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@Feisty-Pants

You've impressed me. Your tenacity is admirable, and your CS equally so. A standard setter for the books, consider yourself accepted and then some. And well... Let's just say that this will pay you back tenfold down the line. A quality character makes for quality RP.

Welcome aboard. :)

@Kalleth

Glad to be here!!

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History's acceptable, but the personality is not detailed enough. It reads like a propaganda pamphlet for one of the Living Saints of the Adeptus Sororitas. Don't get me wrong, I love the idea of a semi-holy knight of light chick, but based on the personality details that you've given, I have no clue if this character is every bit the perfect little angel or if she has a darker side. Does she have any doubts? And aside from her element, and her history at the academy, what else makes her tick? I would recommend to you to take the character, and isolate her from the RP. Then go back and read what you put down for personality, and try and discern what this character is actually like based solely on the description, as if somebody else were describing her to you. Because all I got was; Hardass, disciplined, soft hearted. I hope you can see why I can't accept a personality description that can be summarized in three words.

There are a lot of places you can go with this. The theme of trying to avoid/purge one's darker side, and having it backfire severely on the character is one we've already begun digging into in the RP, and a character who embodies that struggle could be very useful. I'm just asking you to expand, provide depth, and layers of complexity to your character which will aid you greatly in giving your character a narrative direction. That one line about her nightmares and trying to purge the darkness in her soul smacks of unnecessary edginess, unless you substantiate and contextualize it sufficiently to where I can empathize with the character, and understand her more deeply than; "She's a badass light knight with a deep inner struggle that means she puts up walls around herself and pushes others away." That's what I expect when you summarize, not explain in depth your character's personality.

So my answer is no, at least until you come up with a description of your character's personality that fulfills my expectation of giving me a glimpse into who Jeanne is, as opposed to who everybody else thinks she is. If you'd like examples of acceptable character profiles, I'd cite my own and Zelosse's as examples of standards to try and meet, though Crusader Lord's CS personalities probably most closely resemble what I'd like to see from your own character's description in terms of details.

@Kalleth

Done now, I think?

See the CS above, didn't think it was necessary to copy paste just two posts away.

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@Feisty-Pants Just to clear something up, but is Elizabeth originally from 'our' world, or from another world entirely?

The basis of this rp is that characters from our world found their true home in another wold, but were brought back to our world and are seeking to go back to their home.

@kittyluna45

Ah, I suppose I have a lot of rework to do. She was originally from that world.

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I'll post her as well, (Partly because that site is about to cease to exist) here:

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Name: The Flower of Miracles, or Viola.

Gender: Female

Age: 176

Race: Plant

Homeworld: Unknown

Compass: Logic 1, Wickedness 2

Bio: The flower of miracles.

That was the name they had called her at one time. Upon a barren wasteland, they had found her. A thin, frail sapling that had taken root in the crevace through the frigid howling air of an ice planet. A place so cold that the strange bipedal people that took her in often called it uninhabitable. Yet...inhabit it they did. Though she never understood why.

What she did understand however, was their kindness.

They gave her a fresh pot of dirt, a warm light, and water. Resources so desperately scarce on the desolate world they existed in misery upon. The kindness she could grasp, but the reason for it was something beyond her. The tall darker one often reflected of a lost home whenever he looked upon her growing seed. While the thin, frail looking one often gained a distant look whenever the other talked about their lost home.

Listening to their stories, she came to one conclusion: she wanted to help them. Wishing only to see them smile once again. For the two in their little hut had stumbled upon her, and took her into their home. With her entire being, the little plant simply wished to take them to the plant draped in glorious greens, waters, mountains and beaches that they often dreamed of in their sleep.

With their nurturing, she began to grow. The hut slowly grew warmer, the nights more forgiving, and the generator strained less. At first, the people didn't notice, assuming that the planet they lived upon was just going into its summer season. However, as time grew on and the little sapling began to grow even further, they noticed something absolutely awe-striking.

The ice around their home had begun to melt.

And green grasses were beneath it.

Over the next week, they watched on as for nearly two-hundred meters' distance, life literally sprung into being around them. That which had once been barren now had leaves, the small growth of trees and grass, and the trees themselves began to bear fruit. Even through the thick cloud cover that circled above them in such a desolate world, they began to see hints of sunlight. Beams of warmth that began to poke through.

Little did they realize that it was only the beginning. She began to grow even bigger, and as a result, the life that had begun to sprout grew to even greater heights of beauty and peculiarity. Literally, life had begun to sprout from the ground. And soon before long, the tall dark one had to learn how to hunt for food. Something that he had done as a child and had yearned to do again. The thin frail one could long at last take from the trees and carve pieces of art in leisure, something she had once done as well.

In her little pot she was beginning to outgrow, the plant's soul smiled. She had brought them happiness. Finally then, they truly noticed her. Having left their hut weeks ago for the warmth of the outdoors they missed so much, a chance entrance of the dark one brought her into view once again. The small wooden cup his beloved had hewn from wood fell to the ground, as the tiny sapling had grown into something else.

Encasing herself in a sphere of glass, the dark one saw the frame of someone, or something inside of it. She grew to even greater heights then, and the small rickety shack broke away, and finally she too could see the sunlight as with her will, the clouds broke away.

The two people who had sacrificed so much now saw her for what she truly was. She rose to exist within her little sphere of biological glass, watching on as life itself continued to blossom and grow. Now, with an area ranging at nearly at two square kilometres, she had reached the extent that her power could reach. It turned then to the refinement and further polishing of what she had created.

Yet her little triumph, her oasis on the wastes did not go unnoticed.

Years passed, and one day a great calamity fell from the skies. It was confusing to her, terrifying even as she shrank back in her little sphere. While the two who were her caretakers rejoiced. Shooting a strange light into the sky, and the calamity roared in deafening tone and drew closer. It was massive, a goliath in the heavens whose steely texture seemed even colder than the barrens she had sprouted upon. It landed on the ground, and more creatures like the dark and frail one emerged.

Once the new creatures drew closer, her caretakers quickly drew to them. Pointing at her and talking in a fervored tone, it was here that she first heard the name she grew familiar to so quickly: The Flower of Miracles.

Yet the similar creatures were not kind nor sweet. As abrupt as their arrival was, it also took a turn towards tragedy. One of them drew a blade and pistol, both weapons being foreign to the plant, and used them on her caretakers. She screamed in agony, in misery, her fingertips extending to the edge of her glass orb as she desperately tried to do something.

She wished to save the lives of the ones who had saved hers.

But it was to no avail as she crumpled into a miserable heap inside her little sanctuary. For all the power she held to create life, she held not the power to restore life to the ones who had blssed her with hope and a home. Her fingertips, slender, luminous and pale, curled into angered fists as there was nothing she could do but sit as these new cruel caretakers took her into their ship.

Tests began then, as men wearing clothes that were long and white examined her. Poking needles into the orb and trying to break the sanctity of her skin; they took samples of her blood, sequencing her DNA and giving it to other scientists for the sake of creating others like her. In time, all her heartbreak, all her misery coalesced into an overpowering sense of trembling rage as soon those who manned the ship found something to their disfavor.

With the poke of one last needle, the orb of glass began to melt. Sensors of energy and heat rose off the charts, and the Sapling, what had once been a tiny little plant caused the ship to literally melt from the inside out. The temperature itself of the interior rising into the hundreds of degrees as these despicable creatures were baked within that which they had thought was safe.

So aimlessly, the ship drifted through space, a dead hulk of what had once been a command ship. Years passed, stories became tall tales, tall tales receded into legend. Yet even now, some even say that she still exists, waiting for those who helped her gain life to be reborn so that she could embrace them once again in the beauty of joy and nature.

The Flower of Miracles laid in slumber, in wait, sleeping, dreaming of the day where she might wake once again.

Over a century and a half later, whispers echoed through the hallways and vibrations rattled what little remained of demolished floors. Someone, something was coming. Extending her conscious along the roots of flowers and grass that ahd begun to grow through fractures in the alloys and metals. Blossoming in the ashen and skeletal remains of the ones who had treated her with such cruelty.

She could hear foosteps.

Whatever was approaching her hiding place was drawing closer. What did they want? Slowly, pale luminous eyes of white opened to look down the narrow abysmal hallway that lead to her location. Murmurs echoed down that hall. Some were laced with fear, some with wonder, and others with determination. Were they coming to seize her and take her back to the men in white?

Distrustfully, she watched as there was a faint glimmer in the distance. Slowly, it grew bigger and brighter as it drew closer. The sound of digital electronics making a pulsing noise the closer it came to her. She didnt' move. Everything in her mind screamed for her to do so, but at long last her peculiar visitors came into view.

One was a strange looking man, with a large brown beard. And two more women...who had bodies that did not transmit the normal wavelengths of life she was so familiar with. Their discovery could only be summed up with one sentence that the bearded man uttered.

"Mother of God..."

More footsteps sounded then and the three stood aside. Her eyes drew into a skeptical squint as it drew closer until another man came walking forward. In comparison to what she soon realized were his comrades, he held no mechanical alteration. Curiously, the peculiar looking girl within the orb of glass slowly crawled forward towards them.

"IT'S ALIVE." The man with beard shouted, raising what looked to be a heavy weapon of some sort. In reaction, the plant shrunk back and away in fear at the opposite end of her orb. The silver haired one who was truly biological raised his hand in silence and the bearded man lowered his weapon. Slowly, cautiously, he approached the Plant and rested his palm upon the glass that separated him and her.

Raising her hand, she paused to stare at him with the emptiness of her white eyes for a few seconds before reaching across the void. The talons of her fingertips coming to rest evenly with the height of his hands. Then, his hand experienced an extraordinary level of warmth which radiated down his arm as the green creature's eyes fluttered shut.

Memory, genetics, history. All of it was open for her to view. She could see his happiness and misery, his struggles and his triumphs. But there was something else that struck her mark. His genetics. A few alleles here, a scattering there...this man was related to the Dark one. The one who had given her water, earth, and hope. Crystalline tears streamed down her cheeks then as the bio-glass orb she had been encased within for over a century ceased to be, dissipating as dust into the very air.

Collapsing to the ground, the Sapling's fingertips reached forward towards this other with silver hair. Pausing, he stole a piece of heavy clothing from the man bearing a beard, draping it over her before picking her up and walking out of the lonely hulk that housed her nightmares.


Abilities: Life Generation. They say Plants create miracles. Life, water, food, literally out of thin air. And this isn't far from the truth. Though...anger one, and the situation can become most dire. The universe's most powerful Warships are powered by plants as ingenious minds found ways to use such power for far more nefarious purposes. They are her cloned descendants, some cities in the wastes are even dependent on them.

I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT PICTURES. SORRY. I'LL GET SOME SOON.

Pick whichever one you'd prefer. Viola would require a few small, but doable edits.

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I have another character in mind if you don't like her.

Slice knows her well.

Viola. The Plant. :3

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Name: Elizabeth Hawkins

Birthdate: 31 July

Gender: Female

Age: 17 (In appearance)

Parental Involvement: Nonexistent in the best, or worst kind of way. She hasn't seen her father for many years, and her mother passed from a disease when she was a child.

Appearance:

Item: A Sorceror's Stone Embedded in her Chest. Just below the collarbone and deep within her. Without its power, or if she drains it completely without reprieve, she will die. It is a glistening, oval gem that can only be seen if she wills it.

Compass: Nonsense 1, Wicked 1

Short history/personality:

Alchemy.

In her world, it is a science that combines both chemistry and mysticism. A place in which those who would draw circles would create an exchange. One item can become another, as long as they share similar atomic structure. A steel bemch can become a spear, a brick floor can sprout up and become a wall, living flesh can be combined to create horrible abominations.

It is a science that Elizabeth had been taught from a very young age. After all, she was a descendant of Flamel, her father always purpoted proudly. The only Alchemist ever to create a Philosopher's stone.

Only to vanish moments after.

Alchemists everywhere sought the stone, and her father was no exception. While Elizabeth was content with the beginning knowledge of alchemy at first, her father sunk further and further into madness to try and find the stone. He was called the crystal alchemist by the monarchy which ruled the land. As he was adept at creating beautiful gems and stones with alchemy.

Little did they know, and little did she know, that ut was practice for something greater, something far more horrific. One day after finally decoding the last pages of Flamel's texts, her father disappeared with the book clutched to his chest. Leaving her alone for three days straight. Both peculiar and troubling, she soon found out the reason why.

Sporting events, while rare, practucally drew the whole kingdom to watch the athletes compete. Hundreds of thousands of people clustered together in one place with the entire Royal Family to boot.

Elizabeth was there as well, watching from the nosebleeds because the tickets were at least affordable. There, in all the madness her father appeared. He strode out into the midst of the field, and there, as the gameplay paused with his interruption, he disrobed. Along his legs and back were wicked, jagged lines of black and white, and in a maddened scream, he brought death to the kingdom. Just as they were once standing, hundreds of thousands of people ceased to exist in the blink of an eye.

He had taken their body and souls to craft a gem. A small, oval gem which he took into his seedy grasp. And as the government ceased to exist, the kingdom fell into ruin as the last remnants would soon be absorbed into the stone as well. One man had wrought total genocide to a country, and when he turned.to proudly show his daughter his horrific accomplishment, he realized that she was no longer there.

She was in the abyss, her soul a prison in the gem, but now rife with new alchemic knowledge.

Through the chaotic torrent of death she swam, until she rose to the surface. Out of the gem she reformed, literally growing from nothingness as her soul willed it greater than anyone else in existence within the gem, and in her struggle to seize control, she lashed out. For hundreds of feet the world was torn asunder, and it engulfed her father. Hoping to never see him again, she fled.

But she was no fool. She ran, desperately seeking someone who might help her, hoping for someone who could possibly explain all the whispers, all the screams and woe, but in her loneliness, she began to talk to the myriad of souls now trapped inside her body.

So she ran.

Until she found a door standing alone.

No walls or frame to support it, it just simply stood. Further examination of the intricate engravings revealed something alchemical, or maybe even magical about it. So bravely she took the handle, turned the brass knob, and stepped into silence.

Pure, uninterrupted silence. No souls whispering, no kingdom of death. Nothing. It was bliss. For she soon found herself standing before a school, with an invitation that appeared magically in her grasp. As if the school wanted her to be there. A living philsopher's stone, and it wanted her there.

Who was she to refuse it?

How is that?

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Hm. Bring it down a notch. Nonsense 2. Or maybe 1. Not sure. I'll see as this CS progresses.

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Name: Jeanne d' Luc
Age: 24 (An Academy Alumni asked to Teach.)
Element: Light
Appearance:
Without Armor:


Personality: Fierce, Defiant, but similarly full of hope. Quick of wit, but seemingly cold of heart when it comes to those who attempt to get close to her. In her dreams, nightmares persist of the darkness that lingers within her soul, no matter how desperately she tries to vanquish it with a blaze of light. A place where she, an Angel of Light, of Hope, is haunted by the spectre of death. Because of of this, her vigilance is a near constant, as if she is often a Knight that is on guard. This can give her a external persona that is a little stiff, perhaps even awkward, but as a teacher she cares deeply for her students; regardless of their elements. However, if one sought to dig deep enough, a kind, matronly girl would be found, despite her younger age. Other aspects include:

Pensive: Thanks to Jax, Jeanne went from being a wild thief to a studious woman. During her time off, she is just as much likely to be found in her quarter's study as she is to be found helping students practice. Sometimes, silence is golden and allows one to think.

Empathetic: Due to her struggles in her youth, Jeanne can often relate to students who come from troubled backgrounds, and will often reach out to them to try and help. Just like what happened to her.

Discipline: Thanks to a mindset gifted to her by one of the retired staff, she holds discipline, perhaps even militaristic discipline as a key for focusing and mastering an element. She was raised as such, and will impart the same upon those she teaches.

With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility: As she grew in power and prowess, Jeanne came to learn that the essence of a good person is to stand for others who cannot stand for themselves, regardless of what they believe or think of her. They may despise or loathe her as an elementalist, but she will not hesitate to try and stop the blood of innocents being spilled, even at the cost of her own.

Defiance: Even against any odds, Jeanne holds her own honor to the highest discretion. If challenged, she will not back down; even if it is an enemy with greater power than her own.

Inspired: Jeanne is incredibly well read in the legends of the land, and the heroes it describes. She believes that she, the faculty, as well as the students are very much akin to the heroes of old and have a greater purpose, even if it may not be defined quite yet.

History: When it came to those who harnessed light, there are few more enigmatic than the Academy's famous Knight. She was brought to the academy as an orphan who caused naught but trouble with her rudementary use of light. Having lived a life where she had to steal to survive and eat, the sharp change to becoming a student wrought much confusion in her first year at the academy.

If it were not for Jax Razor, one of the teachers, recognizing her potential, she might not have graduated.

Where other students were given their weapons, Jeanne's potential allowed her to create hers. Where others wielded knives, maces, and bows; Jeanne forged her own weapon from pure light. Where others would cause bursts and eruptions of light, she molded and shaped it to her will. At first it was just a sword, but as her studies and disciplines continued, it became much more as she learned to create a shield, and even soft fabric out of woven light. With the Jax's guidance, she grew to be able to summon and dismiss such items at will, and in just a few seconds.

It grew until she found her current precipice, where she could conjure up to three swords in the air. Blazing blades of light which moved and attacked or defended to her will. As her successes and fame both grew, so did her prowess, which only manufactured fear, awe, and envy when she fought in both practice and in reality.

Many would describe it as watching an Angel bringing the wrath of God upon her foes.

Upon her graduation, Jax gifted her with an invitation. A chance to teach at the very academy that had shaped her life for the better. An invitation that she took up joyously without regret. For it was her home, and her family alike. Each of her students are treated as such, and in her two years of teaching, she has never looked back.

Equipment: None, she creates it.

Class Taught: Basic and Advanced Light Theory

More requested edits made?

EDIT: Requested edits by Kalleth have been made.

Hopefully good to go?

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I'm going to bring back Ellie.

Too bad there's no way to get Alch-.....a Philosopher's stone.

Evil Grin.

This gives me a wonderful idea. Expect a CS Tomorrow.

I'm thinking Nonsense 3, Wickedness 1 for the compass. Perfect.

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Name: Jeanne d' Luc
Age: 24 (An Academy Alumni asked to Teach.)
Element: Light
Appearance:
Without Armor:


Personality: Fierce, Defiant, but similarly full of hope. Quick of wit, but seemingly cold of heart when it comes to those who attempt to get close to her. In her dreams, nightmares persist of the darkness that lingers within her soul, no matter how desperately she tries to vanquish it with a blaze of light. A place where she, an Angel of Light, of Hope, is haunted by the spectre of death. Because of of this, her vigilance persists endlessly, as if she is always a Knight that is on guard. This can give her a external persona that is stiff, perhaps even awkward, but as a teacher she cares deeply for her students; regardless of their elements.

History: When it came to those who harnessed light, there are few more enigmatic than the Academy's famous Knight. She was brought to the academy as an orphan who caused naught but trouble with her rudementary use of light. Having lived a life where she had to steal to survive and eat, the sharp change to becoming a student wrought much confusion in her first year at the academy.

If it were not for a steadfast teacher recognizing her potential, she might not have graduated.

Where other students were given their weapons, Jeanne's potential allowed her to create hers. Where others wielded knives, maces, and bows; Jeanne forged her own weapon from pure light. Where others would cause bursts and eruptions of light, she molded and shaped it to her will. At first it was just a sword, but as her studies and disciplines continued, it became much more as she learned to create a shield, and even soft fabric out of woven light. With the teacher's's guidance, she grew to be able to summon and dismiss such items at will, and in just a few seconds.

It grew until she found her current precipice, where she could conjure up to three swords in the air. Blazing blades of light which moved and attacked or defended to her will. As her successes and fame both grew, so did her prowess, which only manufactured fear, awe, and envy when she fought in both practice and in reality.

Many would describe it as watching an Angel bringing the wrath of God upon her foes.

Upon her graduation, her favorite tea her gifted her with an invitation. A chance to teach at the very academy that had shaped her life for the better. An invitation that she took up joyously without regret. For it was her home, and her family alike. Each of her students are treated as such, and in her two years of teaching, she has never looked back.

Equipment: None, she creates it.

Class Taught: Basic and Advanced Light Theory

There. Sorry about going a bit too far! I've always been taught it is better to ask forgiveness instead of permission. ^_^;

Man this site has been wonky the past few days.

EDIT: Whoops, forgot the age.

EDIT 2: Fixed now!

EDIT 3: If Jeanne could be a part of that optional event, I would be more than happy to write for it!