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Will be scarce from the 26th of December to the 2nd or 3rd of January
8 yrs ago
Family emergency came up. Will be off for a few days.
9 yrs ago
Oh, you know, the usual. Claim a throne, commit genocide, rid the Nine Realms of mewling quims and most importantly...mess with Thor. That always provide unparalleled entertainment.
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Do you think me a fool to shed light on my past, present and future so easily to strangers, you miserable Midgardians? Not even my brother - blundering oaf that he is and more importantly, not blood-related, thank the Allfather for that small mercy - knows everything I have done.
And these few words are all I shall grant to sate your thirst for the unknown. Now if you would excuse me, I have to destroy Jotunheim...again. Because some pests simply REFUSE to surrender and remain dead. Sounds familiar, doesn't it?
@Loki Odinson Interesting character lol, I had a plan I will state for how they die, in fact my starting post was going to include the event, since they all was on the same bus, granted your idea is interesting the entire train thing. Mine was going to be flying off a cliff lol.
Also.. you kind of picked the perfect number with the perfect character lol, wow.
If you want, I can change the dying bit. Also, wow, really? Damn, my luck's good for this one, even though it's an unlucky number lol Edit: So can I move her to the Character tab?
Name: Shin-ha Song Gender: Female Ethnicity: Korean Age: 18 Drawn Number: 13 Appearance: Due to her ethnic background, Shin-ha has wavy, dark brown hair that looks black when not under light which she keeps short, the end of the longest strands falling just shy of the top of her shoulders. She takes after her mother in regards to facial features and lithe body structure. She has high cheekbones and an oval face that ends in a sharp and pointed chin, framed by short side-fringes that are just a little longer than the rest of her hair. Her fairly-even-but-jagged forehead fringe is parted to the left and stops just above her slightly arched eyebrows, high enough not to get into her eyes when she does vigorous activities, or merely tilts her head down. She has a straight nose, thin, firm lips that are faintly pink and a strong jawline, making her more handsome than pretty. Her eyes are gunmetal-blue, staring piercingly out from under heavy-lidded eyelids, giving her a consistently bored look, as though she is always a minute away from dozing off. Her usual outfits consists of sneakers, long-sleeved turtle necked shirts and slacks of blue, grey and purples.
As a yoga-enthusiast, she can add excellent flexibility and muscle control to her physical attributes. Due to her short height and legs, Shin-ha has gotten used to needing to keep pace with people with longer strides than her, thus, her steps are always brisk and purposeful. Not to mention, her posture is ramrod straight no matter if she sits or stands as she wishes to appear taller. Her height is something of a sore spot due to her family members all being a good few inches taller, and her refusal to wear uncomfortable heels just makes her all the smaller compared to her sisters and mother.
Backstory: Nothing much can be said about Shin-ah besides the fact that she is the eldest daughter of the Song family, known in their local area for producing members who excel in a wide variety of chosen field, with not one member going into the same career as another. Her mother, Yona, is an elementary school teacher who married her engineer father, Soo-won. Incensed that their only child would lower himself to marry someone below his status, Soo-won's father refused to allow his son to inherit his fortune, writing him out of the will. He would have had Soo-won disowned was there a second son and not a daughter, but eventually had to settle for chasing him from his sight. Hence, Shin-ah's parents relocated to Yokohama, where she was born a year later.
Although still a member of high Korean society by name, Shin-ah did not grow up amongst wealth originally entitled to one of her status. Instead, with the money in his account, Soo-won established a small mechanics shop catering to vehicles and engines of all kinds. As business steadily increased, Yona advised her husband to expand. When Shin-ah reached the age of eight, her family was doing much better for themselves than they had initially imagined, and Soo-won's sister and her own family was even starting to visit them in Japan. Two years later saw the arrival of her twin younger brothers, Jong-in and Jong-su, whom she absolutely adored.
Years of bliss went by, and before she knew it, she was graduating from elementary school, and was offered a wide variety of high schools to choose from. She picked Issen High even if it was quite a distance away, but decided it was well worth waking up early because they had one of the best science labs available for students' use. It was during her sophomore year of Junior High that Soo-won's mother informed him of his father's passing and his reinstatement as the head of the Song Family. Soo-wno accepted the responsibilities that came with the title, but refused to return to Korea, not when he had established a great life in Yokohama, and achieved in providing a stable living enviornment for him and his family. Instead, he made his mother his proxy in Korea, with his younger sister taking over when his mother, too, passed.
Other than the odd family drama and bouts of mischief from her eight-year-old brothers, her life thus far has been pretty mundane, broken by the weekly lab experiments she opted to undertake in weekend cram school. With her great results in English and Japanese literature, chemistry and biology, her ambition is to be a microbiologist due to her interest with how different organisms work, and of course, maybe discovering more about the world at a molecular level along the way. After her first year in Senior High, she turned down the opportunity to run for a position on the Student Council as she was already busy with running an after-school tutoring session.
Now in her last year of Senior High, her class - as well as a few other classes - celebrated the end of the year, conclusion of their finals and the approach of the holidays by going on a field trip to the countryside. Unfortunately, it was the last field trip she and a few others would ever experience in a world they grew up in, for on their way to the destination, a frak accident involving their bus and an oncoming train occurred.
Personal Info:
Shin-ah has many different aspects to her personality. She is often serious, maintaining a bland expression which can turn into a sharp scowl if faced with something – or someone – she dislikes. As someone who does not like to be under the spotlight, she tries to appear bland and unassuming to make up for her brilliance in her studies. Her average looks, casual clothes that allows her to fade into the sea of youths around her age and mild-mannered speech all contribute greatly in making her seems like an ordinary, boring person. She can often be found in the library or quiet little corners and has the tendency to slip into her native Korean tongue when thoroughly aggravated, frustrated, or is in deep thought and musing aloud.
But unknown to mere acquaintances, she has a humorous side, often displayed in the form of dry or sarcastic comments, especially when hanging around the few people she fully trusts. People on that list includes her immediate family, a few select childhood friends, and a little old lady running the local bakery. Shin-ah only allows herself to be carefree, loud and active when in a place she feels safe, such as her home and her school's science clubroom. She is relatively caring in that while she doesn’t believe in sugar-coating the truth no matter how harsh it may be, she will break the news gently if that person is close to her, or is in visible distress, close to breaking down.
Shin-ah is extremely practical, and strives to be a woman of sound moral principles, and would stand by them no matter what it cost her. She can be stubborn and hard-headed when she believes she is right, and refuses to be convinced otherwise unless the opponent manages to bring sound logic into the argument. Though she has a sharp tongue and has no problems in standing up to others when she is in a temper, Shin-ah is still the type of person who would give others a second chance when they had proven themselves worthy of it. She refrains from judging people by first impression alone, and usually reserves her opinion until she knows them better. While she might be a hard person to offend, she can't stand being belittled, and can get rather competitive, especially if that particular person proves rather challenging. Her temper is a slow simmering fire, not easily coerced to rearing up and retaliate, but the right trigger works like kerosene, making it explosive and abruptly, but dwindles down quickly. The right trigger? Threatening her younger siblings. The older ones can take care of themselves, but the younger were her responsibilities.
Likes: Playing with her brothers, helping around the house, board and card games, learning obscure vocabulary for giggles, action and historical movies/drama Dislikes: Slime, horror/scary movies or atmosphere, worms, brussel sprouts Hobbies: Reading and writing fiction (in English, Korean and Japanese), listening to pop music, playing erhu/niko, doing experiments and observing life under a microscope
@GingerBoi123, @Thecrash20, @Yuuta Allow me some time to get my posts out as I am a slow writer. Also for the latter two, I will be interacting with Crash's character first before I go onto Yuuta's character. So please bear with me because Amon can't be at two places at once, after all. ^-^"
Strolling through the hallways of M.A.N.A's Headquarters, Emory made his way towards the medic bay where the three unconscious youths were located. Occasionally glancing up from his notebook to exchange greeting with the various magic users he passed, Emory absently wondered over the youths who were apparently magic users of some kind despite not having manifested their powers earlier on. How did M.A.N.A miss their presence until recently? Where there more magic users like them out there? It wasn't entirely impossible, despite their resources and intelligence network. The Daemons had started popping out of the woodworks earlier, even if they vanished a short while later.
A slight frown had worked its way between his brows by the time he stopped outside the doorway of the infirmary, and he willed his bad mood away, replacing it with calm and serenity. What he was about to tell these three youths was not going to be pleasant and will definitely be hard to accept, especially by people who had no idea magic was a prominent force within their world. He felt bad for the fact that he will be turning their world upside down, but he had no choice. They had to know, or else they would die.
"Kitty. Theo. Thank you for standing watch over them." Emory said as he entered the room, pulling up a chair opposite the beds and settling gracefully into it. The hand not holding his notebook rose in an inviting gesture meant to compose everyone who was awake and demanding answers. "Please, return to your beds. While you may feel well enough to be up and about, I suggest you rest for another couple of hours. Also, you might wish to be sitting for the news I have next. Trust me...or don't. But your future might depend on it, as cheesy as it sounds."
There was another soft murmur, causing Emory to crane his neck a little to peer at one of the beds near the end. "Ah, welcome back to the world of the living, young Atlas. There is much we need to catch you up on, too."
At the back of his mind, Emory was starting to feel a headache coming on. Wasn't it just his luck that everyone decides to wake up when the Leader was absent? Being an assistant didn't mean he could be heaped with everything else his boss didn't feel like dealing with, dammit all.
Left hand tucked into the pocket of his slacks, Wrath reached up with his right to loosen the tie at his neck. He paused for moment, then decided to just be rid of it. It was bad enough he needed to endure working in a human-infested environment, caged in his human form for hours on end, and denied the chance to bring havoc down on the puny critters. Sure, he could still intice some of the more corrupted humans around the city to fall even further to darkness in his human form, but it didn't quite have the same satisfaction nor effect. As his mood darkened again and anger stirred within his heart, the skin on his left forearm tingled in warning. With considerable effort, he reigned his temper in even as he contemplated breaking the seal by reverting fully to his daemon form. The pain doing so brought would be nothing once he killed a handful of people. But that would be going against orders. He had been ordered to control himself until the time came but four years of doing nothing significant was wearing down on his patience.
His disgruntlement abruptly took a backseat when he caught the scent of familiar magic. Stopping dead in his tracks, he cocked his head slightly, listening intently to the sounds in the air and feeling the vibrations traveling through the ground. Quick as a snake, he snagged a piece of paper that came close enough, rubbing it between his fingers to feel the glossy sheet.
"Excuse me. Could you tell me what it says on here?" Wrath asked the first passerby, holding the paper our before him with two fingers.
"What. Are you illiterate?" The woman scoffed, making to move away.
"If this was in Braille, I wouldn't need to bother you." He shot back scathingly, lifting his sunglasses slightly to reveal glassy, distant eyes.
The woman paused, then snapped, "It's an advertisement for a host club just a few minutes walk from here. You know the one with that power-shaped symbol?" before walking away.
Wrath dropped the flier, a wide grin stretching across his face. He must have looked like a loon, grinning and laughing maniacally as he headed for the club, but he didn't care. Apparently it was time. It didn't take long to reach the club, and Wrath shoved the door open, sauntering in and feeling around the place for Cinia.
The loud crash that sounded when Buck made the deliberate choice to fall onto the table return Ezio's attention to the guy. Admittedly, he had momentarily dismissed the other's presence at the arrival of the three Heads. The gentlemanly thing to do would be apologise for the slight, but Buck had already moved away. Well, less move, more fell. While his armour protected the man from injuring his spine or something, the sheer gracelessness of the action still made Ezio cringe. Granted, he should stop expecting soldiers to act like Assassins. They were from vastly different worlds, and clearly staying put at heights without a decent perch wasn't in their training. Nevertheless, the armoured man had moved with effortless grace when on the ground. Buck's willingness to shoulder the blame for this fight and legitimate question for the reason behind their gathering was interspersed with the arrival of two newcomers, one of which was the legend Bandicoot. By the gods, this was getting more serious by the minute if they were pulling in legends left, right and center.
From his spot, Ezio kept watch as Quina - ever friendly and eager to make new acquaintances - wandered over to the girl with green-tinged skin, webbed feet and ears shaped like a fish's fin. Something changed hands, and predictably disappeared into Quina's mouth. Their voices weren't exactly loud, but the reception hall was quiet enough for it to travel to his ears, soft as it may be. Any words he didn't hear was figured out by the context of what he managed to grasp, although Quina's unusual wordings made the conversation slightly difficult to follow. Which was why he figured hearing his name from the little being in chef's clothes was a fluke. Until the one who introduced herself as Naija repeated his name. Crossing his arms, he wondered if introducing himself was worth the risk of drawing any of the Head's eyes, then abruptly dashed that thought aside, because surely none of them would be kicked out over a mock fight.
Decision made, Ezio leaped two beams over until he came across a pillar. Then he hooked his fingertips on the ledge, judged the distance between this ledge and the one mid-way up the pillar before letting go. A second later, he gripped the lower ledge to halt his descent, then let go completely to hit the floor, landing on the balls of his feet to soften the impact. Picking his way carefully through the dirty floor, neatly avoiding clumps and patches of unidentifiable objects, he snagged two plates with a miraculously still intact chocolate pudding. Stopping beside Quina, he handed a plate to him/her.
"Here, Quina. For your earlier efforts. And also I think meal time is at a close, so might as well eat while you still can, hmm?" Ezio smiled and was about to throw a wink when he paused, again realising his cowl was still up. Oh well, leave it up. The other plate was handed over to Naija. "The same goes for you, signorina. And a pleasure to meet you. If you haven't already guessed, I am Ezio."
▸ B I R T H N A M E : | Lynwen Lai ▸ N I C K N A M E / A L I A S : | Lyn ▸ G E N D E R : | Female ▸ A G E : | 17 ▸ H E I G H T : | 5' 5" ▸ W E I G H T : | 111.2 lbs ▸ E T H N I C I T Y : | Taiwanese ▸ Y E A R : | Freshman
▼ | P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N : |
Due to her ethnic background, Lynwen has wavy, dark brown hair that looks black when not under light which she keeps short in a messy bob-cut, the end of the longest strands falling just shy of the top of her shoulders. She takes after her mother in regards to facial features and lithe body structure. She has high cheekbones and an oval face that ends in a sharp and pointed chin, framed by short side-fringes that are just a little longer than the rest of her hair. Her fairly-even-but-jagged forehead fringe is parted to the left and stops just above her slightly arched eyebrows, high enough not to get into her eyes when she does vigorous activities, or merely tilts her head down. She has a straight nose, thin, firm lips that are faintly pink and a strong jawline, making her more handsome than pretty. Her eyes are gunmetal-blue, staring piercingly out from under heavy-lidded eyelids, giving her a consistently bored look, as though she is always a minute away from dozing off. Her usual outfits consists of sneakers, long-sleeved turtle necked shirts and slacks of blue, grey and purples.
As a yoga-enthusiast, she can add excellent flexibility and muscle control to her physical attributes. Due to her short height and legs, Lynwen has gotten used to needing to keep pace with people with longer strides than her, thus, her steps are always brisk and purposeful. Not to mention, her posture is ramrod straight no matter if she sits or stands as she wishes to appear taller. Her height is something of a sore spot due to her family members all being a good few inches taller, and her refusal to wear uncomfortable heels just makes her all the smaller compared to her sisters and mother.
⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷
▼ | P E R S O N A L I T Y : |
Lynwen has many different aspects to her personality. She is often serious, maintaining a bland expression which can turn into a sharp scowl if faced with something – or someone – she dislikes. As a member of a small, tight-knit community, her status as a person with abilities is sort of an open secret in that everyone knows, but no one mentions is aloud, even if they do keep a close eye on her. Thus, she tries to appear bland and unassuming. Her average looks, casual clothes that allows her to fade into the sea of youths around her age and mild-mannered speech all contribute greatly in making her seems like an ordinary, boring person.
But unknown to mere acquaintances, she has a humorous side, often displayed in the form of dry or sarcastic comments, especially when hanging around the few people she fully trusts – those with abilities or otherwise. People on that list includes her immediate family, a few select childhood friends, and a little old lady running the local bakery. Lynwen only allows herself to be carefree, loud and active when in a place she feels safe, such as her home and her university’s club room for metahumans. She is relatively caring in that while she doesn’t believe in sugar-coating the truth no matter how harsh it may be, she will break the news gently if that person is close to her, or is in visible distress, close to breaking down.
Lynwen is extremely practical, and strives to be a woman of sound moral principles, and would stand by them no matter what it cost her. She can be stubborn and hard-headed when she believes she is right, and refuses to be convinced otherwise unless the opponent manages to bring sound logic into the argument. Though she has a sharp tongue and has no problems in standing up to others when she is in a temper, Lynwen is still the type of person who would give others a second chance when they had proven themselves worthy of it. She refrains from judging people by first impression alone, and usually reserves her opinion until she knows them better. While she might be a hard person to offend, she can't stand being belittled, and can get rather competitive, especially if that particular person proves rather challenging. Her temper is a slow simmering fire, not easily coerced to rearing up and retaliate, but the right trigger works like kerosene, making it explosive and abruptly, but dwindles down quickly. The right trigger? Threatening her younger siblings. The older ones can take care of themselves, but the younger were her responsibilities.
▼ | B A C K S T O R Y : |
Born in the small Dajia District in Taichung, Taiwan, Lynwen is the eldest daughter in a family of seven, and the third eldest child. She was there for the birth of every younger sibling after her, and thus grew rather attached to each of them, annoying as they can get at times. Her two oldest brothers were six and ten years older respectively, meaning that they were able to finish school and move on with their lives even before she entered high school. Her oldest brother left to join the army, sending home electronic emails every now and then. It was during his third year in the army did he discover he was a metahuman, or more accurately, his team discovered it when he deflected a misfired energy beam. The army kept him on and continued to do so when he proved that he wasn’t going to get a big-head and go on a rampage. Lynwen’s family decided to keep this a secret to themselves.
Unfortunately for Lynwen, a little incident involving her youngest sister and a school bully turned into something more when her anger reached boiling point, and purple wisps started to gather around her hands as her emotions grew. She didn’t notice it at first, and only when her fervent wish of punting the bully into the nearby river caused a portal to open beneath his feet and another to open above the river that she eventually realised. But it was too late for her to will them close, for the boy dropped through the entrance and out the exit, splashing into the river before anyone could move. As her abilities surfaced before she could finish high school, it meant she couldn’t leave the town and had to face the stigma of being the second openly known metahuman in Dajia, which wouldn’t have been so bad if the first hadn’t gleefully used his powers to wreak havoc. But the people of the District were realistic, if nothing else. So while they judged her each time she passed their sight, they knew not to discriminate against until she did something truly drastic.
With two years of high school left and not wanting her studies to be affected just because her genetic makeup was a little different, Lynwen began to take advantage of her assuming looks and swapped her normally brightly coloured clothes for something more sombre and generic. She also took to wearing long-sleeves so no one will see the faint traces of purple wisps that sometimes linger for hours after she practiced her abilities at home. Already having experienced one metahuman in the family, the appearance of another didn’t really faze them, and for that, Lynwen couldn’t be more grateful. With this change as well as not using her abilities in public again, people start to relax around her again. ‘Far from sight, far from mind’, after all. The two years passed quickly and peacefully, and when the next summer came around, Lynwen was studying abroad in Australia, taking an undergraduate course in Environmental Science at the University of Queensland.
There, they had a special club room built for metahumans where they could just hang out, make friends and test their abilities against each other in good fun. Slowly, she began to relax and display her powers in public again. Well, semi-public, in this case. It was during the final week of her first year that a representative of ‘The Promise’ contacted her, offering her a place in the Academy, where she can learn to better control her abilities as well as finish her degree. Seeing the chance as something too good to pass up, she told her family about the offer, accepting it with their support. This would be her first year aboard ‘The Promise’, and she is looking forward to see what this institution can offer.
⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷
▼ | P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N : |
Dimensional/Spatial manipulation
▼ | P O W E R D E S C R I P T I O N : |
Lynwen possesses the ability to create a teleportation vacuum in which multiple people or objects can enter at the same time and deposited anywhere of her own choosing. The portals do not need a required space or surface to be create upon as it can be opened anywhere, even in mid-air. She can close this portal at will, and anything that does not exit the vacuum as it closes will be cut off from this dimension, supposedly forever as she has never tried to find out. It can be used for defensive purposes, for example, she can confuse and disorient people by forcibly dropping them into a portal, teleporting them away from their intended destination. Or it can be used to transfer projectiles/beams/objects away from their intended target and send them elsewhere. It is much easier and quicker for her to open portals where she can see it. In cases of long distance transport, she has to visualise it before opening the portal to deposit the people/objects currently in her portals.
▼ | L I M I T S | W E A K N E S S E S : |
Limit 1: The size of the portal she can open currently is the size of an average human. Limit 2: She needs an entry and an exit portal currently, however, as her powers grow with her concentration and mental fortitude, she will no longer need to open an exit portal at the place she wishes the person/thing to exit at. Weakness 1: She can only open two portals at a time max, one entry and one exit. Weakness 2: The length of time she can open portals is directly linked to her stamina and endurance as it saps her energy each second the portal is held open for. She can hold it open for ten seconds, and is able to push it to fifteen at the cost of waking up with a sore body and a migraine. Another two results in bleeding nose and unconsciousness. Any further and death is very likely.
⫸ O T H E R ⫷
1) If the object does not distort space-time sufficiently around it (e.g. it is not moving at a sufficient percentage of C or if it is not of significant enough mass) then the distortion of space-time around it would not be able to overcome the integrity of the space-time "hole" of the portal, and the area of the object that fits inside the portal will be teleported while the outside that does not fit in will continue onwards. 2) Since the portal is not a solid manifestation but a manipulation of space-time, one cannot grab onto the edge of they miss falling into the portal, or they fall into the portal against their will. 3) It is easy to tell when Lynwen is using/has been using her powers, as her hands, wrist and lower forearms are covered in dark purple wisps of energy identical to the dark purple outlines of her portals.
▸ B I R T H N A M E : | Lynwen Lai ▸ N I C K N A M E / A L I A S : | Lyn ▸ G E N D E R : | Female ▸ A G E : | 17 ▸ H E I G H T : | 5' 5" ▸ W E I G H T : | 111.2 lbs ▸ E T H N I C I T Y : | Taiwanese ▸ Y E A R : | Freshman
▼ | P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N : |
Due to her ethnic background, Lynwen has wavy, dark brown hair that looks black when not under light which she keeps short in a messy bob-cut, the end of the longest strands falling just shy of the top of her shoulders. She takes after her mother in regards to facial features and lithe body structure. She has high cheekbones and an oval face that ends in a sharp and pointed chin, framed by short side-fringes that are just a little longer than the rest of her hair. Her fairly-even-but-jagged forehead fringe is parted to the left and stops just above her slightly arched eyebrows, high enough not to get into her eyes when she does vigorous activities, or merely tilts her head down. She has a straight nose, thin, firm lips that are faintly pink and a strong jawline, making her more handsome than pretty. Her eyes are gunmetal-blue, staring piercingly out from under heavy-lidded eyelids, giving her a consistently bored look, as though she is always a minute away from dozing off. Her usual outfits consists of sneakers, long-sleeved turtle necked shirts and slacks of blue, grey and purples.
As a yoga-enthusiast, she can add excellent flexibility and muscle control to her physical attributes. Due to her short height and legs, Lynwen has gotten used to needing to keep pace with people with longer strides than her, thus, her steps are always brisk and purposeful. Not to mention, her posture is ramrod straight no matter if she sits or stands as she wishes to appear taller. Her height is something of a sore spot due to her family members all being a good few inches taller, and her refusal to wear uncomfortable heels just makes her all the smaller compared to her sisters and mother.
⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷
▼ | P E R S O N A L I T Y : |
Lynwen has many different aspects to her personality. She is often serious, maintaining a bland expression which can turn into a sharp scowl if faced with something – or someone – she dislikes. As a member of a small, tight-knit community, her status as a person with abilities is sort of an open secret in that everyone knows, but no one mentions is aloud, even if they do keep a close eye on her. Thus, she tries to appear bland and unassuming. Her average looks, casual clothes that allows her to fade into the sea of youths around her age and mild-mannered speech all contribute greatly in making her seems like an ordinary, boring person.
But unknown to mere acquaintances, she has a humorous side, often displayed in the form of dry or sarcastic comments, especially when hanging around the few people she fully trusts – those with abilities or otherwise. People on that list includes her immediate family, a few select childhood friends, and a little old lady running the local bakery. Lynwen only allows herself to be carefree, loud and active when in a place she feels safe, such as her home and her university’s club room for metahumans. She is relatively caring in that while she doesn’t believe in sugar-coating the truth no matter how harsh it may be, she will break the news gently if that person is close to her, or is in visible distress, close to breaking down.
Lynwen is extremely practical, and strives to be a woman of sound moral principles, and would stand by them no matter what it cost her. She can be stubborn and hard-headed when she believes she is right, and refuses to be convinced otherwise unless the opponent manages to bring sound logic into the argument. Though she has a sharp tongue and has no problems in standing up to others when she is in a temper, Lynwen is still the type of person who would give others a second chance when they had proven themselves worthy of it. She refrains from judging people by first impression alone, and usually reserves her opinion until she knows them better. While she might be a hard person to offend, she can't stand being belittled, and can get rather competitive, especially if that particular person proves rather challenging. Her temper is a slow simmering fire, not easily coerced to rearing up and retaliate, but the right trigger works like kerosene, making it explosive and abruptly, but dwindles down quickly. The right trigger? Threatening her younger siblings. The older ones can take care of themselves, but the younger were her responsibilities.
▼ | B A C K S T O R Y : |
Born in the small Dajia District in Taichung, Taiwan, Lynwen is the eldest daughter in a family of seven, and the third eldest child. She was there for the birth of every younger sibling after her, and thus grew rather attached to each of them, annoying as they can get at times. Her two oldest brothers were six and ten years older respectively, meaning that they were able to finish school and move on with their lives even before she entered high school. Her oldest brother left to join the army, sending home electronic emails every now and then. It was during his third year in the army did he discover he was a metahuman, or more accurately, his team discovered it when he deflected a misfired energy beam. The army kept him on and continued to do so when he proved that he wasn’t going to get a big-head and go on a rampage. Lynwen’s family decided to keep this a secret to themselves.
Unfortunately for Lynwen, a little incident involving her youngest sister and a school bully turned into something more when her anger reached boiling point, and purple wisps started to gather around her hands as her emotions grew. She didn’t notice it at first, and only when her fervent wish of punting the bully into the nearby river caused a portal to open beneath his feet and another to open above the river that she eventually realised. But it was too late for her to will them close, for the boy dropped through the entrance and out the exit, splashing into the river before anyone could move. As her abilities surfaced before she could finish high school, it meant she couldn’t leave the town and had to face the stigma of being the second openly known metahuman in Dajia, which wouldn’t have been so bad if the first hadn’t gleefully used his powers to wreak havoc. But the people of the District were realistic, if nothing else. So while they judged her each time she passed their sight, they knew not to discriminate against until she did something truly drastic.
With two years of high school left and not wanting her studies to be affected just because her genetic makeup was a little different, Lynwen began to take advantage of her assuming looks and swapped her normally brightly coloured clothes for something more sombre and generic. She also took to wearing long-sleeves so no one will see the faint traces of purple wisps that sometimes linger for hours after she practiced her abilities at home. Already having experienced one metahuman in the family, the appearance of another didn’t really faze them, and for that, Lynwen couldn’t be more grateful. With this change as well as not using her abilities in public again, people start to relax around her again. ‘Far from sight, far from mind’, after all. The two years passed quickly and peacefully, and when the next summer came around, Lynwen was studying abroad in Australia, taking an undergraduate course in Environmental Science at the University of Queensland.
There, they had a special club room built for metahumans where they could just hang out, make friends and test their abilities against each other in good fun. Slowly, she began to relax and display her powers in public again. Well, semi-public, in this case. It was during the final week of her first year that a representative of ‘The Promise’ contacted her, offering her a place in the Academy, where she can learn to better control her abilities as well as finish her degree. Seeing the chance as something too good to pass up, she told her family about the offer, accepting it with their support. This would be her first year aboard ‘The Promise’, and she is looking forward to see what this institution can offer.
⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷
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Dimensional/Spatial manipulation
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Lynwen possesses the ability to create a teleportation vacuum in which multiple people or objects can enter at the same time and deposited anywhere of her own choosing. The portals do not need a required space or surface to be create upon as it can be opened anywhere, even in mid-air. She can close this portal at will, and anything that does not exit the vacuum as it closes will be cut off from this dimension, supposedly forever as she has never tried to find out. It can be used for defensive purposes, for example, she can confuse and disorient people by forcibly dropping them into a portal, teleporting them away from their intended destination. Or it can be used to transfer projectiles/beams/objects away from their intended target and send them elsewhere. It is much easier and quicker for her to open portals where she can see it. In cases of long distance transport, she has to visualise it before opening the portal to deposit the people/objects currently in her portals.
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Limit 1: The size of the portal she can open currently is the size of an average human. Limit 2: She needs an entry and an exit portal currently, however, as her powers grow with her concentration and mental fortitude, she will no longer need to open an exit portal at the place she wishes the person/thing to exit at. Weakness 1: She can only open two portals at a time max, one entry and one exit. Weakness 2: The length of time she can open portals is directly linked to her stamina and endurance as it saps her energy each second the portal is held open for. She can hold it open for ten seconds, and is able to push it to fifteen at the cost of waking up with a sore body and a migraine. Another two results in bleeding nose and unconsciousness. Any further and death is very likely.
⫸ O T H E R ⫷
1) If the object does not distort space-time sufficiently around it (e.g. it is not moving at a sufficient percentage of C or if it is not of significant enough mass) then the distortion of space-time around it would not be able to overcome the integrity of the space-time "hole" of the portal, and the area of the object that fits inside the portal will be teleported while the outside that does not fit in will continue onwards. 2) Since the portal is not a solid manifestation but a manipulation of space-time, one cannot grab onto the edge of they miss falling into the portal, or they fall into the portal against their will. 3) It is easy to tell when Lynwen is using/has been using her powers, as her hands, wrist and lower forearms are covered in dark purple wisps of energy identical to the dark purple outlines of her portals.
Do you think me a fool to shed light on my past, present and future so easily to strangers, you miserable Midgardians? Not even my brother - blundering oaf that he is and more importantly, [u]not blood-related[/u], thank the Allfather for that small mercy - knows everything I have done.
And these few words are all I shall grant to sate your thirst for the unknown. Now if you would excuse me, I have to destroy Jotunheim...again. Because some pests simply REFUSE to surrender and remain dead. Sounds familiar, doesn't it?
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Do you think me a fool to shed light on my past, present and future so easily to strangers, you miserable Midgardians? Not even my brother - blundering oaf that he is and more importantly, <span class="bb-u">not blood-related</span>, thank the Allfather for that small mercy - knows everything I have done. <br><br>And these few words are all I shall grant to sate your thirst for the unknown. Now if you would excuse me, I have to destroy Jotunheim...again. Because some pests simply REFUSE to surrender and remain dead. Sounds familiar, doesn't it?</div>
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