[CHAR] Worlds Apart

[Redward]

Tabitha

Name: Tabitha Calvicante

Age: Nineteen

Appearance I:

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Personality: Easy-going but casually caustic, Tabitha has always kept a friendly arm's length between herself and most other people; despite her tendency to dole out unsolicited advice, or take it on herself to get involved in business that does not concern her. She is quite open with her friends, about whatever may be on her mind; but has something of glass-jaw when it comes to trading criticisms. Her personal philosophies, sometimes spouted, are often nebulous and can change depending on her current situation.

Lately, however, she has become more withdrawn...despite trying to maintain her casual demeanor.

She tends to enjoy getting into mischief and spends much of her spare time roaming around Lightbridge; looking for a good way to pass the time. Patient and surprisingly perceptive, if not the most intelligent, she is quick to catch on when someone is trying to get the better of her. Instead of outright seeking revenge, though she is not adverse to direct conflict (albeit, if the advantage is in her favor), Tabitha often plots against those who have wronged her; or resorts to outside forces. Exaggerating the truth (or outright lying) isn't something she shies away from, when dealing with strangers.

Occupation: Part-time con-artist, full-time slacker.

History: "Nah...it's a bad time to talk about alla that. Maybe later, alright? I'm sure ya heard what happened to Will..."

Semblance Type: Enlightened

Semblance Appearance: Seemingly crafted of jade, this Semblance is both jagged and smooth. Cascading outward from slitted eyes are overlapping layers of the crystalline substance, seeming to ripple around the slitted nose to once again become flat; the mouth is similarly glassy, bearing full lips, but bears a small series of scores that seem to indicate scarring. Tapering backwards on each side, it seems to be intended to fully envelop the face and reaches with gentle, cresting tendrils to the sides of the head. The top follows a similar pattern, but slowly slopes upward.

Semblance Abilities:

I Call It 'Stitching'!: Tabitha can heal wounds with physical contact. The longer contact is maintained, the more intense the restoration becomes. Initially, the healing process will be somewhat painful; dulling and finally fading the longer Tabitha maintains focus and contact with the injured.

It's A Fuckin' Wall! Or Two!: Light seems to bend to her will, even where there exists none. Forming first as a circle roughly large enough to shield a standing human being, then expanded, if Tabitha wills, into an incredibly durable translucent wall. While the 'Walls' are active, after their short moment of expansion, Tabitha can manipulate and maneuver them remotely; controlling several at a time. The light its self can not seem to form if something is obstructing it.

Go On, Underestimate Me!: Tabitha is granted an increase in endurance and reflex, though her overall physical strength seems to remain the same. While some would see this as a relatively minor boon, the truth is quite different. Not immediately obvious, but incredibly potent, this ability functions much as her others do; growing stronger with time and each blow she suffers. Once a fight ends, this ability reverts to its base stage.

Appearance II:

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The Quiet Young Man

Name: Names are a temporary distinction. People never remember names. Titles, though, that's a different story.

Age: Shouldn't we have more important things to worry about, if we're so damn finite? So damn small?

Appearance I:

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Personality: I don't talk to people like this, often. I'm usually pretty busy. I guess you could say I've finally started coming out of my shell!

Occupation: I'm a reject. I get it. Don't worry, I know my place.

History: Misremembering? That's what you call it, huh? I know plenty of delusional people. Lightbridge's full of them. I remember exactly what happened. It's pretty hard to forget.

Semblance Type: Masks? Creepy.

Beatrix

Name: Beatrix Ashworth

Age: Seventeen.

Appearance:

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Personality: A gentle, if somewhat impressionable soul; Beatrix does whatever she can to be of help in a situation, even if she does so in near-silence. She tends to throw herself fully at problems, the moment she perceives them, and doesn't think of much else while doing so. Given her impressive stature (~6'1) and considerable physical condition, she often resorts to using force in the most gentle way she can think of.

In her personal life she can be talkative, but struggles to finds 'the right thing' to say. She tends to overthink things, in these scenarios, and can completely lock herself into reserved frustration. For Beatrix things are very much divided by a large, red line. Once that line is crossed, and her patience tested, she becomes quite a different person.

Occupation: Student at Dayglow Academy. Planar anomaly.

Semblance Type: I don't really get that whole thing. Not yet, anyway. I'm...trying. Caretaker Nirvu has been teaching me, a little bit, but I don't think...I don't know if...

III

Name: The name I've been given is 'Three'. I know that's a number, but I like it.

Age: That's a secret!

Inert Appearance:

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Personality: I like to mess around, a lot. That doesn't mean I'm not serious about the things I have to do, though. Just because someone likes to goof off doesn't mean that they're inept or wasting time. Mortals have taught me how to have a good time, and I do; all the time. Er, most the time.

What do you care, anyway? Sheesh. Go away.

Occupation: Personal Assistant to the Ghost Girl and being of immense potential! You looking for her, or something?

History: Ehehehe.

Active Apperance:

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[Letter Bee]

Name: William Ascot

Age: 16

Appearance I:


Personality(Optional): Ascot is someone depressed at the state of today's world, yet is someone who can see the wonder and beauty around him. Although he likes helping people IRL, he can be a...mixed presence on the Internet; he tends to flame people, make aggressive comments short of flaming, and is intolerant of differences of opinion. Online, that is. Offline, he is a kind and courteous person, albeit easily frustrated, lazy, and lacking attention to give to things he isn't interested in.

Occupation: Student.

History (Optional): To be discovered IC.

Semblance Type: Enlightened.

Semblance Appearance (Optional): Just a glowing silvery-white nimbus of light.

Semblance Abilities:

Wings of Light - A silvery-white hard-light construct that takes on the form of wings. These allow Ascot to fly as fast as a helicopter or small plane, and give the required secondary powers (the ability to nullify air resistance, altitude sickness, and shield against flying bugs and birds) needed to ensure his flight goes smoothly.

Ambrosia of Heaven - A silvery-white glowing fluid that can floats in the air and can be moved around Ascot's sensory range at will, and can be changed to three forms:

1.) Healing - This fluid can heal the wounds and sickness of those it touches; it is also edible, and tastes like milk and honey.

2.) Burning - The fluid turns extremely hot and bright, becoming a ranged weapon with versatile and terrible effects.

3.) Absorbing - The fluid turns as soft as silly putty but as firm as steel, able to 'soak' cutting and blunt force in equal measure.

Appearance II:


Fallen Information (Optional): Perhaps we can glimpse the mystery behind this Fallen's fate...

[jdh97]

Name: Stormy Jeans
Age: 48
Personality: In three words: tender, calm, forgiving.
History: “It’s pretty far-out; man… maybe later over tea, yeah?”
Occupation: Reveals secrets hiding in the soul and marks them upon skin with indelible ink; she’s a tattoo artist. Also, a part-time mystic.

Appearance I:
A seemingly ever-present smile is plastered on her round face, underneath a large slope of a nose. Narrow, droopy eyes the colour of almonds sparkle, and above laze unkempt eyebrows. Her hair is the colour of hazelnut shells, and dances in disorderly waves to her lower back. Often she thinks birds might be nesting in it. Fine wrinkles line the corners of her lips and eyes, giving her a rather kindly expression.

Semblance Type: Enlightened

Semblance Appearance:
It’s a visage that might be made from folded waves of the deepest blue polished lapis, in possession of unnaturally bright flecks of gold that one would be forgiven for thinking emanated their own light. A bold brow crashes over two, perfectly circular eye-holes. Towards the lower edges, eight, thick tentacles splay off from just below where the absent mouth might be on such a façade. Two reach back on either side, designed to caress the skull, above and below the ears. The remaining four curve in such a way to hold the chin and trail down the neck. Suckers of exquisite detail cluster around the tips of these wandering appendages.

Semblance Abilities:
“Quit harshing my mellow” – Can reduce or completely negate the sound within a small area or that produced by an individual. Manifests itself as shimmering white light at the edges of its affect, almost like the shadows underneath a rippling pool.

It goes up to eleven – Can take the sound within an area and amplify it. Appears as an aurora of bright greens and orange-reds around the target.

Sugar Magnolia – From her form, emanates supernaturally-calming, ambient sounds and a faint pulsing of violet light. What each individual hears will likely be different, and the sound may well be different each time it is heard.

Don't Think Twice, It's All Right – Creates a glittering stream of pink smokes that chimes with a thousand tinkling bells and smells of sweet and foreign mysteries. When inhaled, pain, both physical and psychological is numbed. It only lasts for five minutes and then needs to be reapplied or it fades quickly over the course of about thirty seconds.

Appearance II:


The colours of her person become more vibrant, and flowers seem to forever weave their way into her hair.

[MechonRaptor]

Saffron Sterling

Name: Saffron Sterling
Age: 17

Appearance I:

Personality:
Saffron can be described as someone who would teach a person to swim by throwing them in water. He’s straightforward, confident, and can be rather blunt if the need arises. But that doesn’t stop him from being rather energetic and almost flippant, having an extroverted nature that allows him to be sociable even in unfamiliar situations. Though, he can be a bit too overconfident and cocky, especially when dealing with circumstances that he believes favor him and the outcome he wants.

However, don’t take his rather lax nature as a sign that he’s ignorant. Saffron can be deceptively mature, having keen insight towards situations along with being a rather quick thinker should he need to be. Along with this, he has his own moral code that he tries his best not to stray too far from, having a decent sense of justice that often overrules his own personal feelings from time to time. He does his best to work hard and continue to push forward, even if it may seem bleak.

As of recently, however, Saffron has grown a tad hostile, being rather cold and distant than his normal self, as if he can’t keep himself cheery. He apologizes when she begins to get rude, quick to leave the situation flustered and upset in himself, and even isolating himself after leaving work. He does his best to smile for those around him, but to those who have known Saffron, it's easy to see that something isn't right.

Occupation: Full time employee at Johnny's.

History: “Ah, come on, now really isn't the time nor the place. Besides, it's hard to talk about yourself when you're not sure who you are.”

Semblance Type: Unfettered

Semblance Appearance: Made from what appears to be an obsidian base, Saffron’s semblance is rather jaded in sheen and jagged in appearance. Covering only his upper face and stopping past the nose, there is a layer of yellow topaz covers her left side, while the obsidian remains on the right. However, there are cracks that run horizontally on both sides, with the topaz cracks revealing obsidian, and yet the obsidian cracks surprisingly reveal topaz.

Semblance Abilities:

- Earthen Resolution: Saffron can summon a pair of giant fists, made from some sort of metal even when there is none around, that hover beside him, generally following his arm movements. These fists are able to withstand more weight and hit harder than Saffron can, essentially allowing him to do tasks that he himself would not have been able to do alone, along with being the source of his other abilities.

- Time for You to Get Rocked!: Saffron crosses his arms in front of him with the palm of his fists facing him, generating around a dozen or so sharpened stones that spin around him metal fists, so 6 on each fist. He can then manipulate them to be cast at a desired location in hopes they'll cause damage, though they aren't’ that big nor travel that fast.

- Face Calamity!: Saffron channels as much power as he can muster into his metal fists, forcing them high into the air as he stays stationary below. The fists above meld together, molding into a metal ball that Saffron can then send down towards a targeted destination in hopes of it colliding with his target and causing massive damage as a final gambit. However, he is quite vulnerable during this, and if interrupted, causes his fists to disappear for a brief amount of time and rendering him rather useless.

Appearance II:

[TaroAndSelia]

Anni

“So many people can look at nature and see chaos. I see a beautiful order, where every blade of grass and crawling insect has its own special place. Everything in all creation has order—even that which we call chaos.”

Anni (less the tail, ears, and sigil… for now.)

AnnMarie “Anni” Parkinson, 15

Personality(Snippet): “Well… I love animals. I was walking home from Academy with Naomi—she’s my best friend—and telling her about all the phrases I’ve heard from the parrots, and I think she was a bit exasperated after all the times I’ve done this (or something like it). She asked if there wasn’t something else I could talk about for ten minutes. And you know, I really had to stop and think about that! I could probably talk about my mom and the vacation we went on together over the summer. I thought about talking about the Ghost Girl, but I know that story scares Naomi. I could talk about God, but every time I’ve done that it leads into me talking about all the animals in the world anyway. And whenever I’ve asked her about boys it ends awkwardly because I haven’t really liked anyone, so it feels like I’m being unfair and only taking her secrets without giving any.

“So I just asked her about the homework assignment from Current Events.”

Occupation: “I’m just starting the 10^th grade, so that’s a lot of my time. After school I go to work at the zoo! I mostly work with the birds, but sometimes Mom lets me help her with our big cats.”

History (Basic): “Lightbridge is the only home I can remember. Mom settled here just before I was born. We’ve been on vacations to other places—California, a Texas dude ranch, the Philippines. (I really want to have my own horse!) But we always come back to our studio apartment where it’s just Mother and me. And she has to work, so… But it’s not bad! We spend a lot of time together! And it’s even better now because I started working at the zoo with her this summer! I’ve been trying to be hired there since I was ten!”

Semblance Type: “Unfettered, I think is what Kyt was called.”

Semblance Appearance: “Well, the mask was almost all white. It had a small, pointed nose like a cat’s. The eyes were reeeeeally narrow, like you would barely be able to see anything out of them, and surrounded by red like eyeshadow. There were two small triangles on the top that reminded me of ears, except they were more symbolizing ears than actually being ears. On the center of the forehead was this… design. Like a tattoo, except on a mask instead of on you. It looked pretty mystical. And the mouth-! It was huge! At first I thought the mask was cracked, but it just has this giant smile that stretches almost from one side to the other.”

Semblance Abilities: “I could feel it right away: the mask made me stronger. I could move faster. I could push harder. I could smell and hear and taste and feel the world in a whole new way, with more clarity and detail than I ever realized I was missing. Did you know that the trees are always talking? They give this really deep, quiet hum.

“All the physical sensations (and changes) overwhelmed me at first, but after I was more accustomed to them I found something else that was… odd. I could feel, or smell, or hear—or all of it together—the carbon around me. I knew it was there like the hair on my head. The grass, the insects, the soil, the other people—I could ‘sense’ all of it, I think is the best word for it. Everything within a few meters, that is; although, I think the range is slowly growing.”

Appearance II:

Fallen Information:

Kyt the Voracious

“That which you consume becomes a part of you.”

The Unfettered knew he was being hunted. Though he had no eyes to see, his ears did indeed hear, and he knew. His mouth split into an impossibly wide smile, every sharp, white tooth visible in the last rays of sunlight.

Spinning around, the fox creature disappeared into the trees, his many tails vanishing so quickly an observer would wonder if there had truly been something there a moment ago.

Kyt needed somewhere to place his ambush. The price of hunting him was that you, in turn, would be hunted. He searched as he ran, feeling the trees, the cover, the very land under his feet without need to turn and look at anything—indeed, unable to do so. As quickly as he moved, he knew his stalker was moving faster, drawing ever closer.

He found it. A small tunnel wound underground. It was certainly far too small for a fox his size to fit inside; thus it was all the more shocking when he dove in headfirst. The ground seemed to almost swallow him, opening its mouth and closing around him again in a tremendous, earthy gulp. Kyt tucked his tails in and turned his body around face the opening. And he waited.

There were no footsteps. There was no rustle of a tree branch. The wind didn’t shift to carry an unusual smell. There was only a perfect and complete silence.

Kyt launched forward, his hind legs propelling him out of the ground and far into the air. The Enlightened wordlessly brought her shield to bear, ready for his attack. The Unfettered’s mouth opened impossibly wide, teeth sinking into the top and the bottom of the round buckler. With a powerful twist of his entire body, Kyt pulled the Enlightened warrior from the air and threw her to the ground. He followed quickly, landing gracefully on his feet and dropping into a defensive crouch.

The warrior burst from the small crater her impact had created, her sword already raised high to slash down. Kyt nimble danced to the side, then again as the knight’s second slash chased after him. Quickly he tried to create distance between himself and the armored soldier, but she pursued as quickly as he evaded.

“Come now, don’t you have any sense of theater? You haven’t given us any time to banter,” the fox purred through a toothy grin.

If the Enlightened heard him, she didn’t respond. She attacked relentlessly, driving him back further and further; yet she never let her sword swing wide, never lowered her shield just an inch. Kyt was disappointed; search as he might, she left no openings in her defense for a counterattack.

“Aren’t you going to spout your reasons for coming after me?” Kyt teased. “To rid the world of a terrible monster!” he cried in mock impersonation, ducking under a vicious crosscut. “Or maybe, To avenge my fallen comrade!” he suggested as the sword cut past his nose close enough to smell the gemstone in its pommel.

Still the soldier made no response. Kyt wondered if this particular machine didn’t even have ears. Such would be terribly characteristic of the Enlightened—to make a killer unable to do anything but that. So very orderly of them.

“It’s a pity,” Kyt lamented, curling into a backflip that brought his tails out of the blade’s path just a hair—no, four hairs—too slow. “I’m not sure I like the idea of making an emotionless errand-girl a part of me. Maybe I just won’t eat you.” Kyt grinned to himself; like that would ever happen. The armor would just take a little extra chewing.

“I really do prefer Unfettered to the Enlightened. They have much better flavor, you see. So many emotions, all marinating the soft, juicy flesh.” Kyt spun around a tree, head down low. The warrior cut right through it, toppling the giant with a tremendous crash. Kyt didn’t waste his opportunity; he dashed under the falling trunk, coming out the top before any but the longest branches had touched the ground.

He was seeking an escape. He came to an abrupt halt and dropped so low the grass tickled his belly; a moment later a giant axe sliced through where his head would have been and cleaved another tree in two. A giant, armored monstrosity of an Unfettered stepped forward, raising the axe for another swing. The Enlightened knight came from behind. Kyt barely rolled to the side as both weapons crashed down.

“Griiinzakk! Kyt hissed through clenched teeth. If the Lord Tyrant had sent his prize destroyer…

“Kyt the Voracious,” the abomination declared in a deep, guttural voice, “you have been deemed a threat to Irriss and a nuisance to the Unfettered Lords. Your sentence is death.” With that, the Unfettered killer lunged forward, bringing his axe down in a powerful arc that left a crater in the ground where Kyt had just been standing.

He jumped again, tucking into a roll, as the Enlightened’s blade stabbed at his new position. Before he could properly regain his footing, Griiiznakk was upon him with another monstrous blow. He leaped as best he could, but the axe cut down the side of his forleg, an unnatural heat burning his flesh the entire way down. Kyt cursed as he backed away from his attackers.

“Both counsels wish to see me dead? I suppose I should count this a great honor.” Though he spoke with his typical arrogant humor, Kyt knew his time had come. He could not fight both of these warriors together—just one would have been a tremendous struggle. He would die here. And odd even to him, that made Kyt smile.

“Will you consume me? I should like to know I live on in the ones who defeated this form.”

“We will not,” the Enlightened declared, her voice clean and crisp.

“Oh, so you can hear me,” Kyt remarked off-hand. “You won't… That, too, is a pity. But it is no matter; my body will rot and be consumed by the ground. The plants will eat the ground, the animals will eat the plants, and so I will continue.”

“You will not,” a third voice declared. So shocked by it was Kyt that he swiveled his head to face the new person. There stood a Caretaker.

“NO!!” Kyt screamed in rage. “You will not make me one of those! I will be consumed! I will continue!”

“You have been deemed a nuisance,” Griiiznakk repeated, a malicious smirk splitting his face. The warriors brandished their weapons, then lunged. Kyt breathed in to scream his outrage, but he knew. With his last moment of existence, Kyt lifted his head and cried to the moon in a long, mournful howl.

Don’t leave me cut off. Let me be reborn in the flesh of another. No matter what… it takes...

[Scarescrow]

Oedipus

Name:Vladimir Hunter/Oedipus Hunter

Age: Twenty three

Appearance I:

Personality:

Vladimir Hunter is a serious person. He dislikes the happiness in the atmosphere, the smile of someone because they receive something that he doesn't. So it is best for everything to be silence. To him, silent is the best tool to bring, the best to use, and the best to work with. So he tends to work alone. Isolate from everything else in this world.
But that can only be applied to Vlad. For Oedipus, he is filled with chaos. He wants to do what he wants. He could give mercy for no reason, only to take it back when he thinks it is better to kill them. The only thing that other can think of him is "the absence of chaos is within him."

Occupation: Fourth year in university, studying in microbiology
History: He ain't talk that much, so unless you are going to steal his record, he won't said anything about his past.

Semblance Type: Unfettered

Semblance Appearance: The Semblance seems to make from tusk and resemble a front face of the human skull. When walking near, there seems to be an odor similar to rotting human corpse.
Semblance Abilities:

Pestilence Creation: Vladimir can create diseases. The longer the creation, the harder to cure and deadlier the disease. He can only create two diseases at the same time. If he is creating a disease and cancel that process, then when he attempts to create the same disease, the process will rewind again from the beginning. Although Vlad can create some diseases that don't require to be transmitted by normal pathogen,

Forbidden Words/ Knowledge: Vlad can create some diseases that don't required to be transmitted by normal pathogen like bacteria or virus. And Vlad knew some long lost words is now spoken in a right tone can create a mysterious disease. But he can't force other to say those word, other must spoke those word as an accident. He can't use this in the real world.

I'm immune : He is only immune to diseases and poison.

The Hive Mind: He can spread his thought in every disease that he ever created as a backup data. So he can reanimate from a sing cell of disease, or regenerate his head for the next three hours. But to reanimate from a single cell would take years if not centuries to construct his whole body and bring him back to life. But that doesn't mean that he can manipulate other.

Appearance II:

[2plus2isnot5]

Kate Owens

Name: Kate Owens

Age: 19, nearly 20

Appearance I:

Hider

Personality(Optional): Kate is quite sensible, and doesn’t take risks. She likes to plan, and she likes it when things go according to said plan, and doesn’t necessarily cope well when things get derailed. She works hard, and she’s good at working hard, and she probably wouldn’t know recklessness if it came and made her sit through a two-hundred slide power-point-presentation on the subject. She knows that Lightbridge university is the first-class ticket she needs to get to the life she wants, and she’s not going to let it go for anything - but with her studies, her job, and her frequent forays into CV-boosting volunteer work, she has a lot of plates spinning and it’s getting hard for her to keep track. She knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to go after it, even if that’s at a detriment to herself.

Kate wears her heart on her sleeve. Regardless of whether she’s happy, sad, or excited about something, she’s more than happy to share with the world - a problem shared is a problem halved, and she’s never known any other way. She gives every relationship in her life her all, and she expects the same from others in return. She’s the kind of person to take everything personally, in part due to her self-esteem issues and accompanying anxiety, and in part because she really does care that much.

Occupation: A second year student studying physics at the university, Kate also works part time at Johnny’s to pay for stuff.

History (Optional): Kate’s a long way from home and not looking to go back any time soon. If asked, she says she doesn’t talk to her Mum anymore, and it’s true - she ignores any calls or emails she gets. All’s anyone needs to know is that she’s in Lightbridge now, and there’s nothing here to hold her back.

Semblance Type: Unfettered

Semblance Appearance: Made from some kind of black material, the semblance is simple in shape and covers the whole face. Around the mouth and eyeholes, jagged spikes that glow brightly erupt outwards, like something ripped its way out from behind. The surface is covered in deep scratches and gauges through which bright light seems to escape.

Semblance Abilities:

Kaboom! - Kate has the power to blow up pretty much anything with the palm of her hand, creating a blast with a radius varying from a few micrometers to about seven meters. Doing this requires a good deal of concentration as well as physical contact - smaller blasts require small amounts of energy but a large amount of concentration, larger blasts require more energy, but less concentration. Using this ability is quite mentally taxing.

Swish! - This is more instinctual than anything else, but she has the ability to become incorporeal for a few seconds. She can’t consciously control this ability, as it happens as an automatic response to kaboom, allowing her to be unharmed by larger blasts.

Fwoosh! - Can create concussive forces that blast her into the air, originating once more from the palms of her hands. Differs from Kaboom! in that Swish! is not also activated at the same time.

Appearance II:

Hider

[Etranger]

Michael Keahi

Name: Michael Keahi

Age: 25

Appearance I:

Hider

Personality: Michael is a chilled out kindof guy. There’s not a lot someone can do to get on his nerves, aside from something he considers overtly morally wrong. He likes to think that people get better with time, and so he tries to show patience even towards everyone. If somebody breaks a less then serious rule, he’s the type that might be willing to forgive and forget quickly, provided it doesn’t happen again. In this way, he’s somewhat naïve, but less out of ignorance and more out of die-hard idealism. Of course, he’s not afraid to put his foot down and get aggressive when he feels something serious is afoot, and when Michael Keahi thinks something serious is going on, you better believe he’s going to put a fast stop to it.

Michael believes firmly in the idea of social responsibility. As a member of a community, he believes you’re supposed to do what you can to support your own people. Once he feels himself embedded into one group or another, he will do whatever he can to advance their common good. Alternatively, he expects others to do the same, and people that are seen to be thinking of themselves will not be in Michael’s good graces. Michael is equal parts a person that will be dedicated to working hard on behalf of his group’s leadership, and one that will be unforgiving if he thinks they’re not acting in the group’s best interests themselves.

Occupation: Police officer

History: Michael grew up in a poverty-stricken community where crime was commonplace. He always idolized the police as a force for good, and hoped to one day become one and clean up the neighbourhood. Eventually, he grew up and joined the force, eager to get started on his life’s dream. Soon enough though, he found the reality of the situation didn’t match his youthful idealism; too often did he find himself handing out tickets for minor offences rather than actually helping anyone in a meaningful way. For a while, he considered quitting, but he made up his mind to stick with the police, determined to make it work somehow. He developed a habit of trying to let a few people off of punishment here and there, which he has been called out for, though has yet to do enough to be discharged for it.

Michael was involved in the investigation into the deaths of Terry and Will in Lightbridge. The police were unable to find anything conclusive to explain their fate, and that left Michael much less than satisfied. Sensing a growing pattern, he was determined to look into it further on his own power. He didn’t know what to make of these rumours about a “Ghost Girl”, and even after the dreams and calls started, he assumed it was just a weird psychological thing, reminding him to look into this further. He would be there, regardless, on September 23rd, to look into the incident privately.

Semblance Type: Enlightened

Semblance Appearance: Michael’s Semblance is shaped like a shield as much as a mask, with squarish eye-holes, and possessing a shiny metallic sheen. On the left side of the mask, the material seems to have been warped, as though burned with acid. The left eye-hole, while unchanged in of itself, appears to take on an almost angry flair by virtue of the warped material around it.

Semblance Abilities:

-Lawbreaker’s End: This is an offensive ability that sends out a piercing line of energy from the Michael’s finger. It is fast moving, but possesses little spread. It can pierce through multiple types of mundane cover, requiring some serious effort to protect oneself from it.

-Fugitive’s Fate: This involves Michael producing two “ropes” of energy that he can shoot forward to wrap around an opponent. The “ropes” are highly durable, and can’t be broken out of without some strength.

-Lawman’s Oversight: Michael can place a sigil on another person that will give him a strong sensation when they are in severe distress. All he gets is a “feeling”, and cannot glean much information other than that said person must be in some form of distress.

Appearance II:

Hider

[Ceta de Cloyes]

Koda Yuhashira

Is this character totally and unashamedly based off the video game Prey? Why yes, yes it is!

Name: Koda Yuhashira

Age: 24

Appearance I:

Face

Personality(Optional): Koda would say his defining personality trait is compassion, and indeed he does love to do a good deed, so much so as to go out of his way to help even a stranger, but his inquisitive nature is most dominant; more than anything, he wants to know, to understand. On the other side Koda might confess his worst trait is his impulsiveness, jumping to a task without any planning or organization, but his elder brother would label him flippant, not fond of taking any situation seriously.

Occupation: Koda works as an Assistant Researcher for the Director of Research of his family's company; the Talos Group. His job requires assembling and tinkering with complicated machines and discussion of complex scientific themes across a wide range of subjects, and though he is intelligent and grew up surrounded by the company's projects, Koda is only in his first month of work and barely staying afloat.

History (Optional): His parents were well off, not quite 'never need to work a day in their lives' rich, but wealthy enough that they could do something big with their money. That something was the Talos Group, founded by themselves and their group of friends almost the second they graduated from college. Their research went into cutting edge technologies like space travel, fabrication, computers, and genetic modification- and, on the sly, human experimentation, mostly on themselves, and then as they grew larger, on quietly collected volunteers.

While Koda enjoyed indulging in research binges on everything from archaeology to artificial intelligences, his elder brother Kenan was far more business savvy, and earned a place in his parent's company effortlessly, with Koda piddling about with his friends heedless of his future. After several years in and out of college, catching a variety of small jobs here and there, Koda acquiesced to his parents' wishes and joined the company as an assistant to the Director at the Talos building in Lightbridge.

Semblance Type: Unfettered.

Semblance Appearance (Optional): The mask does not depict a face, not any obvious visage, but rather something like a piece of a helmet; made of triangles melded together to make an oval-ish covering around the face, akin to a geometrically inspired space helmet, though lacking a back or top. It is dark in color, near black, and fades from near opaqueness at the top, to just enough transparency to barely make out the lower half of the face beneath. At eye level, shining through from the underside of the glass-like triangles, there is a perfect circle of blue light, as if to call to mind a cyclops with just one great big eye.

Mask Inspiration

Here are some images behind the theme of the mask:

Semblance Abilities:

Etheric Form: Koda's body no longer behaves as it normally should, while on the surface it appears normal, it can be made malleable with thought, becoming a shimmering grey-black substance akin to solids, liquids, and gases all at once. The new flesh, even when not out of shape, is still durable, but while exceptionally mutable in both shape and color, the form is also elastic and will always return to the base.

Mindjack: In a word, telepathy, but more complicated than simple and intuitive speaking with the mind and much more like learning an alien language using an imaginary tongue. Koda can perceive thoughts and inject his own into others', but it is a slow skill to learn and foreign thoughts will always be recognizably alien. With significant amounts of training, and enough will, Koda might even be able to fill empty brains with his own thoughts. Necromancy anyone? Let's hope the muscles still work...

Psychoshock: A psychic attack, or an electric attack, he isn't sure... Koda believes he somehow charges and directs his own body's electrical (or psychic) energy to attack a target's physical form, harming their nerves or energy or... something, harming their something. The attack has little effect on inanimate objects beyond causing random momentary glitches in electronics, or simply causing a metal object give anyone who touches it a harmless static shock.

Appearance II: Koda looks much like he did before, only the etheric nature of his form is much closer to the surface. He appears to wisp at the edges, as if dark and slick smoke was rising from his form, the substance shimmering like shadowy liquid but wafting quietly like slow steam, and constantly in motion, almost like snakes or tentacles crawling in a shadow. At any moment it looked as if the darkness at his edges would collapse inwards and all that would be left was a maw of writhing black... but for now there was a human before the shadow, even if the scleras of his eyes were deep red.

Fallen Information (Optional): Nofec was a hunter, and a killer, selfish and hungering. They were not evil, though many would name them such, they simply couldn't care for others, they were incapable of empathizing, and thus addressed only the wants and needs of themself, and foremost among those needs were a deep ache for more. The more they ate, the more they grew, the more they knew, the more they were, and as a being who recognized only itself, growing more was the only way to feel less alone.

Consuming everything and everyone in sight however, was not conducive to making friends and staying alive, and so Nofec was forever silenced after only days of life.

Nofec

[Daft Monarch]

Zoe Ascot

Name:
Zoe Ascot

Age:
21

Appearance I:

Full

Face

Most of Zoe's body is covered in light, intricate tattoos; a veritable tapestry of Stormy Jeans' finest work. Often hidden beneath warm clothing, the tattoos extend from her feet to her collar bone, flowing down to her wrists. Not everyone gets to see all the designs, but a friend need only ask for a story.

Personality:
Quiet, but generally friendly when approached, Zoe doesn't tend to give much of her true self away, not to just anybody. She keeps a tight, calm lid on otherwise volatile emotions, trying to learn from past mistakes and generally just be a nicer person. As much as she can, Zoe tends to just go with the flow, a facade feeding off the energy she gets from others. That said, she's a strong advocate for the underdog, not shy about standing up to those who revel in their own superiority complex at the expense of others. Don't be the one that knocks the lid off.

Occupation:
Assistant at Stormy's Tattoo Parlour.

History:
Woah there buddy, we aren't friends. What's your story?"

Semblance Type:
Unfettered

Semblance Appearance:
Polished aquamarine scales overlap across the entirety of an oval half mask, reaching from the forehead to above the lips. Here the mask ends, an open space left in the shape of an inverse 'v' that leaves the mouth and chin revealed. Cutting vertically through the center is long metallic plate, cresting upwards as it splits into two curved horns. Tapering downwards it reaches far enough to just cover the nose.

Traveling in two parallel ridges above and below the black opal encircled eyes rise shifting metallic spikes along with larger, similar gleaming arrowhead shaped protrusions lining the edge of of the mask, all the same silvered metal.

Deep within the shrouded eye sockets swirl dark orbs of spinning, mercurial clouds. Intermittent sparks of golden blue light arc through the shifting masses, illuminating them from within.

Inspiration

Semblance Abilities:
Weather Manipulation: Whatever the potential for this ability may be, may be. At this stage however Zoe's affinity is for the surging power of lightning, though an unexpected gust tends to spring up around her if she's in a bad mood. That is to say, she dabbles in aeromancy, just with less focus.

Eye of the Storm: Channelling the power of a tempest into oneself takes it's toll on one's body, but doing so leads to some remarkable potency. Zoe suddenly becomes a bright flashing, sparking image of herself as the air around her becomes harder to breath and winds that possibly hadn't existed before begin whipping around her. Impossibly fast, she seems to teleport rather than run, flickering around the room before making a choice. The hairs on the back of your neck rising with static the only indication of the choice made.


Appearance II:
The tattoos spread across Zoe's body begin to change form, shifting into complex patterns, runic almost. The ink becomes a golden blue river of electricity flowing through and around a constant stream of slow moving pale clouds, like veins pumping celestial blood. If one happened to look deep into Zoe's eyes, they'd see there spinning, dense, mercurial clouds, flickering with lightning.

Fallen Information:

Akizuraijin

[Fourze]

Adan Taylor

Name: Adam Taylor

Age: 20

Appearance I:

Hider

Personality: A kind hearted idiot, Adam has a very bright and naive view of the world. This view of the world and his kind persona makes him really easy to be manipulated and taken advantage of without him ever noticing. Adam gives his 100% at everything he does and is bullheaded enough to try and try again until he succeeds or get distracted in another matter. His ability to keep trying without getting frustrated makes him very hard to anger, though these days he has been getting in a lot of heated arguments many of which almost end up in a physical confrontation before they were stopped.

Occupation: The delivery guy for Johnny’s. (Though he usually helps around the restaurant since not many people call the restaurant)

History: “I don't think anything really important has happened for me to mention it”

Semblance Type: Unfettered

Semblance Appearance:

Hider

Semblance Abilities:
“The ultimate warrior”: Adam has inherited some of the abilities the Onyx dragon had when he was alive, namely his scales and his ability to breathe fire. While his skin doesn't look any different than before it has become as hard as rock. Adam can also release and control a smoke like substance from his mouth that doesn't do anything until it is ignited, then it becomes a huge fire that is controlled by Adam's will.

“The one who walks the path of the Heavens”: Despite not having any wings the Onyx dragon was capable of soaring through the skies like his winged brothers and this gift has been passed down to Adam, allowing him to fly freely and as fast as a helicopter.

“Those who don't fight won't survive”: Adam gains mastery of any type of weapon he is currently holding, fighting as if he had been practicing with it for years with it. This does not give him the physique or stamina to properly use that weapon, just the knowledge on how to use it.

Appearance II:

Hider

Fallen Information:

Onyx Dragon

A long time ago the old Onyx dragon roamed through the land of Irriss, challenging any being that came across to fight him with the objective of finding someone as strong as him. The Onyx dragon fought to live and lived to fight, with the power of his might and anger surpassing any of the beings at the time. Many of the unfettered ones tired of his pointless and destructive quest banded together and decided to put an end to him. Luring him into an ambush they used their combined strength to overpower him push him into the bottom of a deep pit, covering the entrance not long after pushing the Onyx dragon there. The injuries received on the ambush left him unable to fly and doomed him to slowly bleed out to death. His screams of impotence were heard for three days in the surrounding area until the old Onyx dragon died trapped in there, never meeting someone who could defeat him.

[Viatos]

Name: Tristan Traeger

Age: Twenty one

Appearance I:

Personality:

Tristan is friendly but jaded, an amiable nihilist, a dreamer both sad and thankful to have been so rudely awakened. He's always just a little bit submissive, never showing force when he can stand to go with the flow, always happy to play the game, play along, to humor and to validate. He takes the shape of the world around him and remembers his own only occasionally, in moments of terrible clarity, shining and sharp as broken glass. He used to be different, but then again, didn't everyone? He used to believe he was destined to save the world.

But then again, didn't everyone?

Occupation: Student of sin, New Age charlatan

History:

Tristan came to Lightbridge just a few years back, bright-eyed missionary child of the Way of Light's charismatic messiah and his favorite chorister. The Way of Light had long since slipped past the boundary that separates church from cult, and his sending was more a rival's power play than a show of trust, but he didn't really understand all that at the time. All he knew was he had been chosen! Such a big mission. So serendipitous, this city with its synonym for a name, this new adventure for mankind, for him...!

He didn't come alone, of course. Lance (short for Lancelot; all the kids had knight names, or lady names, to help armor and isolate them in the irreverent world) was his best friend, almost a brother. Sir Wolfgang, he was a little less sure of; older, iron-eyed, too quick to smile and too knowing a smiler. Someone who Tristan couldn't help but think of as, well, worldly.

And he was worldly, was Wolfgang. He liked to drink and start nasty fights, usually after he said something about someone, about their family, usually a woman or a kid. He always met eyes when he said these things, and that was when his smile was widest. Wolfgang had huge, heavy hands, and so these fights often went his way, and never mind the one he'd been steadily losing for the soul of the boys in his charge. But one day a fight didn't go his way. Someone broke a bottle, not a first time, and then they broke Sir Wolfgang, which was. Tristan wasn't there, but during the trial it turned out someone caught it all on cellphone. Several someones, actually.

They were supposed to be invincible. That was the secret truth that had kept them all together, the heart of the Way of Light, that bad things couldn't really happen to them - not really. God would test them - [i][color=82ca9d]was Sir Wolfgang my test?[/i][/color], but in the end they would prevail, it was their destiny. They all had destinies. They were going to save the world. But watching the trial, listening to the defendant, to their tearful lover, Tristan realized that was probably what just about everyone believed. He realized that Sir Wolfgang hadn't been special, and neither was he. They were none of them invincible.

He wrote a letter back home, left it with Lance, who seemed more betrayed by Tristan than by the death of their guardian. Lightbridge had opportunities, and Tristan took advantage of them. Made his way. At least at first. Then he got tired, and so he drifted a little, disconnected, settled. At least for a while. Then he got tired...and so on. Today he's a vagrant. That's not quite the same as being broke, mind you - he makes it okay, mostly out of the pockets of a certain kind of starstruck bubble-tea-and-power-balance mystic, and he even has an office of sorts, with two chairs and everything. He's eating, anyway. When he wants to. He's pretty thin now.

And then the dying started - and with the dying, the rumors about the Subway Ghost Girl, the whispers - and then someone he knew was gone, and for some reason he just had to know the truth. A nightmare, maybe, or a memory from the bad old days. Some sermon stuck in his brain that caught ahold of his imagination and wouldn't shake loose again. the He went looking, and something looked back, something that looked like a ghost but wasn't, because there's no such thing as ghosts. Was it an accident, just dumb luck that Tristan heard the call? Had to be. Like ghosts and gods and promises kept, there's no such thing as destiny.

Semblance Type: Enlightened...?

Semblance Appearance: A full, curving mask of emerald and carbon-black crystal, split in five places along a star-shaped fracture to reveal bright gold and dark iron in the form of moving clockworks suggestive of living eyes. Four exquisite silver horns extend delicately around the Semblance, colorful ribbons hanging from each.

Semblance Abilities: Names shamelessly stolen from Exalted. Concepts shamelessly stolen from the Book of Genesis.

Once, the Fallen known as Kiarrine was a truly Enlightened artisan-architect among her kind - but that was long before her Fall. Those powers, today, are lost. This Semblance remembers only her ending, the huntress with bared teeth and rolling eyes, treacherous quartermaster to an army she hated and feared almost as much as its enemies.

Constructive Convergence of Principles: With rite and blood sacrifice - usually his own - Tristan can plant the seed of one of Kiarrine's mobile command posts, which will promptly begin extending a creep of holographic blueprints and the suggestions of Enlightened geometry. Over time these diagrams warp surrounding patches of landscape or containing structures into a strange, but beautiful, pseudomechanical "garden" of responsive clockwork tendrils and equipment-groves. Such gardens offer shelter, sustenance, surveillance, and armory within their confines, all that a madling angel would need to fight a one-way war against the shadows she saw from the corners of her eyes. This is not an effective power for crisis situations - it can offer up a single tool, fruit, or camera-vine in a few moments, but its full offering requires at least a day of guided construction, and considerably longer when overtaking large structures. If the seed at the heart of the garden is uprooted and destroyed, everything else goes with it. Explosively. If not maintained regularly by blood and prayer after reaching full bloom, they'll initiate a controlled collapse at the same rate they were built.

Ego-Infused Pattern Primacy: The fruits born of the Semblance offer sustenance and strength, but come at disturbing cost. Each provides a full meal's nourishment, the accelerated clarity of an amphetamine high, and an unchecked access to adrenaline or equivalent biomechanical systems of a body. They have only two side effects, but each is significant: first, users will dream in externally-visible holographics, which can be interfaced by a garden to affect their content. Second and more importantly the fruits usurp addictions - physical and psychological, harmless as sugar or deadly as suicidal obsession - taking over their effects and turning them towards the fruits themselves.

Precision Thought-Force Exercise: It is the way of Chaos to play monster, to confront every problem with overwhelming power and tear to shreds or devour whole all that can be, losing much of value in the process. It is the way of Order to approach even obstacle with exactly appropriate measures. Tristan's powers and their benefits scale with the degree to which he's outnumbered or outmatched. It was by cultivating this ability that Kiarrine nourished her delusions of one day standing as gaoler over all the hateful hordes of the Unfettered and her traitor compatriots...but like any power it has its limits. It feeds on hostile intent and living will, and cannot activate against mechanical or lifeless opposition, against enemies unaware of or not primarily focused on the user, or against those without definite desire to harm or kill - self-defense or efforts to subdue trigger nothing. Even efforts to subdue with future malice are exempt.

Appearance II:

The Fallen: Kiarrine, the Silver Gift, was once as kind and trusting as she was brilliant, and she WAS brilliant. She built such grandiose wonders as the Sundust Sanctuary and the Path of Laughter, but she was best-known - once - for the peerless pleasure garden orrerry known as Kiarrine's Starcatch.

One day, it was burned to the ground.

Kiarrine could not fathom the evil of this, and in trying some small and sacred thing at the heart of her strained, and creaked, and snapped. She became other than she was, and it is terrible indeed to see a servant of Order lose their purpose and their way. She decided that if her greatest design could be sundered by Chaos - for surely it was the work of some Unfettered that undid her - then nothing, no one, could be above suspicion, or corruption, or ruin. She devoted her delicate hands to constructing war-hutches and boltholes, filling these places with paranoid data-dumps and terrifying schemes to purge and restore the Enlightened to what she believed was true Order, unaware of how far from grace she was falling.

Her end was a mercy brought about by three who had once loved her: a soldier she had brought peace, a cruel soul she had been kind to, and a small-minded one she had shown wonders. They only meant to keep and heal her, but they underestimated her insane resolve, and where the last garden of Kiarrine once grew there is only gray ash and scorched earth today.

[Cacophony]

A Character Sheet, you say?

A Dapper Young Lad

Name: Name? I must inform you that such knowledge is... privileged, madame.

Age: Are you going to ask my shoe size next? I'm sorry, but I'm really not your type.

Appearance:

[+]

Personality: Tested, at the moment. I don't usually share so much about myself with anyone, at all. But I suppose telling you that I keep to myself does, in some strange way, begin to answer your question, doesn't it? Curious.

Occupation: Sticking up for the underdog. Or something. I have old money, and I have my Steinway grand. What I "do" beyond that is really none of your business, is it, my dear?

History: That thing they say is written by the winners? I've been places. I've done things. None of it matters, though. Only him.

Semblance Type: Masks are so last-century; get with the times. Pocketwatches are cooler.

[Mammon]

Name: Zino Bertran

Age: 27

Appearance I:

A Humble Reflection

Personality: Zino is strong-willed and dutiful: working hard and staying focused on his goals. Highly determined, he strives to meet his obligations. His word is a promise, and a promise means everything. Zino would rather run himself into the ground with extra days and lost sleep than fail to deliver the results he said he would. He believes that order is accomplished best when everyone involved knows exactly what is going on and why. He rarely tolerates unclear guidelines and people who break established rules undermine this effort. Structure and rules foster dependability; chaos creates unforeseen setbacks and missed deadlines. His strong work ethic allows him to apply himself to a variety of situations, picking up and applying new data and grasping the details of challenging situations as a matter of course. Zino believes in brutal honesty at all costs. Emotional manipulation, mind games and reassuring lies all run counter to his preference for managing the reality of the situations he encounters with straightforward candor.

However, these traits can make him stubborn, insensitive, and judgmental. While not intentionally harsh, his love of factual decision-making and veracity can wound the emotions of those more sensitive. Zino is unlikely to respect people who disagree with those facts--especially those who remain willfully ignorant of them. He finds it difficult to accept that he was wrong about something, and struggles to admit any failure with grace. His strong desire to adhere to the rules makes him reluctant to bend those rules or try new things, even when the downside is minimal. All this can combine to make Zino Bertran believe he is the only one who can see tasks through reliably, which can lead him to believe the responsibility for the success of events is his alone to bear.

Occupation: Classified

History: Classified

Semblance Type: Enlightened

Semblance Appearance:

Innate Visage

As simple white mask designed to cover the entire face.

Semblance Abilities: Chronomancy

• Temporal Administration - Allows for a single target to be made slower or faster in their actions, reflexes or abilities.
• Instantaneous Direction of Will - Teleports the user and those in contact with the user to any other place in visual range instantly.
• Dimensional Control - Creates a pocket-sized portal to private storage dimension.
• Manipulation of Permanence - Causes a single effect or ability to be permanent as long as Zino can maintain concentration.

Appearance II:

Glorious Perdition

Fallen Information: Classified

[cantmiss]

Name: Fred Bell

Age: 20

Appearance I: Average height, thin runner's build, blue eyes and short curly brown hair, premature laugh-lines around his eyes, high cheekbones, likes to wear colourful jackets, wears (needs) plain wire frame glasses.

Personality: bubbly, free-flowing, just a bunch of water puns.

Fred typically is determined, finding a task or goal and fixating upon it, and is very loyal to his friends. He has great self control and is good at hiding his emotions, but generally feels a high degree of empathy and likes to share his thoughts and feelings if he can, rather than bottling them up. He tries to (and succeeds in) see(ing) the funny side in all things, but can generally tell when not to laugh, and won't let this get in the way of solving a problem. He can laugh at himself and be honest about his own flaws, but at the same time places strong importance on whether or not people respect him and the respect he has for them.

Occupation: Student

History: "It's all footnotes to getting this magic mask."

Semblance Type: UNFETTERED

Semblance Appearance: A simple oval shaped mask, made of a thin layer of water that holds its form until pressed onto a face; it will burst like a water balloon (minus the balloon, so... like water) when put on, followed by Fred's whole body and anything on him.

Semblance Abilities: the water type that fire is super effective against

Like the waters: Fred can dissolve his body into water (and reform it!). His clothes and possessions on his body come with him, there are limits to what can take, his wallet goes with him but a car would not, the bacteria in his stomach would but a dog would not, a stick would, but if that stick is the railing of a building, at some point it gets cut off and he doesn't take that with him too. In this form he is not an inanimate puddle, instead he can project his body with substantial speed and pressure. Mainly this grants him mobility and durability, but there are some offensive applications too.

Water tension is magic; can scale most surfaces in his water form, any material that is not hydrophobic and is not hot enough to evaporate water on contact can be climbed at the same speed water would run down it

Can't keep this damp out!; can squeeze through gaps, valves, vents, etc with ease, anything that isn't waterproof and water impermeable, he can soak through a brick wall but not one with plaster too, a shirt but not skin

Hose free; can project his water form as if he was connected to (and being propelled by) a pressure washer, letting him move fast in hops and smash and abrade targets, identical in effect as if his form was literally being drawn upon by a high powered hose, maximum effort would be akin to a firetruck hose

I can turn into water...; Fred as a human, can't drown or fall below healthy levels of hydration or catch hypothermia

Ever tried to shoot a puddle?; bullets, blunt trauma, knives etc are utterly ineffective at harming him, except via pushing bits of him away from his control, so sustained machine gun fire would still pose a threat but generally normal methods of killing people will not work

Dripped from the same puddle; he doesn't need to be continuous, he can separate parts of himself, and in normal activities this will happen, i.e. splashes and bubbles breaking off in rapid movement, so long as his constituent parts are still liquid and still within say 30ft of the farthest part (15ft radius circle essentially)

Puddles can die: upon transforming he starts at just above freezing temperature and cannot drop below this, exposure to high temperatures (be that hot weather, a house fire or flamethrowers) will heat and eventually begin to evaporate his form as if he were normal water, he can counteract this by drawing water vapour in from the air but this by necessity becomes less effective the warmer he gets. Significant evaporation (beyond a certain threshold) will mean he can't turn back without sustaining random injury proportional to what is missing (chunks of his body missing so very likely to be crippling or fatal) so he will either need to find a body of water or risk it to turn back.

People are 80% water, water is 0% a person: there is no time limit on using his water form, but anything more than a couple minutes using it and he will begin to rapidly succumb to the Essence, losing track of what he was doing and who his friends and enemies are, his memories and personality, his ability to communicate with people and to see himself as one of them. This is reversible upon transforming back, reverting at the same rate that he is lost to the Essence.

Appearance II:

Appearance

about this much, generally spreads out into an amorphous blob but can draw himself into a roughly humanoid form or just let himself flow naturally into a puddle

Fallen Information: an entity akin to an ocean spirit or water elemental, to a human it is fully alien in desires, goals, personality and way of thinking. The Essence lacks that personality, but when Fred is essentially taking on its form, his mind and his that body are so alien that his personality can become lost in the alien format and fall apart.