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The Dust

Okay, Darc, gotta say... Damn. That was good. I like the idea of shifting eye colours, rather than one solid colour or slitted pupils like Aeon or I. It's a bit more unique than most, I feel, and is veyr interesting :P And in terms of quality... Well. I suddenly feel inferior on a lot of levels xD

The Dust

Revisions are done. Mostly just polished the Appearance and Immortalis Manifest sections.

Name: Evelina Quinn
Alias: The Barricade

Gender: Female

Actual Age: 26
Appeared Age: 22

Height: 165 cm
Weight: 62 kg

Eye Colour: Green
Hair Colour: Fiery Red

Physical Identifiers:
- Slitted pupils
- 1 inch canines (fangs, essentially)

Appearance:
A waterfall of fiery, wavy curls falls down to the waist, framing a fair and near flawless, oval face. Large eyes the colour of emeralds peer out from beneath light brows, a line of freckles covering the button nose above her bow-like mouth, and underlining her eyes. She posses an excotic beauty born from the combination of her vivid and rare colours of her eyes and hair, enhancing her many average features to the point where they seem at the same level as the rest.

Her build is slim and is the evidence and result of regular exercise, albeit she still has enough fat gathered at her bust and hips to give her an easily noticed hourglass figure, with her bust being far larger than most any other girls and women she has met. She carries herself with a casual air, but is far from ignorant of her surroundings. She appears innocent, and but a quiet and kind girl. She is well aware of how her appearance draws attention, but it is not something she tends to use. She dresses in tight shirts most of the time, with bandages making her bosom appear smaller than it is.

Residence:
- None

Profession:
- Healer

Alligned Faction:
- Motum Diversum

Relatives:
- Brian Quinn - Father
- Sally Quinn - Mother
- Michael Jones - Grandfather (Mother’s Side) [Deceased]
- Elizabeth Jones - Grandmother (Mother’s side) [Deceased]
- Hugh Quinn - Grandfather (Father’s side) [Deceased]
- Molly Quinn - Grandmother (Father’s side) [Deceased]

Backstory

Backstory:
Born and raised in Parkland, Evelina lived a rather comfortable life. Her parents—Brian Quinn and Sally Quinn—worked as a Winged Guardian and a cook respectively. It didn’t take more than a single glance to see how her father, at least, had fallen for her mother. Sally was, for lack of better word, beautiful. Evelina had inherited both her eyes and her hair, and even her body—only with a bit more than her mother ever had. Men from all corners of her hometown in Parkland had tried to woo her in her teens, but only ever one young man had ever managed to get her attention.

He was neither exceptionally handsome or even very intelligent. He was an average man in all but sincerity, which, according to Sally, had been the reason why she had chosen to marry Brian, as he wanted her, not for her looks, but because of her person. He never made any comments that could be considered lewd, or even hinted at it. More than once had Evelina heard her mother tease her father about how he might stop loving her, if she got a big ugly burn on her face from an accident in the kitchens, at which point he’d fervently deny it, and continuous insisting that he’d never leave her no matter how she looked. That always got both Sally and Evelina to laugh, and had Brian grumbling something about manipulative women.

Her life was a relatively quiet one, and it wasn’t until her early teens that things started to happen. Namely, she started to grow into a woman, and did so far quicker than any other girls she knew. It resulted in bullying and name calling; “cow” being one of the most common names thrown her way. The offers of “comfort” that the boys aimed at her did nothing but pile onto the shame she was starting to feel; shame of her body and how big her chest was becoming. She resorted to isolating herself from any and all contact, with those she once had called friends and acquaintances, and instead buried herself in her own little world where only a select few people were allowed entry; namely her parents and those of their friends who treated her like they would their own nieces.

This went on for a few years until she reached the age of 14, having now already had breasts for 3 years. Now that the other girls her age were starting to grow into an adult body, she attempted social contact once more, albeit with her chest bound tightly by bandages to decrease its size, and make her blend in. It worked to a small degree, with the name calling ceasing entirely. She still didn’t have anyone she’d really call friends, however.

Her life with her parents was much the same it always had been, but her social life had changed dramatically; slowly as it transitioned from being out with friends to staying home or being out alone for periods of time that gradually grew longer. Her parents noticed only after a long period of time, and even then mostly because of how she started hiding her voluptuousness. Only after her father had firmly, but still kindly, pressed her for answers as to , did she finally tell him how she was afraid that the other children would throw more insults at her if she did not hide them.

She didn’t have any friends, she had said, but if she could at least be near them without being reminded of how she was different all the time, then that was enough. Truthfully, Brian Quinn didn’t know what to do. He was a simple man, and what his daughter went through was something he had no experience with. Not only that, but he couldn’t very well punish children he didn’t know who were for making his daughter sad. Sure, he could give a warning to the parents of the children around Evelina’s age that if they didn’t keep their kids in check, the Winged Guardians would pay them a visit, but that would be an abuse of power that he wouldn’t let himself perform. So he tried doing the next best thing: Boost her self confidence by trying to make her feel powerful.

So having decided that he’d try to make her feel confident, and in power, he found himself leading her towards the shooting ranges as a 15 year old for the first time. Here he taught her how to maintain a gun, as well as how to aim and shoot, how to load, and even how other types of guns and rifles worked; the gun which he taught her how to use was an old model, a replica of a P220 from before the Fall. The first day she had missed just about every shot she fired, primarily because of having her eyes closed. While she had been scared of it at first, she learned to enjoy the act of loading, shooting, and loading again when she ran out of rounds.

The years continued and she reached 17 years of age, and it was about time she started thinking about what she wanted to do with her life. She had, according to her mother, a knack for cooking, who also put forth the suggestion that she could join her as a cook. Her father, however, was of the opinion that she should follow her own path. This lead to Evelina pondering herself about what did she want to do herself.

For weeks she thought and mused, yet no ideas came to her. What did she want? She was reasonably good at cooking, but that wasn’t anything spectacular, and surely it wasn’t good enough to get her a job as a cook anywhere. She did want to do something like what her father did, but she wasn’t big enough, nor skilled enough with a gun or any martial arts to be a useful Winged Guardian.

So then, what?

The answer came to her one day when her mother fell ill and she had to tend to her while her father was out on patrol in the city. She couldn’t protect others from getting hurt like her father, and she didn’t have much confidence in becoming a cook. Perhaps, she thought, she could help them after they got hurt? It felt right, somehow. Having decided on that she started pouring over every book she could find, borrow, or buy about herbal formulas, how to set a bone, how to clean a wound and how to bind it. She did her best to get her hands on everything to do with healing a broken body, whether it be difficult surgeries still far beyond her level, or even the most basic of basic things about CPR. She, much to her own and her parents’ surprise, got so swallowed up in her studies that she completely forgot about the taunts and bullying she had suffered in her early teens.

A few years passed and she had reached her 19th birthday and was starting to get out a bit more. She also started official studies on medicine and healing. Once around people her own age again she suddenly remembered the painful years of bullying, but it wasn’t like that. Not at all. The degrading comments and insult had been replaced by genuine compliments in most cases. To say that she was shocked would have been an understatement, as compliments from people other than her parents was a complete unknown to her.

She started to open up more and become more open and friendly with others. She started to get friends and started joking. She never even thought about romance; having friends was enough. She continued her studies and emerged a fully fledged medic a few years later, excelling in saving the life of idiots who got themselves hurt, as her teacher had told them once. She felt confident—a little.

She worked as a healer in Parkland for several years, and lived well for it. In a world where currency was nothing but what you could do, or what you could give, being able to save someone from the brink of death was as valuable a commodity as any. Perhaps even the most valuable of all.

She moved out into a small apartment of her own at her 21st birthday she still had plenty of contact with her parents and often visited them for dinner or just for social visits.

Her life was good, she thought, and despite a very small number of friends she felt that she had enough: She even started being proud of her body, rather than ashamed of its proportions.

But all good things must come to an end, and so did her happy life.

It all started during the summer of her 24th year, when a distress call for medical help was issued from out in the wasteland.

Evelina was at her home with the sniffles at that point; sore, slight headache, and a little tired. She wasn’t going to let that stop her, however, and upon hearing that someone was in dire need of help she went out immediately. She packed her bag and went out together with a number of other people.

They drove for at least two hours before they reached the appointed destination, and found what looked to be the scene of an ambush, or a raid. There were two people on the scene, one covered in blood but conscious, and the other still sitting in the truck seemingly unconscious. They went about treating the one covered in blood first, but when they got near him he sat up and drew a gun, pointing it at the first medic who got near him. The one in the car stepped out as well, followed by several others from the back of the truck. They were all from the Forsaken Order, as evident by the crest on their clothing, and demanded that they hand over all of their medical equipment.

Most complied but Evelina did not. Being a healer was her pride and joy, and she didn’t want to simply let them take it away from her. A single punch from their biggest guy, as punishment for disobeying them, was all they needed to take her down. She was unconscious almost before she hit the ground.

She never really figured out what happened while she was blacked out, but she assumed that the Forsaken had taken the other doctors back with them, leaving her to die in the wasteland as she was too small to be of any use in the mines, and they—thankfully—had no interest in a sex slave at this time.

She counted herself lucky that at least her headache and sniffles were gone when she woke up several hours later, when the purple light of the twilight hovered in the horizon. Her luck seemed greater than expected when she saw that a bag of medical supplies had been left in their car. It only contained some basic equipment and spare bandages, as well as a mirror, but it was better than noth—she caught sight of herself in the mirror by chance as she rummaged through the back. The angry spot of purple and yellow on her jaw went completely unnoticed, taking the backseat in favour of her eyes.

She had heard of the Immortals, but never actually seen one. She knew that they always had different eyes from normal humans, and that their eyes could look like virtually anything. So her having slitted, cat-like eyes? It could only mean one thing. It was also then that she became conscious of a different feeling in her mouth, something she had chalked up to simply being residual pain from the punch she had received. It was, however, much more than that. A quick check with the mirror revealed that her canines had grown out to be at least an inch long each, and far longer and sharper than usual. She looked more like a predator with those teeth than a human; like she could tear meat from bones with ease.

I’m an Immortal.

The thought raced through her head so quickly that she didn’t realise the truth of it before it had been repeated a dozen times: She was an Immortal, a kind of people who had survived the Sickness without dying.

So that’s what it was… I thought it was only a cold.

She fell to her knees, tears already falling. She felt numb. Numb to the heat, numb to the tears falling onto her lap. The only thing that registered was that of her canines, now conscious of them. They felt so big and clumsy, like they didn’t belong. It… wasn’t her. She wasn’t that. No. She wasn’t—

A monster.

She drew in a shuddering breath and stood up, took the bag, and went into the car. It sputtered and died almost before she had turned the key completely. The bandits had taken the gas from it, of course. It was with almost lifeless movements that she started walking, the sun battering her relentlessly, yet she didn’t feel hot, but that didn’t register until much later.

She arrived at Parkland the following morning, exhausted. She had barely had anything to drink except for half a bottle of water she found in the bag she had taken, and except for that she’d gotten nothing. She neared the entrance to the city and saw a few Winged Guardians coming to meet her—not many travellers came by foot, after all.

The Guardians stopped her about a hundred metres from the city limits, demanding to know who she was. She looked up and, to her surprise, saw a face she was intimately familiar with. The surprise on her own face was mirrored by her father’s as he looked back at her.

“Your eyes,” he said in a stunned voice, to which she only nodded.

“Do you know her?” The second Guardian asked, lowering his gun ever so slightly.

“Of course I do!” Brian barked at his colleague. “She’s my daughter! Evelina, tell me, what happened? You went out to that distress call and now you get back like this. What happened out there? Where are the others?”

“I don’t know,” she replied in a voice devoid of hope. “The call for help was a fake, and we were ambushed. They left me alone after knocking me unconscious—” she pointed at the mark on her cheeks “—and when I woke up I was alone… Dad, do you remember that cold I’ve complained about for the last week?” She chuckled humourlessly. “It wasn’t a cold. It was the Sickness.” She stopped then, gaze falling to the ground. “I didn’t die from it, but… It’s probably worse than that. I’m an Immortal.”

“Immortal? Shi—” The other Guardian raised his gun and almost pulled the trigger, stopped only by Evelina’s father knocking the gun out of his grasp. “What the hell are you doing, man?! She’s an Immortal! Dangerous as fuck if you hadn’t noticed!”

“She is my DAUGHTER!” Brian roared in return, seizing his colleague by the collar. “She’s not some dangerous monster that we have to kill, do you understand, Rookie?!”

The other Guardian was silent for a moment, glancing between Evelina’s slitted gaze and Brian’s furious one. Eventually, he nodded sullenly. “But she still can’t enter the city,” he insisted, massaging his throat with one hand. “Strict orders not to let Immortals get in, even you know that.”

Evelina could see how much it pained him, but he nodded. “Orders are orders, but it doesn’t mean we have to kill them. Now go, get a backpack and fill it with supplies: Water, food, utensils, etc. Everything needed for wandering this god-forsaken wasteland, and survive. Get a bike, too. Oh, and while you’re at it, go to my wife and tell her that I asked for Box 220.”

“But why? She’s just a—”

“DO IT!”

“Yes sir!” And he scurried off, probably heading to get the things he was ordered to.

Father and daughter stood chatting a while, a chat that mostly consisted of the father comforting his daughter as best he could. Everything was going to be alright, he told her. There were people more willing to help her, and there were even rumours of Immortals banding together to form a small town of their own. He told her how sad he was that he couldn’t let her in, and that he would smuggle her in if he knew that he could, but it just wasn’t possible. She couldn’t hide her eyes, nor her teeth. Time would pass an eventually people would find out, and not only would she be persecuted but so would her parents. She… didn’t want that. Some people were so deathly afraid of Immortals that they would react with violence immediately which, in some cases she’d heard, resulted in a violent outburst of power where the Immortal accidentally killed and destroyed everything nearby.

No, she didn’t want that. Not at all. She resigned herself to her fate and toughed it out, trying once more to be daddy’s brave girl.

The colleague returned about an hour later, carrying a large backpack filled to the brim with supplies, dragging a dirty looking bike by the steerings; a long, square box was balanced on the seat of the bike.

“Thank you, now return to your post,” Evelina’s father said, dismissing the rookie. He took the backpack and looked through it, nodding to himself after a while, obviously satisfied. From within he pulled out a belt with several pouches attached to it and handed it to Evelina. “There’s a canteen there, a map and a compass, as well as some match sticks and a lighter if need be. Aside from that there’s food and water in here to last you for at least two weeks and,” he looked back at the bike, only now noticing the two bags on either side of it,” a lot more in those bags. Now,” he took the box from the seat of the bike and handed it to her. Opening it revealed an old SIG P220 Handgun, if what her father had taught her served her right. It was obviously very old, yet well maintained.

“A relic,” he explained. “A very old gun from before The Fall. I found it a long time ago with your mother. There is some 200 rounds for it in the box as well from the same time, which we found with it. They can’t be made anymore so use them sparingly.” She attached the gun and the holster to her belt. “And then there’s this,” he presented to her a sword; a 20 inch blade with an 8 inch handle. It was a relatively short sword with a broad blade and a sturdy appearance. It weighed heavily in her hand and felt… safe, somehow. “It’s reforged using the metal from a similar sword passed down through generations. It hasn’t been used since… before the Fall, I think, but it’s very old. I had it reforged a couple years back, and now I think you should have it. It’s… not much of a weapon in this world, but it may come in handy.” She gave her a sidelong smirk. “Who knows, maybe your new powers will make it a very good thing to have.” She couldn’t deny the possibility.

Despite herself, she giggled. Even in the worst of times her father seemed to make her laugh. “Thank you, dad. It’s… good to have you help me. I’ll try to see if I can find those other Immortals, and if not… then I’ll wait until people are more receptive of us. Tell mom that I said hi, and please… don’t lie to her. I think she’d rather know that I’m alive, but an Immortal, than believe that I either died or was taken prisoner by the Forsaken.” Whatever else she would’ve said was interrupted by a pair of strong arms embracing her.

“I’ll miss you, Evelina. Promise me that you’ll take good care of yourself, and don’t get into unnecessary danger.”

“I’ll do what I can,” she replied, embracing him as well for a short moment, then stepped back. “I think it’s time I go… Wouldn’t want to keep you from your job for too long.” She smiled at him, then, and kissed his cheek. “I’ll be going. Bye dad. S-Say hi to mom.” She brushed past him, taking the backpack and slinging it onto her back. She hopped onto the bike, straddling it. A turn of the keys and another of the handle caused it to emit a deep rumbling like that of a massive beast.

“There should be a fuel tank in one of the bags on its side. There’s a little extra in it, I think,” he said from behind her. “I don’t think I ever taught you how to ride one, but…”

“I’m sure I’ll figure it out,” she said, filling out the silence after his sentence. “It can’t be that hard, can it?” She chuckled, with a tiny sliver of humour actually making its way into her it. She looked back at him, eyes shining with unshed tears, and cheeks wet with those already shed. “I’ll come visit you some day, even if I have to sneak in myself. Bye dad, I l—” the rest of her sentence was lost in the very lady-like squeal she made when she she shot forward, having turned the handle of the bike a bit too much and sent it speeding into the distance.

Brian Quinn chuckled. If she had the energy to squeal like that then there was nothing to worry about. He knew she was scared, and so was he. Her life had been turned on its head, but she was a strong girl and could get through it. But even then, he hated to see her go. He hated most of all that he was powerless to help her.

He sighed and returned to his post, resigning himself to a sleepless night, only the first of many to come. Both he and his wife would worry about her for weeks before they started to calm down enough to sleep soundly.

To their great surprise and joy, it took only a week. A letter arrived with a few sentences scrawled onto a messy piece of paper.

Dad, Mom.

I can manipulate light. It’s difficult to control, but I’m getting the hang of it. I also helped someone today: A kid had broken his leg during a caravan, and with no one else nearby they were desperate for help. I know they only let me help out of desperation, but getting an earnest thanks from that boy even when I’m an Immortal… It made me almost cry.

I’m alright. You don’t have to worry about me. It’s a little lonely, but I’m used to that.

Evelina Quinn, your daughter.

Only a few sleepless nights followed after the letter, and were completely dispelled when a second one arrived the next week. It became a common thing that, once a week, or every two weeks, a letter from Evelina would arrive, even if it only contained a “I’m alright.” She was safe, and that was enough for them.

Evelina herself found herself somewhat satisfied as well. She was lonely, as she had said, but it wasn’t that bad. She met kind people every now and then. As it turned out, not everyone hated Immortals.

That gave her hope.

Weapons:
- A short broadsword carried horizontally across her lower back/hips.
- SIG P220 Handgun

Armor:
None

Ammunition:
High Grade Rounds: 121 x 10mm rounds

Backpack:
- Various herbal remedies & formulas.
- Splints, bandages, anesthetics; everything a wandering Medic would need, and more.
- Various necessities (food, water, tent, clothes, soap, etc.)
- Oils and tools to keep both weapons clean and functional.
- Goggles.
- 8 magazines for her gun (10mm rounds)

Belt Pouches:
- 3 magazines for her gun
- SIG P220 Handgun (8 bullets loaded)
- Compass, Map & Canteen.

Miscellaneous:
- A bike, and fuel for it.

Manifested Phenomena:
Has the ability to control light in several different ways, chief among them being her ability to create barriers and ropes, or even send it forth as a beam of heat.
- Can turn insubstantial and move with incredible speed for up to 2 seconds before she returns to physical form.
- Estimated Speed: 20 metres pr second
- Resistant to heat and doesn’t seem bothered by high temperatures.
- Immune to flashbangs

Strengths:
- Extensive Medical Knowledge
- Decent gymnastic abilities (Flexibility, reflexes, etc)
- Basic swordsmanship & gun skills
- Enhanced night vision (eyes)

Weaknesses:
- Not very strong.
- Somewhat vulnerable to cold.
- Not the largest girl around; rather easily pushed around.
- Powers are weakened during the night.

Other:
- She is a lover of meat, and has a great dislike for Vegetarians. To her, eating meat (as well as vegetables, etc) is the only right thing to do. She believes that her love for all things once-living-now-food is the cause for her teeth changing alongside her eyes when she became an Immortal.

- Isn’t quite sure of her sexuality. Maybe because she never had any “flings” as a teenager, but she’s not sure.

- Her skills with a sword are self taught, with her skills with a gun coming from her father.

The Dust

Am I cleared for IC posting? ...I hope I am. I'm pretty sure I am. I did, after all, add all of the requested edits to the CS <.< Welp. No way to find out than to try (or wait for Aeon to get on, but I don't wanna). GERONIMO! *Clicks "Post Reply"*

The Dust

A deep rumbling issued from an old motorcycle, spreading far and wide across the empty expanses north of Laguna. It was mid day, the weather was hot, and most people would be walking around covered entirely in thin, loose clothing to ward off the sun's rays but allow the breezes to cool them down. One young woman, however, hadn't thought of doing that in the past two years. Currently she was wearing an old t-shirt and loose kaki pants; arms exposed and the only thing covering her head being a pair of goggles to avoid the sand entering her eyes. Her relatively pale arms were uncovered, as was her neck and face; hair the colour of fire waving freely behind her as she drove across the sparse plains. A shout, a gunshot, and a frown pulled at her lips and creased her brows. She looked behind her, watching as a group of what she assumed were scavengers came closer to her. They were each driving a motorcycle like hers, but unlike her they wore clothing that covered their entire bodies and shielded them from the relentless sun. Another shout, this one vaguely audible over the rush of the wind past her ears. "...Stop...no more warn...shot...give...stuff..." Great, it was a couple of bandits who thought that she was a helpless woman who couldn't defend herself. It wasn't that she couldn't see the logic behind their assumptions, but come on! To live in this day and age one had to toughen up, especially if you became an Immortal. The world was not kind to you if you did not know how to defend yourself, and it was downright malicious and evil if you happened to catch The Sickness but survive. The bandits came up beside her, driving with one on either side, and one behind. They each drove a good ten metres on either side, but judging by the looks on their faces they weren't going to race her. "No more warning shots!" One of them yelled, pointing a gun at her. "Next one will hit!" She sighed and hit the break, turning her bike into a sideways, screeching stop. She stepped down from the bike and looked around at the bandits as they, too, dismounted and walked closer to her, guns held at the ready. Evelina--for that was the young woman's name--had her own gun still strapped to her hip, and a short broadsword carried horizontally across her lower back. She crossed her arms underneath her modest bust as the three bandits--all men, she could see now--stalked closer. "What's the matter?" She asked innocently, looking at each of them in turn, eyes hidden by the goggles. "Give us your stuff, now," one of them demanded. He was the one with the biggest gun, and, presumably, the leader. Evelina's brows knitted together in a frown once again. "No." "You will give us your stuff if you don't wanna die," a voice from behind her said, soon accompanied by the feeling of something hard pressing against the back of her skull. "Now be a good little girl and hand over whatever you have." "No, I don't think so." She looked at the two now standing in front of her, one of them heading towards her bike for the supplies hidden in its side bags. "It's mine," she continued. "Don't touch it." The voice from behind her laughed. "Not like you have much of a choice, kiddo. Three against one, and a gun to your head. Now why don't you just shut up and take the chance to live, hmm?" "It's not like you'd be able to kill me," Evelina said calmly. "Wanna try your luck, then?" She could feel the man behind her place a hand on her hips, feel it snaking its way across her stomach and slowly upwards until he held one of her breasts. "If we can't kill you, then why don't you stop me?" As if to emphasize that she was powerless to act he squeezed her breast hard, fondling it like only someone deprived of any decent contact would. Evelina's eyes narrowed behind the goggles, her mouth pressing into a thin line. "Alright, that's it." She kicked backwards, hitting the pervert behind her in the groin with her heel. In both fury and pain he pulled the trigger still pressed against the back of her head. It fired, and hit the wheel of one of the other bandit's bikes. The grin that had spread across the perverted bandit's face was soon wiped away from the lack of the expected spray of blood, and also because the girl whom he had thought he just killed, evaporated into tiny particles of light. Before the hammer of the gun had even struck down, she was gone in a shower of sparks and had rushed away. "I told you, you wouldn't be able to kill me," Evelina said from behind him, appearing suddenly from nowhere. The broadsword usually strapped across her back was in her hand, pressed against his neck. "Now stand ba--" "Shit! Sh-She's an Immortal!" It was the guy who had been watching Evelina getting fondled and held at gunpoint. It had taken him a few moments to regain his voice, but her dissolving into motes of light definitely did not go unnoticed. "Acute observation," she remarked dryly, pushing her goggles up onto her forehead and revealing her green, slitted eyes. "Yes, I'm an Immortal, and a healer. So if you'd kindly leave my stuff in my bags, and then piss off... I'd very much appreciate that." "K-Kill her!" It was the guy who had been sorting through her bags. He'd drawn his own gun again and pointed it at her, the first shot ringing out and missing her completely. A grunt from the man she was holding told her that he had taken the shot. Damnit. He shot again, though this time it didn't reach its target, hitting an invisible barrier instead. Removing her sword, Evelina shoved the pervert away, three bands of what looked like solid light materialized and bound themselves around his wrists and ankles. The final one placed itself around the wound in his leg, stopping the bleeding and putting pressure onto it. The one who had shouted to kill her shot again, and once more the shot was stopped before it hit her, as did the one from the other, still standing, bandit. She raised her hand, pointing her palm towards the former. Light gathered in her palm and, after a short while, shot forward and hit his hand. He dropped the gun, screaming from the burn marks covering the entirety of his hand. Calmly, she turned towards the only one still standing. He was shaking, eyes wide in fear and gun pointed at her in a desperate attempt to keep hold on some semblance of authority, even if it had so clearly been lost the moment she first acted. "Y-You're a fucking monster, you know that?" He half said, half shouted. "No wonder people fear you, with how much of a freak you are." "I'm no more a monster than you." Her eyes narrowed, her already piercing gaze becoming that much more loaded. "If anything, I'm less so. You steal and rob, kill and rape. How am I worse than you? I got sick, and woke up with these powers. It's not my choice, but you!" She took a menacing step towards him. "You take from others what they have worked hard for, threatening their lives if they don't comply. I wouldn't be surprised if all three of you had your share of rapes on your consciousness." The man laughed, a desperate sort of laugh. "Oh yeah? And what if we do? I bet most of them liked it. Hell, even you would have probably acted like a good little whore if you'd just let John have his fun." "I don't think so." Where before her voice had been casual, if with an edge to it, it was now a low and dangerous tone she used. "Oh sure you do." He snorted, some self confidence returning to him when she didn't immediately attack, but talked instead. "Any bitch with a pair of cow-like hips li--" He got no further, and didn't even have time to react, before she was in front of him, teeth bared in a feral snarl and fist raised. A shimmer surrounded her fist shortly before it impacted with his face, shattering his nose and more than likely fracturing his jaw as well. ----- He awoke about half an hour later, fully expecting to see all of their equipment and provision taken. Perhaps the thing that he had expected the least of all was actually what greeted him. It was the feeling of gentle hands and slender fingers touching his face which woke him, something he would've only expected to feel from a whore. It was, however, a pair of slitted green eyes and long strands of fiery hair which greeted him as he opened his eyes. Bandages covered his nose and a good part of his face. "H-How?" He croaked, wincing as a lance of pain shot through the right side of his face. "Why?" "You don't call me cow," was Evelina's response. "It's the one thing I won't tolerate." She put the finishing touches to the gauze around his face and stood up, looking down at him with pitiless eyes. "And to answer your questions: Kinetic speed that comes from the result of travelling at 20 metres pr second, coupled with a barrier around my hand results in a very hard punch. And why I'm doing this for you? I like to believe that I'm better than the likes of you. Call it my attempt to lessen the hatred for us Immortals." She paused, glancing off to the side. "Your friends are well enough. I took out the bullet from that pervert's--John?--leg and bound the wound. The other guy I gave some salve to help with his burns. You're all bound in my ropes for the next half hour, after which they'll disappear. I've taken your guns but left your food and water. Good bye." She strode away, towards her bike, and climbed onto it. She didn't look back as she drove off towards north again. She'd heard that there were people in Russle Town who didn't look down on Immortals so much, and would be willing to trade with her, and let her work. She just hoped that they were right. Even if they weren't, she could always sneak in and plant a letter into the mail office. It was about time she sent her parents a new update on how things were going for her.

Worlds Collide - A Futuristic Fantasy RP

The chat with Alice had gone well enough. No longer did she feel the need to kill--or hurt--her, although a slight animosity still lingered. It was difficult not to, but it was something she was determined to work her way through, and get rid of. After all, she had all but hated Tsukiko's guts when they first met, and tried to shove her away in the following days. It hadn't worked, of course, and had resulted in her being the happiest she had ever been. With that in the back of her mind, Lily found that she couldn't find any reason to hold onto that dislike. She didn't know Alice, at all, so how could she hate, or even dislike, her. I ended up with a girlfriend when I stopped trying to hate Tsuki. Who's to say that I can't end up with a friend if I put those petty insults behind me? In hindsight she could easily see that those insults thrown at her, were nothing more than spur of the moment taunts that were meant to make her act, not to hurt her. She scratched her head, feeling her nails steadily growing longer as she shifted, heading for one of the Holo Rooms. She didn't really have anything to do, so she figured that blasting a few hard-light holograms to kingdom come would at least kill one hour, perhaps two. At one point she looked down at herself and grimaced. Not because of the cleavage showing due to the exposed chest of her dress, but rather because of the dress itself. She was about to fight, and a dress that hugged her torso but hung freely around her hips and legs weren't exactly the most amazing piece of clothing when one is about to fight. A shrug, and the thought was dismissed. Sure, it wasn't the most optimal article of clothing she could wear, but it was only practice and for fun so it shouldn't really matter, nor would it be ruined at all. For about fifteen more minutes she headed for her destination, the soft underside of her ballerina shoes making nary a sound as she walked along the corridors. At last she reached her destination, and also found a rather unlikely personage standing with his back to her. It had been a while since they talked, and the current situation gave her a good opportunity to engage in conversation, if only a short one. Silently, she walked up behind Sindri and, with one of her tails, reached up around his head and covered his face--and therefore, eyes--with the soft and silky appendage. "Guess who~" she cooed in his ear, playfully.

Equestria Divided: In Nominé - MLP RP

Amaretto paced back and forth in the small room he and Theá shared. It had been a few days since they had felt that massive eruption of magic. He had wanted to do something, even if it wasn't his place nor any of his concern. On a purely personal level he didn't care much in regards to whether or not this Silver Scalpel managed to raise a ton of dead people, but he still felt compelled to doing something about him. At the very least, he admitted, something about that damn unicorn felt off--wrong, even. Light streamed through the window, hitting the contentedly snoozing Theá, as she lay on the bed with her paws underneath her head. She still retained her canine body, if only for the sake of remaining anonymous. He couldn't say exactly--nor could she, for that matter--but he figured that the town wouldn't react too kindly to a God waltzing around their their houses; especially considering they were within the Moon & Star borders. Or very close to, at least. He never could remember. "Why aren't we doing anything?" He asked suddenly, ceasing his pacing, and instead stood rigidly before her. "That bastard did something huge, and you're not even going to investigate it?" He was still sour about how she didn't even do anything when that explosion, or whatever it was, rocked the forest near the town. "I don't need to," she replied simply, eyes still closed. "And why not? I know you're a God, but you're not omniscient, for Celestia's sake!" One of her eyes opened, peering at him with an intensity similar to that of the owl watching the mouse on the ground. Even casual as the look in her eye seemed, it was enough to give him pause. "Because he's not here anymore," she replied. "He's gone, and has been for a while. Usually a few of my Sentinels are picked off every day, but there have been no deaths since the explosion." "So he's not here... Then why the fuck are we still sitting here? You know where he is, I take it?" To his surprise, and great chagrin, she shook her head. "I do not, nor have I done very much to search for him. First of all, several parties of his... servants, have gone different directions. I felt what I think is a teleport spell of some magnitude, but t'is not my field of expertise and I can say neither destination nor direction. The fact that his servants all go in different directions makes it nigh impossible for me to find him at the moment. At least, impossible without actively searching for him." Amaretto looked at her like a deer caught in front of a speeding carriage. "...What?" Rolling her one opened eye, Theá stood up and shook herself awake. "Yes, I have ceased my search on him, at least for the time being. I have a number of Sentinels out and about which may pick up trails of him, but I doubt that I'd find anything worth investigation without giving them directions. As of now they act just like any other animal would. Eat, sleep, shit, and attempt to reproduce." "Right," the unicorn deadpanned. "Alright. So what now? We're wasting time here and if you're not going to go after him, and he's already left, I assume I'm free to go home, then? Celestia knows I want to." Theá nodded, large ears flapping with the motion. "You're free to go home." She tilted her head then, as if thinking something over. "If you wish, I can take you some of the way." Amaretto thought it over for a moment, clicking his tongue in thought. He wanted to get home quickly, so he probably could convince her to take him to the edge of the Everfree, but there was somewhere else he wanted to go first. "Can you take me to Northgate? I need to see someone there. You don't have to take me further than that; I'll make the rest of the trip myself." Theá nodded. "Very well." She quickly resumed her alicorn body, and, lighting her horn, conjured a small sparrow. She sent it flying out the window where it quickly flew to where Xerihan rested; landing on the windowsil and started pecking away at the window to get his attention. I have gone. If you wish directions, send this sparrow with a message to the individual known as Meelo. He will know a place where you can rest, and can pay for your stay as well. She light her horn again, then, looking at Amaretto. He was about to open her mouth to ask her what she was doing, when her magic flared and sent them both hurtling through the fabric of space. They found themselves standing in a clearing in the forest just north of Woodswatch, Theá already stretching her wings. "I will fly you there." She smiled, a rare occurence. "Teleportation is faster, but I prefer flying." She grabbed Amaretto in her telekinesis and yanked him with her, as she took off, flapping her great wings with such force that they soon reached speeds which most Pegasi would find themselves incapable of. The soared north-north west, aiming for Northwatch, and, unknowingly to the both of them, flying right above the cavern in which Scalpel currently resided. To Be Continued

The Dust

>Looks at changes in Alexandria's character sheet >Sees Backstory is up >Clicks Backstory >Mother of walls of text.

The Dust

You... You bastard. You scared me half to death -_- I read your Announcement that the cast had been picked, and that some people had been chosen and others had not. I hadn't gotten any new PM's, so I half expected to not have been chosen. Looks at the first OOC post, and takes me a short while to find "The Cast." During that time I fully expected to have been kicked <.< You're one naughty boy, Aeon, to scare people like that xP

Worlds Collide - A Futuristic Fantasy RP

Alright, Kyrisse, not bad. There is, however, a small thing. First of, no dragon is immune to fire. They have a very high defensive power, and are tough to hurt, but they can be hurt by anything so long as there's enough power behind it. Now, a Phoenix would be resistant to fire, but not immune: You are not exactly made of it. An Ifrit, however, (fire elemental: A Djinn made of fire) would be immune since their entire body is made of it. Also, no way in a million years would a Fae be able to hurt a Titan with physical attacks. The Fae are magical powerhouses, but their physical power is laughable. It'll be a bit of work, but please re-write your post to match this :) Oh, and on another note, Dragons (and all other Titans by extension) are not "magic users." They are physical powerhouses which walk around and kill everything with raw, physical power. A Dragon would bite, claw, swing with the tail, step on stuff, etc. Their breath attack wouldn't be their primary weapon.

The Dust

I would like to start making a character already, but... I would really like to get more details on those Factions before I do it. Can't very well say that my character is a wanderer and hates the Factions if it turns out that there is actually one or two factions that have the same ideals as her xD Although... Her being Immortal and all... Not sure they're gonna be all that welcoming xP