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Confiteor deo; omnipotenti... Beata Mariae; semper virgini.. Beata Michaele...
A chorus of united chants filled the small abbey as from the room; illuminated by a few candles, a cluster of nuns could be seen, their heads bowed in prayer. The nuns clenched their rosaries in hand as they lifted their eyes to the gold encrusted crucifix suspended above them. However, a particular nun was having difficulty in keeping awake.
Et tibi pater... Mea culpa; mea culpa maxima
Syre jolted awake as a familiar vibration was resonating from a device in her attire. It was an alarm. Syre looked around as she noticed that most, if not all, of the sisters were still submerged in prayer. The young nun excused herself as she hurriedly exited the chapel. Syre darted to her dorm as she sat on the bed; pondering upon her thoughts. One part of her told her not to go, the other saying that she should. The nun battled within herself as she lifted her eyes to the heavens. Suddenly, a determined look formed on her face. Syre exhaled as she decided that she would go... After all, it was probably something important.
Syre jumped into the air, and almost immediately, a flash of blue spawned; illuminating the darkness. Syre arrived outside of the tower. She hasn't been inside for a long time now... That was the reason why she didn't attempt to teleport inside. Syre observed the changes that had happened to the tower... It was still standing strong, with some modifications from whoever was responsible.
The young nun smiled softly as she held back a tear; it was all too mesmerizing, and alluring. The reason why she didn't return for a while to the tower was because their activities brought back too much memories... Especially, that memory that involved a cold, and dark rain.
Syre shook her head as she strengthened her will. The girl jumped into the air, creating a flash of blue light. Suddenly, she appeared inside the tower in another burst of light. Syre walked around; noticing the alarms that were going on, and on. However, the sight that captured her the most was perhaps, the original teen titans.
"Isn't this quite nostalgic? I have to say, I was quite happy with the call. I almost slept during that prayer gathering." Syre chuckled as she smiled softly. "But perhaps, I should be honest. It's good to see you guys again."
A chorus of united chants filled the small abbey as from the room; illuminated by a few candles, a cluster of nuns could be seen, their heads bowed in prayer. The nuns clenched their rosaries in hand as they lifted their eyes to the gold encrusted crucifix suspended above them. However, a particular nun was having difficulty in keeping awake.
Et tibi pater... Mea culpa; mea culpa maxima
Syre jolted awake as a familiar vibration was resonating from a device in her attire. It was an alarm. Syre looked around as she noticed that most, if not all, of the sisters were still submerged in prayer. The young nun excused herself as she hurriedly exited the chapel. Syre darted to her dorm as she sat on the bed; pondering upon her thoughts. One part of her told her not to go, the other saying that she should. The nun battled within herself as she lifted her eyes to the heavens. Suddenly, a determined look formed on her face. Syre exhaled as she decided that she would go... After all, it was probably something important.
Syre jumped into the air, and almost immediately, a flash of blue spawned; illuminating the darkness. Syre arrived outside of the tower. She hasn't been inside for a long time now... That was the reason why she didn't attempt to teleport inside. Syre observed the changes that had happened to the tower... It was still standing strong, with some modifications from whoever was responsible.
The young nun smiled softly as she held back a tear; it was all too mesmerizing, and alluring. The reason why she didn't return for a while to the tower was because their activities brought back too much memories... Especially, that memory that involved a cold, and dark rain.
Syre shook her head as she strengthened her will. The girl jumped into the air, creating a flash of blue light. Suddenly, she appeared inside the tower in another burst of light. Syre walked around; noticing the alarms that were going on, and on. However, the sight that captured her the most was perhaps, the original teen titans.
"Isn't this quite nostalgic? I have to say, I was quite happy with the call. I almost slept during that prayer gathering." Syre chuckled as she smiled softly. "But perhaps, I should be honest. It's good to see you guys again."
Appearance:
Disguise:
Real Name: Syre Danira
Alias: Rift
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Weapons: None
Powers/Skills: Riftwalk
-Syre rearranges her molecules, and the molecules of the things around her. After a few seconds, Syre can reform the molecules in another area. In other words, Syre can teleport to areas she has seen before, but with the addition, that she passively brings along objects around her. This ability can be used offensively by teleporting blades or other weapons in another area; thereby showering targeted area in blades. If used fatally, Syre can even partially teleport enemies; causing potent decapitation. When used defensively, Syre can teleport projectiles away from her allies. There is a fatal flaw to this technique though, when Syre materializes once more, and she screws up, the objects she brought with her, or objects at the area, may embed themselves to her... causing fatal damage. This ability is often started, and ended, with a flash of blue and white light. It should be noted that the farther the distance, the more energy is required for Syre to teleport.
Personality: When being a nun, Syre is notably very meek, and kind. She will always face a problem with a smile, and a chuckle. It is even said that Syre could never be angered no matter what people would do to her. She would often speak in a calm, and kind tone to whoever she speaks; she radiated a very warm, and welcoming aura. However, what most wouldn't know, is her past. When out of the watchful eyes of the convent, Syre is actually a cold, and unrelenting person. She is very snide, and sometimes can give off a very bad remark against others.
Biography: On a rainy night, a baby girl was left to the care of an abbey. There, the girl was brought up to be a fine lady... seemingly graceful, and pious. That was until a priest came by. On the days that the girl was left alone; the priest would do things that desecrated every vow that the bastard had took. Night, after night... the painful shrieks could be heard deep down in the abbey's quarters, and Syre didn't utter one sound for fear of her life. It was until the moment that the young girl, Syre, snapped in rage. When the priest had ventured once more to sate his lust, the girl had already prepared for him. Upon entering the girl's quarters, Syre lunged at the priest, tackling him to the ground. However, the strength of men was something she couldn't undo. The priest pinned her down as a smile appeared on his face. The girl shouted in fear as something triggered in her mind.
A flash of blue light, and Syre found herself outside of the abbey... the cold rain; as cold as the people, rained upon her like icy needles. She felt something leaning on her chest. Syre's eyes loomed slowly as the pair carefully took in the deed that was done. The priest... or rather, what was left of the priest fell lifeless to the floor. Crimson liquid seeped through the damp grass as the girl cried out in agony; the moon her only ear.
The sisters soon found out of the events as they carefully took in Syre once more. It was revealed to Syre that the abbey wasn't only for prayers, it was a place for training. While the sisters reprimanded her for not telling them, they still said their apology for not paying attention. The sisters themselves were actually more than what they seemed.
For years, Syre trained under the tutelage of the nuns. Her powers being fostered for good, not for evil. While on the surface, Syre appears happy, and enthusiastic, deep beyond that smile lies a scowl so scarred, that it would, perhaps, never heal.
Extra Info:
-Syre is trained by the Sisters of the Lost Souls or the Sls sisters. As such, Syre's name would be written as: Sr. Syre Danira, Sls.
-Syre is the youngest nun so far in the abbey.
-The SLS sisters are monitoring Syre's movements whenever possible. As such, Syre mostly joined the Teen Titans in order for her to get away from their eyes.
-Syre has some skill with hand-to-hand combat, but she is not versatile in it.
-The area around her Riftwalk is about half a meter
Disguise:
Real Name: Syre Danira
Alias: Rift
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Weapons: None
Powers/Skills: Riftwalk
-Syre rearranges her molecules, and the molecules of the things around her. After a few seconds, Syre can reform the molecules in another area. In other words, Syre can teleport to areas she has seen before, but with the addition, that she passively brings along objects around her. This ability can be used offensively by teleporting blades or other weapons in another area; thereby showering targeted area in blades. If used fatally, Syre can even partially teleport enemies; causing potent decapitation. When used defensively, Syre can teleport projectiles away from her allies. There is a fatal flaw to this technique though, when Syre materializes once more, and she screws up, the objects she brought with her, or objects at the area, may embed themselves to her... causing fatal damage. This ability is often started, and ended, with a flash of blue and white light. It should be noted that the farther the distance, the more energy is required for Syre to teleport.
Personality: When being a nun, Syre is notably very meek, and kind. She will always face a problem with a smile, and a chuckle. It is even said that Syre could never be angered no matter what people would do to her. She would often speak in a calm, and kind tone to whoever she speaks; she radiated a very warm, and welcoming aura. However, what most wouldn't know, is her past. When out of the watchful eyes of the convent, Syre is actually a cold, and unrelenting person. She is very snide, and sometimes can give off a very bad remark against others.
Biography: On a rainy night, a baby girl was left to the care of an abbey. There, the girl was brought up to be a fine lady... seemingly graceful, and pious. That was until a priest came by. On the days that the girl was left alone; the priest would do things that desecrated every vow that the bastard had took. Night, after night... the painful shrieks could be heard deep down in the abbey's quarters, and Syre didn't utter one sound for fear of her life. It was until the moment that the young girl, Syre, snapped in rage. When the priest had ventured once more to sate his lust, the girl had already prepared for him. Upon entering the girl's quarters, Syre lunged at the priest, tackling him to the ground. However, the strength of men was something she couldn't undo. The priest pinned her down as a smile appeared on his face. The girl shouted in fear as something triggered in her mind.
A flash of blue light, and Syre found herself outside of the abbey... the cold rain; as cold as the people, rained upon her like icy needles. She felt something leaning on her chest. Syre's eyes loomed slowly as the pair carefully took in the deed that was done. The priest... or rather, what was left of the priest fell lifeless to the floor. Crimson liquid seeped through the damp grass as the girl cried out in agony; the moon her only ear.
The sisters soon found out of the events as they carefully took in Syre once more. It was revealed to Syre that the abbey wasn't only for prayers, it was a place for training. While the sisters reprimanded her for not telling them, they still said their apology for not paying attention. The sisters themselves were actually more than what they seemed.
For years, Syre trained under the tutelage of the nuns. Her powers being fostered for good, not for evil. While on the surface, Syre appears happy, and enthusiastic, deep beyond that smile lies a scowl so scarred, that it would, perhaps, never heal.
Extra Info:
-Syre is trained by the Sisters of the Lost Souls or the Sls sisters. As such, Syre's name would be written as: Sr. Syre Danira, Sls.
-Syre is the youngest nun so far in the abbey.
-The SLS sisters are monitoring Syre's movements whenever possible. As such, Syre mostly joined the Teen Titans in order for her to get away from their eyes.
-Syre has some skill with hand-to-hand combat, but she is not versatile in it.
-The area around her Riftwalk is about half a meter
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