HowlsOfWinter

ʜᴀᴡᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ [A Murder Mystery, Supernatural Dark Academia RP]

Tentative interest.

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

PRISM

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"I like some fire in a man just fine,
but you need to learn to keep your cool."

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[ NAME ]

Eleanor H. White

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Prism

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Elle
Ms. White

[ AGE ]

Eleanor claims she's 24. Her birth certificate says 25.

[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O

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[ APPEARANCE ]

Eleanor stands tall at 5'8ft, but that doesn't stop her from wearing high heels. Her tall frame commands attention, and she likes to turn heads whenever she enters a room wearing a fancy dress that shows off her hourglass figure. Her fair skin, blue eyes, and platinum grey hair only adds to her allure. She has a narrow facial structure and long eyelashes that shape her elongated eyes, and an amused smile is usually plastered on her face.

That said, Eleanor's diamond form is not a sight one can easily tear their eyes away from. The crystal reflects light in the most beautiful way; and it's brilliance, color, and clarity is not something even the most expensive of diamonds can compare to. Due to dreadful experiences in the past wherein a criminal organization tried to seize her for her diamond, it's rare for Eleanor to be seen in fully altered form. Only a few non-mutants have laid eyes upon it, and they never lived to tell the tale.

DIAMOND FORM

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

"The end justifies the means."

DEVIL-MAY-CARE

Eleanor enjoys the finer things in life. She laughs at misfortune and rarely takes anything seriously. She is an ambitious woman - wealth and riches are her aim and end in life - and she will stop at nothing to get what she desires. She is only loyal to herself and those who are in position of power and wealth. She prioritizes her own comfort and interests, but she might jump puddles for someone whose company she temporarily enjoys.

RESOLUTE

Eleanor is a head-strong woman with a heart of steel. No obstacles and challenges that come her way can deter her spirit. Perhaps its her stubbornness - or her fear of failure - but there is a burning fire within her that keeps her moving toward her goals, and she is relentless until she achieves them. Even if it is at the expense of others, giving up is never an option.

CUNNING

Eleanor is crafty and resourceful. She always has a plan B, and if that doesn't work out, a plan C. Shrewd and manipulative, she doesn't think twice about using others for her own gain. She believes today's friend could be tomorrow's enemy, so don't count on her for loyalty and friendship. Eleanor keeps her eye on the prize.

[ BIO ]

Eleanor grew up in foster care and spent her early life bouncing from one foster home to the next, but despite her dismal childhood, she was a dreamer and a hopeless romantic. Perhaps it was due to the fairy tales she engrossed herself in, but she believed in happily-ever-after. She wasn't always the steely, self-centered woman that people knew her to be at present. Once upon a time, she was just a normal girl who dreamt of finding true love and starting a family in a modest home.

Everything changed after she met him, her first love, and also the man who would shatter her heart beyond mending.

It was your average story about love and heartbreak. He had promised her unconditional love and marriage — a clichéd happy ending — and being the young, naive girl who lacked a sense of belongingness since childhood, she didn't know any better. He made her feel as if she mattered. For once, she felt she belonged. She was wanted.

Eventually, their love bore fruit in the form of a child — a son he never planned on having, and one he most certainly didn't want to take responsibility for. He was a young man who had his whole life ahead of him, so he left. Her calls went straight to voicemail, their family residence was put up for sale, and she later discovered he'd left the state with his parents to start a new life somewhere else. There were no words exchanged, no explanations, no goodbyes. He just vanished from her life.

The next couple months were not easy for the single teen mother. She dropped out of college and waited tables at a diner to support herself and her unborn child whom she felt no love for. The child only served to remind her of her foolishness — of her shattered hopes and dreams. It was a reminder of the man who betrayed her and left her to fend for herself. And so, history repeated itself. Her mother had abandoned her, and she had abandoned her child. How would she know anything about being a good mother?

It was during this period of grieving that Eleanor first altered and discovered the abilities she never knew she possessed. As she wished for the pain to go away, her body began to change, crystalizing every inch of itself into solid diamond. In this form, she found that she didn't need sustenance to survive. Moreover, she didn't feel that pounding ache in her chest, and her eyes couldn't produce tears. She felt solid, albeit empty. Her ability served as her hideaway.

Not too long after, she became determined to start over and build a beautiful life for herself. She landed a job as a cabaret singer at a luxurious nightclub casino, where she charmed others with her beautiful voice and caught the eye of a rich man, who would later become her lover and benefactor. Being with him in the night scene allowed her to mingle with wealthy and powerful people, and she became even more valuable to this man when he discovered she had gifts. Shortly after, she became involved in the criminal organization he was a part of. They conducted businesses related to illegal drugs and firearms. In exchange for working under them as an associate, she was spoiled monetarily beyond her wildest dreams.

As they say, good things never last. The club was raided one evening and was forced to shut down its operations. Everyone involved in the illegal operations was arrested that night, save for the upper-men who had money, power and connections at their dispense. Mere underlings like Eleanor were left to serve their sentences in prison, and none of the "friends" she'd made in the past few years had showed up, not even the man who once thought of her as his prized possession.

It was two months after, on her birthday, that she was visited by a H.E.R.O representative. Eleanor didn't join out of the goodness of her heart, she agreed to the terms and conditions because it was her only way out. Luckily, though, the luxurious penthouse and lamborghini she received for her birthday last year were still written under her name. Crying in a penthouse was indeed a better experience than crying in a worn-down apartment.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Theme Song

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

B+

[ POWERS ]

DIAMOND FORM

Prism can alter her physical form by crystallizing her body and turning herself into nigh-indestructible organic diamond, one of the strongest materials on Earth. She is able to alter her entire body or just parts of her self.

ULTIMATE DEFENSE

In this form, she is very durable and hard to damage. She can withstand great impacts from superhuman forces and come out fine. An additional side-effect of this ability is that she can't feel pain, and she loses her empathy and feelings. Thus, she becomes immune to telepathic attacks that aim to manipulate her emotions.

SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH

Prism's physical strength is increased to superhuman levels, and she is able to carry heavy objects of up to 2 tons.

WEAKNESSES

Despite her high level of invulnerability, she is not completely immune to physical damage. She has a weak spot, and if hit there with sufficient force, she will shatter. A mutant with enough destructive power may still be able to leave cracks on other parts of her body; and any damaged sustained in diamond form will be mirrored in human form, but with the relevant human repercussions. Her greatest weakness, however, is a specialized diamond bullet - it would cause her to shatter completely.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
■■■■■■■■□□ - Diamond Form
■■□□□□□□□□ - Human Form

Being in diamond form gives her a major boost in physical strength. Without it, however, she is just your average human lady. She works out to stay fit, but there is nothing extraordinary in terms of her strength.

[ AGILITY ]
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Prism is only slightly faster than the average human. She is light on her feet and has decent reflexes.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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Prism is incredibly sly and sharp-witted, but by no means a genius. She, however, excelled in school and graduated with straight A's.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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With her physical strength, Prism is able to deal damage to infrastructures, but she doesn't possess any sort of explosive abilities that can pulverize buildings or scorch cities.

[ LETHALITY ]
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Taking a hit from Prism can be deadly, but mutants with speed can easily evade her attacks. Those with high defenses may also get away with minor injuries. Beware of her sharp edges, though.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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Prism's endurance is what she specializes in. In diamond form, she doesn't feel pain and fatigue. She doesn't need need oxygen to breathe, nor food and water to survive. The hard crystal acts as a powerful defense, making her resistant to most forms of physical injury.

[ EFFICACY ]
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Prism can alter her form without restrictions, and she can maintain it for an undetermined period of time. If she is rendered unconscious, she will revert back to her human form.

[ SKILLS ]

• Prism is a sharpshooter. Visiting the firing range is one of her hobbies.
• Intuitive and quick-witted.
• She can sing, for what it's worth.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

• Revolver gun
• Credit card. Does that count?

The Light In the Darkness

Location: The Magic Palace | Interactions: Amontillado @WolfredWolf

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The palace was beautiful — to say the least. She didn’t think such perfectly paved roads could exist, nor large buildings devoid of corrosion and dust. When the female orc stepped forward and allowed her bare feet to touch the smooth pavement, it sparked Lillith’s curiosity, and she almost felt compelled to do the same. However, she could only stand still with her mouth agape, her head spinning like clockwork as it sought to unravel the mysteries behind what she was seeing. Wide roads, impressive architectural structures, and the mysterious edifice at the center of it all.

By the looks of it, they wouldn’t be able to inspect every nook and cranny of the palace within today. Splitting up into groups to cover more ground seemed sensible, or at the very least, that’s what Lillith had intended to do. In the event that she faced danger, she would send a signal to warn the others so they could escape.

Mercury, Amontillado’s bird, flew past the gate and began circling the air above. It seemed drawn to the magic brimming within that mysterious tower far south, but it also was reluctant to fly too far away from its master. Lillith eased a step further along the path, stopping just a little past the ex-mortician. Then, without saying a word, she bit down on her right thumb, her face contorting just a little. As blood trickled from her wound, she drew a line of blood across her left palm and held out her hand. "𝙰𝚉𝚄𝚁𝙰,I ƧЦMMӨП ƬΉΣΣ..." She chanted under her breath.

A blinding light emanated form her palm, coiling and flickering as it opened up a portal in which a beautiful, large bird appeared from. When the light disappeared, so did the wound from her flesh. The blue bird squawked before soaring up high above to join Amontillado’s little bird. Azura, her familiar, had beautiful feathers and large wings. The bird looked like a hybrid cross between an eagle and a peacock.

“A-Azura..will..l-look…a-after..M-Mercury..” She turned to Amontillado, her face turning a shade of red as she attempted to speak as clearly as she could. Lillith wanted to let him know that she would head straight for the tower along with their winged companions, but she felt embarrassed that she couldn’t get all of her thoughts out at once. Too flustered to open her mouth again, she simply pointed at the octagonal building and nodded — in hopes that he would understand what she was trying to get across.

Without waiting for his response, she began to move with Obsidian in tow.

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Location: The Magic Palace

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The past month had been more eventful than the years she'd spent back home. It was only by chance that she'd met Cyrprian as he passed her hometown during his long journey; he had been gathering more adventurers to aid him in finding the palace of the great sorcerer. She hadn't the slightest interest at first, but the promise of a new home and a new beginning called to her, and she eventually caved in. Her father had been happy to let her go, it was good riddance to the child who had always been the source of his shame.

Now, at long last, they were at their destination. Cold sweat dripped down from her temple as they approached the northern gate, her eyes widening at the structure that had presented itself before her. In all her years, never had she seen something so vast and magnificent, and to think this was only the exterior... How spectacular was the palace from within these walls?

'This was worth the arduos journey, wouldn't you say?' She communicated telepathically to Obsidian, a beautiful shadow leopard whom she'd formed a contract with since he was a mere cub. Obsidian grunted, unimpressed by the man-made structure. He still preferred the lush, green trees of the forest and the rivers that ran through it. Lillith shrugged her shoulders before nodding in agreement. Indeed, nature was best.

She gandered upon the faces of the adventurers, each of them tired but in awe of the impressive golden gate that stood before them. There were hidden mysteries amidst the palace, many secrets awaiting to be brought into the limelight, and she saw the glint of excitement in some of their eyes. A few of them were simply nervous.

As they discussed how to proceed onwards, she only listened with her arms crossed. Although they had been traveling together for quite some time now, she hadn't spoken to them, albeit a few nods here and there. Thankfully, none of them had been overly eager to strike up a conversation, and most of them minded their own business.

'What do think we'll find in there?' She turned to Obsidian and stroked his chin. The shadow leopard eagerly licked his lips in response, which solicited a laugh from her. 'I don't think you will find fresh meat in a centuries-old palace, but wouldn't that be nice?'

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

Throwing my hat in.

The Light In the Darkness

Lillith Evergreen

Lillith Evergreen

The Summoner

Race: Human
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Age: 23 years
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Height: 5'8ft
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Abilities:

↳ Summoning - The ability to summon familiars that the user has formed a summoning contract with in the past. Well-versed summoners are able to summon without the restrictions of a contract, but doing so may backfire. Summoning a creature with much greater power is more difficult to control and may result in their death.

↳ Empowerment - Most summoners have the ability to draw power from a summoned familiar, thereby increasing the user's capabilities. Depending on the familiar being summoned, the user may gain enhanced strength, durability, stamina, and heightened senses. There must be a contract formed beforehand.

Background:

Over the years, Lillith had spent a majority of her time in the outskirts of a small village by the border, devoting her time to studying animals in the forest rather than frolicking with humans in town. She mostly kept to herself. She had a speech problem, which made it difficult for her to speak without stuttering. Moreover, there was a popular tale in the village about a summoner who once took control of a dragon and used it to wreak havoc upon Omicria, and this irrational fear of theirs further led to her becoming an outcast.

She found comfort in her bestial companions, but her interactions with wildlife only proved to worsen her speech defect. She speaks in broken sentences and stutters at the beginning of every word, and her undue awareness of it usually shuts her up in an instant. Human interaction leaves her flustered, and she would often rather avoid embarrassment by keeping her silence.

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@Steel Legion Join us on discord: discord.gg/aMawqVQ3

It's where we discuss RP stuff, and we've posted our characters there as well.

Edit: One of the approved characters also has power over the weather, storm magic to be exact, so it might be similar to your idea.

The Light In the Darkness

I'm interested.

Neon Rainbow: Royals of Miami (Crime/Gang story satire with a neon aesthetic)

Tentative interest.

Avalia

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Location: Forest outside Roshmi | Time: Afternoon | Interactions: Bowyn@Helo, Clara@Princess, Kenia@Tae

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The grim scenes unfold before her like the harsh winter winds back home — swift and bitter. Zephyrin's eyes were wide open in disbelief, her mouth left ajar as color drained from her already pale face. Boreas' selfless act of courage had left her aghast, and she stood there motionless with a horrified look on her face. The stench of blood, the wyvern's anguished cries, Bowyn's despair — it all made her stomach churn.

She was so surprised she could do nothing.

The warmth in the atmosphere seemed to fade as Bowyn manipulated the moisture in the air, turning it into jagged pieces of hard ice. She felt that familiar flow of magic in the air, it was much stronger than her own, and his control was so precise it sent tingles to her skin. Her fingers twitched at the familiar cool sensation, her magic reacting to his own.

Bowyn's blue eyes were a pool of pain and anger as he hurled the ice towards the wyvern, deeply injuring its wing, and sending it plummeting to the ground with a loud crash. A shrilling roar of agony followed. She bit her lip, sadness clouding her features as she took in the the sight of the mighty creature, reduced to such a sorry state. There was a sudden pang in her chest. It ached for the wyvern and the merlin, for neither deserved to experience the throes of death.

Zephyrin's hesitations did not last a moment longer though, as she wasn't going to stand and watch the wyvern get ever closer to the group with each vicious snap of its jaws. Arwen, with her ability to command the earth, had already done an impressive amount of damage to the wyvern's tail. Due to the injuries it had incurred thus far, its movements were slow and easy to predict; Zephyrin kept her eyes peeled. She had no time to dwell on the fact that Arwen was human, because the wyvern was already angling itself to deliver a powerful blow with its tail.

Questions would have to come later. And she had plenty.

Zephyrin straightened herself. A ragged breath escaped her lips as she willed her body to relax. She began to channel her magic into the tips of her fingers, channeling it to an extremity as she felt the mana in the atmosphere offer up resistance. Zephyrin began to draw in moisture from the air, a wave of mana flowing into the shore of her consciousness. She let it flow back out, conjuring an ice shield to block the incoming tail, condensing it so it doesn't break upon impact.

Where in Avalia she found that kind of control and endurance, Zephyrin did not have the slightest idea, but within moments it became painfully clear that was close to reaching her limit. A wave of energy seemed to escape her body, the ice barrier crumbled after serving its purpose, and beads of sweat formed at her temples as she forced herself to stay upright. The wyvern roared once more, not deterred by its injuries in the slightest. It wanted revenge. With some visible effort, it slowly advanced towards the group, a loud thud with each footstep. It kept a keen eye out for Arwen.