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Silly me silly me, for tuttling like we could make something beautifully. And the hands of my man, dusted in bedlam and false promises --while I delved in with love abundances
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I think I'll come back to this relatively soon...but then again, knowing me, I probably won't.

I guess the main point of this is to say: damn, I was gone for over a year from this place. I spent a good bit of inconsistent time on Iwaku, but I kinda missed my roots and the place I originally called home.

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...that would be my cue.

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| NAME(S): |
Abelle D'Voire ​

| NICKNAME(S): |
Belle​

| ALIAS(ES): |
Swarm​

| D.O.B.:|
07/18/1993

| AGE: |
22

| SEX: |
Female. She/Her//They/Them

| SEXUALITY: |
Heterosexual

| APPEARANCE: |
Belle stands 5'11 (relatively tall for her nature) with seemingly-unnatural long, slender limbs that threaten to be lanky but are instead co-ordinated into smooth, graceful motion. She weighs an ethereal 100lbs, has pale green eyes that almost seem amber in the right light, her hair turns a dark brown if she lets it grow out - not that it's been past its usual grade-1 buzzcut in 3 years - and her wide nose has a ring piercing through one of the nostrils. All of her quirks combined, along with her wide-set eyes, give Belle a kind of alien beauty that entrances some and repels others. She swings between light, natural-esque makeup or heavy, dark eyes and lips, and her clothing aligns similarly, but always seems well-constructed and cutting-edge.​

| ABILITIES/SKILLS: |

Abilities;
  • Pheromone-based Insect Manipulation - Belle is able to secrete specific pheromones from the sweat pores of her body, creating an invisible beacon for all manner of insect, crustacean, and arachnid life to come crawling out of nooks and crannies of the world to seek the source - inevitable finding Belle herself - and then await further instruction. Belle's variety of pheromones are subtle enough in their distinctions to almost emulate telekinetic control, but in truth, Belle is simply signalling certain instinctual impulses in the swarms she can amass, which can range from complete aggression to total pacifism to absolute retreat.

    The uses of her swarm are only limited by Belle's imagination, and her willingness to test the limits of her pheromone control. Only time will tell whether Belle's abilities will develop any unexpected advancements, or if her pheromones are limited only to bug-specific signals.

Limitations;
  • Swarm Source: Belle cannot produce bugs, nor does she keep her pheromones in a permanent 'on-state', as this would lead to a bigger swarm than she can control, as well as massive ecosystem instability and a negative public reaction when she arrives on-campus with half a city's worth of bugs trailing behind her. As a result, Belle must preempt a situation in which a swarm will serve her, and then carefully amass such a hive with selective pheromones while also ensuring she does not let the size run amok. If there are no bugs in the immediate vicinity, Belle will have to wait longer and try harder to reach out further, and if there are no bugs at all, Belle will have no swarm.
  • Swarm Size: As mentioned above, the larger Belle's current swarm, the more difficult it is to maintain pinpoint control as is possible with a smaller group. While she can use the swarm itself to proliferate her pheromones within itself for increased efficiency, the larger the swarm is, the more likely it becomes for sections of it to break away as the rest of it receives new or different instructions, resulting in a large chunk loss as half of the swarm begins leaving or even in-fighting due to the many different species of insect that can be co-habiting one of Belle's swarms at any given time. As such, Belle's pheromone control is a careful knife-edge game - enough to create a swarm and then make it large enough to allow it to govern itself, but not so big as to implode itself. It is far too easy for Belle to simply leave a pheromone lingering for too long, and a swarm to disappear as quickly as it arrived.

Weaknesses;
  • Instinct Override: Despite Belle's pheromones, her control is not infallible. Strong enough instinctual responses in the insects that make up her swarm can override any existing pheromone commands and cause the insects to revert to their nature; as such, strong fear, hunger, or mating impulses can destabilize a swarm entirely.
  • Insect Biology: The insects that make up Belle's swarms are just that: insects. While, in large numbers and under Belle's command, they are capable of inspiring fear and causing lasting damage to Belle's enemies, they are still subject to the frailty of their forms - any method that would normally disperse a large cluster of insects will work equally well against Belle's swarms.

| BACKSTORY: |
Belle remembers very little of her childhood, and the fleeting snatches of imagery she does hold are all the same; clinical, white expanses of beds and linoleum floors, corridors alternating between concerned doctors and nurses and concerned sick people, some worse than others, many better off than Belle. She was born in Paris, France, and was out of hospital for eight months before she returned - according to her parents, they were the best eight months Paris had ever seen.

Belle was born with a debilitating neuro-degenerative condition that began to manifest a lot earlier than any pre-natal (or post-natal, for that matter) doctor had been able to predict at any point during her mother's term; doctors had given Belle five un-impeded years. She had lasted less than one. Grief-stricken and desperate for any help they could seize for their dying baby daughter, her parents quickly signed away Belle to an experimental trial run in by US Scientists. The D'Voire, minimal as it was, left its roots behind in favour of Belle's last gasp in America.

Belle's parents landed a week and four days after Belle had been taken to America, three days after she had been subjected to the first phase of the trial that was to save her life. Her parents had been given surprisingly little information about what the treatment entailed, but after they had been settled in to their new home, and their daughter had been returned to them, they were fully briefed on the trial. The few participants that had been selected had been given a treatment course of genetically altered genome tags that had originally belonged to a small selection of insects, which had been chosen for specific properties their species possessed that could possibly treat - or cure - the conditions of the trial's patients. It was a long shot, the scientists involved hoping that the tags would bind to the faulty DNA of the patients and fix - or override - the imperfect processes that caused the condition, but over several months, the treatment worked. Belle got better. Her parents counted their blessings, and began to move on with their lives. A long time later, Belle would inquire about the laboratories she had frequented during her initial years.

Belle's life after her initial crisis was relatively normal. Her parents were terrified of any illness, paranoid they would undo the treatment that had made her well, or introduce another problem that they would not be able to surmount; but Belle carried on through pre-adolescence into post-puberty with no troubling health issues, taking a keen interest in nature and insects in particular after learning of her condition and its cure. To this end, she eventually moved across states to Larissa at 19 to study at the college there, interested in the citie's history of flirtation with super-individuals, and attracted by the premium course they offered in Entomology. She now lives with two other students in The Sound.

Recently, Belle has been feeling something peculiar shifting within her body, though she isn't sure what.

| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: |
Belle's deepest desire, though she isn't truly aware of it, is to know everything about her body, and be in control of all its aspects; whether this be the neuro-degenerative condition she was born with, the insect genome tags that cured it still lurking in her DNA, or the new shifts in her body chemistry, she desires to understand it. She also wants to prove her early sickness has had no bearing on her mind in its maturity, and strives for academic greatness in that respect.

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| NOTES: |
  • You like characters (therefore you like me).


As always, I love your face claims. Perf. And like, 10,000 house points for slipping the word ethereal into that CS. I really love how you've done a good job at checking her powers and giving appropriate weaknesses.

I'd like to see something in terms of Applications for the powers. There's a shit-ton of applications that we've seen with those powers, but what is our girl Belle going to do with it? Also something in the area of personality as well. We get a little bit of who Belle is, but not much. I always like seeing a bit of that, especially for something Mavericks based.

The motivation is a little lacking. I like the "jumping off point" you give when you say she just wants to understand her body. So is this burgeoning vigilante life going to start off like an experiment to her? That could definitely be interesting. I'd just like to see something that would make her want to run off and join the Mavericks.

Overall, I don't really have any "problems" with the RP. Really just clean up those small points and you're good to go

That'd be @Stein's cue to go to work.


Guess that works out because that's where I've been.
So, @Dirge

@Heathen
@Nemaisare
@Natty

How would you all like to ideally grow your characters? Not necessarily just power-wise, but them as a person?
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That is the worst committing I have ever seen. You just threw him off a ten story building. You could kill him in the next post if Fitzy feels like taking the day off. Can Fitz take the day off?

Anyway, Whoo! Things are happening! And now I want to know what they are.


Fitz had a hair appointment today with Sallay Shantay.

I like to the keep 'em interesting!
You poor soul. I would not want to revisit that mind set haha.


Right! And I'm realizing what I've just committed to by actually putting a post now I'm like tied to this little bastard.

.....dammit
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I'm glad you didn't go anywhere less respectable with that one.

Like inside of a 15 year old boy.

I couldn't resist.


Oh Hilly, you never fail to disappoint.

Wait, I mean you never disappoint, you failure.

Wait no, I mean you never disappoint.

wait, no--the first one was right.
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Well that seems slightly rude.


I suppose so.

I apologize for anyone who took offense. The statement was meant in jest.

Also, I posted. And she is brewed to perfection. #Sip

In case you are wondering, yes--it IS excruciatingly hard to realistically get into the mind of an innocent 15 year old boy.
Miles Bergeron




Olympus District

One night after the explosion

Lesson One of being a Hero On the Rise? Stay in your lane. David may have been able to take on Goliath, but that had to be ordained by God himself, and most upstart vigilantes don’t have that kind of access, time or dedication. At least one ass whooping or pride bruiser is inevitable, it’s pretty much in the “Hero” job description. However, why take a waterboarding when you can just take a couple gut punches? Chances are, if your vigilante get-up doesn’t have a crotch sweat stain by the time you take on your first terrorist cell, it’s probably too soon. There is no shame in the vigilante who starts out tackling purse snatchers and enemies without military grade weapons, as mundane as it might sound.

Miles Bergeron tried to keep this in mind as he shook his jitters out, atop the SafeKnight International Bank building. A lone figure among the city lights that reached him.

‘Man. 10 stories seems like a lot more distance when you’re standing on top.’

He ideally had hopes of at least reaching 17, if only to waltz into a rated R movie unattended. Of course, preparing to jump from a building and quite literally hurl himself into danger might be counterproductive to that, but hey,

“Some things, you just gotta do.” His own voice startled him, he’d been uncharacteristically quiet for so long. On top of one of the corporate bank buildings in the Olympus district, the wind was all he needed to hear.

It was the highest he had ever been up with his powers. Up there, looking at the twinkling inter-network of a city flickering so dimly, he could almost convince himself that he could actually make a difference in the city. If he would just jump. Jump into the fray of the fight with Fitz around him, just maybe. Maybe he could do it. But, he couldn’t seem to take the plunge.

He sighed as his phone rang. He dreaded his mother’s voice. Her coming home early from work and finding him gone. It was bound to happen. He looked down beside him, only to remember that his phone was off, and stashed in his Hideaway spot.

“Then who…?” He turned to another figure outlined in darkness, on the opposite side of the roof of the building. The screen briefly illuminated a man’s face before it quickly plummeted into the darkness. Miles reacted with a start before catching himself. It seemed like the man had let go of the phone intentionally. A few seconds more of observation showed the man bouncing on his heels, shaking himself. Standing one foot and leaning forward! It dawned on Miles, what this was and his stomach sank.

Miles was an attentive kid, even if he was still rather hard headed. His mom often taught him little tips and tricks to survive in the world from the perspective of a nurse. Proudly CPR certified, 1st responder and all those other fun civilian titles to help a human in trouble, she’d even taken the time to describe those who might be suicidal.

It was going to be one of those nights for him.

Miles had to get the man’s attention. A hero would never stand idly by. No good person would. But shouting might startle him as would trying demand his attention. Miles decided to draw his attention instead. He focused on the source of his magic, the twist in the pit of his stomach. It spread to his chest and from his mind flowed the thought of this power. A soft aura began to emanate from him. The man began to notice and turned to him.
“Who are you?”

“You know it’s cold up here tonight, and you don’t even have a jacket. I’m not even that reckless, man,” Miles responded, thankful that he still had his hood up and his cowl on.

The man fully turned to him now, his interest momentarily piqued. “Are you…? You’re just a kid? What are you doing up here?” he demanded.

Miles shrugged, “I was actually about to ask you the same thing.”
This faltered the man and he was silent for a moment. “I...it’s easier when you’re young. Even as bad as it is now, it’s still easier when you are young.”

Miles’ heart was seemed to trying to force itself through his chest cavity from anxiety and nerves, but he leveled his tone, standing slowly. “You’d be surprised where a kid like me can be, because of how bad it is now. How did you do it?” ’Appeal to him. Calm him down. Talk him down. Calm him down. Talk him down. Calm him down. Talk him down.’

The man looked over the ledge again Miles used that break in contact to quicken his pace.

“I don’t think I can...it’s not worth it anymore,” the man finally spoke. Miles was upon him at this point. Now that the man could see him, he gave a mix between a scoff and a chuckle. “A ‘vigilante’ eh?” For a moment, the man seemed to calm. And Miles believed he could really talk him down.

Though he would come to realize one night that “Stay in your lane” also means “Use your goddamn common sense...dumbass” (roughly translated of course), tonight was not that night. And sometimes a man has to dig through the fool to find the sage inside. And Miles Bergeron, in his rambunctious glory, stepped out onto the ledge to meet Mr. Ozukai.

“Yeah,” Miles said putting his hands on his hips, proudly. “Somebody’s gotta try and make some change around here. Somebody gotta try to be something...like you said, shits getting bad out there.”

"Hiro Ozukai,” the man offered, giving a smile.

He hesitated for a brief moment, deciding to commit to his role as a Hero in Training. “PsycheOut at your service,” Miles planted his foot down and jutted his chest, a warmth spreading through his body. Mr. Ozukai’s smile, his sudden change in mood.

’Maybe this is what it’s all about,’ he thought with a soft smile as he let himself relax when the shudder ran up the building roof, violently shaking it --and its occupants. There was a gasp and a shared moment between the two males as they locked eyes--the danger realized. Imminent. They teetered over, arms flailed and gravity did what it had always done.

“FIIIIIIIIIIIITZ!” The young hero cried out as he plummeted with Mr. Ozukai.

Because when a fool falls, he falls fast. And God help the fool who hasn’t dreamed to fly.

When you don’t heed Lesson 1, your hero life might be short-lived.
Happy Mother's day to any of y'all that got some little "Missed opportunities to swallow" running around
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Where your post at, ho?


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