Regitnui

Epic City: Starburst

Spectrum disentangled herself from Dragon and practically tackled Alex, her skin a marbled mess of blue and red. "You disappeared and I was so worried and I needed to talk to you and you weren't there and..." She rambled on, holding tightly onto her friend as if letting go would let her disappear again.

It fell to Dragon to make the introductions, then. He walked over to Xoxi, only a stray glance towards the window hinting at the worry and fear beneath his calm exterior. Holding out a hand, he paused slightly when he noticed her disability. "Hi, I'm Dragon Heart. The glowing woman is Spectrum, my girlfriend, and the little girl with the creepy cat is Charlotte, our..." He looked back at her, mouthing the word "sidekick", then "ward". The third word he thought of didn't make it to his lips. "Our charge."

A flaming pillar appeared in the sky for the second time today, and it took visible effort for Dragon not to investigate it. "Where'd Alex find you?" He asked Xoxi, offering, "Coffee, hot chocolate, tea?" Spectrum, at the sound of hot chocolate, let go of Alex. Mostly. She still had an arm around the other woman's shoulder, and she waved over Charlotte for a proper introduction.

"I told you about the whole thing with Blacklight, didn't I?" She asked, putting a hand on Charlotte's shoulder. "Well, this is Charlotte. She makes things move." Lowering her voice and leaning a little closer, Spectrum added, "That freaky cat over there is hers. It talks like an Alice in Wonderland book."

@Old Amsterdam@TheHangedMan

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Dian hissed in pain as the thinly stretched skin on her claws met the Vice Claw. She pulled back, retracting them until she could suck on them like any other child with a burn. "That hurt, asshole!" She shouted. Her other hand split down the middle, pinning down Magus and sweeping him to the side. When he was against what remained of her palm, it took hardly any concentration to shut off his eyes while she concentrated on the teen with the flaming arm.

Mimic gasped somewhere off to the side. "Ooh. That's pretty." With almost oblivious unconcern, she walked right up to Vice, putting more hip movement into walking that was strictly necessary. "I don't think you're on the list either, and that's really, really, cool." She drawled the last words until they were practically dropping with arousal. "Dian, you can have Gandalf."

Her exposed skin began to darken, reaching a blue-black shade of frostbite as she leaned close to Vice. "I want this one." Mimic ran her fingers along the boy's jawline, the slight difference in their heights making it easy for her to draw his eyes down to her chest. "Yes, you. I want you and your beautiful arm." Her face grimaced with pain as she touched Vice's shoulder, the flames of the claw licking her hand.

"You're disgusting," Dian protested, sounding for all the world like a child who'd seen her sister making out. Retracting her fingers until they were scalpel small and scalpel sharp, she reverted to her normal schoolgirl appearance. "Hey, Mister," she said, walking towards the blinded Magus, "do you wanna play with me? I like playing Doctor. You be the patient!" She grabbed his hand in one of hers, cutting the skin shallowly in four neat lines. "Want anaesthetic?"

Epic City: Starburst

@Sedjwick The High Electric still has an opinion on who's getting involve when, and the pair have split up. Mimic is on the hunt for Dragon and Spectrum. And Dian Cecht can rearrange Magus' organs as soon as she touches him.

Epic City: Starburst

@RoflsMazoy You can help Magus against Dian Cecht.

Maximum Ride RP

Avril

Name: Avril

Um... I'm nothing special, not really.
Theme Song: I Wanna Live in a World full of Heroes | Font Color: a0410d | Experiment No. 098
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Date of Birth: April 26
Physical Appearance:
Despite being short, Avril is a rather curvy young woman, much to her anxiety. She favours baggy, plain clothes, concealing as much of herself as she can. She wears blue jeans, a blue sweater twice her size (it covers her hands too), and has a surprisingly wide selection of beanies. She wears beanies whatever the weather, even under a hoodie.
She needs the glasses after an experiment done on her, though she can't remember what the experiment was or when it was done. They're the other thing she likes about her appearance. Her glasses remind her of one of the few happy memories of her life, when the whitecoats felt sorry enough for her that they treated her like a child for a grand total of three days; just long enough for her to get used to it. The withdrawal of that affection and care left her convinced that she didn't ever deserve it. She's been haunted by dark thoughts ever since.
Personality:
Avril has little self-confidence, and quickly quails under the slightest bit of bullying, or even a stern request. Her long quiet spells and lack of energy might mean she has depression, though the whitecoats are unconcerned as long as she keeps doing what she's told. Her dearest wish is to be left alone in her fantasies, and she flinches at the sound of her name and will hide from people looking for her, no matter their intentions.
On the other hand, she is wildly imaginative, her most prized possession being a book full of fantasy races and monsters she sometimes pretends are her friends or enemies. In her rare moments of defiance, she's called the whitecoats 'liches' or 'kytons'. She can make up stories off the top of her head, but needs a lot of encouragement to think that anyone is actually enjoying what she comes up with.
Strengths:
Her imagination makes her a skilled strategist.
Weaknesses:
As stated above, has no self-confidence. Any sort of attention scares her.
Mutant Powers:
Avril has a chemical in her bodily fluids that is a mild narcotic. Though she's unaffected by it, other people are flooded with good feelings upon touching or being touched by her. This makes the whitecoats harsher towards her, and as a result feeds her self-hatred.
Wing Appearance:
Plain, drab brown.
Background Story:
If Avril ever had parents, she's never heard from or seen them. Her earliest memories are of sitting in a small white room on a bed with a screen showing cartoons in front of her and a single stuffed toy. She can't remember what the toy was, or what happened to it, except as something she used to love. Her memories are full of experiments, with whitecoats of various temperments passing in and out of her life until they're all one blur of shouting and orders. She can't remember when she got her wings or her power, just another part of the experiments that she was subjected to.
Each symptom of growing up was met with the same resigned fear that every experiment result caused her, from burns to not being able to see properly. The incident that made her need glasses only sticks out for the brief period of care she was given; a new room, no tests, and a friendly whitecoat whose face became what Avril pictures when the word 'mother' is mentioned. When she disappeared too, leaving only the book and Avril's thick-rimmed glasses, Avril retreated further into her depression, where she stays to this day.

Maximum Ride RP

@Natascha, this came out darker than I thought...

Avril

Name: Avril

Um... I'm nothing special, not really.
Theme Song: I Wanna Live in a World full of Heroes | Font Color: a0410d | Experiment No. 098
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Date of Birth: April 26
Physical Appearance:
Despite being short, Avril is a rather curvy young woman, much to her anxiety. She favours baggy, plain clothes, concealing as much of herself as she can. She wears blue jeans, a blue sweater twice her size (it covers her hands too), and has a surprisingly wide selection of beanies. She wears beanies whatever the weather, even under a hoodie.
She needs the glasses after an experiment done on her, though she can't remember what the experiment was or when it was done. They're the other thing she likes about her appearance. Her glasses remind her of one of the few happy memories of her life, when the whitecoats felt sorry enough for her that they treated her like a child for a grand total of three days; just long enough for her to get used to it. The withdrawal of that affection and care left her convinced that she didn't ever deserve it. She's been haunted by dark thoughts ever since.
Personality:
Avril has little self-confidence, and quickly quails under the slightest bit of bullying, or even a stern request. Her long quiet spells and lack of energy might mean she has depression, though the whitecoats are unconcerned as long as she keeps doing what she's told. Her dearest wish is to be left alone in her fantasies, and she flinches at the sound of her name and will hide from people looking for her, no matter their intentions.
On the other hand, she is wildly imaginative, her most prized possession being a book full of fantasy races and monsters she sometimes pretends are her friends or enemies. In her rare moments of defiance, she's called the whitecoats 'liches' or 'kytons'. She can make up stories off the top of her head, but needs a lot of encouragement to think that anyone is actually enjoying what she comes up with.
Strengths:
Her imagination makes her a skilled strategist.
Weaknesses:
As stated above, has no self-confidence. Any sort of attention scares her.
Mutant Powers:
Avril has a chemical in her bodily fluids that is a mild narcotic. Though she's unaffected by it, other people are flooded with good feelings upon touching or being touched by her. This makes the whitecoats harsher towards her, and as a result feeds her self-hatred.
Wing Appearance:
Plain, drab brown.
Background Story:
If Avril ever had parents, she's never heard from or seen them. Her earliest memories are of sitting in a small white room on a bed with a screen showing cartoons in front of her and a single stuffed toy. She can't remember what the toy was, or what happened to it, except as something she used to love. Her memories are full of experiments, with whitecoats of various temperments passing in and out of her life until they're all one blur of shouting and orders. She can't remember when she got her wings or her power, just another part of the experiments that she was subjected to.
Each symptom of growing up was met with the same resigned fear that every experiment result caused her, from burns to not being able to see properly. The incident that made her need glasses only sticks out for the brief period of care she was given; a new room, no tests, and a friendly whitecoat whose face became what Avril pictures when the word 'mother' is mentioned. When she disappeared too, leaving only the book and Avril's thick-rimmed glasses, Avril retreated further into her depression, where she stays to this day.

Maximum Ride RP

@Natascha that was just me sharing the image. I'll have Avril done in a day or two...

Epic City: Starburst

@Riddle Me This Sounds great.

Closed

@Pseudo Stygian, here's a tag because Zeke is a scatterbrain and it leaked onto me.

Closed

The gentle bump of the tram stopping was the only thing that distracted Zeke enough to get off his chair. He took Viola's hand again, only to stop himself from getting lost, but she said it was OK. He liked being close to her anyway. Why that was so was a mystery, but he did. Maybe it was the way her violin kept playing a gentle exploring tune, like they were in a TV show together. Maybe it was the way she seemed to get him, almost like they'd been friends for years. He followed the crowd of older students, keeping close to Viola with her hand... He looked up at her face and checked it was her hand he was holding. It had happened before that he'd taken the wrong person's hand by accident.

Her blue eyes were the right colour, and he smiled at her again. It was lucky she had such distinctive eyes, like the colour of blue tropical seas in summer. When the crowd thinned, the older students somehow all knowing where they planned to go, Zeke looked away from Viola and looked around at the town. His expression went from a gentle smile to a round-eyed wonder. People thought that grey was drab and boring, but the streets beneath the buildings were a hundred different shades, each cobble a different shape and with different shadows. He wanted to take a photo, but that would mean letting go of Viola's hand, and that meant she might get lost...

"Stay with me, ok?" He asked her, as he reluctantly took his hand back and focused on the cobblestone street with the camera. All the people made it difficult to get a clear shot of the street, but he managed to find a gap anyway. He wanted to draw it now, but he had to stay with Viola. He turned around, and had a moment of panic before he identified her clothes and hair. He took her hand again quickly. "Where are we going to go?" he asked her, when she turned around and he could see her pretty eyes again. "There's ice cream somewhere, I think." He had to take a photo of her, he suddenly thought. But here, in front of the station, seemed like it wouldn't fit.

5e D&D - Mines of Phandelver

Ardiane stood up as Kiki did, grabbing the other woman's hand. "No," she said, pulling her back. "You got hurt just fighting the goblins here, and you want to go into their home?" The half-elf looked down, rubbing Kiki's hand. It wasn't like she owned her, or had any right to say what Kiki should be doing, but part of her screamed that this was a bad idea, and that she should stay outside. With Ardiane. Her cheeks went red as some small part of her mind whispered precisely what they could be doing instead of climbing through dirty, filthy goblin cave, but Ardiane didn't have the courage to say anything out loud.

She was concerned, worried for the Halruaan woman with a gap in her armour bigger than Ardiane's hand. And it was only leather armour, not even proper solid metal. The soldiers back home on Moonshae always put on solid metal before hunting monsters. Even the druids had that spell that made their skin like tree bark. She absently put her hand back over the smooth skin where Kiki had been bleeding from not ten minutes ago, and ran her fingers over it. "I don't want you to get hurt..." She murmured, probably only loud enough for the other woman to hear. Ardiane pressed herself against Kiki's side. "You're not going in without me to fix you if you get hurt again."

mechanics

2d20+2 Stealth with advantage: 17