Kaithas

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Kiora

Name: Kiora Trennor

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Species: Monster Animal (Bat)

Appearance: (Kinda obvious, words, picture, or both is fine)

Abilities:
Shapechange: Technically speaking, Kiora has three forms. Humanoid, her animal form, and her weapon form. This ability allows her to transform between the three, swapping out the abilities and skills of one for those of the other. Her human form can manifest parts of itself as a simple shortbow, allowing her to fight, her animal form (that of a bat) can fly, and her weapon form is that of a longbow, suitable for a Meister to wield. She can only use her magic in human or animal form.

Vision Check: Kiora can close her eyes, shifting from ordinary vision to echolocation. Its range is limited to 30 feet, and it cannot discern colors. Visual illusions/paintings and the like are invisible. While wielding her, the Meister gains the same skill.

Point-Blank-Bashing: Kiora's forward edge is bladed, allowing for combat in melee that's at least as effective as using a scythe to fight.

Magic: Sonic
While not quite as magically able as Blair, Kiora's magic falls into the domain of sonic and sound manipulation.

Sing-Song Skies
The sonogenetic is a good singer. Go figure.

Techniques/Magic:
Just Keep Firing: HAIL OF ARROWS!
Kiora's wielder nocks 6 energy arrows at once, firing them into the air. They burst outward, targeting everyone close by.

Back Off: SUPERSONIC PULSE!
After yelling the incantation, Kiora slams her hand forward, sending out a blast of unfocused sonic energy. It won't do much damage, but it will stagger the strong and send the weak flying backward. Her Meister can use this technique as well as a form of alterate fire.

Why Can't Anyone Aim? Homing Arrow!
For the accuracy impaired Meister, Kiora's arrows can home after a target with sufficient focus. There are some important limitations: Only one arrow can be fired at a time, the Meister must be free of madness, and no other technique can be used while it's active.

Soul Resonance:
Dependent on Meister

Equipment: (Anything you carry on you other than your weapon)

Personality: (What are they like)

History: (Flavor to develop your character)

In progress.

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am dying

slowly

will have time to post something tomorrow, hopefully

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One day, I'll remember to tag you goons.

@Tominas, @Caits, @MiddleEarthRoze.

I'll let Vicier get something up before posting as Erika.

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Peacere Kovalyov

Location: Talon Base
Interacting with: Sampson, Sombra, Ceri, whoever else

The Omnic remained perfectly silent during Sampson's self-introduction, only the slight flicker of the room's lights off of adjusting photoreceptors revealing that he was alive at all, rather than a metal statue. When it was finished, however, his head tilted slightly to the side in a gesture he'd been taught by Valentine. She'd always claimed that his lack of motion while speaking made him off-putting.

"I am not opposed to the idea of partnerships in general, but it may not be advisable for someone of your background to work with one of those who has caused them psychological distress."

Peacere paused for another moment, though for a far shorter time than it would take an organic to do what he was: downloading and reprocessing Sampson's file, after seeing the man's face. His shoulders moved up, then back down, in the best approximation his servos could create of a shrug. "Your file, however, seems to indicate that you are the consummate professional, with no job too messy so long as the pay is high enough," the Omnic continued, his monotone defying any attempts to tell if he meant it as a dig or not. "I will leave any such partnership to your judgment."

There was a whirr and a clank of two steps as Sombra approached, the mechanical being realigning himself in the presence of another person.

"Hola! You boys have anything planned today? People to kill? Battles to fight?" She paused, glancing at Peacere with a teasing smirk. "Joints to oil?"

The sound of a dialup connection started to emit from Peacere's body, his body seeming to go slack as if his poor pitiful primitive processor couldn't handle so many questions simultaneously and his "oil valves" were about to blow a gasket, before he refocused. His face was still expressionless. "My plans are irrelevant. Whatever I do will ultimately depend on what I am ordered to. I presume that you have plans, though, to ask about those of others." His eyes clicked as he spoke, looking down at her breakfast, before looking back up at her face. "Plans, I assume, that will be delayed by your acquisition of breakfast."

When Ceri entered, his positioning was already optimal for the group--and he had learned long ago that trying to orient according to the girl's erratic movement was a hopeless affair.

"You will drop your eggs," he said impassively.

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Post up. Since I forgot to tag y'all, @Caits, @Vicier, @Tominas

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Erika Striker

Location: Overwatch Base
Interacting with: Whoever happens to be around, Lucas and Mercy

Courtesy Gif Hider

I'M IN A B BOY STANCE, I AIN'T DANCING

I GOT YOUR GIRL ON THE BACK GOING TANDEM

CAUSE I'M TOO DAMN QUICK, I'M TOO DAMN SLICK

WHOLE DOWNTOWN YELLING OUT "WHO THAT IS?"

"LIKE POW!" Erika skidded into the kitchen, nearly slamming into the counter as she tried to regain her balance, arms flailing wildly before--

WAIT NOPE THAT'S A KNIFE THERE DOOOOOOON'T HIT THE COUNTER!

With a speed that would make a god AI proud, her brain analyzed its options, decided using a pyrokinesis blast to right herself would be distinctly bad--Angela bought organic, phosphorus free bacon for a reason, and you know fire in the base was frowned upon--and latched onto the nearest option, grabbing onto Lucas' shoulders as she slid past the refrigerator, just in time to avoid smashing her hip against the wall.

She winced, then blinked twice and let go of Lucas, stepping backward quickly and sitting quickly on a stool, grinning sheepishly from ear to ear to a magnitude that would surprise anyone--who didn't know her. "Uh... What's up, y'all? Beautiful morning, ain't it?"

Luckily, she was fully dressed. In street clothes, admittedly, but dressed nonetheless. Would have been a lot more embarrassing if she'd pulled that crap in her pajamas. She untied the shoes from her belt loop while she waited for a response and slipped them on her sock feet, almost seeming to sigh in relief as she felt the traction of her tennis shoes on the tile floor of the kitchen.

Peacere Kovalyov

Location: Talon Base
Interacting with: Sampson, whoever else

The clattering soon resolved itself to a mechanical figure, walking with a deliberate stride through the corridors of Talon's Los Angeles facility. It went silent as he stopped, only the slight buzz of the cloud of nanites swarming in the mechanoid body's storage tanks making a sound. There was a crick and a whirr as his head rose, photoreceptors observing both Sampson and the dog impassively, evidently deliberating on something. A long pause seemed to stretch, before the omnic self-designated as Peacere Kovalyov finally spoke. "Good afternoon, Sampson DuBois. Am I to assume you have been asleep until this hour?"

The Omnic's morning had gone pretty much as normal. Clothing was unnecessary, so he had not gotten dressed. Rather, he had meditated, gone for a walk, and was patiently waiting for orders while continuing to walk around the base. Socializing, as it were. Humans seemed to trust him more if he spoke to and greeted them more often, though he didn't see how that had much of a bearing on his ability to perform on the battlefield.

The intel he gathered on their capabilities, however, was in fact useful.

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engineering intensifies

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I'd prefer to play a meister incidentally but I understand if that's not an option.

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Eh, why the hell not. Full disclaimer, though, I'm in engineering. If I vanish for a week or so, it's because the math and science finally drowned me.

I'll wait for the OP before writing a sheet though.

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Edit: @Jacobite@Solo Hivemind? Or fools seldom differ?

@Sodomite

i usually go for "lame brains think the same"