice was a mage's apprentice in the capital city of the Janus province, a state to the south which was ruled by a duke who was loyal to the Kaiser of the Teutonic Empire but without much real power himself. She and her master lived in the castle as the duke's resident mages

...
So, Alice is still being developed IC, which means that this CS will be updated later.

Technically every CS here can/will be updated as I keep using the characters. I just feel a need to point some of them out specifically.

[Vesuvius00]

The Meta character - Vesuvius (From an RP called "Guildfall: The Final Frontier". Very Meta. Very fun.)

Vesuvius

((Yes, the feathers follow me everywhere I go. If you ever need to find me, follow the trail they leave.))

Casual

Angel

DarkAngel

"Don't look down, Don't look into the eyes of the world beneath you.
Don't look down, you'll fall down, You'll become their sacrifice."

What is your name? Do you have any nicknames? Please include them.

Name:
Vesuvius
Nicknames include:
Ves, Vesu, vesves, and whatever else you wanna call me.

What is your gender?

Female.

How old are you?

Well, I’m kinda immortal so… let’s go with 17 or 18-ish?

What species are you? Please include details about said species.

Well, I’m a “Reality Sprite”, but because I’m lazy and bad at explaining things, let’s just say that I’m an Angel, of sorts. But, not really. I have wings, and can fly with said wings. I have this nifty little “halo” that, other than defying gravity by floating over my head all the time, acts as a sort of “control” for my powers, helping me to focus and whatnot so I don’t accidentally blow something up or destroy a small universe.

Reality Sprites are not native to this world. Or any world, in fact. But we explore the vast multiverse in search of something fun to do- that hopefully won’t cause something bad to happen. I hope that in this world, I can do something productive and helpful. As far as I know, that’s my purpose in life, and I actually feel pained when I’m not following this instinct to help and explore everything the multiverse has to offer.

What abilities and powers do you have? Do you have any expertise or “special skills”? Please include them.

Physical/Genetic Abilities:

Flight - I can’t fly if my wings are soaked however.

Minor Shapeshifting - Unless the world I’m in requires me to take on a completely different form, I have 3 versions of myself that I can switch to at will. One to blend in with most humans (weakened power level), one where I am incapable of doing anything considered “Evil” by myself or my kind (Default power level), and one where I can release my halo’s limits at will, unleashing my full potential, but at the cost of me possibly killing myself and/or everyone around me along with possibly erasing myself and anything I ever did from existence (Highest power level). I don’t use that last one much, if ever.

Speed - Even without using any of my powers, I’m just plain fast. I can run a mile a minute at top speed, and average about 10 mph over long distances. Of course that’s tiring and I don’t like to do that so… My top flight speed is 100 mph, average is about 80 mph. I’m lighter than I look.

Powers:

Teleportation - I can go anywhere, even into supposedly “imaginary” worlds, like those of a book or TV show. The multiverse is my oyster. To switch universes I have a small incantation I need to say, and there’s another incantation for if I want to bring someone else with me whenever I teleport, but if it’s just me and I’m staying in my current world all I have to do is think where I want to go. People have told me it looks like the air around me shimmers right before I disappear, and it also shimmers where I’m about to go, too.

Reality Shift - I can "delete" things from existence temporarily, create some things out of thin air, and move around Reality as we know it. On a large scale, I can only create things similar or roughly equal to what's already here. For example, while I can’t force a snowstorm in june, I could change rain into snow. That way I am not forcing a storm, but changing what the storm is.

Meddling - This is split into Memories and Time.

Memory - I can't alter or remove real memories, only place false ones. while that'll be confusing for a while for the target, the false memories are different from true ones and can be told apart by how the person feels when recalling that memory. Like, the fake one is cleaner, with less tiny details and a shiny gloss over whatever didn't matter enough for me to falsify, and no matter what the memory depicts there's always an eerie calm to it. The maximum amount of time a fake memory could go completely unnoticed is probably a week.
Time - I can’t stop or change time, but I can travel in it when moving between universes. Meddling with time allows me to travel through different multiverses while maintaining my own inner time clock, separate from the time of whatever universe I’m in. This is why I don’t really age.

Comprehension _passive - I just, understand things. Quantum physics, why there’s no sound in space, how you feel about that person just now… It’s not mind reading, and I’m not super smart, but given basic information, I can figure things out and understand them perfectly in the terms of whoever I’m “learning” from. The knowledge comes and goes as needed, and as it’s not true learning, I never really remember most of what I “learn” once I no longer need the information.

Special Skills:

Observation - I like to watch things, and learn from what I see.

Are you skilled in certain types of combat? What type of weapon do you typically wield?

I fight way more than I’d like to. I have a sword that I like to use for close combat, and am a pretty good aim with any ranged weapon you wanna hand me. It’s hard for me to fight and fly at the same time so I’m more likely to teleport in a fight to surprise the enemy than I am to take off. I prefer to mess with the enemy by using my powers rather than fight them, it’s more fun that way.

What equipment do you typically carry into battle? Or feel comfortable carrying into battle?

No armor, no knives or guns or spell-books. Just me, my sword, and my mind.

Are you affiliated with any other organization? If so, please say who and your rank.

Nope. I’m just here to have fun and help people out.

Where in Guild City are you from?

I’m from outside the city, though when I first came here I fell in love with the Advanced areas. I often frequent Casual and Spam as well.

What has your life been like so far?

I’ve been traveling my entire life. I don’t really know anyone else of my kind, though there have been a few that came close. I’ve been on so many adventures, I can’t count them or even remember them all properly. I don’t know how long I’ve been alive, I don’t age at all, but it’s fun to see people I’ve come to care about live out their lives around me. Sometimes people ask me if I’m lonely. The truth is, I don’t know. I’m never alone, but I do feel like I might as well be alone for all the company some people are worth. I don’t think it bothers me.

Would you like to include any additional information that we may have missed?

EVERYONE ELSE -> <- ME

>>> My effort to not be OP (because this is definitely the OP type of character) is my Limiter, the "halo". Basically if a power is going to affect someone/something too much, it can't be done with limits on, but it can with limits off. The limit isn't all or nothing, it's "enough to be super useful" or "pray to whatever you believe in that I don't screw this up" however limits will never come off unless all of reality is in danger or something.

[Vesuvius00]

Micha

Michael Alistair

Character Name:
Mi’isha-cendeha’amenla Amlaas-ite’idmamidrin
Character Alias:
Michael Alistair, Micha (mee-sha)
Speech Color:
(Gold, FFD700)
Character Alignment:
A Villain, as far as I understand.
Identity:
Public. For what it’s worth, I don’t care if you know who I am. It doesn’t affect me in any way.
Age:
21 Earth-years. I was chrono-frozen for 2 earth-years however as the trip from my home planet took a while, so I am technically 23.

Uniform/costume:

Spacesuit/uniform

Pretending to be human (at any time after the intro arc)

Physical Appearance (Normally):
I can shapeshift. How can you even know if this is my true form?

(His true form has piercing, sharp yellow eyes that are set into a thin and strangely delicate-looking face, which in turn is framed by his mid-length dark red hair and the swirling black symbols and tattoos which flow down his neck and back, curling around to his front on his sides (kind of like a tiger’s stripes). Aside from the tattoos his skin is pale and clear, and he also has a streak of yellow hair on the left side of his head. He stands at 5’10” or about 1.8 meters tall, with a weight of 110 lbs or 50 kg. He has a lean, slightly muscular build.)

(When he shapeshifts, it is a near perfect transformation with only 2 flaws. The main symbol in his chain of tattoos, located on his lower back, is always there and visible no matter the form he has shifted into. The second flaw is less obvious but still easy to spot when you know what you’re looking for. He can not completely remove the yellow from his eyes, so from a certain angle or in a certain light his eyes will look just as bright yellow as they normally do, otherwise you might catch flashes of yellow that most would dismiss as a trick of the light.)

Character Personality:
(A stickler for tradition and order, he perfectly understands what is right, wrong and socially acceptable, at least on his own planet. He values honesty, dedication and dignity, and if you were to ask him for help with something (even if you were his enemy) he’d try his best to give clear advice and guidance. He’s a natural leader, using his knowledge and past experiences to guide him, but here on Earth he’s a bit out of his element as his culture is very different from anything we have on Earth. He is strong-willed and patient, and very good at keeping organized. He likes planning things out. Though, strong-willed also means he’s too stubborn sometimes, and he has difficulty expressing himself properly. He’s also extremely judgemental of himself and others and completely obsessed with his social status.)

Likes: (only Earth things are listed)

• Cats - They are obviously the smartest beings indigenous to this planet, they deserve your respect. Also, they’re nice to talk to.
• Coffee - I have no Idea what it is, but this drink is amazing despite it’s seeming lack of any nutritional value at all. Would you pass the cream please?
• Music - We do have a concept like this on my home planet, but it has been outlawed an ill-advised activity to partake in for centuries. I like the diversity of this world, and how it is expressed through your arts, music is unique even in this however. I have never experienced such wondrous noise before coming here.

Dislikes: (again, only Earth stuff)

• Language - There are simply too many languages on this planet, it’s a hassle to learn them all so quickly. It gives me such a headache to choose what to say to correctly make my point. English is especially tricky, many of your everyday words have no direct translation into my own tongue, or simply don’t exist. For example, the words “Hero” and “Villain” seem to keep popping up, these are two that do not exist for us.
• Rhetorical Questions - I do not understand the concept. If I am not supposed to answer, then do not ask.
• Rain - It does not rain on my planet, the water of the world flows entirely underground, the surface is a continuous and dry landmass. I do not dislike water, quite the opposite actually, but it disturbs me that it will fall from the sky at random intervals. It just doesn’t seem right.

Origin Info/Details: (I would rather develop most backstory IC, so this is just how he got to Earth and maybe leading into what happens in his intro arc, not really why or how he got his powers.)

(Split in two for fun. This is if he’s talking to a human.)
I am part of a team of Explorers sent to map out this part of the galaxy for resources. The Gas giants of your solar system just happen to be rich in an element that your culture has no use for yet, or possibly ever. Members of my team are chosen by our “government”, as you would call it. I am the second-in-command and a skilled fighter, tasked with protecting the rest of the crew rather than retrieving shiny rocks from larger space-rocks.
(Talking to a crew-member now)
Don’t let them know we came to ╔╦╩╨╤╥╙═╬╠╧╘╒╓╫╓ ×╫…. They’ll catch on soon enough. I, don’t care what the Genrinam’nodi Jouldigenen said, we’re almost 8 light-years away from his jurisdiction, and with our Cenam-pehtemidno (Captian, Cenam for short) actually bothering to speak with these intelligent monkeys I’m fully in my rights to take command. It is my duty to protect you, and by even landing here the Cenam has basically signed your death warrants. These are a violent and warlike people from what I’ve seen of their backwards-society, and it seems they will not hesitate to kill us despite the obvious fact that they’re mostly drastically inferior to us, in all aspects of existence. What’s that look for, comrade?

Hero Type:
Shapeshifter, Alien, partially-psychic abilities(?)
((little bit of psychicness listed because of TT and related powers, as well as the language thing))
Power Level:
I’m no fool, I know I can’t take on all the world at once, but a city or two should be easy for me to throw into chaos. (city / low world level)
Powers:
Shape-shifting - I can shift into anyone or anything, though depending on the thing the change takes some time. My eyes and tattoos are the only ‘gives’ that I know of, the only ways to tell that it’s me and not the person or animal I may look like. Also, I am not psychic, and therefore do not know things that whoever I have shifted into would know.

Linguistic Assimilation - The ability to instantly learn, speak and understand any language through physical contact with someone who already knows the language. This allows me to speak, write, and understand any language, even an animal’s language. However, just because I can speak it doesn’t mean I completely understand what I am saying. I perceive what I say as being in my own tongue, and anything you say to me is the same way. Many Earth words don’t have direct translations, or any translation at all into my language, so communication is not perfect, but it’s better than nothing.

(For everything related to TT, focus is key. If Micha can’t focus he can’t use these abilities at all.)
Tactile Telekinesis (TT) - I have the ability to utilize a type of personal force field made of telekinetic energy. When in use, my body is completely surrounded by this invisible energy field, protecting me from harm and enhancing my physical abilities such as strength and speed. However this is the most draining of my abilities and the longest I can keep up the full bubble is an hour; also, immense amounts of repetitive physical force can break through the energy field no matter how much stamina I have left.

TT ½ - I can also use TT to manipulate objects that I am in direct contact with (Like another person, a glass of water, or the ground) without needing to form the energy bubble around me. I can also manipulate myself in any way without the bubble formed at all.

Density shifting - I have the ability (as a result of TT) to control my own density and that of any persons or objects I am directly touching, thus giving me the ability to phase through pesky things like walls and bullets.

Flight - Also because of TT, I can Fly (or levitate) by manipulating my own body through the air. This is about as energy draining as running is for humans and so I can’t keep it up forever, and I can’t cary others while flying.

Attributes:

Strength Level:
Equal to that of any average Human, unless the full TT bubble is in use. Then strength is ~5 tons for the time the bubble is intact.
Speed/Reaction Timing Level:
Just high enough to be considered inhuman, unless TT is in use. Then speed is ~3 times as fast as the average human.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort:
Two hours longer than the average Human.
Agility:
Just high enough to be considered inhuman.
Intelligence:
High Average. I don’t claim to be a genius, but I learn any necessary skills quickly and easily enough.
Fighting Skill:
I am well trained in hand-to-hand and in the use of a variety of melee weapons, both of Earth and not.

Resources:
Average I suppose. I have a hidden but broken spaceship to call home, and can most likely just go get anything I need once I find out I need it. Wait, what is "money"?
Weaknesses: (In 3rd person 'cause he'd never openly tell anybody this stuff)
1: The ‘tells’ for when he’s shifted: yellow not entirely gone from his eyes, and the black tattoo on his back that never goes away or disappears, no matter what form he takes. Also, depending on the form he's shifting into and how different it is from his current form, shifting can take anywhere from a couple seconds to a minute.
2: Tactile Telekinesis (TT) and flight are especially draining abilities for him, and anything relating to TT requires focus in order to use at all.
3: Has a severe physical reaction (like an allergy) to pure Silver or Iron. His skin will burn on contact and blister painfully. Cuts and other wounds made by these metals will take considerably longer to heal.

Supporting Characters:
- Kinam-lala’amno Amlaas-ite’idmamidrin (Sister) - Half sister, thank-you-very-much. Our father broke many rules to keep us both alive, in my opinion it was a wasted effort. She’s not worth the air she breathes.
- Fluffy (First friend on Earth) - A wonderful, kind, and intelligent companion. He tells me he currently lives on the streets, and despite being a cat, seems to have low self-esteem. I blame humans for that, but he seems to like you lot, so when he’s around I’ll consider our disagreements to be put on hold.
- SiEnAm #124 (present only for the intro arc) - It would be said “SEA-124” in English, and I’m not going to tell you what it stands for. This was the group of explorers that I was with when we came to Earth. Our goal was not originally to make contact or diplomatic relations with Earth, but actually to harvest resources from the Gas Giants of this solar system. We didn’t even know there was life here until we reached your solar system and our sensors were in range to pick up your signals.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:


Sample Post: (In 3rd person now)

yeah he talks to cats

Some time after the intro arc, but before getting involved in any other arc yet.

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Micha sat on the edge of the roof and looked out at the horizon, broken and blocked by the other tall buildings around him. A soft mew to his left signaled the arrival of Fluffy, the lovely Tabby cat sitting down next to him for a few seconds before beginning to purr.

As always, Micha was surprised at how much simpler yet refined the language of the cats was compared to the mess that humanity preferred to use. The two exchanged their greetings, and then Fluffy began telling him a story, about what his life was like only a year before, as an alley cat on the streets of the city called New Haven. Micha couldn’t understand it, but he felt like he shared much with this being. They way they both grew up, the way they made their own paths…

And now they were friends.

”Fluffy?” Micha purred as his companion’s story came to a halt, ending with the moments just before they first met. ”Would you like to know about my life? The same way you told me of yours?” The response was immediate, and positive. Fluffy lay down as Micha began telling the story in much the same way Fluffy started his.

”Well, my father was an absent figure in my life, much the same as it was for you. He was a wanderer, and a fool. Sometimes I wonder if he’s even alive anymore, and then remember that I don’t care. The same way he didn’t care about me, or my mother.” Micha paused as he tried to pick words that seemed less harsh. ”He was a brilliant man, but had his values out of order. He ended up choosing ‘adventure’ over his obligations to his family or his people.”

He couldn’t think of anything else to say about his father at the moment, the man really was a blank, so he went on to talk about the rest of his family. ”My mother raised me until I was 10, and then she died. I’m not sure how, or exactly why, but I was told that it was for the better. I was taken in by the mother of my younger half-sibling, and she never spoke of either of my parents, but treated me as if I were her own child. My sister and I do not ‘get along’, she’s far too rebellious and independent. People like that don’t live to see adulthood in our society.” He had to pause as a thought came to mind, something he’d heard his sister say before: ”Or so I’d been led to believe.”

There was something about this planet, the people here and how different their society was from the structured paradise he’d grown up in. This place was chaos, a total lack of control over any aspect of daily life, and yet the majority of humans seemed happy like this, even though that same majority most likely doesn’t know what their future holds for them even within the next week.

Fluffy mewed curiously at Micha’s sudden stop, and all he could do was sigh. His mind was suddenly too jumbled to talk of home, and he told Fluffy as much shortly. Strangely, his friend seemed to understand as he uncurled himself and stretched, padding away with a soft goodbye. Micha knew his friend would be back again tomorrow, he always was. Perhaps by then he’d have his own thoughts straightened out.

He stood too as the sun started falling behind the line of buildings to the west, getting his orientation back by that knowledge. What remained of his ship was about an hour's walk north of the city now, he’d hidden it in a cave so no rouge human could stumble upon it and try to take it away. He’d already had to deal with getting some of the pieces back from the government of this ‘country’, he really didn’t want to have to deal with that again. Humans really were chaotic and disorderly, they couldn’t even get along with each other, separating themselves into groups on their own planet. So, how could they ever possibly get along with or understand any alien races?

[Vesuvius00]

“Leave them be, I am your opponent now.”

Astera Nalin

Technical data

Name: Astera Nalin
Species: Zelosian
Age: 46
Gender: Female
Faction: Jedi Rescuer
Rank: Jedi Knight
Master: N/A
Former master(s): A man by the name of Seri White, who died in battle a little less than a decade ago (3662 BBY.)
Homeworld: Zelos II
Trained at: The Jedi Praxeum on Arkania
Spoken Languages: Basic and Zelosian
Written Languages: Just Basic, and that's hard enough.

Concerning you

You are on a mission. How did you dress for it? What else can you say about your looks?

I have a triangular face with well-defined features. Thin lips and almond-shaped eyes, high and narrow cheekbones with small ears and a cute nose. I'm somewhat proud of how I look, and I take care of myself to make sure I'm always presentable. My hair is shoulder-length and a reddish brown color, and complements my species' bright green eyes well. My skin is mostly smooth, save for a few nasty scars, and has a barely noticeable green tint- a Zelosian version of a tan, otherwise my skin is pale due to the lack of red pigment in my blood and body. I am 5'8" (≈1.7 meters tall) and weigh about 120 lbs (≈55 kg). I'm quite modest in how I dress, preferring to cover as much of my body as possible. Along with my normal outfit, I wear the traditional brown Jedi robe, and always carry my green-bladed lightsaber with me by tucking it into a hidden pocket in my belt. If you were to ever see me without my clothes -a very unlikely situation- you would be able to see that my right leg is completely cybernetic from my mid-thigh down. The only other way someone could know of this is if they were able to hear the mechanical parts moving when I walked, or if I told them.

Face and outfit

In order to confront the Sith, you need to be strong. Name one weakness or flaw you have identified but not neutralized.

Well, I am dyslexic, so it’s hard for me to read something and get it right on the first try without focusing, and this also affects my ability to write. Though I suppose you're looking for me to point out one of the things that I can still try to change?

In battle, I am not against harming my opponent when necessary but I prefer not to take any life, so sometimes I may not use as much force as is needed until I realize that I do need to try harder. I would also describe myself as soft-hearted, which would explain why I’m here as a rescuer rather than a member of the strike team. I cannot bring myself to leave someone who is suffering or in need of help, and I often don’t think past the present moment before attempting to help because, in my experience, if you wait it's too late.

Fighting Sith is not easy. How do you plan to use the Force for this?

Telekinesis - (Master) I have extreme amounts of both strength and control with this skill, as I should as a Sage.

Force Empathy - (Master/Innate) I’m a natural empath, and can pick up other’s emotions with little effort. Almost all my training with this has been in order to control what I sense, and to tune out the emotions that could cause me to loose my own calm or harm me.

Tutaminis - (Specialized Advanced) I don’t wish to harm my opponent any more than necessary, and this skill is perfect for that purpose. I’m able to prevent my strikes from doing any damage at all if I want, and I have a great amount of control over this ability to ensure that. I don't really use this skill to protect myself, only my enemies.

Mind Trick - (Advanced) I am able to defend myself against most mind tricks, and able to trick most anybody if they’re not defending themselves as well. I’ve never really tried to trick another force user before, as I’ve had no reason to try it on Jedi, and with the Sith I’m usually too busy fighting or throwing things around with telekinesis to try it.

Comprehend Speech - (Advanced) I am easily able to grasp and comprehend the meaning of alien words when attempting to communicate with any being I would not normally be able to understand. Use of this skill takes minimal effort and it’s become automatic on my part when encountering anyone I would not normally understand.

Force Sight - (Intermediate) While most younglings are taught to sense what’s around them with the force, I studied this further as a way to compensate for my species’ blindness in the dark. I’m not the best at this, I’ll leave that to the Miraluka, but I’m able to use it just well enough that I can do most anything in the dark that I normally would be able to. Better even, as in the dark I don’t have to worry about dyslexia affecting anything I read. The Force interprets words and images much better than my own mind, it seems.

Force Healing - (Intermediate) I can heal myself or another, but it won’t do much. I can heal mild wounds and take the edge off of worse ones, but any severe wound would take a lot of focus to do anything to, and would most likely need many treatments to completely heal. I have trained with this skill enough to no longer need to meditate in order to use it, but it doesn’t hurt to do so anyway.

Detoxify Poison - (Intermediate) I originally wanted to learn this skill in an attempt to see if I could neutralize the effect that sugar has on me, as other species have been able to do the same with alcohol. It does take the edge off, but I’m a lightweight when it comes to ‘drinking’. Other toxins are much easier to neutralize, and tend to clear my system in about half the time they normally would when I focus.

Sure, you can use the Force… but what else can you do?

I know quite a few things about plants, how to tend to them and help them grow as well as useful ways to use them and which ones are ok to eat, I’ve even got a few good recipes for on-the-field; normal, I think one would imagine considering I am a plant.

Aside from my green thumbs, I have a meticulous attention to detail and a good memory. I’m quite adaptable, and able to analyze a situation to quickly make decisions based on what I know in that moment.

Socially, I’m good at avoiding confrontations and arguments. I tend to keep an optimistic outlook on problems, and am easily able to keep calm and in-control when under pressure.

I am ambidextrous, meaning that both of my hands can be used to wield a blade to equal ability in combat, and it’s rather handy for tasks needing precision and dexterity, though I’m not much of a tinkerer or anything of the like. As a Zelosian, I am able to survive for long periods of time so long as I have sunlight and water. I don’t necessarily have to eat food to live, though it helps to eat because then I regain my energy a little quicker than when relying only on sunlight.

A couple other skills I have are special meditative states that I am skilled at using for my benefit in battle:

Serenity Trance - (Master) A brief and highly specialized form of meditation. If I can do this for even just a few seconds mid-battle it will allow me to regain my focus and power.

Center of Being - (Master) Another specialized form of meditation, and a stance used in lightsaber combat. When in such a state, I can almost unconsciously defend from even the most flowing random attacks and feints.

Something got you to join this mission. What was it? What events shaped your life?

The earliest memory I have is of a ball game I played with the other younglings at the Praxeum on the planet Arkania. I was maybe three years old when the order found me and brought me there.

As a youngling I was a studious child, but not nearly as much as I should have been. My attentions always strayed off the current task, even when I tried to meditate and focus on the force. In an attempt to help me learn to focus one of the teachers came up with a test to try and find out what the problem was, and what he found was that I have a natural ability to sense the emotions of those around me, even when they were hiding them on the surface. This empathy caused many distractions for me, and it got so hard to focus past it that sometimes that I had to go somewhere I’d be completely alone in order to progress with my Force lessons at all.

Yet, once I was able to focus I found that certain aspects of the force came to me with ease, skills such as sensing my surroundings and using telekinesis. I practiced as much as I could at tuning out my own emotions and the emotions of others. Eventually I got to the point where I could wield the Force while near the other children, but admittedly learning anything was slow going until I actually became a padawan. My master was a great help in learning to get a grip on my Empathy, and by the time I passed the knight trials my control was on a level so much higher than I had had as a youngling that the two could not even be compared. My control over my empathy is much better now than it was even then, though it’s still not perfect, but then nothing ever is. I don’t struggle with Empathy anymore, though I could always do better.

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I was ten when I passed the initiate trials, and when I first met Seri White, or Master Seri as I would later come to call him. He was an old Knight who had trained two padawans before me, both of whom had passed the trials of knighthood on their first attempts. Seri was a good teacher, a highly skilled Jedi, and a kind, tolerant person. It never ceased to amaze me how he cared about all the people he came into contact with during missions. He made sure to protect even his enemy from the threat they posed, to others and to themselves. I like to think I learned this trait from him, though it was not one he made any true effort to pass on to me. "Compassion is the belief that all life is precious and important. Just because your opponent may be an enemy for now, it doesn’t mean that they can’t change if given a chance."

Seri was quick to notice where I struggled and what my strengths were. He saw potential in me that I myself was blind to. I’m glad to say that his guidance was what began pushing me to get where I am now, though that doesn’t mean I was a good student at all. I can remember many occasions where I must have been the most annoying padawan in the universe to him. Still, he took my phases of questioning and impatience, rebellious behaviors and moodiness in stride, and with a sense of good humor about him as well. He was a concrete wall compared to my young self, I couldn’t have asked for a better Master.

Although, Seri wasn’t perfect—no one is. As a youngling at the temple I trained in the basics of Shii-cho and Soresu, but my current form—Niman—is what Seri used, and it was all he was able to teach me as far as Lightsabers go. It was simple to learn, and I liked that it didn’t require any fancy footwork like Ataru or focus too much on the fighting aspect like Makashi. Though, at first I envied those who were able to use Soresu or Shien, as I had perceived the defensive forms to be more useful than Niman, which has no true gear towards either offence or defence. I was wrong to think so, as Niman—unspecialized as it is—is the best form for my fighting style. I prefer not to harm my opponent any more than necessary and, as I learned and developed my skills with Telekinesis, I found it very easy to incorporate use of the Force into my bladework. Seri also taught me that a Lightsaber, just like the Force, was a tool rather than a weapon. A means to protect oneself and the others they defend.

By the time I turned eighteen, Seri believed I was ready to attempt the Knight trials, and he was right. I passed the Trials on my first attempt, which was just a couple months before the return of the Sith and the beginning of the war. I was almost immediately sent to the battlefront. It was horrible, I think especially so for me. I saw many of my comrades, people I considered friends even, fall in more ways than one. As the bodies of the dead would litter the ground, some Jedi with weaker constitutions would suddenly give in to their emotions, a muddled mess of fear and confusion, and they would fall to the dark side or even join the Sith. Though they were few, it was still disenheartening to see them become shadows of the Jedi they once were, cruel and ruthlessly terrorizing republic citizens just like the Sith did. I cut these Jedi down when I could. They turned from the light, taking what they perceived to be the easy way out, and so they lost most of the care I may have ever had for them.

There were so many emotions swirling around, loss, anger, fear, hatred... The Sith would speak to us, trying to convince us to turn on our allies, to use what we felt to become 'stronger'. I have no idea whether or not I also felt these emotions, or if I ever had the urge to give up and work with the Sith instead. At first the collective feeling around me was too strong to tell where my thoughts and emotions ended and where all theirs began. If I ever did, I didn't act on the thoughts at all. Seeing my comrades struck down around me, or changed into someone nearly unrecognizable by their own choice to abandon their beliefs, strengthened my own constitution. I would not fall to the dark side just because the universe around us seemed to be spiraling into chaos. I would not allow myself to think that my path may not be right.

Over the next years I got used to the wartime setting, but I didn't stop hoping for peace nor did I back down from the challenge of keeping myself together. If one good thing ever came out of this war—for me anyway—it would be that by now I’ve finally gained complete control over the Empathy I’d struggled with since I was a child. I never stopped learning after becoming a Knight, as I always could find at least one thing about myself to practice or fix. I learned to meditate and focus better, centering myself and pulling away from the chaos around me in battle to help isolate myself from the emotions of those around me, and calm my mind. I taught myself how to truly take care of myself and others in survival situations. I even tried to learn certain Force Skills in an attempt to neutralize a few of my physical faults, such as my species' natural blindness in the dark.

When I turned twenty-six I was assigned my first Padawan, a twelve year-old human named Yao-wang. He was a mild-mannered sort on the outside, but I could tell that he had trouble keeping his emotions in check. I worked with him patiently, hoping to help him find his strengths and gain control over his inner turbulence. He was a good student, though he got frustrated easily and tended to give up when things didn't come easily enough to him. Before Yao turned fourteen, we never went to the battlefields at all, and I think I may have lost some of my edge in the two years before we went on our first battle mission together. I noticed almost immediately that the way the enemy fought had changed over the last two years. I was nervous, and didn't feel like we were ready for this quite yet, but if you never try you can never know what you're capable of, right? We weren't on the front lines, rather far from it actually, but I worried all the same that something might happen. Imperial troopers have more strength than just numbers, after all.

At one point during the battle, Yao and I were separated from each other by a group of troopers who had us surrounded. I fought my way out easily enough, but I thought to let Yao get himself out of the situation on his own. There were only six troopers near him, I thought he’d be able to handle it and I would only step in if he needed me to. He defeated three of them before I noticed, too late, what was about to happen. A little ways away, out of sight from where we were, I sensed a Sith approaching. I never actually saw this Sith, he or she stayed away from us. At first I thought that maybe they were hanging back out of fear or caution, but then I sensed a trigger go off, setting off a bunch of firebombs around us. I was able to keep most of the flames from reaching me by using a mix of Telekinesis and some Tutaminis, using debris and things around me to block the flames a bit as I got myself to safety, but everything and everyone else seemed to become completely engulfed in white-hot flame.

I tried to push the flames further away, to clear the space where I’d last seen Yao standing, but I couldn’t find him. I could hear the screams of people burning around me, friend and foe alike. I could feel their emotions, their collective fear and pain. I tried to find Yao through his emotions too, but when I reached out to him he was completely silent, as if calm for once.

I was forced to retreat. The flames were too hot for me, and there was too much smoke to stay any longer and keep trying to find Yao. I tried to reason with myself as I fell back, thinking frantically and trying to calm my worries for him. I told myself, I hadn’t been able to sense his emotions there so he must have gotten away. I wouldn’t let myself think that if he wasn’t okay, that I’d just left him there to die alone. Hours later, after the flames finally went out, I went back to the place and tried to look for him. We hadn’t met up after I retreated, so I was thinking, hoping, that I’d be able to track him down alive somehow.

I found his lightsaber on the ground near where I’d last seen him. The metal of the handle was melted past recognition but the crystal was fine, thankfully. We could have remade it for him after I found him, if he’d been alive. Not very far from where I’d found the lightsaber I found what must’ve once been his body, now charred black and completely unrecognisable. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised, but honestly if I ever did feel his death through the force, I had been so occupied by trying to keep my thoughts from that conclusion that I may have ignored it entirely.

Even after I found him like that, it took a bit for me to realize he was gone. At first, I just felt numb thinking about it. It was a full two days later when I began to grieve for him. I had been meditating on the event, and I suppose the best way to say what happened is that I broke down. I didn’t do anything stupid or dangerous, I was just sitting there meditating, and then the next moment I couldn’t stop crying. It took me a while to calm back down: a few hours to stop crying, a few days to stop wanting to cry, and years to get to the point where I only feel a pang of sadness at the thought of him. Of the thoughts I had then, I only still agree with one. I understand that Yao’s death was not all my fault, but when I could have saved him by simply making a different decision or just noticing the trap sooner, it’s kind of hard not to feel like it is.

About a year after Yao’s death, when I was twenty-nine, I was assigned my second Padawan—whom I ended up treating a bit like a baby bird. I never allowed her to be very far from me, at least not until I was confident she’d be ok on her own no matter what surprises might come up. In reality this was a mistake on my part. I had allowed my fear of the past repeating itself to govern how much freedom I gave the girl. Lovino was fifteen when I met her, she’d been found by the Order a little later than most children are. She’d been a curious and shy teen, though very smart and with a natural talent for the control aspect of the Force. She was also one of the calmest people I’d ever met, and I think that may have been one of the reasons the Council assigned her to me.

I remember one mission in particular with her… This was about five years after our first meeting. We’d been sent away from the battlefields for this one, something increasingly rare to me as the war has gone on. We were still dealing with the Sith however, only a little more indirectly. A fellow Jedi had received some information about the location of a ‘point of interest’ to the Sith. We had no way of knowing if it was a base or hideaway—supply station or something else entirely. Either way we found ourselves on a planet in the outer rim that was mostly forest.

After a while of recon and searching for any sign of the Sith, we made our way down into a maze of catacombs to an underground ruin. There we encountered a small party of Sith troopers and a Sith who introduced himself as ‘Zerek’. We fought, and eventually caused a cave-in that I believe either killed the Sith and his group or trapped them all there. They’d been there for the same reason as us, to explore and find whatever there was to find there on that lonely planet. What we eventually found, thanks to information gleaned from the Sith during our fight, turned out to be an old Sith Artifact which was recovered by the Order after we sent them a message about it.

At the Age of thirty-six, I lost my right leg and nearly died in a battle with a particularly strong Sith, a Trandoshan. I defeated him in the end, though in my own mind I consider it more of a tie. I ended up taking one of his eyes out and threw him across the battlefield with Telekinesis, though not until after I already should have died. I remember passing out as a few troopers helped me to a transport shuttle and later waking up in the Temple’s medical bay a full day later, a hole in my chest and missing a leg. Not too long after that I received a cybernetic leg to replace the one I’d lost, and after almost a year my other injury was deemed healed enough for me to return to the battlefields.

Lovino wasn’t there with me during that fight, and I’m still glad she wasn’t. I don’t think we both would’ve made it out alive. She’d often tell me during my year of recovery how much she wished she could have been there to help me, and I’d tell her that the biggest thing she could have done to help was just what she had been doing. She was safe during that fight, away at the temple helping with other things. I didn’t have to worry about her and that freed up my mind to focus more on defeating the enemy.

A little while after I turned thirty-seven, I was on my first mission back on the battlefields. It was uneventful, mostly. On the way back to the temple, I felt a ripple through the Force. My old master... Seri was dead. When Lovino and I landed back at the temple, I was approached by a guard who told me what happened to him. Apparently he was poisoned during one of his last missions, and he passed away in his sleep. At least it was a peaceful death, and he lived a full life. That was enough to console me.

Later that same year, the Council granted me the specialization of Jedi Sage. I accepted the title with reserved joy; it’s nice to have your skills be acknowledged.

I finally let Lovino take the Knight trials in the next year. I had waited until I was sure she’d be able to pass—and she did—with flying colors. I was proud of her, until a little while after the council announced her passing. I was approached by a Jedi Master named Gar Halcorr, who told me quite bluntly that I’d done something wrong with Lovino’s training. Remember when I said I ended up treating her a bit like a baby bird, never letting her stray too far or do anything I wasn’t absolutely certain she could handle? Well, I hadn’t noticed it. Gar said I was coddling her, but in my own mind I was simply protecting her, and I told him as much. Quite honestly, I never thought it was possible to hurt a padawan’s learning by keeping them too close.

I ended up debating with Gar about it extensively. I saw his side of the argument, in the end, and I made a vow to myself to do better in the future. I’ve kept in touch with Lovino since then, but I still can’t pinpoint what bad effect exactly my careful treatment has had on her, if there’s any at all. She seems to be a very capable Jedi, and she even has a padawan of her own now as well.

I didn’t get my next padawan until about two years later, in my fortieth year. He was a fellow Zelosian, Kiku Honda, and he was sixteen years old at the time. He’d already spent four years as a padawan, I was only inheriting him after his previous master passed away in battle. I’m pretty sure the recent loss of his master was why the council assigned him to me, but maybe he was also chosen for me because of the fact that the council may have noticed I was too gentle with Lovino. Maybe, they were hoping that assigning me a Padawan who already had some training might encourage me not to be so overly careful again. Still, I tried to make sure he wouldn’t be completely overwhelmed, though this time I attempted not to be too overprotective, and I think I succeeded in that aspect. He did get hurt a few times, but remembering the warning I got after Lovino passed the Knight trials, I didn’t let those few incidents faze me. Kiku passed the Knight trials after four years with me, on his second try.

I have not been assigned another padawan since then. In fact, nothing of particular interest has happened in my life these last two years, besides the many missions I go on. Up until a few days ago that is, with the Sith attack on the Coruscant Temple. Gar Halcorr approached me about joining him on a rescue mission for those Jedi who were captured during the Sacking, and of course I agreed to go.

How do you fight with lightsabers?

I am a master of the Niman form of Lightsaber combat, in that I can counter most other forms and fighters well with it. I've found that Niman suits me well as I prefer to use the force rather than my blade, and I enjoy the adaptability of the form from situation to situation. I am exceedingly good at making sure I don’t hurt my opponent any more than is necessary, while avoiding injury myself. I am ambidextrous, meaning I can hold my lightsaber in either hand or with both at once, it doesn’t matter.

How do you relate to the other characters?

Among friends I’m quirky and jovial, though I try to be friendly and cordial no matter who I'm speaking to, at least unless said person proves to be too difficult. I always make an attempt to be kind to everyone I meet, and I've proven to be much more passive than one would expect, even when antagonized. My cold side isn't as bad as you might think, so long as I'm being sociable. My bite is certainly worse than my bark, as any Sith will soon find.

Out of Character

How powerful is she in the Force?

She has an enormous amount of strength and accuracy in the force, though she may not be very graceful all the time. She has reached her potential with skills such as Telekinesis and Force Empathy, and has the ability to learn a wide range of skills if she were to try. Her Greatest strengths lie in her use of the force.

Compared to others, Astera is above average in her overall use of the force, and her skill in Telekinesis and her Empathetic abilities are exceptional. She's weakest with using Mind tricks and making illusions with the Force.

Has your character encountered members of the other factions before?

Yes. In the catacombs mission she met and fought a Sith who called himself ‘Zerek’. She has also fought Lord Sish before, in the fight that’s mentioned in her Bio where she lost her leg.

Your character can’t know her every weakness or flaw. Which ones were missing above?

Personality Flaws:

• Astera has a soft spot for all living things, and is perhaps too kind to realize when she needs to stand her ground against the ideas of her comrades, and when she needs to step up.
• While she’ll call out things that would lead to the dark side and stop herself from going that path, she won’t force others to do anything because she wants them to make their own choice rather than have others feel forced to do anything by her.
• She prefers to avoid arguments, no matter if she’s right or not. She’ll follow any order she is given, but in a way that she feels is right with the force.
• Honesty. She doesn’t like to lie and in some cases she may inadvertently hurt others with what she says. This also means that when she does lie it’s very easy to tell she’s lying.
• Impatience and restlessness cause her to become anxious and giddy after long periods of waiting for or worrying about something. She may do something irrational in order to help someone she’s worried about.

Physical flaws:

• She has Dyslexia, which means that while she is not illiterate sometimes she may as well be. It is a good thing that most of her missions don’t require her to read or write anything important.
• Also on the topic of sight, her race is completely blind in darkness.
• Zelosians also have a strange reaction to sugar, where it has the same effect on them as alcohol does on other species.
• She has a cybernetic leg which, while it’s no weaker than her original leg was, is noticeable in how she fights now, and like all cybernetics could be messed with by anyone who tries to do so. Her right leg is the cybernetic one, and she’ll usually stand with that leg forward in whatever stance she takes.

As a non-human, list what traits your character has specifically because of their Species.

Zelosians:
- Are completely blind in the dark
- Have Chlorophyll sap instead of blood
- Due to the Green chlorophyll in the blood they get greener instead of red or brown when exposed to excessive amounts of sunlight
- They look paler than most baseline humans otherwise due to the lack of red pigment, and any veins that are visible are Green.
- At a glance they cannot be told apart from most baseline humans.
- Hair color sticks to natural brown hues, and may change slightly from season to season or due to differing levels of sunlight.
- Can use photosynthesis as well as eat food in order to survive
- So long as they have sunlight and water they do not need to eat food
- Sugar affects them the same way alcohol does other species
- All have Emerald green eyes

The Dark Side. How well does your character resist it?

Astera is extremely grounded in the light. As a Sage it's part of her job to resist the dark side with all her might, and she's had lots of practice.

What is your character’s personality like? What motivates her?

Her goal, and what she believes her purpose is in life, is to be the best Jedi she could possibly be, and therefore the best person she could be as well. In every action she takes she’s very reserved, only doing what she absolutely must to win a fight, while causing the least possible amount of harm to her opponent. She’s good at fighting, but that doesn’t mean she likes it at all. She’s kind, bubbly, and easy to get along with, but beneath her welcoming demeanor and ever-present smile lies a calculating intelligence, and the most caring of souls. She values honesty and integrity, and sticks to her morals like glue, appreciating those who also have these qualities, even if their opinions may differ from her own. She may not be the best at knowing what to say and when, but her overall earnestness and a lack of beating around the bush tend to make up for that. As a Jedi she’s used to hiding her emotions or pushing them to the side, but they still exist beneath her calm surface even though it might be hard to tell for sure, and some of her moods can seem to be contagious, or it may seem like she’s catching the moods of others; a sign of her empathetic nature. She has an optimistic outlook on life but doesn’t ignore the bad things in the universe, she simply hopes that the good will outweigh the bad in the end.

Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?

No. Astera may be a pure light, but that doesn't mean she can't/won't get into any trouble.

Do the ends justify the means?

The ends will never justify the means to Astera. Do it the right way or you're just as bad as the Sith, and you deserve to fail if you can't do something in the light.

Captivity. Do you want her to potentially be captured?

It's not impossible. Who knows, it might be fun to see how her role change from rescuer to the one needing rescue would play out.

What do you think your character is doing in a few IC months?

This question is a little confusing.

If the Jedi lose, she likely won't be alive in a few months. She'd fight to the death, and if they won't allow her to die, she'll never turn to the dark side.

If they win (and she's still alive) she's going to take on a new Padawan, as before the events of the RP she was simply doing missions and helping the Order in whatever way she could, alone. In rescuing the prisoners, she'll realize how out of touch she is with the younger and less experienced Jedi, and request to get a Padawan of her own so she can help them and help herself to understand what troubles the Padawans are having nowadays. For every prisoner that turns, she's going to want to understand why they did, and to stop that from happening by training as many as she can to help them stay in the light.

Does your character have any secrets useful for the GMs’ plots?

Nope.

*singing*
~Star Wars~

[Vesuvius00]

"Well, at least you seem to be enjoying yourself."

Adrian Nept

"Some days, I feel everything at once.
Other days, I feel nothing at all.
I don't know what's worse:
Drowning beneath the waves
or dying from the thirst."

Name:
Adrian Nept

Age:
24 (26 years younger than Tydra)

Blood%:
100% Lassa

Gender:
Male

Sex Preference:
Bi

Height:
5'8"

Weight:
160 lbs

Physical appearance:
See picture above.

Apparel/clothing:

Personality:
Adrian is the kind of man who you could know for years, and never learn anything about what he cares about or who he really is. Some call him misunderstood, or even shy, but really he's just careful.

He's sociable and easy to get along with, but hard to read and even harder to understand entirely. He does not trust easily, if at all, and once you've gotten onto his shit list, you're never going to get off. He is humble in terms of how he sees himself, truly believing that he's not worthy of any praise he gets for his feats, though when it comes to others he is a very accurate judge of character. If he trusts you, you can know you've earned his loyalty as well as his friendship, if that's what you wish. In casual conversation, he likes to tell jokes and do other things to try and keep the mood light; a habit gained from spending time with his sister, as he'd always prefer to see her with a smile on her face.

When he's alone, he will hum or sing to himself, and probably try to practice a few spells or techniques in any free time he has. He has a very slow temper, and an almost childlike energy about him at all times. He can't seem to sit still for very long, always wanting to do something or move around at least. He may mumble things to himself from time to time, carrying out imagined conversations to help him think.

Faction:
Magoi

Pet:

Ryukek

Ryukek is an old sea-dragon, which used to be feral before Adrian charmed her with a song sometime in his youth and now she is fairly docile most of the time. She is Nilamar's mother, and a loyal "pet" to the Prince. She cannot fly, being a Sea dragon as she is, but she can go on land for a while so long as she returns to the water within a day so she can breathe more easily. (She can breathe air, but it is not preferable to her.) Nilamar is her son. Ryukek will wander throughout the day, but never goes too far from Adrian so that he couldn't find her if he wanted to. She will stay behind at home if he must go on land for any amount of time longer than a day. Water/Ice and Heat (Breath attack of Ice or Boiling Water/Steam).

Nilamar

Nilamar is only half sea-dragon, his mother being Ryukek and his father some unknown (and likely feral) land dragon. He has known Adrian since his hatching nearly 6 years ago, and shows an intelligence that causes Adrian to consider him a friend rather than a pet. Nilamar is able to fly, and can swim fairly well also. He can breathe both air and water without any apparent difficulty. Nilamar sticks close to Adrian most of the time, wherever he goes. Water/Ice and Lightning (Breath attack of Lightning or Ice).

(Nilamar is fairly weak considering he's barely 6 years old. He doesn't fight much unless he has to.)

Exp:
He spends most of his time training his spells and soul mastery, in order to use his natural abilities to their full worth. He's not the most mathematically or technologically minded, but he is a skilled tactician and diplomat, and his magical ability is still improving day by day. He passed the trial of breathing when he was 15, and has no trouble transitioning between water and air breathing at all anymore- due to constant practice with it, and out of necessity. He prefers to use a sword if he must fight above water, and spears when under the waves.

Spells:
Ice make ___ - Adrian can make various things out of ice, such as the spears he summons in battle or a barrier of ice. (Complete list: spears, wall/barrier, floor (an Ice slick), spikes/hail, and snow.)
Summon Lightning - Summons a bolt of lighting that Adrian can shoot at people. Underwater use not recommended.
Whirlwind/Whirlpool - This spell creates a vortex around Adrian, swirling air or water around him and sucking thing up into the movement with the force of the spinning.
Soul Bind - Adrian can cast this spell on any living soul, binding them to where they are and immobilizing them completely. A green aura can be seen around the target once they are bound. It only lasts about 30 seconds, or until the person who is bound is hit by another attack. Only one person can be bound at a time.
Charming - He can charm wild animals that would otherwise be hostile, making them his allies for a time until the charm wears off. The charm is cast by singing to the creature. The charm can be made permanent if the creature willingly continues to follow him after it would normally have worn off. (This is what happened with Ryukek. Nilamar has never been charmed, he just likes Adrian already.)

Abilities/Powers:

• Gravity Manipulation
• Liquid Manipulation
• Water Conjuration
• Water Manipulation
• Water Sensing
• Electricity Absorption
• Gills
• Underwater Detection
• Water Walking
• Water Healing
• Resistance to Electricity
• He can breathe both Water and Air.
• He is very easily dried out if not wet, and the longer he is left without water he will become dehydrated and his scales will grow weak and begin to flake.
• He is more susceptible to heat when dry.
• Webbed feet and hands can make movement on land difficult.

Weapons:
Sword and Spears. He has a sword of his own, and can craft as many ice spears as he may need at a time.

History:
When Adrian was born, his sister Tydra was already Queen. He grew up hearing the stories about how it happened: the previous Queen's death, and then how his sisters Thala and Tydra were tried together in the rush to name a new Queen. Thala died in the final part of the trial, and Tydra was left to be named Queen... Ever since Adrian was only seven years old, he understood that his sister preferred to be alone most of the time, always so closed off to others as she frequently went on journeys to explore the ocean's depths. He assumed her attitudes and hobby were because her life was most likely constantly in danger because of her title, and so he began to worry and fear for her as well. It wasn't very long after then that he decided he would be helpful to her, or at least that he would try to be. He learned about magic that interested him, and devoted himself to mastering his own soul's powers as well. He learned diplomacy and, as much as he hated it, forced himself to learn to fight as well. Adrian would be the best ally his sister could have, and hopefully they could be friends as well.

When Adrian was 9 years old, he met Ryukek while out of the city on an exploration of his own. He'd slipped away from his guards and anyone else tasked with watching him, swimming around alone in a coral reef not too far from the city. At first, he thought Ryukek was playing with him, not trying to have him for dinner. Adrian sang to her as they "played", and slowly Ryukek stopped wanting to play with him, instead just following him around until he eventually went home. He had no idea that he'd charmed her until his magic teacher told him that he must have unknowingly cast the spell on her when he sang. Ryukek has never really left him since that day. When Adrian was 18 Ryukek had a son, who she let Adrian decided to name. This is Nilamar.

Trivia:
Likes: His favorite color is yellow, he enjoys the rain and storms most when above water, and his favorite time of day is midnight no matter where he is.
Dislikes: The concept of Karma (or any uncontrollable power that apparently influences things in the world), Alcohol, and Drugs of any sort (including medicines- which he will refuse to take).
Fears: He fears for his sister's life, and her general safety as Queen... His personal phobia however is of Spiders and other such creepy insects. There aren't any stupid bugs like that underwater.
Deepest Desire: Time travel, for many reasons.

Trial of Breathing

Adrian Nept - 15 years old
^{9 years before the start of IC}

Adrian swam to his place in line, at least 20 other people standing alongside him as they all waited for the signal to go. The trial was going to be easy, as far as he knew. All he had to do was catch a fish.

The fish were nicknamed Airfish by those that lived in the capitol, because of their role in the Trial. They were a bloated type of fish, kind of like a pufferfish, but without all the spikes or poisonous blood. Airfish live in the water currents, and only pass through the capital three times a year by these currents. The goal of the trial was to catch one as they swim by, without getting pulled away by the current yourself. The stream of the current leads to a tunnel, where the pressure built up within would likely kill anyone unlucky enough to get trapped inside. No one has ever returned from the tunnel's depths, so it's impossible to know for sure.

Well, almost no one.

Adrian glanced behind himself to see his older sister, Queen Tydra, watching him. If he got into trouble, she'd pull him out of it.... though he hoped it wouldn't have to come to that. He could do this. He was confident in himself, and he wasn't going to let himself get anywhere near the entrance to the tunnel. If it got too dangerous for him, he could always back out and try again in a few months, when the next school of Airfish would come through.

As he turned his attention back to the stream of the current in front of him, the overseers called for everyone to get ready. The fish were here, Adrian could see their dark shapes moving quickly past him just before the woman to his left jumped into the stream. She was whisked out of sight, and soon everyone else was doing the same thing. He took a breath before throwing himself into the current as well.

It was hard to move around, unless you were going with the water. There were people trying to fight the current, swimming against it in vain as they realised just how difficult this was going to be. The school of Airfish was scattered as they wove their way around the people thrashing about in their stream. One swam right in front of Adrian, but when he tried to catch it the fish just slipped out of his grasp. He could feel the power of the current pushing him along, and decided not to fight it yet. It would only tire him out more quickly.

Besides, he could use this to help him for now, as they were still a long way away from the tunnel. He swam through the current to one side of the stream, and waited for the next fish to try and pass him. He kicked out -going with the current- and got in front of the fish, attempting to hug it in order to capture the creature. He almost had it, but then it slipped free when another person crashed into him, trying to get out of the current. The man apologized before disappearing, slipping out of the stream while Adrian looked for another fish.

He swam up to the top of the current's stream, and this time when he got in front of the fish he caught it, finally. He held it by the fins for a second before he remembered that to pass the trial he had to kiss it, sucking the air from it. He closed his eyes as he did, the strange feeling of air entering his lungs and bubbles being released from his gills making him forget how to breathe water for a moment.

When the moment passed and he'd released the fish, he still couldn't remember. He began to panic, his hands going to his neck and fingers running over his gills as they lay flat, closed to the water around him. There was no air here, he had to breathe. He was going to pass out if he couldn't figure out how to switch back to using his gills. It was strange how he suddenly couldn't do something that had been so easy, automatic for his entire life. He never had to think about breathing before.

He passed out. Afterwards, his sister would tell him what happened. Tydra had needed to come get him out of the current after he caught the Airfish, so he wouldn't keep drifting and be swept into the tunnel. He'd done well on completing the trial before getting too close to the tunnel, but he still should have left the current before kissing the Airfish. Tydra made sure to tell him that about a hundred times. He couldn't have known he'd react like that, but still he felt bad for making Tydra have to come save him.

[Vesuvius00]

Pia and Aemilius

"He calls me a survivor, but I don't really know why."

Name:
Pia Jay Sindile, child of the Dragon Aemilius Kimball.

Age:
10

Blood%:
80% Tyro, 20% Nayu

Gender:
Female

Sex Preference:
Asexual

Height:
4'6"

Weight:
About 65 lbs

Physical appearance:
Age younger than 5: See picture above.

Age 5-12:

Age 13-20:

Age 20-30:

Personality:
Pia is curious and adventurous but also still cautious of the world as a whole. She is energetic and playful, caring and empathetic towards others, and loves to spend time outdoors exploring or inside reading a new book. She will talk to anyone who's friendly enough to chat, though she may not trust so easily. Aemilius likes to compare her to a bird: always ready to take flight.

Faction:
None

Pet:
If you asked her she'd say Aemilius, but not really.
She gets along well with the little draconic creatures she's met, but none of them stick around for very long. Neither she nor Aemilius have any real desire to keep a pet.

Exp:
In terms of school subjects:
Aemilius taught her to read and write, and has started trying to teach her more complex things like maths and magic, but so far Pia seems to be a bookworm determined to read all she can, and avoids doing that which she finds difficult (magic) or that which she simply dislikes (math). From books she's read she has various knowledge of the world around her, such as geography and facts about the plants and animals of different areas she's read about, or the histories of any of these areas as well. Aemilius doesn't like talking about the past with her, but does encourage her curiosity and supplies her with whatever books he's can on subjects she asks about. Aemilius' lair may not be a great library, but his book collection is fair.

In terms of magical ability and use of powers:
Aside from the two spells Aemilius has managed to teach her, Pia has had trouble keeping her soul's power under control. She can use each of her abilities granted to her by her blood, but the skill and consistency of which she uses them is highly erratic. The only one she has entirely under control is her night vision, which is passive in the first place.

In terms of fighting ability:
Considering the fact that Pia is a little girl, she's not going to do very well in a fight. Not to mention that Aemilius doesn't want to train her in any weapons (more due to the fact that he's a pacifist than anything) but also because he wouldn't know how to train her either. He himself only ever learned unarmed defensive techniques, and that was in his Dragon form. Pia carries a small sword but doesn't know how to use it past "swish swish stab".

Spells:
Rex Chronos - This spell's name means "King of Time" -which fits what it does quite well. Pia can alter time around herself in a very specific way: She can make herself appear however old she wishes, by aging and de-aging herself along her current timeline. The effect only lasts for a day at most, and she needs a day of rest before she can do it again. Returning to her normal age is not a part of the spell and takes no energy to do- she will automatically revert to normal if she falls unconscious or dies while the spell was in effect.

The "current timeline" part is what trips most people up when she tries to explain it. Choices she makes and events that happen will affect her current and older self in different ways;

For example if she were to be cut right now, and then age herself up a few years, she would have a scar where the cut was because that aged-up version's timeline is a direct continuation of her current self; but if she'd aged herself up a few minutes ago she wouldn't have a scar because the cut didn't happen in that aged-up version's timeline. If she were to age up before the cut happened and then age down to her true age, the cut wouldn't be there anymore and wouldn't show up later either because she's not in the same timeline as the aged-up version of herself that got cut.

The age-down part is less confusing, because timelines are more solid in that direction. If Pia was cut and aged down, the cut would vanish until she returned to her true age, when it would then re-appear because it happened in her timeline before the point she's returning to. If Pia was aged down and got cut before returning to her true age, there would be a scar where the cut was because Pia's past is always a part of her current timeline.

If Pia is killed, she automatically reverts to her true age, and the death is irreversible no matter if she was aged up or down from her true age when the killing blow was dealt.

Majestatis - This spell's name means "Majesty" -which has nothing to do with what it does. It is a spell that sets things on fire randomly (Because Pia can't control it all that well yet). Pia has even set herself ablaze with it before. Luckily, they are normal flames that can be put out with water or controlled by anyone with the ability to control flames.

Abilities/Powers:

• Thermal energy manipulation & Conjuration
• Fire manipulation
• Adrenaline boost
• Heat detection
• Fire breath
• Heat resistance
• Hot blood
• Night vision
• She's cold blooded and requires warmth - extreme cold is her bane. Cold damages her stamina and could potentially lock up her muscles. Eventually, after long exposure the cold will force her to sleep.
• Her body can turn hot and overheat quickly - too much activity can cause her to go into a paralyses from exertion.

Weapons:
An old sword given to her by Aemilius, the Mírage Blade which used to belong to him before the Dragon wars. It changes shape depending on the person who wields it, becoming a mirror of their personality. Otherwise it's just another, normal sword. Swish swish stab!

History:

Aemilius Kimball

_{Aemilius is Pia's adoptive father. He's an NPC, but plays an important role in Pia's life and story.
His history is a part of hers.}

Aemilius is ancient, older than pretty much every other dragon we've met so far. As a Dragon God he represented Family and Faithfulness, but once the Dragon war broke out he left the world to its own devices- preferring not to pick a side due to his pacifist nature. He went into the mountains of northern Gaia and has remained there ever since.

He didn't avoid people or panic when anyone came to find him: he likes visitors. In fact, there was a town in his territory where the people from there come to visit him regularly. They talked to him about the past, debated with him over all sorts of things, asked his opinion for help making decisions, and generally just spent time with him. He's not sure why this town never just forgot about him, but he didn't exactly mind that they hadn't.

One day though, about 7 years ago, the people stopped visiting him for a time. For a month, his life was quiet, and he soon realized that he was getting lonely. He normally didn't go to the town himself, but after so long without a peep from them he began to worry.

The town was empty when he got there. No one remained- at least, no one living did. Even the livestock had all been killed. The town looked as if everyone had just dropped what they were doing and went out into the street. There were no bodies in the homes, only out in the fields and road, but there were meals on tables and fireplaces ready to be lit as Aemilius investigated.

On the third day after his discovery of the slaughter, he realized another strange thing: Only the men and women of the village were there. There wasn't a single child's body anywhere to be seen. It didn't register for him at first because he never had any children come visit him, but in a village like this there should have been a few at least, right? He later found some tracks at the far edge of town that led into the forest: a small hoard of tiny people (children, he now realized) being led by two pairs of adult footprints. He followed the trail as far as he could, until it faded away on the rocky soil, and started trying to track them by scent from there. Not too much later, he met Pia.

There were no other people nearby, not even the scent of anyone else was left anymore. Pia was alone, standing on a fallen tree until she saw him and fell off in shock. He had forgotten before he approached that he might be frightening to children like her. She was okay, and stood back up a moment later to peer at him from over the side of the tree. Intent on not scaring her again, Aemilius lay down on the ground where he was, far enough away from her that hopefully she wouldn't be uncomfortable as he watched her. Her curiosity seemed to win out over any fear she may have had though, because a few seconds later she was walking up to him.

She was very young, and when he asked her what her name was, she didn't say anything. Later, she'd tell him that it was "sweetheart", but that was just what her parents had called her so often that she didn't know her own name. Aemilius transformed into his humanoid form and got her to follow him back to the village, until he realised that with no one else there except for bodies, that would be a very bad place for the child. So, instead he took her up the mountain to his lair, and from that point on he's been caring for her as if she was his own child.

He named her Pia Jay Sindile, but calls her "Piaget" (pronounced pia-jay) as a nickname. Sindile means "Survivor", and Piaget means "Little One".

Pia has lived with Aemilius for almost as long as she can remember.

Her only clear memory from before she met the Dragon: The night they stole her and the other children away. A man wearing a black, hooded robe and a woman with piercing blue eyes that looked like they glowed in the moonlight.

They came to her house and took her while she and her parents were asleep, and did the same with all the other kids in town. They'd never see their village again. Most of the others were older than her; she remembered being afraid to talk to them because of that.

The man and the woman led them into the forest, and away away away from town. They made all the children stand in a circle, and then everything went white.

When Pia woke up it was daytime again, and she was all alone in the forest, laying on top of a fallen tree.

She's never told Aemilius about this. She's not sure how long before he found her it all happened.

Trivia:
Likes: The color purple, like the sky at twilight. Birds. Reading.
Dislikes: Math, magic, fighting, and large bodies of water.
Fears: Drowning, being trapped in a room full of strangers, or being lost in large crowds.
Deepest Desire: To find out the truth about that night, what really happened. To find the man in the dark robe, and the woman with the bright blue eyes.

[Vesuvius00]

"Well then little brother. What should we do next?"

Onyx Bright

Onyx Bright

"Now, you choose. The weapon, or life. I can't very well heal you if you're aiming a sword at me."

"Kirara! Where did you go little brother?"

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Character Summary

Name:
Onyx Akili Bright

Aliases:
Onyx, Bri'nx

Age:
119

Birthday:
August 30th

Race/Species
Hayllian

Gender
Female

Birthplace
Eyota

Jewel color (Birthright and Offering)
Purple Dusk to Sapphire

Class/Caste
Healer: a witch who specializes in healing physical wounds and illnesses. Equal in rank to a Priestess and a Prince.

Healers are a vital addition to Blood society because they are the ones who heal the physical bodies. Unlike Black Widows who are healers of the mind, Healers are instinctually drawn to the art of healing the body. They have an inborn knowledge of the methods and theories they should be using, but additional training is required for society to consider them "fully trained" and thus fully trusted to act with the authority of medicine on their side.

Healers are often thought to be much like Queens, especially in their single minded tendency to think their own life is less important than all those around them. Because of this, Protocol demands that any unmarried Healer is required to have an escort to accompany her, so she doesn't harm herself while she performs her Craft. It would be too easy for a Healer to completely drain herself in seeking a healing, as their self preservation instinct suffers.

Languages
Common, Hayllian, Kindred

Occupation
Medic/Healer when needed, Artist by trade.
She works on projects in many branches of the arts- from drawing and painting to writing songs and stories to dancing and playing musical instruments. She works under masters Kimili’ka and Tarentek, keepers of the Ka’tek House of the Arts.

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Appearance

Height:
6'0"

Weight:
155 lbs

Body Type:
Ectomorph

Eye Color:
Brown, almost Black

Hair Color:
Dark Chocolate Brown

Skin Tone:
Nutmeg

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Character psychology

Sexuality:
Demiromantic Asexual

Relationship Status:
Single - widowed.
She married her husband almost 100 years ago, and he died only a year later. She doesn’t talk about him much, or even really remember much about their time together- only how he died.

Personality:
She likes to be alone, rather than spending time with a group. Because of this, she is sort of left out of everything. This doesn’t bother her though- she doesn’t care because she doesn’t want to have to feel like she can’t say what’s on her mind. If people will listen, she will speak with them, but otherwise leave her be and she won’t bug you either. In general she’s a calm person, usually happy enough in her day-to-day life that you’d catch her humming a tune at any point in the day. In interactions with people -no matter who they are- she is polite and soft-spoken, unless you manage to make her angry. Kindred, on the other hand… she loves all kindred and feels a deep connection to the rest of the world through them. She is highly respectful of the Kindred and often will treat them better than any people she meets.

She’s very Determined and sticks to her values like glue, but she is also Impulsive. She will make a decision and go with it, but in making a choice she rarely thinks past the immediate future, and often doesn’t consider her own well-being when other’s are at stake. She will keep trying towards her goals until she figures out how to get there no matter how many times she may fail. She is Strategic, and trusts her intuition because in most cases so far, it’s been right.

She is Kind, and Patient, always willing to help others if they ask, though she will leave them to their own devices once she’s done all she thinks is needed. She will not stay with someone if they ask her to- she doesn’t trust in others enough in order to abandon her solitary comfort for long.

In a fight, she’s better with strategy and quick moves than drawn-out battles. She works best alone as otherwise she feels that she’s always trying to compensate for the rest of group. That said, having Kirara at her side in a fight is a welcome comfort to her, as he is actually a very smart ally.

Onyx doesn’t worry much about the state of the world or how it got that way. The past and her own history mean little to her, and she doesn’t worry for the future at all either. She would prefer to live completely in the moment.

Habits:
When she is Nervous, Fearful, or Worried she will tend to clasp her hands together to keep them still, otherwise she will busy herself with some project or another to keep others from seeing the tremor there.

When she is happy she will hum or sing quietly to herself, unknowingly most of the time.

When she is sad or thinking about something that is better left unspoken of, she will be silent and her eyes tend to narrow as she filters out the rest of the world, trying either to get the thoughts off her mind or to simply force herself into a tunnel vision in order to focus better on her current tasks (either way, she becomes significantly less aware of the world around her).

When she’s angry, if she’s not openly showing it, the only tell will be that she’d glare at the person who’s causing her rage. If she’s hiding her anger, it means she’s actually weighing out the risks of confronting the person themselves.

In terms of her routine, she tends to wake up later in the mornings, staying up late into the nights- even till dawn if she can get away with it. She will spend time alone as often as possible, as social situations are draining and mostly unwanted to her.

Hobbies:
All the Artsy Stuff.

Fears:
Swimming, and by extension: drowning and large bodies of water like the sea or oceans.

Likes:
The colors Yellow, dark Blue, and Purple. Night-time, warm weather, being outside, and spending time alone or with Kindred.

Dislikes:
Large Crowds, Lakes and Rivers, Sailing and Boats, and Complete Silence.

Skills

General Skills
Cooking, drawing, painting, dancing, singing, playing various instruments, performing, acting, writing music, coming up with and writing stories, etc.

Combat skills
Bow and arrows, Staffs, Mace and other such blunt weapons, hand-to-hand, and throwing knives.

Magic skills
Healing, illusions (Visual and Auditory), Air manipulation (non-weaponized).

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History

Background
Onyx was born almost 120 years ago, and her mother died shortly after. Her father raised her for eight years, until her birthright ceremony when she met her godfather, Tarentek. Her mother never wanted her father to have Paternity, so he was only allowed to raise her until she received her first Jewel- Purple Dusk. She still lives with her Godparents, Tarentek and his wife Kimili’ka, to this day.

When she was 17 she met the man she would marry- Krimm Bright. He was the first person she’d ever felt an attraction to in her life. They dated for a year, until finally he asked her to marry him. She went through her Offering Ceremony the night of their wedding, and gained her Sapphire gem.

That’s where her memories end when it comes to Krimm.

From what she’s been told by her godparents, he died to save her life. Kimili’ka erased her memories of it in order to keep her from breaking from the grief. She couldn’t heal her, her memories had to be erased entirely.

In the next years, Onyx’s preference towards solitude began to emerge. The more time she spent alone, the clearer her thoughts became, and she began to use her time to better herself in whatever ways she could. She taught herself about what she could of the arts- seeking out guidance from Kimili’ka and Tarentek when she couldn’t figure something out herself. She learned various fighting forms from Tarentek, and learned as much as she could about medicines and healing magic from Kimili’ka before she had to go to an actual healer to receive the rest of her official training to be a healer.

She’s gone on with her life in a blur of colors and learning up until a point about two years ago, when Kimili’ka convinced her to come with her to Scelt. There, she met a young pup named Kirara, and he became her little brother. Ever since that day life has been a bit more interesting, her brother bringing her many, many adventures. It’s for the better- at least she’s not totally alone anymore.

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Additional Information

Other
Kirara - Purple Dusk to Sapphire jewelled Warlord Prince Scelt. He met Onyx when he was just a puppy, and chose her as his person within the next few minutes. He loves her and will protect her fiercely form anything he thinks could harm her- including herself and those pesky squirrels.

Appearance

Tarentek - Onyx’s Godfather, and a Prince. He was her mother’s closest friend.

Kimili’ka - A Black Widow, and Onyx’s Godmother.

Theme Song:
These patterns represent Impulse...

SharaX - Dust

[Vesuvius00]

"No comprendo nada que está haciendo. I don't understand you."

Erin Céleste

Erin Céleste

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Basic Summary

Name:
Erin Petrona Céleste

Alias:
just Erin

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Birthday:
July 29

Home in the Mortal Realm:
A small town in the south of Spain, near the border with Portugal

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Personality

Personality:
The world is full of stories, voices speaking out, just waiting to be heard. If you listen closely enough, you can learn to speak back to them as well. Erin may seem ordinary and calm when you first meet her, but if you pay any attention at all you’ll soon realize that she sees the world a bit differently than most anyone. Everything has meaning, nothing is an accident, and you can always try to do something to change what might have been fate. At first she is reserved and polite, but as she gets to know someone she begins to let her more eccentric nature show, eventually trying to teach them how to hear the voices too. She has an overall skeptical view of people but an optimistic outlook on life.

Sexuality:
Demiromantic Asexual

Relationship Status:
Single, doesn't really care to mingle

Fears:
Nyctophobia – The fear of darkness, blindness or the inability to see at all.
Sedatephobia - The fear of total silence.
Iatrophobia – The fear of doctors or therapists.

Likes:
Thunderstorms/rain, music/singing, baking/cooking, Tea, and the color green.

Dislikes:
Most "Normal" people, lulls in conversation, people who don't like music, candles or flame, and candies/sweets

Other:
- She loves music and so will sing to herself and the voices, and she tends to hum when she's happy
- She talks to the voices out loud: whispering under her breath to them when she's in public, and gets very animated when she believes she's alone.

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Appearance

Height:
5'6"

Weight:
180-ish

Eye Color:
Green and Gold (See picture above)

Hair Color & Style:
Long Red/Ginger hair kept either down or braided in various different ways

Build:
Mesomorph, non-athletic

Skin Tone:
Caucasian

Style:
She usually dresses for comfort and function rather than looks. T shirts, jeans, and comfy sweaters are very common for her.

Other:
unless you count her gold-flecked eyes and abundant frekcles, there's nothing much to say here.

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Skills

Skilled:
Baking/cooking
Acting
Communication/debate
memory/memorization
Observation/discernment

General:
Singing/dancing
any art form/creative outlet
swimming/running/other similar athletic activities
reading/writing

Unable:
Sensing the mood (and acting appropriately)

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History

Who were you:
Erin was born in the middle of a thunderstorm, the first lights she ever saw were the jagged bolts of lightning outside. The the people of her small town say that’s why her eyes are fragmented between green and gold, the lightning having shattered her soul at birth. The eyes are the windows to the soul after all. Growing up, they all attributed her strange behaviors to this as well. Before the age of 10, she’d gained a reputation as a troublemaker. She would go about town in her younger years and cause all sorts of mayhem, asking questions that ought not be asked and playing pranks, harassing the townsfolk, or at least in their opinions she was. It was never her fault though, they just couldn’t understand why she had to do this. A slight inconvenience is much better than death, after all. They’d never listen when she’d try to explain that. The townsfolk would swear that she had the devil in her.

She can’t recall when she first could hear and speak to the voices, she believes it was before her father died in a fire when she was 7, but thinks it must have been after she almost drowned in the river at age 5. She wasn’t unlucky, or cursed (that she knew of), those things just seem to happen a lot in her town. The voices tell her sometimes who’s going to be in danger next, and sometimes they only tell her that something bad is going to happen in a certain place, and she’ll try to get people to avoid it. Usually the voices are right about something bad happening, but the details are always slightly off, like the time when she was 9 and they told her that the sky would fall down and crush everyone, it was really only chunks of ice that fell accompanied by thunder and lightning. Usually she could try to do something to “save” the people, but if they didn’t listen to her and got hurt anyway they’d blame her for it, claiming that she’d caused their misfortune. Around age 11 she stopped openly trying to act on what the voices told her, and decided that people might trust or believe in her more if she acted more like them, stupid and oblivious to the potential danger of the world around them. She helped her mother run the bakery then, after years practicing she became an almost “normal” girl, unable for an outsider to tell she was different at all. It helped when talking to those that didn’t know her as well, but many of the townsfolk were too wary and untrusting of her even after her change of tactic to believe her at all.

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It was dreary outside as lightning broke the skies, the warm little bakery empty as no one would dare brave the elements on a day like today for simple pastries they could just get later. Erin was cleaning the front room and humming as she swept, at least until a crash of thunder and whispering voice broke her happy tune. The words she thought she’d heard were nonsensical, and she closed her eyes for a moment as she tried to decipher it. After a short while the sound of the rain falling hard on the roof and the thundering outside faded away, and all she could hear was the quiet voice in her mind, until that too stopped. Confused, she opened her eyes again, only to find she was not where she’d ought to be.

Family:
Father - Othello Céleste (Deceased)
Mother - Desdemona Céleste

How did you fall into Fae hands:
... a classic case of "be careful what you wish for."
Her wish was that people would listen to what she tells them.
Well, they do, but they don't really believe her or care at all.
And now, it doesn't really matter.

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Current

Court/Faction:
Property of the Spring Court, but under the care of the Fall Court for now.

What do you plan to do about your situation:
"Oh, I'm supposed to be doing something?"

Possessions:
A cell phone at about 87% battery right now (basically a day of charge left)
An old IPod Nano and headphones (5 days of charge left at normal levels of use. The older Ipods were awesome.)
All the clothes she's currently wearing:
A few hair ties which she's wearing around her wrists like bracelets
One pair of worn but comfortable tennis shoes
One pair of socks
One Pair of Underwear
One Sports Bra
One pair of blue jeans
One graphic t-shirt with the words "Mind on my music, music on my mind" written in bubble letters on the front (in Spanish)
One Black zip-up hoodie with the words "Lisztomania- a need to listen to music all the time." Printed over a graphic of a pair of headphones on the back (In English).

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Name: Desdemona Céleste
Relationship Details: Erin loves her mother, but their relationship is really very shallow. Desdemona leaves Erin to her own devices most of the time and gives her plenty of space, and Erin doesn't really mind that. They are companions at best, and familiar strangers at worst.

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Name: Othello Céleste
Relationship Details: Erin doesn't really remember her father at all, but whenever she thinks about him she gets a warm feeling. She loves him and respects his memory.

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Name: The Collector
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Name: Falk
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Name: Yggdrasil
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Name: Yin
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Name: Kaeleer
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Name: Desdemona
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Name: Yusuke
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Name: Bodil
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Name: Elsa
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Name: Vae
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Name: Melinda
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Name: Noah
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So, she’s not actually psychic or magic or anything, just insane. The “predictions” the voices give her are very vague, however she herself is very observant, noticing patterns and cues as to what might happen next in a series of events the same way we might predict the outcome of a scene in a book or movie given the story told to us so far by the author.

Erin's voices

I'm realizing that Erin has three distinct voices. They don't have 'names' but I'll be calling them Ne, Chi, and Aya.

Ne- Never refers to Erin at all and has a vocal tic: "Ne". Ne offers suggestions based on what is best for those around Erin, and often will place others' well being over Erin's. Conscience. Superego. When Ne is in the hotseat, Erin is more prone to self-destructive behaiviors in favor of helping others. Chi normally choses "Flight" over "Fight" but depending on the situation...

Aya- Refers to Erin as 'you' and has no vocal tic. Aya offers Logical suggestions and reasons based on current situations. Tends to be the middle ground between Ne's way of thinking and Chi's. Empathy. Ego. When Aya has control, Erin is a bit more unpredictabe as to what she'll actually do. Given a "Fight" or "Flight" situation, Erin may just freeze up if Aya is in control.

Chi- Refers to Erin as 'we' and has the vocal tic: "Chi". Chi offers suggestions based on what Erin wants and what is probably best for her, even if they may not be possible. Selfish hopefulness. Id. When Chi's at the wheel, Erin is unfazed by pretty much everything. No "Flight" responses, only "Fight" (Remember though, not every "Fight" is actually a fight).

[Vesuvius00]

Nadia Parnel

"I'm Nadia Parnel. I- I like the woods, and quiet."

Nadia Parnel

Race:
Gemminite

Age:
18

Element:
Fire

Height:
5'4"

Bio:
Nadia's parents were both Fire Gemminites who lived and raised her in a woodland cottage a little ways away from any towns or cities. They preferred the calm solitude that life in the woods offered as opposed to the busy life of a townsperson, and the relative safety of living like this. Her father worked as a merchant and so was away often, trading around the country, while her mother was a seamstress. Nadia eventually picked up the skills of both her parent's trades, learning how to make deals with people and how to make basically anything needed for the home that could be done with a needle and thread.

Nadia grew to be shy and nervous around other people at first, but good-natured enough that she would make friends easily. She didn't spend much time in town, but she was known around as a kind, well-mannered girl. She was taken in a reaping that was happening during a visit into town with her father, when a Drakken who was collecting another girl decided that she was a better catch.

Other:
Though her element is fire, it doesn't seem to reflect in her personality as much as it does others of her element. She is shy and contains her thoughts and emotions very well, she does not call attention to herself on purpose and excels at blending in, at least among Gems. She is kind and gentle towards others, but also very fragile, both mentally and physically- she's afraid to use her power around other people. If someone were to say that Fire Gems are like a campfire or a blazing torch, then Nadia is a lit candle on a calm night.

Dress

Onyx Briyll

"I could explain exactly how I feel about your offer, but, given the vocabulary and disposition you've shown yourself to have so far sir, you would likely only understand that what I say is directed at you, gargantuan brute."

Onyx Briyll

Race:
Gemminite

Age:
18

Element:
Earth

Height:
5'9"

Bio:
A librarian's daughter, her mother died when she was too young to remember, and her father was always busy with work around the city's library, so she was pretty much on her own for most of her childhood. With nothing else to do whenever she got bored, she taught herself how to read. She soon fell in love with the fictions she found, mysteries and adventures all just waiting to be read, feelings and images expressed on paper. She spent as much time as possible in the library, and that's where she was when the Drakkens came for her, lost in a fantasy. She didn't fight being taken at all, but only made one request- that she be allowed to bring her favorite book with her.

Other:
Onyx likes wordplay and writes poetry in her free time, her knowledge of books and fantasy making her very imaginative and childish when she wants to be. This fluidity of emotion and imagination makes it easy for her to come up with ideas and plans on the fly, and she's pretty good at lying too. She pictures herself as if the heroine of one of the novels she loves so much, and her confidence could be her downfall.

Dress

Kendra Riu Bell

"Kendra Bell of Haarahle, m'lord."

Kendra Riu Bell

Race:
Gemminite

Age:
18

Element:
Water

Height:
6'0"

Bio:
Raised on a small Island about 5 miles off the warm Coasts of Gemminia, Kendra's village was one of the few where the Gems refused to acknowledge the Drakkan or Reapings even existed. Kendra's parents never wanted her to fear for anything in her life, and so she didn't. She lived happily, up until the Reaping when the Drakkan finally decided to come to the small Island for the first time in almost 2 decades.

Other:
She's very much a wide-eyed innocent to all the bad of the world. Kendra has no prior knowledge of the Drakken, and she has no Idea how she's going to get through this just yet- but there is one upside: She's not scared, not yet anyway. Her parents raised her to be independent and strong-willed, but also they gave her a sense of trust in the world that will be very hard for anyone to truly break. Kendra believes in people, that they will do the right things, because in her mind everyone is inherently good.

Dress

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Found near the Forests - Nadia Parnel
A pretty little Fire Gem in need of a husband. She definitely won't break your heart- unless you actually treat her nicely, that is. Otherwise she'll eventually gain some courage and attempt to kill you be the perfect wife!

Buried in a Book - Onyx Briyll
A down-to-Earth yet graceful Gem. She has a tendency to speak her mind, but the sharp wit and quick tongue is usually held still behind a sturdy book. She would be a loyal wife to any deserving Drakkan, though if you wish for her to submit to your rule, she must choose you, too.

Washed Ashore by Waves - Kendra Riu Bell
A Water Gem that is a bit less go-with-the-flow and a bit more of a child. She doesn't have any Fear in her heart, and there's a painful amount of hope in her eyes. She'd make a good wife to anyone willing to tolerate her optimist's worldview, and a fun one to break if you're into that. A word of Caution, however: a lack of fear inevitably leads to too much confidence.