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Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Reboot] (Closed)

Hello everyone! I was just accepted into this little RP of yours. Pleased to meet you all!

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Reboot] (Closed)

Name: Robyn Summers
Age: 20
Powers: To explain Robyn's power, one must first explain her appearance. The picture used above for her appearance is literal. She looks human, with no remarkable features other than her very bright eyes and freckles, but she is literally a walking scribble. She looks like a drawing, constantly flickering as if animated frame-by-frame. The sketch shown above is her actual appearance, with the texture of old paper and no color whatsoever. Other than this, she works like a regular human being.

Her powers are deeply tied to this strange appearance. She is able to conjure up any object to her imagination as if it was scetched into existance like herself. If she was to conjure a sword, it would have the same features, texture and static flickering of the lines like herself. It would work just like a regular sword, but would share her weakness: water.
When splashed with water, it works just like a wound to a regular person would do when he or she is injured. A water gun has virtually the exact same effect to her as a regular gun has to regular people. When moistened, the exposed bodypart cannot be used until it has dried up, literally.
Needless to say, Robyn would never survive in the water of a lake, or submerged in any way. Contact to water is lethal to her in large doses.

The extent of her abilities stops at objects. She cannot create life, and she cannot create, say, a tank to obliterate an entire building. None the less, her power can be devestating. When an object has expended it's use, she unsummons it and it simply vanishes from existance.
The clothes she wear are of her own making. She conjure them into existance. She can still feel, think and do everything a regular human being can.
Weapons: She wields no ordinary weapons, but can choose to conjure one at will.
Bio: Before Robyn's 13th birthday, she was an ordinary girl. Happy at life, in a happy family. A conservative, christian family. Her upbringing wasn't special in any way, but she had a good life with few troubles and all the bliss of a child. When she turned 10, she began having nightmares about drowning and as such developed a fear of water. She never swam in lakes, pools or even bathed in bathtubs. Showering was fine, but she did so only briefly, for she was uncomfortable when exposed to water for too long.
The nightmares continued and grew worse into her 11th and 12th birthday. They became so bad, her parents had to contact a child psychologist to attempt to solve these issues. The nightmares had began to dislodge her from her life, creating a gap between her and other people. She lost friends, retreated to her room whenever able and rarely sought contact with other people. She barely drank a glass of water a day, which worried her parents greatly. When alone in her room, she was in her own world of her own creation. She drew, scribbled and scetched on endless amounts of papers taped up on the walls. She had an immense imagination and her creativity was astounding.

Finally, her powers manifested themselves when she turned 13. She woke up screaming one night, clawing at her skin, scratching and kicking anyone who came close. Her skin began flickering brownish white, and her features became outlined and gray. Within minutes, her new appearance had completely taken over and she was now a living, walking drawing. At least that's how she would explain it herself.
Her parents were horrified, locked her in her room and called their church. They needed the comfort of their faith, and who could blame them? Robyn certainly didn't. She had stopped screaming after a while and began to inspect her new appearance. It didn't itch anymore, it didn't hurt. It almost fascinated her.

Hours later, after being locked in her room the entire night looking out her window, her parents managed to get a hold of an exorcist, believing their daughter had been possessed. Two more years were spent with Robyn being locked away from society by her parents, the only other contact she had with the outside world was her window and the priest that would visit every once in a while. She had begun to understand her transformation, but her parents had not. They feared their daughter had been lost to the devil, as their faith and holy bible was the only way for them to explain to themselves what had happened.
Eventually, Robyn grew tired of shutting herself away from society, being treated like a monster by her parents. She ran away from home at the age of 16, and managed to stay out of trouble and remarkably the public's eyes for years.
Finally, she was contacted by a mysterious Miss Dawson. There was a place for Robyn in the world, perhaps. Having nowhere else to go, Robyn departed for Miss Dawson's home for the 'Truly Gifted'.
Dreams/Wishes: Robyn doesn't have an ultimate goal of some kind. She just wants to be accepted as a human being. She wants to fit in and to find a place where she can belong. She wants to break free of the shackles her parents placed on her and to find her own place in the world.
Evil, Good, Walking the Line: Being brought up originally a normal child, Robyn is leaning more to the 'good' side of the spectrum rather than being evil. However the years of shutting herself away from society and everyone else and the destructive relationship to her parents have brought her closer to walking the line.
Siblings (If Any): None
Pets (If Any): None

That sure is a big dog you have there !

Gabriel stood still as he listened to Vanessa speak. Just as I thought. he thought to himself. She feels the same thing.
"It's not that I don't want a thing to do with you, it's just... I feel like I'm endangering you if we get too close." he said, and turned around as she let go of his hand. Just like back then. he added to himself in his mind. He stood quiet for a moment before continuing.
"I feel the same thing. I feel like I know you. Like I've met you before, long ago. Like there's a ... Connection."
Of course, he knew more than he told her, but he wasn't ready to tell her their big secret yet.

"Tell me, what is this help you want to offer us? We are homeless, a family without anything but each other. What could you - a young girl working at a flower shop - possibly offer us?" he asked her, sceptical at first but realizing afterwards that he might have come off as rude. "I... Mean no offence, of course, I just..." he stuttered, unsure of how to save the situation. It had been a long time since anyone rendered him speachless. "What I mean is, we are a bunch of hobos. Why would anyone want to help us? Why could you possibly want to help complete strangers? There's some sort of connection between you and me, but... Why?"
He was genuinely concerned about her.

That sure is a big dog you have there !

"What did she do, Gabe? Did she hurt you? Should we go back and give her a mopping?" said Robyn, her usual badass-ness adorned with some concern. Gabe was sitting by the fire in the barrel that the gang had set up in the middle of their little camp. They lived in the slums, and in a downtrodden backalley they had set up shop. It wasn't much, but it was theirs. They oversaw their territory from here. It was their seat of power, so to speak.
"Don't be ridiculous, Robyn." said Conrad. "We don't hurt young girls." Robyn gave him a sharp glance. "If she hurt Gabe, we do!" she persisted. Jaze finally put his hand on Gabriel's shoulder. "You haven't spoken since we left the flowershop. You haven't eaten. You haven't done anything. Are your wounds bothering you, or is it something else?" he spoke gently. Jaze was a gentle man who could manage to get through to almost anyone. Gabriel finally broke the silence. "I was young when I was turned." he said, a sentence that froze the entire camp to the core. Gabriel had never spoken about his origins before. Everyone exchange worried glances. "Sometimes I wonder how I could be your leader... After the things I've done." Gabriel continued.
The others stood silently, frozen in place. "W-what do you mean?" said Thomas, the youngest of the group. "What do you mean the things you've done?"
Gabriel gave him a stale look at first, but it softened into a tiny smile. "I was young when I was turned. I don't know if all wolves know this through some sort of instinctual understanding or if this is a shock to you, but if you're turned before your teenages, the result is often violent."
Conrad and Jaze nodded, concerned look on their faces. The others didn't know what this meant. "I... I didn't know this." said Thomas. "I was ten. It's a blurry memory. An infectous bite, a ferocious, giant white wolf... A girl..." Gabriel said, lingering on the last words, a whisper.
"Bloodthirst manifested itself when I hit puberty. My transformation was out of control. I killed anything in sight, mostly animals." he continued. Robyn and Thomas listened and looked on, shocked at what they were hearing. Conrad and Jaze listened too, with stern faces. They knew, somehow. Perhaps it was an age-thing, Thomas thought.
"The woods were mostly empty... Except for one family nearby. My rampage took me closer to their home... I remember the scent."
Suddenly, Conrad widened his eyes, as if he understood. Jaze looked at him, deepening his brows as he didn't understand what this meant.
Suddenly Gabriel rose from his seat, and stormed off. "Do not follow me. Wait for me here." he said to them, and began to run. His wounds had mostly healed after the hours since the flowershop, and dusk had begun to take the city and the sky. The clouds were dark, almost merging with the setting sun. Within a few hours, it would be very dark out.

Gabriel stopped at the place where he first saw Vanessa. The edge of his territory. He used the fire-escape of a nearby building to climb up to the roof, to overlook the city. After a moment, he heard a voice. "Gabriel?" the voice called. "Gabriel.. Please.. Tell me where you are." It was Vanessa. Gabriel winced at the sight of her, the memory. He wasn't completely sure, but the scent was unforgetable.
He dropped down from the fire-escape and landed in front of Vanessa with an athletic thud. An agile landing.
He looked at her, and before she could speak he said to her, softly, "Vanessa... I must ask you again. Do you know me?"

That sure is a big dog you have there !

Posting now :D

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Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Open]

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Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Open]

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That sure is a big dog you have there !

When Vanessa stood up, and Gabriel caught sight of her scar, he stiffened up. Suddenly, her scent became all too familiar to him. He rose up from where they had been seated and rapidly walked towards the exit, without a word. He motioned for Robyn and Conrad to follow him out. Both were confused and shocked at the sudden leave, and at his pale, grim expression. He stopped at the door. "I'm sorry, Vanessa." he said and left.

"What's going on, Gabe? Why are we leaving? What's the hurry? Hey!" the others asked him as he stormed off. He was sweating, and was heading back to their territory. He didn't say a word the entire way there, but once they had arrived, he just sat down at their "home", in his usual corner, and stared emptily. The others knew not what tod o.

That sure is a big dog you have there !

Ah, no problems then! :D

[Lauzurus][Experimental] Lauzurus RP Diamond Deluxe

Julius was fed up with this bastard. While the other goblins wobbled around in blindness, their leader lunged at Julius to try to kill him. Julius had a split second to act. His body was strong, young. He was a Nord, fighting was in his blood. He wouldn't try some trick by blinding the bastard with the stardust, he would disarm and dismember this bastard and retreat before the other goblins regained sight!

Using the small amount of mana he had managed to gather, Julius uses it to empower himself, like he had done in Raw Magic class. He would move faster and become stronger for a short period, so he would gain a tremendous advantage over the little goblin. He would slice his neck open and then retreat back to the others before the rest of the goblins recovered from the blind. That is what he hoped at least, he could feel himself slipping from the bleeding. So concentrated was he that he didn't notice Auron's strange behaviour behind him.

D) Cast spell: EMPOWER. 3 mana, then C) Counter.