Meridian

Katawa Shoujo ~ Disability Girls ~ All Genders Welcome (Reboot)

I'm interested.

The Greek Civil War

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!! @Meridian IS A SDP FAN!!! IM DYING!

@Wintergrey

O.o I... I don't know who those people (person? What is it?) are. (/-\)

@Knight of Doom
That's the nature of Stygian iron, I think. Can I keep it as long as I don't use it all the time? Like, rarely. I'll equip her with knives (Celestial gold) that she uses more often. Is that okay?

From Goblins to Gods

Tamarin looked to the edge of the cave. There was the green that he'd seen! Lots of it, everywhere. And when he looked up outside it, there was the sky. Tamarin wanted to run and touch all the plants, almost forgetting about hunting when one goblin spoke up. Did he want to hunt with the light goblin? He didn't really know how he felt about hunting alone. It would probably be hard, and he only had a vague idea of what to do. So maybe hunting with another goblin might be a good idea. "I will hunt with you!" Tamarin said, his voice high pitched and scratchy. He noticed rather proudly that speech wasn't too hard for him. He formed the words fairly easily.

"How to hunt?" He asked. "Stick? Stone?" He pondered aloud. Stones sounded like a good idea. Maybe if he threw one at a rabbit it would fall down and he could keep hitting it until it wouldn't run away. He hobbled over to the walls of the cave and picked up two stones, one in each hand. "Stone!" He announced. "Now we hunt." He looked at the light green goblin expectantly.

From Goblins to Gods

@Jangel13 Tamarin got it wrong, not me, don't worry ^^

The Greek Civil War

Name(First and Last): Dante Elena Guerrez

Age: 17

Gender: Female

# Of Years You've Attended CHB: 3

Godly Parent: Hades

Which Side You're On: Neutral

Appearance:

Dante usually wears a black hoodie over her orange CHB tee, black shorts and black combat boots. She, much to her chagrin, is pretty short, coming to about 5"4.
Skills: Dante is a terrible archer and a poor fistfighter when she doesn't have access to her shadow travel. Her weapon of choice is her Stygian sword, which has the ability to drain it's victim's essence with just a scratch. The sword is about three feet long, and has a menacing presence. Dante rarely uses it though because it's so overpowered, and prefers her Celestial gold knives. She's bad at aiming things in general, so it not very good with throwing things either. She is a fast runner, although not as fast as a Hermes kid.

Powers:
Umbrakinesis- She can control shadows and darkness, and is a highly proficient shadow traveller, using any spot of darkness available to her advantage in a fight. She can also travel fairly long distances without too much trouble.

Cryokinesis- She can control the cold and mists to a limited extent. Not a very useful ability, but she likes cold weather.

Control of the dead- Dante can summon ghosts and other denizens of the Underworld to talk to her, although they don't always do her bidding. She can also summon a few skeletons at a time for a fight.

Personality: Dante doesn't seem to be very approachable. She's very competitive, and extremely stubborn when she knows she's right. She's sarcastic and easily irritated, by others and by her own failure at anything. Even so, she doesn't hold a grudge and when she laughs, laughs long and loud.

History: Dante's mother, Solana Guerrez was a skilled stock broker, making millions of dollars a year, trading in gold and other precious gems. She was ambitious and loved her work, but her main love was beautiful objects. She loved diamonds, garnets, any precious rock. She had a knack for finding and evaluating these things, which was her passion. This pure adoration for earth's riches attracted Hades, although it was a one night stand. He was fascinated, but not enamoured. Dante was born nine months later into a privileged life. Her mother hadn't slowed down with her work one bit, and had to the contrary become more successful. They lived in NYC, in a glamorous penthouse. Despite her busy life, she always had time for her much adored daughter and they grew up close.

Dante inherited her stubborn and fiery nature, and copper locks. She grew up a serious child, stubborn and responsible. She had a curious obsession with death and the afterlife, and summoned a ghost for the first time when she was thirteen. This was the first incarnation of her abilities. It started to attract monsters from all over, and by that time Dante had an idea of what was going on. One ghost had told her she must be the child of Hades, and she accepted it. The idea intrinsically made sense. She narrowly evaded the first two monster attacks, and in the middle of the third one was found by a satyr who took her to CHB where she was claimed on arrival.

Each summer after that she would travel to the Underworld, fighting monsters there and talking to ghosts. When she turned sixteen she met Hades for the first time, and he gave her the Stygian iron sword, pleased with her demeanour. He thought she understood the nature of his role, and showed mild affection to her for that, even though they haven't talked again since.

Dante stays at the camp year round and visits her mother once in a while. She doesn't know much about the war that's going on, only that she doesn't particularly like any of the gods enough to side with them. She spends a lot of her time in the underworld.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

@Vesuvius00 Oh no, I hope you find him!

From Goblins to Gods

Tamarin stopped in his hyper movements at the sound of an old sounding goblin voice. Matron. His mouth snapped shut and he frowned. Where was the green he'd seen and the sky. He finally noticed he was nowhere surrounded by green, but surrounded by brown. The only green was the other goblins. He turned to the Matron. What had she asked? Name. Name.... Tamarin broke into a crooked grin, his name was Tamarin, just like he'd been saying! He hobbled over very quickly to the Matron, smile still plastered across his face. "I am Tamarin!" He said proudly, turning to look at the other goblins. He was fairly certain they'd all said other things that were maybe their names. He'd heard a Fox, a Chiba and a Shrek, and he'd heard another say Letis hant, he thought, a fat goblin with a stick. Hant? Hunt.

He'd never heard the word, but it conjured to him an image in his mind of him stuffing his face with something delicious. So hunt meant food. Tamarin liked that. "I am Tamarin!" He said in agreement. "Let's hunt!"

From Goblins to Gods

@Moonlit Sonata I currently have very unreliable Internet access but I'll try my best to have my post up either right now or in the evening (currently 9AM here)

The Greek Civil War

May I reserve a character for a child of Hades?

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

Iridessa's First Breath

Iridessa took a deep breath, slamming the doors open and walking into the small training hall. It was one of the Academy's older ones, no longer used for official lessons, but always open for those who wished to train on their own. This one was fire-specific, meaning its walls, floor and ceiling were far more resistant to charring and less likely to catch fire, although it was rumoured a Master could send it up in flames with a snap of his fingers. She dropped her satchel at the entrance.

She strode to the centre of the room, her heavy boots creating resounding thuds with every step. Many of the Firestorms she knew preferred to practice barefoot or with lighter footwear, allowing for nimbler and faster movement, but she preferred the forceful effect her boots gave her. She wasn't sure if they aided her skills in any way- although she wished they did, she needed all the boosts she could get right now- but she felt like they did. Coming to a stop, she took another breath, dropping and sending her leg out in a wide sweep, a trail of fire left behind her as she did so. She rose again and moved through most of her preferred forms swiftly, conjuring ribbons of fire that only surrounded her with a tickling warmth. Showy displays like this were what Iridessa liked best, but they weren't much use in fights, which were what she liked second best.

She moved onto the more offensive tactics in her arsenal, searing and destructive blasts of heat, that, although effective, hadn't done much to advance her skill. She couldn't control them, which was a significant part of her problem. She could hear one of the Masters going on about it now, It is just as important to control whatever you unleash, blah blah blah. Her method worked just as well, didn't it? She'd won many a fight with it, and it was apparently good enough that she'd been selected for the special mission to Juria. Still, the lack of any meaningful progress stung, and her movements became progressively more aggressive until she had practically engulfed the room with fire. Panting, she stopped, then tried to create a whirlwind of fire like she'd seen a Weaver do. As usual, she had no luck with it. Scowling and not at all relaxed from her practice session like she'd intended, she grabbed her satchel and stormed out of the room. She had to get to the airship anyway, she'd heard Commander Hayes was in charge. A notorious hardass, she didn't doubt he'd leave her behind without batting an eyelid if she wasn't there on time.

Thankfully, she made it there early, her bad mood somewhat abated. She acknowledged the two people who were already there, sitting on the grass a few meters away and performing little parlour tricks with fire to amuse herself.