Bleu Chess

The Last Wizard (EnA Format)

Character Name: Datura Clemis Gender: Female Age: 25 Character Skill(s): Make medicine and uses plants for healing. Fatal Flaw(s): She’s a quack doctor. She kinda knows what she’s doing yet kinda not; although, she doesn’t seem to care all that much. Half the medicine she creates would probably/most likely have prominent side effects. Biography: A traveling apothecary from a foreign land, Datura traveled from town to town, selling her concoctions whenever she went. Whenever her medicine failed, she would high tail outta town to avoid an angry mob demanding their money back. One day after one particularly long mob chase, she decided to settle down for once after being chased to a different kingdom – in a graceful and lady-like manner, of course. She even grew something of a green thumb after settling for a while. Although, every so often, she'll pack up and travel once again to sell stuff.

The Last Wizard (EnA Format)

Character Name: Datura Clemis Gender: Female Age: 25 Character Skill(s): Make medicine and uses plants for healing Fatal Flaw(s): She’s a quack doctor. She kinda knows what she’s doing yet kinda not; although, she doesn’t seem to care all that much. Half the medicine she creates would probably/most likely have prominent side effects. Biography: A traveling apothecary from a foreign land, Datura traveled from town to town, selling her concoctions whenever she went. Whenever her medicine failed, she would high tail outta town to avoid an angry mob demanding their money back. One day after one particularly long mob chase, she decided to settle down for once after being chased to a different kingdom – in a graceful and lady-like manner, of course. She even grew something of a green thumb after settling for a while. Although, every so often, she'll pack up and travel once again to sell stuff.

Project Olympia

After dumping Vee onto the nearest empty couch, Felyse followed the young woman’s instructions and made his way to the freezer and then to the first aid kit. While doing so, the good professor Rohrbach was dragging himself through the door and onto the nearest table. “Quite dandy, professor. Like a candy in the fall,” Felyse answered with a thoughtful yet distant expression. "Who held you captive while you missed out on all the pie?" He tilted his head slightly to the side and – for no apparent reason – lightly tapped the top of the professor’s head with a slender finger while he walked pass. Although the professor had the looks of a ragamuffin with his lab coat in all disarray, such image wasn’t a touch out of place. Ever since the teen had moved into the lab, he would see that man in such a state more often than twice a week especially if the professor had been concocting something in the lab all night. Maybe a few bags of skittles would help. Ignoring the manly bonding taking place between Nick and the newcomer Ray, Felyse waltzed over to Vee and handed her some aspirin. “Here you go, spud. Incoming!” Felyse did the same with Ferghus, tossing the Irish man the bag of frozen peas and a couple pills of aspirin. He then sat on the arm of the couch whose only other occupant was Dominic, and waited patiently - which was just spacing out.

Project Olympia

Felyse slowly tuned out the conversation at hand, not at all too concern about the good professor’s absence or the professor that Penelope was complaining about. The pie before him was all too enticing. Just as he was about to pile on more into his mouth, a giant mass of muscle suddenly knocked into his chair. In his face was a very familiar hand holding a few marbles that had almost practically appeared out of nowhere. “What--?” the young man managed to startle out until Ferghus knocked against his seat once again to act as a human meat shield. The impact was so hard that his chair started to tilt so far to the side until he saw nothing but the ceiling. The sensation of falling brushed against his nerves. Quickly, in stunned daze, he tried to grasp the edge of the table only for his hands to slip. With adrenaline running through his veins, a draft could be felt from beneath as his chair tumbled into the portal that had materialized suddenly. As quickly as it had appeared, the portal was gone before he could get dragged into it as well – only for the hole to reappear behind Orion with that said seat tumbling out and hit the back of the black-haired man’s chair. Staring at the scene before him, Felyse had a lot to take in at once. Just one look at the injured Ferghus, the smirking Orion, and the pitifully crawling Vee was enough to understand the jest of it. The teen threw Orion a look of disappointment that clearly expressed his respect for the older man went down a few notches. His gaze soon turned away to matters of more importance. “Well, that was rather reckless, Ferg.” Felyse huffed, nonchalantly brushing off any dust from his clothes. Although he might look annoyed, a hint of concern underlined his words. He sighed and shook his head. The wrinkle between his eyebrows disappeared as he stared off into the distance. “I might not be the most ideal couch for these games, but I could’ve handled it.” Turning his gaze to the owner of the cafe, Felyse crawled after to Vee. Being the one who didn’t overexert himself, he managed to catch up to her within seconds. “Veeeeee, go sit on the couch. Gimme your arm.” He huffed and moved to his feet, tugging at the sleeves of her shirt while offering his shoulder. “I’ll get the stuff. Just tell me where it’s at.”

Project Olympia

“You better get used to it with my portals going all willy-nilly. Aren’t you going to be a hero? How could you be so shaken by little ol’ me?” Felyse lightly teased, raising an eyebrow in smug mischief as Ferghus grabbed him by the arm. In return, the young man latched onto the Irish man’s upper arm and began to pull. One, two, and three – Voila! A soft, almost cartoonish, pop could be heard as Felyse was hauled right outta there. Once the messily tied laces of his boots were released from imprisonment, the portal quickly melted away only to be replaced by the wooden flooring that had been there originally. No scars, no scratches - it was almost like a man-sized hole had never been there in the first place. “Thanks, bud. If candy is a no-go, then I guess I owe you something else,” Felyse threw his arms up into the air and stretched, his fists clenched. He took the red-head man’s last statement as a challenge. Chuckling under his breath, he gave the older man a friendly slap on the back, hopping away. “But, I can’t give up on converting you to the dandy land of candy just yet~.” He softly sang under his breath. Upon looking at the occupants of the room as well as the newly arrived, he flashed them a warm smile and a wave as gestures of acknowledgement. He hopped right over the table where Heather, Emily, Orion, and Penelope was at, and took a seat right next to Heather. It wouldn’t do to sit on the couches since Nick made a point of making it his own territory with his gastrointestinal tract. Besides, slices of black and blueberry pie were already situated quite nicely on the table by the courtesy of Vee. It was calling his name. Sitting back against the chair, the young man tilted his head toward Penelope, a silver spoon dangling from his mouth. “Nope. Didn’t see him at all, neither hair nor nail. He didn't became an old man hermit in that lab again, did he?” Felyse asked nonchalantly, scooping up a large piece of his berry desert with his spoon. He shoved the whole thing into his mouth and chewed in contemplation… only to start piling in more of the sugary substances by the spoonful. Juicy sweetness flowed through his veins. He quickly shook his head at Orion's question. Usually it was the good professor who does the contacting, not the other way around. Besides, the scientist was only a few meters away if they ever needed something, often found holed up in his laboratory of doom.

The Last Wizard (EnA) Interest Check

Hey, mind if I toss some of my interest in?

Project Olympia

“Ah ha! Found it!” Felyse jumped to his feet, holding his signature red hat between his fingers. Above him was a hole, or to be more accurate, a portal of pure darkness. It hung on the ceiling like some over-grown Christmas ornament. A large variety of shirts, trinkets, and all other items he had horded throughout his life were piled in an organized mess and shoved to the side. Along the way, the bed was placed right under it. He stood beneath the dark abyss, feeling a slight draft drawing towards it, almost like it was urging him to come inside. The hole was juuuuust big enough for his scrawny body to fit right through. Even though the Fresh Pot was just across the street, this portal was here all nice and tight, presenting itself to him. If only it wasn't on the ceiling... All well! Might as well go with it. "Welp, here goes nothing," the teen huffed, imagining what the good professor might say if he were to ever find a portal in his room instead of the training area. Despite his gangly weight, a jump or two on the bed gave him enough momentum to grab the edges of the portal and heaved himself through… to only find himself staring at a pair of shoes and hearing voices above his head. “Oh…” Felyse stared blankly at his new surroundings. Judging from the warm atmosphere and seeing Orion, Penelope, and Emily who were all gathered at a table, it was pretty much a given that he was at the Fresh Pot. The person closest to him was the ever-so-muscular Ferghus whose feet he was currently staring at. Slowly, his lips slipped into a sheepish grinned as he resisted the urge to scratch his nose. The teen made a move to pull himself up only to find himself unable to do so. Flickering his eyes down to the portal hugging his lower chest told him exactly why. "Pssssst, Ferg!" He called out to the Irishman in a hushed voice, looking rather lax despite having half of his body sticking out from the floor. “Hey, buddy, I like your shoes. They’re clearly well worn. Also, can you pull me outta here? I'm kinda stuck sooooo...”On the other side of the portal, his legs dangled helplessly with no leverage to rely on. “...I got skittles.”

Project Olympia

Name:

Felyse Edwen

Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: “Never judge a books by its cover” is a well-applied saying but, with Felyse, he is exactly as he appears. Whimsical and overly-eccentric, he is a kid at heart and impulsive to boot. He is, without a doubt, a teen with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits [WARNING: Reverse psychology might just backfire. Maybe. Maybe not]. With an easy-going attitude, he tackles any situation with an optimistic view and a bundle of playful insights. However, this positive attitude can easily be a double-edged sword as he can be seen as naïve, innocent, or too idealistic. He refuses to think things through or even the consequences of his actions. As a rule he follows, he shall have no regrets. He shall call out “YOLO.” Background: Felyse was a free spirit, having a rather lax upbringing in a simple home. He was mostly left to his own device ever since his parents took one look at their recently-turned-goth daughter, then at their son's purple bunny-eared hat, and went “NOPE, can’t handle this.” His parents encourage exploration and free will, and expected nothing out of him. Chained down with neither expectations nor dreams, he is struck with the ideal of finding passion and happiness. The second child to a relatively normal family, Felyse like to consider himself a “jack-of-all-trade.” Majoring in the undecided, Felyse tried his hands at various skills, only to – all too often – lose interest in any skill he pursues after a few weeks. Cooking, sports, dancing, drama – he had been through it all as he stride through clubs like some home invader exploring for prospective wealth; although, he occasionally revisit these skills at a later date, leading to a very varied shallow skill set. It wasn’t long before he finally dipped his hands in gambling, easily drawn into the idea of earning thousands of dollars within a single game and losing the clothes on your back with a simple toss of a coin. Eventually, as time went by, he took it as a source of entertainment, losing and winning on a whim with a smile on his face. His earnings were never steady; his wallet filled with either a wad of cash for a day or a piece of lint for a whole month since he never takes gambling seriously – or have the slightest idea of budgeting. He was more than happy to act as a guinea pig for the good professor when Rohrbach approached him with Project Olympia. Who’s gonna turn down the chance of free drugs, getting paid along the way? That green lime-looking pill is looking rather tempting… Chosen Pill Color: Lime green Other: Felyse is a pretty dated guy, using words that are equally as dated like “bodacious” or “hodgepodge.” He has an admiration for cinema and movies from all decades. Watching black-and-white films are his greatest pleasure as well as wearing hats of various designs. He’s never seen without some form of headgear.

Project Olympia

Wait, I think lightning manipulation is already on the list as Electrokenisis. How about metal manipulation instead?

Project Olympia

Penelope will either hate or love him. I don't think she'll be able to decide. Otherwise, accepted! You may move him on over to the other tab. Also, what powers would you contribute if you haven't already? (My memory is crap.)

@HylianRose

Why not let them have a nice love/hate relationship with Penelope oozing most of the hate? :D Ah crap, I suck at picking powers, but... er... How about: 1) Force field manipulation, 2) Acoustokinesis/Audiokinesis (sound manipulation), aaaand 3) Pheromone manipulation?