Lady Selune

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Victory

Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

Still 21.

Ban the Person above you

Banned for attempting to restrict my rights.

Paradigm Shift: Agents of Fate [Currently Accepting!]

Five years.

Five long, painful, migrane-filled years, of her mind twisting and writhing about in her skull. Five years where looking in a mirror gave her splitting headaches. Five years of knowing excactly what must be coming, yet being let down year after year.

No longer.

Siobhan's head felt fresh, clean... Quiet. She had no splitting migrane. No more gestation of power. For the first time in five years her head was at peace. Standing on the sixth story balcony of a small apartment building, she would bring a cigarette up to her face, sparking it with a battered old zippo. Snapping the steel lid shut, she would look out into the night sky, hearing the noise that was civil unrest. A gun chattered out a challenge, and then came a few staccato pop-bangs in reply. She scoffed to herself. When her cigarette burned low, she stubbed it out on the metal and reached into her pocket, cardboard and foil crinkling softly as she drew out the last of the little white sticks.

How long had she been standing out here smoking and thinking? She didn't know. The thought was oddly liberating. Bringing the last of her smokes to her lips, she would then light that one as well, her fist replacing the zippo with the empty package, unceremoniously crush it into a something no bigger than a golf ball, and drop it down onto the steel grates. Just as she was about to savour the last light she had, her phone vibrated. Odd- she didn't know anyone that'd be texting her to wish her a happy New Year, if people still did that what with the Dawn and all.

Her eyes flicked over the text. She sighed deeply. Looking down at the half-smoked light in her hand, she would at last and with great reluctance admit that perhaps she had had enough cigarettes for one night. Flicking it over the edge, the dim orange amber flame snuffed out as it span through the cold January air, she would turn on her heel and re-enter the grotty little building she had called home for four days. Luckily for her, there was almost nothing she needed to pack up. Once she had bundled up her laptop's cable and stuck the device itself into her rucksack, she was already pretty much done. She kept her clothes, dirty and clean both, in her bag, and most of the small little items that made day-to-day life so much easier were in her rucksack.

All she needed to do was to zip her little carry-on case shut, sling her backpack over her shoulders and step out the door, leaving the key half-fallen out of the lock. She took the stairs rather than the escalator, one at a time, no need to risk injury, exiting out through a fire exit. Although the writing on it warned of a fire alarm going off automatically, she had 'accidentally' tripped and fallen on it day one, and had found out that there was nothing of the sort.

Closing the door quietly behind her, she would do exactly as the text had instructed her. Sure, it could have been a trap, but then why risk potentially waking her up and getting her moving? It would have been much easier to capture her on a sixth story balcony or in her bed than it would have been to assume she would do what they wanted and walk to their arms... At least, that was what she reasoned to herself. Reaching into her jacket, she would pull out a small switchblade, keeping the actual blade hidden within the dark handle. Sure, if it was FOE, her little snake's tongue wouldn't do much, but at least she'd have the satisfaction of sending at least one of them to the hospital.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

This shit is rigged I'll have you know.

21.

Ban the Person above you

Banned because I have a hammer and you look like a nail.

Word association Game!

Popemobile

Operation: Ground the Harpy - a WW2 era JoJo RP

Lady Selune here, reporting in as co-gm. Please don your badass longcoats, make sure your muscles are tensed, and enjoy the ride.

Paradigm Shift: Agents of Fate [Currently Accepting!]

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Siobhan Caamaescro

Basics

Name: Siobhan Caamescro
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Height/Weight: 5'8 / 48kg
(Former) Occupation: Professional Drifter
Appearance: Siobhan is a woman of peculiar fashion. Every day she seems to wear something different, her perilously small suitcase managing to fit a vast array of clothes that span every culture on Earth. Beyond these clothes lie a woman not unattractive and decidedly exotic, with pleasantly tanned skin and blemishes that seem to add rather than detract. Not overly slim, nor particularly heavyset, Siobhan slips in and out of a crowd with ease... Which is exactly what she wants.

Biography

Siobhan has fifteen different names, thirteen different childhoods and eighty-four faces, one of which she keeps in a walnut box, locked up tight with a key she keeps in her hair. Her name speaks to at least three different cultures, her face to many more, and the places she's travelled another few atop. She claims to have family on every continent including Antartica, and also claims that almost every country in eurasia wants her arrested. A few probably do.

In short, she is a woman who has entirely forgotten any sense of stability. She has gathered not a mote of moss. No family ring her phone, no friends come around to her apartment for drinks and a chat. In a way, this makes her sad, but at the same time she often feels freed by this sort of independence, even as isolation and loneliness eat at her. So much has she wandered that Siobhan has genuinely forgotten where her first breaths were drawn, but nonetheless she had to have drawn them somewhere.

That somewhere was Istanbul, in a cramped and run down but still clean and professional hospital, with her mother collapsing of exhaustion before she could wrap her arms around her newborn child. Siobhan's first steps were across the gritty sand of a Dorset beach, and her first words were lost in the noise of a Thai market. As she grew, with neither a formal education nor a stable household, her life became a series of polariods snapped by her mother and kept in a thick binder that was always the first item packed into a suitcase whenever her parents intended to step onto a plane... Which was often.

By the time she was fifteen, she was so used to moving that staying still never once occured to her. One crisp, clean evening in Minnesota she slipped out the front door of the caravan her parents had rented and hopped into the back of a pickup truck owned by a Souix boy five years older than her. Three hours later, she'd hop out into a Canadian border town, having gained the boy's wallet but with her virginity still left in the cabin.

Ever since then she's kept on with her parent's methods of never staying still for a moment longer than needed. As the sky lit up with purple for the first time, she would be awakened... But not like others. Something in Siobhan's mind twisted that day, but her powers would take five more long, years to erupt out of her skull. She had been expecting them for quite some time.

Skills and Weaknesses

Skills:

• The Hydra's Gaze: Siobhan's powers had twisted inside of her for years. Although she lacks some mental acuity thanks to this, she more than makes up for it when it comes to her magic.
• No Strings Attached: Siobhan is the governmental equivalent of a ghost. Her birth certificate was tossed into a campfire when she was three, and somewhere between it being signed and it being filed, the other copy of her birth certificate got crumpled up; the next day the cleaner condemned it to landfill. She has no passport, no nationality, no family and nobody that can recognise her as a person, rather than a figure. Good luck hunting her down.
• Splitting Branches: Siobhan has an incredible ability when it comes to multitasking and lateral thinking. She can keep track of enough strands of memories to weave a nostalgic tapestery, a skill that comes in more than handy when keeping track of the many 'lies' she tells.

Weaknesses:

• Alone and Afraid: Deep down, Siobhan is a scared child. She uses herself as a commodity to get what she desires but lacks true intimacy. She shuts down around those who she should open up to and feels her heart squeeze itself as if to burst when a happy couple crosses her way. She cries at home to herself when she faces problems.
• The Crooked Corridoors: The gestation of Siobhan's powers did... Something to her mind. She feels the faliures of all the previous waves press down on her- her powers occasionally slip from her control, she hears things that don't make sounds and sees things on the edges of her vision. The sight of herself in a mirror for too long sends her howling. She never reveals why.
• Dragged Down: Siobhan's life of running means that stability feels wrong to her. She can feel a weight pressing down on her when she stays in the same building for too many days, one that only grows and grows the longer she stays still.

Spells:

• Glimmerkin (Blue): There are many histories. There are many futures. Sibohahn cannot see the future, but what has come and what will come often bear no small resemblance to one another, and by exchanging one for the other, Sibohan can attempt to predict what will come.
• Miststep (Blue): One moment she's in one place, the next she's in another. The next, she's behind you. Siobhan's heart and stomach lurch with each step she takes- too much and she stumbles, sober-drunk, ejecting the contents of her stomach and her blood boiling with an unnatural hormonal cocktail.
• Glamour (White): What you see is not always what you get. Especially with Siobhan around. Siobhan's best glamours come when she can reflect them, but Siobhan does not like mirrors. They splinter too easily, and the shards are oh-so-sharp to her cluttered cranium.
• Atomise (Violet): Siobhan can rend matter unto nothing. An object and blood trickles from her nose. A few more and her fingernails blacken and wither. A few more and her hair starts to drift down from her head. She has not gone further.
• Forget-Me-Not (Black): Who was that you saw the other day? Was it a man or a woman? You were sure they were attractive... Or maybe they were just plain? It's not like it matters. They didn't matter. Later, Siobhan has to try a little harder to press down her deepest insecurities.
• Aberration (Black): Siobhan lets another know what she wrestles with inside her mind every waking moment of her life. Most handle it worse than she does, their visions clouding and their minds creaking. Of course, by empowering them, she also feeds her own visions...

Paradigm Shift: Agents of Fate [Currently Accepting!]

Hider

Siobhan Caamaescro

Basics

Name: Siobhan Caamescro
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Height/Weight: 5'8 / 48kg
(Former) Occupation: Professional Drifter
Appearance: Siobhan is a woman of peculiar fashion. Every day she seems to wear something different, her perilously small suitcase managing to fit a vast array of clothes that span every culture on Earth. Beyond these clothes lie a woman not unattractive and decidedly exotic, with pleasantly tanned skin and blemishes that seem to add rather than detract. Not overly slim, nor particularly heavyset, Siobhan slips in and out of a crowd with ease... Which is exactly what she wants.

Biography

Siobhan has fifteen different names, thirteen different childhoods and eighty-four faces, one of which she keeps in a walnut box, locked up tight with a key she keeps in her hair. Her name speaks to at least three different cultures, her face to many more, and the places she's travelled another few atop. She claims to have family on every continent including Antartica, and also claims that almost every country in eurasia wants her arrested. A few probably do.

In short, she is a woman who has entirely forgotten any sense of stability. She has gathered not a mote of moss. No family ring her phone, no friends come around to her apartment for drinks and a chat. In a way, this makes her sad, but at the same time she often feels freed by this sort of independence, even as isolation and loneliness eat at her. So much has she wandered that Siobhan has genuinely forgotten where her first breaths were drawn, but nonetheless she had to have drawn them somewhere.

That somewhere was Istanbul, in a cramped and run down but still clean and professional hospital, with her mother collapsing of exhaustion before she could wrap her arms around her newborn child. Siobhan's first steps were across the gritty sand of a Dorset beach, and her first words were lost in the noise of a Thai market. As she grew, with neither a formal education nor a stable household, her life became a series of polariods snapped by her mother and kept in a thick binder that was always the first item packed into a suitcase whenever her parents intended to step onto a plane... Which was often.

By the time she was fifteen, she was so used to moving that staying still never once occured to her. One crisp, clean evening in Minnesota she slipped out the front door of the caravan her parents had rented and hopped into the back of a pickup truck owned by a Souix boy five years older than her. Three hours later, she'd hop out into a Canadian border town, having gained the boy's wallet but with her virginity still left in the cabin.

Ever since then she's kept on with her parent's methods of never staying still for a moment longer than needed. As the sky lit up with purple for the first time, she would be awakened... But not like others. Something in Siobhan's mind twisted that day, but her powers would take five more long, years to erupt out of her skull. She had been expecting them for quite some time.

Skills and Weaknesses

Skills:

• The Hydra's Gaze: Siobhan's powers had twisted inside of her for years. Although she lacks some mental acuity thanks to this, she more than makes up for it when it comes to her magic.
• No Strings Attached: Siobhan is the governmental equivalent of a ghost. Her birth certificate was tossed into a campfire when she was three, and somewhere between it being signed and it being filed, the other copy of her birth certificate got crumpled up; the next day the cleaner condemned it to landfill. She has no passport, no nationality, no family and nobody that can recognise her as a person, rather than a figure. Good luck hunting her down.
• Splitting Branches: Siobhan has an incredible ability when it comes to multitasking and lateral thinking. She can keep track of enough strands of memories to weave a nostalgic tapestery, a skill that comes in more than handy when keeping track of the many 'lies' she tells.

Weaknesses:

• Alone and Afraid: Deep down, Siobhan is a scared child. She uses herself as a commodity to get what she desires but lacks true intimacy. She shuts down around those who she should open up to and feels her heart squeeze itself as if to burst when a happy couple crosses her way. She cries at home to herself when she faces problems.
• The Crooked Corridoors: The gestation of Siobhan's powers did... Something to her mind. She feels the faliures of all the previous waves press down on her- her powers occasionally slip from her control, she hears things that don't make sounds and sees things on the edges of her vision. The sight of herself in a mirror for too long sends her howling. She never reveals why.
• Dragged Down: Siobhan's life of running means that stability feels wrong to her. She can feel a weight pressing down on her when she stays in the same building for too many days, one that only grows and grows the longer she stays still.

Spells:

• Glimmerkin (Blue): There are many histories. There are many futures. Sibohahn cannot see the future, but what has come and what will come often bear no small resemblance to one another, and by exchanging one for the other, Sibohan can attempt to predict what will come.
• Miststep (Blue): One moment she's in one place, the next she's in another. The next, she's behind you. Siobhan's heart and stomach lurch with each step she takes- too much and she stumbles, sober-drunk, ejecting the contents of her stomach and her blood boiling with an unnatural hormonal cocktail.
• Glamour (White): What you see is not always what you get. Especially with Siobhan around. Siobhan's best glamours come when she can reflect them, but Siobhan does not like mirrors. They splinter too easily, and the shards are oh-so-sharp to her cluttered cranium.
• Atomise (Violet): Siobhan can rend matter unto nothing. An object and blood trickles from her nose. A few more and her fingernails blacken and wither. A few more and her hair starts to drift down from her head. She has not gone further.
• Forget-Me-Not (Black): Who was that you saw the other day? Was it a man or a woman? You were sure they were attractive... Or maybe they were just plain? It's not like it matters. They didn't matter. Later, Siobhan has to try a little harder to press down her deepest insecurities.
• Aberration (Black): Siobhan lets another know what she wrestles with inside her mind every waking moment of her life. Most handle it worse than she does. Of course, by empowering them, she also feeds her own visions...

I can definitely see how Siobhan would be considered overly powerful or lore-breaking. If something's wrong, if she needs to be toned down or her abilities elaborated upon and tweaked, I'll do that in an instant.