Name: Isabella Hope Ferrara
Appearance: Her general body shape is average, not fat yet not skin and bones. She uses mild amounts of makeup with the occasional red lipstick. She decorates her names with simple dark blue nail polish most of the time. She also has a noticeable purple rune on her mid back, about 2 inches below her shoulders.
Height: 5’8’’
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human…?
Power: Isabella powers resides in the use of portals. These portals have a myriad of uses and capabilities. They can be used to summon weaponry, creatures(though usually nothing too complex and since it’s being transported, there’s no guarantee how well it’ll work), basic items, and other such things. They must immediately be put back into portals after use though, as they tend to have essences of her portal on them that, otherwise, could lead to unknown issues. Where they come from is currently unknown. However, it’s not limited to bringing objects to her location. She can effectively teleport herself or other beings to other locations in the world within an instant. However, she must have an idea of where she would like to go and the location. This is usually done by access of a phone she obtained with Google Earth on it. The moment she knows where to go, the act is simple. Such long trips cause massive energy drains upon her, usually leading to her having to rest for some time, usually about 6 hours.
Despite these advantages, Isabella has faults. Being quick on the draw of her portals takes far more concentration and is easier said than done. Closing portals themselves even takes a decent amount of focus. Overuse of portals can also lead to exhaustion and, even quicker than that, headaches and nosebleeds. Adding to that, the large she makes a portal, the more strain she endures and having multiple portals open at a time or creating multiple portals in rapid succession can drain her fast. She also is not accustomed to combat with the portals, primarily focusing on simply just grabbing things from her portals if need be. On top of that, she herself isn't very physically strong and isn’t very suited for combat. If someone were to get in close, she’s effectively defenseless outside of quick wit and thinking. She also tends to get frustrated easily in combat, making her even more vulnerable. Usually to make up for her poor defense, she summons something in front of her to protect her from oncoming hits.
The only really notable equipment is the hoodie she wears. It’s a hood that can change her appearance ever so slightly. It can shift between many other appearances, but the one defect is that they have to have a similar facial structure as her. With the right observance(and due to Isabella only really switching between 3 different appearances), it’s easy enough to tell it’s her. That, and it only changes the face. The body is left alone and should the hoodie be removed, its effects vanish as well.
Personality: The best term to describe Isabella is...awkward? Yeah, awkward is rather fitting. Awkward in the sense of interaction. She isn’t the type to completely stammer around her speech every time she opens her mouth, but she tends to not completely know what to say to start conversations. In fact, it’s not uncommon for her to try...pointing at things of interest in a desperate bid to talk to people. She also tends to talk on and on when she’s nervous(which usually only happens when she felt she’s said something weird)
Despite this, she still tries to be a decently friendly person when approached. She’s the type who always shimmers and brightens up when she learns about new things(nerd) and will try her damndest to learn more about it until she’s satisfied. She tries to be a cheery individual and an optimist at times, if a bit naive, though when things seem rather impossible, she has a tendency to panic. She’s admittedly the lazy type, at least with things she’s not entirely invested in, and while she does have a sense of dedication for subjects she knows requires it, otherwise she tries to find easier ways to do it. Except for school shockingly. In fact, she has a surprising fascination with school itself and even learning.
Another defining point is her desire to avoid conflict. She will have arguments if she feels she must(though it isn’t often), but actually fighting isn’t a preference usually. Usually when she does, she tries to just stay back and take care of things at a distance.
Background: Isabella comes from a simple family. A single child, it was always a case of getting advice from her parents or her friends. Either that, or just experimenting to see how things worked in life. She lived in your usual neighborhood, talked with her friends, and went on to school for her years of life. There wasn’t truly much of note as she considered it any girl or guy's usual school life, though she did face occasional bullies from her unusual life of studying.
However, at the age of 15, she mysteriously found herself slowly sinking into her bed. She wasn’t sinking as in “her bed was that soft,” but instead she was sinking into a strange black hole inside the lower part of the bed. Almost immediately, she jumped out in fear as she shouted for her parents. After an awkward morning of explanations, it was made apparent that her family had the uncanny ability to make portals that’s been going down for generations. Throughout the rest of her high school life, she tried keeping her powers a secret to her family. Occasionally, however, she’d sneak off and explore the world with these powers and go to places that most girls her age just couldn’t.
Then she got the letter from Pakora Academy. Gleaming at the fact that she could go somewhere where others were like her, she convinced her parents to help her sign up. Not too many months afterwards, she was packed and ready to go. Her parents also lent her a special little hoodie just in case. With that, she was off to meet this new school and this chance to see what life would bring her.
That’s at least what she’s said. Quite literally, there’s not many records of her parents, her, or anything of her personal life. Most of it is instead word of mouth from, well, her mouth. She does have a few documents however, that she does occasionally pull it when need be. She doesn’t even have much of a paper trail to speak of. Just bits and pieces of info here and there.
Likes: Jokes, relaxation, beaches, good company, books, learning, exploration, food, more food
Dislikes: Dark enclosed spaces, most reptiles(cept turtles), heights, violation of personal space, physical labor, the cold, hunger, lying
Theme:
accepted make portals in outer space for me.
Cerdic Wessex
Height
5ft
Age
15
Gender
Male.
Race
Formerly Human (Noble Arms Wielder), now a Human/Noble Arm hybrid, aka a completely new species of Demi-Human.
Power
Noble Arm (The Bracers/Gauntlets of Grief) - In Cerdic's old world, a small percentage of humans can automatically manifest a mystic weapon,made up of unknown materials of supernatural durability and sharpness, but also light as air. This 'Noble Arm', the term for such weapons in Cerdic's world, can be conjured up as long as long as the weilder is awake and lucid, as it is a part of his or her being the moment it first appeared.
But now, the accident that transported Cerdic had fused him with his weapon permanently, marking him as no longer human. Those who look at him can see two bracers fused into his skin, with burnt scar tissue around them, a symbol of the price he had to pay for personal peace. With each type of power used, these bracers can expand into gauntlets or even armor, armor that is also fused to his flesh, further diliuting what remains of his humanity...
Famine - When Famine is activated, Cerdic's bracers expand into gauntlets made up of metal plates the color of parched earth, which can devour any attack that isn't physical in nature, aka anything that isn't fists, bullets, or thrown objects.
Pestilence - The armor plates, turn black, and crawl up to the rest of the arms, ending at the shoulder, and are still fused to Cerdic's body, grating additional protection. But the real danger is that when Cedric touches someone, he can infect his opponent with a range of negative effects based on how long he is in contact with his target; a few seconds mean dizziness, a minute means temporary paralysis.
War - The armor plates now crawl to cover the rest of the body, turning into shiny steel covered with blood spatters; this metal can withstand bullets and even railguns, and enhances speed, strength, and endurance to absurd levels. However, this requires the Famine skill to absorb a huge amount of power, enough to destroy a house.
Death - The armor, now covering Cedric's body, turns pure white, like ivory, and when Cerdic's life is truly threatened, emits a pulse of dark power that shuts down the brains of ordinary humans, killing them instantly unless defillbirated in five minutes. This desperation move only works on ordinary humans, and not half-humans, humans with magical powers, or humans with certain mystic relics...Personality
Cerdic's main goal is this, to stay in the world of Pakora, where, he presumes, a different set of 'natural laws' prevent people from realizing the full ramifications of a world where some people, like him, have powers that set themselves apart from the rest of 'normal' humanity. These powers, from his experience, lead to a cycle of hatred and oppression (and granted, also Symbiosis), a cycle that had hurt him deeply, causing him to want to escape, and forget about such worlds...Background
"You may not believe this - then again, this is a school known for weird things - but I come from a parallel universe. In this parallel world, there are only humans, it's just that since the forties', a small percentage of them are able to manifest magical weapons connected to one's hard and soul, called Noble Arms," Cedric would then turn towards the nearest mirror, measuring his expression as he thought of the best way to appeal to his imaginary audience.
"Those people who manifest Noble Arms learn how to use them in special 'Academies', like yours'," he imagined he was talking to people from Pakora, before continuing, "and I was no exception. I was born to a family of sportsmen - mostly swimmers - some of whom were 'lucky' to have moderately powerful Noble Arms. That was a happy life; I learned to swim, to run, to fence, as well as how to read, write, and do sums. Then my Noble Arm just had to manifest, and I had to go to the nearest Academy, one near Boston. I found out then that my Noble Arm was powerful enough to warrant me mandatory military service. A kid, faced with the life of a soldier just because of something he can't help!"
Facing the nearest mirror or reflective surface, Cerdic would continue, casting aside his emotional defenses, letting his lips scrunch up and his eyes open wide to show his pain. Then he would continue, his voice trembling:
"But despite that, I was still happy, I had friends, things were as ordinary as could be and my family made plans to make sure that my future service was as light as possible. Knowing them, things would have panned out if not for future events," Cedric's face hardened again, freezing with resentment.
"Then one day, a group called the 'Disablers', a terrorist group of normal human beings who thought of Noble Armsmen as inhuman monsters who would tread on humans one day, attacked my academy while we were asleep, using snipers, poison gas, assault rifles, and other ways of getting around the weakness of Noble Arms - the fact that one has to be awake and lucid to conjure them up. They were murdering us, they were murdering children, and they had to be stopped. So I killed them." Cerdic's composure wavers for a moment, then he continues:
"As I said, I killed them! And as I heard their dying screams of 'monster', 'terror', and the rictus of their dying faces as I activated Death, I saw why they wanted to kill us - we were a threat!" Cedric laughs, his voice dry and disbelieving, and faces his imaginary audience, then continues:
"I hated it, I hated myself, and so I did a foolish thing; my armor - which didn't fuse into my flesh at that time - grew a spike, which I drove into the ground; draining the earth of its energy; the resulting backlash would obliterate the remains of my former school, now a charnel house. And it worked, it worked, I used Famine while driving the spike into the world, and created a rift, the very portal that brought me to this world, to Pakora Academy itself."
"And I'm not coming back, I'm not coming back to my world. I'm staying here, you hear me?!" Tears fall from his eyes. "So please, let me make a new start..."
Likes
Men
Women
Sweets
Sports
Spars
Forgetfulness
Dislikes
Human Supremacists
Non-Human Supremacists
Being Alone
The prospect of going backTheme
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@TheHangedMan, I need your permission for using your universe as well as @liferusher's approval.
yea it looks fine go ahead, be mindful of the power usage as zelly said
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