@FernStone Just to be clear, is Dreamweaving it physically entering a dream world or is it mental? What's the difference between Dream Visit and Dream Walking?
Seeing as my time is a little freed up now, here's an NPC that may bear relevance to add to GN's cast of clowns.
Conrad.van der Vegte
42 | Conrad van der Vegte | He/Him
Description:
Conrad represents the incorporation of more... idealogical figures into the Wolfpack's sphere of influence. While Judas' power projection and leadership have mostly kept a lid on his ambitions and open to business, it's an open secret that Conrad had (and for all they know, still has) ties to key figures within Das Sonnengrad and was involved in luring some of the cult's more fringe members and associates to act as muscle for the Wolfpack when the former fell into irrelevance.
While formally deferring to Judas, Conrad (derided as the Floating Dutchman over a mishap that saw him nearly drown a few years back, although not to his face) keeps a small cadre of followers with ties to Aryan Nation & Neo-Nazi groups, and has been known to use the Wolfpack as a front for some personal business under the table.
Why Judas tolerates him is a mystery, although it probably involves money.
Abstraction:
Unknown. It definitely isn't swimming.
Added him to the Wolfpack faction.
But from here on in, and this is a notice for everyone, when you're making an NPC; do not remove any of the coding. It's the way that it is so I can easily just slide a new NPC in the existing NPC [table].
Elodie screamed when the phantasm hand broke hers, and her pistol fell to the ground. She should have just killed the fat bastard when she had the chance... she held her hand, which she couldn't feel. She quickly looked to the left and then the right: she saw that fucking bitch with the white hair again. Elodie's gun was on the ground, and there was no way she could shoot it with her nondominant hand. She grit her teeth and hissed in pain as fatass made some quip when he had signed his fucking death warrant. She shouted at Alizée,
"... You should have gone for the fucking head!"
With a wave of her hand (Well, the one that worked), she launched Sully with a blast of sand like any rational person would do to their hostage. Then she turned towards Alizée and shouted,
"... I'm gonna bury you alive, and then I'm gonna fuck your corpse!"
She pulled all the sand in the area - including the sand she used to terrorize Stormy - and dropped it all on Alizée. It was a massive and daunting mountain of sand that was all coming at her at once with crushing force.
Naomi thought to herself as she remembered Valjean breaking out of her webs. They were resistant to magic but, unfortunately, not immune (or many of their problems would be solved)...
Linqian grabbed onto his foot, froze it, and then Naomi noticed that there was a fucking car barreling towards him from... wherever. Naomi acted quickly and shot out a strand of web, attached it to the girl's foot, and used all the strength she could to get her out of the way. The car landed on him; he loudly screamed as he was slammed onto the ground. Naomi knew that wouldn't kill him, but it did a number! She could see his shell cracked, but he finally burst out of the web.
He got up, brushed the car off him, slammed his claws into it, and lifted it over his head. "You bitches are dead!" He shouted.
A bolt of lightning came from the rooftop and hit him in the back - it was a blinding flash of light followed by a boom that many would call deafening. That had to be James... and naturally, he lept down with a grin as he dramatically punched the ground on landing - creating a wave of fire.
At this point, Jessica had finished with her spell and laughed, "Take this, you ugly motherfucker!" She sent a wave of lava at Valjean that clashed with James's fire. Utterly double penetrating him, smashing him from both sides... and he charged out of the clash, missing a claw and a regular arm, and half of his face burned off. He looked to the left and then to the right...
Only to get blindsided by Ruby launching herself as Valjean like a missile, holding her staff in both hands as she let out a blood-curdling battle cry. She swung her staff at Valjean and created a wave of air so powerful that it launched Valjean backward and sent him stumbling over a car. He hit the ground with a thud.
"James, why the fuck did you jump off?!" Ruby shouted.
"Sorry, Rubes," James laughed as he threw his axe over his shoulder. "I had to make my entrance! Why the fuck did you jump off?"
"I'm tired of standing on a fucking rooftop, watching my friends get rag-dolled by some white trash!" She replied; she glanced at Alizee and hoped that Elodie had killed her ass. "So I made my fucking entrance!"
Valjean climbed to his feet and then looked around... and noticed Ruby's staff, James Axe, and he started compiling everything. "... You fuckers are-"
A beam came out of the tip of the tree branch that Ruby used as a staff, a dull-yellow beam that hit Valjean directly in the face and launched more of his shell clean off with the sheer impact.
"Shut up!" Ruby looked around before she valiantly shouted, raising her hand in the air. "WE GOTTA KILL EVERYONE!"
"... The fuck?" Naomi tilted her head at the order.
"Everyone that's Wolfpack!" Ruby glanced at Eve, "Our little buddy is busy and doesn't have the brain cells to figure shit out anyway!"
"Easier said than done!" Naomi answered.
At this point, Kashmira finished healing Pearl and Autumn, and both sprang to their feet. Bullets still barraged them, but fortunately, Pearl had an idea...
Ruby pointed her staff at Sully,
"Kash, help him!"
"On it!" Kashmira activated her dermal boost and ran over to Sully as fast as she could - a bullet hit her in the back, and while it didn't penetrate, it was still one hell of an impact. One that knocked her on her hands and knees, but she still tried to crawl over to Sully.
"Autumn!" Pearl shouted. "Boost me!"
"On it!"
The spectral presence of the woman faded away, and seconds later, a new Apparition was revealed to everyone presence; a fading presence of a burly man that some would recognize as the second-in-command to Das Sonnenrad. The Apparition pointed his hand at Pearl and fired a beam of orange energy directly at her, which made her bones and veins glow through her skin. Pearl felt the power as she raised her hands into the air...
... and then shouted,
"From the breath of winter, my power unfold, let frozen tendrils, my will uphold!"
The temperature dropped as Pearl's cyromancy countered Elodie's desert creation abstraction. The boiling hot heat quickly vanished, and the air temperature was finally bearable again. Snow and ice began gently falling from the sky.
"Hehe," Jessica said to Bianca, "You might want to put those bazookas away, sister!"
Everything Luca said, Jack said, and Kali said... it was all mumbling when Sloane dropped the golden question. The question that tanked everything good that Drake thought about her.
“But why the fuck weren’t you there to stop it?”
It was a swift motion; Drake stood up with a crackling sword of electricity aimed directly at Sloane. His teeth were bared, and his sunglasses had finally fallen off. He said, in the calmest tone possible,
"I can take you all accusing my fucking sister, I can take you all accusing me..." Drake hissed. "But, do not ever in your fucking life say something like that again. You fucking hear me?"
The kid dropped dead, and Maggy aimed her gun and fired off a few more shots, and then she sighed in relief. Shayton appeared next to her, going from the far end of the group to being right in her face in the blink of an eye. He scowled at her as he asked a simple question,
"... Mind telling me why you shot a kid?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, trust me," Maggy said as she placed a hand on her chest. "That thing was no-"
A shield went barrelling towards Maggy, and Shayton grabbed onto her arm, and in the blink of an eye - he disappeared in a burst of speed so fast that it appeared he teleported. The only thing left behind to hint at things was the gust of wind that disturbed the dust and trash that littered the streets. Shayton and Maggy appeared in an alleyway some distance away...
"... Holy shit!" Maggy grabbed her neck and tilted her head slightly to the side, "Whip. Lash."
"Sorry, but you drew too much attention to yourself," Shayton softly apologized. Then he turned down the alleyway, where they could hear the chaos outside. "Call Judas. Tell him to bring the Curs. Stay here; I will bring anyone here that needs healing."
"Gotcha'," Maggy said as she pulled out her phone and dialed Judas...
Shayton returned to the chaos and appeared right back where the Wolfpack was, calmly standing there as if all hell hadn't broken loose. Stormy and Eve made their heroic speeches, but... St. Portwell was no place for a hero. He spoke to Stormy and Eve in a calm tone...
"... Child killer or not, my bosses need Magnolia alive, so you're going have to go through me," Shayton calmly said before he quickly added on. "You're not going to be able to go through me."
Stormy was teleported away, which just left Eve. Shayton raised his hand and said to Elodie and the rest of the Wolfpack,
"I'll handle her."
"You're fucked, Shayton as my witness. No place for kid killers in Portwell, 'least while the Sycamore Tree Coven is still together!"
"... Is that why you set your father up to die, Eve?" Shayton asked with a raised eyebrow, likely catching Eve off guard. "Or, were you just hoping to take his cult from underneath him, but it just didn't work out that way?"
When the kid dropped dead, among all the screaming, Élodie was laughing like a maniac. Pointing at the kid, she almost fell over on her bike; when she stopped, she made a little joke...
"... Betcha' he wished he ended up in a condom now!"
Victor and Cyril shook their heads as Élodie laughed, holding her stomach.
However, at this point, someone had the gall to walk up, attack Maggy, and place a barrier between them all. He made this obnoxious speech, and Cyril just rolled his eyes as he raised a hand.
"... You talk too much."
Cyril snapped his fingers, and Stormy, and all of his shield bullshit, was teleported to the center of the group...
... And in his place was Sully.
"C'mere, fatass!" Élodie quickly ran over to Sully, yanked him by the collar of his shirt, and shoved her gun in his mouth. She laughed as she said, "Make one wrong move, and I'm going to give you another hole to suck dick out of!"
She turned to the rest of the Wolfpack and shouted, "Kill 'em all! My brother can take the bullets!" She noticed that Valjean had already shifted into scorpion form as Cyril and Victor began blasting into the crowd.
Then she turned her attention to Stormy's barrier... her abstraction had already coated the parking lot in the sand, and it was starting to get hot. By this point, it'd definitely be difficult for people wearing multiple layers of clothing. She shouted at Stormy, "Hey, dipshit! You talked all that shit just to hide behind a shield; get the fuck out here and fight like a man! Or..."
Suddenly, the sand around Stormy began spinning, creating a violent sandstorm fast enough to cause lacerations, choke him, and clog his orifices. Also, get in his shoes.
When Alizée walked up, Victor pointed his axe at her and said,
"Why did you go into a club protected by the Wolfpack, ask for Judas' favorite girl, and, then cause a ruckus with your magic? Don't you know that's bad for bus-"
Another gunshot rang out, followed by screaming and Elodie laughing. Victor shook his head and went back to Alizée... that was when all hell broke loose, and various people began trying to fight back against the Wolfpack. It distracted Victor enough for a god damn werewolf to appear, grab Alizée and take off down the street. He fell on his ass... before pulling out his Glock and letting off a few shots down the street.
"Aw, forget it!" He told himself that when Elodie told him to open fire on the crowd, he noticed something...
"... Where the hell did the kid go!?"
The kid was gone.
He shook his head as this day kept getting weirder and opened fire on the two Covens.
Auri Auclair, & Justin Haggar.
Interactions: They're doing a "special" interaction. 😉
Flowers and Canvases.
Auri stopped and raised herself over her countertop, utterly topless as she stared off in the distance.
"What's wrong?" Justin asked from underneath.
"I don't know... I feel a disturbance, like my blood pressure is about to skyrocket."
"... Do you want to stop?"
"No."
Naomi Rodgers, & Valjean Vasil.
Interactions: Linqian (@FernStone), and everyone present towards the end.
Veni Vedi Veni - Parking Lot.
Britney screamed the second the little boy hit the ground.
She didn't notice him at first, but she should have done something to stop this from happening... though, there wasn't much she could have done that wouldn't have gotten the group cut down by the Wolfpack. She had no idea what was going on and only came out here because she wanted a lapdance from a trashy stripper! See some bolted-on titties! That's all. She had no clue that Alizée was out here fighting people, nor did she expect things to pick up like this. Britney couldn't move... she had seen some crazy things during the fight with the Stygian Snake, but a gang of bikers holding her hostage was something else. She had no clue about the Wolfpack or that this was their turf - if she knew things would go like this, she would have stayed the fuck home. However, the leader of the bunch, Valjean, shook his head and shouted,
"God damn it, Maggy!" Valjean hissed before he finished, "... We could have sold the brat!"
However, Stormy and Eve opened the fight with a fiery and passionate speech not out of place in those animes Britney watched sometimes. If a kid hadn't gotten killed right in front of her, Britney would have scolded Stormy for dragging everyone into a goddamn gang war! However, Britney would pick her battles, especially how volatile and irrational Stormy was. Their leader, Valjean, pounded himself on the chest and laughed.
"Ooooooh! We got ourselves a fucking hero!" Valjean shouted, followed by a vociferous bout of laughter. He pulled out his pistol as Stormy walked forward and aimed it at him, "This ain't no place for no hero!"
Britney had to act fast... she raised her hands and tried to create plants on him, but that didn't work. He has an abstraction? She thought to herself as she had to create vines out of the ground - she ensnared Valjean in various vines and roots. She quickly had him wrapped up, and his gun was aimed at the ground as he thrashed.
"Ooooh, you all must want to see..."
In the blink of an eye, Valjean became a towering scorpion monster that had to be around fourteen feet tall. ... And that must be his abstraction. When he transformed, he obviously broke out of Britney's vines as her eyes shot open. Valjean flexed in this scorpion form and then shouted,
"... THE SCORPION!"
Britney took a few steps back, and she just noticed how hot it was getting... and it was late October in St. Portwell, which was not expected. It must either be his abstraction or one of his goons. She was sweating, and her clothes were getting a little muggy - it would worsen the longer she stayed here. Linqian showed up and asked the golden question...
”What the fuck is going on?”
"I don't know; I just wanted to see some titty!" Britney shouted in response. However, Britney realized that if Eve and Stormy wanted to be the hero, then screw it, that was on them. She turned to Sully, hoping to grab him so all of them could get out of here...
... Who disappeared and swapped places with Stormy. Britney, intuitively, turned to where Stormy was originally and saw the Wolfpack lady shove a pistol in his mouth. Her heart started racing as she knew she had to do something to help her friend. She couldn't face herself in the mirror if she had just left him here... however, Valjean was right here. The first thing that came to mind was to restrain him, and she raised her hands and willed more vines to wrap around his legs, including binding them together.
Valjean stopped, looked down, and prepped his stinger to cut through them all...
... Only to be wrapped in a wreath of ethereal white webs.
"... What the shit!?" Valjean shouted as he thrashed and attempted to break out. "Wait... this is that Greenwood bitch's bullshit, ain't it?!"
Naomi landed on the other side of Valjean on one knee; she wiped the sweat away and was glad she was dressed skimpy underneath her Greenwood disguise. She hid behind a car for cover and then shouted, hoping that it would get past the gunshots,
"Hey, guys! It's great that you're helping, but we gotta wrap this up quick! There are a lot more Wolfpack than this, and if Judas shows up, we're going to have a SERIOUS problem!"
Britney listened as she tried to get down behind cover... then a bullet struck her in her forearm, and blood splurted out. She screamed as she fell to the ground (ironically ending up behind cover), and her heart started racing. She felt cold as she grabbed the wound and desperately tried to stop the bleeding... and then she heard that one girl land next to her. She wrapped webs in both hands tightly above the wound to create a sort of makeshift tourniquet. She said to Britney (or tried to over the gunfire),
"I got you, mama!"
The Greenwood Coven.
Sans Naomi, Ruby, and James.
Interactions: None of note.
Veni Vedi Veni - Parking Lot.
Members of the Greenwood Coven also screamed when the kid went down.
It wasn't like they hadn't seen someone get gunned down (or die) before, but it was something that nobody should get used to. Especially not a kid. They knew the Wolfpack played for keeps, but they needed to get out of here - especially now that Stormy decided to march up and try to pimp slap a Wolfpack member with a shield.
"He's got some balls!" Jessica shouted with a smile.
Unfortunately, the Wolfpack decided to open fire on the entire crowd; Sully and Stormy got switched places, and Valjean transformed. If it wasn't for Sully getting held hostage, Greenwood would have left the two factions to duke it out.
"Sully!" Pearl shouted with a hand outstretched...
... Before a bullet hit her through the hand and ended up in her shoulder, and another bullet hit her in the stomach. She screamed as she fell to the ground, but Jessica grabbed her and pulled her underneath cover. Kashmira quickly activated her dermal boost spell, sprinted towards Pearl (ironically, no bullet hit her), and knelt over Pearl. She was wrapped with a green aura as the bullets were pushed out of her, and the holes were gradually healed. Jessica was right next to Pearl as she said,
"Keep it cool, sister, I got you!" Jessica started, "You got her, Kash?"
"Mhm... Long as nobody else gets-"
A bullet struck Autumn in the stomach, and she screamed as she fell backward, and her appearance disappeared.
"Autumn!" Jessica shouted.
"I got her!" Amelia shouted as she got up and began waving her hands around - with her aeromancy, she managed to lift Autumn off the ground and launch her towards their position. Thankfully, she was rolled into arm's length of Kashmira, and she used her other hand to heal both of them. She was starting to sweat, and her hair was getting matted as things got hot.
"We need a plan!" Kashmira shouted.
"We to go on the offense!" Jessica said as she raised her fist in the air and then shouted,
"Krakatoa!"
She punched the ground, created a shock that vibrated the area, and turned some of the concrete and stone around them into molten magma (which didn't help with the heat situation, but it was all Jess could do). She needed a few moments to create more, and Valjean was finished...
Ruby White & James Carmicheal.
Interactions: None of note.
Rooftops overlooking Veni Vedi Veni.
Things happened so fast.
A kid got shot, then all hell broke loose, and Sully got kidnapped. Ruby gripped her staff tighter and felt James' hand around her bicep again.
"... Keep a lid on it, Ruby!" James chuckled. "You rushing headfirst down there will only make things worse."
"I'm done standing by and letting my friends get hurt," Ruby said as she aimed her staff down there at Dean.
"Let's split their attention up," James said. "They can't possibly shoot at everyone, and we got the high ground!"
"Good idea," Ruby said.
James walked to the rooftop's edge and aimed his axe at the Wolfpack. It began charging, surrounding itself with bright electricity, just hoping that one of them would notice and start shooting up here - or, even better, come up here.
"So, we're disguised as St. Portwell Police Officers..." Trevor spoke before he rolled his eyes and said, "... But we are in a van that says FBI."
The PRA agents were in the fancy SWAT truck that they own (that was as conspicuous as it comes), speeding down the highway, following the GPS. Each Agent wore special PRA armor (St. Portwell Police signed across the front and the back), except Fiona's armor was a modified version that covered her inhuman features (to an extent). Nakala was driving, and she rolled her eyes at Trevor and answered.
"This was the only one I could get- actually, why am I explaining this to you? Be quiet," Nakala rolled her eyes as she glanced out the front window and saw Samson flying off into the distance in his phoenix form. She checked the GPS, and it would still be another fifteen minutes before they arrived. She hoped it was nothing, but Samson would get there faster than they would. Though Samson had one of the PRA's most powerful abstractions, maybe this would be one of those situations where he could burn the problem away. If not... then hopefully, she could get some backup.
Her phone dinged, and she quickly glanced at it and sighed in relief.
"It's Agent Manalo! She's okay!"
She quickly put together a response...
"Texting while driving!" Trevor said.
"Trevor... Agent Obott... shut up! I can tell why Liao gives you shit all the time," Nakala rolled her eyes again, and responded to Agent Manalo's text...
It was nice to get Sloane off of Auri's back, as Drake was not exactly the person who was big on talking shit about people behind their backs. It always felt disingenuous, and he wasn't a fan of throwing punches in places where people couldn't fight back.
Though, he almost laughed when Sloane threw shade at Kali.
That was when Sloane brought up the uncomfortable and obvious truth: Father Wolf was simply an alias used by an older member. However, in a stroke of brilliance that would surprise anyone convinced that Drake was just some dumb jock, he was less concerned with who but why.
"That's fair; I wouldn't trust me either, heh,"
Drake played it off with a simple joke; this was unavoidable in their situation. But there was something on Drake's mind...
"How much can we narrow it down, knowing that? Who else among us could appear anywhere on earth at a moment's notice? I've experienced time at a slower pace than everyone else, having been outside Shimmer for most of the decade. I should be able to remember them all... Victoria could produce portals that led to anywhere. I remember working closely with her to track down the Snake through other worlds. Can you rule out the possibility that it'd be her?"
... Then Jack opened his mouth and made his blood boil just a little bit. It was a fair assumption, he admits, but he didn't appreciate his sister being accused of being a mass murderer. He knows Victoria would never do it, and it didn't make sense for it to be her - she was busy with a new job and her kids. She seemed so tired half the time; she looked like she was about to keel over! He chuckled to himself as he tried to remain calm and composed.
"Victoria's too busy killing herself taking care of the new little Blackmores we got, heh," Drake answered with a chuckle, hoping that would be the end of it (it would not). "But, I think you all are looking at it the wrong way. Like, has anyone thought about why someone would start offing us after ten years?"
He shrugged as he continued. "There were over a hundred people in the old cult when we defeated the Snake, a lot of whom left St. Portwell in the ten years since because they moved on with their lives. Are we even considering them? What about the many that refused Auri's little call? I think it's going to be hard narrowing it down. We're going to be tearing our hair out trying to get an alibi from everyone that was in the Old Coven, especially the people who got burned by Auri, Daisy, and Ashley and stormed out and never spoke to any of us ever again."
Like Greta, but that was a different discussion altogether.
"I had an idea, though," Drake tilted his head. "Everyone here knows that the Snake could, like, enter our minds and shit? Make us see shit and read our minds? It couldn't control us because we had magic, but what if it left some type of presence in us? Like... fuck, what's the word?"
Drake rubbed on his chin.
"Like, what if it left some kinda... programming, or something in our minds that it could use to turn us into sleeper agents at will? I'm not sure how it would work, but what if the Snake planned for this and is using one of us to enact its revenge and break it free?"
He desperately hoped that everyone here understood what he was trying to convey.
If not, it was going to be a loooooooooooong time in the Coven.
It was faster to clean up the store without Laurey, anyhow.
All Auri had to do was give out a command... and the butterflies came out of her staff, picked up all the debris, and used brooms and dustpans to sweep up all the dust and dirt that got displaced. Naturally, Auri was sincerely regretting her decision to host the meeting here, and she shouldn't have assumed that the Coven had finally grown and matured as people. However, what's done is done, and she knew that some people don't change no matter how many years you throw at them. Auri sighed as she leaned up against the wall and hoped that nobody else-
The door was barged open, revealing her boyfriend, Justin, holding several bags of snacks simultaneously.
Auri immediately dispelled all the butterflies - they disappeared without a trace - and everything fell to the ground. Justin looked to the left and the right.
"... I'm late, aren't I?"
"Very," Auri said with a smile.
"But what the hell happened in here?" Justin said as he raised an eyebrow, looking at the chaos, "It looks like a tornado flew through here."
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Auri said as her eyes drifted to the side. "Things got a little rowdy in here..."
"A little?" Justin chuckled.
"Just put the snacks down there, Justy," Auri said, pointing at the table.
"Sure," Justin said as he walked over to the table and gently placed the bags on the table, turning around, "Who the hell brought a charcuterie bo-"
He couldn't finish before Auri pounced on him, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Thankfully, Justin was strong enough to hold her.
"Those people got on my nerves," Auri said, gracing her finger around Justin's lip. "I need something to get my mind off it - let's make a mess."
Justin chuckled.
"Sure."
Ruby White & James Carmicheal.
Interactions:
Rooftops overlooking Veni Vedi Veni.
Out of necessity, James and Ruby were forced to stay up here and watch their friends try and free Jess. There was that urge in Ruby's heart to go down there and shove her stick so far up this girl's ass... but Pearl and the others had things under control. The two watched from the rooftops, wearing regular clothes (all James did was take off his ski mask, and Ruby was wearing a black Pink Floyd shirt with some booty shorts that were a little bit too short (especially for this weather)).
However, Jess' kidnapper backed down... only for many new faces to show up, including Sully.
"Yooooooo, is that Sully?" James asked with a grin.
"Looks like it-"
Then, it wasn't long before the girl attacked again, and Sully was there to take the hit meant for Naomi. That made Ruby angry... very angry. Her face twisted up as she focused on Alizee. She clutched the massive tree branch she used as her channeler as she was about to hop down there and beat the ever-loving shit out of this girl.
"... Whoa, whoa, whoa!" James said as he grabbed Ruby's arm with his free hand. "Keep a lid on it, Ruby!" He pointed at Eve.
"... 8th Street," Ruby hissed.
"Yeah, and I don't think you want your arch-nemesis burning down your house now!" He chuckled, and Ruby relented, taking a few steps back.
That was when they heard the roar of the motorcycles, and they knew that it was the Wolfpack... they watched as the Wolfpack goons rolled up, sans Judas, their target. The issue wasn't that the Wolfpack was here, but that the Wolfpack was here and and the rest of the Greenwood Coven. They already noticed Elodie using her abstraction to make the area far, far, hotter.
"I don't know who that bitch is," Ruby said, "But I'm going to shove this stic-"
"Now, as much as I'd love to see that, we got bigger fish to fry, yeah?" James said, chuckling. "We need to get Pearl, Naomi, and the others out of there."
"Facts," Ruby said. "I have an idea..."
"How stupid is it on a scale of one to ten?" James asked.
29 | Justin Eli Haggar | He/Him "Don't stare too long, bud. You'll make this awkward for both of us."
Description:
The boyfriend of the Coven's current leader, Auri Auclair. He's a man from New York who lived quite an everyday and uneventful life there, but once he became a man, he decided to go to college. That college was St. Portwell University to become an architect; that was where he met his girlfriend/future wife, and they have been together since. Thus, Justin had no clue about the previous adventure and thought the Coven was just Auri's fancy witch-themed book club! Usually, Justin comes by to drop off snacks (that are not homemade) and drinks for Auri's book club.
While Auri is cheerful, Justin is a coolheaded, reserved, mysterious person who hides his social awkwardness behind a veneer of apathy and aloofness. Justin is an average-weighted Caucasian guy at five-ten, and Auri teases him because she's one inch taller than him. He's skinny but has a bit of a gut that's baby fat that he was never able to get rid of, and he has curly blond hair.
Abstraction:
Justin is Blind.
Ezra.Vanburen
38 | Ezra Vanburen | He/Him ”Nobody should ever be satisfied with less than perfection." @Atrophy
Description: The reliable and disciplined professional who will forever live in the shadow of his magnanimous father, James Vanburen. Ezra spent his youth living between two cities, summering in St. Portwell to spend time with his father and living with his mother the rest of the year in Philadelphia. His first notable attribution to the city was nearly a decade ago when James put him in charge of distributing a sizable donation to aid in the reconstruction of St. Portwell after it was struck by a “natural disaster”. Ezra spent about a year in the city, bailing out local businesses, wheeling and dealing with construction companies, meeting the woman that would eventually become his ex-wife, and redirecting dirty opportunists like Blake Schmidt that had swarmed to the town with hopes of finding a way to get their hands in deep pockets.
When Ezra left St. Portwell was back on the upswing and his father had another street named after him: mission accomplished. When compared to his siblings the elusive Ezra largely slipped out of the public eye for the next decade as he worked quietly as a business consultant on the East Coast. It was only after his father’s death that the world truly began focusing on Ezra, seeing him as the man who’d pick up his father’s magnanimous legacy and run with it. He soon gained a reputation as having the golden touch when it came to turning a failing business or project into an absolute success, and with the assumption that he'd inherited lion's share of his father's assets he quickly climbed his way to the top of the Forbes list for Most Eligible Bachelors.
A few months ago Ezra Vanburen was spotted in St. Portwell for the first time since his father's funeral at a charity event hosted at the St. Portwell Yacht Club by his half-sister. He was heard talking about a potential plan to turn his father's mansion into historic house musuem once everyone has been moved out. Recently he purchased a penthouse downtown. Rumor is that he’s been shopping around town for new investments to expand his father's—actually, it is now his—holding company.
Abstraction:
He has the power of being stupid rich.
Lihn.Phan
32 | Lihn Thi Phan | She/Her "I just want to make this world a better place for my daughter." @FernStone
Description:
St Portwell’s sole paranormal therapist, Lihn is a young, constantly tired woman. She takes on only paranormal clients and thanks to this is incredibly overworked, doing near 16 hour days just to fit in all the messed up paranormal in the city. She’s well off thanks to this, even though her rates are surprisingly cheap - she works so hard out of a genuine want to help people, and so that her daughter can grow up in a slightly less messed up city. She graduated just under ten years ago, and is very good at her job. Lihn is calm and responsible, with a deep understanding of human emotion - but a slight emotional detachment too.
Originally from Vietnam, Lihn moved to St Portwell with her dad at a young age. He remarried there and she has a younger half-brother, who still lives with her. Her dad and step-mom were tragically killed during the Stygian Snake’s rampage, which led to a series of bad decisions and a drunken one night stand resulting in pregnancy. After this she got her shit back together again, gave birth to her daughter Thanh (now nine), and made a name for herself as a therapist specialising in the paranormal (among the paranormal scene, that is). Lihn is completely neutral towards all the paranormal factions, and really just wishes they would stop fighting so she can cut her hours and spend more time with her daughter. It would also help cure her chronic migraines. Lihn is a rather average woman at five-four, with a gentle appearance and permanent dark circles under her eyes.
Abstraction: Adept - Pink Lux. Channeler: A silver locket necklace
Empathy: Lihn can read the emotions of people near her, easily getting the most basic surface emotions and able to read weaker ones with concentration. She can also subtly change these - taking an emotion that already exists and nudging it one way or another (increasing or decreasing the intensity)
Memory Aid: Lihn can help people remember things they had previously forgotten, or had purposefully forgotten. There’s the possibility this would work with magically cleared memories too.
Memory Reading: With permission from those with emotional fields, Lihn can read someone’s memories - but only those that they remember.
Henri.Han
18 | Huanyi “Henri” Han | He/Him "Chill! Why stress yourself out when you could be having fun?" @FernStone
Description:
Huanyi, or Henri as he goes by outside of family, is the younger brother of Linqian and Jinhai Han. Being eight years younger than them, he didn't share the same close bond - instead they were more like replacement parents for him. Henri is incredibly close to them, to the point of near dependence, and was hit very hard by Jinhai's sudden death. Since then he's been leaning on Linqian even more than he did before, to the point of moving back home. He had a turbulent childhood thanks to his parents dying when he was only eight, before he was passed between distant relatives, finally ending up with Jinhai and Linqian when they were legally able to take him. While he seems well adjusted, his reliance on Linqian even now that he's an adult and his inability to properly look after himself stems from his childhood.
Henri is generally laid back and cheerful, which contrasts his older siblings' personalities. When he starts talking he rarely shuts up. He's very friendly and finds it easy to get close to people - he generally dislikes being alone. He was coddled and spoiled a lot as a kid, and protected from much of the negative effects of his parent’s passing beyond the emotional ones. He’s always been a bit of a troublemaker (though nowhere near as bad as Linqian as a teenager) and caused plenty of annoyances for his older siblings, but they still dote on him. He's a teenager with very few worries, often taking his siblings' sacrifices for his normal life for granted. He's just been sheltered far too much by Linqian and Jinhai. This means that he's quite immature, with a lack of understanding of how difficult it can be to make ends meet because his siblings always kept that hidden from him. He's never worked a day in his life and barely knows how to help around the house.
Henri is quite smart, and is doing mechanical engineering at University of Wisconsin–Madison. However, he’s currently taking a year long break and has moved back in with Linqian in St Portwell. Unknown to Linqian, Henri went through his kindling event during his first year of college and is no longer just one eye open. He plans to use some of this year out to learn more about magic. He's still new to the paranormal world since his siblings never talked to him about it, and very inexperienced. Henri is a tall young man, at 6'2" (taller than both his siblings) with dark curly hair he keeps short at the sides and longer at the top. He doesn't put much thought into how he dresses, normally going more simple with jeans and t-shirts.
Abstraction: Adept - Green & Red Lux. Channeler: a wallet picture of him and his siblings
Light Absorption: Henri can absorb light into his body, from any source, and then use it to enhance himself or use light based attacks. He can shoot the light back out of his body, such as through a hand, or use it to create a floating, gentle light. He can also use it to enhance himself, such as making himself “lighter” and thus faster or enhancing his vision to be able to see on the electromagnetic spectrum. This spell essentially negates any light he absorbs. He could also absorb and then manipulate other elements he has an affinity for, but he hasn’t figured that out yet.
Sabrina.Vanburen
31 | Sabrina Lydia Vanburen | She/Her"Everyone loses themselves once or twice."
Description:
Affectionately called "Bean" by Britney Williams, Sabrina is the enigmatic and magnanimous child of James Vanburen, one of his many. The primary distinction between Sabrina and the rest is that she is openly transgender, and the secondary one is that she reveres her father. Unlike the other siblings, who harbor grudges against him, Sabrina holds her father in the highest regard and lives with him as an example. Like the rest of the Vanburens, Sabrina was born and raised in St. Portwell but primarily found herself in the higher-end schools or on exquisite vacations on her father's dime. It was where she found herself and claimed that the "caterpillar became the butterfly." She abandoned her previous identity later in life, and after much expensive surgery (or as she claims), she became the person she is now.
Sabrina graduated with a master's in Fashion Design and a Bachelor's in Costuming. She is very well known in the high-fashion and modeling fields, which is why she met her friend Britney Williams. Sabrina is an open social activist, donating much of the funds she earns with her career to different charities and helping those in need - much like her father would have. Sabrina would fight tooth and nail to help the city in any way she could, not just because she loved the place she grew up but because it was the magnanimous thing to do. While she's not the most prominent social media superstar, she is well-known in different parts of the city. Sabrina is a fairly tall woman, six feet even, but she's somewhat skinny (Somewhat in the way that she has a bit of chub) and not very curvy. She is mixed, half-black, and half-white. Sabrina rarely speaks, and when she does, she says with a gentle softness that only the most nurturing and compassionate could have.
Abstraction: Adjoined - The Silkworm.
An Abstraction that Sabrina has had since she was a teenager... the Silkworm is an Apparition that was a part of her father's collection that she discovered after being nosy and going through his things. It took the shape of an ancient sweater... and latched onto her. After freaking out, her father taught her the ropes of the Silkworm and that it was her friend. The Silkworm has several different abilities, but at its basest is that she can telekinetically manipulate all fibers/fabrics (wool, silk, cotton, etc), denim, nylons, polyester, rayon, flannel, leather, feather down, linen, and spandex.
One aspect of Silkworm's abstraction is the ability to create fabric from her body and several meters of cloth near-instantly from her body. The most potent aspect of Silkworm is the ability to manipulate the tensile strength of clothes. Tensile strength is how much stress a single thread can withstand before it snaps; Silkworm can adjust how much it takes before it snaps. She can, at most, give a single thread the tensile strength of diamonds, or she can make it shred like wet tissue paper. This abstraction comes with a subtle (and useless) extrasensory ability as it gives Sabrina the exact measurements of the people around her, and she can make outfits for them.
Her clothes? Well, that's the Silkworm's "body," and it can instantly change her outfit.
Odessa.Maxwell
Doesn't Remember | Odessa Kayla Maxwell | She/Her"Life is a wheel... and I just want to make sure it keeps going."
Description:
The mysterious traveler... a woman who met her end eons ago and returned as an Apparition. This Apparition was known as the Nurturing Will, as Odessa, at the time, did not remember the name of her past life. The Nurturing Will went from place to place, enriching barren lands and helping people until she latched onto a woman named Adaeze Okafor and adjoined to her until the woman's death. After she died, The Nurturing Will took her body and, using her abstraction, formed a younger version of Adaeze. The Nurturing Will made an alias to blend in with humans, and Odessa was born.
Thus, Odessa drifted from place to place, universe to universe, seeing herself as a broken "balancer" or "protector" of mankind, battling malicious forces and solving supernatural situations. The woman's demeanor is odd; she always smiles and rambles about something. She is unpredictable and strange; however, underneath that veneer is a being that is utterly cunning and devious, perhaps harmless. Perhaps the most dangerous woman or "thing" in St. Portwell.
Odessa can be seen around the streets of St. Portwell, giving flowers to people she finds interesting. She has a particular interest in members of the Sycamore Tree Coven and has been stalking them from a distance for quite a while. Odessa usually looks like a tribal African girl who always wears an orange robe with some dreads that hang off her head. She is short and skinny, standing at five-even, and what is odd about her body is that she's cold as a corpse and has no heartbeat.
Weird, ain't it?
Abstraction:
The only thing abnormal about her is her desire to boop Scottish people.
Yasmin.Faris
47 | Yasmin Faris | She/Her"This is a family business. Any acts against it are personal." @Atrophy
Description:
Born in America after her family abandoned the country that they had helped destabilize through contract killing and arms dealing, Yasmin Corey could’ve lived a posh life pretending to be ignorant of the blood money that filled her family coffers. Her traditionalist father believed that the family business was no place for his daughter, focusing instead on his sons. In fact, Yasmin was viewed as little more than a social bargaining chip, an offering to be sacrificed to further establish his family by linking them to a dynasty. At the time her marriage to Malik Faris was little more than a business deal, her role being to produce an offspring as fast as possible to forever tie the two families together. Sloane was born within a year of their marriage, serving as the glue that would seal their union.
Little did Yasmin’s father know that it would become a deal that Yasmin manipulated to give herself all of the power. She was able to wrap Malik around her finger and use his curses to bring ruin upon her brothers, making her the only legal heir to her family fortune. She took plays from her family’s line of work to further her husband’s under-the-table business, translating the shadowy wetwork and smuggling to the less bloody and often more financially rewarding world of art theft. It was Yasmin that convinced Malik to expand beyond selling illegal art and begin selling Apparitions, a lucrative business idea that skyrocketed the Farises from being just another part of the one percent to being the one percent of the one percent.
Like the ultra wealthy planning to evacuate Earth and live in space instead of taking care of the one planet they have, Yasmin and Malik fled Shimmer when the Stygian Snake threatened their reality. When their ungrateful daughter refused to flee and stayed behind to die, Yasmin was the one to convince Malik to leave her to die. In truth, Yasmin had always been afraid of Sloane, worried that her daughter would one day screw her over just like Yasmin had her father. If not for the promise of plentiful payday, Yasmin would never even have considered returning to St. Portwell.
Abstraction:
Adept - Orange Lux. Channeler: Diamond Bracelet
Yasmin has an affinity for infusing items with magic and transforming them into magical artifacts based upon myth and legend.
Awaken: Yasmin infuses a mundane object with Orange Lux, causing it to gain a magical property. The infusion is quick but short lived, functioning only as long as Yasmin continues to channel Orange Lux into the device. Yasmin does not pick the magical property an item gets, but rather “awakens” the latent paranormal potential inside of an item that has been impressed on it by people through collective ideas and tropes inspired by myth, folklore, and fiction. For example if Yasmin were to cast Awaken on a rug it would become a flying carpet while casting it upon a cloak would allow the wearer to turn invisible. Upon casting the spell she gains inherent knowledge on how the magical object works.
Transmogrification: A prolonged ritual that elevates the process of Awakening the magic in an item to permanently imbuing an item with magic and turning it into an artifact. An artifact cannot simply be created by investing time and magic; the object used in the process requires some kind of cultural significance embedded in it through the power of myth or folklore. Generally, this requires the magical artifact Yasmin is creating to be an actual ancient artifact or, at the very least, to be widely believed to be an actual ancient artifact—things found in museums or put up for bid in high society auction houses. Even once she has found a proper curio to Transmogrify into a magical artifact, Yasmin is required to go through a creative process of casting Awaken spells and performing rituals using Orange Lux to truly unlock the potential of the item. Through this process she can morph and fine tune the magical property of the artifact, taking what has been imbued in it through the public zeitgeist and tweaking its design to her own desires. This process often takes months if not years to complete.
Yasmin can still Awaken an object that has not yet completely undergone Transmogrification into an artifact, allowing her to essentially perform test runs. Like with any Awakened object, this requires her to constantly channel Orange Lux. Once the object has undergone Transmogrification it functions just like an artifact and can be used without Lux. Once Yasmin creates an artifact she cannot create an additional copy of it while the artifact still functions, meaning she cannot supply the world with cloaks of invisibility or magic carpets. Essentially, the artifact is THE Magic Carpet, not a magic carpet.
The Trojan Passport, an ancient sliver of bronze that allows a person to create a one-way gateway between unconnected thresholds.
Inspired by the myth of the Trojan Horse, the creation of the Trojan Passport required Yasmin to first find a piece of the Trojan Horse—which does not exist. However, what did exist was parts for ancient Greece siege engines that, when presented with certificates of authenticity by manipulated experts and given value and public awareness through a controversial auction, infused the part of the siege engine with enough of a story that made people believe it could be part of the Trojan Horse, thus allowing Yasmin to work her magic on it.
The Transmogrifying still took several hundred hours to complete spread out over almost a year of time. Throughout the process the Trojan Passport magical property shifted from a handheld battering ram capable of collapsing walls with a simple knock to a bizarre charm that essentially acted as a VIP badge to what it is today: an artifact that captures the essence of the Trojan Horse by allowing the user to bypass gates and walls by creating connecting thresholds elsewhere.
Infringement: Yasmin can strip an artifact she has made of its powers. This allows her to recreate the artifact elsewhere, or temporarily disable it if it falls into the hands of someone she opposes. A simple Awaken spell can be used to cancel out the temporarily disablement caused by an Infringement spell. Recreating the artifact is a much faster process than the original creation, taking about a full workday to recreate. However, it does require the proper materials to recreate, which can be difficult to come by.
Malik.Faris
67 | Malik Faris | He/Him "The only thing remembered is what is left behind." @Atrophy
Description:
Malik may not wear a crown today, but he can trace his family lineage back to ancient Damascene kings. The Faris family have always been major players in shaping the world, from using their magic to rule it openly from atop a throne to eventually stepping away and manipulating it from the shadows. For over the past century the Faris family has made a name for themselves as the premier art and antique dealers, but they’re so much more than that. By controlling the flow and exposure of art they were also able to once manipulate history, painting the revisionist stories that the victors wanted to be spread and burying the records left behind by the defeated and the downtrodden.
Malik came to America in his twenties, escaping the political turmoil that his eventual wife’s family had a hand in creating, and eventually settled in St. Portwell. Malik had little interest in continuing the cabalistic ways of his family, content with being rich and becoming richer—only occasionally crossing the line by cursing someone who got in the way of his profiteering. It was during this time of establishing himself in St. Portwell that Malik met James Vanburen, sparking a friendship/rivalry that would last for decades. However, his priority in life shifted from acquiring pure capital to leaving behind a lasting legacy after he married Yasmin and had his daughter Sloane. Perhaps fueled by his jealousy of James Vanburen and his cavalcade of varying levels of successful children, Malik fueled every resource he had into raising a perfect daughter to create the impression that he had been a perfect father.
Of course these resources required capital. It took very little arm twisting from Yasmin to expand the Faris Empire further and further into the cabalistic sphere it had once been a part of, just as it took almost nothing to convince him to use his magic to curse her siblings making them the sole inheritors of her father’s fortunes. Anything for his precious Sloane. However, his daughter betrayed his support when she refused to run from the Stygian Snake with them, her act of rebellion crippling his right hand. Yasmin convinced him to let her go, a choice he has been regretting ever since. He had wanted to find a way to get back to his legacy daughter ever since, but only after an old friend had requested the help of him and his wife for a sizable chunk of change was he able to convince Yasmin to return to St. Portwell.
Abstraction:
Adept - Blue Lux. Channeler: Wedding Ring
Malik has an affinity for curses that ruins a person’s credibility, reputation, and good judgment.
Downfall: A slow acting but powerful curse that eventually takes everything away that a person holds dear, inevitably putting them in the position they would be if everything in their life went wrong. It’s more than a simple misfortune curse. A person cursed by a Downfall spell will actively sabotage themselves in a way that simply appears as if they’d just experienced a temporary moment of bad judgment or a lack of self-control, with the frequency between these lapses occuring more and more often as the curse progresses. The road a person takes while experiencing a Downfall is always different—could be making poor investments, engaging in an addiction, to following violent tendencies—and can take anywhere from a few weeks to several years to fully experience. However, the destination is always the same: broken and alone, pushing away everyone and losing everything in the wake of their self-destruction. Even once they hit rock bottom the curse continues to affect the victim, preventing them from trying to pull themselves out of the hole.
Emotional Fields do very little to protect against a Downfall curse, but they do get a strange feeling that an invisible hand is guiding them towards making poor decisions. Oftentimes a paranormal victim will become aware that they are cursed but due to the nature of the curse cannot bring themself to seek to break it or inform others about what has happened to them. A paranormal victim can try to fight back against the curse, extending the timeline they have before they hit rock bottom, but unless somebody else is able to catch wind of what’s happening to them and help break their curse they’ll inevitably experience a total Downfall just like anybody else.
Revision: A fast acting curse that can spread from person to person, a revision spell alters an individual's memory to recall an event they have witnessed differently. The false memory is shaped by a question Malik asks them while casting the spell. Once a person has a false memory in their head any mention of that false memory will leapfrog the curse from the victim to someone else who has witnessed the same incident, causing their memory of the events to be forgotten and replaced with the false memory which they then also believe is true. The curse can continue to spread from this new victim, inevitably allowing for the complete Revision of events through the curse being spread by word of mouth.
Emotional Fields cannot protect against the initial casting of a Revision curse. However, people with Emotional Fields cannot be affected by the curse spreading via word-of-mouth. As well, while the curse sets in pretty quickly and can spread misinformation like wildfire, it can be broken just as fast by physical evidence that empirically disproves the revisioned history in the false memory.
Nora.Foster
22 | Nora Foster | She/Her [hr//]"Yeah, I’ve seen this before." @Blizz
Description:
Nora Foster is a self-employed tech expert. She lives in downtown St. Portwell, and makes a living by fixing, diagnosing and building things for people that can afford her services. In a mundane sense, this includes making trips to places with faulty wiring, repairing computers, salvaging data or writing up programs for someone’s “big tech breakthrough.” She is currently enrolled in college, studying for a PhD in electromechanical engineering. Though, this is more a formality than anything else, as Nora has little need for the education.
In St. Portwell’s paranormal scene, Nora is a trusted asset to people that require a more industrious hand. Groups who push for control won’t always be able to use magic. Sometimes, you need something that can track your opposition without magic, like a specialized drone. Or maybe you lost a limb, and can’t find a healer powerful enough to replace with flesh and blood. This is where Nora comes in, as she has all of this and more. All for the right price. She’s an opportunist, willing to work with many different types of people, barring the most depraved members of society.
Abstraction:Melsha’s Council
Within Nora, an apparition by the name of Melsha has been sealed. In exchange for refuge, Melsha’s immense knowledge of engineering was given to her in a recollection so difficult to comprehend that it nearly killed her. This made Nora into an incredible builder who can create highly sophisticated tech both magic and mundane. Nora’s body is uniquely changed by Melsha’s magic, allowing her to exhibit some of his characteristics.
Necrophage: Bonding with Melsha brought its own set of complications. It was difficult for a being of smoke and brass to inhabit a host of flesh and blood. So a middle ground was necessary, which took the form of a spherical perpetual motion machine known as the Necropage. This device is a prosthetic heart, surgically inserted inside of Nora with her partner’s assistance. It is powered by Melsha’s magic, and incomprehensible complex to anyone other than the two of them.
Sepulcher: A glorified coffin of steel and aluminum, the Sepulcher is a tool used by Melsha and Nora for building bio mechanical devices. This allows them to run maintenance on her heart, or provide her “clients” with magical upgrades.
Creator’s Wit: Melsha’s knowledge of machines is so great that Nora can simply gaze upon a piece of technology and instinctually understand what has gone wrong, or how it works. Car repairs can be planned for before even opening the hood, and walking into a building with faulty infrastructure light up her mind like a Christmas tree. The more complicated the tech, the longer it takes to form a mental picture.
Mechaform: Nora can reshape her hands and arms into a vast variety of tools. Some of these tools make sense from a human perspective, such as screwdrivers, blow torches and ratchets. But many of her Mechaform tools are abstract, as a product of Melsha’s influence. These tools tend to be made for magic, such as “measuring” the colors of an Adept’s lux, or “repairing” emotional fields.
Masterwork: Nora can create a unique brand of artifacts that do not grant abstractions to their user. These artifacts can be anything from a prosthetic limb to an untraceable weapon. Nora’s magic works through clockwork or mechanical systems, meaning there are gearboxes and moving parts to everything she makes. This sounds simple on paper, but through Melsha’s power, her creations go beyond a mundane level of complexity. She could make a fully functioning computer with nothing but rotational force.
The drawbacks to Nora’s tinkering is that Melsha often prefers designs that are, by human standards, old and outdated. Sleek designs are purely aesthetic, there are no wireless microchips, or biometric scanners. This prevents her from applying magic to certain fields, which she would have to use mundane means for.
Isaac.Kane
47 | Isaac Allen Kane | He/Him"I knew you were coming, before you knew you were coming."
Description:
One of the leading men in St. Portwell, Isaac is a top-rated broker that deals in the most valuable thing in St. Portwell: Information. Isaac, with his vast contacts and sources, is highly competent and buys and sells secrets, information, and anything else to the highest bidder. He works with anyone in St. Portwell, from the mundane crime factions to the various magical organizations (Except for the PRA, whom he vehemently despises), and fiercely maintains his neutrality at all costs. Despite it all, Issac attempts to maintain the balance of the city and ensure that one powerhouse doesn't bulldoze over the opposite.
It's unknown what Isaac's past is. All that's known is that he's from LA and has worked with various mafias on the West Coast. Issac is a tall, African-American man with a calm demeanor and classy sense of fashion - seemingly having two suits in every color. He is a habitual cigar chomper and is as trademark to his appearance as his sense of style!
Abstraction: Adjoined - Perseverance.
Perseverance is the Abstraction used by an Apparition named Mr. Morale and lets Issac survive hell. Mr. Morale is an Apparition with a mysterious origin; what he does say is that he was created by a group of people who faced adversity like no other and powered through it through determination, willpower, and strength. Their drive to survive this hell is what created Mr. Morale, and somehow it ended up in the hands of Isaac. With Mr. Morale's abstraction, Perseverance, Isaac has an array of abilities that make him one tough son of a bitch - he's far from invincible, however.
The first ability makes Issac resilient, and he can keep going despite any injuries or if he's exhausted, allowing him to power through any fight like it's nothing. Issac's second ability is that he has mental forditude like no other, and not only will he never give up and remain focused, but he is also immune to psychic intrusion. He also has a regenerative ability, allowing him to heal far faster from mild-to-moderate injuries and saving him from severe injuries. For example, he can recover from most broken bones in a week, and in a few hours, a deep gash would have closed. Issac's stamina is also enhanced and allows him to go for hours at a time (hmmmyes).
The fun and energetic son of James Vanburen, it is stated that Messiah is one of the last children he sired before his unfortunate death ten years ago. However, the timeline of his birth (and the fact that his mother has yet to be identified) raises more questions than answers, leaving his true parentage shrouded in mystery. Currently residing with Sabrina Vanburen and her sisters, Messiah displays an unusual depth of insight and wisdom, often surprising those around him with profound observations and a keen understanding of human nature. Besides, he's like your typical child who loves to play and grows with every day. Messiah stands around four-eleven, is skinny, and is African-American with a bushy afro.
Abstraction:
Messiah is One-Eye-Open.
Various faces of St. Portwell, some magic, some mundane, and some sinister.
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[center][b]"I'm a dominant..."[/b][/center][/table][center][hr][b][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v31J3arX5Kg]"... This is my job."[/url][/b]
[img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/e91570ee96f9a973747062884eeea1ce/tumblr_ntbm31BkSa1sznb4xo1_400.gifv[/img][hr][/center][table][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/XFCLhxV.png[/img][/center][row][/row][row][cell][center][b][color=forestgreen]REALLY PUNCHY GUYS[/color][/b]
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[b][@redbaron1234]
[@Kamen Evie]
[@KaiserElectric]
[@Drag]
[@KremeSupreme]
[@Megsychan]
[@Oddsbod][/b][/center][/cell][cell][center][b][color=forestgreen]THE DISAPPOINTMENT CLUB[/color][/b]
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[b][@Spoopy Scary]
[@Junkmail]
[@Maxx]
[@Luminous Beings]
[@Dragonbud][/b][/center][/cell][cell][center][b][color=forestgreen]OTHER SCRUBS[/color][/b]
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[b][@Zombiedude101]
[@Lord Wraith]
[@FernStone]
[@Atrophy]
[@Moth]
[@Skai]
[@silvermist1116][/b][/center][/cell][/row][/table][table][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/GXlptHc.png[/img][/center][row][/row][row][cell][center][b][color=forestgreen]SETTINGS[/color][/b]
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[b][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/183613-the-tyrant-shell-universe]The Tyrant Shell Universe[/url][/b] - Mechapunk (Mecha and Cyberpunk mixed together).
[b][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/183624-the-black-fall-universe]The Black Fall Universe[/url][/b] - Modern-Superhuman tale.[/center][/cell][cell][center][b][color=forestgreen]LINKS[/color][/b]
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[b][url=https://discord.gg/4FznNGS]The Collective[/url][/b] - My Discord Server.
[b][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/183740-the-ghost-lounge-a-1x1-thread-thats-destined-to-go-places-bad-places]The Ghost Lounge[/url][/b] - My 1x1 Thread.
[b][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/183358-the-ghost-archives]The Ghost Archives[/url][/b] - Character storage.[/center][/cell][/row][/table][table][row][/row][row][cell][img]https://steamuserimages-a.akamaihd.net/ugc/928186361494425545/93DB229F54AD7363FF943FAF9627A2056CE6A354/[/img][/cell][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/wmKBNmF.png[/img][/center][/cell][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/aab171d51ab0877e8cb44ef26725c12f/tumblr_mmijotYZ851spjmjdo1_r1_400.gifv[/img][/cell][/row][row][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/a8b92dee73766c54e1c588067f7b05e9/tumblr_mmijotYZ851spjmjdo2_r1_400.gifv[/img][/cell][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/c6db94e7f43a0116556b31237e9394cb/tumblr_oetl2fk7YA1r9ibuko1_400.gifv[/img][/cell][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/d85b9d9f883fcf1e71cad4d1b5c574e2/tumblr_oetl2fk7YA1r9ibuko2_400.gifv[/img][/cell][/row][row][cell][/cell][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/827528918c7f7bf2672681b30b851654/tumblr_otjspp0ccf1u0vn73o1_400.gifv[/img][/cell][cell][img][/img][/cell][/row][/table][center][b][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnvqcSKho5w]"Oh, I'm afraid we have no allies. No allies nor enemies. I love EVERYONE!"[/url][/b][/center][hr]