Mirandae

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The familiar scent of her old friend filled Hanna with long-lost joy and a sense of purpose. They were quite the team back in the day, accomplishing things of all calibers with great effect. As they released from the embrace, Hanna had to shoot her gaze towards the ceiling in order to slow down the waterworks, pushing gently below her eyes to manage and prevent a mess. She was slightly emotionally eccentric these days, and nostalgia was like sprinkling water on cooking oil in a hot pan in this case. "Not this, holy fuck," her thoughts muttered before the chatterbox spun right up. “Oh my Christ, I don't even know where to start. So much has happened since last time. By the way, I'm so sorry that I haven't contacted you, babe -- but there's literally been some fucked up shit distracting me all the time, and this Streaming thing is so time-consuming. Do you use Twitch at all or watch streamers? You totally should. I'll make you a supermod VIP in my Chat right away. Anyway, fuck, I love your hair--” Hanna managed to interrupt herself for a split second, gently feeling the soft texture of the tips of Ivy's hair. “I brought all kinds of stuff for you. I have this deal with a company and their product line through the, well, Instagram stuff, I don't know if you've seen that -- anyway, that's not important. So, I brought some of the stuff that I get for free, anyway, for promoting it, right -- there's foundation, mascara, all sorts of shit for your nails, absolutely amazing conditioner, you'll love it. It's all back at the hotel in Portland, but we'll take care of it after this thing, alright? You can't say no, because I ain't leaving until you come get it -- it'll be great, we can do a little shopping as well, on me.” Hanna's mouth ran at full throttle. It was clearly, without any shred of doubt or misconception, a sign of being extremely excited and elevated. "Right back to Ritman days, huh? I thought I had changed at least a little bit. I guess this is what reunions do. They slap you right in the face and tell you that you accomplished nothing," Hanna's mind wandered in the middle of her babbling. “Wait -- is that Anni Simcox and Lucas Watson right over there?” Hanna half-whispered as she interrupted her megaphone of a mouth, abruptly enough to be somewhat noticeable against the sound bed of music in the background. Hanna waited a brief moment for Ivy to glance at them or in some way confirm it. “It is, right?” She added before throwing gasoline on her fiery loud voice again: “Anni, Lucas -- is that you? Hey! What the Hell, you guys don't say 'hello' or anything? Come and sit here with us, damn it.” Hanna waved at the two, just a few feet away, bright smiles all around to appear as inviting as possible to both of them. Reunions were probably worse than the first day of High School in terms of awkwardness and every other pain in the book. Although, luckily, they had Hanna Whittle there -- the biggest fucking Ice Breaker on this side of the planet. "Don't fuck this up, Banana. You only have 1 shot with these guys this time," she thought. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

█ #1.01 WAY DOWN WE GO drive by p. johnson's ▸ ? interacting with: Ivory/@Salsa Verde Anni/@Kuro Lucas/@Mao Mao ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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Hanna had stayed at a hotel in Portland. She had wanted to go back home and visit her parents, but at the same time, there was the issue of her semi-public life and privacy. Although, she had promised her parents that she would visit, at some point, before going back to NYC. Hanna intended to keep up with her Steaming schedule, regardless of this little trip back home. She had made a sort of event out of it, another IRL stream, but different from the usual ones. The typical endeavor was to see and visit touristy locations and activities in and around NYC. These kinds of streams typically attracted more viewers than Hanna's gaming session. She figured it was because the people she knew on the influencer/fashion side of her professional life were able to tune in as well, having some kind of common ground to enjoy. However, the majority of her viewers were still the loyal army of simps and autists. She took an Uber to Delton. The driver seemed unfamiliar with the small town in the middle of some crossroads, but Hanna assured him that it was quite easy to find and that any mishaps were quite alright. Hanna spent that time during the drive to get the Chat up to speed regarding all things Ritman High. It was as though pages from some excessive history tome spilled out of her mouth, as she kept yapping away without much pause. Eventually, the driver sort of chuckled at some of the more amusing points, which Hanna picked up on and included them in the 'conversation'. They killed time quite effectively, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the outskirts of Delton. Hanna had, at that point, finally reached the event at hand in her endless prattle. “So, Ivy is going to be there -- obviously. Let me tell you, Chat: I fucking love this bitch like you wouldn't believe. She's like a superhuman or some shit. Ivy, essentially, ran the whole school and took care of everything. I'm pretty sure there's an alien in there, in her body, or something. Anyway, so, I'm kinda excited to see my sistha from anotha mistha again. And then, there's JD. I didn't quite expect her to RSVP to this thing. That kind of surprised me, but in a good way -- don't get me wrong.” The girl could barely take a quick sip of air before continuing her babbling. “This is all super cute and everything, but I can't say that I spoke with JD a whole lot. Although, I mean, you know me, Chat, I fucking talk non-stop, so me saying that I didn't talk with someone a lot should be a normal amount of talking to any other human being. We did get together at a few parties here and there, but that was about it. Anyway, JD is sweet, very laid back -- perhaps too much.” She chuckled while removing her seatbelt, thanking the driver, and stepping out of the car. A short walk to P.J's allowed Hanna to go on a bit more. “Now, the others that are apparently coming to this thing are an interesting bunch. I don't think I have a whole lot in common with them, but, I mean, that's never stopped me before, so why would it now?” She smiled and looked into the camera of her phone, and then shifted her attention to the Chat, which flowed with the usual kind of comments and emote spam. There were about three thousand viewers watching Hanna's stream at the moment. “Now, one of these others is CJ. I spoke with her as I speak to literally anyone, but at least she, I don't know, somewhat heard what I said and reacted to it. But, I mean, I liked talking to everyone back then, even if it was like talking to a wall sometimes. So, maybe she's changed now, but I didn't have anything against her back then. On the other hand, I think Anni didn't quite just let me slide as the others did. I don't think she hated me or anything, but I could tell that I didn't come off as a 100% to her, for whatever reason, I still have no clue.” The girl chatted away without much worry for her surroundings, approaching P.J's from some obscure angle because the Uber driver could not quite find his way around Delton. “Lastly, there's Lucas.” Hanna began but sighed slightly before continuing. “I really tried, Chat -- I REALLY did. It seemed like there were so many issues surrounding this boy that wasn't really his fault. There were also these nasty rumors floating around on social media back then, and I tried my best to sort of dispel all that. There was nasty shit, like, he was a you-know-what shooter and everything.” Hanna said but lowered her voice as she mentioned the shooter part, avoiding to put the words 'school' and 'shooter' together so that she would not get in trouble. The Chat started to spam 'MonkaS' with a few 'Pepehands' in there. “Maybe I shouldn't talk about all this stuff, holy shit -- I should learn to shut up, at least sometimes. Oh well, it's out there now.” Hanna said and stopped right outside of P.J's, observing the flow of the Chat, and reading comments. “Anyway, Chat, I'm going to close right here. I'd bring you guys in with me, but I have no idea how the others would react to that, so let's give 'em some privacy, eh? I'll be on again tomorrow.” Hanna said and kissed the air in front of the camera on the phone to the Chat, closing things down. Hanna was a bit distracted by the Stream. Even if she would have noticed Anni standing by the car, or rather just about to step out of it, Hanna might not have recognized her because of the hair and two years' worth of changes. Only brief moments separated the two from an outside encounter. Hanna managed to take a breath or two during the few seconds that she lingered in front of P. Johnson's main entrance. Okay, here we go. Deep breaths, in and out. I hope I don't make an ass out of myself, Hanna thought to herself but interrupted that moment of calm almost right away: “AAHH! Ivy!” A high-pitch screech swiftly escaped Hanna's stupidly wide smile and clenching eyes, lashes almost sticking together, as she stepped inside and felt the air of nostaliga. The girl nearly crashed into Ivory's presence at the bar for one of those hugs that only happens a few times throughout an entire lifetime. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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@Salsa Verde
Megan has some serious avatar-halo. That's what you're feeling.

OBLIVION

Hanna Whittle

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████████ PERSONAL DETAILS ████████ █ AGE Twenty-Three █ GENDER Female █ SEXUALITY Bisexual █ OCCUPATION Influencer, Streamer █ QUALIFICATIONS N/A █ RESIDENCE NYC, New York ████████ PHYSICAL DETAILS ████████ █ SCARS N/A █ TATTOOS N/A █ PIERCINGS Ears █ MARKINGS N/A █ HEIGHT 5'9" █ BUILD Slim ██████████ MISC NOTES ██████████ [+] "Hey hey, let's talk!" ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

---- Hanna was the resident chatterbox at Ritman High. She was the kind of person that could have a solo conversation with someone for hours and call it an 'interaction'. However, her mind was not an empty shell, so the chattiness did not originate from being airheaded. There were moments when Hanna wished that she could shut up, but her mouth just kept going. She absolutely did not have any kind of filters. Everything Hanna said simply jumped out of her with total disregard for context or situation. While there was no particular group of people that Hanna gravitated toward, her positive and happy demeanor naturally pulled at interaction with whoever was sad, depressed, and rejected. Hanna was like social glue that kept the less fortunate from drifting away into the void of whatever their issues were. It was almost as though she could sense a broken aura in anyone standing at arm's length in front of her. Being heavily invested in Ritman's social media presence, Hanna made an effort to elevate the people and parts of the school that did not often see the light of day. Hanna was the kind of person that tried to attend all sorts of extracurricular activities that the school offered or put on. She was also huge into the teams and caught the games almost religiously. Hanna would wear the team jersey, buy a bunch of hotdogs, and be the loudest screamer in the crowd. She was also quite into dancing and artsy theater things. Whenever the artsy students put on a play or did an open rehearsal, Hanna would try to be there and watch it, applauding the loudest out of everyone there. Hanna was truly a high-exposure, be-everywhere-at-all-times kind of gal. While Hanna's appearance gave her some manner of carte blanche with the popular crowd, her interest in and allegiance with the freaks landed her in trouble more than once. It was not an awfully common occurrence, or particularly nasty, but a snarky comment here and there did happen. Hanna had an in with the sports guys, because of her worship of the games, which was almost exclusively her safety net in terms of High School politics. Hanna was also deep into the LGBTQ+ crowd at the school, bringing them much attention through social media presence and daily chatting. ---- Shortly after graduating from Ritman, Hanna put all of her effort and time into social media presence. She even started to Stream herself on an online platform, playing some video games and just chatting with her viewers. Seeing as Hanna had a natural affinity for talking and being talkative, her interaction with the viewers was quite a hit and made waves online. While there were some fashion and cosmetics sponsors willing to work with Hanna on the influencer side of things, her heart quickly gravitated more toward Streaming and interaction with the infamous Chat. The first six months of Hanna's online persona certainly changed her in real life. While many of her iconic traits from the Ritman days were intact, she had become a lot more sarcastic and outright weird at times. She became the kind of person that would say Chat emotes out loud in public as a reaction to something instead of doing the actual reaction. This was perhaps not a big deal for the online trolls and IRL-rejects, but the kind of people that existed on the influencer side of Hanna's online presence obviously did not understand it. All things considered, though, Hanna did a pretty decent job at keeping up with her physical appearance and attending whatever-important-event in the illustrious NYC fashion scene. Due to how Hanna talks, she often gives the impression of being dumb. She also has a bit of a reputation for being physically clumsy. These two things sort of bond together to create this caricature of a person that does not or should not really exist. However, Hanna is painfully aware of these things, unlike an actual stupid person. Her internal dialog is constantly reflecting on itself as to why something happened or why she said something in a particular way. This is something that rarely, if ever, sees the light of day in terms of words and talking with someone about it. Hanna outwardly seems quirky, perhaps even eccentric at times concerning particular things. She is or has become a bit kinky, too. Hanna's career choices have led her down a less-than-favorable path in a specific sense. The whole influencer and fashion scene or 'consciousness' is some of the most destructive shit she has ever experienced. It is certainly good money, but one must ask if it is really worth it. Unfortunately, the fancy lights and glitter are much akin to any widely spread drug that people cannot stop abusing. It has been difficult for Hanna to say 'no' in many circumstances which only brings obsessive-compulsive narcissists into her life. She has been desperate for a greater excuse, or any kind of excuse, to simply close it all down and get out. Hanna was and still is the kind of person that does not mind doing things alone. This is especially true for the activities that most people see as group activities. For example, Hanna does not have any issues with going to the movies by herself, to a sports game, or even to a house party. Lately, she has been getting into 'IRL' streaming, whereby she visits all sorts of stuff in and around NYC for her viewers to enjoy. Due to her chatty nature, pleasant appearance, and friendly demeanor, Hanna often finds herself making new acquaintances and randomly speaking with people wherever she is. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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---- Hanna can affect physical and mental health. Health in this case is the state of physical and mental well-being of a person or animal that is clearly alive. She can increase or decrease the healing process to the point of rapid regeneration or indefinitely prevent recovery at all. At some stage, Hanna is able to sense or detect injuries and diseases in an entity before it is apparent or felt. Wounds and diseases that Hanna has healed or prevented are also subject to be re-inflicted by her hand. However, she cannot cause new wounds or diseases with this ability. Moderate to severe pain can be alleviated by physical contact with Hanna. The more contact, the less pain someone will feel. However, the relief will subside the same instant as the contact is broken. This can affect certain mental and emotional duress. However, the effectiveness might depend on who the person at risk is. Physical contact is also necessary when Hanna has to heal a wound. Depending on circumstance and severity, the healing process itself might be extremely painful, as the body is not used to rapid cellular regrowth and tissue regeneration. As for Hanna herself, the ability does not work automatically. She must go through the same process of focus as with healing a third party. However, the process will seem to be automatic in regard to poisons, toxins, viruses, parasites, and other such things. That is, Hanna cannot get infected or sick by external influence. Further, the healing process could also remove minor imperfections of the skin, such as scars, acne, rashes, burning, and other inflammations or harm caused by elements. ---- Hanna's challenge is definitely to voice her internal dialog and break the outside perception of her character. Her own interpretation is that 'it is too late to change', and that voicing her thoughts in this manner would be too 'alien' next to how her social persona is. Whenever someone spends alone time with Hanna, some of the internal demeanor might slip through every now and then, but that is the utmost limit to it at this time. I think Hanna already functions as the 'weapon of the rejects' trope, or has done so during Ritman, due to her physical appearance, which always kicks open many doors in society. But, after her adventures as a Streamer and interactions with the Chat, this would either have gone away completely or been blown out of proportion. I am not sure which direction it will go in, but it will be one of the two or one of the two depending on the situation. So, if Hanna was more of a social jack-of-all-trades during Ritman, she has become more niche now. My idea is that the healing power will bring out Hanna's inner dialog and change her into someone she wants to be or feels that she already is. It will not be a 180 turn, all of a sudden, but rather a change of character perception from 'quirky' to 'reliable' -- perhaps, not sure about the wording here. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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OBLIVION

After some discussion on the Discord, I'm changing my entry to this character. The power and all that is the same, though.

Hanna Whittle

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████████ PERSONAL DETAILS ████████ █ AGE Twenty-Three █ GENDER Female █ SEXUALITY Bisexual █ OCCUPATION Influencer, Streamer █ QUALIFICATIONS N/A █ RESIDENCE NYC, New York ████████ PHYSICAL DETAILS ████████ █ SCARS N/A █ TATTOOS N/A █ PIERCINGS Ears █ MARKINGS N/A █ HEIGHT 5'9" █ BUILD Slim ██████████ MISC NOTES ██████████ [+] "Hey hey, let's talk!" ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

---- Hanna was the resident chatterbox at Ritman High. She was the kind of person that could have a solo conversation with someone for hours and call it an 'interaction'. However, her mind was not an empty shell, so the chattiness did not originate from being airheaded. There were moments when Hanna wished that she could shut up, but her mouth just kept going. She absolutely did not have any kind of filters. Everything Hanna said simply jumped out of her with total disregard for context or situation. While there was no particular group of people that Hanna gravitated toward, her positive and happy demeanor naturally pulled at interaction with whoever was sad, depressed, and rejected. Hanna was like social glue that kept the less fortunate from drifting away into the void of whatever their issues were. It was almost as though she could sense a broken aura in anyone standing at arm's length in front of her. Being heavily invested in Ritman's social media presence, Hanna made an effort to elevate the people and parts of the school that did not often see the light of day. Hanna was the kind of person that tried to attend all sorts of extracurricular activities that the school offered or put on. She was also huge into the teams and caught the games almost religiously. Hanna would wear the team jersey, buy a bunch of hotdogs, and be the loudest screamer in the crowd. She was also quite into dancing and artsy theater things. Whenever the artsy students put on a play or did an open rehearsal, Hanna would try to be there and watch it, applauding the loudest out of everyone there. Hanna was truly a high-exposure, be-everywhere-at-all-times kind of gal. While Hanna's appearance gave her some manner of carte blanche with the popular crowd, her interest in and allegiance with the freaks landed her in trouble more than once. It was not an awfully common occurrence, or particularly nasty, but a snarky comment here and there did happen. Hanna had an in with the sports guys, because of her worship of the games, which was almost exclusively her safety net in terms of High School politics. Hanna was also deep into the LGBTQ+ crowd at the school, bringing them much attention through social media presence and daily chatting. ---- Shortly after graduating from Ritman, Hanna put all of her effort and time into social media presence. She even started to Stream herself on an online platform, playing some video games and just chatting with her viewers. Seeing as Hanna had a natural affinity for talking and being talkative, her interaction with the viewers was quite a hit and made waves online. While there were some fashion and cosmetics sponsors willing to work with Hanna on the influencer side of things, her heart quickly gravitated more toward Streaming and interaction with the infamous Chat. The first six months of Hanna's online persona certainly changed her in real life. While many of her iconic traits from the Ritman days were intact, she had become a lot more sarcastic and outright weird at times. She became the kind of person that would say Chat emotes out loud in public as a reaction to something instead of doing the actual reaction. This was perhaps not a big deal for the online trolls and IRL-rejects, but the kind of people that existed on the influencer side of Hanna's online presence obviously did not understand it. All things considered, though, Hanna did a pretty decent job at keeping up with her physical appearance and attending whatever-important-event in the illustrious NYC fashion scene. Due to how Hanna talks, she often gives the impression of being dumb. She also has a bit of a reputation for being physically clumsy. These two things sort of bond together to create this caricature of a person that does not or should not really exist. However, Hanna is painfully aware of these things, unlike an actual stupid person. Her internal dialog is constantly reflecting on itself as to why something happened or why she said something in a particular way. This is something that rarely, if ever, sees the light of day in terms of words and talking with someone about it. Hanna outwardly seems quirky, perhaps even eccentric at times concerning particular things. She is or has become a bit kinky, too. Hanna's career choices have led her down a less-than-favorable path in a specific sense. The whole influencer and fashion scene or 'consciousness' is some of the most destructive shit she has ever experienced. It is certainly good money, but one must ask if it is really worth it. Unfortunately, the fancy lights and glitter are much akin to any widely spread drug that people cannot stop abusing. It has been difficult for Hanna to say 'no' in many circumstances which only brings obsessive-compulsive narcissists into her life. She has been desperate for a greater excuse, or any kind of excuse, to simply close it all down and get out. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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---- Hanna can affect physical and mental health. Health in this case is the state of physical and mental well-being of a person or animal that is clearly alive. She can increase or decrease the healing process to the point of rapid regeneration or indefinitely prevent recovery at all. At some stage, Hanna is able to sense or detect injuries and diseases in an entity before it is apparent or felt. Wounds and diseases that Hanna has healed or prevented are also subject to be re-inflicted by her hand. However, she cannot cause new wounds or diseases with this ability. Moderate to severe pain can be alleviated by physical contact with Hanna. The more contact, the less pain someone will feel. However, the relief will subside the same instant as the contact is broken. This can affect certain mental and emotional duress. However, the effectiveness might depend on who the person at risk is. Physical contact is also necessary when Hanna has to heal a wound. Depending on circumstance and severity, the healing process itself might be extremely painful, as the body is not used to rapid cellular regrowth and tissue regeneration. As for Hanna herself, the ability does not work automatically. She must go through the same process of focus as with healing a third party. However, the process will seem to be automatic in regard to poisons, toxins, viruses, parasites, and other such things. That is, Hanna cannot get infected or sick by external influence. Further, the healing process could also remove minor imperfections of the skin, such as scars, acne, rashes, burning, and other inflammations or harm caused by elements. ---- Hanna's challenge is definitely to voice her internal dialog and break the outside perception of her character. Her own interpretation is that 'it is too late to change', and that voicing her thoughts in this manner would be too 'alien' next to how her social persona is. Whenever someone spends alone time with Hanna, some of the internal demeanor might slip through every now and then, but that is the utmost limit to it at this time. I think Hanna already functions as the 'weapon of the rejects' trope, or has done so during Ritman, due to her physical appearance, which always kicks open many doors in society. But, after her adventures as a Streamer and interactions with the Chat, this would either have gone away completely or been blown out of proportion. I am not sure which direction it will go in, but it will be one of the two or one of the two depending on the situation. So, if Hanna was more of a social jack-of-all-trades during Ritman, she has become more niche now. My idea is that the healing power will bring out Hanna's inner dialog and change her into someone she wants to be or feels that she already is. It will not be a 180 turn, all of a sudden, but rather a change of character perception from 'quirky' to 'reliable' -- perhaps, not sure about the wording here. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

- █████ STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES █████ + Immunity to sickness, poison, and parasites. − For serious wounds or advanced diseases, Hanna must eventually sacrifice her own well-being as a health transfer. This will show itself as fatigue, fever, and other common symptoms of a general cold or influenza. - Radiation and other advanced hazards cannot be healed. − This ability cannot de-age or revive someone from the dead. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

OBLIVION

@TGM
Dearly departed, yet memories live on. They're kind of samey, though.

OBLIVION

Oh man, the characters are great so far from everyone. I thoroughly enjoyed going through the sheets, and the music. I freshened up my character from the previous iteration, making a few adjustments and rewriting some things. I realize I jumped ship last time, but the lack of posting everywhere (in my own game as well) really got to me. But, I'll give this my all, regardless, again, if we get around to it. I'm okay with being cut, though, to make room for someone else if you get a lot of players.

Edit: not using this character.

Natalie Miller

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████████ PERSONAL DETAILS ████████ █ AGE Twenty-Three █ GENDER Female █ SEXUALITY Bisexual █ OCCUPATION Influencer █ QUALIFICATIONS N/A █ RESIDENCE NYC, New York ████████ PHYSICAL DETAILS ████████ █ SCARS N/A █ TATTOOS N/A █ PIERCINGS Ears █ MARKINGS N/A █ HEIGHT 5'10" █ BUILD Slim ██████████ MISC NOTES ██████████ [+] "I know you are obsessed with me. That's okay, everyone is." ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

---- Natalie was as plastic as they come. The only things that mattered were obsession with appearance, fashion, social status, and trends. Academics and doing good with grades were somewhat outlandish concepts to Natalie, even if she did understand most of what was being taught. She was a core member of the so called Mean Girls or Plastics at Ritman High. Natalie did not care for the titles back then, but she has deeply reflected on how bizarre her behavior was. While the influence of the Plastics over some matters at the school and Delton at large was noticable, they were usually not overtly evil or nasty towards other students and teachers. Even if some kind of bullying did occur, it was mostly online and towards other girls that had somehow offended the group. The issue was the low threshold for the word 'offended'. Someone could wear the wrong things to school or simply have a pathetic follower count on Instagram to qualify as causing offense. That is where the Plastics set the bar. On a positive note, if there could have been such a thing, Natalie was not the worst of the bunch. There were four other girls in this circle of devils that certainly cursed their own names a lot more with their vile actions. Some of them were quite outspoken and loud. Natalie, on the other hand, was more of the passive aggressive type that simply stared at people or made snarky remarks. However, this behavior only happened when Natalie was around the other Plastics. When she was alone, Natalie conversed with other students in her classes and randoms in the corridors in a completely normal and sometimes even friendly manner. At these moments, she was a bit of a 'bridge' between the sociopathic Plastics and the regular crowd, even the rejects at times. But, at the end of the day, Natalie was not innocent. Her primary territory of nastiness was online, specifically Instagram. She was known to shit on people that did not deserve to exist on social media. It was as if she was possessed by a demon whenever her phone mesmerized Natalie with its compelling light. ---- Natalie's behavior somewhat faded after graduating from Ritman. She had a special someone to thank for that, but it was a closely guarded private matter that Natalie did not speak of. However, her attitude and 'the way that she is' has always been there and will remain to some degree. Luckily, there is no contact with the other girls from the Plastics anymore, so there is nothing that can fuel the fire, as it were. Shortly after Ritman, Natalie put all of her effort and time into her social media presence. She even started to Stream herself on an online platform, playing some video games and just chatting with her viewers. Eventually, the follower count skyrocketed, the sponsorships rolled in, and one complicated social environment was traded for another. The 'influencer' world was not unlike what Natalie had already experienced back at Ritman. It was just larger in scale, not to mention the fashion and modeling world that came creeping ever so closer. Out of the two things, Instagram and Streaming, Natalie certainly preferred the latter and interacting with the viewers. Natalie would not consider herself spiteful, just uninterested. The social media thing has taken a toll on her, mentally and physically. The realization that she engages with a hostile industry that feels no remorse when taking advantage of people or abusing them has surely made Natalie more humble. However, and on a positive note, the community surrounding her Streaming has definitely brought Natalie down to Earth quite a bit. It has been the only redeemable thing about be a 'public' figure. She has secretly wished for a change in her environment and social circle, though. The people that she naturally attracts are often unhealthy company. They are obsessive-compulsive narcissists that take joy in character assassinations and degenerate indulgences. But, the influencer business is like any other addiction. It is difficult to get out of it even if you want to. Natalie needs an excuse, any kind of excuse, to close it all down or at least reduce the amount of clout chasing she does herself and is subjected to. Time after Ritman made Natalie more verbal and concerned with 'what is right' and how things 'should be'. She is quite well-spoken, but there is still a clear hint of the old resting bitch-face thing where she does not say anything. Her lack of verbal filter online has spilled into the real world. She can, at times, when pressured, say things that can leave a bad taste in people's mouths. It is not always intentional, though. The real and online worlds sort of bleed together, as if Natalie was constantly on a bad trip from shitty drugs. There is a bit of derealization and depersonalization going on with her, as a result of constant dopamine drowning and the presence of people that are horrific caricatures of themselves. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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---- Natalie can affect physical and mental health. Health in this case is the state of physical and mental well-being of a person or animal that is clearly alive. She can increase or decrease the healing process to the point of rapid regeneration or indefinitely prevent recovery at all. At some stage, Natalie is able to sense or detect injuries and diseases in an entity before it is apparent or felt. Wounds and diseases that Natalie has healed or prevented are also subject to be re-inflicted by her hand. However, she cannot cause new wounds or diseases with this ability. Moderate to severe pain can be alleviated by physical contact with Natalie. The more contact, the less pain someone will feel. However, the relief will subside the same instant as the contact is broken. This can affect certain mental and emotional duress. However, the effectiveness might depend on who the person at risk is. Physical contact is also necessary when Natalie has to heal a wound. Depending on circumstance and severity, the healing process itself might be extremely painful, as the body is not used to rapid cellular regrowth and tissue regeneration. As for Natalie herself, the ability does not work automatically. She must go through the same process of focus as with healing a third party. However, the process will seem to be automatic in regard to poisons, toxins, viruses, parasites, and other such things. That is, Natalie cannot get infected or sick by external influence. Further, the healing process could also remove minor imperfections of the skin, such as scars, acne, rashes, burning, and other inflammations or harm caused by elements. ---- Natalie's story has a classic redemption arc. The idea is for her state of being to go from Villain to Tragic Hero to Savior. Her power is meant to push her into the last stage of it, as opposed to realizing it herself. This will be her internal struggle, so to speak, and I mean to show this through written character thoughts. I want to move Natalie towards a certain trope that I do not know the name of. It is when someone on the 'bad side' flips and joins the 'good side', and then becomes almost like a weapon for the good side. In this case, it would be Natalie's social history and experience with people like herself and how to deal with them. This does not have to be realized on an impactful scale, but if a tiny moment comes along, then that is enough for this to be a thing. The healing power will force out the last bits of the old Natalie that still lingers. That was the original intention with this kind of benevolent light being forced upon this sinister character. Natalie will have to come to terms with what her powers entails, and that the way she is will only hold her back. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

- █████ STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES █████ + Immunity to sickness, poison, and parasites. − For serious wounds or advanced diseases, Natalie must eventually sacrifice her own well-being as a health transfer. This will show itself as fatigue, fever, and other common symptoms of a general cold or influenza. - Radiation and other advanced hazards cannot be healed. − This ability cannot de-age or revive someone from the dead. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

Using AI For RP Visualization

So, I have ChatGPT plus and access to version 4. I put 3 posts of mine into it from my 'The Spirits Within' roleplay. I let it analyze my writing, and then I asked it to write a simple post for my character where she fights some monster. Here's the result, if anyone is interested in seeing how it does.

what I put in

I will mark the end of one post and beginning of another with *** so that you can distinguish them from one another.

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Some of the members of the team had already been called away. This was the nature of this war. Everything was always moving in different directions. It was all regrettably unpredictable. Luckily, the Special Warfare and Reconnaissance Group functioned in such a way that other Aeons could always link up at any time. This was how High Command of the UDF wanted it. They had learned this lesson the hard way. The first iteration of the group had been a predetermined and unchanged team. This led to incredible cohesion and effectiveness, but it also came with certain risks. When one of the team ended up with Renegade status, all of them followed suit out of loyalty. This was unacceptable, which is why High Command changed the team composition protocols for the group.

Emilia thought about why they were in Steelwater. They had brought fairly talented Aeons from the Research Division on the team. That could not have been a coincidence, and Aaron probably knew why—she meant to ask him about it the second there was a quiet moment. Then there was Ben. Why was he here? Emilia’s mind hopped back in time to that last message she had received from him. There was something that he had to do, but he could not do it while they were together and his mother was still alive. That could only mean something illegal or extremely bad in the eyes of the UDF. Why was he in Steelwater, though? Or rather, why had he been there? Emilia figured that he was long gone, but they had to find out why he had been there at all and where he was going. What could make such a legendary Aeon with an almost perfect UDF career abandon everything to do whatever it is he was doing? The thought was baffling and way too distracting at this time, in the heat of battle, so she did her best to let it go for now.

The berated and punished monstrosity was provoked beyond what it probably expected. The utter barrage of pain that Aaron and Scylla inflicted in less than a minute was enough to level an entire city block's worth of concrete. The thing let out a terrible screech during a brief moment of respite from its spirit possessed attackers. All the tinier creatures that swarmed in its vicinity began to scurry away in a hurry, as their atrocious Alpha uncannily began to spin around in a Whirlwind. Mud and rock were flung from the shallow waters of the creek and the many vile tentacles of the monster sent any stragglers flying. That such a bulky creature could move that fast, in a spinning motion no less, was a baffling sight to behold. Being caught in such retaliation would surely be felt the next morning.

"Watch out!" Emilia shouted just before the thing reached its violent momentum.

Her shotgun shells were quickly running out. Emilia doubted that any gun or blade would stop that monstrosity from spinning around, and there was no telling when it would stop. She dropped the smoking barrel onto the deck when the firepower had dried up. The tiny tree husks and insects were still an issue, but they would certainly cut their losses if their daddy was dead. Emilia crouched for a split second before forcefully jumping high up into the air—the very thing that had made her iconic in this business. At the zenith of her physical feat, slowing down at roughly forty meters above ground, she raised her arm above her head and focused her mind on the spirits within. Swirling air all around her began to gather, smokey gray and white in its heightened appearance, rapidly taking the shape of a conventional missile. Just as Emilia was about to descend due to gravity, she flung the airy armament at the monstrosity.

The rocket of air left an impressive trail in the sky. The explosion from the impact was less than two seconds after Emilia had launched the attack. A potent shock wave escaped in all directions, water in the creek was forcefully moved and nearly drained around the foe, and a grayish mist was aggressively ejected into the air in the shape of a dome. All the tiny minions were knocked off balance and about in the immediate area. The vile creature itself stopped dead in its spinning track, briefly stunned by the airy detonation. Emilia touched ground shortly thereafter. She drew her combat blade from its resting place underneath her backpack, strapped to the chest rig.

“Now! Go, go!” She shouted to the others fighting the thing. There was an opening to do some serious damage.

The plan in Emilia's head was to clear this area out and regroup at the ResDiv Research Station up ahead. From there, they would make their entry into the city. It was anyone’s guess how they would ever pick up any trail belonging to Ben. They would probably have to split up and look for anything that could be related to the UDF—something secret or off limits. It was the only logical conclusion that Emilia could come to. If he had achieved his Archon form and shown hostility with it, then he was doing something that the UDF did not approve of. And what was with these Stigma creatures and overwhelming odds? The orbiting comet was not due near Steelwater for another hour, so there was no reason for this kind of invasion to make itself known. Hopefully, they would find something in the city that could give some modest answers.

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The thing had to be close to death by now. Despite its obvious injuries and affected movement, the monster was determined to continue the struggle to the bitter end. Did it even have a conception of preserving its own life? Perhaps these things truly were completely mindless. At least it had a sense for detecting threats against itself. Robert’s presence and lavish entrance provoked the thing to a vile screech and following hostility. Its mouth gaped and showed its bizarre assortment of fangs and other incomprehensible things. A violent stream of grotesquely colored water spewed forth towards Robert’s frame. The amount of it was too much to have ever fit inside the thing, so it had to be some kind of magic—but was it based on spirits? Did spirits possess these things as well? Emilia could not even begin to imagine an answer. She was just a WarDiv grunt, so she know little to nothing about these kinds of things.

However, how the Stiggies used magic was not what truly had Emilia’s attention. On her way down from the jump, she noticed movement and lights a bit further into the forest area. There were people there that were not part of the S.W.A.R.G. team and it was doubtful that it was anyone from the World Eaters battalion. They were either civilians trying to escape the city, another team that the UDF had not informed about, or a hostile force about to flank the position. If the latter was true, then this was the perfect opportunity to do it. Emilia had to make an executive decision. McMahon had not designated a proper leader for the team, but had rather suggested it to be Emilia by way of implied punishment for insubordination—the ‘punishment’ being the position of trying to lead a team of leaders.

"Keep at it. I saw some movement to our west. I’ll be right back." Emilia said over the communication channel.

Hopefully, someone took note of her call out even if they were in the middle of a fight and distracted by all sorts of things. Emilia drove her blade through a couple of the tree husks and insects on her way towards the general area where she had seen the lights and what she presumed were people—it could just as well have been more of the creatures or some other monster they had not seen yet. An effortless jump to cover the last bit of distance made her arrival after the airy explosion appear uncanny. Emilia sheathed her sword and shouldered her rifle again before making contact with what she thought to be humans. From her experience, people were generally more afraid of a firearm than a melee weapon. So, even if her weapon was dryer than a desert and craving for bullets, it would certainly do its job to instill fear nonetheless. Emilia’s approach was from behind the tree that the strangers seemed to occupy.

The first impression was the tip of the spear as Emilia rounded the tree. The scene was no stranger than any other scene in a war such as this, yet unique in its own way. Emilia instantly noticed the BlackRock logo on the chest rig of a female soldier. This was not the first time that she had dealt with mercenaries, special operation groups, and other such things based on the big corporations. They were not always hostile, but they were not necessarily helpful either. The other person there seemed to either tend to or mourn the dead on the ground. Emilia did catch a glimpse of the crossbow, so the assumption was that this other individual was a combatant as well, probably UDF of some capacity. Emilia kept her eyes on the BlackRock operator, though.

“You guys got here fast. Do you mind putting that weapon away or is this going to be one of those ugly encounters you hear the grunts complain about all the time?” Emilia said while keeping her gun pointed at Christina—still dry of bullets.

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"Yes. UDF Guardian Corps to be more precise." Emilia kept her focus on the stranger. UDF regulation mandated that all soldiers would identify themselves when interacting with civilians or unknown combatants, especially before starting a shooting gallery. These rules were no different for Aeon, even if there were mixed opinions about that. A moment after Emilia had diligently followed the wishes of the UDF overlords, the other unknown made himself present in the conversation by the all too familiar gawking.

Clarke...? Almost there, buddy. She thought to herself.

Emilia slowly lowered her weapon while the man continued to speak. She ejected the empty magazine of the rifle and tossed it to Christina in a slow arc, easy to catch. The woman did not seem like a threat at this time. Besides, there were civilian lives at stake. Even if BlackRock operatives could be heartless, they were not all bad apples. Emilia stepped closer to Peter and the injured girl to see what the situation was and if it were salvageable. From what Emilia could tell, and she was no medic, the little one could see yet another day if proper treatment arrived sooner rather than later. Luckily, as Peter mentioned, the Research Division PRS nearby would have the equipment to fix this, not to mention highly skilled personnel.

"I could jump her there, but I don't want to risk any further injury if something goes wrong." Emilia said, and then tilted her head towards Christina. "You up for this? I'll carry her if you cover me." Emilia squatted next to the young girl and employed the standard rescue carry across the shoulders. Being an Aeon with enhanced strength, Emilia could not even feel the weight of the tiny one when she stood up again. At that moment, the shockwave of a violent explosion came from the fight between the rest of the team and the abomination further down the creek. A numbing, whining sound from the initial crack of Robert's attack rang in Emilia's ears, but slowly faded away. Everything was intensely bright for a brief moment as if the sun had broken through the dark clouds above.

Robert's inferno and Scylla's barrage of penetrating beams marked the final end of the horrid monstrosity. The thing abruptly became lifeless. A loose gurgling sound escaped the various exits of the beast, as it fell over into the barren creek, which slowly had its water return from various places. The remainder of the tiny insects and tree husks quickly scattered, fleeing in all directions, being killed off by entrenched soldiers of the World Eaters battalion. The previous order that Emilia had given was still in effect, even if she could not see the abomination die. The team was to rendezvous at the ResDiv Portable Research Station. From there, they could finally continue into the city.

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what I got back in the form of a post

Emilia watched as the shadows twisted and contorted in the darkness, her eyes narrowed and focused on her target. A hulking beast, unlike any she had encountered before, lurked just beyond the edge of her vision. She knew that hesitation could be the difference between life and death, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of uncertainty. This creature seemed different, more cunning and dangerous than the Stigma monsters she had faced before.

As she took a deep breath, the air around her grew charged with tension. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and she felt the familiar power of the spirits within her begin to stir. She listened intently, her senses heightened, as the creature's heavy breathing and the rustling of leaves betrayed its movements. The moment of uncertainty faded, replaced by a steely determination.

"Alright, you ugly bastard, let's dance," Emilia muttered under her breath, gripping her combat blade tightly.

In a flash, she leaped forward, the ground beneath her feet exploding with the force of her jump. As she closed the distance between her and the creature, she called upon the spirits to aid her in the fight. A whirlwind of air and energy enveloped her blade, humming with power and anticipation.

The creature, sensing her approach, turned to face her with a guttural snarl. Its eyes glinted with a malevolent intelligence that sent a shiver down her spine. This was no ordinary beast—it was something far more dangerous.

As Emilia descended upon her foe, she swung her blade with deadly precision, aiming for the creature's exposed neck. However, the beast proved to be faster than she had anticipated. With a swift, fluid motion, it dodged her strike and countered with a vicious swipe of its claws.

Emilia barely managed to twist her body out of harm's way, the creature's claws grazing her side as she somersaulted through the air. She landed with a grunt, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as pain flared in her side.

"Damn it," she cursed, quickly assessing the damage. The wound was superficial, but it would slow her down if she wasn't careful.

Refusing to let the pain distract her, Emilia charged forward again, her blade slicing through the air as she engaged the creature in a deadly dance. With each strike and counterstrike, it became clear that this battle was far from a simple skirmish. It was a test of wills, of strength and agility, and of the bond between Aeon and spirits.

As their battle raged on, Emilia could feel her energy waning, but she refused to back down. With one final, desperate surge of power, she called upon the spirits within her to unleash a devastating blow.

The air around her blade crackled with energy as she brought it down upon the creature, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through the air. The beast let out a pained, enraged howl as it fell to the ground, defeated and mortally wounded.

Emilia stood over her fallen foe, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. She knew that this victory was hard-won, but it was only a small part of the greater conflict that raged on in Libra. As she turned to leave, she couldn't help but wonder what other challenges lay ahead, and whether she would be able to face them with the same determination and strength she had shown today.

I'm not the best writer, to say the least, but there's certainly a noticeable difference.

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Aye, I've used Wombo before. It's quite amazing for a free model. I see they've updated things quite a bit since last I used it.

Yeah, there is this interesting parameter in Midj called 'chaos' that you can add. It sort of shakes things up even further based on what you put into it, so you can get quite different results.

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Fun, isn't it?

Some orc results

So, 'hafling' just gives me some kind of man-baby, heh. No idea if this is what you thought about.

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And some detective results.

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