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I thought razor-tipped meant the edges were especially sharp (and the entire card was made of something other than what they normally use to make cards), not that they had actual razor blades attached.
Inuyasha said if you crank up the heat to 1000 Celcius youre probably going to damn near kill yourself.
Is that from the mental strain or the temperature being 1000 degrees Celsius? I know I put a maximum temperature on Sebastian's pyrokinesis, but it's not going to be that hot most of the time (my focus was more on his control).
Alice in Wonderland? Kingdom Hearts?
Edit: @WatermelonTango: I'm glad you like it! It's much closer to his original version too, now that I think about it.
Edit: @WatermelonTango: I'm glad you like it! It's much closer to his original version too, now that I think about it.
Edited my CS.
"Are you sure you don't want an escort to Ferremis?" The ranger—Laisa, he reminded himself—looked concerned. "It's not that far out of our way."
"I'll be fine," Devon said, remembering to give a reassuring smile at the last minute. The wizard—Melchior— had insisted he present a friendly face to others while he was travelling with their group. That had apparently consisted of smiling (properly) at appropriate moments, asking polite questions and providing reassurance when taking on jobs. Then again, it had resulted in the stones currently in his pouch and vest pocket and embedded in his gloves, so maybe there was something to his advice.
Melchior nodded. "Good luck with your hive."
"Thank you," Devon said. At least his smile felt more real this time. With a final wave at the two adventurers, he set out for Stonecrest Mountains. According to the map, this was the safest route to Ferremis, where he could report to the branch of the guild there and stay for a few weeks. And, of course, negotiate matters regarding his hive.
Several hours later he was beginning to wish he'd taken Laisa's offer. The snow was coming down fast in the mountains, and he shivered. To make matters worse, it was getting dark and there were no inns nearby that he could see. At least the bees were safe, suspended in the stone enchantments and placed snugly in his pouch. Each stone contained around seventy or eighty bees, which was the most Melchior had been able to apply the spell to simultaneously before it simply refused to take. The hornets were much fewer in number; the stones embedded in his leather gloves and jostling in his vest pockets contained around twenty of them each.
He didn't like hornets. Bees were useful, only stinging to protect the rest of the hive and even then as a last resort. Hornets were pests, pure and simple, and they stung repeatedly. Much more vindictive.
As he was considering the best place to camp for the night, he spotted a sign. "Warm food and good service, some of the time?" He read out loud. "I don't care about service. I'll take the warm food." There was a light up ahead, probably the inn. He set off to follow it, trudging through the snow with some difficulty. The cold wind blew at his neck, and he began to wish he had a scarf.
Eventually he came to an inn, lighted from the inside. It wasn't the biggest he'd seen, but it looked cozy and inviting. The name was strange though. What was unorthodox about it? He imagined a safe haven for orcs and trolls, other inhuman beasts. A hive of scum and villainy. He snorted to himself. Real hives were much more organised than that.
"Welcome to The Unorthodoxy!" A dwarf said as he entered. Devon stared at him. "That is the name on your door, yes. How much for a room?" Between his payment and the gold the villagers had handed over for handling their bee problem, he wouldn't have any problem with money for a while.
"I'll be fine," Devon said, remembering to give a reassuring smile at the last minute. The wizard—Melchior— had insisted he present a friendly face to others while he was travelling with their group. That had apparently consisted of smiling (properly) at appropriate moments, asking polite questions and providing reassurance when taking on jobs. Then again, it had resulted in the stones currently in his pouch and vest pocket and embedded in his gloves, so maybe there was something to his advice.
Melchior nodded. "Good luck with your hive."
"Thank you," Devon said. At least his smile felt more real this time. With a final wave at the two adventurers, he set out for Stonecrest Mountains. According to the map, this was the safest route to Ferremis, where he could report to the branch of the guild there and stay for a few weeks. And, of course, negotiate matters regarding his hive.
Several hours later he was beginning to wish he'd taken Laisa's offer. The snow was coming down fast in the mountains, and he shivered. To make matters worse, it was getting dark and there were no inns nearby that he could see. At least the bees were safe, suspended in the stone enchantments and placed snugly in his pouch. Each stone contained around seventy or eighty bees, which was the most Melchior had been able to apply the spell to simultaneously before it simply refused to take. The hornets were much fewer in number; the stones embedded in his leather gloves and jostling in his vest pockets contained around twenty of them each.
He didn't like hornets. Bees were useful, only stinging to protect the rest of the hive and even then as a last resort. Hornets were pests, pure and simple, and they stung repeatedly. Much more vindictive.
As he was considering the best place to camp for the night, he spotted a sign. "Warm food and good service, some of the time?" He read out loud. "I don't care about service. I'll take the warm food." There was a light up ahead, probably the inn. He set off to follow it, trudging through the snow with some difficulty. The cold wind blew at his neck, and he began to wish he had a scarf.
Eventually he came to an inn, lighted from the inside. It wasn't the biggest he'd seen, but it looked cozy and inviting. The name was strange though. What was unorthodox about it? He imagined a safe haven for orcs and trolls, other inhuman beasts. A hive of scum and villainy. He snorted to himself. Real hives were much more organised than that.
"Welcome to The Unorthodoxy!" A dwarf said as he entered. Devon stared at him. "That is the name on your door, yes. How much for a room?" Between his payment and the gold the villagers had handed over for handling their bee problem, he wouldn't have any problem with money for a while.
Got ninja'd. Thanks, Ispep (really).
That would be the obvious choice, yes. Damn, I'm getting predictable.
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@nonsequiter: Everything looks good, aside from the way he became insane. It doesn't really have anything to do with his power (it doesn't have to, but it should be loosely irelated), and I dont think him getting lightly bullied is enough to drive him insane. Kids get bullied all the time in school and none turn in to blood thirsty maniacs. Yeh, that's all you really need to fix. Also you said he's a staunch believer in God? Does that mean he's going to be obsessed with god, cause that'd be pretty cool.
It...wasn't light bullying. Sustained ostracizing, getting shoved and yelled at, having his arm slammed in a locker, for a few examples. And it went on for three years. I agree about the bloodthirsty maniac thing though. Would burning them in the heat of the moment (pun kind of intended) be acceptable?
Now I'm not so sure what loosely related means. Does fire have to come into it somehow? That's workable for me, but I'd like to confirm it. (Side note here: the "insanity" thing kind of reminded me of the trigger events from Worm, so I tried to make the circumstance match his type of power, which in this case would be "implicit threat but not immediate harm". Does actual harm have to come in for this?)
EDIT: I'll fix the link when I'm back at a computer. And he's going to have some religion-influenced delusions too.
Thanks for making me use google translate, guys.
Name: Sebastian "Scars" Penrose
Age: 19
Anything different from picture above?: Arms and lower legs covered in scars, mostly thin white lines but there are also small round burn marks in various stages of healing and broader faded lines.
Magic Power: Pyrokinesis. While his range is not that great (around 15 metres, with uninterrupted line-of-sight required beyond a two-metre radius), his flames can reach temperatures up to 3000 degrees Celsius and he has exceptional control over them, being able to determine their precise temperature, shape and size.
Cause of Insanity: In high school he began to realise that he wasn't attracted to girls. He tried to confide in a friend, but word spread to the rest of the school. After a prolonged bullying campaign, three of the main ringleaders cornered him after school, taunting him about his scars. Two of them pinned his arms to the wall while the third pulled out a lighter and threatened to give him some real scars. As they were burning him, he struggled at first until his best friend walked out, saw Sebastian and continued walking. After that he went limp and started laughing, unnerving the bullies enough to let him go. That night his powers surfaced. The next day at school he waited until the bullies started up again and sent a wall of fire exploding outwards. The result was several extensive third degree burns, three amputations and Sebastian getting sent to Smile Asylum.
Insanity Traits: Hyper-vigilance, anxiety, an obsession with fire, homicidal ideation associated with delusions of being an instrument of God tasked with scourging hypocrisy and sin from the world.
Country of origin: Portland, Oregon (USA)
Backstory/History: Sebastian grew up in a fundamentalist Christian family and the fear of hell was already deeply ingrained by the time he was six. When he was outed in high school his parents made it clear that he would be on his own as soon as he turned eighteen. As luck would have it, that happened a year earlier when he became insane. His parents sent him to the asylum to get rid of him. He doesn't miss them.
Personality: Normally shy, anxious and eager to please, he becomes cold and somewhat sadistic when he uses his pyrokinesis.
How long has your character been in Smile Asylum?: Two years.
Trinkets: A tattered bible, signed by his sixth grade Sunday School class. His best friend's name is just below his own.
Age: 19
Anything different from picture above?: Arms and lower legs covered in scars, mostly thin white lines but there are also small round burn marks in various stages of healing and broader faded lines.
Magic Power: Pyrokinesis. While his range is not that great (around 15 metres, with uninterrupted line-of-sight required beyond a two-metre radius), his flames can reach temperatures up to 3000 degrees Celsius and he has exceptional control over them, being able to determine their precise temperature, shape and size.
Cause of Insanity: In high school he began to realise that he wasn't attracted to girls. He tried to confide in a friend, but word spread to the rest of the school. After a prolonged bullying campaign, three of the main ringleaders cornered him after school, taunting him about his scars. Two of them pinned his arms to the wall while the third pulled out a lighter and threatened to give him some real scars. As they were burning him, he struggled at first until his best friend walked out, saw Sebastian and continued walking. After that he went limp and started laughing, unnerving the bullies enough to let him go. That night his powers surfaced. The next day at school he waited until the bullies started up again and sent a wall of fire exploding outwards. The result was several extensive third degree burns, three amputations and Sebastian getting sent to Smile Asylum.
Insanity Traits: Hyper-vigilance, anxiety, an obsession with fire, homicidal ideation associated with delusions of being an instrument of God tasked with scourging hypocrisy and sin from the world.
Country of origin: Portland, Oregon (USA)
Backstory/History: Sebastian grew up in a fundamentalist Christian family and the fear of hell was already deeply ingrained by the time he was six. When he was outed in high school his parents made it clear that he would be on his own as soon as he turned eighteen. As luck would have it, that happened a year earlier when he became insane. His parents sent him to the asylum to get rid of him. He doesn't miss them.
Personality: Normally shy, anxious and eager to please, he becomes cold and somewhat sadistic when he uses his pyrokinesis.
How long has your character been in Smile Asylum?: Two years.
Trinkets: A tattered bible, signed by his sixth grade Sunday School class. His best friend's name is just below his own.
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