A plot bunny that is no longer functionally a WIP. Ready for potential approval.

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[center][i][sub][color=f7941d]"Why settle for less than more?"[/color]
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[b]Name[/b]: Amelia Drake
[b]Age[/b]: 16
[b]Sex[/b]: Female.
[b]Eyes[/b]: Amber-Gold
[b]Hair[/b]: Blonde
[b]Nationality[/b]: Albion
[b]Grade[/b]: St. Laurel's School of Divine Excellence. 1st year

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[color=f7941d]"Never settle for less than more."[/color]

Amelia Drake did not know where she had heard the words or, indeed, whether she had truly "heard them" at all. Had they come from her father? Her sister? A business associate? Perhaps she'd picked them up from a particularly charming little story or piece of televised media... Or maybe she'd always known them, lived them, breathed them. She was a Drake. She was [i]born[/i] in the concept of [i]more[/i]. [i]Molded[/i] by it. She could not conceive of the idea of less until she was old enough to comprehend that what her mother gave her was not what other children got.

And she couldn't have been more envious.

It was silly, really. She had everything else. A great sister. A father to inherit an empire from. Wealth for which there seemed no end. And servants and lessers beyond counting to serve her every whim. The best food. The best drink. The best financial and political contacts. The best investments. Tutors with Gifts specifically tailored to grant their students an inhuman capacity for learning and mental maturation. The best trainers and coaches to carve her a body that could compete athletically with the best of them. She was a prodigy. The best grades in her classes (aside from the damned Gift combat), earned legitimately and [i]not[/i] through sycophants. She may have been the second heir, but she and her sister were not competitors... No! They were collaborators! And one day, this empire would be theirs and theirs alone, with no succession crisis to be found! She had it all!

Near enough to it...

But not a mother's love... nor a Gift.

She wasn't sure which of those things burned more.

Was she not worthy? Was she not ideal?! Her father had a Gift! Her sister had a Gift! Even that [i]Rotten Lush[/i] had a Gift! So, why not her?! It couldn't be her wealth and advantages denying her the opportunity. Her father was so wealthy that some even said he surpassed the gods! Surely, if anything would be an insult, it was that, right?! But he was still given power. Her older sister, also born into the lap of luxury, had been blessed as well, and even now, she wove her schemes and forged her armies! And that- that [i]Lush[/i]! That lazy sack of waste and unambitious stagnation, wallowing in a [i]contemptable pit of disgrace[/i]! She was the proof that even [i]garbage[/i] was worth the attention of the gods-!

[i]So.[/i]

[i]WHY?![/i]

[i]NOT?![/i]

[b][i]HER?![/i][/b]

But the gods were ever distant. Always had been. Always would be. At least, that was how she consoled herself. And so, begrudgingly, spitefully, she put her envy behind her. For in the end, it was not envy, not particularly a desire to have anyone else's Gift as her own. No, she just [i]wanted more[/i]. Always [i]more[/i]. Ever [i]more[/i]. It didn't necessarily have to be a Gift the temporarily filled that pit in her chest that endlessly swallowed every fortune and favor she acquired. She could do without. She had to. She [i]would[/i]. Because, as her father might say, time was money, and she was wasting time.

So, she invested. She schmoozed. She smiled and waved, partied and courted. She could not do what her father did. Nor could she do what her sister did. But she could find her niche in the family in other ways. And so she would. Admittedly, it had been more a hobby and passing interest of hers, but after seriously considering it, she would soon to begin the process of funding and maintaining a modern warship navy under the Drake family to protect... and ruthlessly enforce their interests.

Admittedly, these movements in the world by the daughter of such a figure as Arthur Drake were not quiet, and without a Gift to aid her own self-defense, she was for all her skill, comparatively vulnerable. To that end, in the course of her pursuit of becoming an alarmingly young arms dealer like her father before her, she would be gifted by her sister a personal automaton bodyguard. Dubbed Ivory, the combat model would be her quiet -if occasionally snarky- companion for years thereafter, till the present day. She wouldn't quite call them friends, but they had a bond that could perhaps be called genuine.

And then came the fall of Vauquelin... and the resulting assassins come to finish what the revolution had started. Admittedly, Amelia would not have been bothered on an emotional level should her drunken lush mother have fallen to their predations... But as a matter of principle, this scum that wanted to [i]take what was hers[/i] deserved everything they got. Amelia had not thought herself a sadist, but she definitely enjoyed listening to the recordings she asked Darla to make of the... [i]proceedings[/i] involving the captive hitmen.

Oh, publicly, she was plenty contrite, even genuinely unnerved by the level of frankly unnecessary sadism employed by Darla in her "experiments". Morbidly interested though she was, that didn't mean she didn't understand why her father would be... [i]concerned[/i] when those indiscretions came to light. Privately with Darla, however, she could only muse at the hypocrisy of their father. It wasn't like those men weren't going to die anyway. Waste not, want not. The number of deaths caused by their father indirectly or otherwise simply made Darla's offense insignificant by comparison. And it was for that reason -and her already brewing thoughts of usurpation- that solidified Amelia's loyalties to her sister... in private.

Publicly, she put on a show, of course, carefully condemning the acts when she must, but otherwise remaining silent of the matter. And Darla was quite understanding, she thought, given that they'd discussed it in private. They both knew Darla could have rebelled against her father's punishment, even gone for a "promotion" a little early if need be. But for the time being? Darla would go to Rhea, would humor the Drake patriarch. And Amelia would play her part, waiting and watching for the right moment...

All Darla had to do was say the word.
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[b]Core Power: Golden Rule[/b]:
A blessing from either the God of Wealth (or the Greed aspect awakened by Caelum Ripper). Allows her to mark objects and creatures she physically touches, including herself. She can be selective enough to target only a single article of clothing, for example, or to include the person wearing it and everything else on their person. The marks are invisible and remain indefinitely on inanimate objects and up to 24 hours on living beings. After taking "ownership" in this manner, her power archives the target in her memory. She will never forget a marked target, and she has an innate awareness of the exact position of all things she "owns" in relation to herself. Much like a brooding dragon, she will never lose sight of her hoard. Once marked, she can do a variety of things.

[b]Sub 1: All the World's Treasure[/b]:
Can instantaneously teleport anything she has marked to a position near herself (within 100 meters). When it arrives, it is always in the exact condition it was when she marked it, immediately totally repairing all damage and undoing all conditions (good or bad) it may have taken since then. This can function as a heal for the living, but it cannot normally restore souls that have already left the plane she currently resides in or other spectral targets, like someone's mana pool, only physical conditions. She must have a manner to physically touch a soul, for example, to affect it. There is a size limitation, but she can still manage something as big as a truck.

[b]Sub 2: At Her Fingertips[/b]:
For objects too large to teleport, she can make golden portals to their location and either extend part of the target through the gap temporarily or pass other objects or living creatures through to the marked target's location. Should she wish it, this function also repairs any portion of the target that she extends through the portal. She can also use this portal variant to move smaller objects, and any marked object that is extending through one of her portals is also under her telekinetic command, to the point of being able to launch them like projectiles at bullet velocities. What may pass through these portals is entirely at her discretion, able to selectively allow one person or object but not another, allow light or sound to pass through alternatively, etc. The portals are like mist to anyone and anything not allowed, passing right through them as easily as air without causing "telefragging" or other space-time related mishaps. Closing the portals while something is partway through them automatically safely ejects the target back through the side they entered, regardless of how far through they are, completely whole and avoiding dicing them with a space-time cut. The portals created in this manner are not static, and their orientation and size can be adjusted as needed. There is no strict limit on the number of portals that can be active at once, but they will automatically close in the case of the user's unconsciousness.

[b]Sub 3: Clover of Midas[/b]:
A luck power related to wealth. Causes her to stumble upon success in regard to acquiring money and other valuable objects even when she isn't trying. She is almost guaranteed to succeed in any situation where chance is a factor, making her the bane of any gambler. This even aids her in fights, as long as a prize is at stake. The focused and comparatively specific nature of this ability makes it disproportionately strong and extremely resilient to other luck-based effects. Indeed, nudging things here and there in manners mostly subtle (but not always), it is not incorrect to say this ability is very wide-reaching, operating much like a Rube Goldberg device, manipulating the butterfly effect to hurl wealth and success at its wielder.
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[b]-Darla Drake[/b]:
Seems to care for and support her sister, even in her more... questionable pursuits. Once she finds a way to usurp their father's business empire, she's even planning to share with her! Oh, to be sure, she knows that only one of them can be the official top dog, the CEO, the head honcho, and she's happy to leave that in Darla's hands. As long as she gets a much bigger slice of the pie than she currently has, Amelia will be -if not content then- satiated.

[b]-Arthur Drake (Father)[/b]:
Oh, Father... what can she say she feels about him? Love? Perhaps not. Gratitude? Well, he [i]did[/i] raise her. Admiration? Oh, in an intellectual sense, [i]absolutely[/i]. The [i]wealth[/i]. The [i]luxury[/i]. The [i]power[/i]! The bootlickers, sycophants, servants and ants to be stepped on! She wanted all of it! Yes! He was an inspiration! In some ways, she almost couldn't say who she felt more kinship with between him and her sister... And that was exactly why, knowing the depths of his ruthlessness... that she could never truly trust him. Yes, they were too similar, she, her sister and him, and wasn't that a tragedy? One day... she would take that empire of his for her own. She's not super enthused with his attempts to "reform" Darla... even if she can see why he'd want to.

[b]-Carla Drake (Mother)[/b]:
Unlike her sister, she resents their mother. The neglect. The drunkeness. The endless indulgence and drugs. It might sound ungrateful, but Amelia is a Drake. Surely, it isn't wrong for her to always want [i]better[/i]? Why settle for less than more? She sees her mother as nothing less than scum, ashamed to share the same genetics... not that she'd express such openly. She knows that "Mother Dearest" is one of the few people Darla cares about, and for that reason alone, she will... tolerate her. For now, at least. To be sure, she perhaps... pities her, but with her mother's healing-based Gift, she can't imagine how the woman could be addicted. She could be so much better, so much [i]more[/i]... if only she'd put down the damn bottle!

[b]Reverio Galand[/b]:
A strange boy. A wasteful and naive sort. It's honestly galling to her how he can seemingly be so... disconnected from reality. He's wealthy! She knows it! So- So, how could this disgrace of a [i]Peasant Prince[/i] be so well off and yet so hopeless? Darla likes him though... perhaps a little [i]too[/i] much, despite him being their cousin. Even so, she'll support her sister's flights of fancy until she hopefully sees the light.

[b]Maverick Maddison Maximiliano Majere[/b]:
???

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