Demonic Angel

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

【♭Erin McGarth♭ & ஒClara Moonஒ】

Erin McGarth-

Clara Moon (Will be seen on the outside after certain plot things happen)-

【Erin's Theme/|\Clara's Theme】

~"One heart is covered in stone and full of hatred. The other is uncovered and full of love. The question we have for you is how can we make these dysfunctional sides into a whole heart?"~

Necessary sections

Name: Erin McGarth & Clara Moon
Nicknames: Erin is frequently called a human pest by her "other self". Granted that the lighter half calls Clara an invisible monster making the two side clash even more.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Alias: Jekyll and Hyde
Age: Erin is 14 years old | Clara is 103 years old but with being in a much younger body the woman acts like an overbearing teenager until the time is right.
Apparent Age: The girl appears to look no younger than 13 though she does hate being called a little kid by people she doesn't know.
Race: Symbiote/parasitic Licentia
Sub-Race/Lineage or Nationality/Specialty: Sub-race- Licentia Fire Ifrit for Clara. Ireland for her human companion.

Appearance:
Height- 5' 3"
Weight- 109 lbs

Location: Wrist
Marking Appearance:
The marking appeared just after the Licentia core was installed directly inside Erin’s heart. The tattoo itself feels unnatural but appearance wise it look naturally placed. The young woman knows exactly marking means but refuses to even knowledge its existence upon her skin. Though when you ask Clara about it she seems to freeze up, almost as if she wished you hadn’t asked about it, before rolling her eyes in annoyance. Only time will tell if player will ever learn the story behind this mark.

Location: Just like in Clara's picture.
Marking Appearance: Just like in Clara's picture
The birthmark on the girl’s lower back has a very special meaning behind it. One which could bring either a string of good luck or your undoing. If you ever go to the Ifrit’s home ruins and stopped at the doors it’s best to bring Clara along. Even though this woman is trapped inside a human’s body she’s still the next chieftain.

Note- All of their normal features are all the same as their pictures. From Clara's natural flamed formed (will be added after certain events are triggered) to Erin's human features. In the beginning when the Licentia first took over their body the young woman had burns in different areas on her body, which are thankfully completely healed. All that is left is a faint evidence that the burns were real. The markings appear to be literally burn into the girl's skin but in truth they tend to appear only when the two learn to work together.

Personality

For those who don’t know Erin they could assume that the goody little toe shoes is just a mask. One that is used to hide something much darker underneath the surface and in a basic understanding they would be half correct. Yes, the human tends to keep her distance from others and isolate herself but there’s a reason for this. The lighter half is kind towards those who treat her like a human. Though when they bully her the other half reveals she’s there. Using her sharp edged words to go for the kill, verbally speaking.

The young woman is a bit gullible when it comes to learning. She wants to know as much about the world as possible due to being sheltered as a child. This tends to lead her into trouble more times than not. The girl looks for the good in everyone even after they have proven her wrong. When this happens Erin will attempt to understand the motives behind the person’s actions. Even though the human is forgiving towards those who have harmed her in the past the damage is still there.

Clara is the opposite of her lighter half. A true Yandere personality with a bad case of murderous tendencies. The woman isn’t afraid to show her true colors despite using the human as a mask of shorts. Her natural acting skills and her sweet voice have made many believe that she’s just another innocent teenage, who is misunderstood, until their number came up. The licentia is no stranger to getting her hands bloody and in most cases enjoys it. In her mind the woman sees herself as Erin’s twisted guardian angel of revenge. She honestly doesn’t care what others think though when a valid point is make she allows Erin to take control of their body. Clara is very over confident about her skills as both a killer and licentia though there are times which this causes them to get in trouble.

The woman tends to anger others with how she treats the lighter half. In a way the woman is harsh way of communicating with others. The only reason that she is mean to Erin is to teach the girl to push back. When things threaten to mentally or even physically harming the darker half’s insanity seeps through. Granted that afterwards the girl feels much better.

History

The young woman was born in Dublin, Ireland to a wonderful couple. Granted as her Aunt has told the girl several times that it was such a shame the two never met. Her mother was a stay at home mom while her father worked for a small company that helped find cures for diseases. Something that her father had always found interesting. The day the two found out that they were to be expecting was rather an odd day itself. You see the night before the young woman had been sick for a couple of weeks, making her husband very worried, though at first neither thought anything of it. Though when the symptoms seemed to worsen the guy broke down and loaded his wife into the car. Once there a friend of her father's took the into his office and examined her mother. The first words he said was congratulations you're expecting a little one in a few months. This nearly caused the young man to collapse from over shock.

Years passed giving the two time to plan out their lives, unknown to everyone that the day Erin was born everything would change, and not for the better. The lighter half's aunt swears that the day her sister went into labor the air around their family grew colder. A heavy feel to the air as if someone was removing all the oxygen from their lungs. As the day continued the feeling continued to get worse. Though when everything was over they had lost a very loved woman and gained a miracle too.

After her mother's death people began seeing a change in the once looked up to man. His protective instincts had gone into overdrive while the little girl was growing up. Some days the man would keep her inside and away from other children. Other days the guy would take his daughter outside their home but refuse her requests to be allowed to explore. Around the age of about 3 or 4 the child's life would be changed forever and that ledge the man was one would soon take a very dark plunge.

One night Erin began getting sick which wasn't unusual considering that the girl's immune system would act up once in a blue moon, granted that this time it seemed to be much worse than any other time. Still her father thought it best to wait and see what happens. When the guy heard his baby girl crying in extreme pain was when he decided to take her to a friend of his. When she was examined and checked out the guy instantly regretted not taking her sooner. The child had a very rare and deadly disease. To make matters worse there was no know cure for what the girl had. No one had even ran into this strain though the person did have theories on how the girl gained it. On impulse something seemed to have snapped inside the man.

Erin doesn't really remember what happened after they found out she was ill. Just that the man kept her in bed and hired someone to take care of her while he worked. When she did see him come out of the basement his clothes were covered in a red substance and a crazed looked laid in his natural smokey blue eyes. To be honest the person the lighter half lived with frightened her to her core. Days passed and before the girl knew it her health began to improve. But mentally she knew something wasn't right.

As years passed the girl learned that her father was killed in what appeared to be a gas leak. During the time family members were deciding where she would be placed Clara began to pop her little head out and since then the two have lived life rather distance from others.

Belongings/Equipment

~ Mother's and Father's necklaces- The necklaces are in the form on puzzle pieces that holds one half of a heart. In the middle of the heart design is a rose in one corner and a rose in the other. The story behind it is that her parents had gotten these on their first year anniversary due to the couple believing that they were soul mates.

~ Erin’s necklaces- The young woman’s aunt had gotten her these after meeting Clara. She had told Erin that these objects would bring her good luck in finding friends. Even though the human doubts that this will ever happen she brings them with her to help ease her guardian's worry. Granted that they do tend to stay inside her book bag.

~ Notebooks- The young woman uses these to mainly speak with strangers o even keep notes inside. There is also a few drawings of Clara in the back with different Irish words to describe her looks. Though some of the words are rather unkind. When the girl shows interest with someone she writes down page after page of nothing of questions for the other person. These pages are either torn out of the notebook and given out to the target or the whole thing is given to them.

~ Dark Blue Outfit- Erin has this outfit underneath her regular clothing either by the darker half taking her hand on fire or the Ifrit’s defensive spell. When Clara decides to come out she tends to engulf the normal girly outfit that her light half had chosen that day. The flameproof clothes underneath help provide at least some modesty to the already unique individual. Dispute the thin texture of the clothing the darker half is about to move around freely without any restrictions.

~ Extra Textbooks- The girl might not look like it but she does enjoy getting good grades. Though her grade average tends to fluctuates around the B/C area. The only times she ever earns an F is due to Clara breaking out of her cage. Something that does tend to happen once in awhile. If this happens then the young woman will study until the grade is once again brought back to normal.

Capabilities

Mental :

Erin’s fear of fire began when she woke up the her house burning down to the ground. She dislikes small enclosed spaces due to her childhood though the woman much prefers being in this situation than the other one. The young woman can’t mentally handle bullying which causes her to shut down complete or even force Clara out into the open. Despite these the girl is pretty much a normal teenaged girl.

Besides being naturally afraid of water, which comes with being an Ifrit, Clara has a about two others. Erin is at least one of those fears. They have been together so long that the young woman doesn’t know exactly what to do if she suddenly left. Another is having someone touch her core. The woman’s eyes will widen and two things will happen. One she’ll push her lighter self out if she believes Erin can solve it. Or two the girl will submit to her defeat and beg them to stop.

Physical:

Erin can take a bit more damage than a normal girl. Due to the rather violent things that Clara does. Most times the extent of injury could be avoided which tends to upset the young woman that much more. During certain times there will be random burn marks on her body from attempting to keep her darker self cage. This mostly affects the girl more mentally than physically though depending one how long she's able to handle mental cage.

Clara’s fighting style has some distance to it though most of it is close quarter combat due to her geasters. This tends to leave her wide open for her opponent to attack. Yes, the flames on her body help cushion a possibility of ¼ to ½ (depending on where you’re striking) of the damage that is received. When faced with the same elemental enemy the girl is rather helpless in that regard.

Magical/Technological

Erin

~ Spell Name: Fog
Casting Time: Casting time takes about 1 or 2 seconds without being disturbed granted that if there is activity around her, then casting time will vary

Range: 2 or 3 meters

Duration: In order for the spell to be casted it requires full focus and a simple Irish word, ceo. The object of this spell is to mimic nature fog. In order to become thicker the user must keep their complete focus and keep continuously casting. The downside is when the allies need to move through the area. If certain lights are used then their positions will be revealed, through this would help allow them to see much better, unless they’ve remembered the terrain.

~ Spell Name: Healing Water
Casting Time: Casting time varies completely on the wound itself. Mostly on how deep the enemy had managed to get. Since Erin isn't very good at her spells at the moment so she won't be able to heal a lot until later on.

Range: For best results it’s best with hand to skin contact though it will work with her hand hovering a few inches from the wound.

Duration: As all of Erin’s spells full concentration and a word is required to cast. This specific word is Leighis. When the spell is first activated the area has a dark blue glow which slowly turns lighter while the injury closes. For the moment the spell is limited in healing. At the moment the spell can heal everything except for bones, deep muscle damage, and organs. The reason for this is because the water acts like
medium for the vis granted that if the liquid is placed too deep inside the injuries complications will occur.

~ Spell Name: Waterfall
Casting Time: The casting time varies on what is going around her. For the most part, if undisturbed, takes about 2 or 3 seconds.

Range: This spell only affects a small area that the user will

Duration: The way to cast this one is full focus, the target’s name, and a single word called Uisce. When the target’s name is spoken they will be gently drizzled which forms an enchantment like armoring over the target. This will only last as long as the water droplets don't evaporate from their body. There are ways to quicken the evaporation process with fire based spells. If you're using weapons the armor is able to be hit off which in turn weakens the spell.

Clara

~ Spell Name: Wildfire
Casting Time: 2 or 3 seconds to conjure. About 4 or 5 to hit maxim size

Range: The range in total is about 1 to 2 meters but in reality it varies on the user

Duration: All Clara has to do is heat up the dormant Vis in her hand, making it ignite into what looks like a red hot fireball. In a way you would be right to think this though when thrown the object acts much like a flamethrower. Unlike Ifrit’s heart this spell only harms what’s in throwing range, granted that certain spells and armor can deflect that. The user is more in control with the flames allowing it it shift, turn, or even move around allies or enemies.

~ Spell Name: Dragon’s Whip
Casting Time: Casting Time is about 2 or 3 seconds though it really varies on what is going on around her

Range: The maximum reach that this spell can reach is about 5 or 6 meters granted that Clara only uses the range which her target is at

Duration: This spell is rather unique mostly due to it being more of a weapon than an actual spell. The whip mimics that of a Wyvern’s tail, from the leathery texture and down to even the small barbs located down it, making the weapon very effective. Granted if the caster is feeling meretricious the barbs can disappear completely. Just like all of the girls spells this one requires full concentration, and a single jerk like motion. As if you were using a baseball bat with a single hand. The weapon is able to shred through some types for armor like leather or a lighter substance with time. Other materials like steel will only become extremely hot on the outside layer and with enough attacks will eventually become heated on the inside as well.

~ Spell Name: Ifrit’s Heart
Casting Time: The casting time is almost instant. Thankfully this single spell can only be used once a day. There are warning signs that this spell is going to activate, a orange tint to her skin, a burning sensation in the back of the woman’s eyes, or a massive headache. Granted that this isn’t always the order in which the warning begins in.

Range: This is the most destructive spell that Clara knows. Yes, this is technically does need Vis to use but the warning signs are all Ifrit. In other words the blast varies on the danger the future chieftain is facing. The maximum range is 2 meters radius.

Duration: Ifrit’s Heart is about the only spell that Clara regrets having in her arsenal. In reality the spell should by all means attract her and yet the licentia tries to stay far away from this option. There’s three reasons for this granted that some people don’t really understand until they see the aftermath. One is because of the uncontrollable flames. Naturally an Ifrit’s ability to manipulate the Vis flame are dead on. This allows them to twist and turn them at will, that is until this spell is activated. The flames tend to blast outwards, begging at the chest area where their core solely lies and forcibly pushing outwards in order to protect the caster, which tends to leave a massive area scorched. Second is that it mentally drains both personalities granted for the darker half it takes a whole day in a sleep mode to recover. The third reason is the 2nd degree burns to Erin’s chest. Yes, with time they will heal and thankfully aren’t life threatening. But throughout their lives together the licentia has figured out that the lighter half tends to chill when injury to their body is unavoidable.

Close Relationships

Emmett Matthews- Erin was best friends with Emmett when they went to the same school. When Clara began to become more active the girl attempted to push everyone away though this most likely let the young man to know something was wrong.

Olivia Matthews- The lighter half was close to the child due to being friends with her older brother. One of the perks being that the young woman’s aunt helped watch the two which helped strengthen their friendship

Charles- This man is Erin’s (and surprisingly Clara’s) favorite teacher in the college. Each for their different reasons. The lighter half loves learning about the man though when he is hurt the girl feels horrible.The darker half’s is because he can’t die granted that this fact also annoys her. Another reason is the golems he allows her to use.

Erin’s Aunt- The two girls are driven nuts about the woman’s constant worry. The guardian understands that there are two different people inside one body and the woman treats them like such. In a way the woman sees both sides as her baby girls. When she spoken of both Clara and Erin tend to call her mother.

Vincent McGarth & Raven McGarth- Vincent’s and Raven’s existence is unknown to Erin, even though they’re half siblings. Their view point to the young girl is rather dark mainly because of happened between their mother and father’s separation. The two tend to cause trouble with the human’s Aunt filing court orders against her guardian, claiming that the nurse was an unfit caretaker. This was one of the many causes for the family moving away from Ireland though without anyone knowing the two seemed have followed. Their goal in life is to make their sister’s life a living hell.

(I don't plan on using her half siblings at all. Though I have planned this before and someone wanted some more villain characters. Figured it was best to list them just in case.)
@Celaira@yoshua171

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Location: Las Vegas
Time: Afternoon-2pm

Yeong’s fingered tapped against the car door for what felt like the thousandth time today. So far all the two had seen was nothing but traffic as far as the eyes could see, making the minutes feel like they were ticking by much more slower. Slower than normal. Honestly right now things felt really awkward between the twins. Even more so since the two just passed the welcome to Las Vegas sign.

” Well this is fun. I know our parents said that we needed to spend time with each other but this is just...ridiculous. How about we pull over, look for a nice bar, and shoot some pool? Maybe place some bets and cheat a bit?” She asked while looking at her sister. Who seemed to be wearing a very disapproving look. The werewolf shrugged her shoulder with her hands up in the air.

” What? I'm just saying with our unique skills we could make a lot of money. Look I know you disapprove but at the moment what choice do we have? I mean unless we have a rich Aunt somewhere who’s will to folk out cash to some baboeuls (google translation for fools).” Yeong knew Ji understood what she said considering that they didn't use both languages often. The oldest sister was always better at speaking Chinese. The other was more fluent in Korean and yet they were both able to understand each other perfectly. As if their minds were connected by hat invisible sixth sense.

A rattling from the engine caught both of their attention as well as the smoke. Thankfully the oldest was able to pull over, only to find out that the engine had overheated massively. ”Welcome to the story of our lives.”

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Void

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Panic

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Mission: Retrieve the stolen box
Location: Hysteria, Djarkel

A few steps backwards in order to get the right distance, wapping of wings coming from her right, and on decision though could have harm the three of them. How much more stupider could the girl have been? Of course there was someone flying above when Lyn misjudged that jump. Of course it would have been the Esyire of all things. How stupider could the young woman get considering that Lyn was never truly left alone. Everything was beginning to fall in place for once on her life. She was no longer needed to protect the young woman.

Personally the vampire didn’t mind turning back and going towards the cart. After all considering that the half breed was safe and sound with a protector there wasn’t much to do. The human could survive retrieving the blasted box without any problems. Best to leave now and not be bothered with such burdens. This was what everyone in the group was thinking right? Best get rid of the useless people so you don’t have to deal with them ever again.

The woman’s head shook violently attempting to clear all these negative thoughts away. Granted some still lingered in their place. Control was never really her strong suit, making it fairly easy to pick up her thoughts if one wanted to. Her figure once again copied the movements from before, making the jump without any problems for being a newly turned vampire. ” Guess the whole jumping through the trees like a complete moron wasn’t useless after all. The last step gave me a small amount of troubles as well as getting the angle perfectly but I digress.” She thought to herself then addressed Lyna after Ssarak.

” I know you want to be just like your father Lyn but please don’t do that again. You could have gotten hurt and the last thing I need is another hit on the head due to you copying me alright? Stay with Ssarak and the others please. It’s better if I get hurt then you alright?” The woman said in a soft tone before placing a few more candies in her mouth. Her eye twitched off to the distance, seeing faint figures running their way.

”Ssarak take our little Lyn up. Keep high off the ground and leave the fighting to us. If you don’t trust me then give Lyn to me and we’ll head back to the cart. Personally I would rather release my frustrations on them than the cart.”

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Void

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Prisoner: Talon Soule

Jewel Namore

Location: Jedi Temple during sacking, Day 1: 11th hour

Jewel stalked through the smoke filled corridors of the Jedi temple in search of more living Jedi to capture. In one hand, her weapon was tightly gripped, but unignited. The other was stretched tense in a claw shape and ready to throw all manner of horrific Force attacks at any hostiles she encountered.

She was on the trail of a Jedi now - an elusive one to be sure, and not the most powerful if her reading of the Force was correct… Yet she knew from experience that raw power wasn’t always the best trait for a Sith. It was then she rounded a corner and caught sight of the Jedi. A small, fur covered thing that wouldn’t look out of place in the Dromund Kaas menagerie. Yet the Force was evident in it, and that meant Jewel would capture it, no matter how unlikely a recruit to the Sith it may be.

Talon quietly watched as her friend departed the room with the children. In a way the young woman was happy that the small group was out of her way. There would less chances of someone screwing up. Less of a chance of getting caught with her tail between her legs. The teenager’s tail flickered off the ground, ears pulling towards the back of her skull, as the fur on the back of the fox’s neck brushed upwards. Something wasn’t right.

The Amaran’s eyes glanced around the room in search of her uneainess. Unconscionably the woman knew why her fur was standing still though the girl wasn’t sure the enemy’s exact placement. Something that could mean life and death in any sneak attack. Talon shifted her foot to the right, the opposite paw dragging against the library’s flooring, as their eyes made contact. Instincts took over from there allowing the Amaran’s paws to pattern hard against the floor.

Her figure placed a paw upon on of the carts, pushed the object forwards in an attempt to block one of the two entrances, even for a few measly seconds.

Jewel broke out into a sprint as soon as her quarry was in sight. She reached the door just as the first object did, immediately leaping forward and igniting her lightsaber. The object was cut in two, the pieces flying to either side as Jewel rose through the air. The second object was close to striking her, but rather than be impeded by it, she used it as a stepping stone, leaping further into the air off it.

She somersaulted through the air, aiming to land just in front of the creature and bring her lightsaber down in a crushing blow upon it. It would be a killing strike, should it land - but as far as Jewel was concerned, if the beast was felled by such an obvious and telegraphed strike, it didn’t deserve capture, and would never be a good Sith anyway.

The fox sensed something coming down the hallway, aiming for her like some animal on the hunt, no pun intended on the reality of the Amaran’s own existence. She allowed her eyes to glance backwards and catch a glimpse of a figure jumping from an object. Most likely this was an attempted attack to finish the enemy quickly. Every person’s nightmare in this world. Though honestly the young woman wasn’t planning on departing from this world anytime soon.

A quick turn to the right would caught her off balance and possible death, a turn to the left without knowing exactly what was on the other side was dangerous too, granted that going forward would be a hazard for one’s health as well. Best option would be to shift to the right far enough to allow some sort of boost and then lead them into a different area. Maybe a place with small spaces to help give her some sort of advantage.

The young woman leaned to the right, far enough for her paw to touch solid ground, then used force speed for a boost hopefully dodging the attack completely. She then used force stun to provide some sort of cover or distraction. If there was still time the young woman would continuing running in the new direction.

As Jewel completed her maneuver and brought the Lightsaber down, the smell of singed fur and boiling stone filled the air. Her prey had only barely dodged, a slow and foolish reaction as far as Jewel was concerned, though she reevaluated when she felt a probing at her mind. The little thing was trying to stun her with the Force. Her reaction was simply to laugh and shrug it off. No Jedi she had ever encountered had the mental fortitude to overcome her mental barriers.

Raising her crimson lightsaber to the ready once more, she noted the Jedi turn to try to run again. “Are all Jedi as cowardly as you? Or are you just a pet rodent with a toy lightsaber?” She taunted as she leapt forward to give chase.

“A rodent? Really? You seriously need to up the name calling game. Actually use that brain of yours to come up with a better insult.” The girl remarked turning a right. The girl kept running, searching for some advantage point, while strategizing at the same time. In reality the young woman knew that running wasn’t going to last. She side stepped to the left and pulled out her light saber. “Well this is a bit of a predicament. Mind if I ask for a dance my lady?”

Finally, some spirit Jewel thought as she saw the creature’s lightsaber whip out. She transferred her forward momentum into a quick one handed diagonal slash towards her foes head. She was focusing on speed more than power - expecting not to need it against her smaller but more nimble enemy.

”Okay if she’s going forward then one of two things could happen. A slash to the right might be a bit predictable. Possibly to the left. So… Why not attempt a guard?” she quickly thought shifting a bit lower. The fox stepped backwards, placing the blade upwards in order to defend against a new attack. Her figure moved another step to where the woman was facing her enemy and slashed at her left.

Jewel grinned as her blade struck hard resistance. Red clashed with yellow, and rather than move for another strike, Jewel shifted from a focus on speed to a focus on strength, seeking to force down her enemies blade in a very one-sided blade lock. She was toying with her foe now, wearing the creature down.

Talon shifted the blade towards an angle when she began feeling her body being forced downwards. In reality the fox knew that her strength wasn’t even a match for her opponent. So what if they were forced to keep moving? The Amaran shifted to the left, allowing the blades to part, moved her left foot forwards, and jumped upwards to attack from above.

Jewel stepped back as her foe dodged away and, when the creature went airborne, did some things that were extremely unusual when compared to her usual fighting style. She took hold of her weapon with two hands and raised a simple Form I straight block. Once her foe had moved out of range, she shifted to make a two handed slash - equally as simple as the block had been - at the place she thought her enemy would land. All of this was done out of a realisation that in this particular scenario, her own acrobatics would be more of a detriment than a help.

The block wasn’t something that Talon had expected the woman to do but then again it was only natural. Something which she had seen day after day when her comrades were taken away from their guild. Now here was a different person in a thief's position and her as the ever violent guard. The young woman used the lightsaber to attempt to attack her. Beginning at the back right shoulder area and diagonally to the left side chest. When the guard came into contact with the attack she used the momentum to push away from the enemy. Giving a much needed space between the two.

As she finished deflecting the strike, Jewel wasted no time in hurling herself into the air in pursuit. Though she did not want to try and match the small foe in an acrobatic brawl, when it came to covering ground she could easily keep up. While she approached she began a telepathic assault on the Jedi, reaching into the darkness and the fury that filled her to hurl both fear and slowing energy through the Force. When she came close to her enemy her lightsaber flashed out again in another swift one-handed strike, this time aimed at her foe’s lightsaber.

The sudden attack was a big surprise. The enemy copying her jump wasn’t quite what the fox expected. At first the Amaran didn’t realize that there was a mental attack. If it hadn’t been for the tingling sensation beginning at the back paws and creeping upwards, just like it had when she was apart of the criminal world. The fox’s ears laid back in order to help her concertation, attempting to form a decent defense within a certain time limit, though when footsteps came closer things become a bit more tricky. Her blade went up, minutes feeling like seconds, inching until they once again collided blades. A growl released from the young woman’s throat and blood dripped from her jaw due to biting her tongue. A shift to the side making their sabers move as if for a kill shot. Only to to stop half way.

To be honest the girl really wanted to finish the attack but something had forced her to stop. Maybe it was because her morals were much stronger than originally thought. Or perhaps it was because the the memories for the guards violence had stopped her. All Talon knew was that even though her buttons had been pushed it wasn’t right to kill. Even the fox’s master would agree to this fact.

Jewel was forced to pull back as a counter strike from her small foe’s lightsaber came uncomfortably close to her midsection after having slipped beneath her guard. But even as she recoiled to preserve herself, she reveled in the backwash of emotion from the Jedi before her. There was fear - brought on by the telepathic attack no doubt - but something more, just for a moment. The strike had been fueled in its speed by the Dark Side, and Jewel’s keen perception picked up on that right away. Even if it had stopped short, it was a crack, a chink in the mental armor of the Jedi… One to be exploited at a later date.

Stopping like that, however, was also an unforgivable, unrecoverable mistake. Twisting her own weapon around, Jewel was able to bring it back and with a reverse strike cut towards the outstretched hand. She aimed for the weapons hilt seeking to destroy her enemies lightsaber, but would just as happily sever the hand that held it. The Jedi was fast running out of options.

Never in Talon’s life had something made her regret becoming a Jedi. That was until today. Not only did she have a taste of the dark side but in a way she enjoyed the preview. Something that the fox hoped never happened again. The cracking sound forced her focus back to the present. Talk about rubbing salt into the wound. There wasn’t really any other option than surrender.

Jewel completed the Sun Djem disarming strike elegantly, twirling her lightsaber by her side once before shutting it off. Her enemies weapon failed in a shower of sparks and she grinned with the elation of victory. No sooner had she done this than her left hand shot out to grip the small Jedi before her by the throat, lifting and squeezing. Not enough to damage permanently, but consciousness would not last. The beast reached forward and down with its mouth wide, biting at her armored gauntlet. Jewel admired the Jedi’s spirit, even if the attempt was futile. Eventually, her foe went limp and she threw it over her shoulder, to carry to the shuttle, only stopping to collect the broken pieces of the lightsaber on the way. Victory and a prize were hers at last.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

❀Emma❀

Time: About 9:30-!0:00 pm
Location: Park Area in entertainment distract, Day 3


A flicker of his pencil, a small detail removed or even changed completely, all while sitting in one of the many spots the young man enjoyed. Killian bit his lip once again as a mental image slowly crept inside his mind’s eye. Most days the buyer would ask for a momentum of something. Whether it was for a deceased family member or perhaps maybe for a beloved pet animal. Rarely was it for something like this request. The person had contact the African American through his personal email which made this $159 drawing a bit stranger than the others. In truth he hated dealing with those who had gained his personal email address. Then again the human was grateful for having this job all together.

It wasn't uncommon for her to be out this late at night. Mostly because she wasn't always as aware what time it was because she was too wrapped up in whatever it was that she was doing. Like today. When she was caught up in this poem she was working on, sitting on a bench...somewhere, she honestly wasn't sure where, still too new to the city to really know her way around. But it had gotten dark, and while she'd noticed that, it hadn't fully made it through to her brain how late it was. She paused, mid thought, looking up from her tablet that she was working on and looking around her, blinking with a bit of confusion. “What?” she said aloud to herself. “When did that happen?”

At first Killian was confused at he glanced upwards from his work. An eyebrow shifting upwards, as if to mimic a normal person’s confused look. The man’s lips parted granted that ways had began to escape his voice box. A hand shifted the page he was working forward and cleared work space for a brand new drawing. A hand flickered upwards and then downwards making what would look like a guide for the guy’s newest interest.

A single circle was finally lightly scribbled in the middle of the page allowing the artist to add details. His focus was spited between the work and the unaware model. A few more scribbles were added, only to be erased just as fast, due to African American not liking how they turned out.

Emma shook her head gently, brushing back her wavy brown hair after she'd cleared the confusion from her mind. Sighing some, she went back to work, her brows furrowed slightly as she tried to think of the word that she was missing. She couldn't figure it out for the life of her and she sat back, looking skyward for some sort of inspiration. There was the beginning of a nagging sense that someone was watching her, but she didn't think anything of it.

The sudden movement of his model would have made him frown though with her looking upwards towards the seemed to have added something,. Maybe it was her natural beauty being highlighted in the light. Or perhaps it was that the young woman was mainly lost in her own world that added a pleasant vibe to this new piece. In truth the guy didn’t know.

He shifted in his seat while staring at her. His figure slightly slumped forwards. ]“ Pennies for you thoughts Miss?” Killian asked in a calm and polite tone.

Emma looked back down and blinked at him a little confused. She hadn't noticed him nearby before. Or more accurately, she had, but not thought anything of it. “Oh ummm,” she started, laughing at herself softly. “It's ah...it's nothing really. Just stuck on a word I can't seem to think of.”

“ Perhaps I can help you Miss. I might not be the best at words but I can still try.” The young man said with a smile.

She laughed and shook her head some. “It's alright,” she replied with a kind smile. “I'll either figure it out or I won't. It's just a jumble of thoughts as it is so trying to explain it to you would be more of a challenge I think. But thanks for the offer still.”

The young man nodded in response.] “ Alright then please do tell me if I’m able to.” The guy once again continued to sketch. After a few moments of silence he glanced upwards. ]“ Do you mind if I request something from you?”

Emma hummed in reply, raising a dark eyebrow up. “I guess that really depends on what it is you're going to be asking of me,” she said with a little laugh. “But you can go ahead and ask.”

]“ It’s nothing bad. You see I’m an artist and one of my clients asked for specific picture. I usually don’t do personal requests but since I’ve recently gained a little sister. I want to save up for her next birthday. Anyways. The request was for a beautiful woman in a park scene.” The young man explained with a rather charming smile. ]“ I’m willing to split the profit too.”

Emma blushed some at that. “I ah...I don't know if I'd say that I'm a beautiful woman,” she said with an awkward laugh. “But I ah...I suppose that I can sit for you if you like.” She laughed more, brushing her hair out of her face again before holding out her hand to him. “My name’s Emma by the way.”

Killian stood and walked over, shaking her hand in a very gentle manner. “ Killian. Though I hate to disagree Emma. You’re very beautiful.” He commented and then shifted in place. The young man held out the book showing her the semi finished drawing. ]“ I wanted to see if I’ve gotten it right so far.”

She shook his hand, her blush only growing at his words. She didn't think that she was too terribly ugly, but beautiful was not something she'd ever used in describing herself either. It wasn't common for good looking men to say that to her out of the blue either. “It's a pleasure, Killian,” she smiled. She took the sketch book from him and looked it over some. “I think it looks lovely. Even if I don't agree with my level of beauty.”

[color=#FFDAB9]]“ I tend to draw what I see.”]/color] The guy said. ]“ I can’t quite get your eyes right though. Something that I wish I could get perfect.” He remarked. The young man sat beside her, mentally redrawing her eyes. “ Might I ask what you do for a living?”

“I'm a student,” she said with a nod of her head, handing the sketchbook back to him. “Just started. Just moved here actually, not been in town long at all.” She looked up at him and smiled a little shyly. “You're an artist though, yeah?”

]“ Yes. I’m actually living with my professor for now. With a hope buying my own place. That is if my past stops catching up with me.” The man commented while fixing the eyes. The African American smiled a bit brighter when they began to become the way he saw them. He then looked back up to her and gently moved her hair behind her ear. “ There we go.”

She quirked an eyebrow up at that. “You live with your professor?” she asked, truly curious. “Where do you go to school at if I may ask?” There were other college's there in Ominar, he didn't have to be going to the same school as her. What would the odds of that be? But wouldn't it be very nice to have a friend there too? If she could call Killian that. But he seemed so nice, she couldn't think of why she wouldn't want to be friends with him.

Emma took in a little breath at his touch, but didn't pull back or push him away any. She looked down at her lap for a moment before looking back up, under her lashes some with her cheeks a very pink.

“ Yes. I’m in a little bit of trouble at the moment. My past is coming to bit me in the end. THough ever since I’ve met my mentor I’ve become very attached to him. So much that I still think of him as a kind and fair father figure. As for the school part I’m going to Zuma.” The guy calmly explained as he watched her features closely. The young woman was indeed rather cute though in the back of his head there was a sickening feeling. A feeling that if this woman ever found out about his past then she would no longer be as kind.

The man closed his eyes for a few seconds to push that feeling aside completely. After a few seconds of silence the young man opened his eyes. “ Kinda childish thoughts for a 19 year old huh?”

Emma blinked some at the mention of the school. She had hoped, but that was not something that she’d been expecting either. “I ah...I’m going to Zuma as well,” she said with a bright laugh. “Maybe we’ll have some classes together.” She figured they’d probably have at least basic classes together, even if they didn’t have the same specialties. “And it seems we have more in common as well. I’m nineteen, too.”

“ Interesting. Who would have saw this in our future? I’m really happy that you’re going there Emma.” The man commented in a very happy tone. For some reason he didn’t mind being around this young woman. In fact she was much easier to speak to than other people. Perhaps Charles was correct about about letting people in. Then again the old man might not let this go. Best to keep this little meeting a wondrous secret for now.

“ If I remember right you will be taking basics with Charles. Do you want to go somewhere with me?” He asked.

Normally, she wouldn't have said yes, but she supposed that he seemed an alright guy, despite his slightly cryptic comments about his past. But they might not have been his doing. “As long as you don't plan on murdering me,” she said with a teasing laugh.

“ Why would that idea cross a person’s mind? I like meeting someone I can speak to easily. Besides whoever would plot such a moronic thing is either insane or thinks you’re too weak. And you, my dear, aren’t weak. I would even protect if you would allow me to. I do hate losing my friends.” The man said as his eye softened a bit. The guy was be honest though to some his words might have sounded like a joke. In a way Killian was really hoping that the young woman believed them.

She laughed at that. “It was a joke,” she said. “Just making light of…” she trailed off, giving up on explaining the joke to him. She closed up her notebook and slid it into her bag, shouldering it as she stood up. “Well I guess lead the way then.”

The man watched her closely as she stood. His eyes glancing to the left, as if something had caught his eyes. A simple head shake and then a shifting of his body made it obvious he was a bit rusty with human interaction. “ I know it was a joke Emma. It will take me some time to register. I’m used to interacting only to certain people. Something that I’m attempting to change without much success.”

The African American’s hand once again rubbed the back of his head. HIs form shifted to the side while his hand gripped the book. “ Emma may I ask you something rather personally?”

She laughed a little awkwardly, but let that part of the conversation go. “Yeah, sure, I guess,” she said with a little shrug. She didn’t have to answer after all if she didn’t want to.

” What did you mean? After I didn’t get the joke right away.”

She tilted her head slightly, looking confused about what he was after. “You mean what was going to say?” she asked, trying to clarify. “Oh just that I was trying to lighten the mood is all.”

The man nodded as his hand placed itself on her shoulder. A smile slowly forming on his lips. ” Just remember one thing Emma. You come to me when something is bothering you. Now then shall we go out for dinner?”

“Well why didn't you say you wanted to go get something to eat in the first place?” she laughed, choosing to not address the rest of that just then. She wasn't totally certain how she felt about it so she wasn't ready to bring it up just then.

The young man just chuckled softly and nodded in agreement. The guy lead the way to one of his favorite spots nearby.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

...Where in the world did that come from might I ask?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Keri Wolf

Location: Hysteria, Djarkel
Mission: Diplomacy Mission

The young woman heard the sickening crack which came from the thief, making a smile creep on her lips. In a way the girl was happy at least one of the students were able to harm the human granted that the bloody man still had what they needed. Her hand gripped the shield in her hand tighter as the sword on her back gently patted her back. The vampire glanced from side to side, feet carrying her forward, in order to keep up with the hybrid child. Granted that the simple task wasn’t proving to be much of a challenge. Yes, Lyn was much faster than a normal human being though at times it didn’t feel like it. In a way time always seemed to stand still for Keri when running. The feeling was great in some aspects but in others it didn’t allow her to feel human.

Perhaps it was due to the newly piling stress that had began to make her feel this way. Maybe it was worry about her lover that added this unfamiliar though inside her mind. Whatever it was the vampire didn’t enjoy the feeling. She made a mental note to see her teacher in order to release some of her anger out again. Maybe ask him to train with her after this damn mission was over.

In the corner of Keri’s eyes was the color red showing in the light. This was the main thing that seemed to drag her out of her trance like thoughts. The hair color wasn’t unusual at least in the young woman’s mind set. Then again she could have been wrong. ” stop slipping into your own little world. Focus on protecting the others. Where’s Lyn?” she thought while looking around while continuing running forward.

Ssarak’s words filled the girl’s mind granted that they didn’t make much sense at the moment. When her eyes caught a sliver a light then his words made much more sense. She managed to see a figure go upwards towards the rooftops and decided to follow suit, mentally bring thankful that the person was Lyn.

”Lyn can you manage to grab him with a vine? If so then I can make a move for the box. Though if that doesn’t work I can at least injure his leg.”