Ginger Kollie

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

@SepticGentleman Ah, thank you. Shall I post my character in the Characters Page or leave it for now?

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

Estal Webb

Age: 19 Years Old
Gender: Female
Status: Newcomer

Personality: For someone with the ability to heal, you’d have thought that she’d be the social and caring type. However, that is not the case with Estal. She cares for the select few who have earned her trust, everyone else? Fuck ‘em. She is not a social bunny by any means, requiring time alone in order to gather her thoughts. This has led to her becoming quite the withdrawn and private individual. She does not like people knowing her weaknesses, or her past, and takes intrusions and nosy busybodies to be a threat she’d rather avoid.

Estal is intensely loyal to those who have earned her trust and respect, and is willing to risk everything for their safety. She is thick-skinned and can very well take a beating, although her healing abilities can only go so far, as a betrayal from someone she cares about is bound to send her spiralling. Her protectiveness over her select few have proven to be a hindrance to her well-being, since she is more then ready to take someone on in a fiery explosion of blind rage. Her gutsiness in these situation may fool some to believe she actually has any fighting skills - she doesn’t, but that doesn’t stop her trying to defend what is hers. She is young, and thus has a lot to learn in the art of self-control.

Power: Cell Manipulation (Wound Transfer, Regeneration and Life Absorption)

Healing Others (Wound Transferral)
Estal can heal others by transferring their wounds onto herself. By doing so, she inflicts the same pain felt by the wound, any damage, either internal or external it has caused. Once the wound(s) have transferred onto her, she then begins to regenerate herself.

Limitations
- She is essentially inflicting herself with the wounds of others, so the process can be extremely painful.
- If she transfers serious wounds onto herself and doesn’t have time to regenerate, she can die.
- In order to heal someone, she must be touching them throughout the healing. Her powers do not work through inanimate objects/substances (such as glass/windows) or clothing. She must have skin to skin contact in order to heal someone.
- She cannot resurrect the dead. Even if they had just recently died, unless they can be resuscitated, any attempt at healing them would fail.
- She cannot heal a wound which is embedded with a foreign object, such as an impalement, or a bullet wound with the bullet still inside. The object must come out in order for the wound to heal and transfer onto herself. This is also the case with her own injuries. If she is shot, the bullet must come out or she will not heal.
- Although her own healing is accelerated, for reasons unknown, transferred wounds take much longer to heal then injuries of her own. While injuries to herself take a matter of minutes to heal, transferred injuries take a matter of hours.
- She can only heal illnesses caused by trauma. Estal cannot heal auto-immune diseases or diseases caused by pathogens, however, she can heal any symptoms that occur that involve the body’s tissues (for example, if a pathogen caused open sores, she would be able to heal the open sores, not the pathogen).
- For loss of limbs, if the limb is placed and connected to the open tissue, she may be able to heal it. This would involve the loss of her own limb, which would have to be placed against her in order for it to regenerate properly. She cannot grow another limb for herself, or others.
- Transferring injuries can take it’s toll and cause her to fall unconscious. She needs time and rest to regenerate, especially concerning transferred wounds.
- In theory, she may be able to transfer the wounds of someone onto someone other then herself. However, she has yet to try.

Healing Herself (Regeneration)
Estal is able to heal injuries that she has acquired at a extremely accelerated rate, provided she has time in order to regenerate.

Limitations
- Healing time depends on the type of injury. Bone takes longer to heal then tissue. A sutured would heals faster then a open one. Healing time ranges from a few minutes to several hours, depending on the wound and whether it was transferred.
- Even though her healing is accelerated, she does requires time in order to heal, so any injury which is too severe, she will die from. This includes, but is not limited to, gunshots to the head, being set on fire, dismemberment, etc. So, she is by no means immortal.
- Healing herself and others is exceptionally exhausting and thus requires rest in order to regenerate properly.
- She ages normally, and cannot heal the effects of ageing.
- She feels pain as much as the average person.

Life Absorption
Just like she can use her body to heal others, she can also use others to heal herself. A power that she found accidentally, she is able to drain the energy of others in order to speed up the regeneration process. However, she now knows she doesn’t have to be injured in order to use this ability. It takes around 20 seconds to drain someone to death. Those drained tend to feel weak and collapse.

Limitations
- It is extremely dangerous to even attempt. She has little control over how much energy she drains from someone and finds it nearly impossible to stop once she has started. Perhaps she may be able to control this power in the future, but for now, attempts are likely to end with fatal consequences.
- The power is temperamental and can activate unintentionally subjected to strong emotions. Once she has started, she is unable to stop.
- She can only use this ability while touching someone. The ability stops once contact is lost.
She can only absorb life from living beings, such as humans and animals.

This is what I've got so far, what do you think about her abilities? Let me now about any changes, they shall be prompt. Do I need to include a history as well, or can that be left for the IC?

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

I'm very interested in this, I’ll try to scrounge up a CS by the end of today. I was wondering how many powers a single character can have? Just the one, or are we allowed multiple? And if multiple powers are allowed, can they be completely different powers or do they have to be similar/related to one another?

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Sorry guys for not being around lately, I've got my Art teacher chasing me down for more work. xD I think, sadly, I'm going to have to end this RP since it looks like we're all pretty busy. It's been great RPing with you all, I hope next time life won't be so hectic. Have a good one! :P

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@Ginger KollieDo you even Collab bro?!?!

@LetMeDoStuff

What? What did I do? xD

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Frostbite and Gingerflame

Frostbite's eyes grew wide as the events sparked through his mind like an electric pulse. The events had to be processed with his brain. When it hit him, he grew fearful slightly. He knew that this was probably the worst occurance that could've aroused from Gingerflame's arrival. If anything, it was worse than her fighting and probably killing him. He hated dealing with situations that could impact someone's life if such a comrade were to fail. 'What if this was the real thing? What if it wasn't just a tease?' He wasn't prepared to get himself into the trouble of helping another if this was reality, not just a trick. Though he was neither ready to face sanctions from Hawkstar if he were to just stand there and watch everything play on. He had no choice really. It would make him seem awful if he just let her suffer in pain from something that could potentially change her entire life. Frosbite sucked in the pain and fear. He pulled his usual face of calmness, or what it seemed. It made him look exactly like he know 100% what to do.

Gingerflame stopped staggering, placing her paws firmly into the cold mud in an attempt to keep herself upright. The feeling was sudden, and strong, and it definitly wasn't a feeling which she had incountered before. She felt disorintated, unbalanced on her own four legs. Her first thoughts went directly to her pregnancy, to her kits. Was she in labour? No. No. It couldn't be. The pain was strange, sharp, yet, crawling, like a wave of spasms shooting through her muscles. It wasn't any labour pains that she'd felt before, surely, it was something else. But what? Her past two labours had been a breeze for her, they were simple, no complications or anything. All the kits had been healthy and the pain during labour had been somewhat miminal compared to what she had seen from some of the other Queens. But this, this was not miminal, not at all. She hadn't noticed anything abnormal about this pregnancy, except, maybe... she did feel pretty lethargic last night... No. She was getting paranoid. There was nothing wrong with her, nor the kits, they were fine. It was this whole Greencough scare which got her whiskers in a twist. The very thought of her lose any more of kits to that wretched disease brought shivers down her spine. Yet, she knew, she had to trust that Mallownose knows what he's doing. She had to trust that Mallownose would save her kits if they were in danger. Only Starclan knows what she'd do if she lost any more of her kits... She had to trust him.

Her legs felt stiff and heavy as she stood, leaning to the side slightly as she stared at the ground motionlessly. Her thoughts soon turned to Frostbite, who... she didn't know what he was doing. Watching, probably. Slowly, she raised her head, her pain-lit eyes reaching his. “Please... take me back to camp...” She muttered before collapsing towards her side, landing on the floor heavily. Her back legs had given way to her, leaving her consious but laying painfully.

Frostbite had no real idea of the situation. Of all the things that could've happened, this had to. He had to remain fully focused, though. One wrong move could really decimate his life; the only chance of survival he faced was with the clan. If he were to loose this, he would lose his life, more importantly Frogpelt. He found it surprising that he managed to calm down so quickly, expression-wise, and had held the face of seriousness, if that made sense. He nodded slightly, though it wasn't clear to the She that he did. Without further action or communication, he lay down. Scooting along the floor on his belly, he pushed himself until she turned horizontally onto his back. Giving full balance support with his tail, he struggled to his feet, managing to lift her on his back. He grunted slightly as he struggled to lift his own weight, doubled by her's. It was probably a foolish move, but he had no other choice. She needed immediate extractions (Tacticool Talk) and he had no time to hesitate and plan a route.

As he departed from his sanctuary, he began to regret his move. The pain started to enclose around his back as the preasure increased. It wasn't like he suspected. Her weight arched his back slightly, and so the battle between his body strength and searing pain ignited. Though he could not disappoint his 'Comrade'. He soldiered on, pushing his back into place as he continued to stride as quickly as he could through the forest. He wanted to reach the camp quickly; for his own sake, his reputation and his 'Intruder' He would mutter to himself as he moved, panting heavily to both ease the pain and keep his stamina high enough. He would mutter the words to himself.

"Keep...going...get...there...fast..." He panted within each word, trying to keep himself from collapsing under the weight. What had he gotten himself into today, he'd never know. Before he could fall prey to the pain, he emerged through the outer-borderline of the camp. Frostbite breached into it, without much word. He ignored the one or two questions that fluttered his way, the journey had felt like a trek up the highest of rocks. He placed her onto the ground, without a moment to spare. It took a few seconds to roll her off of him, but Frostbite managed to do so. It all felt so painful. His back ached and grew sore within the first seconds of carrying the she. The extra 'Payload' she was carrying didn't exactly help. He eventually laid next to her, as he couldn't draw himself far away to rest. He could barely move, as the pain wasn't evaporating as quickly as he hoped. This was probably going to last an hour or two...He finally looked up to the eyes bearing down on him and he muttered just so loud enough for them to hear..."Someone...get...Mallownose..."

-A collaboration by LetMeDoStuff and Ginger Kollie.-

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Hawkstar

He followed as the Apprentice led the way, his long strides making it easy for him to weave through the overgrown forage. What was not easy for him, however, was keeping his pace. After running for just a few mere seconds, the sharp pain in his leg was making every step become agonisingly painful. Yet, he powered on. Mallownose was a cat whom he thought of highly, both as a well and trusted member of Thunderclan, and as a friend. He wasn’t about to risk the Medicine Cat’s life to some rogues regardless of what damage he was doing to his leg.

Stormstike and Warmpaw was in front of him, darting over branches and plants effortlessly. Hawkstar trailed behind, but only slightly, as they came towards a clearing. The scent of cats flared his nostrils but there was only one that was familar. Mallownose. Soon, the scene came into view and Mallownose’s figure became clear. Behind him, there were two other cats. Though they were not Thunderclan, it looked as if Mallownose was protecting them. He tried to recall the names which Warmpaw had mentioned to him earlier, but it was said so quickly that he didn’t have time to remember them.

Hawkstar was quick to survey his surroundings and each cat within the clearing. He swiftly put himself in front of Warmpaw, protecting the Apprentice instinctively as Stormstrike took front to challenge the two rogue. He had heard the mumbles of Mallownose’s voice just before they had entered, but what had been said was oblivious to him. Hawkstar assumed he must have been calming the situation down since a fight hadn’t broken out. Yet.

As he stood back, standing ready to defend in case the cats did decide to attack, Hawkstar took a moment to get a real look at who these ‘rogues’ were. Instantly, he recognised the she-cat, but not strongly. He knew of her. A face he had seen in a Gathering, a name mentioned to him, only briefly. Pythonteeth... He recalled Redstar notifying him of her exile quite a few moons ago and he hadn’t seen her since.

Well, her appearance was rather short-lived, for now that was, as the she-cat and her counter-part quickly disappeared back into the forest. There must have been a reason as to why the rogues were here, surely. Hawkstar looked across towards Stormstrike, and then back towards Mallownose.

“Mallownose, are you alright?” Limping slightly, he made his way over to him, flashing a look towards the two new cats. “What did the rogues want?”

Gingerflame

She watched as Frostbite slowly made his way towards her, moving away from the rock which had been protecting him from her wrath. His tail hung long between his legs, dragging through the muddied dirt limply. It felt awful to see a cat like that, and Gingerflame couldn’t help the bottomless guilt which glued itself deep within her stomach. But, atleast, he had stopped talking.

“No, no, no.” Gingerflame mumbled quietly, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. “It’s me who should be sorry. I- I shouldn’t... You know. Look, thank you. For... That.” She stuttered, flicking her tail towards the direction in which they had came, back towards the bramble bush. She paused before continuing. “Look, Frostbite, I need you to keep this quiet. Just don’t t-”.

Suddenly, a sharp pain spasmed deep within her belly, making her bend her head abruptly, wincing. A silent yowl escaped her throat as she breathed out heavily. What was wrong? The kits? She stood, staggering towards the Thunderclan cat. “Frostbite... I, the kits...”

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I apologise for using Python a lot more than Frostbite. I do hope to get back to Frostbite when I get the full plan of what to do when I get my reply. I apologise again for anymore inconvenience :'c

@LetMeDoStuff

No, no, that's my fault. I need to get my butt in gear and get you a post. Soon, I promise.

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Hawkstar

A heavy feeling sunk down inside his stomach like a large stone. Ravencoat? His old friend and loyal deputy? That, Ravencoat? Surely Redstar was ill-informed. Hawkstar gave the ShadowClan leader one last glance before bending his head in troubled thought. How could Ravencoat do this? Kits from another clan? A silent, but deathly growl formed deep at the back of his throat, his gritted teeth being the only thing containing it. He wasn’t going to show Redstar nor his own clan the rage which was building up within him, the sense of betrayal painfully cutting through.

His thoughts had been so focused on Ravencoat that he had completely forgotten about the matter at hand; those kits. It was clear now that he couldn’t turn them down, regardless of the new disease. But, he knew that the welfare of his clan was still the priority and bringing in a new disease into camp would be dangerous and extremely reckless.

Raising his head slowly, his stern eyes met with Redstar’s, holding that stare for a few moments before speaking. And when he did, his voice was quiet, yet firm. “Bring the kits to the border and I’ll have Mallownose look them over. We will welcome them to ThunderClan only when they have been cleared by our Medicine Cat.”

Redstar nodded as he turned towards two of his warriors, giving them a flick of his tail. With that, they both turned tail and headed back towards their territory. The ShadowClan leader returned his gaze towards Hawkstar, breathing deeply. He was just about to open his mouth when a loud voice boomed through the air.

"Hawkstar! Hawkstar! We need help!"

Hawkstar swung around abruptly, peering down at the approaching Apprentice as a warning of rogues spilled out. Rogues? He didn’t recognise the names which Warmpaw had spoke of, only Mallownose’s. Instantly, the old cat sprung into gear, flashing a look of seriousness towards Silverstorm. “Make sure ShadowClan get back to their territory safely, Stormstrike, come with me.”. He knew that Silverstorm was more then capable of holding the situation here, ShadowClan didn’t look in any shape to spring a surprise attack anyway. Before returning his attention back to the Apprentice, he quietly spoke again. “Silverstorm, keep the kits at the border until I come back.” He didn’t know if the she-cat had overheard their conversation or not, but he had to let her know what to do when those warriors came back. She’ll figure it out.

“Warmpaw, take me to the Rogues.”

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Sorry guys, the caravan park I was staying in had Wifi which was very temperamental. I ended up losing it half way through the week. Now that I'm home, I'll get started on reading everyone's posts and get my own up soon.