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STATUS: If you bought the Pikachu version instead of the Eevee version, I'm afraid we cant be friends anymore. 6 yrs ago
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If you bought the Pikachu version instead of the Eevee version, I'm afraid we cant be friends anymore.
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NAME: Feela
APPEARANCE:
Feela is 5'6 with jet black, shoulder length hair, piercing blue eyes and dark, heavily tanned skin. She wears rough, homemade clothing fashioned from animal leathers and bones
ABSTRACT: A wild-child demon hunter
DETAIL: Feela was born into a small, isolated tribe in the wilds, knowing nothing about larger civilization. Her mother was a clothing maker for the tribe, and until she was 12 she was supposed to follow the same path. That was when her mostly peaceful tribe was attacked by a larger, more savage one looking to expand their territory. Feela's entire tribe was massacred, every man woman and child slaughtered, except for herself and the tribe's shaman. The shaman was an old woman, the founder of the original tribe after she had been banished from her own. Despite her peaceful ways, she had been raised and trained by a tribe of demon hunters, and still remembered all their traditions well enough to keep the invaders at bay long enough to escape with the only person she could find alive.
Now alone with a child to protect, and knowing she wouldn't live forever, the Shaman fell back on her old teachings to prepare the child for the world. She emulated her own teacher's harsh physical training, pushing Feela to her absolute limits day after day. She transferred the Hunter Sigils inscribed on her own flesh to Feela, teaching her to use each by thrusting the child into danger. For six years Feela's life was nothing but learning and training, until suddenly it wasn't anymore. Like all living things, her teacher's life came to an end, finally succumbing to her frailty at the age of one hundred and four. The last thing she ever taught her student was never to trust another person, since they all had reasons to betray others. With those final words, the Shaman closed her eyes for the final time, leaving her student truly alone in the world.
MAGIC:
Mantis Blade Sigil - A sigil on the back of the right hand which creates a blade of light from the hunter's fingers.
Tortoise Shell Sigil - A sigil on the back of the left hand which creates a shield of light dependent on the user's will.
Hawk's Wing Sigil - A sigil on the lower back that flings the bearer with force. The direction and strength of the flight depends on the will caster.
Owl's Eye Sigil - A sigil under the right eye that enhances the user's vision and allows them to see in the dark.
Gecko's Paw Sigil - A sigil on the back of the neck that allows the user to climb any surface. The more weight they are carrying, the more energy this takes.
APPEARANCE:
Feela is 5'6 with jet black, shoulder length hair, piercing blue eyes and dark, heavily tanned skin. She wears rough, homemade clothing fashioned from animal leathers and bones
ABSTRACT: A wild-child demon hunter
DETAIL: Feela was born into a small, isolated tribe in the wilds, knowing nothing about larger civilization. Her mother was a clothing maker for the tribe, and until she was 12 she was supposed to follow the same path. That was when her mostly peaceful tribe was attacked by a larger, more savage one looking to expand their territory. Feela's entire tribe was massacred, every man woman and child slaughtered, except for herself and the tribe's shaman. The shaman was an old woman, the founder of the original tribe after she had been banished from her own. Despite her peaceful ways, she had been raised and trained by a tribe of demon hunters, and still remembered all their traditions well enough to keep the invaders at bay long enough to escape with the only person she could find alive.
Now alone with a child to protect, and knowing she wouldn't live forever, the Shaman fell back on her old teachings to prepare the child for the world. She emulated her own teacher's harsh physical training, pushing Feela to her absolute limits day after day. She transferred the Hunter Sigils inscribed on her own flesh to Feela, teaching her to use each by thrusting the child into danger. For six years Feela's life was nothing but learning and training, until suddenly it wasn't anymore. Like all living things, her teacher's life came to an end, finally succumbing to her frailty at the age of one hundred and four. The last thing she ever taught her student was never to trust another person, since they all had reasons to betray others. With those final words, the Shaman closed her eyes for the final time, leaving her student truly alone in the world.
MAGIC:
Mantis Blade Sigil - A sigil on the back of the right hand which creates a blade of light from the hunter's fingers.
Tortoise Shell Sigil - A sigil on the back of the left hand which creates a shield of light dependent on the user's will.
Hawk's Wing Sigil - A sigil on the lower back that flings the bearer with force. The direction and strength of the flight depends on the will caster.
Owl's Eye Sigil - A sigil under the right eye that enhances the user's vision and allows them to see in the dark.
Gecko's Paw Sigil - A sigil on the back of the neck that allows the user to climb any surface. The more weight they are carrying, the more energy this takes.
So uh, I'm here. You guys are talking about me. So I'm here! Just gonna... put this character... over... there.
absolutles
*barges in like an inquisitive puppy*
the only thing I picked up from that post is that Evan eats pizza with pinapples and anchovies, which means he is a terrible human being and should be fired as a hero.
Ana furiously wiped the tears from her face as she tried to regain her self control, not by tinkering with her brain chemistry but the healthy, normal way.
"B-but she could ha-have done so much more. She-e's a hero, she spent her life for other people, and now it's ru-ruined. There has to be someone who can fix this, surely!" Ana's sorrow was turning to anger at the injustice in front of her. Dreadlock was a hero, and she had been rewarded with suffering. Ana was a thief, and even if she had been in the same position, her condition would have been a mild inconvenience for a few days, maximum.
With my abilities, I can heal any wound in minuites. So why can't I help this person, this good person, through her accident?
Suddenly standing up so fast her chair fell over, Ana grabbed the medical bag and headed for the door, making the excuse that she 'needed some time alone.' Not that she needed to explain herself, she didn't even know those people. It wasn't likely they'd ever meet again. Pushing the bag into the arms of a passing nurse, she pushed past a wealthy looking man complaining about not being attended, even though he looked barely injured. He didn't even glance at her in the busy hallway, a mistake he was sure to regret later.
She waited until she was outside and down a nearby alley before she changed, her features flowing from Ana to Jester, though still wearing normal clothes. She frowned as she opened her hand partway, a shiny gold pocket watch falling to the end of the chain between her fingers. With that and the man's wallet, she should be able to afford the medical books and equipment she thought she needed.
"Who wears a pocket watch these days, really." She muttered to herself, heading off to find her favorite fence. As luck would have it, he typically hung out around this area. Hopefully he hadn't gotten caught up in the destruction.
@FallenTrinity@Norschtalen
"B-but she could ha-have done so much more. She-e's a hero, she spent her life for other people, and now it's ru-ruined. There has to be someone who can fix this, surely!" Ana's sorrow was turning to anger at the injustice in front of her. Dreadlock was a hero, and she had been rewarded with suffering. Ana was a thief, and even if she had been in the same position, her condition would have been a mild inconvenience for a few days, maximum.
With my abilities, I can heal any wound in minuites. So why can't I help this person, this good person, through her accident?
Suddenly standing up so fast her chair fell over, Ana grabbed the medical bag and headed for the door, making the excuse that she 'needed some time alone.' Not that she needed to explain herself, she didn't even know those people. It wasn't likely they'd ever meet again. Pushing the bag into the arms of a passing nurse, she pushed past a wealthy looking man complaining about not being attended, even though he looked barely injured. He didn't even glance at her in the busy hallway, a mistake he was sure to regret later.
She waited until she was outside and down a nearby alley before she changed, her features flowing from Ana to Jester, though still wearing normal clothes. She frowned as she opened her hand partway, a shiny gold pocket watch falling to the end of the chain between her fingers. With that and the man's wallet, she should be able to afford the medical books and equipment she thought she needed.
"Who wears a pocket watch these days, really." She muttered to herself, heading off to find her favorite fence. As luck would have it, he typically hung out around this area. Hopefully he hadn't gotten caught up in the destruction.
@FallenTrinity@Norschtalen
Green and red Dragon/goblin commander
You are an asshole
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