Footsteps. Left. Right. Left. Right. Jump. A maddening sprinting pace. Heavy breathing. Her hair fluttering in the wind, as if it was some sort of trail of her movement. She clenched her fists, as she felt fire in her lungs. She was getting short of breath. And the demonic smorgasbord was at its peak, only to recede soon after. A plague who looked like the lovechild of The Birds and a B movie had unfolded in London. The city she had taken residence in.
Nya bit her lip. How come she was going to be the last one to arrive! Foreigner girls would surely laugh at her uselessness! It was then when she noticed the general presence of the other girls. Yes, she was late to the action. Clenching her tiny fists, she inhaled one last time.
"I'm SO SORRY! I'm late!" She said to the assorted members, in case they were very strict types. "Birds...damned...outta nowhere...gotta...breath. Bugger." Nya knelt firmly on her knees in her transformed state. The faint smell of chocolate came into her nostrils, as well as she took a general outlook of the other girl faces.
"Name's...Nya... the Taboo..." She voiced as high as she could after the frantic sprint. "Nice to meet ya! I hope we can all help eachother...say, can I take one?" Nya added, pointing at the confections one girl had brought, funnily enough.
Personality: Nya is an eager girl, always trying to look recognition in others through willingness and hardwork. However, this also makes her appear naggy and needy at times, and can sometimes tire out even the most patient. She rarely talks about her true emotions, keeping a masquerade of almost neurotic behaviour, but deep down she's a rather awkward and shy girl, terrified of rejection. She doesn't really harbour much illwill to the demons, and at times she seems to sympathize with them. However she tries her hardest as a magical girl in order to find the recognition and acceptance she yearns for.
Gimmick/Theme behind Powers: Eldritch Abominations Psychological weakness: Nya's most glaring weakness is the fear of her less than human side, and also fearing of being rejected because of her true nature. Using her most powerful attacks also takes a toll on her sanity and she can grow increasingly psychotic. Powers:
Fire of Tulzscha: Her most basic spell, it is a simple hand-sized fireball which can be launched at a target. Because of the eldritch nature of the fire, it also seems to erode in addition to burning.
Silver Spear of Yog Shothoth: Her actual finisher spell, Nya spends a brief time chanting before unleashing a spear of an unknown, alien substance (either described as silver fire or a liquid metal) capable of piercing any kind of armor and searing through the toughest of defenses. However its rather taxing execution only makes it suitable as a finisher or as a sniping attack.
Arcane Symbol: Nya can carve a symbol in any surface, and impart it with her essence. Said symbol will now ward off supernatural attacks that hit the nearby surface for a while, although repeated attacks will wear the symbol down.
Summoning: Nya can summon eldritch creatures, however due to her inexperience and lack of maturity she can only summon baby versions, which are more fit for support tasks than actual combat. She can summon baby shoggoths for cleaning, infant fire vampires for lighting, tiny deep ones for underwater tasks, etc...
Tentacle: Nya can summon a tentacle in any part of her body that can be swung like a whip and hits with the force of a crocodile tail. She is hesitant to use this, however, as the sheer gross factor of it can creep even demons.
Spawn Body: Nya's body has rather good regeneration properties, and she can regenerate and reattach broken bones and limbs rather quick. However, the proccess of regeneration also shows her inhuman part in the form of myriads of wormlike tendrils closing the wound. Due to this fact, conventional attacks and suffocation will only at most knock her out. Magical attacks, however, are perfectly capable of disrupting this process. Corruption also affects Nya in a peculiar way. The more corruption she stacks, the less human she'll appear to be, with black veins appearing all over, eyes in places where do not belong, wriggling tentacles, an elongated whiplike tongue... It also makes her appear more psychotic as the corruption progresses...but also immune to demonic control and sway. She becomes far too alien to control. Corrupting her completely will turn her into a hideous abomination: The spawn of Nyarlathotep, whose allegiance would be unknown.
History: Nya was born to a single mother, alcohol and a single-night stand. Wracked with guilt and sorrow of an ever spiraling life, Nya's mother rejected the child and committed suicide not soon after, calling her something that should not have been born. She was transferred to an orphanage, where she was tutored and fed acceptable. Nya wasn't very talkative by then, but soon, with the care of other kids, she came out from her shell little by little. Even if her own mother had not accepted them, others had done so. That was a feeling she craved desperatedly, eventually becoming an overeager energetic brat who was always doing things for others, and pestering people.
And orphanages are very well known demon magnets. The tragedy occurred. Children died, adults died, and a half dead Nya was crawling on the ground with only one useable arm, the blood from her wounds leaving a red trail as she desperately tried to get away from the beasts. Her vision blurred, and she hallucinated.
A man appeared, with dark eyes and dark clothes, amidst the demons. Some of them lunged on the man, but were pierced and tossed aside by an unknown force. The man knelt before the dying Nya, and produced in his gloved hands a dusty tome, gently sliding it towards Nya as he opened the pages. He nudged her face gently, showing a warm, or perhaps mischievous smile of pearly white teeth.
"Happy 15th anniversary, my child."
Nya couldn't understand. She focused on reading the book, full of alien scribbles, but somehow familiar. And the world went black.
She woke up, covered in blood, both her and of the creatures on herself. The man was nowhere to be found. Nor were the creatures, beyond their mangled bodies. A dark feeling clutched on her chest. Somehow, she knew she had been the one who had fought the demons back. And somehow, she knew that such mysterious man was her father. Her long lost father. And that he wasn't in the least human.
Nor she was either.
In the aftermath, Nya was transfered to another facility, where she came to terms with her...less than human side and decided to put it to good use with all the demons roaming about. Hoping, that perhaps, it wasn't too late to relive that feeling of acceptance she once had.
(OOC: I'm changing the colors on some brats cause they clash with PC's).
Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
Hana knelt besides the bathtub, her hands find their way in a gentle way, massaging and kneading the scalp of one of the two infants that were resting inside the filled tub. Opposite her, the other girl know as Mii was imitating her, as if she was a past version of herself. Hana, of course had discarded all clothes before entering the bath, and instructed everyone else to do so. There were rythmical sounds coming from both sounds, who were slowly becoming more and more relaxed, like a couple of half-asleep kittens.
"Umu..."
"Umu..."
"Alright, Gin-chan, Kin-chan, we're done scrubbing. Now it'll be our turn, Mii-chan." Hana herself announced, after being told the names of both kids by Mii. She herself seemed to be a bit of a passive person, but with a little nudge, Hana had managed to convince her to be her helper in this task."Need a little help?"
Mii stared at Hana. Or more concretely, at Hana's naked body for a second. Her gaze narrowed a little. Was it jealousy? She cast her gaze away and then Hana understood why. She had heard it too.
"They're at it again." She sulked, referring to the faint struggle sounds that came from one of the nearby rooms.
"Ahhh...Well, don't worry. I don't think they can cause much harm. Still they need to be scolded. OH! I know. How about if they're Hana-chan and Mii-chan's maids for a week? Complete with maid outfit!" Hana added as she began to gently rinse the water out of the twins, helping each to get out of the tub and get dry. The older female added with a wink of complicity towards the younger one, which finally made a small hint of laughter in the corner of her mouth.
"Well then, you smell all much better now! Nice and clean!" She cheered, patting both of the twins heads softly, before turning to her grooming. She carefully unknot her own hair and began to soak her skin.
"uh...why? Why are you doing this?" Mii suddenly blurted out, finding courage to ask after the whirlwind of developments in her life."What is your intention?" Her gaze became piercing all of a sudden, her lack of trust finally surfacing. Hana just smiled, as she pat the younger ghoul in their head.
"We ghouls oughta look for their own. And not too long ago, I was the one asking an old man that same question. I am just returning what was given to me. Besides, if we don't care for eachother... I don't think humans will." Hana pondered "The world is after all, a cruel place. And you shouldn't be tossed on it without the opportunity to grow up." She let go of Mii, as she resumed her own bath.
And found the twins were missing from their spot.
"DAMN!" The ghoul medic jumped all of a sudden outside, finding the door of the bath ajar. The giggles of both twins could be heard, as they were running around in their birthsuit.
"I'm going to win the race!"
"No, I will!"
But they couldn't calculate that Hananator was on their heels, her also naked figure at cruise speed, catching with the two soon afterwards. "No. Hana-chan wins. And you kids are going straight to the bath."
Of course the only way the situation could be made more awkward was if someone had seen the whole display. And judging how Hana was now both staring at Takumi and Rin, she had been seen. Hana chose to pay no heed to her naked predicament, instead trying a lame attempt of a jab towards Takumi."Wow, Takkun, you're already trying to woo Rinrin? Such a casanova!" She then eyed her own naked display, one kid firmly grasped in each arm.
"Also, you saw nothing." She added, before turning back to the bathroom, and having them wait for Mii and herself to finish off. It didn't take much, fortunately. Finding clothes for the lot was a little trickier, but Hana eventually managed to lend Mii some of her old, teenager clothes and hospital gowns were a fitting choice for the twins.
The waft smell of a fresh corpse invaded the room then. From the elevator, an elderly figure in a janitor suit mindfully pushed a single cart with an adult-sized body bag. The male ghoul was rather crude, and a bit of a hunchback, with balding white hair and beady black eyes. He nevertheless looked fit for his age and he had a solid, thick muscle core in his waist.
"Lo' Boss. I heard you had guests. Got one. Yakuza showdown. Fresh. No one will miss him. Poor lad." The figure curtly said, before tipping his hat and mumbling down, decided to come downstairs again.
"Um, thanks, CB." Hana said in response, before zipping the bag open."I always wanted to say this..." She inhaled deeply..."KIDS, DINNER TIME!" She beckoned.
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