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Legends of Lavanya

Tsai was not having a good time. She'd left the shop before closing time today (which was a rarity) to run an errand or two, but on her way back she'd been ambushed. By children. One of the endless annoyances of living in towns was that no matter what she did, or where she went, children flocked to her. They were entranced by the girl with flowers in her hair and petals painted into her skin, the one who carried herself like a grown up and did grown up things and spoke grown up words, but was their size. Tsai absolutely loathed it. Her aggravation was only compounded by the way the trees and flowers whispered in nervous anticipation. Something was coming.

They laughed as they pulled her through the town, whispering like the little schemers they were. Tsai wasn't about to be caught doing something as demeaning as fighting off a mob of kids… not that she'd be able to anyway. The dryad was many things, but strong was not one of them. Letting acid seep through her skin was always an option. It would serve these kids right if they got a blistering rash. But then they'd start crying and their parents would be upset, and if there was anything Tsai found more annoying than brats tugging her every which way, it was how obnoxious their parents could get if anyone dared touch their 'precious babies.' Tsai wanted to scoff at that. They'd touched her first.

Besides, these kids had been burned before. Now they knew to grab her over the fine cloth of her sleeves.

The children pulled her to one of the local inns. Apparently it was their favorite. Something about always getting free desserts because the bartender couldn't resist them. Sneaky little demons. They went through the door, and Tsai scanned the room. It was just the usual bunch of unimpressive patrons, but then her gaze fell on an odd little group. Most of them were unfamiliar, but she recognized at least two as people who'd stopped by the flower shop to visit the girl Tsai'd hired to deal with the people part of the business. There was the man with long silver hair, and the blonde girl with a voice like music. She'd never cared to learn their names.

She caught their eyes as she passed them, the children still pulling her by her arms.

"Remove them," she demanded. And then they were tugging her to the bartender, who cooed and laughed, offering them pudding.

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Legends of Lavanya

hmm, trying to figure out how to involve my character…

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

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Legends of Lavanya

Appearance:


Name: Tsai Lin

Basics

Gender: Female
Species/Race: Castor Dryad
Age: 108
Height: 4'3"
Weight: 40 lbs
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Pale brown
Skin Color: Fair, with green and red markings
Figure: Pixie-like
Job: Florist

Powers

Nature Manipulation – Tsai can control all types of plant matter, making trees grow in certain ways or flowers bloom. More flexible plants, like vines, can even be manipulated to grab things for her.

Dryad Spirit - Like all dryads, Tsai is able to melt herself into trees or plants. She typically does this to rest or when she needs to heal, or even when she's trying to move quickly through a heavily forested area and can't be bothered enough to walk around trees – she'll jut go through them. She can also communicate with plants. They're not able to tell her anything specific, but Tsai will know if there's some sort of natural disaster or changes in the earth and environment. Unlike her other two powers, this is a passive, inherent ability that doesn't require energy to use.

Poison Touch – As a Castor Dryad, Tsai has the ability to produce poison from her skin. The toxicity level can range from giving you a slight rash to corroding metals and dissolving flesh from bone. This also means she is immune to all organic poisons and toxins.

Weaknesses

Fragility - A frail, tiny thing, Tsai is just as weak as she looks. She can't take a hit, can't lift things much heavier than a phone book, and should just stay out of physical situations overall.

Antisocial – Tsai does not play well with others. She is arrogant, dismissive, and just down right aggravating to almost everyone who has the misfortune of knowing her. Her pride keeps her from listening to others or accepting help even when it would be in her best interest to do so.

Vulnerability – Dryads get their power from nature, which is why most of them choose to live in forests or jungles – well away from civilizations and heavily developed areas. Because Tsai no longer lives in a forest, she tires more easily when using her powers or exerting herself, though working in a flower shop helps to remedy this, some.

Personality

Typically dryads (and nymphs as a whole) are thought of as shy, bashful creatures, too meek to approach others. This isn't the case with Tsai. She just doesn't like people. She is always composed, carrying herself as though she were a queen on some regal throne. Countless people who've met her have been baffled at how one so small can still manage to look down her nose at everyone. She uses her aloof demeanor to cover up any insecurities she may have, and is uncomfortable with almost every form of affection. She is a drifter, though not by choice, and maybe that's why she refuses to make any form of connection with others. The moment she finds herself falling into a routine with something, she uproots herself. It is her way of feeling some form of control over her circumstances. Maybe if she tells herself that she doesn't need a home or family often enough, she won't miss the one she lost quite so painfully.

Background

Tsai was expelled from her clan almost thirty years ago, for reasons unknown. She's not the sharing type, and her prickly personality tends to dissuade people from caring enough about her to ask, so much of her backstory remains a mystery. But expulsion from her fellow Dryads meant being forced to leave the forest she had once called home. Thus, she moved to the small towns that dotted the map, never staying in one place for too long. At the moment Tsai owns a flower shop in Osari. She can work wonders with the flowers and bouquets, making them bloom in beautiful arrangements, but it's best to keep her away from the customers. She hired Lily to help deal with that.

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my post is too recent, i have nothing to respond too Q.Q

Legends of Lavanya

@HylianRose ok. then… could tsai own the flower shop?

Legends of Lavanya

@HylianRose i finished my cs at the bottom of page 2. does that look alright? sorry about your ankle >.<

Legends of Lavanya

ah darn, i was nearly finished with my cs too :/

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

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As Aya sent her spirit out to explore the ship, she would see various spectral forms of varying degrees of distinction. Whether she turned her gaze or not towards them was immaterial; in the end, a series of motes would appear before her, motes of light that gathered to form a very familiar shape.

Cedric Wessex, former leader of the Reformist Council, now dead. In this plane of existence, however, he can still appear, still manifest a form, a form that looked like his old self. Faintly glowing, his form was clad in his typical longcoat, shirt, and jeans, and he carried nothing in his hands.

"Aya..." he said, "I'm glad to see you. You have much to ask, don't you?"

Aya started when she heard her name and spun to see Cedric. She stared for a moment, eyebrows scrunching in confusion. She didn't know Cedric had died, as she's been distracted during that time. Absorbing the soul of a serial killer tended to make it difficult to pay attention to anything else.

"…Mr. Wessex?" she asked. "I don't – what are you doing here?" As far as she knew, it shouldn't have been possible for him to be on this plane. "Wait, do you know what's happening? Where we are?"

"I died," he said offhandedly. "It's not so bad, now that it's over." He then continued:

"Ghosts see a lot of things, hear a lot of things. They don't know everything, but, well, we know enough." The 20-year old then gazed at her:

"You, and every Metahuman on this Planet, have been abducted by Alien Commandoes, for the purpose of serving as soldiers in a Civil War. You see, Metahumanity is actually caused by a virus, which in turn is fatal to the Aliens, which would normally not be an asset, except in the aforementioned Civil War. You and the other Metas of LA are being transported in an Alien Ship, which is going through either Space or Hyperspace, to the Empire controlled by them."

"We must stop the ship - no, the fleet - from arriving at its destination. To do that, we need an insurgency, and to get an insurgency, you have to get as many Metahumans on board with the idea. Explore the ship; look for as many people who have gotten free as possible, establish lines of communication. A friend of mine, George Maxwell, already has this idea, but he's dealing with a very...skeptical person as his contact. So, everything falls on you, now."

"I… excuse me?!" Memories flooded back to her – planning the attack on the Reformist base, agreeing to spare at least s few of the Metas there so they could be recruited. But above all, knowing that Cedric Wessex had to die. For a moment she was embarrassed that she hadn't been the one to pull it off. The foreign thoughts poured into her, overwhelming to the point where she was almost forced back to her body. Aya staggered, putting a hand to her temple.

"Mr. Wessex," she said, eyes scrunched closed, "I'm so sorry." That was her. That was something she would say, and not Sebastian. "But… aliens? We were captured by aliens?" She supposed it made about as much sense as someone making their spirit leave their body, or manipulating blood with their mind. She froze though when he said it was up to her. "Oh, no no no no, it cannot be up to me, I'm just a college student, I wasn't even part of the Meta wars back in LA, and I–" She was rambling. She knew that, but Aya couldn't stop. She couldn't be relied on right now. Not when a mass murder was seeping into her every thought, not when she'd felt a moment of triumph at hearing Cedric had died. "Mr. Wessex, I can't be the one you depend on. Please, it's just… you need to find someone else for this. I can't be counted on for something this important."

"You're the only one I can count on," spoke Cedric implacably. "I failed, badly, just before my death. I thought I was invincible, and so I died for it. So now, I put my bets on one who is weak, one who deprecates herself, on the thought that, perhaps, there is a hidden strength to her, a hidden strength that may yet be the key to winning the war." He then gazed at her icily.

"And I intend to win the war."

The man then held out his ghostly hand.

"I can drag Sebastian out of you and into me; hold him prisoner inside me till it is my turn to go to the True Afterlife - I cannot tell you what goes on there, and it's going to distract you from this war anyway. I planned to free you of him anyway, but, please, at least try your best."

She paused, uncertain. Cedric seemed sure, but… really, she couldn't be so important. She couldn't be trusted with something like this. What if she messed it up somehow? All Aya's life, no one had ever depended on her for something so crucial. Then he offered to take Sebastian from her. The relief that coursed through her was a palpable thing, but then she paused. How could she thrust this burden on another person? Especially one who had already given everything for what he believed him?

"I appreciate it, Mr. Wessex," she said, almost unable to believe what she was about to say. "But… I can't ask anyone else to carry him… especially someone who's given so much. Too much." But maybe it wasn't just selflessness driving her, though. "Besides… I think… I'm better with him." She froze, rethinking her statement. "I mean, not better. It's torture, if I'm being honest." She tried to laugh in an attempt at humor, but it fell flat. "But… I know things now. Things that he knew that might be more important than anything I've ever done before." She thought of Avalon, of Cassandra, of things that might be irrelevant now that they were abducted by aliens, but might still be useful. Sebastian,s pragmatic side was telling her that now she knew how to lie. How to read people. Things she'd been laughably bad at, but now seemed integral.

"But… you're really sure about this alien thing?"

"As sure as I've ever been about anything in my life," Cedric assured her. "Also, if you won't let me take Sebastian...one more gift, then." And then he drew close to Aya and kissed her on the forehead, which began glowing a few moments after his lips met the 'skin'.

"This is a Ghost's Blessing," spoke Cedric to Aya, "with it, you'll be able to get a sixth sense as to the intentions of those around you, as well as forewarning of any changes in personality. It's the power I lacked when I was alive, and which I cannot use while dead."

"Now..." he spoke as his body began to scatter into motes of light once more, "I have to go..."

Aya watched as Cedric dessolved into stardust, just as Sebastian had.

"Goodbye," she whispered, as he finally disappeared. She waited a moment after he was gone, the finality sinking into her. Cedric Wessex was dead. His gift echoed through her spirit like a chime, so gentle compared to Sebastian's dominating will. Eventually she spurred herself back into action. She couldn't just stand around, stupefied if something so dangerous was happening. She turned to the nearest wall and floated through it, taking a guess. In a matter of moments, she emerged on the other side of a thick wall. When she turned, what she saw made her blood freeze. It was a giant ship of some sort, flying through space. Aya thought she was going to be sick. Cedric had been right. In the next moment she was back in her body with a gasp.

"We have a problem," she said, her voice echoing through the room.

Tl;Dr: Cedric's ghost finds Aya and tells her what's going on. He gives her the ability to read people and their intentions. The she pops back to the physical world to tell people about what she's learned as Cedric finally disappears for good.
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The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Ok sounds good. We should do this quick before I have too much alcohol in my system.