by Raichiyo33
Name
Savannah Chase
Age
18
Normal Appearance
Her mom always said that her blue eyes were deep and pretty and were her best quality. They made her think of the ocean, she’d say. Savannah's eyes stare and gaze with uncommon intensity, and she always looks like she’s absorbing the things that happen around her very carefully with them. She is an uncommonly active gazer and a quiet speaker. When she talks she sounds like she doesn’t really want to, and her words are just a step above whisper-quiet and usually come off as angry. She keeps very good care of her long blond hair and it smells faintly like pomegranate. She’s thought a lot about cutting it all off. Savannah is uncommonly thorough in her cleaning routine, her makeup skills are impeccable, so she always has this carefully cultivated look of prettiness. The kind of very managed and artificial pretty. She goes thick on the eyeliner because she wants her eyes to look ‘smoky’. She puts similar care into her dress; she cares little about trends but a lot about what she wears. Her wardrobe is an eclectic mix of different styles that she all loves equally and greedily. Everything, at the very least, is uniquely ‘her’ even if it’s a transplant of muddled inspirations. So she feels. She feels smaller than most other people at five feet even, weighing ninety pounds.
Medium Appearance
As a medium, Savannah's hair turns ashy white to match the appearance of Nemeos. Her eyes become beady and the iris grows to remove all white, like the eyes of the lion. She grows the claws of Nemeos through her fingertips, and her teeth sharpen to deadly points. Her skin doesn't change appearance much, but it feels harder and leathery to the touch. Besides this, the transformation brings with it no particular clothes or other changes.
Channeling Abilities
While channeling, Savannah takes on the power of the Lion of Nemea. Uniquely, Savannah's foci fuses to her own body, taking the form of the Nemeos’s deadly-sharp claws. The claws shoot through where her fingernails usually are, and though they are small and somewhat unassuming they are much sharper than any man-made weapon, capable of tearing through metal with ease. Additionally, her skin takes on the properties of Nemeos’s hide, capable of deflecting swords and bullets and very resistant to damage. Even though she may be able to deflect and endure attacks, she still feels the impact. This means that she is far from invulnerable, but very durable. Nemeos was once a very deadly fighter, and the lion’s instincts often take over for Savannah. While channeling she becomes a much more capable hand-to-hand fighter than she had ever been before.
Grade
Senior
Personality
I’m not brave or strong, she thought, and I’m definitely not a fighter. There were a number of other things she wasn’t: particularly nice, particularly sociable, funny, or likable. Savannah was sullen or solemn or some combination of adjectives that just meant she was not very good to be around. At least, that’s what pretty much everyone though, and she reasoned that if they thought it they must have a very good reason to. Because she rarely felt like talking to people, even if she wanted to. She was sure she was a perfectly great person in spite of it. Maybe she could even be some sort of hero with the power to, she thought, except her hands got all shaky when she thinks about shades and spirits.
Maybe it was just everyone else that made it hard.
Background
Savannah thought she’d do much better in a snowy sleepy little cabin than the city, but she born in Lakewood and that was where she’d stay for now. She had a normal family with a mom and a dad that got divorced like most normal families these days did; she never liked it. She does well in school and doesn’t get in trouble and feels wound very tight. Essentially, she is entirely ordinary. Like many people she doesn’t get along well with her peers for reasons that are beyond her. A lot of people have tried being her friend because she’s pretty and dresses nice, but they never did a good job of it. Maybe they just need to plumb the inland depths, but she hates fake people and most people are fake people.
by topazlights
Spirit Name
Nemeos is a very proud and very ancient spirit, but Savannah prefers to call him Simba.
Spirit Classifications
Guardian
Spirit Personality
He carefully nurses his wounded pride after losing in battle to a powerful medium many thousands of years ago. Nemeos considers himself far above humans, and looks down on their race. Despite this, Savannah thinks that he may have some small spot of affection for her. He rarely likes being summoned and would much rather have Savannah do the fighting. He says that she is weak and must grow strong, that she must learn to do things on her own. Nemeos stands somewhere between a mentor and a passive observer; he insists that he only cares for Savannah in the utilitarian sense. If she dies, her Aura dies too, after all.
Spirit Appearance
Nemeos is old and looks old too. He is an old and proud and powerful lion, with a thick and massive mane and proportions that far exceed his mundane brethren. Although his frame is immense he looks slightly underweight. Still, he's absolutely ferocious and deadly, his claws and teeth still honed deadly. His fur is white, and his eyes are a deep blue like Savannah's.
Sealed Appearance
Nemeos hates how he looks sealed, and he hates that Savannah insists on calling him Simba. He is a small, white, fluffy, and incredibly cute Pomeranian. His roar is replaced by a high pitched yip, and Savannah tries to dress him to his great distress. And he refuses to ride in her backpack to school, but he still ends up doing it in the end.
Summoning Abilities and Stats
When summoned, Nemeos embodies the great strength he once had as the Nemean Lion. He is ferocious and fast, his claws can rend nearly anything, and the strength of his hide greatly exceeds any man-made armor. Nemeos has no tricks; he is simply a very deadly fighter. Still, while he does posses supernatural strength, he has no allusion towards being the strongest in the land. He was famously defeated by a medium of incredible physique that managed to out grapple him, choking him into submission.
- Although both Savannah and Nemeos are durable and nearly impervious to cutting and stabbing, they are very susceptible to simply being out muscled. Any opponent that can bludgeon them, beat them, or grapple them will be able to take control of the fight. The hide of Nemeos is like a mythical bullet proof vest: you won't get shot, but it'll feel like you did.
- While in the heat of combat, Savannah acts on the instincts of Nemeos. Often, she may do things she doesn't fully intend to.
- While summoning, Savannah is an especially vulnerable target. She has none of the protective properties that Nemeos grants her while channeling.
- While in the heat of combat, Savannah acts on the instincts of Nemeos. Often, she may do things she doesn't fully intend to.
- While summoning, Savannah is an especially vulnerable target. She has none of the protective properties that Nemeos grants her while channeling.
Savannah was in a cave. A cave? How, why? It was dark and cold and damp and dank, and there was the smell of something bloody. The smell of gore. Savannah had never smelled death before, but somehow she just knew. She was instantly scared. It was completely dark, she could see no light. She turned back, she needed to leave, to go back to where she came. But the entrance behind her was covered with a boulder. She felt some sense that she herself had placed the boulder. To stop her from going back? To prevent its escape?
What was it?
The lion. The lion that had terrorized the townspeople. Suddenly she felt like she was a transplant in someone else's stories, recalling details of histories that meant nothing to a girl from Maryland, a girl from the United States in the year 2029. She wasn't here to kill a lion, but someone else was once. And then she heard the low growl. It was deep and dangerous. It would kill her easily, and she would run if she could but she couldn't. Her eyes were beginning to adjust. She saw the blue eyes first. And then before her was the lion; fur white like some sort of winter. It was crouched low and ready to pounce. She backed against the wall and it stepped forward in equal measure.
"This is a dream, right?" Savannah asked the lion.
The lion tilted its head like it was thinking. Savannah wasn't quite sure why she was talking to a lion, but it still answered, "Dreams are just the truths of times and places different from our own."
"I have no idea what that means," she said.
"Are you scared?" the lion asked her.
Savannah nodded.
"I could make sure you're not scared anymore. You could be strong and proud like me. Do you want that?"
"You don't look so strong and proud. You're big but thin, like you can't eat enough," Savannah wasn't sure why she was standing up to the lion. She should be scared, she wouldn't talk to a lion normally. But this was a dream anyways.
The lion let out a noise that sounded like a dry chuckle. "Yes, I've been in this cave for a long time. But you can let me out."
"Well, okay."
And the pact between Nemeos and Savannah chase was sealed just like that.
What was it?
The lion. The lion that had terrorized the townspeople. Suddenly she felt like she was a transplant in someone else's stories, recalling details of histories that meant nothing to a girl from Maryland, a girl from the United States in the year 2029. She wasn't here to kill a lion, but someone else was once. And then she heard the low growl. It was deep and dangerous. It would kill her easily, and she would run if she could but she couldn't. Her eyes were beginning to adjust. She saw the blue eyes first. And then before her was the lion; fur white like some sort of winter. It was crouched low and ready to pounce. She backed against the wall and it stepped forward in equal measure.
"This is a dream, right?" Savannah asked the lion.
The lion tilted its head like it was thinking. Savannah wasn't quite sure why she was talking to a lion, but it still answered, "Dreams are just the truths of times and places different from our own."
"I have no idea what that means," she said.
"Are you scared?" the lion asked her.
Savannah nodded.
"I could make sure you're not scared anymore. You could be strong and proud like me. Do you want that?"
"You don't look so strong and proud. You're big but thin, like you can't eat enough," Savannah wasn't sure why she was standing up to the lion. She should be scared, she wouldn't talk to a lion normally. But this was a dream anyways.
The lion let out a noise that sounded like a dry chuckle. "Yes, I've been in this cave for a long time. But you can let me out."
"Well, okay."
And the pact between Nemeos and Savannah chase was sealed just like that.
