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i like to rp. that's really all there is to say.

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@Archmage MC ok so here's where i stand with light: yes, she's op, but honestly i trust you with that because auto-hits were a common occurrence and she did lose every fight she was in. so my issue isn't so much that i think you're gonna abuse light's power, but more… it's not as interesting to have her when we know her opponent is guaranteed a win. she's more of a shiny ornament than an actual contender, and we're constantly told she's super strong and powerful but we're shown someone who can never manage a victory. my advice would be to nerf her some more to make her powers more on par with the other metas in the rp. she'd be weaker, but you could remove the auto-hits and insta-losses, and actually make her a more powerful character. she'll still lose some fights, sure, but now there'd be the possibility to win some, too.

now, for the powers, i'm happy you started incorporating the fae thing and the weaknesses to iron and silver, but now instead of being a toon or being a fae she's kinda this odd mix in between. my suggestion is you pick one and stick with it.
i was going to have aya pulled to one side or the other by circumstance in the beginning like i did the last time, but if need be i can just put that as part of her backstory and say she's already wrapped up in either faction.
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 is less than impressive. 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 from 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: 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.
@c3p-0h Yeah, Aya's coming back, which means Sebastian get to meet his favorite t-, I mean, person again. Yeah, person.

uh oh
hey look a distraction



now how about we stop arguing and let the gm decide what is and isn't hax.
Carmo didn't have the energy to argue with him. Once they'd found the kit, they dealt with his shoulder as best they could and started the agonizing crawl down the stairs. Flight after flight, they descended, Carmo still gripping her bat loosely in her trembling hand. They finally made it to the bottom and she squinted in the darkness to try and make out anything. Then the lights came back on. When Carmo's stinging eyes at last were able to focus, her eyes fell on something perhaps more terrifying than the unnamed monster stalking the streets.

The front door was completely undamaged.
Carmo opened her mouth to reply, but instead something that was a mix between a sob and a gasp escaped her lips. Clamping a hand over her mouth, she breathed in, trying vainly to get back some control. Eventually she just shook her head. She hadn't even seen whatever it was, let alone get close enough for it to attack her.

With her free hand she searched around on the floor next to her until she found her bat. Carmo pushed herself up, using it to steady herself. Still shaking, she breathed in one last time.

"There's first aide stuff in the bathroom for your shoulder," she said in a quivering voice. "Pass me your phone. I need to take a picture of whatever it did to the front door." Actually, she needed to throw up. Or wake up. But she was trying very hard not to think about that.
Carmo knew about twenty words in Japanese, and through her adrenaline-fueled haze, she recognized that as one of them. The corner of her mouth quirked up into a tense smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Back at ya," she muttered. Then she returned her focus to the door and the sounds echoing behind it.

But then something shifted. The sounds changed and the scraping grew farther and farther away. Carmo didn't know how long she waited, poised and shaking after the sounds finally became nothing but a petrifying memory.

Eventually she let out the breath she'd been holding, body deflating. The aluminum bat fell to the floor in a clatter as Carmo collapsed in on herself. She was a little ball, shaking and drenched, sitting in the growing puddle that was no doubt ruining the old carpet.
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