Screams loudly about PMing Jan about all the limiters I slapped on my baby's power. Screams even louder over how long my magic section had to be as a result. Gonna throw this down before I gotta run for chores for all the critical scrutiny. 


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[color=#ff57ff][h3]  𝔸 𝕘 𝕖 :          [/h3][/color]
[indent]16[/indent]
[color=#ff57ff][h3]  ℍ 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 :          [/h3][/color] 
[indent]5'7"[/indent]
[color=#ff57ff][h3]  𝕎 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 :          [/h3][/color] 
[indent]115 lbs[/indent]

[color=#ff57ff][h3]  𝔸 𝕡 𝕡 𝕖 𝕒 𝕣 𝕒 𝕟 𝕔 𝕖 :          [/h3][/color]
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[color=#ff57ff][h3]  ℙ 𝕖 𝕣 𝕤 𝕠 𝕟 𝕒 𝕝 𝕚 𝕥 𝕪 :          [/h3][/color] 
[indent]Where does one [i]start[/i] with an oddity like Siena? Probably with the fact that she's a grade A nerd. It's rare that one can find her without a book or an e-reader on hand in some way, and rarer still are the moments when she hears a subject that she [i]doesn't[/i] look up more about.  Curiosity burns strong in Siena's mind at all times, and it shows in how she devours new information without a hint of hesitation.  It's fortunate for Siena that she was born into the realm of privileged wealth, for her quest for knowledge was never impeded by lack of resources. 

Much like others born to the wealthy, Siena has never really been in want of anything in the material world, and it can show. She rarely thinks about money as a problem (never, really), and while seemingly generous, is only so because she doesn't know what it's like to not have the funds. Her idea of normalcy is what most people consider a luxury, and honestly? She is aware of this to some extent, and even tries to dial down her usual lifestyle with conscious effort--something not helped by the way that her parents treat her. One would think that knowing that she has no monetary concerns would make her carefree, but they would be off base. Siena frequently gets anxious, usually assuming a worst-case scenario when left to her own devices. Better yet, it's easy to tell when the stress sets in--just keep an eye out for trademark twirling and tugging at the ends of her hair. 

Another notch to the odd? Siena is effectively a chuunibyou in an odd sense of the word. Beside the fact that she's wildly creative (so much that she often feels pain for her own creations), she suffers a [i]few[/i] delusions as a result of her powers creating emotions that were never hers. Emotions that went unresolved until Siena created events to match them out of desperation. In all honesty, a large portion of Siena's belief in her past events are inaccurate at best and completely fake at worst. The girl frequently loses track of herself, telling others a history that never quite matches up with what she's said before. Though her power is real enough, much of her supposed angst is not. The fact that her ability to both empathize and sympathize makes connecting to people easy enough isn't exactly a boon in the situation either. How do you tell someone about your emotions when you're not sure which ones are really yours?[/indent]

[color=#ff57ff][h3]  ℍ 𝕚 𝕤 𝕥 𝕠 𝕣 𝕪 :          [/h3][/color] 
[indent]Siena Santana was born into this world with a silver spoon in her mouth. Her family was rich, her family loving, and she was never left wanting for anything. To her, the world was set behind a rose-tinted lense, and her playpen was just another realm where she could dive into fantasies that her sunshine-filled life couldn't provide. [i](Yes, that was familiar. That had to be right.)[/i] Even before she had been chosen, Siena fully believed that her life was magical. 

Her sister was the reason for that. Chosen and blessed with magic, and no wonder why. She was lovely, sweet, and beautiful, and the warmth of her magic even more so. Siena had hazy memories of warm lights, hazier memories of screaming not to be taken away when that sister vanished for good. [i](Wrong. What was her face? Her [b]name[/b]? There was no sister.)[/i] Perhaps that was why her family panicked when Siena's own abilities began to come to life. They didn't want a repeat of that event. They didn't want to run the risk of her powers surging, wild and uncontrolled. Her mother and father reassured her that everything would be okay, even when she lashed out. Even when their sweet daughter had struck them hard enough to scar. [i](No...Siena Santana never raised a hand against her family. The scars came from a boating incident, but the emotion of horror felt so [b]real[/b].)[/i] 

There was never a question on whether Siena would present herself to the government. Never a question on where the girl would end up. Her family promised to keep in contact with her, to send her supplies and care packages filled with their love and affection while she was surrounded by her own kind. [i](Correct.)[/i] Siena only regretted leaving without her farewells to the sweet neighbor boy that had stolen her heart. [i](Wrong. There were never any real feelings for him. Only remnants of someone else's grief.)[/i] 

She can only pray that USARILN East is what she needs to stop the lines from blurring.[/indent]

[color=#ff57ff][h3]  𝕄 𝕒 𝕘 𝕚 𝕔 :          [/h3][/color] 
[indent][center][color=#ff57ff]Literary Manipulation[/color][/center]

If she's formed an intimate enough connection to a character in printed media, Siena can literally assume their name. That's not just taking on a name and living as them, it is dragging the name out of the print and taking it on herself. In this state, Siena can mimic one attribute or ability from the character in question--the one most prominent to her. Need a deductive mind? She can take on Sherlock Holmes and bring his keen eye to the scene. Need someone that can run real fast? How about Barry Allens? Useful for a variety of situations, assuming that Siena cares about a character enough. 

On the flip side of the usefulness of her ability, Siena's magic is limited by a number of rules. For one, she [i]has[/i] to have a source available. Though she doesn't necessarily need a physical book thanks to the advent of technology, while she's taking the name out of the book, the name of the character must be visible. That means closing a book or turning the screen of her e-reader off will effectively disrupt the casting. More than that, Siena can only imitate one attribute from a given name at her current level. What gets imitated is likely to be only what Siena finds the most prominent, and may not be the best thing to imitate. To take things further, if the character should be particularly willful or powerful, they can potentially overpower Siena's own consciousness, effectively turning her into a possessed puppet of said character for however long the effects last. 

And what, exactly, dictates how "powerful" a character is? Once again, that's Siena's perception of the character. The stronger she perceives a character to be, the shorter the amount of time that she can take their names for. This perception extends to the point in time that she is drawing them from as well--a character that is out of their prime at the point in the work she takes their name is not going to be as powerful as the same character at their peak. Even assuming she could take a character's name at their prime, control it safely, and maintain the effects for a long enough time, Siena can't push a character past their limits. Did she take the name Achilles? Shoot her in the heel. She's still going to go down, even if she's not vulnerable herself. 

Her abilities are also far from subtle too. It takes a bit of time for Siena to take a character's name, and that's nothing to speak of how very unsubtle it is visually. The name literally pulls itself from the page, printing itself neatly across the back of Siena's neck, and using her powers has several visual cues including magic circles (they glow purple), changes in eye color (it varies), even Siena's hair can be affected by the magic itself. In addition, certain characters may have some...[i]unexpected[/i] effects on Siena physically.

Also of note, Siena can read [i]fast[/i] as a side effect of her magic. When she sees words, regardless of the language that they're in, they transmit their meaning directly to her. In a sense, she's not reading so much as she is listening to the book as she sees the words. However, she cannot listen, speak, or write in languages that she hasn't mastered.[/indent]

[color=#ff57ff][h3]  𝔻 𝕣 𝕖 𝕒 𝕞 :          [/h3][/color] 
[indent]She was a goddess.

A name printed on the back of her neck, blocked by trails of wispy light and strands of dark hair, her hands wrapped around a dusty tome with no title on the cover. A familiar book with a name that she had always been drawn to, but never brave enough to call. Her eyes were green, flecks of hazel and gold visible for the light that dared to peer through them. [i]Trasncendent.[/i] She was powerful and confident, sure of herself in ways that the present version of her couldn't understand. A smile crossed her face, her hand pressed softly against the chest of an ailing man, his heart weak from injuries that should have overwhelmed him. On cue, a faint glow washed over the woman's hand, and Siena could feel a soft heat pulse through her fingertips. A warmth that she passed onto the ailing man. She could help people. She could be much more than the girl with a silver spoon. 

She could be a goddess.[/indent]

[color=#ff57ff][h3]  ℕ 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 𝕞 𝕒 𝕣 𝕖 :          [/h3][/color] 
[indent]In the face of opposition, there was an army. Her army stood strong, friends that she knew well from the countless pages she devoured. Friends that, unlike those that she could remember, wouldn't leave her side. Her eyes, a noxious green flecked with shards of black, didn't see the unworthy. A single movement of her hand was more than enough to send a legion of monsters to level her enemies to the ground. The world was at war against her, and somehow, this demon of a woman didn't care.

Siena the devil, she could hear the whispers. She didn't have to separate the two worlds she loved so dearly with pages and words. These worlds were hers for the taking, and it would be worth every drop of blood spilled. Every scream and desperate cry. [i]It was worth it[/i]. She flicked through pages of a book, looking unimpressed and uninterested. There was nothing for her in a book found in joy and peace, only monotony and weakness. Dropping the tome into the dirt, she waved a hand, ordering a prisoner to her side with yet another of her rosters. 

To bring these worlds under her control, it was worth it.[/indent]

[color=#ff57ff][h3]  𝔸 𝕨 𝕒 𝕜 𝕖 𝕟 𝕚 𝕟 𝕘 :          [/h3][/color] 
[indent]Arbiter[/indent]

[color=#ff57ff][h3]  𝔸 𝕣 𝕞 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕥 𝕤 :          [/h3][/color]
[indent]xxx[/indent]
[indent]You have none, yet. You will get some as the story progresses. Keep track of them here. Some of them might be really important or something, I don't know.[/indent]

[color=#ff57ff][h3]  𝕋 𝕙 𝕖 𝕞 𝕖  𝕊 𝕠 𝕟 𝕘 𝕤 :          [/h3][/color]
[indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MaklRhR4b8I]The Riddle Story[/url] - CRANKY
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJk4K9ASKIY]A Bella![/url] - M2U[/indent][/hider]