A Lowly Wretch

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Mike Morel

Full Name: Mike Morel

Nicknames/Aliases: Casual Mike, Rot-Breath.

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Gift: Revolting Blood.

Loyalty: Liberty, Homeland Protection.

Description:

He is a pretty average individual, something not seen as a drawback in Libertian society. He stands at six feet tall weighing one hundred and sixty pounds. His is a thin frame, a naturally slender sort. His hands meet at a happy medium between strong and dextrous, his fingers long but not fragile. His face is fairly good looking, nothing worth putting on the front of a magazine but alright enough. His raven black hair is just a little bit longer than the regulatory board's stated ideal length for men's standard hair cuts. His eyes are simply black in everything but the sclera, the most visibly unusual trait about him visible outside the skin.

He dresses in the standard Libertian uniform for his post. Outside of work he wears standard Liberty civilian attire, a preference for the more monochrome selections.

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Personality:

He's just an overall friendly guy, if a little strange.

Mike is a casual fellow, taking everything in good stride. He rolls with each failure and celebrates his victories while he can before setting forward. While he is professional enough to do the work that's expected of him he takes it easy whenever feasible. He's pretty optimistic overall, though what he takes away as good in a situation can often be seen as a little strange.

He has often been accused of being a strange guy. He is veritably unflappable in almost any circumstance. His capacity for what is considered too strange is nearly fathomless. There is no scene too gory, no crime to abominable to dampen his stride. While that is not to say he is without morals he prefers to try and see all sides of an issue, reserving his judgement and attempting to act without too much bias. He prefers to talk over fighting but it seems he's been deemed more suitable for this current line of work so he goes for it all the same. He does hold a fair interest in transmission technology despite the vocation the state has chosen for him.

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Skills:

Let's start with his blood. His blood is a gruesomely horrible substance simply in how unpleasant every aspect of it is. Its color is pitch black with runny red splotches to be found mixed in. Its consistency is like that of spoiled milk, parts thin and runny while other parts are mucous. Also like spoiled milk some parts contain spongy lumps of congealed which sit in his blood stream naturally like this despite how these qualities would cause a surplus of complications in other people's bodies.

It's smell is truly frightful. It's several factors worse than the sickly sweet aroma of rotting corpses with greater clinging power than the cloying smell of a skunk's discharge. The smell of his blood can turn the stomachs of even those with the most formidable of constitutions and it has in the past incapacitated people from the sheer strength of it's stench.

Though many would not believe it so, his blood's taste is even worse than it's smell. The juice of his veins is fully toxic, unfit for consumption by basically any living creature. His blood can kill most organisms if it is utterly determined to swallow it. Not only is it deadly but for those who survive they will be tasting nothing but the revolting taste of his blood for nigh unto a year.

Lastly for his skills he's currently training in firearm use and Liberty security protocal. He's working on familiarizing himself with the tools of the job. He's got some knowledge of transmission technology and can even apply a bit of that know-how to mechanical repair. He has in the past built a radio from spare parts.

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Weaknesses:

His primary weakness is that he can only consume food that is infested with fungus. If he attempts to eat uncontaminated food his stomach will be thrown into revolt and he will soon regurgitate it. This makes his diet very particular and he's had to rely on breath fresheners to avoid workplace complaints due to the bad breath his meals create.

Aside from that he can sometimes be a bit strange which circumstantially may or may not be a bad thing.

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Brief History:

Mike's mother worked in the genetics sector down in The Bloodworks, the less official term for her subdivision. Her gift was the ability to sweat a potent contact hallucinogen. She was moving along fairly well in her career but unfortunately a couple of her co-workers snagged the recent promotion available. Unfortunately due to this her projected momentum was extended past the date where she'd exceed appropriate age for reproduction. As such there was a definite push from above for her to enter herself as available in the genetic matching algorithm.

It didn't seem all too bad at the time. The system was supposed to match her with a mate with the most optimal genetic compatibility, something she had mistakenly assumed meant they would appeal to each other as well. It was much to her severe disappointment when she met her mate.

He was a strange amorphous blob of flesh with many eyes and several sets of teeth, no humanoid shape to really speak of. He was also employed in the genetics sector under the chemical engineering division. His gift was, aside from leaving him a shifting pile of living bio-goo, the ability to manually synthesize chemicals within himself.

After a couple years and a sizable number of failed appeals Mike was born. Though his odd digestion issues offered a bit of turbulence Mike lived the life of the average Libertian child. His family were hoping to see him enter genetics like them however the aptitude test selected him for Homeland Protection instead. Alas they were still supportive. Having grown into a young man he now enters the world of Homeland Protection as a new trainee.

Other: Nothing currently.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Here's my Liberty Agent.

Mike Morel

Full Name: Mike Morel

Nicknames/Aliases: Casual Mike, Rot-Breath.

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Gift: Revolting Blood.

Loyalty: Liberty, Homeland Protection.

Description:

He is a pretty average individual, something not seen as a drawback in Libertian society. He stands at six feet tall weighing one hundred and sixty pounds. His is a thin frame, a naturally slender sort. His hands meet at a happy medium between strong and dextrous, his fingers long but not fragile. His face is fairly good looking, nothing worth putting on the front of a magazine but alright enough. His raven black hair is just a little bit longer than the regulatory board's stated ideal length for men's standard hair cuts. His eyes are simply black in everything but the sclera, the most visibly unusual trait about him visible outside the skin.

He dresses in the standard Libertian uniform for his post. Outside of work he wears standard Liberty civilian attire, a preference for the more monochrome selections.

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Personality:

He's just an overall friendly guy, if a little strange.

Mike is a casual fellow, taking everything in good stride. He rolls with each failure and celebrates his victories while he can before setting forward. While he is professional enough to do the work that's expected of him he takes it easy whenever feasible. He's pretty optimistic overall, though what he takes away as good in a situation can often be seen as a little strange.

He has often been accused of being a strange guy. He is veritably unflappable in almost any circumstance. His capacity for what is considered too strange is nearly fathomless. There is no scene too gory, no crime to abominable to dampen his stride. While that is not to say he is without morals he prefers to try and see all sides of an issue, reserving his judgement and attempting to act without too much bias. He prefers to talk over fighting but it seems he's been deemed more suitable for this current line of work so he goes for it all the same. He does hold a fair interest in transmission technology despite the vocation the state has chosen for him.

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Skills:

Let's start with his blood. His blood is a gruesomely horrible substance simply in how unpleasant every aspect of it is. Its color is pitch black with runny red splotches to be found mixed in. Its consistency is like that of spoiled milk, parts thin and runny while other parts are mucous. Also like spoiled milk some parts contain spongy lumps of congealed which sit in his blood stream naturally like this despite how these qualities would cause a surplus of complications in other people's bodies.

It's smell is truly frightful. It's several factors worse than the sickly sweet aroma of rotting corpses with greater clinging power than the cloying smell of a skunk's discharge. The smell of his blood can turn the stomachs of even those with the most formidable of constitutions and it has in the past incapacitated people from the sheer strength of it's stench.

Though many would not believe it so, his blood's taste is even worse than it's smell. The juice of his veins is fully toxic, unfit for consumption by basically any living creature. His blood can kill most organisms if it is utterly determined to swallow it. Not only is it deadly but for those who survive they will be tasting nothing but the revolting taste of his blood for nigh unto a year.

Lastly for his skills he's currently training in firearm use and Liberty security protocal. He's working on familiarizing himself with the tools of the job. He's got some knowledge of transmission technology and can even apply a bit of that know-how to mechanical repair. He has in the past built a radio from spare parts.

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Weaknesses:

His primary weakness is that he can only consume food that is infested with fungus. If he attempts to eat uncontaminated food his stomach will be thrown into revolt and he will soon regurgitate it. This makes his diet very particular and he's had to rely on breath fresheners to avoid workplace complaints due to the bad breath his meals create.

Aside from that he can sometimes be a bit strange which circumstantially may or may not be a bad thing.

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Brief History:

Mike's mother worked in the genetics sector down in The Bloodworks, the less official term for her subdivision. Her gift was the ability to sweat a potent contact hallucinogen. She was moving along fairly well in her career but unfortunately a couple of her co-workers snagged the recent promotion available. Unfortunately due to this her projected momentum was extended past the date where she'd exceed appropriate age for reproduction. As such there was a definite push from above for her to enter herself as available in the genetic matching algorithm.

It didn't seem all too bad at the time. The system was supposed to match her with a mate with the most optimal genetic compatibility, something she had mistakenly assumed meant they would appeal to each other as well. It was much to her severe disappointment when she met her mate.

He was a strange amorphous blob of flesh with many eyes and several sets of teeth, no humanoid shape to really speak of. He was also employed in the genetics sector under the chemical engineering division. His gift was, aside from leaving him a shifting pile of living bio-goo, the ability to manually synthesize chemicals within himself.

After a couple years and a sizable number of failed appeals Mike was born. Though his odd digestion issues offered a bit of turbulence Mike lived the life of the average Libertian child. His family were hoping to see him enter genetics like them however the aptitude test selected him for Homeland Protection instead. Alas they were still supportive. Having grown into a young man he now enters the world of Homeland Protection as a new trainee.

Other: Nothing currently.

Gods: Redux: a Deity RP (FULL)

Oao

Stealth is key.

Such is the life of the ods. The pale claws of an od grip his hand-hold well, hoisting him upwards despite the great weight of his back satchel and weapon. Strung to his back with a spider silk cloth strap was a long pole, the grip to the small cannon head which hung from what was basically a belt tied around the hip. Upon his back sat a bag slung parallel to it's weapon grip, half full with alchemical supplies. Despite his small size he carried himself nimbly up the rock face, quietly creeping up so as to not draw any unwanted attention.

This particular od was on a trip to gather some materials for alchemy among other things. His current bounty was a particular type of root which reached deep, deep enough that it even reached as far as their distant little slice of the world. These roots were sought after as a delicacy of their people, something which adds flavor to their otherwise bland diet of moss and bat meat.

As he reached the top, the tunnel leveling out horizontally, he proceeded with caution, his frame low to avoid the notice of predators which may potentially be hanging overhead. Though they dined on bats for the occasional feast more often than not it was the bats which dined well for these winged mammals had a taste for the warm blood of the ods and the size enough to carry a fully grown human off in it's grip, let alone an od. Luckily for this one there were none down this particular junction.

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The prize was in sight. Climbing up the side of the tunnel to reach at the roof the od clung tight, holding himself steady as he produced a long tool with a sharp scissor-like end for clipping the roots which poked out from above. Just as he was about to clip off a single portion of the root a piercing scream rang out from deep within the tunnel. This scream though similar in tone to the squeaky language of the ods possessed an unnatural reverberation, distinctly distinguishing it as the sound of something that was distinctly non-od.

As the scream carried the od did flee, leaping from the wall to the floor and bolting down the way it came, taking only enough time to avoid tripping over the tail of it's distinctly sapphire blue spider silk coat. He stalled before the deep descending downward tunnel, clambering over the edge and scurrying down the side of the winding hole.

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Oao sat upon the cold damp stone, it's scream still echoing distantly. It did not need air but it's chest did heave, it's heart beating with the rapidity of a rabbit's own. It's eyes as dark as the void were wide with fear, darting quickly around to confirm reality. It was alone, this now was made certain.

"A-a-a-a lady!? A vision? No, a dream! A dream? I-i-i-i don't dream!? No sleep! I don't sleep, I haven't slept since I-uh-i-i- um."

It looked down at it's bony little fingers, counting on them until it realized it's fingers don't count past four.

"Mu-mu-more than I can count... Why did I doze? How did I doze? And who was that!? A person, a lady figure... Lady figure... Who... I don't know. I don't know. I cannot trust, I- I cannot trust them. Not until... Not until I know."

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It gripped it's head, it's fingers scrunching up it's surprisingly smooth and silky hair as it clutched it's skull, the small thing rocking back and forth until a gentle pair of hands gently set themselves upon it's shoulders. It knew the owner of these thin ink black hands for it was a dark form, living darkness given shape by Oao's own will. The form of darkness gently held Oao in it's arms, softly petting it's long black hair.

"Now now Oao... You are safe. No one knows you are here. You are safe."

The faint, whispery voice was Oao's own. It was extending it's voice through the dark form to speak to itself, to usher words of comfort from the closest thing to a friend it could trust. When it was finally coaxed into a state of relaxation it finally released the mass, the darkness returning from whence it came. Oao now stood, Reaching out to scan the many tunnels and caverns that comprise it's lands through small nodules of darkness. It's vision split into a compound state through which it was able to see through each and every available nodule simultaneously. The echoes of thousands upon thousands of caverns filled it's rather elfin ears. The variety of airs left sensations of touch upon it's snow white skin, each nodule but a point upon it's body which it could feel through. Their smells, their tastes, all sensations were split upon the many small blobs of darkness it had left about to serve as it's eyes, ears and more across it's vast subterranian realm.

Little could enter the underground without it's knowing.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

With the sounds of movement around him he begun to stir. Motion passed him and he rose to his feet, pushing himself up the wall as the light began to melt into shapes and colors.

There he was, still stuck in the citadel halls as some two-bit janitor/slave. He cared little however. The whims of life had already claimed most if not all that he cared for. All that remained was to live for the sake of living.

He still had some concerns though, his most immediate one being whether or not anyone had caught him nodding off next to the meeting room like that. Truth was that he didn't care what they thought of his performance or work ethic. What his work master had to say however was of more consequence, especially when it meant having his ears talked off while pretending to listen lest he get reprimanded... Again.

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From her crystal throne she watched the real world's going ons from her fluted gemstone castle. The floating image depicted the sights percieved by Edgar's eyes, a movie of the world presented as clear as Edgar himself saw it, perhaps clearer. The sounds of the bustling citadel echoed within her throne room. She listened keenly, picking out sounds selectively in the event he hears something that might be of even remote interest.

Edgar pushed himself from the wall and went over to the meeting room door. He peaked inside through a crack to see if the meeting was still underway. It was. He leaned out of view but he could still hear what was being discussed. So too could she. From what was being discussed by the woman who's name she swore she saw transmitted down into the 'Things Edgar Probably Isn't Going to Remember' memory banks there were two topics of any note. Firstly, there was a ball being discussed. Now she knew that Edgar was never going to be invited to a ball of that echelon, not in a million years, but she had definitely fantasized about attending balls before. She was sure hers were definitely far more elegant and extravagant than theirs could ever even conceive of being but attending balls was just one of those fun little things a lady like her found hard to resist.

The other topic of note was whatever the one cross-dressing scientist was going to discuss shortly. Whatever it was, surely it had to be more interesting than any of Edgar's work was. Tripping Edgar while he's carrying garbage started to get old after the hundredth time or so. He was a little more careful about carrying garbage since a few times ago she had tripped him while carrying garbage at the top of a long stairwell. It was a painful spill down some flights of stairs, that much was learned well.

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Reaching forward she grasped an invisible door handle. The seams of her reality were shorn into the rectangular shape of a door, swinging open with the pull of her hand.

"Hey, I know just how much you love having me with you but I'm gonna go check out that meeting. Don't stray far now~"

Id teased, stepping out of his mind. The faint sound of door chimes unheard by all but Edgar was the tell she left to let him know she had gone out. The intangible thought scanned the area, checking the space around her for any signs of psychic tampering. Not a sign of another mind nor any devices which presented a threat to her. It helped that the electricity to the citadel was all shot up, leaving a lot of defense systems without power while they scrambled to cobble together their security measures.

With the coast clear for now she stuck herself into the room; unseen, unheard and unfelt.

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Edgar wanted to vent internally at this point but withheld given the fact he couldn't know for sure if she didn't just let him think he was alone to see what he'd say behind her back. The last thing he needed right now was another case of reprimandation from her. Those were never pleasant.

Instead he swallowed his resentment and went about his way, head hung low in his dreary tired march. Off he left, setting down the hall to go finish off the rest of the trash cans in the wing before he would return to see if these cheap suits were finished their little meeting.

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Edgar awoke to the repeated buzzing of his alarm clock.

"Good morning sleepy head."

The sweet, melodic yet subtly sinister voice of his sister greeted him this morning as he blearily swatted for the alarm clock. She wasn't there of course, it was only in his head. That didn't stop him from answering back of course.

"Egh... Good morning Id." He said despite him being the only person in the room, so to speak. He rose to the sight of his new home, a room in the citadel where he works as an indentured servant to his work master. Lifting himself off the cheap mattress they provided all serfs staying at the citadel he switched on the light, causing him to immediately shut his right eye as the brightness stung his sight. As it slowly adjusted to the change of light he opened his one eye, the other eye sewn shut not because it was faulty but because the metal from the bullet that hit him remained.

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Getting up his sole decorations surrounded him. Several dozen images of endless hand drawn spirals were taped up all along his walls, the images surrounding him constantly. He liked to draw spirals, it was one of the few means he still had left available to him of unwinding. Having a sister like he did any opportunity to relief his daily stresses was a welcome one. He found a sort of peace in drawing these constantly spiraling patterns, the dark curving mess of lines not unlike the dark canals of his imagination. He never invited others to his room. He didn't need the accusations that he was crazy to increase.

Donning his uniform, a dull grey jumpsuit with gloves, he proceeded out and joined into the line of other serfs as they made their way down to the task chambers where they were assigned their roles for the day. His was to take over the previous serf's role of garbage disposal for level one. Handed his wheel-set garbage can he took the previous guys place and made his way out to start emptying the trash cans.

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All around him were familiar faces, faces which had long worn out their welcome. His was no pleasant sight either. Aside from the eye stitches he just looked glum and tired, deep dark bags under his eyes from his many hours spent drawing spirals instead of sleeping. He hated sleep. It was the time where Id had the most creative liberty, something he never welcomed. Needless to say he rarely had a dream that wasn't in some way a nightmare designed to bully him for her entertainment. Of course often times she would simply eat his dreams, leaving him an empty night of plain sleep. After all, she couldn't let him start predicting when she was going to strike next. The best pranks were those that catch their victims unaware, something Id took strongly to mind.

Regardless, he continued on emptying people's trash cans. They were never grateful but he demanded no gratitude from them either. He eventually came around to a meeting room. He would of gone in to empty the trash can inside but it seemed a meeting was in process. He figured he'd just empty a few cans not too far down the way and wheel back over to the meeting room to see if it was no longer in the midst of a meeting. He was sure not a single one in there would be happy to see him and there was always the possibility that simply waltzing into an active meeting would be taken poorly by the upper rankers.

Of course running on little sleep meant he was pretty tired. Rather than set about emptying more trash cans he took a lean against the wall of the room a second, relaxing his tired eyes for the moment. All at once his sleepiness hit him and he was just leaning on his trashcan, nearly asleep up against the wall where he could hear the sounds of talking being had. He just only had to hope nobody more came for this meeting.

He just had to hope nobody would catch him sleeping on the job.

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@EchoicChamber - I can sympathize. I haven't much freedom to come online myself until all else is asleep on Halloween.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

@EchoicChamber I support the notion since I already use Discord on a few other roleplays. It'll group the conversation together nicely.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Edgar

Full Name: Edgar Gormly

Nicknames/Aliases: Ed, Patches, Serf, That guy.

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Gift: The ability to merge his being with dead or inorganic material.

Ed's gift essentially allows him to attach or replace parts of himself with dead or inorganic materials which take on the roles of the parts replaced. They hold together and act just as the body part they are substituting did.

Loyalty: Erubescian Serf

Description:

At current Ed's appearance is that of his natural born form. He's roughly one hundred and eighty four centimeters tall and his body is somewhat ectomorphic. His skin is a bit tan due to his days working outside though he works equally as much indoors as well. He's got medium length hair which is so black it makes the room he stands in seem darker. He's got one dark red eye, The other is sewn shut so he isn't hideous enough to be mistaken for some sort of failed medical experiment. His natural eye color is not his greatest irregularity however. His appearance is subject to change thanks to his ability so this section will change to keep the readers up to date on his most recent appearance.

As for things that don't really change he tends to stand with a bit of a forward slouch. His standard manner of speaking is a downtrodden grumble. He typically favors wearing either black or dark colored clothing when given the option to choose his apparel.

Personality:

He's a miserable sod, that much is certain.

If being born at the bottom of society wasn't enough of a buzz-kill having his twin sister living inside his head has worn him out to the point of numbly accepting the fact that his life is just going to be awful no matter what he does about it. While on the job he knows better than to raise a fuss, living by the time old method of keeping his head down and answering when spoken to, never before. Only occasionally does his grim sarcasm slip into his humble persona during his servitude.

To those who know him more personally he can easily be described as a killjoy who never enjoys himself and pretty much avoids fun like it is radiation. His reasons for this are largely due to his sister's often cruel sense of humour. While she will leave him be most of the time on occasion she will mess with Ed in a way which almost always ends poorly for him. She is a big contribution to the reasons Ed doesn't have any friends.

Ever since his parents died he has had a very negative opinion of pretty much everyone. He is a cynical misanthrope who sees the worst in everything. He has disliked a lot of people but out of everyone he's ever disliked he despises himself the most. Deep down he sees himself as about as worthy of respect as the dirt he walks on. He hates his life but he's too much of a coward to end it and he knows it. Even still he excuses it with the fear that if he were to die his sister might follow him into the afterlife and continue his torment for all eternity. In the end he only lives for those brief moments of sweet release from his own consciousness. Being able to slip into a darkness where he can't even hear his sister is an attractive prospect.

Deep beneath his calloused shell runs fiery emotions which still drive him despite being buried beneath the layers of misery. Id knows him well enough to know he's not a truly broken man yet. That fact is what keeps her around. She appreciates that remaining passion which still calls his bitter heart home. For example he still adheres to certain morals despite his atrocious view of his own character. He tries not to hit children unless circumstances are particularly strange. He dislikes hitting people who are too weak to fight back and can even show kindness at times. Hell will freeze over before he ever accepts thanks for a good deed though.

Skills:

Lets start with the traits of his gift since his actual skills will be short.

His ability allows him to take any material and merge it with his body, causing the material to act and function just as the living part it has replaced used to. He can feel sensations through the materials comprising his body as though it were his living flesh leading to some rather odd feelings at times. Depending on what he has bonded to his body this can make him quite durable. He's difficult to permanently put down since any part of him can be replaced, even his brain. If his brain is missing then his body will just automatically make it out of the closest material it has to work with since his mind cannot be there to decide what is used. It is not quite as simple as all that but that is to be explored in Weaknesses.

For skills he can read and write. He also knows how to carry stuff and clean floors. He's got basic combat knowledge due to his position in the military but it's nothing special. His only notable trait is that he has a surprisingly good grasp and understanding of grammar. His aspiration is to one day write a novel.

Weaknesses:

As with his skills we'll start with his gift though his personal weaknesses are many.

Firstly the material he adopts onto his body cannot be alive at the time of merging. Once dead the substance can be bonded to him but never before. Secondly his surrogate muscles cannot lift more than he could while his flesh was human, regardless of the material used. Thirdly his limbs, body and head cannot be larger than what they were back when his flesh was human and his own. Any excess material will simply slough off the part it was previously attached to. Machines that are merged with his body that have parts or a frame that is larger than his gift will support will come apart, leaving what parts that fit in his design still attached to him. Fourth weakness to his gift is that just as he can still feel the sensation of touch and temperature through the materials bonded with his body he can also feel pain. Damage dealt to the materials he's composed from will hurt just as much as it would were it all his flesh. Lastly his weakness regarding his inability to merge with living material is what leaves him vulnerable to destruction. While he'll merge with his environment even if he is mostly destroyed if he is completely destroyed or dissolved in acid while surrounded by living tissue or other matter then he'll have nothing to replace what is lost and finally be rid of the world.

Weaknesses not directly tied to his gift are many. He is not the brightest fellow for one thing. When he gets hurt he tends to hit first and think well past the point where it would of been useful to him. He'll tend to follow plans that appeal more to his emotions over plans rooted in logic which is often a poor idea given his lack of natural intuition. He's got a low self esteem which gives him a rather poor estimate for how likely he is to succeed. He tends not to understand higher concepts in science, math and art very well and does very poorly whenever he tries his hand at any of those. He's got little to no finesse with fighting. He is positively abysmal at diplomacy and generally not somebody to invite over to social gatherings. To top it all off he's got his sister who will occasionally make life harder for him because him simply succeeding at something through determination and hard work would be boring.

Brief History:

He was born a twin to his sister, Id. From the moment he was born his sister shifted her form, vanishing from view completely before crawling inside his mind. Ever since then they've done everything together. Id would almost never part from his mind as the world of dreams and ideas were so much more interesting than the real world. Eventually however she started to realize that she could do whatever she wanted to her brother and he had no way to stop her. Thus the abuse began early. She would pull pranks on him from time to time, always biding her time so Ed never knew when to expect her next cruel trick.

Ed's parents were pretty much bottom of the rung civilians. They worked staggered shifts so they could take more care of their children but they were often overworked and naturally poor of course. He spent most of his childhood finding new hiding places to avoid the bullies he had attracted thanks to his dear sister of course. It could easily be said that his was a rotten childhood, setting the tone perfectly as the rest of his life was a downward slide from there on forth.

In his teenage years their parents were killed in a Liberty mercenary attack on their town. They were eventually beaten back by the knights and everyone celebrated as the day was won. Everyone except for Ed that is.

Ed knew that the knights could of easily stopped them from killing his parents but the cold fact of the matter was that his parents were not important in the slightest. The knights had prioritized the upper-class districts leaving the common folk to the (lack of) mercy of the mercenaries who killed with little discrimination. The event was a lesson and it's teachings would never leave him from that day forth. He was used to being treated like dirt and now he knew that dirt was all the upper ranks of society saw him as. He was dirt.

Ever since his parents died money was not easy to come by. He tried looking for work but not a lot of folks were looking to employ some pauper off the streets. He wanted to be an artist which wasn't an unprofitable career path but there were some problems with that plan. He didn't have any talent for art and nobody wanted to see his work anyways. He only had negative things to say about everything, it was not an opinion many people shared. In the end despite his dislike for the hierarchy Ed signed up with the military. It was one of the few places where simply being a strong young man was enough and he could bite his tongue for the sake of living from day to day.

Of course it didn't help that he didn't get along with anyone. Superiors, comrades, there wasn't a single person who thought he was good company. He was picked on, mocked and derided. For years he endured, staying upon his miserable course without lashing out. His one respite was his writings, a book in the making. He could put up with a lot since it was just work. One fateful night however what used to be simply workplace enmity quickly got personal for him.

It was all gone. Someone with technopathy had deleted all his work and his backups were missing. What was worse was that his other squad mates knew what had happened. They were laughing.

He had enough. He didn't lash out, didn't yell or raise a fuss. All he did was pack his stuff and leave. He made sure to leave out the back where there was only one guard. The guard there got into the post simply so he could sleep out of sight of the others since there was little oversight around that entrance. Once out Edgar just kept walking, further still once he was past city limits. For the next couple of years he drifted about the few cities which laid outside the borders of Erubesco. These cities were neither Erubesco nor Liberty cities simply thanks to their minute size and significance. He lived a drifter for some time.

Of course this peaceful and quiet lifestyle was much too boring for his sister. One night while all were asleep she secretly phoned his former base and told them where to find him. When he woke up there were a bunch of angry Erubescan soldiers with guns pointed at him. He was marched right back and sent to military court where he was found guilty of desertion. He spent several months locked up until an alternative presented itself. They needed more hands for the fight against Liberty so they were signing up prisoners as serfs in exchange for a reduced sentence. Ed took the offer and right away he was sent off to work as a serf.

Work as a serf was hard but it wasn't anything he found too objectionable. His standards for what was unacceptable by this point were exceptionally low. Still, it was straight-forward. He could only hope things remained so.

If only life were so simple.

Other: He and his sister are deeply connected. Their bond from birth is a symbiotic link which serves them both. For Ed this connection serves to protect his mind from others when his sister deems such protections necessary.

Id

Full Name: Id Gormly

Nicknames/Aliases: N/A

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Gift: The gift of being an entity who can choose to exist as either material or a self willed mental construct.

Id's gift allows her to exist as what is essentially an idea with a will of it's own. She can manifest herself in the material world should she choose. She can influence and control thoughts while a mental construct to a certain limit.

Loyalty: Herself

Description:

She is basically what she wants herself to appear as. Her natural form is that of slender feminine beauty. She stands at about the same height as her brother Edgar. Her hourglass figure conveys just the right amount of both raw appeal and grace. Her hair comes down in long strands ending at the gluteus that flow like the finest silk imaginable and shine with just hair pure white it's pigment is. She can choose whatever outfit fits her mood at a whim. She is most often seen wearing a flowing white dress.

Certain features of hers could strike many as uncanny. Calling her skin pale would be an understatement. Her skin is absent of all hue or shade, just strictly white like a ghost. Her eyes are perhaps her most haunting yet memorable feature. They are a piercing bright gold color which almost seems to shine like the sun. Combined with the intensity of her eye's shade of yellow is her subtle devilish smile which grant her appearance that sinister edge.

If looks could kill she'd be a mass murderer. It's a good thing that she almost never appears outside of Edgar's own mind.

Personality:

Never having needed a physical body can certainly effect one's outlook on life.

She is uncaring towards almost everything, living solely to entertain herself. Never having to ever suffer consequences has left her distant to the concerns of others and the power to weave entire worlds that she can manipulate to her every desire has left her jaded. Being an entity of pure thought with the ability to fabricate entire mindscapes within the limits of Edgar's skull she has everything she could possibly ever want out of life so what's left to even aspire for? To her mind there is little the real world has to offer that she cannot give herself with a mere thought. Only one existing factor remained which she did not rule unquestionably: Her brother.

For all the playing about she could do on her own her brother still had his own free will. This was excellent for her however. Without someone with a differing point of view life would eventually become stagnant for her. The one thing she couldn't simply dream up were his reactions to the world around him. She could alter his point of view, even draw him into one of her worlds should she desire but she sought the challenge. Since the real world didn't strictly bend to her will she had to be more creative as to how to bother her brother. She was his sister after all, it was her sworn duty as a sibling to pick on him.

As she's almost completely detached from real world logic she also has a poor grasp of what is too dangerous or too cruel. To her anything that doesn't literally kill her brother for good is fair play since no matter what happens so long as she has him as a host it's all fun and games for her. She sees no reason to limit anything she does as she exists in a state with far different limits than the real world imposes. That does not mean she's a fool however. Her intellect is keen though highly specialized due to her particular fields of fascination. Since she doesn't have real problems to worry about this free's up a lot of time for her to observe Ed's situation and she is most certainly observant. At heart she does somewhat care for her brother but her extremely skewed sense of empathy leads her to actions which any sane person might consider wicked.

As far as using her gift is concerned she's proud of her craft.

Skills:

Almost all her skills involve her use of her gift. As a mentalist she is tremendously powerful albeit limited in scope and given the fact that she has lived her whole life in the realm of the mind she has a deeper understanding of the world of thought than nearly everyone else. While she is inside a mind she can see and control any and all operations from tangential whims all the way down to the basest innate programs. Given her control and knowledge she can manipulate all of her host's senses to the point where she could manufacture a completely separate reality, leaving her host either stumbling around, catatonic or doing whatever she wants the body to do while her host's mind is occupied.

If other mentally gifted were to start peaking inside or trying to change things she could create an entirely separate mind within the mind itself, a sub-mind to mask the real mind from the outsider's perception. The sub-mind she could create could even mirror the real mind, appearing positively identical to the host's own mind. Id has a wide variety of ways of not only controlling her host but also keeping other mentally gifted from sticking their noses in her business. With her skills she can hide her presence from mind scanners, such is the reason why she hasn't been detected yet.

As for skills in the material world she has all the same skills Edgar has since she learns everything her host learns. Aside from that she can pick up details Edgar sees but might not of noticed.

Weaknesses:

Her primary weakness is that her power limited to the mind of her host. She cannot extend her abilities beyond the mind of the person she is staying within. If she wants to effect another person's mind she has to first either invade or be invited inside. Though she is powerful if she has to invade a mind then there is a chance that she might be rebuffed, thus rendered unable to enter the person at all. While the chance is slim for most people to successfully oppose her invasion those with mental gifts stand a better chance of resisting her. Should she invade a host and the host continues to try and fight her occupation another person with the proper mental gift may be able to help purge her from her host. A host may not eject her from their body without help if she has already bypassed their mind's defenses and is unwilling to leave.

Naturally due to the risks of fighting for control of another host having a host she is currently occupying killed is problematic. While inside a host she has complete control over her own form while in her mental state of being however outside a host if she is in her mental state she is vulnerable to the effects of those with mental gifts. As her body is pure thought should someone use their gift to try and alter that thought it would physically alter her, distorting both her form and her mind based on the changes made. Should she manifest physically she becomes bound by the same rules placed upon all other living things, leaving her able to be hurt and even killed until she shifts into her alternate state. If she is injured in any way while physical such injuries will carry over to her other form and remain until she can find a host and mend herself within their mind's confines.

Besides her gift's limits she has plenty of personal weaknesses as well. She's not very aware of the difficulties with finding a new host since she almost never leaves Edgar, her current host. She can be often childish and rarely takes anyone seriously. Lastly she does not understand just how dependent she is on her brother Edgar.

Brief History:

Id was born alongside her twin brother Edgar. From the very moment she was born she immediately assumed her form as a self aware idea and took shelter within Edgar's mind. Ever since then they've been inseparable.

For the earliest parts of her childhood she mostly entertained herself with shaping the imaginary landscape she formed inside Ed's subconscious mind. Everything she could ever want was hers, the rest was just details. She never needed to sleep so she had plenty of time to perfect her art, drawing on Edgar's experiences to help design her own world and make it feel more real. She was an artist and her imagination was the brush she painted the world into being with. Eventually she was able to create her perfect fantasy world, a world that felt just as real as the real world did with some intentional exceptions. She was able to indulge herself in every whim that crossed her mind. Hers was an opulent lifestyle the likes of which not even royalty could even dream of experiencing.

All the while she lived her brother's life as well. Everything good that came to him she enjoyed as well. Everything that was bad that ever happened to him however was totally his to keep. She would occasionally play with her brother since unlike her subjects back in her imaginary world he wasn't as predictable. Seeing him trip or hit his head almost never failed to bring her a good chuckle. Back in her own world she was starting to run dry on ideas for what to do so she started turning her imagination towards picking on her brother for entertainment. The look on his face when he tried to run from some bullies only to discover his shoelaces were tied together was just priceless, more so than the rare jewels of immaculate beauty and power in her treasury.

As she was picking on him more and more she came to a sudden dreadful realization. The more she picked on him the less he reacted to her delightful pranks. If she kept this up like she was he was in danger of not being fun anymore. That simply wouldn't do! She dedicated her mind's full attention to keeping her tricks fresh and unpredictable, waiting for weeks and even months between pranks. She was determined to transform the torment of her brother into an artistic work of cruel beauty the likes of which she could take personal pride in. While Edgar only saw it as his sister occasionally coming out to ruin his life every now and then she saw it as a challenge, a call to bring out her most creative and ingenious plots with which to unleash upon her unwitting brother. After all, what use was he if he wasn't keeping her happy?

She still persists to prank her brother even to this very day.

Other: She and her brother are deeply connected. Their bond from birth is a symbiotic link which serves them both. Ed's mind senses their bond, believing Id's presence in his mind as belonging so Ed can never resist her control. In addition Ed's subconscious retains Id's original form so no matter how badly she is distorted so long as she returns to Edgar's mind she can restore herself to her original frame of being. Without Ed she would slowly but surely change until she could no longer even remember who she was and eventually become a shapeless will.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Here they are.

Edgar

Full Name: Edgar Gormly

Nicknames/Aliases: Ed, Patches, Serf, That guy.

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Gift: The ability to merge his being with dead or inorganic material.

Ed's gift essentially allows him to attach or replace parts of himself with dead or inorganic materials which take on the roles of the parts replaced. They hold together and act just as the body part they are substituting did.

Loyalty: Erubescian Serf

Description:

At current Ed's appearance is that of his natural born form. He's roughly one hundred and eighty four centimeters tall and his body is somewhat ectomorphic. His skin is a bit tan due to his days working outside though he works equally as much indoors as well. He's got medium length hair which is so black it makes the room he stands in seem darker. He's got one dark red eye, The other is sewn shut so he isn't hideous enough to be mistaken for some sort of failed medical experiment. His natural eye color is not his greatest irregularity however. His appearance is subject to change thanks to his ability so this section will change to keep the readers up to date on his most recent appearance.

As for things that don't really change he tends to stand with a bit of a forward slouch. His standard manner of speaking is a downtrodden grumble. He typically favors wearing either black or dark colored clothing when given the option to choose his apparel.

Personality:

He's a miserable sod, that much is certain.

If being born at the bottom of society wasn't enough of a buzz-kill having his twin sister living inside his head has worn him out to the point of numbly accepting the fact that his life is just going to be awful no matter what he does about it. While on the job he knows better than to raise a fuss, living by the time old method of keeping his head down and answering when spoken to, never before. Only occasionally does his grim sarcasm slip into his humble persona during his servitude.

To those who know him more personally he can easily be described as a killjoy who never enjoys himself and pretty much avoids fun like it is radiation. His reasons for this are largely due to his sister's often cruel sense of humour. While she will leave him be most of the time on occasion she will mess with Ed in a way which almost always ends poorly for him. She is a big contribution to the reasons Ed doesn't have any friends.

Ever since his parents died he has had a very negative opinion of pretty much everyone. He is a cynical misanthrope who sees the worst in everything. He has disliked a lot of people but out of everyone he's ever disliked he despises himself the most. Deep down he sees himself as about as worthy of respect as the dirt he walks on. He hates his life but he's too much of a coward to end it and he knows it. Even still he excuses it with the fear that if he were to die his sister might follow him into the afterlife and continue his torment for all eternity. In the end he only lives for those brief moments of sweet release from his own consciousness. Being able to slip into a darkness where he can't even hear his sister is an attractive prospect.

Deep beneath his calloused shell runs fiery emotions which still drive him despite being buried beneath the layers of misery. Id knows him well enough to know he's not a truly broken man yet. That fact is what keeps her around. She appreciates that remaining passion which still calls his bitter heart home. For example he still adheres to certain morals despite his atrocious view of his own character. He tries not to hit children unless circumstances are particularly strange. He dislikes hitting people who are too weak to fight back and can even show kindness at times. Hell will freeze over before he ever accepts thanks for a good deed though.

Skills:

Lets start with the traits of his gift since his actual skills will be short.

His ability allows him to take any material and merge it with his body, causing the material to act and function just as the living part it has replaced used to. He can feel sensations through the materials comprising his body as though it were his living flesh leading to some rather odd feelings at times. Depending on what he has bonded to his body this can make him quite durable. He's difficult to permanently put down since any part of him can be replaced, even his brain. If his brain is missing then his body will just automatically make it out of the closest material it has to work with since his mind cannot be there to decide what is used. It is not quite as simple as all that but that is to be explored in Weaknesses.

For skills he can read and write. He also knows how to carry stuff and clean floors. He's got basic combat knowledge due to his position in the military but it's nothing special. His only notable trait is that he has a surprisingly good grasp and understanding of grammar. His aspiration is to one day write a novel.

Weaknesses:

As with his skills we'll start with his gift though his personal weaknesses are many.

Firstly the material he adopts onto his body cannot be alive at the time of merging. Once dead the substance can be bonded to him but never before. Secondly his surrogate muscles cannot lift more than he could while his flesh was human, regardless of the material used. Thirdly his limbs, body and head cannot be larger than what they were back when his flesh was human and his own. Any excess material will simply slough off the part it was previously attached to. Machines that are merged with his body that have parts or a frame that is larger than his gift will support will come apart, leaving what parts that fit in his design still attached to him. Fourth weakness to his gift is that just as he can still feel the sensation of touch and temperature through the materials bonded with his body he can also feel pain. Damage dealt to the materials he's composed from will hurt just as much as it would were it all his flesh. Lastly his weakness regarding his inability to merge with living material is what leaves him vulnerable to destruction. While he'll merge with his environment even if he is mostly destroyed if he is completely destroyed or dissolved in acid while surrounded by living tissue or other matter then he'll have nothing to replace what is lost and finally be rid of the world.

Weaknesses not directly tied to his gift are many. He is not the brightest fellow for one thing. When he gets hurt he tends to hit first and think well past the point where it would of been useful to him. He'll tend to follow plans that appeal more to his emotions over plans rooted in logic which is often a poor idea given his lack of natural intuition. He's got a low self esteem which gives him a rather poor estimate for how likely he is to succeed. He tends not to understand higher concepts in science, math and art very well and does very poorly whenever he tries his hand at any of those. He's got little to no finesse with fighting. He is positively abysmal at diplomacy and generally not somebody to invite over to social gatherings. To top it all off he's got his sister who will occasionally make life harder for him because him simply succeeding at something through determination and hard work would be boring.

Brief History:

He was born a twin to his sister, Id. From the moment he was born his sister shifted her form, vanishing from view completely before crawling inside his mind. Ever since then they've done everything together. Id would almost never part from his mind as the world of dreams and ideas were so much more interesting than the real world. Eventually however she started to realize that she could do whatever she wanted to her brother and he had no way to stop her. Thus the abuse began early. She would pull pranks on him from time to time, always biding her time so Ed never knew when to expect her next cruel trick.

Ed's parents were pretty much bottom of the rung civilians. They worked staggered shifts so they could take more care of their children but they were often overworked and naturally poor of course. He spent most of his childhood finding new hiding places to avoid the bullies he had attracted thanks to his dear sister of course. It could easily be said that his was a rotten childhood, setting the tone perfectly as the rest of his life was a downward slide from there on forth.

In his teenage years their parents were killed in a Liberty mercenary attack on their town. They were eventually beaten back by the knights and everyone celebrated as the day was won. Everyone except for Ed that is.

Ed knew that the knights could of easily stopped them from killing his parents but the cold fact of the matter was that his parents were not important in the slightest. The knights had prioritized the upper-class districts leaving the common folk to the (lack of) mercy of the mercenaries who killed with little discrimination. The event was a lesson and it's teachings would never leave him from that day forth. He was used to being treated like dirt and now he knew that dirt was all the upper ranks of society saw him as. He was dirt.

Ever since his parents died money was not easy to come by. He tried looking for work but not a lot of folks were looking to employ some pauper off the streets. He wanted to be an artist which wasn't an unprofitable career path but there were some problems with that plan. He didn't have any talent for art and nobody wanted to see his work anyways. He only had negative things to say about everything, it was not an opinion many people shared. In the end despite his dislike for the hierarchy Ed signed up with the military. It was one of the few places where simply being a strong young man was enough and he could bite his tongue for the sake of living from day to day.

Of course it didn't help that he didn't get along with anyone. Superiors, comrades, there wasn't a single person who thought he was good company. He was picked on, mocked and derided. For years he endured, staying upon his miserable course without lashing out. His one respite was his writings, a book in the making. He could put up with a lot since it was just work. One fateful night however what used to be simply workplace enmity quickly got personal for him.

It was all gone. Someone with technopathy had deleted all his work and his backups were missing. What was worse was that his other squad mates knew what had happened. They were laughing.

He had enough. He didn't lash out, didn't yell or raise a fuss. All he did was pack his stuff and leave. He made sure to leave out the back where there was only one guard. The guard there got into the post simply so he could sleep out of sight of the others since there was little oversight around that entrance. Once out Edgar just kept walking, further still once he was past city limits. For the next couple of years he drifted about the few cities which laid outside the borders of Erubesco. These cities were neither Erubesco nor Liberty cities simply thanks to their minute size and significance. He lived a drifter for some time.

Of course this peaceful and quiet lifestyle was much too boring for his sister. One night while all were asleep she secretly phoned his former base and told them where to find him. When he woke up there were a bunch of angry Erubescan soldiers with guns pointed at him. He was marched right back and sent to military court where he was found guilty of desertion. He spent several months locked up until an alternative presented itself. They needed more hands for the fight against Liberty so they were signing up prisoners as serfs in exchange for a reduced sentence. Ed took the offer and right away he was sent off to work as a serf.

Work as a serf was hard but it wasn't anything he found too objectionable. His standards for what was unacceptable by this point were exceptionally low. Still, it was straight-forward. He could only hope things remained so.

If only life were so simple.

Other: He and his sister are deeply connected. Their bond from birth is a symbiotic link which serves them both. For Ed this connection serves to protect his mind from others when his sister deems such protections necessary.

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Id

Full Name: Id Gormly

Nicknames/Aliases: N/A

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Gift: The gift of being an entity who can choose to exist as either material or a self willed mental construct.

Id's gift allows her to exist as what is essentially an idea with a will of it's own. She can manifest herself in the material world should she choose. She can influence and control thoughts while a mental construct to a certain limit.

Loyalty: Herself

Description:

She is basically what she wants herself to appear as. Her natural form is that of slender feminine beauty. She stands at about the same height as her brother Edgar. Her hourglass figure conveys just the right amount of both raw appeal and grace. Her hair comes down in long strands ending at the gluteus that flow like the finest silk imaginable and shine with just hair pure white it's pigment is. She can choose whatever outfit fits her mood at a whim. She is most often seen wearing a flowing white dress.

Certain features of hers could strike many as uncanny. Calling her skin pale would be an understatement. Her skin is absent of all hue or shade, just strictly white like a ghost. Her eyes are perhaps her most haunting yet memorable feature. They are a piercing bright gold color which almost seems to shine like the sun. Combined with the intensity of her eye's shade of yellow is her subtle devilish smile which grant her appearance that sinister edge.

If looks could kill she'd be a mass murderer. It's a good thing that she almost never appears outside of Edgar's own mind.

Personality:

Never having needed a physical body can certainly effect one's outlook on life.

She is uncaring towards almost everything, living solely to entertain herself. Never having to ever suffer consequences has left her distant to the concerns of others and the power to weave entire worlds that she can manipulate to her every desire has left her jaded. Being an entity of pure thought with the ability to fabricate entire mindscapes within the limits of Edgar's skull she has everything she could possibly ever want out of life so what's left to even aspire for? To her mind there is little the real world has to offer that she cannot give herself with a mere thought. Only one existing factor remained which she did not rule unquestionably: Her brother.

For all the playing about she could do on her own her brother still had his own free will. This was excellent for her however. Without someone with a differing point of view life would eventually become stagnant for her. The one thing she couldn't simply dream up were his reactions to the world around him. She could alter his point of view, even draw him into one of her worlds should she desire but she sought the challenge. Since the real world didn't strictly bend to her will she had to be more creative as to how to bother her brother. She was his sister after all, it was her sworn duty as a sibling to pick on him.

As she's almost completely detached from real world logic she also has a poor grasp of what is too dangerous or too cruel. To her anything that doesn't literally kill her brother for good is fair play since no matter what happens so long as she has him as a host it's all fun and games for her. She sees no reason to limit anything she does as she exists in a state with far different limits than the real world imposes. That does not mean she's a fool however. Her intellect is keen though highly specialized due to her particular fields of fascination. Since she doesn't have real problems to worry about this free's up a lot of time for her to observe Ed's situation and she is most certainly observant. At heart she does somewhat care for her brother but her extremely skewed sense of empathy leads her to actions which any sane person might consider wicked.

As far as using her gift is concerned she's proud of her craft.

Skills:

Almost all her skills involve her use of her gift. As a mentalist she is tremendously powerful albeit limited in scope and given the fact that she has lived her whole life in the realm of the mind she has a deeper understanding of the world of thought than nearly everyone else. While she is inside a mind she can see and control any and all operations from tangential whims all the way down to the basest innate programs. Given her control and knowledge she can manipulate all of her host's senses to the point where she could manufacture a completely separate reality, leaving her host either stumbling around, catatonic or doing whatever she wants the body to do while her host's mind is occupied.

If other mentally gifted were to start peaking inside or trying to change things she could create an entirely separate mind within the mind itself, a sub-mind to mask the real mind from the outsider's perception. The sub-mind she could create could even mirror the real mind, appearing positively identical to the host's own mind. Id has a wide variety of ways of not only controlling her host but also keeping other mentally gifted from sticking their noses in her business. With her skills she can hide her presence from mind scanners, such is the reason why she hasn't been detected yet.

As for skills in the material world she has all the same skills Edgar has since she learns everything her host learns. Aside from that she can pick up details Edgar sees but might not of noticed.

Weaknesses:

Her primary weakness is that her power limited to the mind of her host. She cannot extend her abilities beyond the mind of the person she is staying within. If she wants to effect another person's mind she has to first either invade or be invited inside. Though she is powerful if she has to invade a mind then there is a chance that she might be rebuffed, thus rendered unable to enter the person at all. While the chance is slim for most people to successfully oppose her invasion those with mental gifts stand a better chance of resisting her. Should she invade a host and the host continues to try and fight her occupation another person with the proper mental gift may be able to help purge her from her host. A host may not eject her from their body without help if she has already bypassed their mind's defenses and is unwilling to leave.

Naturally due to the risks of fighting for control of another host having a host she is currently occupying killed is problematic. While inside a host she has complete control over her own form while in her mental state of being however outside a host if she is in her mental state she is vulnerable to the effects of those with mental gifts. As her body is pure thought should someone use their gift to try and alter that thought it would physically alter her, distorting both her form and her mind based on the changes made. Should she manifest physically she becomes bound by the same rules placed upon all other living things, leaving her able to be hurt and even killed until she shifts into her alternate state. If she is injured in any way while physical such injuries will carry over to her other form and remain until she can find a host and mend herself within their mind's confines.

Besides her gift's limits she has plenty of personal weaknesses as well. She's not very aware of the difficulties with finding a new host since she almost never leaves Edgar, her current host. She can be often childish and rarely takes anyone seriously. Lastly she does not understand just how dependent she is on her brother Edgar.

Brief History:

Id was born alongside her twin brother Edgar. From the very moment she was born she immediately assumed her form as a self aware idea and took shelter within Edgar's mind. Ever since then they've been inseparable.

For the earliest parts of her childhood she mostly entertained herself with shaping the imaginary landscape she formed inside Ed's subconscious mind. Everything she could ever want was hers, the rest was just details. She never needed to sleep so she had plenty of time to perfect her art, drawing on Edgar's experiences to help design her own world and make it feel more real. She was an artist and her imagination was the brush she painted the world into being with. Eventually she was able to create her perfect fantasy world, a world that felt just as real as the real world did with some intentional exceptions. She was able to indulge herself in every whim that crossed her mind. Hers was an opulent lifestyle the likes of which not even royalty could even dream of experiencing.

All the while she lived her brother's life as well. Everything good that came to him she enjoyed as well. Everything that was bad that ever happened to him however was totally his to keep. She would occasionally play with her brother since unlike her subjects back in her imaginary world he wasn't as predictable. Seeing him trip or hit his head almost never failed to bring her a good chuckle. Back in her own world she was starting to run dry on ideas for what to do so she started turning her imagination towards picking on her brother for entertainment. The look on his face when he tried to run from some bullies only to discover his shoelaces were tied together was just priceless, more so than the rare jewels of immaculate beauty and power in her treasury.

As she was picking on him more and more she came to a sudden dreadful realization. The more she picked on him the less he reacted to her delightful pranks. If she kept this up like she was he was in danger of not being fun anymore. That simply wouldn't do! She dedicated her mind's full attention to keeping her tricks fresh and unpredictable, waiting for weeks and even months between pranks. She was determined to transform the torment of her brother into an artistic work of cruel beauty the likes of which she could take personal pride in. While Edgar only saw it as his sister occasionally coming out to ruin his life every now and then she saw it as a challenge, a call to bring out her most creative and ingenious plots with which to unleash upon her unwitting brother. After all, what use was he if he wasn't keeping her happy?

She still persists to prank her brother even to this very day.

Other: She and her brother are deeply connected. Their bond from birth is a symbiotic link which serves them both. Ed's mind senses their bond, believing Id's presence in his mind as belonging so Ed can never resist her control. In addition Ed's subconscious retains Id's original form so no matter how badly she is distorted so long as she returns to Edgar's mind she can restore herself to her original frame of being. Without Ed she would slowly but surely change until she could no longer even remember who she was and eventually become a shapeless will.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Ah, glad to see this fine old roleplay back in business. Shall I return Edgar and Id to the world?