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Name:
Anastaciya Jullianne Creilier
Alias:
Ciya
Speech Color:
Standard Fourm Text, Crimson (#B90E0A)
Character Alignment:
Walking the Line
Identity:
Public
Character Personality:
To describe her in three words would be impossible. A bundle of emotions, she is hard to define. For the most part she is cool and strategical, except for when she isn't calm. And boy when that happens does it take her a bit to come back down. Ciya is rarely in-between moods except for her casual indifference which is a regular thing. It's because of that indifference combined with the logic that she doesn't identify with a particular side. She couldn't be a villain because she looks out for herself and has no problem pushing morals aside to get what she needs; however at the same time she wouldn't want to be a villain and destroy this world because she is one of the idiots living on it.
The fact that she is publicly Salamander says a lot about her personality; her confidence, for one. And perhaps her carelessness. She doesn't expect attacks when she doesn't start them, and because of this she is almost consistently surprised when a fellow powered person comes knocking (or blowing up) her door.
Uniform/costume:
Some simple clothing, kinda like the ones shown in this photo. She doesn't quite have a signature costume; the shown photo is if she feels like it/has time. Otherwise she'll be in sweatpants/her everyday clothes.
Origin Info/Details:
The result of a genetic experiment, Ciya used to live a normal life with her two siblings and her mother in Suriname. At a young age she had gotten cancer, and desperate for options her mother turned to the person in the vincinity claiming to have a cure for a reasonable price. Essentially he didn't lie; the cancer had left her within a few months. However shortly after seven year old Ciya's house went up in flames; she was the only survivor. The male who had tested his product on her took her in then, mostly to monitor her. It was eventually revealed he had the same powers as her and wished to see if they were replicable; he taught her everything he knew. However after a good ten years he pushed her from the nest and made her leave; she never saw him again.
From there she pretty much was on her own; left the small nation and traded it for the city; she did pick up a small dog on the way whom she loves very much; mess with her dog and she'll fight you with all she has.
Hero Type (Select one):
Other (Kinda hard to categorize?)
Power Level (Select one below):
C. World Level
Powers (Be Specific):
.:Fire Manipulation/Creation:.
Can create fire and manipulate existing fire. 'Nuff said.
.:Claw/Wing/Scale/Horn/Tail Manifestation:.
After a certain amount/length of transformations she gets hungry and will not be able to make another transformation if her stomach is empty. (Applies mostly to bigger ones i.e wings/tail/full body scales)
.:Regeneration:.
Her regeneration isn't great so she tries to avoid loss of limbs, ect. Hibernation is an option to accelerate healing, however that leaves her extremely vulnerable.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Resources:
Average. She knows some people, but not many like to help her and get involved with her. Force is an option, but getting stuff can be a challenge.
Weaknesses:
She has a heavy weakness to psychic attacks. She has a hell of a will, but her mental defenses are probably barely tougher then a normal human.
Snap Dragons is a slightly milder equivalent to catnip for her, however so far no ones figured it out.
Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:
Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines. Only for first time applicants.):
Bzz, bzz.
"Shut up already."
Rolling over in her bed she blindly slapped around for the clock and it's off button to no avail. Her sleep covered eyes made her vision blurry as she muttered obscenities, that cursed device just blaring. "Got you, you little bugger." She said, slapping the clock and sending it flying into the opposite wall, the beeps slowing and deepening in pitch before ceasing. "That device is the devils work." She was in a hunger induced mood she rolled over once more, this time out of her bed. Her feet were almost covered by her long pants and her footsteps were next to silent. But still the ears of the corgi that lied down in the corner perked up.
"Arf!"
"Yeah, yeah you wanna eat. Come on then." She said, not quite caring she was speaking to a canine. Nevertheless the dog followed her to the kitchen where she started to make breakfast. However the bell rang, distracting her. The sounds of four extra feet following her out the room was evident. "Stay." Ciya said before opening the door. "Yes?"
"'Morning miss! Can you sign here for a package?" The mailmen was as cheerful as he was unlucky, his timing needing refinement.
"I didn't order anything," Anastaciya said with a frown, "and what the hell are you doing, delivering on a Sunday? Isn't the office closed?"
The mailman looked kind of concerned. "It's actually Thursday... ?" Now he looked unsure, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "Actually, I'll just come back later." He said with a nod, by this point just wanting to get out of here.
"It is?" Now Ciya looked confused, and she didn't like it. "Yes, that would be best. And next time don't even knock before breakfast." She said, thinking of her now soggy and cold food. "Frick. Just go already."
"O-ok..."
x x x
Name:
Anastaciya Jullianne Creilier
Alias:
Ciya
Speech Color:
Standard Fourm Text, Crimson (#B90E0A)
Character Alignment:
Walking the Line
Identity:
Public
Character Personality:
To describe her in three words would be impossible. A bundle of emotions, she is hard to define. For the most part she is cool and strategical, except for when she isn't calm. And boy when that happens does it take her a bit to come back down. Ciya is rarely in-between moods except for her casual indifference which is a regular thing. It's because of that indifference combined with the logic that she doesn't identify with a particular side. She couldn't be a villain because she looks out for herself and has no problem pushing morals aside to get what she needs; however at the same time she wouldn't want to be a villain and destroy this world because she is one of the idiots living on it.
The fact that she is publicly Salamander says a lot about her personality; her confidence, for one. And perhaps her carelessness. She doesn't expect attacks when she doesn't start them, and because of this she is almost consistently surprised when a fellow powered person comes knocking (or blowing up) her door.
Uniform/costume:
Some simple clothing, kinda like the ones shown in this photo. She doesn't quite have a signature costume; the shown photo is if she feels like it/has time. Otherwise she'll be in sweatpants/her everyday clothes.
Origin Info/Details:
The result of a genetic experiment, Ciya used to live a normal life with her two siblings and her mother in Suriname. At a young age she had gotten cancer, and desperate for options her mother turned to the person in the vincinity claiming to have a cure for a reasonable price. Essentially he didn't lie; the cancer had left her within a few months. However shortly after seven year old Ciya's house went up in flames; she was the only survivor. The male who had tested his product on her took her in then, mostly to monitor her. It was eventually revealed he had the same powers as her and wished to see if they were replicable; he taught her everything he knew. However after a good ten years he pushed her from the nest and made her leave; she never saw him again.
From there she pretty much was on her own; left the small nation and traded it for the city; she did pick up a small dog on the way whom she loves very much; mess with her dog and she'll fight you with all she has.
Hero Type (Select one):
Other (Kinda hard to categorize?)
Power Level (Select one below):
C. World Level
Powers (Be Specific):
.:Fire Manipulation/Creation:.
Can create fire and manipulate existing fire. 'Nuff said.
.:Claw/Wing/Scale/Horn/Tail Manifestation:.
After a certain amount/length of transformations she gets hungry and will not be able to make another transformation if her stomach is empty. (Applies mostly to bigger ones i.e wings/tail/full body scales)
.:Regeneration:.
Her regeneration isn't great so she tries to avoid loss of limbs, ect. Hibernation is an option to accelerate healing, however that leaves her extremely vulnerable.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Height: 5'8 (With all transformations on she's 6'0; not that she can hold that state for long)
Weight: 137lbs
Strength Level: 80 tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 95 mph
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 5 hrs
Agility: 15x Human Level
Intelligence: Genuis
Fighting Skill: Mastered
Weight: 137lbs
Strength Level: 80 tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 95 mph
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 5 hrs
Agility: 15x Human Level
Intelligence: Genuis
Fighting Skill: Mastered
Resources:
Average. She knows some people, but not many like to help her and get involved with her. Force is an option, but getting stuff can be a challenge.
Weaknesses:
She has a heavy weakness to psychic attacks. She has a hell of a will, but her mental defenses are probably barely tougher then a normal human.
Snap Dragons is a slightly milder equivalent to catnip for her, however so far no ones figured it out.
Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:
Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines. Only for first time applicants.):
Bzz, bzz.
"Shut up already."
Rolling over in her bed she blindly slapped around for the clock and it's off button to no avail. Her sleep covered eyes made her vision blurry as she muttered obscenities, that cursed device just blaring. "Got you, you little bugger." She said, slapping the clock and sending it flying into the opposite wall, the beeps slowing and deepening in pitch before ceasing. "That device is the devils work." She was in a hunger induced mood she rolled over once more, this time out of her bed. Her feet were almost covered by her long pants and her footsteps were next to silent. But still the ears of the corgi that lied down in the corner perked up.
"Arf!"
"Yeah, yeah you wanna eat. Come on then." She said, not quite caring she was speaking to a canine. Nevertheless the dog followed her to the kitchen where she started to make breakfast. However the bell rang, distracting her. The sounds of four extra feet following her out the room was evident. "Stay." Ciya said before opening the door. "Yes?"
"'Morning miss! Can you sign here for a package?" The mailmen was as cheerful as he was unlucky, his timing needing refinement.
"I didn't order anything," Anastaciya said with a frown, "and what the hell are you doing, delivering on a Sunday? Isn't the office closed?"
The mailman looked kind of concerned. "It's actually Thursday... ?" Now he looked unsure, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "Actually, I'll just come back later." He said with a nod, by this point just wanting to get out of here.
"It is?" Now Ciya looked confused, and she didn't like it. "Yes, that would be best. And next time don't even knock before breakfast." She said, thinking of her now soggy and cold food. "Frick. Just go already."
"O-ok..."