Midna-Phobia

Those Closest

Whereas I probably need to add more about the parents haha. I will fix that and do the first post when I get home from work.

Those Closest

Well of course he's accepted silly

Those Closest

Just letting you know I have to go to a work meeting now, so I won't be able to get a first post up, however if you like you are more than welcome to ^_^

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Name: Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Age: 17 Power/ Limitations: Alchemy

Alchemy

The ancient metaphysical science/mystical art of manipulating and altering matter by using natural energy. This act is known as "Transmutation" and its sequence is usually described as: 1. Comprehension - Understanding the inherent structure and properties of the atomic or molecular makeup of a particular material to be transmuted, including the flow and balance of potential and kinetic energy within. 2. Deconstruction - Using energy to break down the physical structure of the identified material into a more malleable state so as to be easily reshaped into a new form. 3. Reconstruction - Continuing the flow of energy so as to reform the material into a new shape. The proper application of this craft requires not only a full understanding of chemistry and ancient alchemical theory, but also a sort of natural talent towards recognizing and manipulating the physical objects with energy, which require uncommon levels of intelligence and aptitude. It is a science and as such is subject to certain laws and limitations, all of which fall under the concept of Equivalent Exchange: "In order to obtain or create something, something of equal value must be lost or destroyed." In standard practice, Equivalent Exchange is separated into two parts:  The Law of Conservation of Mass, which states that energy and matter can neither be created from nothing nor destroyed to the point of elemental nonexistence. In other words, to create an object weighing one kilogram, at least one kilogram of material is necessary and destroying an object weighing one kilogram would reduce it to a set of parts, the sum of which would weigh one kilogram.  The Law of Natural Providence, which states that an object or material made of a particular substance or element can only be transmuted into another object with the same basic makeup and properties of that initial material. In other words, an object or material made mostly of water can only be transmuted into another object with the attributes of water. In order to begin an alchemical transmutation, a symbol called aTransmutation Circle is necessary. A Transmutation Circle can either be drawn on the spot when a transmutation is necessary (in chalk, pencil, ink, paint, blood or even traced in dirt) or permanently etched or inscribed beforehand, but without it, transmutation is generally impossible.

Personality: Fairly sweet and gentle Kaya is friendly and always willing to help out when someone, friend or stranger needs help. Sometimes her soft heart and generous, trusting, often naive nature can mean others can easily take advantage of her. It rarely seems to lower her mood though and she’s rarely seen being sad or down. She dislikes conflict and rarely uses her powers unless the situation calls for it and never against someone in a fight, even sometimes in sacrifice of defending herself. History: Both of Kaya's parents were heroes back in the day, her Mother having the ability to communicate with and control plants, whilst her father was an exceptionally powerful alchemist. However during a seemingly simply mission there was an accident and her mother lost her leg when it was crushed by a building. She retired opened a small florist. Her father remains an active hero and travels a lot, so he isn’t home often. Having moved to the quieter suburbs from the big city after the accident the family was able to settle down and have a child. Kaya herself has grown up in the house she currently lives in and discovered alchemy at a very young age. Her father was not around often, but all of his research, notes and books were and as soon as she was able to read on her own the girl began studying them and her mother did nothing but encourage the natural gift she possessed. As a child she found herself often picked on for being a book worm, always studying alchemy and was often picked on. It was through those events however that she met Bryant, so it was never something she complained about. As it stands now she has developed none of the plant based powers her mother has, but according to her father she may surpass his power soon. Appearance: Fairly short in height and very slim in size; Kaya has long, waist length dark caramel brown hair and powerful butterfly blue eyes.

Those Closest

For CS's I usually like to make them simple, but given the relationship our characters will be sharing I figured it will be better to include more detail so that we know how to interact with each other better during the early stages of the RP: Name: Age: Power/ Limitations: Personality: History: Appearance:

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Closed RP between myself and Kaore

Love in Gotham

At Dick’s response Summer’s hope faded. She could tell by the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes that he didn’t recognise her. There was no light of recognition in them as they looked at each other. Now nervous the girl nibbled at her lip nervously. What now? She had been so unsure about all this. It was him, but he didn’t remember her. Half of her was saying to apologise and leave him to himself and not bother anymore. Part of her told her to remind him of who she was. A name, a place, an age, any one of those could have triggered something in him. Then again what if he didn’t want to remember her? What if he’d blocked out off his circus days because it was too painful to think about? Her eyes cast downwards uncertainly and her foot traced shapes in the ground. She was about to speak, still unsure as to what words were going to come out of her mouth when he said a single word and her eyes shot up to him, a small gasp of surprise escaping her mouth. Instantly she smiled and nodded happily. “Yeah. I have to admit I was surprised to see you here… then again you were probably more surprised to see me. I moved to Gotham about a week ago and my mother enrolled me here. Oh my gosh it’s so good to see you again.” Unable to restrain herself the girl moved forward and gave him a gentle hug, pulling back quickly with a small blush. “Sorry, I guess I got a bit carried away… I was just really happy to see someone I know…” She pushed her hair out of her face, still unable to wipe the smile off her face. Even if he didn’t overly want to see her, she was glad to see him again after all these years.

In Enemy Territory

When Kyle looked over to her and waved back Grace blushed slightly at his words. “I’m sorry for running off on you earlier. I was… surprised a little I guess. I hadn't expected you to know I was there…” Maybe that was why she’d done it in the beginning, it had been a nice thing to do and she hadn't thought anything would have come from it. So when she had been forced to interact with someone it had caught her off guard. But now that she had a better idea of what to expect he wasn’t nearly as intimidating especially since now she was fairly sure he couldn’t read her mind. Once again her mind wondered to what exactly his powers may be, that allowed him to see her without sight like she had. Asking would have been easier, but it seemed a rude question to ask someone. Perhaps he had earth powers, or air could possibly work, either could be used to an extent to assist in sight. She supposed she would find out eventually regardless. The girl moved to say something else when the man whom they had been assigned to spoke up. He was a large man, tall and muscular. Grace thought he looked a little intimidating, but then again she felt that way about most people. In a way she was very much like water, preferring to move around obstacles instead of taking on things head on. “Alright Elementals. First off if anyone believes their placement was incorrect you should go and take it up with Nightingale now.” His voice was loud, maybe a little too much so. And deep. It almost boomed really. Looking around Grace noticed no one seemed to have any arguments. Then again she didn’t think this was a particularly hard group to place. “Very good. I am Mr Steele, I’ll be your group advisor, so if anyone ever has any questions or concerns regarding powers I will do my best to help you. I’ll also be your teacher for Power Theory and Practical. Practical will take place in the gym, Theory will be in room seventeen. Make sure to write it down on your schedules. Do we have any questions?” He looked out over the group and Grace lowered her eyes for a moment, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to herself.

In Enemy Territory

Grace wondered how long they had been waiting, though honestly it could have only been a few minutes. Finally a figure walked in, a woman though she looked very different to her home room teacher. This woman seemed powerful; she walked very upright with her shoulders held back and her head high. Her hair was dark brown and tied in a tight bun behind her head and she carried a clipboard in her arms. “Good morning students, my name is Principal Nightingale, I know, it’s a bit of a mouthful. That aside, some of you are no doubt wondering what you’re doing here.” She smiled and Grace decided she liked her; she seemed like a gentle person. “Well, our school is obviously not like a lot of other school in the district. You’ll find some normal classes but we also have a range of classes specifically aimed at our unique conditions. However with the wide variety of powers we encounter amongst our students we have learnt it is best to divide you into classes with those most similar to you, so as to specialise the class so that you may gain the most out of the experience.” She paused for a moment and just looked at them. Grace wondered what she was doing before she looked back to the clipboard. “So when I read your name please move off to your corresponding teacher who will have an ability similar to your group. During your enrolment we were informed of your powers, so as to have time to plan what groupings would work best with your year, however if you feel like you may be better fitted in another power grouping feel free to come speak with me after everyone has been placed.” And with that she began reading off names, in alphabetical order which made Grace sigh. She would be one of the last to be called. Stupid alphabetical order. “Kyle Parker, elementals.” Just over half the group had been divided but Grace perked up when she heard that name. She knew that name. Looking around she noticed the boy from this morning. Elementals? He was like her? Or at least like enough to her that they should be paired in the same group. The main group continued to get smaller and smaller and her name was finally called, second last. “Grace Whyte, elementals.” Standing the girl walked over to the group, once again standing on the outskirts. Looking over at Kyle she smiled and waved shyly, a small gesture to hopefully show she felt bad for running off on him this morning.

The Villain Next Door

Grace rolled her eyes slightly seeing Patrick jogging in place. The kid was like a rabbit. She was pretty sure he couldn’t stay in place for more than a few minutes if you paid him. She wasn’t entirely sure, but Grace had also theorised more than once that he probably jogged on the spot whilst he was sleeping too. When he stated she had taken too long the girl pointed at him threateningly. “Don’t make me hurt you.” An entirely empty threat. She wasn’t sure she even could hurt Patrick if she tried. He seemed very hardy and she theorised it was partially due to his powers. Not to mention there was some height difference between the pair. “First you interrupt my Ninja Turtles then you insult my honour. My honour good sir! I was locking up my house to make sure we didn’t get robbed. And the amount of TV I watched during the holidays is none of your business. I happened to go on these amazing emotional adventures with those wonderful people with strange hair.” The girl defended herself. “Just because some of us have ants in their pants doesn’t mean others can’t take time out to rot their minds.” As Patrick threw his arm around her and declared how excited she was she smiled slightly, honestly happy for him. But could just not bring herself t share in the excitement. She had never been the most confident person in herself. She had developed powers at quite an early age, but hadn't gained control of them for a number of years. This fear that her powers may act up on her without notice led to her being fairly withdrawn, believing that if she wasn’t given a provocation nothing would happen because she knew if anyone had discovered her powers then they’d likely would have had to move. She wasn’t sure what Patrick would have thought if he’d come home for summer vacation and she hadn't been there one year with no explanation no forwarding address and no way of contacting her. In the end she hadn't gained much control until middle school. His excitement to be around others like them wasn’t helping her anxiety. It was another fear of hers. They had never met anyone else like them before and it was difficult to be friends with normal people because you could never be one hundred percent yourself with them. What if he got there and realised there were a lot cooler people he could be hanging out with? People more like him? He wouldn’t have to settle for her anymore. Realising she’d been quiet for a long time and she’d been staring at the pavement as they’d walked Grace blinked slightly and looked back up to him, smiling. “Yeah, I guess so.” She never had been a good liar either.