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Lem's Stash

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K I R K A
K I R K A

^{"I don't think you're dumb, so please stop trying to prove me wrong!"}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R D A T A C H A R A C T E R D A T A _________________________________________________________ True Self Ásta Kristjánsdóttir Persona Kirka Pathos Draethir Role Ranged DPS Weapon of Choice Longbow Domains Lightning Ice Manifestation Conjuration Enhancement Playstyle & Attitude Long-ranged but low mobility sniper, absolute shitstirrer menace

Á S T A K R I S T J Á N S D Ó T T I R: D E A D C O L D Á S T A K R I S T J Á N S D Ó T T I R: D E A D C O L D ________________________________________________________________________________________ The Icelandic city of Akureyri has seen better days. Ever since an earthquake and subsequent tsunami tore the city apart, most of its population has moved south to the capital of Reykjavik, leaving the city mostly an empty shell. Not many people still lived there after that. Still, a few stubborn residents with families who'd been in the city since they could remember clung there despite everything. Like, for example, a man named Kristján and his wife Sigríður, and their daughter: Ásta. Refusing to admit that perhaps moving to Reykjavik might be a good idea, they clung to Akureyri like barnacles to the rocks. The government just needed time, they said. Once they dealt with the new influx of people from the northern cities and towns that the natural disaster had displaced, they'd help to rebuild Akureyri, to make it just as beautiful as it always was. Yet in practice, huge sections remained ruined, and many of those that remained did so out of poverty; which only worsened as the conditions in Akureyri did. Expensive, ruined, and so, so cold. This was the climate in which Ásta grew up. Told at home to be proud of her city, and yet seeing whenever she went out that her city was proving remarkably slow in limping back to its feet. There was nowhere for her to get a part-time job as she aged; any spaces were in such high demand that they were filled before she could even get there. Utilities had become obscenely expensive; even her relatively well-to-do family found themselves carefully rationing their money just so they could pay for heating, electricity, and hot water to find their way in the frigid winters. There were few enough kids remaining in their neighborhood, so she didn't have much of a social life, either; cold, within and without. A part of her grew a bit angry as the world moved around her, and she was left alone. This is when she started developing her tendencies to provoke people. To make them angry, yes, because she was angry and lashing out. But more important, to make things change. She was so angry, so sad, and so isolated. Nothing ever changed in Akureyri; her life was a string of days just like the last, and everything blended together until she felt like the world was blurring by and leaving her behind. So, the day she turned eighteen, she picked herself up, packed her bags, and shipped down to Reykjavik. Her parents were...less than happy with this arrangement, viewed it as a kind of betrayal. But she just laughed, and kindly told them to go and screw themselves, because she was an adult now and could make her own choices. When she finally reached the city, the first thing she saw--before she got a job, found herself a cheap place--was the church, Hallgrímskirkja. It became almost like a symbol to her; not of God, she wasn't a believer. But of warmth. Of freedom. She's been living in Reykjavik for some years now working in customs, and has worked her way up to a rather nice apartment. Just recently, she's found herself interested in one of the cool new things she found listed on a customs form. Pariah Online. What neat concept. K I R K A: F R A C T U R E D I C E K I R K A: F R A C T U R E D I C E ________________________________________________________________________________________ Ásta has never stood out in her life. Blonde hair and blue eyes may be somewhat unusual in most places, but basically everyone in Iceland has them. In any given place, Ásta blends right into the crowd. Kirka looks...nothing like her. Unreasonably tall at just a bit over six feet. Incredibly slender, with an undeniable feminine shape but a nearly completely flat chest (the less to get in the way of anything!). Magenta-violet eyes, framed by pin-straight deep indigo hair that falls about to her shoulders. Her narrow face is typically shown in one of two expressions: either a deadpan stare, or a very obnoxious smirk that usually presages something about to (metaphorically) explode... ...Because in Pariah, her absolute worst shitstirrer tendencies are set free. Owing largely to the isolation and overwhelming, paralyzing, choking stability of her childhood, he hates it, she HATES it, when things stay static. Even if it's a nice, comfortable stasis, if things stand still for more than a brief time, she starts to get antsy and twitchy and starts provoking change. She can do this in a productive way, certainly. If she views something as bad, then she'll commit to changing it, and the world may likely end up better off because of it. But if the status quo is a nice, easy peace, then her needling for things to constantly shift and change can cause potentially cause problems, both in general, and with other people. Consequently, though she has a tendency to surround herself with people so she never feels isolated, she has an equal tendency to drive people away through her antics, and her sometimes less than kind humor. As it stands, she's been part of several different groups and guilds, and been kindly asked to leave many of them. Not all, of course; there's a certain kind of person that she gets along with wonderfully. But that certainly isn't everyone. Well. Perhaps she'll be a little more agreeable, now that things are about to go very wrong.

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Spells & Spell-like Abilities

Lotus Petal Dance
Leveraging both her illusion and enhancement magics, Papiyon becomes as a phantom; as she dashes around enemies and strikes from unexpected angles, afterimages are left in her wake, causing no damage but confusing monsters and hostile players alike with the graceful movements; like dancing across a pond on water lilies on tiptoes.

Butterfly Haze
With a sound like falling leaves, a cloud of phantasmal butterflies envelops the area around Papiyon as she melds into it. The rustling of a thousand tiny wings hides sound, and the flashing of countless colors distorts vision; and by the time you realize that she'd circled around behind you, it's already too late.

Butterfly Flurry
A mesmerizing purple gleam envelops Papiyon's nagamaki, and attempts to block it seem to land on thin air as its position wavers like water, slipping past guards and through cracks in armor.

Flittering Wing
You may think you have Papiyon pinned down and a surefire killing blow. You may think that you've escaped her, put enough distance between the two of you that she could never close the distance. In both cases, you are very wrong. With no more than a breath's sigh and a flare of purple light, Papiyon blinks forwards and backwards, in and out. She can't use it more than once or twice sequentially, but being able to blink through an attack and end up right at her enemy's throat is powerful nonetheless.

Painless Butterfly
The most powerful spell in Papiyon's arsenal, Painless Butterfly sees her close her eyes and sheath her sword as pink energy builds within, crawling up the sheath like butterflies swirling through the sky. All sound becomes muted and distant to her, and the world slows to a crawl. Then, in one fluid motion and with a sound like lightning, she unleashes a single clean stroke from her sheath, trailing pink light and phantom butterflies as it rends through space and time. Finally, the blade is stowed once more; and with the deafening click of the guard on the sheath, destruction unfolds and time resumes.

Character Feats

Holly, Heather, Hydrangea
Just because she's off the clock doesn't mean she loves flowers any less. She keeps a small plot of land in Thorinn where she grows an assortment of flowers both magical and mundane and sells them as she wanders to alchemists, tailors, and other crafters with an eye for magic and beauty.

Whirling Sting
All of Papiyon's abilities to get close and empower her strikes are useless if the strikes themselves are weak. Luckily, not so; she's quite impressive with her nagamaki. Perhaps not as much as she would be if she were strictly martial; in any competition that completely excludes magic, she's certainly not winning. But with all of her powers and talents factored in, she does a lot of damage, either quickly or over time.

Open Mind, Open Heart
For as kind as Papiyon is, and as committed as she is to emotionally protecting those around her--what good is that if people are so distrustful that they won't even let her? While her natural tendency is to hide how she's feeling, she curbs that as much as she possibly can. A constant flow of honesty is infinitely important, and that flow NEEDS to be two-way.

Always There
Still, even if she does alienate someone, she'll try her best to un-alienate them, regardless if there was any major fault to be had there. Running alongside the sweetness and kindness, Papiyon is nothing if not incredibly forgiving. Not infinitely so, of course, she has her limits just like everyone else does. But unless either you or her does something truly heinous, she'll find a way to make amends.

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A Stellar Tomb

Annalisa Diamond (Jav)

A n n a l i s a

“What do you mean, sir? I've been here the whole time!”

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Name
Alias: Annalisa Diamond
Real Name: Javelina Coswell

Age
28

Gender
Female

Company
Vira-Legat Bioengineering

Personality
Miss Annalisa Diamond is at once the most useful and useless kind of employee. Sweet and kind but unambitious and somewhat vapid, she's the 'gofer;' the woman you send to do meaningless busywork; getting cups of coffee, organizing cabinets, that kind of thing. That's not to say she's unintelligent; she just...has a ceiling, and she's not likely to get any higher.

Javelina 'Jav' Coswell is...very different.

Whipcrack smart and highly driven, with a bloodhound's nose for information, a mind like a steel trap, and a real knack for thinking on her feet, Jav is everything Annalisa isn't. Though not exactly unkind, she has very little reason to be so most of the time. She's self-interested, yet she fully believes herself to be an altruist: to her, self-interest is altruism, and once she gets clamps her teeth down into a story, she has no intention of ever letting go; she'll hold on like a pit bull until either it comes apart or she does.

And all of this, the altruism, the stubbornness; all that she says or does is organized around a single, critical facet of her character. There are many values in the worlds. Peace, order, prosperity, conformity, hope. But to Jav, all of those pretty words are meaningless before the altar of 'truth.' Truth, at any price.

Truth, no matter the cost.

History
Annalisa Diamond was born in the high-rises of Mars' Valles Marineris to a family of obscene wealth. Raised with more money than she could even understand, her father eventually bought her a place (that she was rather unqualified for) in Vira-Legat, hoping to use her as a bargaining chip to get into the doors of the company. There's not a good reason for her to be on Kepler; just money and politics.

Annalisa Diamond also doesn't exist.

Oh, the Diamond family does, assuredly; and the identification she has checks out in every way. But she certainly wasn't born in Valles Marineris. Javelina Coswell was born in the slums of the Martian north, and spent her childhood in abject poverty. And disgust. Utter disgust, at the corruption she saw around her. At the money and food and power flowing between the already wealthy and powerful. So as she aged into a teenager, she decided to do something about it. Showing the first of her investigative chops, she managed to sneak into the Governer's residence, find all of the money on his system, every record of every transaction. So she downloaded them, and uploaded them into the network for all to see. Before the month was out, the governor had been shot.

The heady kick of truth had infiltrated Javelina and locked itself inside her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. So she got a job as an investigative journalist (with what little journalism meant on Mars), and set herself to finding out the truth. Nothing major; bits here and there, frauds exposed, corruption shined a light upon, all on a local scale regardless where she moved on Mars, but anything was something, right?

And now, things have gotten bigger.

Recently, she found an interesting tip from a source she trusted: on the vaunted Kepler, Vira-Legat was up to something, and it was up to her to find out what. Her curiosity was fatally piqued, the opportunity to investigate one of the big megacorps in an official capacity too much for her to pass up. So she took the cover--lucky it didn't require her to be qualified!--and shipped out.

The truth was waiting.

A Stellar Tomb

It's app time! Let's see how this goes!

A. Diamond

A n n a l i s a

“What do you mean, sir? I've been here the whole time!”

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Name
Alias: Annalisa Diamond
Real Name: Javelina Coswell

Age
28

Gender
Female

Company
Vira-Legat Bioengineering

Personality
Miss Annalisa Diamond is at once the most useful and useless kind of employee. Sweet and kind but unambitious and somewhat vapid, she's the 'gofer;' the woman you send to do meaningless busywork; getting cups of coffee, organizing cabinets, that kind of thing. That's not to say she's unintelligent; she just...has a ceiling, and she's not likely to get any higher.

Javelina 'Jav' Coswell is...very different.

Whipcrack smart and highly driven, with a bloodhound's nose for information, a mind like a steel trap, and a real knack for thinking on her feet, Jav is everything Annalisa isn't. Though not exactly unkind, she has very little reason to be so most of the time. She's self-interested, yet she fully believes herself to be an altruist: to her, self-interest is altruism, and once she gets clamps her teeth down into a story, she has no intention of ever letting go; she'll hold on like a pit bull until either it comes apart or she does.

And all of this, the altruism, the stubbornness; all that she says or does is organized around a single, critical facet of her character. There are many values in the worlds. Peace, order, prosperity, conformity, hope. But to Jav, all of those pretty words are meaningless before the altar of 'truth.' Truth, at any price.

Truth, no matter the cost.

History
Annalisa Diamond was born in the high-rises of Mars' Valles Marineris to a family of obscene wealth. Raised with more money than she could even understand, her father eventually bought her a place (that she was rather unqualified for) in Vira-Legat, hoping to use her as a bargaining chip to get into the doors of the company. There's not a good reason for her to be on Kepler; just money and politics.

Annalisa Diamond also doesn't exist.

Oh, the Diamond family does, assuredly; and the identification she has checks out in every way. But she certainly wasn't born in Valles Marineris. Javelina Coswell was born in the slums of the Martian north, and spent her childhood in abject poverty. And disgust. Utter disgust, at the corruption she saw around her. At the money and food and power flowing between the already wealthy and powerful. So as she aged into a teenager, she decided to do something about it. Showing the first of her investigative chops, she managed to sneak into the Governer's residence, find all of the money on his system, every record of every transaction. So she downloaded them, and uploaded them into the network for all to see. Before the month was out, the governor had been shot.

The heady kick of truth had infiltrated Javelina and locked itself inside her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. So she got a job as an investigative journalist (with what little journalism meant on Mars), and set herself to finding out the truth. Nothing major; bits here and there, frauds exposed, corruption shined a light upon, all on a local scale regardless where she moved on Mars, but anything was something, right?

And now, things have gotten bigger.

Recently, she found an interesting tip from a source she trusted: on the vaunted Kepler, Vira-Legat was up to something, and it was up to her to find out what. Her curiosity was fatally piqued, the opportunity to investigate one of the big megacorps in an official capacity too much for her to pass up. So she took the cover--lucky it didn't require her to be qualified!--and shipped out.

The truth was waiting.

Lem's Stash

A. Diamond

A n n a l i s a

“What do you mean, sir? I've been here the whole time!”

image

Name
Alias: Annalisa Diamond
Real Name: Javelina Coswell

Age
28

Gender
Female

Company
Vira-Legat Bioengineering

Personality
Miss Annalisa Diamond is at once the most useful and useless kind of employee. Sweet and kind but unambitious and somewhat vapid, she's the 'gofer;' the woman you send to do meaningless busywork; getting cups of coffee, organizing cabinets, that kind of thing. That's not to say she's unintelligent; she just...has a ceiling, and she's not likely to get any higher.

Javelina 'Jav' Coswell is...very different.

Whipcrack smart and highly driven, with a bloodhound's nose for information, a mind like a steel trap, and a real knack for thinking on her feet, Jav is everything Annalisa isn't. Though not exactly unkind, she has very little reason to be so most of the time. She's self-interested, yet she fully believes herself to be an altruist: to her, self-interest is altruism, and once she gets clamps her teeth down into a story, she has no intention of ever letting go; she'll hold on like a pit bull until either it comes apart or she does.

And all of this, the altruism, the stubbornness; all that she says or does is organized around a single, critical facet of her character. There are many values in the worlds. Peace, order, prosperity, conformity, hope. But to Jav, all of those pretty words are meaningless before the altar of 'truth.' Truth, at any price.

Truth, no matter the cost.

History
Annalisa Diamond was born in the high-rises of Mars' Valles Marineris to a family of obscene wealth. Raised with more money than she could even understand, her father eventually bought her a place (that she was rather unqualified for) in Vira-Legat, hoping to use her as a bargaining chip to get into the doors of the company. There's not a good reason for her to be on Kepler; just money and politics.

Annalisa Diamond also doesn't exist.

Oh, the Diamond family does, assuredly; and the identification she has checks out in every way. But she certainly wasn't born in Valles Marineris. Javelina Coswell was born in the slums of the Martian north, and spent her childhood in abject poverty. And disgust. Utter disgust, at the corruption she saw around her. At the money and food and power flowing between the already wealthy and powerful. So as she aged into a teenager, she decided to do something about it. Showing the first of her investigative chops, she managed to sneak into the Governer's residence, find all of the money on his system, every record of every transaction. So she downloaded them, and uploaded them into the network for all to see. Before the month was out, the governor had been shot.

The heady kick of truth had infiltrated Javelina and locked itself inside her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. So she got a job as an investigative journalist (with what little journalism meant on Mars), and set herself to finding out the truth. Nothing major; bits here and there, frauds exposed, corruption shined a light upon, all on a local scale regardless where she moved on Mars, but anything was something, right?

And now, things have gotten bigger.

Recently, she found an interesting tip from a source she trusted: on the vaunted Kepler, Vira-Legat was up to something, and it was up to her to find out what. Her curiosity was fatally piqued, the opportunity to investigate one of the big megacorps in an official capacity too much for her to pass up. So she took the cover--lucky it didn't require her to be qualified!--and shipped out.

The truth was waiting.

Pariah Online

Floats Like A Butterfly

P A P I Y O N
P A P I Y O N

^{"The world is always better off with a little more kindness in it."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R D A T A C H A R A C T E R D A T A _________________________________________________________ True Self Moriyama Chou - 森山蝶 Persona Papiyon - パピ四 Pathos Drox Role DPS Weapon of Choice Nagamaki Domains Darkness Enhancement Illusion Playstyle & Attitude Hypermobile evasive DPS, Mom Friend™ ♫

M O R I Y A M A C H O U: W H E R E F L O W E R S F L O U R I S H M O R I Y A M A C H O U: W H E R E F L O W E R S F L O U R I S H ________________________________________________________________________________________ Rikako, empress of the Moriyama business empire, loved flowers and butterflies. So it came as no surprise that her two twin daughters were named as such: the elder, Hanako; and the younger, Chou. The two were borderline inseparable through their younger years, all the way up through private high school, when Chou's life path was forever changed. With her parents as they were, a calm and mild temperament, and a manner of speech and bearing so polite as to be strange at times, it was taken for granted that she would attend university as well. Even if she was only in her first year of high school, she certainly had the grades for it, she loved learning. Though she never really had a subject in mind--business? That was most likely, but what about literature? Philosophy? Studying abroad, even? She never could quite think of one--it felt like the world was opening itself up before her, full of wonder and promise. And then Examination Hell began, and any desire Chou had of attaining higher education withered on the vine, burned to the roots. With how much she'd been sheltered growing up, she had no idea what she was walking into. It was a nightmare. A pure nightmare. Her and her sister both barely functioning and yet required to, bags under their eyes, after coming back from yet more rounds of practice exams. Grades slipping from exhaustion. Locking themselves in night and day to keep cranking at exam booklets and textbooks ad nauseum. To Chou, it was like both enduring torture and watching a victim thereof, and in between rounds of bringing snacks up for herself and Hanako during long study nights (every night) and getting her own schoolwork done, she began to look further afield for a possible future. She wanted no part in this whatsoever. And during one of her brief searches, she came across a florist's shop nearby, owned by the elderly woman Satou-sama, who was in need of help to keep things running smoothly, and started working part time. And she fell in love. Her parents were...frosty a year or so later, when she told them she didn't want to go to university, and she would be continuing her apprenticeship as a florist. Very frosty. But after some cajoling (not quite enough, for what she was doing), they gave her the go-ahead, in a way that disturbed her just a little bit for how easy it was. Still. Here was her chance to make her own life, and she took it. And so the years passed, and Chou found herself in a comfortable apprenticeship, as Satou-sama was aging more, and so more of the responsibility passed on to her young protégé. She has a comfortable, if quite small, apartment above that same florist's shop in familiar Kōriyama now, and a touch of disposable income that didn't come from her obscenely wealthy parents. And so just after dyeing a wisteria-purple streak into her hair, she started looking into something Hanako mentioned on one of their occasional chats: this crazy cool new VR game that she'd started playing called Pariah. Well, hey, couldn't hurt, right? P A P I Y O N: D E A T H I N P I N K P A P I Y O N: D E A T H I N P I N K ________________________________________________________________________________________ That wisteria streak, now spread across her whole head, and a pair of kind, warm magenta-purple eyes. Papiyon isn't far from Chou at just a touch under 165 centimeters, and could fairly accurately be described in appearance as the "typical" Japanese young lady thrown into a blender set to 'pink,' then dressed in a white and gold leather longcoat and gifted a very sharp weapon. But more important is what it does to her personality. Which is to say, it unleashes her most powerful nurturing urges. With her most prominent character trait being how kind and sweet she is as a matter of course, she's here to give her all in making people smile as much as she possibly can. And in protecting those smiles, as well. Of course, not so much literally, as she's quite far from a support, but more in the emotional sense. She seems to have a hurt-person-radar, and those that ping it best be prepared for the Mom Friend to descend. Both a newcomer to MMOs (and video games in general) and never one for super organized groups in any situation, Papiyon's never touched a guild, at least not up to now, and nor does she truly see the point. She prefers to meander around, either looking for and then sticking with pick up groups, or simply roaming and marveling at the incredibly rendered Pariah world. As of now, she's not managed to link up with Hanako at all, but that's all the better. University was stressful, she knew. Well. Small world.

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Spells & Spell-like Abilities

Lotus Petal Dance
Leveraging both her illusion and enhancement magics, Papiyon becomes as a phantom; as she dashes around enemies and strikes from unexpected angles, afterimages are left in her wake, causing no damage but confusing monsters and hostile players alike with the graceful movements; like dancing across a pond on water lilies on tiptoes.

Butterfly Haze
With a sound like falling leaves, a cloud of phantasmal butterflies envelops the area around Papiyon as she melds into it. The rustling of a thousand tiny wings hides sound, and the flashing of countless colors distorts vision; and by the time you realize that she'd circled around behind you, it's already too late.

Butterfly Flurry
A mesmerizing purple gleam envelops Papiyon's nagamaki, and attempts to block it seem to land on thin air as its position wavers like water, slipping past guards and through cracks in armor. Using illusion magic, she is able to conceal the position of her sword, distracting the eye with an illusory feint.

Flittering Wing
You may think you have Papiyon pinned down and a surefire killing blow. You may think that you've escaped her, put enough distance between the two of you that she could never close the distance. In both cases, you are very wrong. With no more than a breath's sigh and a flare of purple light, Papiyon can blink up to twenty or so feet in whatever direction she chooses She can't use it more than once or twice sequentially, but being able to blink through an attack and end up right at her enemy's throat is powerful nonetheless.

Painless Butterfly
The most powerful spell in Papiyon's arsenal, Painless Butterfly sees her close her eyes and sheath her sword as pink energy builds within, crawling up the sheath like butterflies swirling through the sky. All sound becomes muted and distant to her, and the world slows to a crawl. Then, in one fluid motion and with a sound like lightning, she unleashes a single clean stroke from her sheath, trailing pink light and phantom butterflies as it rends through space and time. Finally, the blade is stowed once more; and with the deafening click of the guard on the sheath, destruction unfolds and time resumes.

Character Feats

Holly, Heather, Hydrangea
Just because she's off the clock doesn't mean she loves flowers any less. She keeps a small plot of land in Thorinn where she grows an assortment of flowers both magical and mundane and sells them as she wanders to alchemists, tailors, and other crafters with an eye for magic and beauty.

Whirling Sting
All of Papiyon's abilities to get close and empower her strikes are useless if the strikes themselves are weak. Luckily, not so; she's quite impressive with her nagamaki. Perhaps not as much as she would be if she were strictly martial; in any competition that completely excludes magic, she's certainly not winning. But with all of her powers and talents factored in, she does a lot of damage, either quickly or over time.

Open Mind, Open Heart
For as kind as Papiyon is, and as committed as she is to emotionally protecting those around her--what good is that if people are so distrustful that they won't even let her? While her natural tendency is to hide how she's feeling, she curbs that as much as she possibly can. A constant flow of honesty is infinitely important, and that flow NEEDS to be two-way. All that being said, her mind can be a bit...too open. Because of her sheltered upbringing and tendency to always think the best of people, she has a tendency to be a bit naive and easily manipulated by more canny individuals.

Always There
Still, even if she does alienate someone, she'll try her best to un-alienate them, regardless if there was any major fault to be had there. Running alongside the sweetness and kindness, Papiyon is nothing if not incredibly forgiving. Not infinitely so, of course, she has her limits just like everyone else does. But unless either you or her does something truly heinous, she'll find a way to make amends.

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Lem's Stash

Floats Like A Butterfly

P A P I Y O N
P A P I Y O N

^{"The world is always better off with a little more kindness in it."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R D A T A C H A R A C T E R D A T A _________________________________________________________ True Self Moriyama Chou - 森山蝶 Persona Papiyon - パピ四 Pathos Drox Role DPS Weapon of Choice Nagamaki Domains Darkness Enhancement Illusion Playstyle & Attitude Hypermobile evasive DPS, Unflappable Mom Friend™

M O R I Y A M A C H O U: W H E R E F L O W E R S F L O U R I S H M O R I Y A M A C H O U: W H E R E F L O W E R S F L O U R I S H ________________________________________________________________________________________ Rikako, empress of the Moriyama business empire, loved flowers and butterflies. So it came as no surprise that her two twin daughters were named as such: the elder, Hanako; and the younger, Chou. The two were borderline inseparable through their younger years, all the way up through private high school, when Chou's life path was forever changed. With her parents as they were, a calm and mild temperament, and a manner of speech and bearing so polite as to be strange at times, it was taken for granted that she would attend university as well. Even if she was only in her first year of high school, she certainly had the grades for it, she loved learning. Though she never really had a subject in mind--business? That was most likely, but what about literature? Philosophy? Studying abroad, even? She never could quite think of one--it felt like the world was opening itself up before her, full of wonder and promise. And then Examination Hell began, and any desire Chou had of attaining higher education withered on the vine, burned to the roots. It was a nightmare. A pure nightmare. Her and her sister both barely functioning and yet required to, bags under their eyes, after coming back from yet more rounds of practice exams. Grades slipping from exhaustion. Locking themselves in night and day to keep cranking at exam booklets and textbooks ad nauseum. To Chou, it was like both enduring torture and watching a victim thereof, and in between rounds of bringing snacks up for herself and Hanako during long study nights (every night) and getting her own schoolwork done, she began to look further afield for a possible future. She wanted no part in this whatsoever. And during one of her brief searches, she came across a florist's shop nearby, owned by the elderly woman Satou-sama, who was in need of help to keep things running smoothly, and started working part time. And she fell in love. Her parents were...frosty a year or so later, when she told them she didn't want to go to university, and she would be continuing her apprenticeship as a florist. Very frosty. But after some cajoling (not quite enough, for what she was doing), they gave her the go-ahead, in a way that disturbed her just a little bit for how easy it was. Still. Here was her chance to make her own life, and she took it. And so the years passed, and Chou found herself in a comfortable apprenticeship, as Satou-sama was aging more, and so more of the responsibility passed on to her young protégé. She has a comfortable, if quite small, apartment above that same florist's shop in familiar Kōriyama now, and a touch of disposable income that didn't come from her obscenely wealthy parents. And so just after dyeing a wisteria-purple streak into her hair, she started looking into something Hanako mentioned on one of their occasional chats: this crazy cool new VR game that she'd started playing called Pariah. Well, hey, couldn't hurt, right? P A P I Y O N: D E A T H I N P I N K P A P I Y O N: D E A T H I N P I N K ________________________________________________________________________________________ That wisteria streak, now spread across her whole head, and a pair of kind, warm magenta-purple eyes. Papiyon could fairly accurately be described in appearance as the "typical" Japanese young lady thrown into a blender set to 'pink,' then dressed in a white and gold leather longcoat and gifted a very sharp weapon. But more important is what it does to her personality. Which is to say, it unleashes her most powerful nurturing urges. With her most prominent character trait being how kind and sweet she is as a matter of course, she's here to give her all in making people smile as much as she possibly can. And in protecting those smiles, as well. Of course, not so much literally, as she's quite far from a support, but more in the emotional sense. She seems to have a hurt-person-radar, and those that ping it best be prepared for the Mom Friend to descend. Both a newcomer to MMOs (and video games in general) and never one for super organized groups in any situation, Papiyon's never touched a guild, at least not up to now, and nor does she truly see the point. She prefers to meander around, either looking for and then sticking with pick up groups, or simply roaming and marveling at the incredibly rendered Pariah world. As of now, she's not managed to link up with Hanako at all, but that's all the better. University was stressful, she knew. Well. Small world.

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Spells & Spell-like Abilities

Lotus Petal Dance
Leveraging both her illusion and enhancement magics, Papiyon becomes as a phantom; as she dashes around enemies and strikes from unexpected angles, afterimages are left in her wake, causing no damage but confusing monsters and hostile players alike with the graceful movements; like dancing across a pond on water lilies on tiptoes.

Butterfly Haze
With a sound like falling leaves, a cloud of phantasmal butterflies envelops the area around Papiyon as she melds into it. The rustling of a thousand tiny wings hides sound, and the flashing of countless colors distorts vision; and by the time you realize that she'd circled around behind you, it's already too late.

Butterfly Flurry
A mesmerizing purple gleam envelops Papiyon's nagamaki, and attempts to block it seem to land on thin air as its position wavers like water, slipping past guards and through cracks in armor.

Flittering Wing
You may think you have Papiyon pinned down and a surefire killing blow. You may think that you've escaped her, put enough distance between the two of you that she could never close the distance. In both cases, you are very wrong. With no more than a breath's sigh and a flare of purple light, Papiyon blinks forwards and backwards, in and out. She can't use it more than once or twice sequentially, but being able to blink through an attack and end up right at her enemy's throat is powerful nonetheless.

Painless Butterfly
The most powerful spell in Papiyon's arsenal, Painless Butterfly sees her close her eyes and sheath her sword as pink energy builds within, crawling up the sheath like butterflies swirling through the sky. All sound becomes muted and distant to her, and the world slows to a crawl. Then, in one fluid motion and with a sound like lightning, she unleashes a single clean stroke from her sheath, trailing pink light and phantom butterflies as it rends through space and time. Finally, the blade is stowed once more; and with the deafening click of the guard on the sheath, destruction unfolds and time resumes.

Character Feats

Holly, Heather, Hydrangea
Just because she's off the clock doesn't mean she loves flowers any less. She keeps a small plot of land in Thorinn where she grows an assortment of flowers both magical and mundane and sells them as she wanders to alchemists, tailors, and other crafters with an eye for magic and beauty.

Whirling Sting
All of Papiyon's abilities to get close and empower her strikes are useless if the strikes themselves are weak. Luckily, not so; she's quite impressive with her nagamaki. Perhaps not as much as she would be if she were strictly martial; in any competition that completely excludes magic, she's certainly not winning. But with all of her powers and talents factored in, she does a lot of damage, either quickly or over time.

Open Mind, Open Heart
For as kind as Papiyon is, and as committed as she is to emotionally protecting those around her--what good is that if people are so distrustful that they won't even let her? While her natural tendency is to hide how she's feeling, she curbs that as much as she possibly can. A constant flow of honesty is infinitely important, and that flow NEEDS to be two-way.

Always There
Still, even if she does alienate someone, she'll try her best to un-alienate them, regardless if there was any major fault to be had there. Running alongside the sweetness and kindness, Papiyon is nothing if not incredibly forgiving. Not infinitely so, of course, she has her limits just like everyone else does. But unless either you or her does something truly heinous, she'll find a way to make amends.

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Five of the Sky

Righto, throwing my hat into the ring. Feel free to tell me if anything at all is off and I'll fix it as quick as I can, the last thing I want to do is mess stuff up.

Mejiro Tsukiko

Tsukiko

Name

Mejiro Tsukiko (目白月子)

Gender

Female

Age

23

General Physical Description

Small and slim at just over five feet, Tsukiko doesn't quite look her age, and as long as she keeps her head covered, she doesn't stick out in many crowds. Once she takes the hood off, though, she tends to draw attention instead. The most notable piece of her appearance is its sheer paleness. Fair skin, white hair, white eyes, and predisposed to white clothing, she stands out like a lit candle in a dark room, or a thin slice of sunlight through a door held ajar. There always seems to be a faint smile on her face when she's speaking to people, faint and perhaps a bit self-satisfied, like she's thinking of something else far away from her conversation even when she's quite engaged.

But regardless how engaged she is, don't expect her to make eye contact with you, as Tsukiko is entirely blind, and has been her entire life.

Still, most people have no idea. Her other senses compensate for it rather well, even when her magic doesn't, and she's able to function almost the same as a normal person, if not even better at times; she carries herself with confidence, and it doesn't seem to intrude on any combat that may occur at all. In fact, that mysterious smile of hers can carry an implication that even then, she sees more than she's letting on.

And for reasons nobody can fully understand, she seems to always be followed by the heady scent of lilac and lavender.

Role

Lunar Sage, resident mysterious mage

Abilities/Formal Knowledge

Light Magic:
Tsukiko's most powerful and defining trait is her ability to channel and manipulate light. Though sunlight is of course subject to her powers, as a Lunar Sage they grow more potent during the night, waxing and waning with the moon. From weaving light into concrete objects to searing enemies in combat with blasts of silver and gold, this ability is the most notable she has.

Lightsense:
And part and parcel of her light magic is how she's able to move so smoothly despite her blindness: she may not be able to see light, but she can feel it. She's able to create a kind of...3d map in her head by using her magic to feel where light is and isn't. She can't feel color, she can't see patterns; but solely in terms of objects, she essentially has 360 degree vision, at least of a sort, though it can be a bit foggy and imprecise while the sun is up, and of course in places where there's little to no light it grows faint or absent completely.

All that being said, this isn't really a passive thing: she does have to consciously focus in order to utilize it, and if used for too long, it can exhaust her and prompt a recoil of confusion and disorientation afterwards. But it's a powerful tool, to be sure.

Acute Senses:
Along with her lightsensing, Tsukiko has a more pedestrian ability on her side: to compensate for her sight, all of her other senses are quite a bit sharper. She can hear things that other people might not be able to, tell (roughly) what's around her by the way the air moves off of objects, and so on and so forth. This doesn't edge into the supernatural or absurd, of course, but it serves as an excellent early warning system that might prompt her to use her lightsense so she can really tell what's going on.

Sage's Rapport:
While her blindness precludes from doing things like reading, or writing with any degree of precision, she's still a Lunar Sage, which can perhaps open doors for her in places where a Sage of any variety may command a degree of respect.

Personality

Favors

+Sweet:
On the whole, Tsukiko is pretty nice to be around. She's a very kind person at heart and offers it liberally to most everyone around her, even those that may stand in opposition to her. A firm believer in the healing power of a smile, she truly loves people and wants them to be as happy as they can.

+Moral:
In addition to that kindness, Tsukiko is the proud owner of a very powerful moral compass, and believes that all people are basically good, and they only need the chance to show it. Very much chaotic good, she's not one to let laws and strictures get in the way of what she believes to be the right thing to do. Of course, she never breaks the law with impunity, she's not a fool and works within it as long as it's possible. But if her guiding principles overpower the potential consequences, she'll do what she must to meet them.

+Canny:
It may come as a surprise to those that see her smiley exterior or hear her extolling the innate goodness of people, but Tsukiko is quite a shrewd individual and tends to be good at judging how any given scenario may play out, and how best to work within that scenario to reach the outcome she believes to be the best. Such is how she's so good at pursuing her morals alongside the law, even if they may contradict it: she's a good judge of how people think and is skilled at leveraging it.

Disfavors

-Vindictive:
As one who has not uncommonly been assumed as frail, fragile, or uncapable because of her blindness, Tsukiko has developed a bit of a spiteful streak that can come out on occasion. It's not particularly common in everyday life, and she doesn't begrudge people not understanding how her powers work. But if people question her abilities or standing even after she demonstrates that she's perfectly competent, she tends to simmer with suppressed frustration and anger that can boil over at inopportune moments.

-Duplicitous:
Just as she's predisposed to genuine smiles as described, and just as she's good at leveraging social situations to her own ends, she's also rather skilled in in false smiles. She has a tendency to be two-faced, most especially around people she doesn't trust, but occasionally even with her closest friends, and she's good at it. It's a habit she's aware of and struggles to get a handle on, and she often catches herself in the act and corrects it. But even if she's aware of it, it's a habit regardless, and it can cause people to distrust her.

-Self-Righteous:
Another foible that she struggles to control and subsume is her ingrained sense of self-superiority. The dark side to that powerful morality, she has a tendency to naturally assume that she's in the right of a problem. It's not an unbreakable thing; if you prove to her she's wrong, then she'll eat her words with at least some measure of grace. But it can take a bit of doing to convince her she's in the wrong. It's less common these days as she's been mostly successful in downplaying it, but in higher stress situations especially there's still a not unlikely chance it'll rear its head again.

Ambiguities

-+Secretive:
Neither a boon nor a blight upon her character is the simple fact that she tends to speak little about herself. She doesn't speak little overall; while she's not a particularly talkative individual, she's also not excessively reticent. No, this is almost exclusive to talking about herself, especially her history and dreams for the future. That's not to say she point-blank refuses to talk about herself, but rather she tends to move the conversation when it starts to drift to subjects she'd rather not touch on.

Public Knowledge
Tsukiko was born, raised, and trained in the south, and how and why she ended up in the Eastern Region is unknown. Some say that she left out of protest for the incredibly long and powerful dynasty of the Southern Region; some say that she was chased out for speaking out against them; some say that she's a spy sent by them to weaken the East. Whatever the reason, her secretive nature holds strong, and she's not telling anyone (except the spy theory. When that comes up, she denies it without exception).

Lem's Stash

Mejiro Tsukiko

Tsukiko

Name

Mejiro Tsukiko (目黒月子)

Gender

Female

Age

20

General Physical Description

Small and slim at just over five feet, Tsukiko doesn't quite look her age, and as long as she keeps her head covered, she doesn't stick out in many crowds. Once she takes the hood off, though, she tends to draw attention instead. The most notable piece of her appearance is its sheer paleness. Fair skin, white hair, white eyes, and predisposed to white clothing, she stands out like a lit candle in a dark room, or a thin slice of sunlight through a door held ajar. There always seems to be a faint smile on her face when she's speaking to people, faint and perhaps a bit self-satisfied, like she's thinking of something else far away from her conversation even when she's quite engaged.

But regardless how engaged she is, don't expect her to make eye contact with you, as Tsukiko is entirely blind, and has been her entire life.

Still, most people have no idea. Her other senses compensate for it rather well, even when her magic doesn't, and she's able to function almost the same as a normal person, if not even better at times; she carries herself with confidence, and it doesn't seem to intrude on any combat that may occur at all. In fact, that mysterious smile of hers can carry an implication that even then, she sees more than she's letting on.

And for reasons nobody can fully understand, she seems to always be followed by the heady scent of lilac and lavender.

Role

Lunar Sage

Abilities/Formal Knowledge

Light Magic:
Tsukiko's most powerful and defining trait is her ability to channel and manipulate light. Though sunlight is of course subject to her powers, as a Lunar Sage they grow more potent during the night, waxing and waning with the moon. From weaving light into concrete objects to searing enemies in combat with blasts of silver and gold, this ability is the most notable she has.

Lightsense:
And part and parcel of her light magic is how she's able to move so smoothly despite her blindness: she may not be able to see light, but she can feel it. She's able to create a kind of...3d map in her head by using her magic to feel where light is and isn't. She can't feel color, she can't see patterns; but solely in terms of objects, she essentially has 360 degree vision, at least of a sort, though it can be a bit foggy and imprecise while the sun is up, and of course in places where there's little to no light it grows faint or absent completely.

All that being said, this isn't really a passive thing: she does have to consciously focus in order to utilize it, and if used for too long, it can exhaust her and prompt a recoil of confusion and disorientation afterwards. But it's a powerful tool, to be sure.

Acute Senses:
Along with her lightsensing, Tsukiko has a more pedestrian ability on her side: to compensate for her sight, all of her other senses are quite a bit sharper. She can hear things that other people might not be able to, tell (roughly) what's around her by the way the air moves off of objects, and so on and so forth. This doesn't edge into the supernatural or absurd, of course, but it serves as an excellent early warning system that might prompt her to use her lightsense so she can really tell what's going on.

Sage's Rapport:
While her blindness precludes from doing things like reading, or writing with any degree of precision, she's still a Lunar Sage, which can perhaps open doors for her in places where a Sage of any variety may command a degree of respect.

Personality

Favors

+Sweet:
On the whole, Tsukiko is pretty nice to be around. She's a very kind person at heart and offers it liberally to most everyone around her, even those that may stand in opposition to her. A firm believer in the healing power of a smile, she truly loves people and wants them to be as happy as they can.

+Moral:
In addition to that kindness, Tsukiko is the proud owner of a very powerful moral compass, and believes that all people are basically good, and they only need the chance to show it. Very much chaotic good, she's not one to let laws and strictures get in the way of what she believes to be the right thing to do. Of course, she never breaks the law with impunity, she's not a fool and works within it as long as it's possible. But if her guiding principles overpower the potential consequences, she'll do what she must to meet them.

+Canny:
It may come as a surprise to those that see her smiley exterior or hear her extolling the innate goodness of people, but Tsukiko is quite a shrewd individual and tends to be good at judging how any given scenario may play out, and how best to work within that scenario to reach the outcome she believes to be the best. Such is how she's so good at pursuing her morals alongside the law, even if they may contradict it: she's a good judge of how people think and is skilled at leveraging it.

Disfavors

-Vindictive:
As one who has not uncommonly been assumed as frail, fragile, or uncapable because of her blindness, Tsukiko has developed a bit of a spiteful streak that can come out on occasion. It's not particularly common in everyday life, and she doesn't begrudge people not understanding how her powers work. But if people question her abilities or standing even after she demonstrates that she's perfectly competent, she tends to simmer with suppressed frustration and anger that can boil over at inopportune moments.

-Duplicitous:
Just as she's predisposed to genuine smiles as described, and just as she's good at leveraging social situations to her own ends, she's also rather skilled in in false smiles. She has a tendency to be two-faced, most especially around people she doesn't trust, but occasionally even with her closest friends, and she's good at it. It's a habit she's aware of and struggles to get a handle on, and she often catches herself in the act and corrects it. But even if she's aware of it, it's a habit regardless, and it can cause people to distrust her.

-Self-Righteous:
Another foible that she struggles to control and subsume is her ingrained sense of self-superiority. The dark side to that powerful morality, she has a tendency to naturally assume that she's in the right of a problem. It's not an unbreakable thing; if you prove to her she's wrong, then she'll eat her words with at least some measure of grace. But it can take a bit of doing to convince her she's in the wrong. It's less common these days as she's been mostly successful in downplaying it, but in higher stress situations especially there's still a not unlikely chance it'll rear its head again.

Ambiguities

-+Secretive:
Neither a boon nor a blight upon her character is the simple fact that she tends to speak little about herself. She doesn't speak little overall; while she's not a particularly talkative individual, she's also not excessively reticent. No, this is almost exclusive to talking about herself, especially her history and dreams for the future. That's not to say she point-blank refuses to talk about herself, but rather she tends to move the conversation when it starts to drift to subjects she'd rather not touch on.

Public Knowledge
Tsukiko was born, raised, and trained in the south, and how and why she ended up in the Eastern Region is unknown. Some say that she left out of protest for the incredibly long and powerful dynasty of the Southern Region; some say that she was chased out for speaking out against them; some say that she's a spy sent by them to weaken the East. Whatever the reason, her secretive nature holds strong, and she's not telling anyone (except the spy theory. When that comes up, she denies it without exception).

Five of the Sky (A Portal Fantasy Adventure)

Ooh, color me intrigued. Got an idea bubbling for the Soldier, if you'll have me.

Lem's Stash

_______________________________________________ // INFO D A T A Full Name - Meguro Tsukiko Hometown - Aomori, Aomori Prefecture, Japan Quirk Type - Emitter Gender - Femme - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Positive Tsukiko may have been born blind, but she's not going to let it bring her down. Unrelentingly positive in a gentle sort of way, she's always ready to smile. And though her smiles may be a bit quieter than most, they're no less genuine, and she wears them often. Mischievous But when she's not 'doing hero things,' that energy is still there, and it does still have to go somewhere. Aoi is an unrepentant prankster, often leveraging her Quirk to jump around into other students' devices and sticking around for a while to mess with them. She never really wants to cause any real problems with this; she has less than zero interest in blackmailing or coercing or any of that distinctly non-heroic stuff. But while she'd never intentionally hurt you, she can be exremely annoying. Positive Still, for all that irritation she can bring...she can still always be counted on to have a smile on her face. And while her having her grinning at you after she calls your mom through your cell phone without you knowing can be frustrating, having her stepping forward with a grin when things get bad and your backs are to the wall is another thing entirely. Even when playing her pranks, she is ever a font of limitless cheer, just as ready to laugh at herself as she is to laugh at you. She holds no grudges from pranks--turnabout is fair play, after all--and it really takes some doing to pull the smile off her face.

Physical Description Saiba Aoi is...not tall. Standing at a tiny 148cm (more or less 4'10"), she is head and shoulders below several of her classmates, and still significantly shorter than even the other 'short' students. Cornflower blue hair tied in twintails and bright blue eyes frame and sit atop a narrow, pale face that is nearly always sporting a big smile. Her frame is as small as the rest of her and as narrow as her face. Her legs are long (proportionately, at least) and as slender as the rest of her. She is fairly weak as far as appearances go, with relatively undeveloped musculature. Still, though she isn't strong by any means, she's much stronger than she looks. Of course, I would be remiss if I didn't mention the obvious appearance: her legs evaporate into pixels and electricity, and then nothingness, from her mid-shin down. She can't fly or anything, but it does mean she never needs to touch the ground. It must be noticed that with her Quirk fully active--that is to say, with her entire body digitized--she changes appearance slightly on whatever screen she manifests on. Her cornflower blue hair fades to glowing electric blue at the tips, and her blue eyes turn to a bright turquoise-cyan. She gains a few digitized lines on each cheek. Whatever she's wearing or carrying at the time comes with her when she jumps in. Excepting, of course, her phone if she uses it to jump in. While at school she wears her Ishin Academy uniform as per requirements, when she's got the choice to wear something else she is inordinately fond of a tracksuit jacket with hugely oversized sleeves into which her arms just about disappear. Personal History Aoi has always been a computer person. Even when she was a small child, she was endlessly fascinated by them, often spending hours poking at them (and accomplishing nothing, of course, she was a small child after all). Her mother Kimiko, a four-armed programmer, indulged her daughter, let her fiddle around to her heart's content as long as she didn't touch the work stuff. Still, as Aoi grew, she nursed a private worry. Quirks were inherited. But Aoi didn't have four arms like her, and her husband... ...Well, Saiba Ryoutarou was Quirkless. And as Aoi grew and grew, past six, seven, eight, it looked like she might be Quirkless too. And some of the kids at school were starting to notice. So both Kimiko and Aoi were delighted--though Kimiko was deeply confused--to find that Aoi's legs had flickered and faded into pixelated data. And when she proudly walked into the classroom, hand in her pocket with her phone, and fell due to her unfamiliar physiology...she vanished. The class was instantly freaked out, and the teacher, even more so, running over in fear. Until... "Whoaaaa!" Character Arc Perhaps it's not obvious at first glance what's up with Aoi, and where her character development will go. Well, I point you to the above backstory and ask you to consider it. For as cheerful and chipper as Aoi is all the time, she's also burdened down by feelings of inadequacy. Being treated as Quirkless until mid-elementary school, and then being told, however gently, that her Quirk just wasn't cut out of hero work... well, it's left some marks on her psyche. Quirk Description Tsukiko has a particularly powerful utility Quirk known as Hypercognition Full Description A transformation-type Quirk, it allows her to turn her body into computer data. Passively, as mentioned, her legs end mid-calf, and so instead of walking she floats a little ways off the ground. This gives her some advantages, like never needing to touch the ground when she needs to sneak around or if there's something hazardous on the ground, as well as giving her a certain level of controlled descent as long as she's falling feet first. However, it also has a major caveat attached: her legs either being immersed in or deluged with a sufficient amount of water, or being struck with a powerful enough electrical shock, can short her legs out and stop her from 'walking' for anywhere from a few seconds to a handful of minutes as they reboot. They've got a few other properties as well; while she accelerates slower than most, once she's up and running she also runs faster than most, and while she can't jump at all from a standstill, her jump height is dependent on how fast she's going. At her current maximum speed--roundabout sixteen mph--she can jump about four feet in the air. Actively, she can turn herself entirely into data, jumping into a device and working as a rogue computer program of sorts. She can either enter through a data stream that she has access to--i.e. disappearing into the camera network after being recorded by jumping after her recording--or perform a manual override by touching the object. Once she's inside, she can move around the settings and data of the machine as she wishes, pretty much setting the rules inside of whatever device she's in. Pretty much nothing happens that she can't control. She can also jump from device to device as long as there's a stream of data connecting the two that she can use as a pathway, whether that be hopping between computers on the same Wi-Fi network or calling someone from inside of a phone and then hopping along the cell data. That said, this power is certainly not limitless. First, in addition to the limitations of where she can enter a device, she can only leave at a terminal--she can't just jump out of a Wi-Fi signal in the middle of a house, only out of a computer, or phone, or router--and she can't leave instantly at any time. According to her, the dataspace of any given device has an 'exit door' that she needs to get back to before she can leave (although the same is true for riding on signals, it's MUCH faster for her, she can zip along one in less than a second as long as she's paying attention). And while she's immune to physical harm, there are a suite of other things that can spell disaster for her. While she can stop commands to shut a computer or phone down, there's nothing she can do to stop someone from unplugging it, or taking out the battery. If that happens, then as long as the device is off, so is she; in a state of unconsciousness for as long as it takes to turn back on. If access to a network is revoked while she's in a device, whether by unplugging an ethernet cable or having the signal itself shut off (she can turn off airplane mode if it's turned on, so that doesn't do much), she is trapped inside of that device and can't leave until it's either reconnected, or plugged in to a different device manually, after which she can jump up the cable. And finally, and most dangerous: if a device is destroyed and she can't jump out in time, either through not paying attention, or the device being switch off...then it's lights out for her, forever. Description in brief: Passively, Aoi has digitized legs that have different properties than normal people, cutting off some avenues and opening up others. Actively, she can transform into computer data, jumping inside of a terminal. She can travel at internet-fast speeds on Wi-Fi, data cables, or wire connections, but needs to open a channel through cell data by making a call at the moment, and can only travel between devices; she can't jump out midway. If the device she's in is disconnected from all data, she can't exit it. If it's turned off, she goes unconscious until it goes back on. If it's destroyed, she dies.