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Lets try this again, Once more into the rapids that are group rps. Perhaps I will find the one that doesn't end a waterfall.
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I hope my post was enough to convey a general interest in the situation.
The luster of the dark emerald limo demanded attention despite the rather reserved nature of its passenger. While she herself said little her attire would suggest the contrary. Her right side was exposed, provocative and showing a confidence required of those with status. In stark contrast her left looked as if was modeled after the dresses of royalty. The black and red ensemble tied in nicely with her hair and her piercings.
As with the others a chuffer opened the door. Stepping out, Zephornial Nolluxian tried her best to not make herself seem as egocentric as she appeared. But with each step the metallic jingle of her chained boots screamed out for attention. Rather than dwell on it she allowed her eyes to look about, trying to gather what she could about her surroundings. The buildings struck her as an odd design choice but not something to far fetched when one thinks of what it represents. What did merit her attention was the strange assortment that was to be her allies.
She found it somewhat humorous how easy it was to tell the backgrounds of most of them just by their attitudes and dress. (Herself included.) As the setting began to sink in Zeph made her way over to the man on the stairs, and towards the front of the gathering.
As with the others a chuffer opened the door. Stepping out, Zephornial Nolluxian tried her best to not make herself seem as egocentric as she appeared. But with each step the metallic jingle of her chained boots screamed out for attention. Rather than dwell on it she allowed her eyes to look about, trying to gather what she could about her surroundings. The buildings struck her as an odd design choice but not something to far fetched when one thinks of what it represents. What did merit her attention was the strange assortment that was to be her allies.
She found it somewhat humorous how easy it was to tell the backgrounds of most of them just by their attitudes and dress. (Herself included.) As the setting began to sink in Zeph made her way over to the man on the stairs, and towards the front of the gathering.
Oh my goodness, so far so fast. I will get a post up!
Apperance 
Name:Zephornial "Zeph" Nolluxian
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Grid:Principle
Secret Gift: Space manipulation (More or less portals) Zeph uses a rather confusing gift that allows her to create bends that seem to connect places that had no physical association with one another. This ability does not eliminate forces such as inertia, however shifts in gravity can occur. (When one steps forward and is now parallel the ground, gravity is quick to reclaim its grasp.)
Weapon of Choice: Garrote and a singular 7inch rather unique tempered blade.
Gear: While not exactly unique, Zeph's garb is obviously modified, the right side allowed more mobility.
Bio: Raised in a environment that many would be envious of, Zeph saw it as her own personal hell. The community was boring, the people worse. Political battles settled as fast as they began, status determining your identity. It was when she was 13 she learned a way to alleviate the growing rage. While away from prying eyes, a jealous child attempted to take out his misfortunes on the young Zeph and show her her place. Zeph took a singular punch, and the pain filled her forced the boiling rage to spill over. As the boy pulled back his arm to take a second swing at the girl, Zeph had pulled her golden hair pin from her hair...A strange sound that could be compared to breaking an undercooked egg filled the quiet room. The boys eyes dilated, and a singular bloody tear ran down the slope of his nose. Rather than panic at her actions, she merely informed her parents as to allow them the time to clean up. She struggled internally with this new found demon, is it a lust for blood or a means to correct the foolish lifestyles of the cattle? Several incidents of missing persons drew the attention of the authorities, but in an odd turn of events ended with the "good guys" being her haven from the good guys.
Habits (Optional):Sharpening...things. Tends to use whatever she can to draw whatever she finds attractive at that time.
Theme Song (Optional):https://youtu.be/XynTyxleH1Q[/url]
Name:Zephornial "Zeph" Nolluxian
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Grid:Principle
Secret Gift: Space manipulation (More or less portals) Zeph uses a rather confusing gift that allows her to create bends that seem to connect places that had no physical association with one another. This ability does not eliminate forces such as inertia, however shifts in gravity can occur. (When one steps forward and is now parallel the ground, gravity is quick to reclaim its grasp.)
Weapon of Choice: Garrote and a singular 7inch rather unique tempered blade.
Gear: While not exactly unique, Zeph's garb is obviously modified, the right side allowed more mobility.
Bio: Raised in a environment that many would be envious of, Zeph saw it as her own personal hell. The community was boring, the people worse. Political battles settled as fast as they began, status determining your identity. It was when she was 13 she learned a way to alleviate the growing rage. While away from prying eyes, a jealous child attempted to take out his misfortunes on the young Zeph and show her her place. Zeph took a singular punch, and the pain filled her forced the boiling rage to spill over. As the boy pulled back his arm to take a second swing at the girl, Zeph had pulled her golden hair pin from her hair...A strange sound that could be compared to breaking an undercooked egg filled the quiet room. The boys eyes dilated, and a singular bloody tear ran down the slope of his nose. Rather than panic at her actions, she merely informed her parents as to allow them the time to clean up. She struggled internally with this new found demon, is it a lust for blood or a means to correct the foolish lifestyles of the cattle? Several incidents of missing persons drew the attention of the authorities, but in an odd turn of events ended with the "good guys" being her haven from the good guys.
Habits (Optional):Sharpening...things. Tends to use whatever she can to draw whatever she finds attractive at that time.
Theme Song (Optional):https://youtu.be/XynTyxleH1Q[/url]
Wow, I will try to hang with you guys but you guys really are active. I will make sure to try and get post in on my phone
It will take me some time to draw another person. How long do I have?
To answer the portal question, a mixture of that and Quan-chi
To answer the portal question, a mixture of that and Quan-chi
If you hate it no worries, just thought I would go ahead and try.
Apperance 
Name:Zephornial "Zeph" Nolluxian
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Grid:Principle
Secret Gift: Space manipulation (More or less portals) Zeph uses a rather confusing gift that allows her to create bends that seem to connect places that had no physical association with one another. This ability does not eliminate forces such as inertia, however shifts in gravity can occur. (When one steps forward and is now parallel the ground, gravity is quick to reclaim its grasp.)
Weapon of Choice: Garrote and a singular 7inch rather unique tempered blade.
Gear: While not exactly unique, Zeph's garb is obviously modified, the right side allowed more mobility.
Bio: Raised in a environment that many would be envious of, Zeph saw it as her own personal hell. The community was boring, the people worse. Political battles settled as fast as they began, status determining your identity. It was when she was 13 she learned a way to alleviate the growing rage. While away from prying eyes, a jealous child attempted to take out his misfortunes on the young Zeph and show her her place. Zeph took a singular punch, and the pain filled her forced the boiling rage to spill over. As the boy pulled back his arm to take a second swing at the girl, Zeph had pulled her golden hair pin from her hair...A strange sound that could be compared to breaking an undercooked egg filled the quiet room. The boys eyes dilated, and a singular bloody tear ran down the slope of his nose. Rather than panic at her actions, she merely informed her parents as to allow them the time to clean up. She struggled internally with this new found demon, is it a lust for blood or a means to correct the foolish lifestyles of the cattle? Several incidents of missing persons drew the attention of the authorities, but in an odd turn of events ended with the "good guys" being her haven from the good guys.
Habits (Optional):Sharpening...things. Tends to use whatever she can to draw whatever she finds attractive at that time.
Theme Song (Optional):https://youtu.be/XynTyxleH1Q[/url]
Name:Zephornial "Zeph" Nolluxian
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Grid:Principle
Secret Gift: Space manipulation (More or less portals) Zeph uses a rather confusing gift that allows her to create bends that seem to connect places that had no physical association with one another. This ability does not eliminate forces such as inertia, however shifts in gravity can occur. (When one steps forward and is now parallel the ground, gravity is quick to reclaim its grasp.)
Weapon of Choice: Garrote and a singular 7inch rather unique tempered blade.
Gear: While not exactly unique, Zeph's garb is obviously modified, the right side allowed more mobility.
Bio: Raised in a environment that many would be envious of, Zeph saw it as her own personal hell. The community was boring, the people worse. Political battles settled as fast as they began, status determining your identity. It was when she was 13 she learned a way to alleviate the growing rage. While away from prying eyes, a jealous child attempted to take out his misfortunes on the young Zeph and show her her place. Zeph took a singular punch, and the pain filled her forced the boiling rage to spill over. As the boy pulled back his arm to take a second swing at the girl, Zeph had pulled her golden hair pin from her hair...A strange sound that could be compared to breaking an undercooked egg filled the quiet room. The boys eyes dilated, and a singular bloody tear ran down the slope of his nose. Rather than panic at her actions, she merely informed her parents as to allow them the time to clean up. She struggled internally with this new found demon, is it a lust for blood or a means to correct the foolish lifestyles of the cattle? Several incidents of missing persons drew the attention of the authorities, but in an odd turn of events ended with the "good guys" being her haven from the good guys.
Habits (Optional):Sharpening...things. Tends to use whatever she can to draw whatever she finds attractive at that time.
Theme Song (Optional):https://youtu.be/XynTyxleH1Q[/url]
Wow this ooc moves fast. I am a tad overwhelmed for someone trying to get back into the swing of things. I wish you the best of luck, and aplogize if this causes you a problem.
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