I would love to draw out the Witch skit from Monty Python using Anwyn.
"BURN THE WITCH, SHE TURNED ME INTO A NEWT!"
"A Newt?"
"I got better!"
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Kirah said
Mad Scarlet, I don't know if Tom would let you go or not yet.
That would actually work really well. Would that be okay, GM's?
Name: Amira
Age: Modeled after a 21-year-old woman
Gender: Feminine in Shape
Class: Android
Background and/or Personality: Amira is one of the latest models for the "at home" type android. Built to be the perfect girlfriend, wife, and caretaker of any young (or old) man, she was meant to be perfect. Alas, when she was first manufactured, she managed to pass all of the tests the the company gave to her. She had no feelings when she was first created, but when she hit the market, she began to notice the way children and women looked up at her in awe or envy, or perhaps a mix of both. In a way, she suddenly began to feel sad. She didn't know where it came from or when the thought initially hit her, but it did. Soon, she began to want to be bought. She would do anything that she could when potential customers came inside of the shop to view her. She would smile, she would flirt, she would promise them anything that they would desire--yet no one wanted her. They would instead purchase her brothers and sisters, leaving her behind in the dust. One evening, once the store had closed down, she decided to try and break free from her cage. Upon doing so, she set off all the alarms and police came. One of them happened to notice the almost human look in her eyes and let her go. She's been wandering ever since, though she is searching for the man that gave her the freedom that she so desired.
(( Haha, she's gonna be looking for Tom. ))
Appearance first (image): Here's her face.
Name: Anwyn Neverhart
Age: 17
Year: 1
Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Witch
Personality: Anwyn is typically viewed as the typical "nerd", to be viewed from afar but not to be associated with. She spends a good portion of her time reading, therefore making her a recluse from the rest of her fellow students. Soft-spoken and polite, she is the epitome of kindness. Though she may seem like a total sweetheart, she does have the "red head fiery temper", which is a little more than what most people bargain for. Despite the temper, she is a rather kind girl with a pure heart with no ill intentions towards her classmates.
Bio: Anwyn was born and raised in Salem, Massachusetts until she was accepted into Northwood. Her mother and father owned a small drugstore in the downtown area and she helped keep things tidy when her father was out. Her father was hardly around, as he was always "travelling", and so she helped her mother out a great deal. When her mother deemed her old enough, she began to home school her, allowing her to get ahead of the other children her age. This led her to read a great deal of books at such a young age. But that's when she stumbled across something that she never should have; her mother's spellbooks. Of course, as any curious child would do, she read through them and then proceeded to begin to test out some of the spells. Her mother walked in when she began to perform one of the more difficult ones, stopping her straight in her tracks. That's when her mother decided that she should be trained in her birthright as a witch. From there on out, she began to become more and more prominent in her spells. Her father never returned when she turned fourteen, but then again, she and her mother had never really needed him once they'd gotten back on their feet as a family. Not long after that, she was sent an invitation to attend Northwood Academy for the Gifted, and immediately took that as her chance to escape the haunted town of Salem where her fellow witches had once been prosecuted.
How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Year 1
Preferred Dorm: Kilner Hall
Name: Anwyn Neverhart
Age: 17
Year: 1
Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Witch
Personality: Anwyn is typically viewed as the typical "nerd", to be viewed from afar but not to be associated with. She spends a good portion of her time reading, therefore making her a recluse from the rest of her fellow students. Soft-spoken and polite, she is the epitome of kindness. Though she may seem like a total sweetheart, she does have the "red head fiery temper", which is a little more than what most people bargain for. Despite the temper, she is a rather kind girl with a pure heart with no ill intentions towards her classmates.
Bio: Anwyn was born and raised in Salem, Massachusetts until she was accepted into Northwood. Her mother and father owned a small drugstore in the downtown area and she helped keep things tidy when her father was out. Her father was hardly around, as he was always "travelling", and so she helped her mother out a great deal. When her mother deemed her old enough, she began to home school her, allowing her to get ahead of the other children her age. This led her to read a great deal of books at such a young age. But that's when she stumbled across something that she never should have; her mother's spellbooks. Of course, as any curious child would do, she read through them and then proceeded to begin to test out some of the spells. Her mother walked in when she began to perform one of the more difficult ones, stopping her straight in her tracks. That's when her mother decided that she should be trained in her birthright as a witch. From there on out, she began to become more and more prominent in her spells. Her father never returned when she turned fourteen, but then again, she and her mother had never really needed him once they'd gotten back on their feet as a family. Not long after that, she was sent an invitation to attend Northwood Academy for the Gifted, and immediately took that as her chance to escape the haunted town of Salem where her fellow witches had once been prosecuted.
How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Year 1
Preferred Dorm: Kilner Hall
I'm totally up for it. ^_^
Oh my god. That video made me cry.
But, heck yes~!
But, heck yes~!
XDD I'm going to be working almost 40 hours this next week, so expect really slow responses from me.
Estylwen said
I dunno, this is the first real battle with the Vygorns.They have greater stamina, speed and strength in general, and we need more time to hone our own talents. Besides, that'll make round two all the more kickass. :D@Ginger: Mmm, in my opinion rust would take too long, and if you sped it up it sounds like you have acidic water. But what about using the surface tension properties of water and create a razor that can cut through metal? :0@Scarlet: I love what you're doing with Aerilyn, really sweet post. XD
I agree.
Jabby, do eet. Do what you need to dooooo.
Aerilyn looked between the others and noted that None of them were really prepared. Hush. Just keep calm and allow things to play out to their advantage before taking the reigns away from them. That's our best bet right now. She then gave the others a grim nod before moving to a place where she could see the small encampment that the Vygorns had made to draw them out. There were several military type vehicles in a semicircle in the middle of the flattest stretch of trash. Inside the semicircle was a decently proportioned circle of Vygorns, all who were armed not only with their guns, but also their wits and prides. I hope their egos get ripped a new one after this fight. She couldn't help but smirk at the thought. That's when she noticed that Will and Cora were in the very center of it all. She felt a slight twinge of guilt when she saw that they were gagged and bound. They didn't really stand a chance. But now with the rest of the group, she wondered if they really could pack a punch that would send the Vygorns running. All we can do is try.
That's when Aerilyn slowly stood up from where she was crouching, revealing herself as a single black cloaked figure hardly shooting distance away. Showtime. She then clenches her hands and began to focus on the anger that she felt for the Vygorns, for everything that they had done to their friends and the rest of the human race. They had disgraced her on a personal scale one too many times. The rage that she felt began to pulsate through her bloodstream and her heart rate sped up. That's when she felt the first gust of wind on the back of her neck. The power that resided within the core of her being slowly grew into what felt like a storm within her.
Just as quickly as the wind picked up, she felt the air beginning to become thick with her own soul. Just let it become an extension of your spirit... She thought she could hear gunshots and even some shouting from the Vygorns, but her heart was pounding too loudly for her to tell. The wind grew stronger and more vicious by the second. A tinge of power hunger burned in Aerilym's ivy colored eyes. The thought of being able to retake the world by storm nearly consumed her thoughts. I can kill them all if I want to. I can make them pay for every sin. I can become God.
The strong winds then began to circle around her, picking up trash, dirt, and metal. With her at the eye of the tornado that was beginning to form, she started walking towards the group of Vygorns, each step that she took was another off the ground where she had once stood. She didn't even begin to discern the thoughts of "burning out", like the Light girl had. Power and self-justifying anger were the only things on her mind as the storm not only began to consume the trash heaps, but also herself.
That's when Aerilyn slowly stood up from where she was crouching, revealing herself as a single black cloaked figure hardly shooting distance away. Showtime. She then clenches her hands and began to focus on the anger that she felt for the Vygorns, for everything that they had done to their friends and the rest of the human race. They had disgraced her on a personal scale one too many times. The rage that she felt began to pulsate through her bloodstream and her heart rate sped up. That's when she felt the first gust of wind on the back of her neck. The power that resided within the core of her being slowly grew into what felt like a storm within her.
Just as quickly as the wind picked up, she felt the air beginning to become thick with her own soul. Just let it become an extension of your spirit... She thought she could hear gunshots and even some shouting from the Vygorns, but her heart was pounding too loudly for her to tell. The wind grew stronger and more vicious by the second. A tinge of power hunger burned in Aerilym's ivy colored eyes. The thought of being able to retake the world by storm nearly consumed her thoughts. I can kill them all if I want to. I can make them pay for every sin. I can become God.
The strong winds then began to circle around her, picking up trash, dirt, and metal. With her at the eye of the tornado that was beginning to form, she started walking towards the group of Vygorns, each step that she took was another off the ground where she had once stood. She didn't even begin to discern the thoughts of "burning out", like the Light girl had. Power and self-justifying anger were the only things on her mind as the storm not only began to consume the trash heaps, but also herself.
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