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SALSA VERDE
SALSA VERDE

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Hi, I’m Salsa Verde, arguably the best salsa and formally known as the writer, Syn. I’m a Wildlife Biologist traveling the country looking to work with the coolest: herps, mammals, birds, and invertebrates I can get my hands on. I also like plants, trees, and fungi specifically. I’ve been writing for about 13 years now and recently decided to get back into it. I enjoy anything from casual to high roleplay, 1x1, and arena. My main genres tend to be anime, SOL, and superhero but I’m really down to participate in anything. And yeah I like all that weeb shit.

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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
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C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
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Elmira Heloise Canovis
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November 11th, 2004 | 24 | Caucasian
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Single | Female | Asexual
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Saranac Lake | New York | United States
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House | N/A

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B U I L D || Descriptor(s)
H A I R C O L O U R || Brunette
E Y E C O L O U R || Hazel Green
H E I G H T || 5’6”
W E I G H T || 119 pounds
S C A R S || N/A
T A T T O O S || Patchwork
P I E R C I N G S || Ears, Nose
O T H E R || N/A
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
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D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C
D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C
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Elmira’s style could best be described as a flurry. There isn’t a time in her life that she doesn’t viciously change out her hair color nor swap out her wardrobe all at once. Some days she might look alternative and other days she’ll be draped in an elegant dress and devoid of any piercings. Most often then not however, she can be seen with a shaggy wolf cut. Most of her makeup goes into really mystifying her eyes and portraying them as her most cutting quality. Her style is kind of drab and melancholic, yet addictive and perplexing.

She has several parts of both ears pierced, a conch, industrial bar, multiple lobe piercings, all sat behind a size 00 gauge. Most often those plugs are adorned with dangly earrings to make the most of her accoutrement. Tucked up in her nose is a septum ring she pulls out whenever she’s not in class or around faculty. Her hair cycles from dark brunette, to blonde with her dark roots highlighting her natural color, to a chestnut almost auburn red color. Patchwork tattoos line her arms, a myriad of rings on her hands, with black nail polish that is most often scuffed, litter her fingernails. She cares not for shaving and prefers a more natural appearance, leaving her armpits and legs with tuft hair. She is the girl you think is cool in a really scary way.

M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y
M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y
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Elmira comes across one of two ways. Either she looks and seems a little bit annoyed when you talk to her or she looks really gaunt and disheveled. The former is most likely just due to her brooding and naturally resting bitch face, although she is rather impatient for things that aren’t of immediate importance. The latter being her inability to sleep for more than a few hours, being constantly dehydrated, and could care less about her studies at the university. She’s like a flower who was meant to be planted in the bed of a garden, in the company of other beautiful flora with heaps of sunlight, but instead was planted in a pot that was too small for her rapid growth and kept in a dark closet with a heat lamp as her only source of nutrients.

As far as mannerisms go, she does have one unique characteristic. Any overuse of her powers not only takes a toll on her body, but also causes the hyperpigmentation of her skin. Specifically her hands. This manifests into her epidermis turning a light green color. It’s a few splotches and patches at first, as if you stained the knee portion of your jeans after playing in grass. Then grows into a deeper green that covers the entirety of her palms. Typically this doesn’t last more than a few days, but during that time she likes to wear leather gloves or lace white gloves to divert attention to her green thumb suddenly turned green hands.
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A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S
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H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || T B D
__PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Exoteric
__SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Biological
__POWER SCALE || TBD
__THREAT CLASSIFICATION || TBD

Elmira’s superhuman ability has manifested in the last reminder she has of her parents, florakinesis. In this ability she is able to control the realm of flora and its kingdoms adjacent or otherwise. The power itself has many properties and functions that are only limited by the imagination of the user. Elmira has direct control of the growth and manipulation of current flora on the landscape or those yet fully developed. This takes forms in flowers, roots, seeds, fruit, trees, briars, etc. She directly fuses the flora with HZE ions and allows for the telepathic and physical control of the plants she summons.

When she summons plants she also has the ability to manipulate the properties that flowers have, such as their pollen and the ways they transport their pollen i.e. catapults. There’s also the nature of flowers that emit toxic fumes or contain poisonous matter that she can capitalize on such as hemlock or oleander. She can also control flora in different environments, such as the creation and formation of algae blooms in water, thus being able to create toxins that are harmful to people and animals. Or being able to use heat and fires to allow certain cones to release their seeds. Other applications include using allelochemicals from plants to impede or stop the growth of other organic matter.

While her power is mainly used for offensive feats, she can also use the healing nature of plants to bolster her supportive and defense role if need be. Her applications with flora are seemingly endless with constructs, carnivorous plants, etc. Mother Nature would be proud.

L I M I T A T I O N S || T B D

Elmira’s limitations center around a few things. The most prevalent is the one in regards to sizing in her structures. The spawning of a few flowering plants and vines is no cause for wear or tear on Elmira’s body or energy levels. However, if she were to put all of her power into spawning a nativity of trees or roots so robust and large they could weather an explosion or topple a building then it would put considerable strain on her body and dominate her consciousness to keep it in play.

The other limitations that coincide with her power is what she can control with her hands. Since she can control flora with her mind and touch she uses her arms and feet as a way to create that tethered connection. So anything that requires more than what she can accomplish with two hands is beyond her reach at the moment. An example would be one hand controlling the movement and direction of her plants while the other sprouts flowers from said plants.

W E A K N E S S E S || T B D

Elmira suffers the same weakness in her powers as flora does in the real world. Most of her plants are weak to fire, cold climates, freezing conditions, lack of sunlight, carbon dioxide as a resource, and the rapid growth and aging of her plants that cause them to wither and die. The amount of each that is needed to thwart her plants is based on application, but is a ratio. While these are her weaknesses she likes to believe nature's bounty has some answers to some.
S K I L L S & T A L E N T S
S K I L L S & T A L E N T S
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F I E L D G U I D E || Elmira is a compendium of knowledge in relation to the natural world. She can perfectly identify which wild plants and mushrooms are edible and poisonous. Which animal left what tracks. And what plants can be used for medicinal purposes but topical and ingestible.

S U R V I V A L I S T || Elmira was born in the woods and raised in it. She can forage for herself, can build structurally sound primitive living arrangements with wood and vines. She's an accomplished hunter in both rifle and bow. A sound fly fisher. And an amateur trapper. If anyone could survive with nothing but their clothes, it would be Elmira.

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I L L U S T R A T I O N || Elmira is a rather gifted artist. She began her artistry when she was young as she was always fascinated with the number of field guides that her parents had. She can draw anything from people, to plants, to scientific illustrations, and even food for recipes. Her art from memory is one of her other prized talents.
C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L
C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L
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J U N I P E R B E A D S || Elmira wears a bracelet that is made of dried juniper berries also known as ghost berries to the Navajo people. It's meant to provide protection against evil and is the namesake of her mother, Juniper.

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C O W B O Y K I L L E R || The only thing that keeps her sane and her plants employed is her addiction to nicotine. She carries with her a wooden cigarette box made of American Elm, that has Marlboro reds inside. With the case is a zippo lighter passed down to her engraved with the skull of a gray fox, her fathers favorite.

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P R U N I N G S H E A R S || A tool she got used to carrying around from her mothers garden and the one she has set growing in her room. Handy for cutting branches and fruit.

L E A T H E R M A N || A nifty multitool that no good biologist is without. In a nice leather pouch attached to her pants or sock if she's wearing a dress.

P O C K E T K N I F E || Self Explanatory, another good tool used in the field. Also you're run of the mill protection tool.

A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S
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P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S
P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S
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E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?

The ember of a light flickers through her white cigarette as her cheek bones become more prominent with the inhalation squeezing the skin from her cheeks. A laugh escapes her lungs with a plume of smoke as she takes a pause to think. “Uhm, hmmm, you got me” se said stumbling through the question. The phalanx of her thumb itching the tip of her eyebrow perhaps finding an answer there. Another drag and exhale released an answer, “I’d say be ready for two hots and a cot as I always say” she laughed, “Yeah, they give you the tools you need her to thrive, but that’s totally on you. They want to foster ’individuality’ or whatever crock of bullshit that is. Just trust your gut kid, you’ll be alright.”

W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?

The second question was much more personal to Elmira than the interviewer could have anticipated. Her finger flicked the tower of ash waiting to be thrown to the air. “Aspirations? Yeah I didn’t have those” she stretched her back a bit, “I was just happy to have somewhere to stay that wasn’t out there. The only thing I’m still doing here is making my parents proud. Are we almost done here? You’re wasting my time I have plants with soil that need to be changed.”

I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T T H E F O U N D A T I O N I N S T I T U T E, W H A T W O U L D I T B E?

With her cigarette roached, she flicked it to the ground crushing it under the heel of her chunky platform boots. “Is this going in a brochure or something? Make sure I’m not in it if it is. What would I change? Everything. This school is too obsessed with that other one. What do they call it? PRU? PRCCU? You get the point. There’s too many secrets that lurk around here.”

“I don’t think you can say that Ms.. ms”

“Whatever, interviews over. Send my love to Yoshi”
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Rejected because the character concept is long enough to require a hider

Accepted. Please move into the character roster.


Haha totally fair reason to reject. Sounds good o7
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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
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C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
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Elmira Heloise Canovis
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November 11th, 2004 | 24 | Caucasian
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Single | Female | Asexual
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Saranac Lake | New York | United States
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House | N/A

C H A R A C T E R S T A T S
C H A R A C T E R S T A T S
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B U I L D || Descriptor(s)
H A I R C O L O U R || Brunette
E Y E C O L O U R || Hazel Green
H E I G H T || 5’6”
W E I G H T || 119 pounds
S C A R S || N/A
T A T T O O S || Patchwork
P I E R C I N G S || Ears, Nose
O T H E R || N/A
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
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D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C
D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C
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Elmira’s style could best be described as a flurry. There isn’t a time in her life that she doesn’t viciously change out her hair color nor swap out her wardrobe all at once. Some days she might look alternative and other days she’ll be draped in an elegant dress and devoid of any piercings. Most often then not however, she can be seen with a shaggy wolf cut. Most of her makeup goes into really mystifying her eyes and portraying them as her most cutting quality. Her style is kind of drab and melancholic, yet addictive and perplexing.

She has several parts of both ears pierced, a conch, industrial bar, multiple lobe piercings, all sat behind a size 00 gauge. Most often those plugs are adorned with dangly earrings to make the most of her accoutrement. Tucked up in her nose is a septum ring she pulls out whenever she’s not in class or around faculty. Her hair cycles from dark brunette, to blonde with her dark roots highlighting her natural color, to a chestnut almost auburn red color. Patchwork tattoos line her arms, a myriad of rings on her hands, with black nail polish that is most often scuffed, litter her fingernails. She cares not for shaving and prefers a more natural appearance, leaving her armpits and legs with tuft hair. She is the girl you think is cool in a really scary way.

M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y
M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y
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Elmira comes across one of two ways. Either she looks and seems a little bit annoyed when you talk to her or she looks really gaunt and disheveled. The former is most likely just due to her brooding and naturally resting bitch face, although she is rather impatient for things that aren’t of immediate importance. The latter being her inability to sleep for more than a few hours, being constantly dehydrated, and could care less about her studies at the university. She’s like a flower who was meant to be planted in the bed of a garden, in the company of other beautiful flora with heaps of sunlight, but instead was planted in a pot that was too small for her rapid growth and kept in a dark closet with a heat lamp as her only source of nutrients.

As far as mannerisms go, she does have one unique characteristic. Any overuse of her powers not only takes a toll on her body, but also causes the hyperpigmentation of her skin. Specifically her hands. This manifests into her epidermis turning a light green color. It’s a few splotches and patches at first, as if you stained the knee portion of your jeans after playing in grass. Then grows into a deeper green that covers the entirety of her palms. Typically this doesn’t last more than a few days, but during that time she likes to wear leather gloves or lace white gloves to divert attention to her green thumb suddenly turned green hands.
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A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S
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H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || T B D
__PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Exoteric
__SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Biological
__POWER SCALE || TBD
__THREAT CLASSIFICATION || TBD

Elmira’s superhuman ability has manifested in the last reminder she has of her parents, florakinesis. In this ability she is able to control the realm of flora and its kingdoms adjacent or otherwise. The power itself has many properties and functions that are only limited by the imagination of the user. Elmira has direct control of the growth and manipulation of current flora on the landscape or those yet fully developed. This takes forms in flowers, roots, seeds, fruit, trees, briars, etc. She directly fuses the flora with HZE ions and allows for the telepathic and physical control of the plants she summons.

When she summons plants she also has the ability to manipulate the properties that flowers have, such as their pollen and the ways they transport their pollen i.e. catapults. There’s also the nature of flowers that emit toxic fumes or contain poisonous matter that she can capitalize on such as hemlock or oleander. She can also control flora in different environments, such as the creation and formation of algae blooms in water, thus being able to create toxins that are harmful to people and animals. Or being able to use heat and fires to allow certain cones to release their seeds. Other applications include using allelochemicals from plants to impede or stop the growth of other organic matter.

While her power is mainly used for offensive feats, she can also use the healing nature of plants to bolster her supportive and defense role if need be. Her applications with flora are seemingly endless with constructs, carnivorous plants, etc. Mother Nature would be proud.

L I M I T A T I O N S || T B D

Elmira’s limitations center around a few things. The most prevalent is the one in regards to sizing in her structures. The spawning of a few flowering plants and vines is no cause for wear or tear on Elmira’s body or energy levels. However, if she were to put all of her power into spawning a nativity of trees or roots so robust and large they could weather an explosion or topple a building then it would put considerable strain on her body and dominate her consciousness to keep it in play.

The other limitations that coincide with her power is what she can control with her hands. Since she can control flora with her mind and touch she uses her arms and feet as a way to create that tethered connection. So anything that requires more than what she can accomplish with two hands is beyond her reach at the moment. An example would be one hand controlling the movement and direction of her plants while the other sprouts flowers from said plants.

W E A K N E S S E S || T B D

Elmira suffers the same weakness in her powers as flora does in the real world. Most of her plants are weak to fire, cold climates, freezing conditions, lack of sunlight, carbon dioxide as a resource, and the rapid growth and aging of her plants that cause them to wither and die. The amount of each that is needed to thwart her plants is based on application, but is a ratio. While these are her weaknesses she likes to believe nature's bounty has some answers to some.
S K I L L S & T A L E N T S
S K I L L S & T A L E N T S
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F I E L D G U I D E || Elmira is a compendium of knowledge in relation to the natural world. She can perfectly identify which wild plants and mushrooms are edible and poisonous. Which animal left what tracks. And what plants can be used for medicinal purposes but topical and ingestible.

S U R V I V A L I S T || Elmira was born in the woods and raised in it. She can forage for herself, can build structurally sound primitive living arrangements with wood and vines. She's an accomplished hunter in both rifle and bow. A sound fly fisher. And an amateur trapper. If anyone could survive with nothing but their clothes, it would be Elmira.

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I L L U S T R A T I O N || Elmira is a rather gifted artist. She began her artistry when she was young as she was always fascinated with the number of field guides that her parents had. She can draw anything from people, to plants, to scientific illustrations, and even food for recipes. Her art from memory is one of her other prized talents.
C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L
C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L
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J U N I P E R B E A D S || Elmira wears a bracelet that is made of dried juniper berries also known as ghost berries to the Navajo people. It's meant to provide protection against evil and is the namesake of her mother, Juniper.

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C O W B O Y K I L L E R || The only thing that keeps her sane and her plants employed is her addiction to nicotine. She carries with her a wooden cigarette box made of American Elm, that has Marlboro reds inside. With the case is a zippo lighter passed down to her engraved with the skull of a gray fox, her fathers favorite.

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P R U N I N G S H E A R S || A tool she got used to carrying around from her mothers garden and the one she has set growing in her room. Handy for cutting branches and fruit.

L E A T H E R M A N || A nifty multitool that no good biologist is without. In a nice leather pouch attached to her pants or sock if she's wearing a dress.

P O C K E T K N I F E || Self Explanatory, another good tool used in the field. Also you're run of the mill protection tool.

A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S
A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S
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P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S
P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S
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E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?

The ember of a light flickers through her white cigarette as her cheek bones become more prominent with the inhalation squeezing the skin from her cheeks. A laugh escapes her lungs with a plume of smoke as she takes a pause to think. “Uhm, hmmm, you got me” se said stumbling through the question. The phalanx of her thumb itching the tip of her eyebrow perhaps finding an answer there. Another drag and exhale released an answer, “I’d say be ready for two hots and a cot as I always say” she laughed, “Yeah, they give you the tools you need her to thrive, but that’s totally on you. They want to foster ’individuality’ or whatever crock of bullshit that is. Just trust your gut kid, you’ll be alright.”

W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?

The second question was much more personal to Elmira than the interviewer could have anticipated. Her finger flicked the tower of ash waiting to be thrown to the air. “Aspirations? Yeah I didn’t have those” she stretched her back a bit, “I was just happy to have somewhere to stay that wasn’t out there. The only thing I’m still doing here is making my parents proud. Are we almost done here? You’re wasting my time I have plants with soil that need to be changed.”

I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T T H E F O U N D A T I O N I N S T I T U T E, W H A T W O U L D I T B E?

With her cigarette roached, she flicked it to the ground crushing it under the heel of her chunky platform boots. “Is this going in a brochure or something? Make sure I’m not in it if it is. What would I change? Everything. This school is too obsessed with that other one. What do they call it? PRU? PRCCU? You get the point. There’s too many secrets that lurk around here.”

“I don’t think you can say that Ms.. ms”

“Whatever, interviews over. Send my love to Yoshi”
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[Time] Sunday, 08:00 AM
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The barrel of the rifle ran hot, red in discoloration around the rim of it. Camilo dispatched as many of the arthropod swarm as he possibly could, but the droves were endless. Red cooled to orange and then eventually back to black in his pause to continue. What he saw was truly grotesque, god death, something one never truly gets to experience in one lifetime much less spanning multiple. The jagged row of serrated teeth from the maw of the sea beast crushed down and tore through layers of flesh and scales as if it were nothing more than paper. Camilo could hear every fiber of muscle beginning to tear and give way to the pressure pulling it apart. Blood and residue exploded out of the neck of Leviathan, showering the ocean with tinges of red and blue, coating the smaller legion in sinew. Saliva ran hot in his mouth, the thought of puking rather eminent. As a soldier he had seen his fair share of violence and the machinations of prime evils that occupied the human mind, yet watching a regalia be decapitated ring side provoked something else inside of him perhaps having shared his persons with his own dominant.

The shrill screams from the audience became inaudible in his mind, replaced with the sound of his heartbeat. The rifle unhitched from his grasp, tumbling to the ground and misfiring off into the concrete walls. Camilo looked for an alley, somewhere he could put distance and obscurance between him and the masses. He stumbled into one, pressing his back to the wall and sliding down as the earth came up to meet him.

“I should have died that day, I have no business with the world of dominants and regalia”

“That’s simply not true, you were cold as ice even before you met me”

The serene siren song crept up past the hairs of his neck and into the drums of his ears. He could feel his skin ash and cool under the presence of his dominant. An exhale created a cloud of heat, his body temperature rapidly began to cool down. His ears were no longer plagued by the fervent thumping of his heart, the cold ensured it would slow down back to a sinus rhythm.

“You’re right, lack of sleep and large crowds just haven’t been helpful”

“We can fix that later. For now, don’t you think it’s time we had some fun?”

“Yo te sigo, tus merced” he said aloud, realizing he had already been standing. He could feel the weight of his dominant on him, clinging to his back with her arms gently wrapped around his chest, legs crossed around his waist, her head resting in the nook of his neck beckoning him to transform. Their relationship was intimate, symbiotic, and complicated. Camilo immediately ascended upwards in a blinding light, collecting sheets and layers of ice all around him. The rock flew overhead towards the ocean where droplets of water quickly pulled towards the icy spearhead. The droplets swirled and danced on their way up from the surface, forming several overlapping circles. Each one depositing another drop to thicken the ice until it was the size of beasts fists. Luckily enough for him, Odin was drawing the attention of the beast giving time for Shiva to be born.



Just then, cracks began to form and run down and across from the surface of the ice. Much like a bird or a reptile erupting from their egg, Shiva bursted out from her incubating icicle. She was resplendent in her beauty, pale of skin that faded into dark hues of blue. She shimmered in what could only be described as elegance and royalty. A tiara of frost jutted out between her wispy white hair, paired with an icy rhombus jewel pressed into her forehead. The magical transformation into a buxom beauty would surely inspire and comfort those who would gaze up at her. Within the explosion the giant chunks of ice heralded to the ground, causing sizable eruptions of water to spout into the air. What chunks didn’t hit the water, instead crushed more of the horde of creatures undertow.

In the momentary confusion and attention diverted from her, Shiva conjured a ball of ice into her hand and thrusted it up into the sky. Nimbostratus and cumulonimbus clouds crowded the sky, plummeting the temperature all around them. Snow covered and coated the sands, the buildings, and now the beast. Whether the beast knew it or not, the longer it stayed in the water the more heat would siphon out of him as the waters would attempt to freeze him in place.





[Location] Landow, Estren
[Time] Sunday, 07:30 AM
[Interactions] N/A


Camilo continued to eye the festivities, finishing the skewer, nimbly spinning the metal rod in his hand. Against his better judgment he kept finding his gaze hovering back to the tiny group of dominants bolstering in number. It was odd to publicize yourself so much, make yourself so readily available to the public eye just for some illusion of grandeur. Dominants might have been invincible, but the same pleasantries weren’t extended to family members or loved ones. It was more of a projection than a founded belief for Camilo. He hadn’t even been a regalia prior to having his family taken from him so what if he did have the power before then. Thoughts like that would soon make him go mad and fester an aversion to the rest of the dominants he encountered in his wake.

Gravel crunched undertow finding its purchase on the concrete. He propped his hood up, fished out some sunglasses from his pocket, and did the bare minimum in concealing his face. Touring through different tents with food and marketable paraphernalia he caught himself stopping just before spying a woman caked in a mask of skull face paint. She was speaking, or perhaps berating, another younger man, both unsurprisingly armed. His mouth creased in a frown, knowing he had entered the scene rather naked. At least almost naked. He prodded the tip of the skewer with his finger, testing the sharpness of it and whether or not he could rely on it if need be. It wasn’t too dissimilar to a needle of ice that he had sunk into so many before this. This should be no different.

Just before he drew close enough to eavesdrop on their conversation, there was a disharmony of screams loud enough to pierce through the loud murmur of the crowds just above the harbor. Camilo’s confusion was warranted when the reaction of the crowd closest to the overlook turned to terror and found themselves forming a wave that crashed back onto the confused onlookers who had not seen the source of dismay. Camilo worked his way through the crowd, having to claw his way through the stiff junction of panicked civilians. An aggressive shoulder check hit square into him, knocking his glasses off, shattering underfoot of the stampede. Swimming on, he ducked into an alley with a drainage that led to the harbor. His gait stopped immediately, frozen in place but not by Shiva, but by the grizzly image of white sand turned red.

Camilo studied biology in his time in school, there was even a time where he had originally planned to study that instead of the political science degree pushed onto him after military service. From what he did remember, it was his section on invertebrates. Arthropods being the family he most enjoyed: crabs, lobsters, scorpions, spiders. *Crabs*, the horde tearing into the flesh of men, women, and children with their chelipeds were a nefarious perversion of the crustaceans he remembered. In his inaction the other dominants had already begun their proaction in saving the people that so dearly worshiped them. A chill ran down Camilo’s spine, he could feel Shiva’s hand pressing on his shoulder. The cold radiated all throughout his neck and arm, she was silently imploring him to take form and help the others.

It was still too soon, still too many people that could get injured if he wasn’t careful. Instead he turned back to the soldiers firing off their rifles, barely making a dent in the ravenous reforming beasts. Through the corridor his gaze met one of the beasts that lunged at a soldier boring into their chest with red tooth and claw. Camilo gripped the skewer and began running towards the soldier, by the time he made the clearing the body was already limp, gear soaked crimson. He scanned for a moment, finding the crab once more and tracking its movements. A man, geriatric in age, had planted himself stiff in the middle of the shrines, eyes closed, head bent, hands pressed together in prayer, completely unaware of the demise racing towards him.

Camilo spun around and whipped the skewer at the crab, unfortunately it simply bounced off the hard carapace. He sighed, not really surprised at his lackluster weapon. His eyes scrawled around him looking for something else, the rifle. He took off in a sprint, grabbing the rifle and cocking it back, keeping his eyes fixed on the crab. Kicking off the ground he launched himself into the air, in direct line of the voracious creature. With mouth agape, Camilo fired the rifle into the soft palate of the otherwise hardened creature. An explosion of fluids and chitin covered him as he fell, leaving only the disciple continuing to believe dogmatically in his dominants. Perhaps in reverence to Camilo in this case.


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[Location] Near the outskirts of Landow, Estren
[Time] Sunday, 06:00 - 07:00
[Interactions] N/A



The aromatic scent of freshly ground coffee beans sprinkled through the air, finally making their way into the nasal passages of Castaño. It was a luxury often forgotten for him to wake up to a scalding hot cup of tinto. It caressed his face, pawed at the blankets, pulling the curtains astrew to let little rays of light dance upon his eyelids.

“Ya lo se, es el hora para levantar” to whom he was expressing his annoyance, no one could know. Instinctively, his body rose and cajoled his mind into finally cracking up his lids to take in his childhood room that had not changed much. A poster of a Castralian singer whose hips didn’t lie was faded and had been covered by a religious illustration of Ultima, his mother’s doing no doubt. His toes dancing and spreading on the cold limestone floor granted him dexterity for the toll the push off his bed would ultimately take on his rapidly declining muscular strength. Walking down the short hallway to the dining room he was greeted with a basket of freshly bought bread, a myriad of selection, his favorite being the pan de bono. A bread made from cassava starch, cheese, and egg. His jaw ached in anticipation of housing three in the matter of seconds, only tempered by the swirling spoon and sound of metal on porcelain that rounded the corner in the hand of his mother.

“Buenos días mama, cómo amaneciste?”

“Bien hijo, tranquilo, siéntese para comer”

His mother always babied him, probably because he was the only son in his family. That’s right, where was his other family? They all should have been up before him. Castaño sat down and began to drink his coffee, but when he drank it was ice cold despite the heat clearly emanating plumes of steam. Disoriented, he looked to his mother who had been talking, yet there was no noise leaving her mouth. Just as he was about to ask her to repeat a group of suits busted through the doors and windows, guns drawn, taking aim to fire at him and his mother. Castaño rushed up to shield her, a bit too late as the bullet bore deep into both of them.

Castaño awoke gasping for air, expecting to be in a cold sweat with a puddle formed around his mattress, instead he was cold to the touch. Short gasps for air only left his throat burned and an icy breath with each huff. In the darkness before dawn, he rushed to the thermostat to confirm his psychosis. 26 degrees celsius, Shiva’s way of telling him or rather ordaining him to respond to her needs just as well. Then it came back to him, his purpose, why he was in the outskirts of Landow, The Festival of Lights. At this point he begged for a dream with Shiva over the laborious nightmares that plagued him. And so, with no coffee and nothing more than a half full water bottle, Castaño began getting ready to stalk this so-called festival.

It didn’t take long for Castaño to make his way into the festival grounds, getting lost in a sea of disciples and believers in nothing more than simple garb made him practically invisible. Attention by security detail was reserved for the regalia in attendance, kind of counterproductive in his mind. Once the main detail began to break off into separate locations, Castaño found himself sliding in shadowed alleyways and on the outside of the central commerce which was teeming with food stands beginning the opening of their fervently anticipated money maker event. He kept his eyes on the more renowned regalia in the likes of Laura Genevieve, a name too big for her britches. Despite his desire for anonymity, Shiva’s pull on his body to partake in the festivities was standing in the way of just that. It was hard being the regalia of a dominant so opulent and powerful and not being able to represent that. She would get her stage, just not until the pieces were set.





[Location] Downtown ➙ Food Stands

[Time] Sunday, 07:30 AM
[Interactions] N/A

The half an hour that passed felt like an eternity, the smell of fish and meat tore into the aching of his empty stomach. Close to insanity the festivities finally broke when the appearance of a meteor crashed through the sky. Clouds parted and shot away in rapid speed to avoid the nefarious rock making its entrance through an otherwise scenic sky on the heels of a breaking dawn.

“Marica mira eso”

Whatever Castaño and Shiva anticipated that day had been quickly dashed with the emergence of this world altering event. Perhaps all of his nightmares were a warning of what was happening today and why he was sent here amidst the other regalia. Either way, his belly would be satiated on the sustenance this newfound chaos administered to him. Castaño pressed the advantage of the ensuing despair in the crowd to cloak his movements. A watchful eye was kept transfixed on Laura and another largely built man as they served to direct the traffic of people in disarray. Preventing unnecessary injuries and bycatch on civilians while they dealt with the meteor was smart. Perhaps they were worthy of the ilk bestowed on them by their dominant, only time would tell.

Normally Castaño would have helped, however he needed to remain invisible until he was sure that releasing himself to Shiva was absolutely necessary and didn’t infatuate the masses with residue. Castaño swam in the crowd marking those who weren’t quick to panic, most likely regalia, and those who were tasked in protecting and evacuating them in terms of military personnel. He waited for all the dominoes to fall, waiting for his role in this event, but not before procuring a random skewer from a small tent and leaving a singular coin.

In Regalia 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


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