if your oratory skill and writing are up to snuff then this is gong to be a fascinating character to watch. Probably going to struggle to get anything done vs the few evil player characters though, so hopefully rng doesn't shut you down before you can show off.
Thanks, I'm looking forward to trying to win a death match versus Dragons, Skeletons and Faze Clan members by conversation. I'm not actually that worried about evil characters, evil characters have to pay an attention to me, which won't end as they expect. The worst will be those that can kill without really interacting with me; trappers and snipers.
@Lugubrious, Are you still accepting characters? Mine is expecting to talk her way through the Crucible, and win.
Name: Ms. Michelle "Shelly" Dunnst Alias: Garbage Race: Metahuman Sex: Female Class: Anti-Combat Saboteur Equipment: Accordion, Mini Speakers, Ultrabright LED Torches, Empty Vials, A sharp knife. Abilities:
High Social Intelligence: Shelly reads people's feelings like children's books. In conjunction with conversation she is capable of gleaning a lot more information than most.
Sensory Persuasion: Sensing Shelly induces Synesthesia, causing temporary changes in perception, tastes and opinions of the sensor. The intensity of the perception correlates positively with the magnitude of change. For example, passively gazing at or listening to Shelly offers little to no change after a short period of exposure. However the feeling of Shelly against your bare skin has the chance to drastically alter current priorities and occasionally warp perception of reality. Its thought that Shelly gives off an "aura", a complex array of sensory information at all times (even when trying to do nothing), including but not limited to visual cues, pheromones, voice modulations, tactile stimuli and secretions in sweat that induce over stimulation and under stimulation in both the sensory and memory section of the brain leading to temporary changes. These changes start off as quite random, however Shelly tunes herself unconsciously becoming more better and better at controlling the experiences she induces in those paying attention to her. It is unknown what effect Shelly has on those with extrasensory abilities, although the link between intensity of the sensing and amount of change to tastes and opinions is likely to hold true.
Fighting Style: Pacifist. Entirely unskilled in combat. Prefers talking it out.
Personality: Bold, independent and verifiably the best taste in fashion known to man, Shelly is a force to reckoned with. She's by no means clever but doesn't often find herself outwitted, nor is she especially tough. Shelly's true strength relies on her ability to read the situation and read people, diffusing situations with her social skills, her patience and her compassion. Shelly's learnt not to be shy, her behaviour has a more lasting effect on people than her powers do. She's a natural diplomat and if it weren't for the Crucible she would probably already climbing the political ladder. Everyone who has ever spent time with Shelly would tell you she was charming, in an little odd way, and certainly a delight to be with. Shelly is very open with others, deep down however, she still finds it tough to trust others, and more worryingly, this mistrust has always scaled with compatibility. The best way to describe how close she lets people get to her is "arms length", but you wouldn't know this until you REALLY pushed this boundary as she is well equipped to hide it.
Wish: End the Crucible, for good.
Echo: The old family farmhouse, it long winding path to the main road, the telegraph poles and the surrounding fields of rapeseed oil. Dark clouds circle overhead, threatening to rain but never quite getting there. The wind gusts up periodically, the yellow flowered crop succumbing to its strength and swaying with it. A body kneels at the threshold to the house in front of the door, a hand gesturing as if to be handing something over. A pained, defeated expression is painted irremovably on its face. Shelly has no recollection of her parent's old home out in the country from when she was little, her mother and Shelly moved out when she was much too wee. Shelly's Echo of the farmhouse is based entirely on the video footage of her late father's trip into the Crucible, which she has studied more carefully than she cares to admit.
Bio: Shelly has spent the entirety of her adult years training for the Crucible; aged only 23 Shelly even admits it isn't hasn't been long. Shelly's confidence in her abilities and her Mother's declining health have been her primary motivators for signing up this season. She can't keep putting it off either, Maybe next year? The year after? When does that end? She's ready, the time is nigh. Shelly's biggest worry is her Mother; Mum knows Shelly's flying the coop but doesn't yet know she's heading to the Crucible, she's under the impression she's moving in with a boyfriend. She'll find out eventually, but Shelly hopes the tournament will be close to ending before then. Shelly isn't much worried about death, despite that being a real threat in this tournament, she'll never give anyone a reason to take her life. Anyone that can't be reasoned with she'll be more than willing to offer the phylactery too and suffer the consequences.
Appearance: Shelly has curly shoulder length dark brown hair, usually tied up behind her right ear with an aging, but still functioning, fluffy Miffy scrunchy. Exceptionally Dark brown eyes adorn her tan face, dark enough that without good light its tough to see where pupil ends and iris begins. An innocent button nose betrays her age, however her personality will set you straight again. At 5'3" she's a shorty but her high, wide hips give her legs the impression of length. Her training has toned her physique, but she's by no means muscular.
Garbage wears a black hooded cloak, which obscures physique and accordion entirely, and can be tied together to keep closed with a gold ribbon. The hood is large an makes it difficult to see that shes also wearing a superhero style domino eye mask and an earpiece with tiny microphone attached. Out from the bottom of the cloak you can just about make out a pair of combat boots. Underneath is Garbage's "supersuit", which is designed for maximum exposure without compromising on necessary protection. Garbage chooses to wear a white low cut boyshort leotard. Two red vertical stripes run up the suit and down the back. Her "utility belt" is little more than a bum bag decorated with red ruffles that contains some of her potent weapons.
Frenzy: Shelly loses control of her power, transmitting all her dreadful, insanity driven feelings to all others that are paying attention to her, forcibly. The sheer intensity of it leaving most of their sensory and memory faculties hugely impaired with garbage information, manifesting itself in experiences like hallucinations, blindness, deafness, false memories, amnesia, the sensation of slow time and out of body experiences. It also activates Frenzy in her victims.
Failing to obtain a soul returns her to previous state of control giving her back the ability to focus and tune, however she too is now a victim of her own powers and is just as liable to disable herself as she is others.
Also, if I have an idea for what the Fanged Rangers should do for the festival, but its not one my character would come up with, who should I collude with OOC, @TheWindel or @ReapTheMusic?
"Ah, here we are." Thomas said, apparently satisfied. "It wasn't exactly a secret so maybe you just missed it or something, but..." Thomas stretched his arm out and offered the slip to Caitlyn. "Alice in wonderland." Thomas said. "Does that answer your question?"
Now this was an entirely different sort of embarassing, asking about stuff she should know. Now he probably thinks I'm thick, or dull. By the sounds of it, he didn't seem to think Caitlyn was trying to do anything but get information so maybe it was best he did think she was thick or dull for now. At least it turned out her questions wasn't putting Thomas out of his way as much as she thought she was, this made her feel a lot better. With nothing left to ask the News Club it was about time leave.
"Yes thats great thanks," Caitlyn replied with a smile,"and everyone seems to think you have all the answers because you do, very little goes on here you guys don't know about." Caitlyn stood up to grab her things, "I'm sure you have better things to deal with right now so I won't waste any more of your time on silly questions. Thanks again!"
She closed the door behind her and sighed, glad that was all over for now. Time to report back to Nagato-dono, I'm sure he'll be happy to hear nothing really went on. Did he need notifications about nothing going on though? Maybe she could segway it into something else.
To: Kenji Nagato Subject:News Club Update
Dear Nagato-sama, Just out of the News Club now. Micheal was dragged off by Erika before he could say anything really and Miss Harper was far more interested in just teasing everyone, so nothing to report. Oh, Miss Harper did say she's doing a play or comedy routine for the festival but from the short snippit I heard, I do hope they have a back up plan.[smiley_poop2.png]
Come to think of it, what are the Fanged Rangers doing for the festival? Should we (Cassandra and I) help out the Ivory Masks to secure a win for our alliance or do you already have something planned to win it for ourselves? The stakes are pretty high this year.
Sincerely yours, Caitlyn
Done, Caitlyn could slink back to her room, grab something to eat and read through those patch notes she keeps meaning to catch up on.
“Nah, I just like to mess with you kid. Nothing too personal or anything like that,” Maribel answered eagerly to Caitlyn’s question. “Keep doing you girl! Oh by the way, loving the whole concealing act thing. Maybe you should go ask old Kenji about a date sometime. I know I did!”
Then she vanished. So many unanswered questions... Caitlyn could wrap her head around her being a wind up merchant, it wasn't exactly how she imagined Miss Harper to act in real life, but it wasn't exactly an extrordinary way for someone her age and stature to act. However what Caitlyn couldn't fathom was what she meant by everything else Maribel said. Caitlyn wasn't aware she was doing anything in particular, least of all concealing secret, shameful, lusty feelings for Nagato, that would be plain wrong, especially given her was her leader; it was unethical, it was nepotism! She just couldn't. Unless she meant concealing her real intentions for accepting her invitation? But she couldn't have known, her cover was good and there weren't even any Kings here anymore. Was she presenting weirdly? Keep doing you, because you're pushing the mold and its strange but I'm nice enough to crush yourself esteem by embarassing you infront of others, but still want you to know I'm mocking you? Is that what she meant? She was dressed fine. Plus that thumbs up, she wasn't being mean at all, just... strange.
"Sorry about the wait, Caitlyn." Thomas said, turning to their guest. "What was it you wanted to know?"
There was no reason to be hear anymore, no secret talks between Kings, they'd just all turned up here by happenstance due to their relationships with others. She had half a mind to simply excuse herself and apologise for wasting his time, but that would be behaving as bizarrely as Miss Harper was. Thomas had been a hospitable host, and certainly deserved a little more that a quick goodbye, there were a few things that she could ask about that wouldn't make this trip a complete waste of time though.
"Ah, Thomas was it?" Caitlyn started, "I was wondering whether you knew which theme had been choosen for this years festival? I know that this is a big scoop and if it gets out it could hurt the paper, but the Gardening Club has been working really hard this year to get the school grounds ready and..."
Caitlyn realised this was becoming a bigger request than she intended when she started, she needed to stop waffling and get to the point.
"If I knew what the result was I could put in the order for the theme plants with my own money. They'd take a good while to turn up, definitely after the weekly paper came out, so the story wouldn't break early and we could have the school look perfect for the festival." There was no way of knowing how that would go down, Caitlyn regretted bring this up first. It was a big ask. It made bringing up the second question a little awkward, maybe it could wait until they approached the Gardening Club about it. Caitlyn couldn't help but look a sheepish, now she'd realised, and had about exhausted her capacity for being social in real life. @RoflsMazoy@Lord of Evil@KoL@TheWindel@Ryonara
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