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Thora Herschel

Academy Grounds, 'Proving Gounds

Showing off their abilities, really? Well... She really hoped they were not expecting her to show off some kind of traditional water dance, because, oh boy, they were going to be disappointed.
With a sigh, she hopped off her boulder and, as one of the first students, she headed down into her assigned square.

Not even a single sign of tension was visible in either her body or her face as she unhinged her water gun from her back and softly settled it into her hands. She then sat down on the stony ground fiddling with her contraption.

I should have brought something else other than this..., she thought solemnly. Maybe I can adjust this a little bit to give them a bit of a show...

A slightly devious smirk played on her features as she quickly took apart her gun and reassembled it after adjusting some settings. Then, she stood tall... well as tall as she could, which was, admittedly pretty very puny. The gun that now lay in her hands was, compared to her, positively gigantic, a musket, though very primitive looking, that made her look slightly silly, but kind of even fit a bit.

She twirled the musket in her hands, thereby signalling everybody that her show was about to start. Then she opened the central cylinder and turned it upside down, showing that it was, indeed, empty.
With a sweet, but sly smile, she curtsied. Her eyes began to intensely focus.

Just a second later, without anything moving out of her hands, she aimed upwards and a small fountain of water sprang forth, a couple of feet into the air before cascading down all around her. Suddenly, with a very concentrated look and a bit of a crank on a handle, the water fountain coming out of her gun changed colour. First, dark blue, then purple, then pink, red, yellow, green and finally turquoise to light blue.
She hesitated a bit, seeming to catch her breath for a second while the colour of the water returned to normal.

When she had recovered a little bit, though she tried to make it show that it did not affect her that much, a grin gripped her facial features, which soon gave way for another bout of concentrated-face.

The fountain still springing from her gun started to shimmer, the water again changing colour, but this time, it was different...
instead of all of the water changing colour, only a part of the water in the fountain springing from her gun changed to red. Then another part changed to orange, another to yellow, et cetera, until the whole fountain was one giant rainbow of colours. Then, the colours switched places. First, slowly, then faster and faster until it looked as fluid as an animation movie.

The stream sputtered, then interrupted, but only for a moment before spewing forth again, only to be interrupted a moment later. Each spatter of water had a different colour, the drops chasing each other into the air, then being forced back down by gravity again, but splitting up on the way down to act as a water shield enclosing Thora in a swirling shield of liquid.

She stopped.

Thora lowered her weapon, then marched a bit forwards eyeing her square and picking out a target, before aiming at that once more pointing the musket at her chosen objective, a solid granite stele.
Her stance shifted to something that looked as if she was bracing for somebody to tackle her, her face grimacing in something that could resemble pain...

And then she let loose.

A mighty torrent of water escaped the musket for just one second, crashing into the column in its dead centre eroding away so much of the material, that a very noticeable notch curved the stone inwards.
Thora on the other hand, did not fare much better herself. The water pressure immediately threw her back an entire body-length, which she slid backwards on her feet before toppling over backwards when she slowed down.
She managed to rescue herself by dropping the gun, stretching out her hands and pushing herself off with said hands until she landed, the right way around, back on her feet with a involuntary backflip for style points.

Though she landed safely, her chest heaved and she had her hands on her thighs, her body bent downwards.
She looked up, a soft, but exhausted smile on her lips, now no longer sinister, but genuinely satisfied. The little girl nobody noticed before, had announced that she was here now.

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Hi peeps ~ I'm still alive, not to worry. I'm sorry I just disappeared without notice. ;~; Zafi will be back eventually.

@Aiyanna

Welcome back :3
I am new in this group, but still!
More people~!

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I added a theme track to Thora's CS... cuz fun! ^.^

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@Saltwater Thief
Of course! I mean, it does say "signups open", does it not?
Just throw a CS on here and we'll judge it ^^

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Zel fell asleep on me while chatting xP
He be tired boy. :D

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*patiently waits for post*

*watches the site go a bit potato*

We could always farm these server potatoes until the post arrives.

Cause' i mean, infinite French Fries, amirite? :P

@Crusader Lord

Mhhhh, french fries. <3

^.^

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Thora

Academy Grounds, Underground

It was not that unusual that nobody had noticed Thora's presence in the last three months. She was, all in all, quite the unremarkable girl, if it weren't for her toolbox mounted on her hips.
Today, however, she was also carrying an oddly gun shaped contraption on her back as she descended into the tunnels underneath the academy.

Of course she knew that, if her abilities were to be tested and graded, she would probably fail. But according to her mother's wish, her grades did not matter, not much at least. Getting kicked out of school was not necessarily what her parents sent her here for.

She rolled her eyes as she strode further into the deepness, shaking her head to get her thoughts to stop wandering about. Thora needed to focus. The last test of her gun went fairly well, but there were several kinks that she still needed to work on, especially when it came to focusing the beam.

Even as more and more people came into sight, Thora did not pay them any heed, she was only focused on her water gun, which she was now closely inspecting the muzzle of.
The patterns with which the stream erupted from said muzzle was too erratic for her. It would work, sure, but it was not efficient enough. In all honesty, it could not be efficient enough. Only when the stream would come out with exactly 0° deviation would she be really be satisfied, which she knew, was pretty much impossible. Nevertheless, she would try her best to achieve as little wobble as possible.

Arriving at the central chamber, Thora leaned against a wall and mustered the cave extensively. Whatever ability tests they were going to pull here, this complex would do, she hoped.
The only thing she could now reliably do with what she had on hand was target practice... though, if pressed, she could probably also construct something to help her in some way with whatever chicanery the teachers had come up with.

Usually, in class, nobody cared about her and she didn't either. She reckoned, that everybody had probably already forgotten that she ever existed, not that her seat in the back of the class helped her with that feat in any sort of way. On the contrary, her being as tiny as she was, and in class often occupied with other things, probably not even the teachers really noticed her, which could be a good thing... or a bad thing... Not that she really cared about that either.

She looked over her rather clunky and crude looking gun one more time, before she found herself a nice tall stone slab to sit on and stare at all the others from her raised platform.
That she hasn't made contact with a lot of her classmates, she sometimes does regret... sometimes. Yes, sometimes. Only sometimes.

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@PyroDash888 Some nerd. I'll take my cookie now.

@Zelosse

Nope ;P

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By the way, guys... if you ever find out who my inspiration for Thora was, you get a cookie. A very nice cookie ^.^

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Thora Herschel

Thora Herschel

Age:

14

Element:

Water
(Though currently she can only use her element through the contraptions she builds)

Appearance:

Thora Stands at a measly 4'9", though her height does not bother her at all, she likes being small as it allows her more flexibility in her repairs.

Personality:

One thing that is immediately noticeable when encountering Thora is, that she is silent. According to her life's motto, every word you speak, is a breath you could have saved for actually doing something productive. Now that she has lived so long under that motto already, it is hard for her to talk at all. Instead, she will use gestures to communicate or, in the extremest circumstances, she might use a single word or two.
This, of course, makes her seem cold, distant and aloof, which is only partly true.
It might be right, that she is usually quite distant, but she is, to the extend that is possible for somebody who doesn't speak, fairly caring towards people that managed to creep into her heart.
Those people will, then, also get physical attention from her, aka pats on the back or even a hug or two.

Another reason why she can seem distant, is her desire to constantly tinker with something. From fixing tech-stuff to building her own contraptions, which can seem very steampunk-y. In these, she uses her water abilities to pump the water through pipes and valves to generate force or power for whatever the purpose of her machines.
Outside of these contraptions, her elemental abilities are very limited, which, despite her seemingly being content with just her contraptions, annoys her a lot.

Even though she doesn't talk, she can be very vocal about her annoyances, letting out disgruntled noises and having a quite expressive face, though, she more often than not looks miffed, even if she isn't really.

History:

Born in northern Germany to a family of engineers, Thora grew up travelling around the world with her parents and being along a lot of the times. As such, she, from a young age on, had to learn to be self-sufficient. At some point, when she was around eight, she started to tinker on old electronic devices her parents did not need anymore as a distraction and to waste some time. Never did she know before, that it would be so much fun for her and became almost her entire day from that point on.
Although both her parents were rarely around, her father and mother were both proud of her and, in their spare time, taught her a lot of the things she might need to know.
It was during that time, that she started to construct things on her own. At some point, she realized, she could manipulate water to some degree, but a lot more when she used it in the things she built.
Of course, she was rather unaware of the consequences her abilities could bring her, but nobody, not even her parents noticed for a while, as her powers were too weak to notice outside her contraptions.

One day, though, not long after she turned fourteen, her mother, understandably quite shocked, found her fiddling with a metal press she built herself which was physically being powered by her water ability.
Scared of anybody else finding out her powers, they decided, with a heavy heart, to send her to the Academy for training and, especially, safekeeping.

Equipment:

Her trusty box of her favourite tools
A self-constructed "water gun"

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