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The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)
The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch 2.0)
Name: Aya Lynn Germain
Alias(s): Cosmos
Age: 19
Affiliations: N/A
Factions: Honestly just trying to get by
Description:


Small and lithe, Aya's 5' build betrays none of her strength – she has years' worth of lean muscle hidden under her clothes, built up from doing aikido. Her long hair falls down her back, dark brown and thick. She's never been one for doing much with it. Aside from the occasional ponytail or braid, she's content to just let it rest where it falls. Her eyes are a deep brown color, and fairly weak. She's supposed to wear glasses, but she often finds them too much of a hassle to put on, and dislikes the idea of contacts.

Powers: Astral Projection
Aya is capable of extending her consciousness outside of her body. Invisible to others, her spirit form is capable of passing through solid objects or going into dangerous situations or environments that she otherwise would avoid. She can also create projections of other people if she's touching them, separating their consciousness from their bodies. She has to be touching them to bring them back for the astral plane, however. If Aya snaps back to her body without touching the other person’s projection, then the person will be stuck there until she snaps to the other side again to bring them back.
Aya also has the ability to glimpse into another person's soul when it leaves their body – that is to say, when they're dying. When on the astral plane, the soul materializes as a shimmering silver dust, floating from the body to the sky. If Aya touches this, she can get flashes of what they saw and thought in the moments before they died.
She’s still in the process of figuring out how her powers work and there are likely still things that she doesn’t know about them. In the past she actively tried to avoid using them because she was so nervous about the potential consequences she could face if they were discovered, but now it's more out of habit.

Strengths: Aya can keep up her projection indefinitely, and can hear and see everything around her, making her ideal for reconnaissance missions. So long as she keeps up her concentration, she can also sustain the projection up to three miles from her physical location. She also has a heightened awareness of the astral plane and everything on it, such as ghosts or other metas who might make use of it.
Weaknesses: When maintaining her projection, her physical body is more or less helpless. She's still conscious, and can talk to others, but it's difficult for her to move, and she is oblivious to her surroundings. Due to her projection's intangible nature, she's also unable to influence her spiritual environment or talk to anyone through it.

Skills: Aikido, fluent in English and Japanese, conversational in Spanish, intelligent, adaptable
Equipment: N/A
Ranking: C

Brief History: Aya was just a quiet girl from Oahu before all of this. The discovery of her power had been terrifying to say the least, but keeping it hidden was an easy task. It’s not like her ability was particularly noteworthy anyway – she couldn’t breathe fire or heal herself or anything like that… thus life went on as usual for her. Her parents separated when she was young, her mom moving back to Japan. Aya's relationship with her today is still strained, but she had a happy life with her father. That is, until her dad was diagnosed with cancer when she was sixteen. Then life got a bit harder.

They were well-off financially, so medical bills weren't much of an issue. But despite their best efforts, Mr. Germain continued to deteriorate. He passed away when Aya was 18, just before she graduated high school. The day that he died, Aya had been sitting at his hospital bed, holding his hand. He was asleep, and she'd already gone through the stages of grief, accepting that he was going to die. Then his heart monitor began to sputter. Aya snapped to attention gripping his hand and hoping for any way to make him better, or at peace, or something. Her hopes manifested in her powers activating on accident.

On the astral plane, Mr. Germain was as hearty and alert as he'd been before his diagnosis. They were both shocked at the turn of events… and then he realized what had happened. His daughter was a meta. It was no secret that the Germain house wasn't the most welcoming to metas, which was part of the reason why Aya kept it secret for so long. He didn't cry or shout or reject her as she feared he would… instead, he just sighed. Like he was disappointed. Aya thought that was probably worse. But he still loved his daughter and he smiled through the sadness and stroked her hair until he finally faded away. Aya hasn't used her powers since then.

After graduating from high school, Aya left "the rock” for college in LA. She’s not exactly a big-city girl, but she gets along fine. She takes her classes, works part time at a local bookstore, and makes her way through tense, weekly phone calls with her mom. Thus far she's done a very good job of keeping out of meta politics, and to this day she remains unregistered and undiscovered.

Speaking: Aquamarine

The X-Men Academy | School For Gifted Youngsters

Aya started when the mutant bounded into the trees, but paused when she heard his voice. It was a rumbling thing, stained with an animalistic growl and heavy with some accent she couldn't place, but it was as fragile as her own. Forcing her shaking legs to stay rooted in the ground, Aya opened her mouth again and, careful to make her voice at least a little stronger she said, "I'm Aya."

This creature… this person, whoever he was, seemed as nervous as she was. Aya couldn't see him clearly in the shadow of the branches, but she already knew what he was hiding. Was he afraid of her seeing him? Or just afraid of her? "Uhm… are you ok?" she asked, still timid. "I uhm… I don't think I recognize you." This wasn't saying much since she could count the number of people she personally knew in the mansion on her two hands… including her professors. "Are you new?" Aya vaguely recalled some hubbub about professors looking for someone in the forest. She had a feeling this was him.

What Lies Below

When Kat awoke, it was to the sounds of distant birds and rustling leaves, and the warmth of Hel's thick fur cocooning her body. "Mornin' buddy," she mumbled, memories of last night and her new job far from her mind. A rumbling purr was her response and Hel's tail flicked lazy arcs on the ground. Hearing her stomach grumble, Kat gave a soft groan and pushed herself up, still leaning against Hel's stomach. She gave her stomach a soft pat as she considered her options… hunting was easy enough, but game was scarce in these woods. She could manage with a couple of rabbits or birds, but that wouldn't be nearly enough to sate Hel… which was especially problematic since he'd be doing most of the hunting. The other option would be going into town and… procuring some food. On the off chance she decided to claim the meat legally, Kat reached into her pocket to count her money. Instead of the lone silver piece and coppers she expected to find, Kat's eyes widened when she found four shining silver coins.

It all came rushing back to her then. The job, the characters she'd met, the agreement to leave at noon today… Kat considered just taking off then and there with her money. Four silvers wasn't exactly much, but it was more than she'd had before, and nothing to scoff at with the current state of the country. On the one hand, the job was suicidal, the people were mostly idiots, and it all seemed to be a waste of her time. On the other hand, she'd be lying if she said it didn't intrigue her. She'd heard legends of the great dwarven kingdom beneath the spine, and there were few alive who could claim they'd seen a dragon. Of course, part of the reason for that might've been because anyone who saw a dragon was promptly roasted alive.

Kat tilted her head back and forth, silently weighing her options. She could always ditch later on if it proved to be too much trouble. Eyes stil straight ahead she said, "So whaddya think of that job?" She'd explained the situation to Hel last night and he'd seemed less than impressed. "Want the last thing you ever see to be a dragon?" Her grin was wicked as she looked over her shoulder at Hel. The great cat just flicked his tail in her face, causing Kat to sputter.

Well, Kat's mind was made up.

"Knew you'd say that," she said with false cheer. She popped up onto her feet and looked down at Hel as he huffed and lumbered up. "I gotta go stock up on some things in the town before we head out. You ok with staying here while I'm gone? Can't have the villagers running around all frantic if they see you." Hel glared holes in the back of Kat's head as she turned towards town and threw a wave over her shoulder. "I'll give a whistle when we're leaving," she said.

With that she made her way back into the town to look for any needed supplies.

The X-Men Academy | School For Gifted Youngsters

Sleep was always quick to find Aya, but slow to release her from its grasp. With a small groan, she buried herself into her fluffy comforter and tried to deny the fact that she was awake. Sadly, her struggle was for naught. Finally giving in after twenty minutes of trying to go back to sleep, Aya let her eyes slide open. She yawned, and rolled out of bed, beginning her morning routine.

After she was changed, her hair was presentable, and her teeth were brushed, Aya crept into the hallway, careful not to wake her roommate. Walking into the grand kitchen, she plucked an apple out of a basket of fruit and listened as several names were called over the intercom. Curiosity nagged at her, but it wasn't Aya's place, she knew. With a sigh, she tossed the apple in the air once and walked out of the kitchen, unsure of what to do with her day. It was beautiful out – the sky was clear and blue, the sun was bright, and if she looked out at the forest lining the mansion's perimeter, she could see leaves rustling in a light breeze.

Decision made, Aya peeked back into her bedroom to grab a book and her iPod off of her bedside table and made her way out into the forest. She stopped a little ways past the first line of trees, far enough in that she couldn't see the mansion, but not so far that she'd lose her way back. Plopping down to lean against a tree, she set her apple and book down to work out the tangles in her headphones. Aya's fingers paused, however, when she heard the snap of a twig.

Aya felt her heart stop for a moment. Glancing around, she saw no one in her immediate vicinity and tried desperately to calm herself down, telling herself it was just a deer or another student who had the same idea as her. But still…

Aya closed her eyes and breathed in slowly. It was probably nothing. There were no predators living in the area, and if it was a student then… well, she was supposed to be working on making friends, right? Aya exhaled and opened her eyes. Nothing at all. And yet, she couldn't make her heart rate slow down. Clenching her fists in her lap, earphones long forgotten, she knew a simple solution to this. She could just investigate. The thought of using her power still disquieted her, but the professor had always said that her abilities were nothing to be afraid of. Years of keeping it a secret had left her hesitant to use them at all, but she couldn't just pretend they weren't there – she was at Xavier's School for the Gifted, after all.

Mind made up, Aya closed her eyes again and felt her spirit detach from her body, a thin string of consciousness connecting them. Now in the form of an projection, she turned to where she'd heard the sound and walked forward. The fact that she was both invisible and intangible didn't ease her nervous heartbeat, but she moved forward regardless. She could do this. It was probably nothing.

This line of thought was promptly killed when she finally found the source of the noise. There, hidden in the shadow of the forest, was a hulking creature, a thin layer of fur covering its skin. His face was more animal than human, fangs clearly visible in his mouth and an elongated, almost canine snout. With a gasp, Aya snapped back into her body.

Definitely not nothing, she thought, mind frantic.

It was then with a jolt that Aya remembered where she was. Mutant Mansion, she'd once heard a student say. The creature in the woods was probably just another student like her… she hoped. It was this thought that made Aya stand on shaky legs, belongings forgotten on the forest floor, and walk to the creature in the woods. She let her foots fall on crunching leaves so that whoever it was would know she was approaching. It was probably a student, but she also wasn't looking to startle something with fangs and claws that sharp.

"Uhm… hi," she said when she was finally before him, her voice a frail thing in the forest air.

The X-Men Academy | School For Gifted Youngsters

Aya will also be looking for a roommate, if anyone's interested~

What Lies Below

In other news, here, have an updated sketch of Kat.

More the One Truth ~ (A Rune Factory RP)

I'm so sorry, but I'm gonna have to withdraw from this RP OTL

The X-Men Academy | School For Gifted Youngsters

Present

RWBY - Return to Niflheim

Appearance- Link
Name- Nahbi Cho
Age- 16
Species- Human
Aura Color- Pink

Semblance- Vertical Teleportation
Nahbi can teleport either straight up or straight down. She typically uses this for evasion, getting some altitude on an attack, or dropping down heights that would be too dangerous to fall.

Weapon- Scatter and Flare


Other Equipment- A sack-like backpack for traveling, a whetstone, a cloth to clean her weapons, a water bottle, and various prepackaged sweets and pastries that she likes to munch on.

History- Nahbi chose to become a huntress because it sounds badass, plain and simple. She had a relatively easy childhood, safer than most of her peers' and free of much of the heartache that seems to define peoples' lives nowadays. Her family was affluent enough that they were able to escape to safety when the world seemed to be overrun with Grimm. Nahbi grew up watching the heroic deeds of hunters and huntresses on the news, and even took to playing "hunters and Grimm" with her two older brothers – though of course, the news reporters never covered the gruesome aftermath of battles they showed, or what happened when a huntress wasn't quite fast or strong enough to defeat her opponent. When Nahbi decided she wanted to be a huntress, her parents understandably shot the idea down. Her mom and dad were both very loving, if overprotective, and refused to even entertain the thought of their little girl fighting the monsters that haunted their dreams. Pouting and frustrated, Nahbi refused to let the issue drop, constantly bringing it up and even talking to her brothers about what sort of huntress she would be. When her parents discovered dual blades hidden under her bed, along with books explaining how to utilize aura, it was the last straw. The fight was grand and gruesome enough to rival those that Nahbi always saw on the news, and when it ended with her parents confiscating her swords, Nahbi knew what she would do. That night she packed her things, stole back her swords, and ran away to Gram, to officially start her training as a huntress and achieve her dream. She still writes to her family, though they're less than pleased with her. The only reason why she hasn't been dragged back home by her ear is because the trip is too dangerous for anyone sane to take.

Personality- Nahbi can almost always be seen sporting a wicked grin, and is very easily entertained. She's not always the easiest to get along with, what with snide remarks and sarcastic personality, but if she decides she likes you enough, you can be sure she'll stick with you through thick and thin – not that others tend to decide they like her. She enjoys messing with people, and is often too obtuse enough to read the situation and know when enough is enough. Nahbi's juvenile, falling easily into pettiness, but this also contributes to her child-like nature. She's a bit too naive for a world overrun by Grimm, and doesn't always seem to understand consequences or risks. Despite coming across as combative and snarky, she's actually very trusting.

Fighting Style- Nahbi uses dual blades combined with her aura, which are incapable of changing form. For melee battles, Nahbi uses them in tandem, using fast, spinning movements. She uses them as conductors for her aura for ranged attacks: when slashed, Scatter shoots out razor sharp arcs of aura, to either cut or blow enemies away, and Flare creates a line of spikes made from her aura when stabbed into the ground. Overall, her fighting style is hit first, hit hard, and do it with style.

Other- Nahbi likes butterflies. That's her thing. The windowsill in her room is lined with various butterfly figurines she's collected over the years, made of glass, metal, gemstones, wood, tissue paper… whatever she's managed to find, really. She likes figuring out new ways to fold paper into butterfly shapes when she's bored, and the meticulous nature in which she does so would surprise those who know her.

What Lies Below

An idea for future situations like this, where everyone splinters off into different groups for smaller conversations: maybe mini-group members can make a post in the IC as a spot holder for whatever conversations are being held by their characters, and then their conversation can be carried out in PMs, and edited into the post once they finish. I just figure it would be more convenient, so the entire group doesn't have to wait on a small non-plot relevant conversation to finish up before moving on. I just worry about flagging momentum in the RP if everyone's always waiting on someone else. And of course we don't want to sacrifice those small conversations as they're very important for character development and relationships.

With this idea though, it limits characters being able to organically enter and leave conversations as the number of participants would be preset. To fix this, maybe the convos would only move to PMs once everyone else has gone into "sleep mode" and is waiting for the next plot point to happen?

Thoughts?