Synthesis

The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

Heads up to all them smoker characters running low, Nir brings you savages the Ghost Leaf. It may be blue instead of brown but it works just as well.

Syn's Shadowed Sanctuary

Ghost Leaf

G H O S T L E A F

Horticultural ● Industrial Crop ● Drug

_{S U M M A R Y}

Ghost Leaf is a hardy plant that grows in close-together bunches. It's an easy crop that seems to flourish just about anywhere, though it's uncommon in the wild. The plant is easily maintained as a crop due to it's nature to clone itself, meaning the plants never spread widely but will self-sustain themselves in small areas year-round. It produces no edibles, and has wide, blue and green leaves that are firm and leathery. The plant protects itself by coating the leaves in an oily, bitter substance that must be washed off before drying the leaves. A by product of this mechanism however is the absorption of chemicals that have a nicotine like affect on humans. The leaf of the plant becomes brittle once dried, and crumbles into large flakes similar to tobacco, or typical fish flakes. From there it can be smoked and the natural chemical ingested into the blood stream. The smoke is noted to have a bitter stench with underlying tones of mint.

Nicotrite is consistent with the plants, and is shown to help anxiety and calm nerves. Unfortunately the chemical is about as addictive as nicotine, but in it's natural state does not cause any known long-term side affects or any coloration of the teeth. Short term side effects include shortness of breath, coughing, dizziness, and nausea when overused.

Ghost Leaf was discovered by Nir Ketcher and has since been established as a cash drop in the city of Landing.

The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

@Americore I see nothing wrong with it. It's likely our characters will be working closely together in tandem. I'll PM you some of the details.

Quick question, does his power encompass manufactured objects such as sand smelted into glass and so forth? Or just that of the raw materials?

The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

Face Claim Franky Fitzgerald

N I R K E T C H E R

Male ● Twenty-Six ● Plant Biologist

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Nir is a bit of an enigma to most people. Once past how he looks, he can come off as a bit of eccentric or weird. Though practically speaking, Nir was always considered something of a prodigy when it comes to botanical science, and these two traits are typically portrayed hand-in-hand. He has a driving passion to understand what he considers the basis of human life, and even more so on a brand new world full of discoveries waiting to be made. Nir can become quite irritated and overly obsessive when a problem presents itself in his field of study, and he will pursue the answers tirelessly. When it comes to other people, Nir has always been somewhat disconnected. Most are usually put off by his looks and behavior, and he has a bad habit of keeping himself distant from others. He doesn't really like to talk about himself, and is often confounded by his lacking understanding of social cues. Despite that, he's outwardly friendly and accepting of other people, he doesn't really understand what "normal" means anyways.

Nir can be kindhearted and giving, but doesn't fully appreciate the application of such skills. Meaning he's pretty poor at consolidating others and generally making them feel better, Though he does try in his own, unique ways. He's a lover of caffeine, and a habitual smoker, and either of these things are appropriate gifts when seeking forgiveness. On that topic, Nir doesn't often find himself feeling anger towards others, nor does he hold grudges, yet he is prone to amusement or irritation, depending. Because of all of these things, Nir's never really had much experience with love. Who has time to love when there's science to be done?

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

When it comes to the concept of being manly, Nir is probably about as far from it as one can be. Rather small and Petite, he stands at a solid five feet and weighs about as much as he looks. He's got a rather smooth face, delicate features, and sharp brows. He usually tries to keep his hair done, which entails keeping it patted down flat and using his fingers as a comb. Completeing the fun sized package are narrow shoulders, and below that he resembles a board. All of this is well and fine, the cute and quirky feminine look, despite the fact that he is male (and identifies as such).

_{B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y}

Nir's upbringing is pretty textbook, at least up until the end of the known world. He was raised in a middle class home, the son of two average parents who loved him dearly. He had no siblings, and very little in the way of relatives his family kept in contact with. He got good grades, got picked on like every other unpopular kid, though it was never really anything terrible. Though that was likely due to the fact that he never really cared what others thought. From an early age he was identified as a brain, and that title stuck with him all the way through his early life.

He'd found a passion for plants early on. His parents speculated that maybe it was because plants didn't pick on him, or he felt connected to the way a flower could bloom within in a field of weeds. Honestly, Nir just thought they were pretty, but nobody ever believes that explanation when he gives it. During his time in school Nir didn't really find much joy in many things; He liked to garden, play some video games, and draw a little. He began taking some college courses, and advanced placement tests during his early schooling. Finishing high school a year early didn't do much for the reputation he could care less about, and he found himself ripe with college opportunities. Like most younger minds his age would, he took the opportunity to go somewhere prestigious, The American Institute of Science and Technology. His college studies were mostly focused on plant biology and associated fields, though he managed to divert enough attention towards the required classes. Lacking the desire to socialize and form friendships, Nir found himself picking up extra courses to fill his time.

At the end of his journey in education Nir found himself at the prime age of twenty-one, and having achieved both a Bachelor of Science, and Master of Science Degrees, majoring in plant biology. Unfortunately, all of this would soon be over shadowed by the impending doom of the planet. Nir found himself a ticket onto the Noah II through a research center where he had accepted a job opportunity, but had yet to begin working there. It was apparent that Nir held a lot of promise, or so they said, and he would be a "valuable asset" into establishing a new life on an alien planet. Unfortunately, Nir's parents did not procure themselves a place on the exodus ship, they felt the earth was their home and that it would be up to the next generation to forge a life for themselves, or something to that extent. Nir didn't totally buy it, but he didn't fight them either, they were entitled to their sentiments.

As life on Awilix seemed to progress rapidly, Nir found himself establishing an agricultural department in order to solve the tasks of a sustainable food source. No one else had stepped up in the first days of chaos and wonder, so Nir took charge. Not only the forerunner in trying to establish an system of agriculture, Nir is heading his own branch of plant biology, where he personally focuses on understanding and solving the mysteries growing on Awilix's surface. He has in impressive lab within the sub-levels of the city, though impressive is only relative in regards to what everybody else is allotted. He also has a small room on level seven.

_{L U N O S A B I L I T I E S}

Agrokinesis
_{» C A P A B I L I T I E S}

Nir can create, shape and manipulate vegetation, including wood, vines, plants, moss, and parts of the plants, such as leaves, seeds, fruits and flowers. The user can cause plants to grow, move, attack, or even rise from the soil and "walk". He can mutate plants by rearranging their DNA structure and revive withered or dead plants. They can use their power for defense and support by growing plants from the ground and make them sprout seeds, fruits, berries, or even to possibly use plant chemicals to heal people or objects or manipulate their properties for a wide range of effects.

_{» D R A W B A C K S}

For obvious reasons Nir is severely under-powered in urban environments, despite carrying seeds with him. He can still use his lunos when surrounded by the creations of mankind, but all of the urbanization feels like a strong dampener to his powers.

_{W E A P O N S}

Screwdriver: Literally a screwdriver.
Seeds: Nir isn't officially trained in weapons,but he does carry a packet of seeds around with him since the discovery of his lunos ability.

Syn's Shadowed Sanctuary

Nir Ketcher

Face Claim Franky Fitzgerald

N I R K E T C H E R

Male ● Twenty-Six ● Plant Biologist

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Nir is a bit of an enigma to most people. Once past how he looks, he can come off as a bit of eccentric or weird. Though practically speaking, Nir was always considered something of a prodigy when it comes to botanical science, and these two traits are typically portrayed hand-in-hand. He has a driving passion to understand what he considers the basis of human life, and even more so on a brand new world full of discoveries waiting to be made. Nir can become quite irritated and overly obsessive when a problem presents itself in his field of study, and he will pursue the answers tirelessly. When it comes to other people, Nir has always been somewhat disconnected. Most are usually put off by his looks and behavior, and he has a bad habit of keeping himself distant from others. He doesn't really like to talk about himself, and is often confounded by his lacking understanding of social cues. Despite that, he's outwardly friendly and accepting of other people, he doesn't really understand what "normal" means anyways.

Nir can be kindhearted and giving, but doesn't fully appreciate the application of such skills. Meaning he's pretty poor at consolidating others and generally making them feel better, Though he does try in his own, unique ways. He's a lover of caffeine, and a habitual smoker, and either of these things are appropriate gifts when seeking forgiveness. On that topic, Nir doesn't often find himself feeling anger towards others, nor does he hold grudges, yet he is prone to amusement or irritation, depending. Because of all of these things, Nir's never really had much experience with love. Who has time to love when there's science to be done?

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

When it comes to the concept of being manly, Nir is probably about as far from it as one can be. Rather small and Petite, he stands at a solid five feet and weighs about as much as he looks. He's got a rather smooth face, delicate features, and sharp brows. He usually tries to keep his hair done, which entails keeping it patted down flat and using his fingers as a comb. Completeing the fun sized package are narrow shoulders, and below that he resembles a board. All of this is well and fine, the cute and quirky feminine look, despite the fact that he is male (and identifies as such).

_{B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y}

Nir's upbringing is pretty textbook, at least up until the end of the known world. He was raised in a middle class home, the son of two average parents who loved him dearly. He had no siblings, and very little in the way of relatives his family kept in contact with. He got good grades, got picked on like every other unpopular kid, though it was never really anything terrible. Though that was likely due to the fact that he never really cared what others thought. From an early age he was identified as a brain, and that title stuck with him all the way through his early life.

He'd found a passion for plants early on. His parents speculated that maybe it was because plants didn't pick on him, or he felt connected to the way a flower could bloom within in a field of weeds. Honestly, Nir just thought they were pretty, but nobody ever believes that explanation when he gives it. During his time in school Nir didn't really find much joy in many things; He liked to garden, play some video games, and draw a little. He began taking some college courses, and advanced placement tests during his early schooling. Finishing high school a year early didn't do much for the reputation he could care less about, and he found himself ripe with college opportunities. Like most younger minds his age would, he took the opportunity to go somewhere prestigious, The American Institute of Science and Technology. His college studies were mostly focused on plant biology and associated fields, though he managed to divert enough attention towards the required classes. Lacking the desire to socialize and form friendships, Nir found himself picking up extra courses to fill his time.

At the end of his journey in education Nir found himself at the prime age of twenty-one, and having achieved both a Bachelor of Science, and Master of Science Degress, majoring in plant biology. Unfortunately, all of this would soon be over shadowed by the impending doom of the planet. Nir found himself a ticket onto the Noah II through a research center where he had accepted a job opportunity, but had yet to begin working there. It was apparent that Nir held a lot of promise, or so they said, and he would be a "valuable asset" into establishing a new life on an alien planet. Unfortunately, Nir's parents did not procure themselves a place on the exodus ship, they felt the earth was their home and that it would be up to the next generation to forge a life for themselves, or something to that extent. Nir didn't totally buy it, but he didn't fight them either, they were entitled to their sentiments.

As life on Awilix seemed to progress rapidly, Nir found himself establishing an agricultural department in order to solve the tasks of a sustainable food source. No one else had stepped up in the first days of chaos and wonder, so Nir took charge. Not only the forerunner in trying to establish an system of agriculture, Nir is heading his own branch of plant biology, where he personally focuses on understanding and solving the mysteries growing on Awilix's surface. He has in impressive lab within the sub-levels of the city, though impressive is only relative in regards to what everybody else is allotted. He also has a small room on level seven.

_{L U N O S A B I L I T I E S}

Agrokinesis
_{» C A P A B I L I T I E S}

Nir can create, shape and manipulate vegetation, including wood, vines, plants, moss, and parts of the plants, such as leaves, seeds, fruits and flowers. The user can cause plants to grow, move, attack, or even rise from the soil and "walk". He can mutate plants by rearranging their DNA structure and revive withered or dead plants. They can use their power for defense and support by growing plants from the ground and make them sprout seeds, fruits, berries, or even to possibly use plant chemicals to heal people or objects or manipulate their properties for a wide range of effects.

_{» D R A W B A C K S}

For obvious reasons Nir is severely under-powered in urban environments, despite carrying seeds with him. He can still use his lunos when surrounded by the creations of mankind, but all of the urbanization feels like dampener to his powers.

_{W E A P O N S}

Screwdriver: Literally a screwdriver.
Seeds: Nir isn't officially trained in weapons,but he does carry a packet of seeds around with him since the discovery of his lunos ability.

Lost but not Alone

@dreamer The Undead never rest

The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

I'm in.

Can I call dibs on heading the department of agriculture and leading the botany branch of the biology sciences? I'd like my character to manipulate plants for his Lunos power.

Lost but not Alone

Set the Mood

There was a dead silence, thick and heavy within the church as the two watched each other. One, quivering with fear, the prey. The other pulsing with the rush of adrenaline, hunter. The girl’s terror was palpable, Mikhael breathed in deeply, feeling as if he could taste it. Perhaps he could. He stepped forward, taking a knee as his body loomed over her. He had been so lost in the moment, what had she said? It was important, to let the victim talk. To let their dread mount to insurmountable heights before it collapsed down completely. The look on a person’s face once they’ve accepted death, that’s what he was craving at this moment.

‘Why are you doing this?’ the words floated across the surface of his memory. That’s what she had said. He sighed, his livid green eyes boring into hers, causing her to lock up as if the blood inside of her had frozen from his gaze.

”It’s always the same thing with you people; ‘Why are you doing this’; ‘You don’t have to do this’; ‘Please stop killing me’,” he answered with a laugh. The woman beneath him recoiled from the heat of his breath, from the stench of toxic decay that circulated through his veins. He sneered, leaning in closer, taking in every aspect of his apparent victim.

“W-wa-” She began, but he silenced her by pressing the tip of his malformed finger, a claw really, to her lips.

”You look so lovely, you know that?” He cooed, almost endearingly, ”You’re close are clean, your hair is brushed and.. Is that lip gloss?” He trailed the metallic appendage across her cheek, the same kind of gesture a lover would make.

“I-I-I-” She quivered, but he hushed her again.

”The world is falling apart outside and somehow you still found time to do you makeup? People are literally being cut down in the street, and yet you don’t look as if you’ve suffered at all. Did you not think it strange? How I managed to force my way into your sanctum, your retreat? You have the door barred after all, preventing people the convert of dying within the steeple of their faith, and yet, I am the cruel one?!” He laughed, a sound of broken madness spewing from his throat.

”Let’s take a walk shall we?” He suggested, though she didn’t really have a choice. He wrapped his hand around her head, his talons digging painfully into the back of her scalp as he dragged her halfway to her feet. He made way towards a side door that likely led out into a hallway, taking care to step over the broken remains of the pews from happier times. A cry of pain let the world know that he hadn’t taken such care for her as her half limp body was dragged across the wreckage carelessly.

Down the hall they went, her scrabbling for purchase and continually failing to stand properly. His shoes slapped against the linoleum loudly, giving voice to the purpose of his strides. He considered the doors he passed, mentally calculating nothing in particular.
”How about.. This one!” He declared, punctuating his words as her hurled the woman like a sack of rocks. She grunted as she collided with the door, blasting through it and and crashing into a table in the room. Her momentum didn’t stop there as the table screeched, sliding back until it slammed into the wall. She rebounded, rolling across the surface and finally stopping face down on the floor.

Mikhael stepped through the ruined doorway, noticing that there seemed to be nothing quite out of order with this room. It looked rather unused, he trailed his fingers across the surface of a counter, noticing the layer of dust.

”Well, I guess I was wrong, shall we play again?” He asked, ignoring her cries and whimpers as lifted her by the back of her neck, his claws leaving deep furrows across her shoulders and collarbone. He stepped back out into the hall and walked down a bit more before choosing another door.

”How about this one?” He pondered, though the only response from her was something akin to a wailing groan, ”Huh, not very talkative are we?”

He cocked his arm back, leveraging her like a battering ram before sending her through another door. She screamed as she slammed into it, hurtling into the room. This one appeared to be a study of some sort, with a now broken desk and a bookshelf full of dusty looking tomes. Her pursed his lips, taking hold of her ankle.

”There doesn’t seem to be anybody else here, is it just you? Shame, I bet if you had tried helping some people they might have tried to save you,” Mikhael said with a shrug, dragging her back out into the hall.

He was really considering which room to pick next, he didn’t want to strike out, when something odd wafted through the air. He gave a sniff, slightly confused by the smell, before her placed it.

”Smells like somebody was having breakfast,” he noted, ”And you didn’t think to save any for me?”

He let her go as he slashed through the door in a clean swipe. Almost clean, there were heavy gouges in the walls to either side, but the door still collapsed in on itself in three pieces. Sure enough, the room beyond was littered with womanly apparel and obvious signs of somebody living there. There was a small space off towards one side of the room where the carpet had been pulled away and the smoldering remains of a small campfire sat beneath a vent with a pillow taped over it.

”Wow, that’s actually pretty smart. Don’t want anybody else smelling this huh?” He remarked, looking over his shoulder, past suitcases and trunks and small stores of food towards the hall where the woman was, or should have been.
”Ah..” He started, kicking the debris of the door out of his way as he walked back into the hall, ”Silly me, they always run.”

He pressed his human hand to his face as his body reeled backwards with a cackle, ”I love it when they run.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The sky had darkened by the time Mikhael began to grow bored. She was quite a runner, but there was no chance a regular old human could compete against Mikhael. He had taken to the tops of buildings when he could, using his hand to rend through the metal and vault himself upwards rather easily. It was faster than climbing anyways. She had run through the streets, frantically. She seemed pretty athletic, and she was very clever. Here and there she had run into other toxins, those of the more bestial variety, and yet here she was, still alive. Turns out she had a knife hidden within the lower leg of her jeans, and she could use it pretty well.

Mikhael laughed, watching the darkened figure dash indoors. He wondered if this was a random home, or if it had belonged to her. If so, it was quite a ways away from where she had been. He figured they were at least close to the south eastern end of the island. He could see the skylines off in the distance, and faintly those of the other territories. Briefly he wondered what it was like over there, he hadn’t anything really specific but he had learned basically what was happening over there. He should find a way across to the Chimera side of things, it could definitely be more fun than hunting the frail game that inhabited his neck of the woods.

He dropped down to the street quietly, careful not to excite the few toxins he could make out beneath the sturdy lampposts lining the way. It was a wonder they still worked, nothing like good ol’ emergency power. He stalked across to where he had seen the woman enter and tried the door tentatively. It was locked. He wasn’t surprised.

He was about to smash his way in when he felt a presence touch his mind. It took him off guard at first, mental communication wasn’t something you got used to very fast, and he was still a recent crossover. He concentrated, trying not to let his thoughts scattered to much as the presence probed. He reached out, cringing slightly as he connected to what felt like a more primitive mind. The fire in his blood surged, overwhelmed with the mind numbing madness of the toxin. He fought not to lose himself, battling against such primal urges was not something that came to him easily. It threatened to pull him under, to force his mind to succumb and become fully enveloped in rage and hunger.

“Boat… Central… Land.. People” the other mind croaked. Mikhael closed his eyes, fighting the rolling wave of such raw, base needs as he reached out. When this had first happened to him, he thought he really must have been insane. This kind of thing was something you really only heard about in stories, or tricks illusionists and magicians pulled on you.

A mental image appeared in his mind, like smokey water as he looked through the creature's eyes. He could only manage it for a handful of second, he wouldn’t be able to resist whatever change was trying to force itself on him for very long. He took in the scene quickly. The toxin was standing on a walk next to the harbor, looking out towards the smallest of the four islands, where a large boat rocked from where it was moored in the water. There was another craft next to it, though from the look it was probably something that traveled beneath the water. He saw shadows moving on the deck of the ship before the pressure in his mind began to press around him like a vice.

He severed the link immediately, panting slightly as he regained his bearings. He had broken out into a cold sweat, and a chill slowly crawled up his spine. Still, the simpler toxins weren’t completely useless. He wondered what it was that made them reach out to him, did he have a strong presence or something? Was it because he managed to keep his mind relatively intact, the uniqueness of his mutation? Thoughts for another day he supposed, turning back to the task at hand.

It was high time he finished up here and went to check out the boat. Most ventures brought to his attention weren’t a complete waste of time. The thought struck him as he flexed his malformed hand, perhaps the other toxins were acting off of some sort of residual command communicated from Maya. He’d have to remember to ask her next time her saw her.

The door squealed as his hand bored through it, shearing and twisting the metal, ”Honey! I’m Home!”

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Oh, hm? Didn't know you were waiting on me haha. I get up at 5:30 in the morning most days so by the time I get home I'm pretty worn out. I've been falling asleep trying to write haha, let me try to finish it up for you.

Post up. Mikhael goes on a date. :)

He's a real lady killa' ain't he.

Lost but not Alone

@dreamer Hm, fair point. I Was only thinking in regards to how tyre and chimera could have commander units, because of well, sentience. But on the flipside, perhaps it is balanced this way. Perhaps my thinking was wrong, as it doesn't appear that the toxins are totally without thought.

I'd have to agree with you then in hindsight, telepathy with the dominance seems adequate. I was just trying to figure out how primary toxin characters would be alerted to events, such as the boat crash, instead of the meta of just stumbling upon everything.

Are Toxins sentient enough to communicate with primary characters of their own volition?