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Ava was only kidding, of course. She knew Sami was more than capable in making a quality mojito. Plus, with the way he looked at her, even if it was in the usual way he was, he should know Ava by now that most of what she said was less than 10% of what she meant. There was an abundance of hot air that floated from her brain and out of her lips. She was word vomit personified, but at least having some sort of alcohol in her would speed along the process of not saying so much vomit but rather puke up real vomit. And after all, isn't that what they were all here for?
As she twirled around in the stool, spinning it around until she made herself dizzy, Ava stopped just in time to see the most unwelcomed face from where she sat.
Of all the people, she had to strut on over.
Ava had to relax. It wasn't Josie's fault Ava hated her. Oh, wait, yes it was. It absolutely was that pinkiepie-looking bitch's fault. Giving Nate the boot when he was just trying to be honest with her was an act of war from Ava's seated vantage point. No amount of shared hobbies or even mutual friends -- yeah, she's looking at you Emilia -- could ever make Ava want to give her a chance. She would rather jump out of this window and let her blood paint the strip than to share a drink with her.
"On second thought, Sami, why don't you give me two mojitos. I'm suddenly feeling in the need of a fix." Ava shot her fiery, shaded glare at Josie for a solid three seconds before spinning in the stool and looking around the room.
@Blu Hey question for you. would it be okay if I write out spells I intend Caelum to learn down the line and add them to his sheet but strike them out and then unstrike them when it's reflected in the IC?
______________________________________ Phebs, Phe, Chang ___________________________________________________ 22, 4/11 || ♀ || Han Chinese ___________________________________________________ Vibromage || Very Bisexual || Single ___________________________________________________ Shattered Moon || Over her heart ___________________________________________________ Bejiing, China | Nowhere in particular; travels a lot ___________________________________________________ Chloe Bennet || #9370db ___________________________________________________
𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨
Hair & Eyes — Light brown hair dyed black and milk chocolate-colored eyes. Height & Weight — 5'6 & 125lbs Body Type — Athletic and toned || Phoebe's body is what most might call on the verge of being ripped -- at least as ripped as one who is also agile could be. She has defined muscles, very little fat but also curves where it counts. Her chest is almost flat and she has a somewhat slim waist. Fashion Style — Feminine edge. || Growing up, she was used to dresses and traditionally Chinese attire, but on the run, she traded that in for a lot of black and loose clothing: Hoodies, flannel, bandanas for when she needs to cover her face, knit caps, combat boots, fingerless gloves, oversized jeans and pants, leather jackets. Makeup-wise, she is heavy on eye-liner and dark tones. || ❖❖❖❖
𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮
Everything about Phoebe Chang can be summed up in the five F’s: fast, feisty, flirty, fierce, and fucktaculous.
Phoebe has always prided herself in never taking no for an answer and letting no man, woman, or child control her. She is a free spirit who flies when she feels like it. Growing under a strict thumb while having an avid love for leather-clad women who take no shit from anyone. That was something that resonated with her and in a lot of ways, it helped defined who she is now. She will be just as likely to send you home with a good time (sexual implication pending) as she is to kick your ass if you press the wrong buttons. Likewise, she has a mouth on her and sometimes uses that superpower for evil. She can be persuasive enough to recruit some kindred spirits for a quote-unquote “helluva good time, alcohol recommended”.
Phoebe has a problem with authority and will always question it. She doesn’t like to think of consequences because what fun is that? She lives for the moment and nothing else. If pressed to follow an order or respect some chain of command, this is when her nasty side comes through. Being no stranger to getting punished by authority figureheads who never understood her, she’ll push back until a confrontation happens. And in that case, if she feels daring enough, which she nine times out of ten does, Phoebe will throw the first punch (or spell depending on the level of her pissed off meter). Just... be wary of her. She’s a lot of fun but she doesn’t know when to end it nor how to define it for others. Either you’re with her or get the buttfuck out of her way.
𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝘼𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨
Vibration Magic
The common mistake that people make when they think of vibration magic is that it is an offshoot of earth magic and likewise that it is one of wind magic, too. This isn’t necessarily wrong but there are a few technicalities that often go overlooked. Yes, it is true that one may be able to apply to some level of earth and wind magic usage, but in Phoebe’s case, it is a lot more complicated than that.
Phoebe specializes in something known as Seismic Vibrations, but in her case, instead of manipulating the dormant seismic magic within the earth and its crust, Phoebe herself is the seismic magic source. Within her is a dormant seismic magical energy that she can draw from for a myriad of uses. By sending seismic pulses through her feet, she can sense up to seven yards in either direction. With her hands, she can send seismic waves to cause destruction on an object or a person (if it came to that). This done by channeling her magic into her palms and unleashing the stored magical energy in the form of barely visible waves of sound-like magical energy. She is also able to apply it through the means of temporary seismic flight, though in her case she has only managed to propel herself into super jumps.
As great as her feats are, Phoebe is still quite young and the development of her abilities have not quite peaked yet. She tires herself out easily by using too much of her power. Though she can be a person of focus, sometimes her cockiness makes her overexert and if she tries to expel magic from her being fatigued, it will backfire on her and cause damage to her arms and legs. It’s in her nature to overdo it and she fatigues easily. Additionally, her skillset makes it to where she can only use 2 of her sub-abilities at a time or else the possibilities of fatigue increase.
Martial Arts Training Due to her upbringing but specifically her parents being adamant about putting her through the ringer, Phoebe has been forged into a hand-to-hand killer. She never has killed anyone of her own volition, but with a few black belts in Wushu, the potential to deliver one-hit killblows exists inside her. To be honest, she doesn’t like to kill but she has kept up on her training as much as she could. Something about it brings her peace of mind.
Weapons Training Another “gift” from her parents. She trained with a myriad of weapons, though the ones that stuck around were short swords. Still, again, not her preferred form of fighting.
Peak condition Both life as a slave daughter and on the run has enabled plenty of time for Phoebe to work on her cardio. She might not be able to slam in buildings with a single punch, but she can run a 5K in record time and she can last in hand-to-hand combat longer than most. Might even rival Salem, which is something Phoebe wants to find out for herself.
Adaptable Due to her life on the run, Phoebe gained some valuable skills in being able to think on the spot. Change doesn’t effect her like it would most, which makes her ideal for cover missions. She can talk her way out of just about any situation. Of course, she has her own limits and sometimes her personality flaws bleed into this.
𝙃𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮
Phoebe hails from an old family. And when we say old, that’s not an over-exaggeration. The Chang family, though in its name they don’t strike you as one who might descend from greatness, they actually have their roots back to the Ming Dynasty. For generations, the Chang family has built a secret organization that, when you strip it all away, is the ruling figure of China, and everyone who thinks the president rules things just proves how good the Chang family is. And for generations, they have molded some of the best and often regarded as the most powerful mages who never made waves. Their real secret comes from the way they can keep their powers a secret. Always ready to use their abilities but never doing so. They blend in and rule from the shadows.
But that doesn’t mean they aren’t worked to death. Every member from every generation of the various branches of this Amazon Rainforest-sized family has all been trained in both mortal and magical arts. They have all experienced the trials that every member goes through.
Phoebe isn’t any different. In fact, she is the only one of her generation that has shown the potential for any sort of fighting ability.
Phoebe was born to the name Phoebe Eloise Chang. She was born on the fourth month of the eleventh day of the 1998 Year of the Tiger. She is the youngest of four children to Lee and Mei Chang. Both of her parents are magic-inclined. Lee is a geomancer who specializes in thermal magic and her mother is a sound-based mage with a focus on manipulation of airwaves. Her older siblings include two older sisters, who are twins, named Wendy and Heidi who were born in 1994, both of which are clairvoyants with varying abilities that pertain to premonitions. Meanwhile, her older brother, who is likely regarded as her closest friend and just two years older than her. His name is Apollo. Like his namesake, he is a mage of the light arts. His powers are mainly used for illusionary purposes.
Phoebe always stood out of her siblings for a lot of reasons. She was more rebellious than they ever could be. She challenged her parents’ tyranny that they called parenting. Of course, this always came off as her being disrespectful and disobedient, but her parents also recognized this as her having a fire that none of their children possessed. Being the types that followed tradition in every sense of the word, both Lee and Mei singled out Phoebe for all sorts of training from an early age. They recognized the signs that she would become a powerful mage in her own right one day, but she would need more than just raw magical power to be a force unlike anyone has ever seen. Because of that reason alone, she underwent years of physical, mental, psychological, and borderline abusive “training”.
All of those times spent with instructors and faced with stress-inducing changes, though she never wanted to be subjected to it ever again in her life, as she grew up and became a mage, Phoebe didn’t necessarily regret mastering certain skills. When she got her mark, it was something incredible. The mark was supposed to be the representation of your soul, which made a lot of sense because Phoebe had grown up hoping to fly to the moon so her parents could never find her, but she never got close to it. So when the day her mark manifested over her heart, the fact it took the shape of a shattered moon made a lot of sense, if not filled her with even more contempt. And like her mark, when her powers had manifested on her 16th birthday, it was the moment her parents were waiting for. Everyone in the family and those within the Chang Organization realized what gift she truly was and they tried to exploit her.
And for two and a half years, they did until Phoebe blew up their world. Literally.
Throughout Asia and eventually the Americas, Phoebe’s activities became quite public, though she was never actually spotted on any cameras doing anything. Nobody knows who she was but the fact remained that she had involved herself with groups that specialize in domestic and eco-terrorism. At some point during her 18 months on the run from her family, she found passions that included taking down authority figures. She was involved with several protests that turned violent, acts of terrorism that resulted in over a hundred buildings being destroyed. Her activities amassed not only a cult following of anti-government groups but also the attention of worldwide law enforcement agencies.
And yet her face had never been identified. Before anyone could get her face, despite all of her accomplices being captured, she was gone. There was no answer for it but Phoebe knew. The reason behind why she was never caught was because Phoebe slipped into the air and the building tops around her by using her magic. She never was caught because they couldn’t find her. She was never caught because Phoebe Chang knew what to do at almost every exact moment.
Sometime in the last seven weeks when Phoebe was roaming the streets of New York, someone had managed to get a message to her. She didn’t know who it was or how they managed to find her, but there was a sort of calling sent out to her. The letter she received was vague but enticing. It mentioned her parents and how they knew she was a mage. In the letter, there was an unreasonable amount of focus on appealing to the side of Phoebe that liked an adventure. She loved risk and there was one line in the letter that stuck out to her.
“There is something coming that is more dangerous than anything you have faced.”
And she couldn’t help but feel intrigued by it. Something about the way The Guild worded the letter and the stakes they implied that were present made her smile. That’s honestly all it took for her to accept the offer. She joined The Guild not long after that. Oh, if only they could have informed her just what she had signed up for.
Sonny had never witnessed a hostage-like situation before outside of films and shows on Netflix and Hulu, but watching Ryland take complete control over the dance was as close as he was ever gonna come to seeing such a thing happen. And he had to admit it took balls. Sonny didn’t care about most of the people around him. To be honest, outside of the Misfits, Stella, and even Kavi to an extent, the only other person Sonny really gave a damn about was the elegant and equally stunning redhead that towered over him. Their bond of friendship meant the world to him and he had remembered her speak about the obnoxious Ryland. He understood why she felt like that. Rye was a lot to handle at times. Even to his closest friends, he could be a bit of a douche.
So, that’s why Sonny watched Rye stand over everyone with a microphone in his hand, and his voice starting to echo like a holler in a pictureless hallway.
In the beginning, Rye demanded attention. “Yeah, like that’s anything new,” Sonny murmured, laughing under his breath as he let his friend continue. As he did, he went on to formally introduce himself as though gaining the approval of most of the asshats in their class was something he needed to do. Sonny shook his head at that and how he directly gave Ariel a wave. “Oh yeah, I’m sure she’s going to just appreciate being singled out like that.” Again, the peanut gallery had some more opinions.
The next bit was some generic Kodiak moment about being happy and all that sappy useless bullshit. He thought he was going to throw up. Whether or not that had to do with the alcohol in the punch or Ryland trying to sound like a romantic remained to be seen, but through it all, Sonny still didn’t have an inkling of where he was going with this.
Sonny was about to walk forward. He was mid-step when his idiot friend directed his attention at a very specific person. When Sonny heard his date’s name being mentioned, he stopped with his foot still in the air and his attention (as with everyone else’s) was directed on Julie.
Deep in his stomach, Sonny felt it twist and lock itself in complex knots as it donned on him just what was happening. He knew what Rye was doing and it made him sick. Not because he was against it. Lord knows he didn’t care if Rye loved Julie or not. If he did, then good for him. As long as he was happy. No, Sonny was annoyed for a different reason.
As Rye’s voice screeched and made his ears bleed, Sonny couldn’t tear his gaze away from Marisol. She appeared to be as shocked as Sonny was or maybe she wasn’t. Perhaps his girlfriend was in on this. “Of course she would be,” Sonny muttered, gritting his teeth. He tried to block out most of Rye’s singing. But something he couldn’t unsee was Ryland’s dance moves. Yeah, he wasn’t bad but did he really need to go that far. And lord knows what Julie must think of all of this…
Sonny shook his head, his eyes going between the three people who would otherwise mean the world to him but the only person he couldn’t stop worrying about was, in fact, his date. But perhaps that’s why he wasn’t told about this. How dare Sonny spend time with his date, right? How dare Sonny stick to a plan that Marisol coerced him into?
Yeah, it might be an understatement to say he wasn’t happy. Another understatement would be how close he was from reaching his breaking point, but Sonny was a chill guy. Or at least, he could learn to be chill. Maybe all of this wasn’t as it appeared to be.
And then Rye was in front of them. Of all the things he could have said to him, he dared tell him his girlfriend needs him? Why couldn’t she say that to him herself?
Chill Sonny. Don’t get worked up. Just smile.
And so he did. “Thanks for the heads up.” His voice came out neutral, though partially with a small percentage of the anger he was feeling. He turned to Julie, smiling. “Guess I’ll see you later.” Sonny offered her an apologetic smile that was filled with worry from the way his eyes focused on her and the way his lips slowly curled.
Waiting for a moment, the teen took to the parted dancefloor and quickly made his way across it. He fixed his narrowed eyes on Marisol, marching his way over to the DJ’s booth. Without so much as a warning, he grabbed his girlfriend by the wrist, pulling her away from the ballroom and to a secluded corner that was far enough away from anybody. Should the music start back up again, he knew they would be far enough so they could talk.
Once they came to a stop, Sonny glared at her. The first time they would actually be near each other since the dance started and it wasn’t a happy reunion. “Okay, start talking. What the fuck was that, huh!?” Sonny’s voice was high and cracking slightly with a rising temper in it.
@Dead Cruiser All fights are happening concurrently, otherwise we'd be here forever lol
Feel free to conjure up ghosts but you'll be hard pressed to make any shambling corpses.
And yes the spells you have listed in the CS are only the notable ones. Your character can have weaker spells or variants of your notable spells that isn't often used e.g. let's say Sekhandur can use his sand magic in a different way that wasn't listed.
So it's a preliminary Dragon Ball tournament style, eh? Like sectors of the arena devoted to these simultaneous fights, etc?
All of the time. Not just 1x1 partners but people I've plotted with in groups who, for a number of reasons, left the site. I always wonder what happened to them and if whether or not they are still writing or if they've completely retired from that life. I'll even go back and read posts of RPs we were in just relive those days and entertain the thought of what could have been if they stuck around.
I've been around the 1x1 circuit for about 4 years now. I've tried everything from ERPs (still do on occasion) to regular 1x1 experiences (aka the non-smut one). And, honestly, I've enjoyed doing 1x1s. Back when I was at the peak, I could do multiple posts a day by just going back and forth, but those days are few and I can't do it as often as I would like, so I've regulated myself to google doc roleplays. Sometimes, I'll admit, they don't feel quite the same because I really started by writing post to post, so trying to convert that into a more chapter like format was a difficult change. Still, I have a partner @Rosalia who is really good at being patient with me (even when I'm hella slow in my responses/decision making). That being said, I still do miss writing on threads for my 1x1s but I know I'm probably not able to keep up with the rapid-fire style it usually demands - at least if you want to get anywhere at a decent pace.
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