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I'm going to try my hand at drawing my gf as a Pokemon trainer with her six favourite Pokemon for valentine's/our anniversary. Wish me luck!
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I'm going to try my hand at drawing my gf as a Pokemon trainer with her six favourite Pokemon for valentine's/our anniversary. Wish me luck!
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Got a drawing tablet, time to draw porn
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Seeing actual bushfire footage looks straight out of Hell... It moves so quickly and so powerfully, literally the trees just ignite. You firefighters are absolute legends, but please, don't die.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE FUTURE! LOVE, AUSTRALIA
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Today ain't Christmas, it's garbage day!
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T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D
You are the wind at my back and the sword at my side;
D E L T A 4 4
together, my love, we shall build a peaceful world.
F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M
Just you...
S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N
and me.
Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right?
I'm a roleplayer, same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:
Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!
As you can see, that particular tactic fucking failed. Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is Chrom x Robin (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: Awakening. Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?
Speaking of loonies, the Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.
"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?" "Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."
"So I heard."
"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know."
There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.
There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea. Goodbye Octopi.
There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever. Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.
There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms. Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see. Another with too many dimensions. Another with not enough. Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn to survive. Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion. And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution. An atlas of dead-ends.
Then again, there is one exception.
There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness. And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in. It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.
Despite the alarm being heard within the psychologist's office, the man ushered the debut hero to stay. They were in the middle of a checkup, both for Eliott's bracers as well as her mental health, as her split personality sounded like a problem to the higher-ups. Despite her claims that she is in full control of herself, the rest of New Horizon don't share that kind of mentality. She had experience dealing with and talking to psychologists before, however they often brought up bad memories... "You appear to be doing well, Eliott. Your cooperation is appreciated." A small button beneath his desk silenced the alarm. It could be heard in the distance, but apparently disabled the speaker within his room. She nodded to show her understanding. "Your bracers seem to be fine and well-calibrated. No adverse effects..." He pointed to a not he had scribbled a half-hour earlier. "But I would like to ask you a few questions before you go. Just some little things, bits about the Tower and whatnot. Please, be honest with me, I know you're not a bad person."
"That sounds OK." Responded the meek voice of Eliott. She still hadn't quite grown accustomed to his presence, as well as that of the other heroes, but was making progress. "Alright, how do you feel about living in The Tower? Do you feel safe? Do you get along with the other heroes?" There was a pause. Eliott liked to think over her answers carefully. "It's comfortable. I haven't made an impression with everyone, but there are some who I like, some who I don't. I-I want to get to know them..." "That's fine, that's fine." More scribbles. "And how goes the training? I hear you're almost finished?" Eliott nodded again. "Almost finished. I might get to go on the next mission, or so they say. I have a test to do, and that's apparently the end of it."
The psychologist raised an eyebrow. "Congratulations! You're pretty quick, huh? It took some heroes here much longer to reach where you are now." He cleared his throat and leaned in, catching Eliott's affirmative hum. She could already tell what he would ask next. From her experience, they tended to feed into a conversation, as opposed to ask random questions. "Then do you mind if I ask if that 'other you' has came out much?" Eliot shrugged. "Eliott, please. I need to know." Eyes looked down to towards the floor. She frowned. "A little." She sighed. He nodded and wrote some more., but didn't say anything, silently pressuring her to keep talking. She gave in. "I... I get a bit more excited at the practical things. But I'm quieter when I do the written things..." That much he already knew, but it seemed like Eliott wasn't willing to divulge anymore information. While it did worry him, he wasn't going to push her, and instead let out a relieved sigh. "OK. OK! That's good - this is good!" Reider's gaze returned to the man, confused. "We're about to run out of time, so let me ask you a couple more questions before you leave. Is that OK?"
Another couple minutes of questions came at her, and she did her best to answer them well-enough. Most had to do with the Tower, the heroes, and how she herself felt. Though none of them were particularly hard, she came out of the psychologist's room feeling tired, like she had just undergone exercise. She was beckoned to visit the park on the roof; some peace and quiet would be hard to find with all the other heroes around, and the sense of nature it provided was refreshing as always. But first, food. She made her way to her own room, and prepared a pair of sandwiches. It was a simple meal - lettuce, tomato, bacon, buns toasted. She made two in case anyone came to visit her while she was up there. Hallway, elevator, hallway, stairs; the roof was a long walk to get to. It wasn't visited by too many heroes, which is why she found it relaxing. She'd brought books with her, one about philosophy and another about fantasy. Her choice of books never really had a preference, just those that seemed interesting to her.
The park, as ever, was beautiful. Her favorite place by far was beside the pond under a tree. It was shady, and the grass was just soft enough to lay down on. The tree served as a nice backrest when it came to reading, and the serenity of it all often put her mind at peace. Even when people came to play volleyball, the sound was drowned out by the flowing of water, and the tree's thick trunk meant sound couldn't penetrate it. She could still mute sound if things were really bad, but then she wouldn't be able to hear the birds. True, they weren't really there and were just sounds produced by the dome, but it added to the relaxing vibe of the park nonetheless. As she found her place, her spot, she settled into it comfortably. The toasted sandwich was good, just as she had learnt, and reminded her that she needed to cook more often. The thought of cooking for other heroes crossed her mind. It sounded nice, since she hadn't been invited to anyone else's cooking yet, but there were some faces she was unsure of inviting. Perhaps a smaller crowd -- Epsilon -- would be ideal?
She lost herself to thought, absentmindedly chewing her toasted sandwich, even as the announcement that the other heroes had returned echoed throughout the park...
Gonna make a post soon, sorry to keep ya'll waiting ^-^ I know Claw has fell into a writing slump of sorts, and I can't say when he'll be able to respond, but mine will likely be tomorrow :D
W A R R O O M S O U T H E R N J E W E L K R O N - N E S I S
The Grand Marshal chuckled at Illyarion's perceptiveness. He was most certainly a sharp one. But he continued before he could answer, and Lenius listened careully. He understood his friend's worry - he himself was worried for the safety of not only the princess, but his own daughter. But alas, things were never so simple. "I suppose I've gone somewhat senile, what in my old age." Replied Lenius with a smile. "But I'm afraid this isn't a result of that particular problem. The king has ordered it so, and I won't disobey."
Before Illyarion could speak, the Grand Marshal spoke up; now it was his turn to talk over him. "That said, I have no intention of letting either of them die before me. Maryvale is a competent warrior, a knight of my own blood, and the princess is hardly a fool when it comes to the blade. They will be under my direct command, and I will therefor ensure their safety." He seemed to speak as though he were giving an order - a no-nonsense kind of approach. Despite is stern words, he softened slightly as his eyes turned back to Maryvale and the princess. "That said, I have no intention of allowing them onto the field without the appropriate level of caution. If you insist on taking them under your protection, then perhaps you and your Ravenguard could ensure their survival? My heart would be at-ease knowing that."
Maryvale was silent while her father spoke. She often kept quiet during times such as these; Lenius had instilled an obedience to authority within her. Azymn, on the other hand, liked to ask questions and make statements, given her own authority. She was glad to hear the Grand Marshal's confidence in her and her retainer, though Illyarion's skepticism made her frown. "Sir Myriavin, I can assure you, I am no typical princess. I know how to defend myself, and under your Ravenguard's protection, I see no reason we will not see the end of this campaign."
"She isn't Maryvale, but she's stronger than your common soldier, I can vouch for her." He gave the elven man a look of understanding, hinting that the two had trained before. Though, this would be news not only to Illyarion, but also to Maryvale. "That said, she will be a target both on the field and off, so you will need to keep an eye on her at all hours, should you accept." The Grand Marshal's attention then turned to Pox, who had yet to speak up. "If something were to happen, however, I've word our friend here is more than capable of handling her Highness' ailments. Terrible apologies for my lack of mannerisms, by the way: I am the Grand Marshal of Kron-Nesis. I'm hoping you live up to your reputation, Pox. While I don't doubt the skill of her company, you are almost certainly needed on this expedition. If not for the princess, then my daughter, Maryvale, will require your assistance time and again. Her magic is self-inflicting, so keep that in mind as you treat her."
He gave Pox room to speak his mind as well as anything else Illyarion wanted to say, before immediately following up with: "Before we get into anything else, let it be known why you're here. A warcamp is being amassed to the north, which is where you'll be headed. Head to the border town of Lyserene. That's where many of our army will be headed." Many knew Lyserene to share the border of Kron-Nesis and Eamonvale. Going beyond that town would lead to a direct act of trespassing, and could provoke a war. Unless... "I will explain more about the situation, strategy, and formations of our forces once all is accounted for. Until then, don't press me for questions I cannot answer." @Claw2k11@ShwiggityShwah Sorry it sucks ;-; Not been doing much writing lately. Trying to get things moving again, though! XD
Name: Eliott Reider / Seven Quote: "I have learned things in the dark that I could never have learned in the light, things that have saved my life over and over again, so that there is really only one logical conclusion. I need darkness as much as I need light." - Barbara Brown Taylor Alias: Decibel Age: 21 Gender: Female
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Abilities: Frequency - Eliott is able to manipulate vibrations in the air to mute all sound in a 10 meter radius of her. Any noise made within this radius will be simply non-existent, making those within deaf, and those outside the radius cannot hear anything made inside. The vibrations can be absorbed by Eliott and used to send a powerful shockwave, the intensity of which rivalling the vibrations she absorbed while muting her surroundings. Furthermore, she can steadily vibrate any physical object, and steadily increase the strength of her vibrations while contact is maintained. While she can manipulate air and water, it is not to a point where it will have a significant impact on another person., and in the case of air, only be enough to knock things off of shelves or create small winds. Her power can be used on living things, and is especially good at shattering bones, knocking people unconscious, or relieving eardrums of disorientation. Weaknesses: Physically Weak - Although Eliott is pretty well-trained, she isn't all that powerful. In terms of offence and defence she can't hold her own, unless she's running away or hiding. She desperately wants to learn some kind of self defence with her power, however isn't sure if it is even possible. Sound Barrier - Of course, anything which can manipulate wind or water, or has a body made of such, will counter Eliott pretty hard. Or anything which can keep their distance, really. Precautions: Suppressor Bracelets - Eliott's powers are suppressed while in The Tower, to prevent her from escaping. Due to her background and relatively recent induction, she isn't seen as trustworthy yet, so must wear the bracelets around The Tower. Equipment: Smoke Grenades - For when Eliott needs to make a quick escape or cause a distraction, these babies come in handy. They aren't special outside of a visual blockade, though she can manipulate the smoke a lot easier than plain air. Or at the very least it's more visible.
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History: Until ten years ago, Eliott Reider didn't actually exist. There were no records, no parents, and nobody that went by that name. However there was a girl who looked a lot like Eliott. Her name was Seven.
Like all people in this world, Seven was conceived and born the human way. Her mother adored her, her father loved her, yet neither love nor adoration can save you in a car crash. She was orphaned at two years old, being one of the unlucky babies not chosen for adoption. She stayed an orphan for two more years, till she was adopted by an elderly scientist, a man who would later call himself "Father John". A man who would erase the name she once knew, and give her the name she now knew best: Seven.
There were twenty-seven more children in the building with white walls, white coats, white doors, each only slightly older or slightly younger than Seven. She connected with three others: Eleven, Four, and Eighteen. Eleven and Four were boys, Eighteen being another girl. Despite how different each of them were, they shared a common denominator which made each of them identical in the eyes of Father John and his team: They were Gaps. Gaps being those that fit neither mutant superhuman nor regular human. They were rare children afflicted with a rare condition which resulted in a lack of genetic code for superpowers. In other words, for them there wasn't an "on" for mutant powers or an "off" for standard human written in their genetic code. There was a gap.
They were tested on because of this. Gifted the powers of extraordinary humans through genetic manipulation, the children were subject to tests. Tests, false promises of painlessness, and heartbreak. Many former friends died when exposed to their inherited power. Technology had not advanced far enough to save the unlucky or unfit. However, those that survived were much stronger than their former selves. They could do things no normal human could. They became incredibly powerful.
For six years they withstood the tests. Numbers were counted down, till those that remained could be counted on your fingers. Seven, Eleven, Four, Eighteen, Thirteen, Twenty-Two, Twenty, Nine, Twelve. Eventually, Seven broke out. Along with her friends, they ran and ran and never looked back, using their powers to escape. They hid in LA, survived in LA, became people again in LA. They went to school, got adopted by good folk, and lived their lives like normal people. But they weren't normal. The guilt of leaving those behind, forgotten, ate away at them.
Four years ago, Ark was created. Ark, a terrorist organization whose sole purpose was to expose the corruption of the members' past. Their riddles took the hero scene by storm, and caused trouble as a series of copycat villains broke out in inspiration. As vigilantes, it was hard trying to deliver justice with the heroes labeling you terrorists. That said, they weren't far from the truth, either... Ark was attacked, arrested, and one of its members killed. Those who came under arrest were separated, never to see one-another again. Eliott could be considered a lucky one. Her power, much too difficult to control outside of The Tower, was given two options: Attend New Horizon Academy, or be destroyed. Personality: Eliott herself is rather shy and withdrawn. She doesn't like speaking up or making her presence known, instead being a silent observer to the world. That is, unless a book has caught her interest. She reads books religiously, always trying to expand her knowledge or otherwise read something fun. She enjoys the activity very much and usually visits The Tower's library between missions to read. She does have a bit of a nerd side too, and prefers spending time alone playing games than social interactions, though isn't completely against nor afraid of them.
When operating as Decibel, Eliott's personality does a complete 180. She goes from the shy academic bookworm to the insane acrobatic joker. Decibel is completely carefree when it comes to showing off, which she does quite a bit, trying to do good on her phantom vigilante image. In fact, she cares rather deeply about her image and how she is seen by the public, in an effort to make sure her motives can be identified and not mislabeled as a villain. Decibel is cocky and thinks very highly of herself, however is also incredibly cautious.
Ka'van Soeray Despite being from a faraway planet, Eliott feels as though Ka'van is a lot like herself: calm and quiet. While they differ physically, their shared personality traits could lead to some kind of friendship. Either that, or they are both too quiet to even talk to one-another... She doesn't seem particularly fazed by the fact he's an alien, though.
Miles Miller Miles is another quiet one, and Eliott is unsure of if they will get along. Her meek nature makes her reluctant to approach him directly, especially considering his own isolationism. The difference in age, in spite of appearance, is jarring to Eliott, though from what little they have spoken, it was well-mannered and formal.
Silas Myers Eliott is in a strange state when it comes to Silas. She seemingly wants to ask him something, but at the same time isn't willing to go forward with it. Every push to say something results in her trying to run away. In the times she has approached, she seems invested in conversation, but unable to really keep them going well.
Ricardo Fenix The Dawn himself, Ricardo's outgoing nature is something to be admired, even by Eliott. She seems to enjoy his presence, oddly enough, and though she won't talk often, when she does, it's often praise. She has wondered if he'd be willing to train her, though has yet to ask.
Alice Jefferson Unlike Ricardo, Eliott doesn't seem to particularly like Alice. She gives her glares when she isn't looking, and sometimes when she is. What little conversation they've had, Eliott has remained largely silent and doesn't like to go into detail about herself. New Horizon has noted this lack of communication and found her more suitable within Epsilon.
Sydney Lorraine Eliott and Sydney haven't really had a chance to communicate, though that may be because Eliott suspects her being a primary reason Ark had so much trouble, and possibly the reason for their arrest. Another reason New Horizon assigned her to Epsilon.
Jane Martin While Eliott is friendly and kind towards Jane, she has noted how hard it would be for her to fight her. While an excellent safety measure if Eliott ever went rogue, they seem to get along well, so it's hard to say what either would do if they were to confront one-another.
Leolin "Leo" Cwm Annwn The alien Leonlin has apparently caught the interest of Eliott's alter-ego. She wishes to train with him and test her acrobatics against his wild speed. Eliott imagines them getting along well, and would love the opportunity to train with him.
Valora Beaumont The shapeshifter Valora is someone Eliott feels would've made a great beginning member to Ark, if only her tale went differently. Even if it hadn't, the former terrorist feels Valora would have made a great addition. One of the few who Eliott will actively seek out and talk to, check up on, and try to befriend.
Joseiah Kimbell Joseiah's company seems to evoke a strongly positive response from Eliott. Staff have noted her general increase in joy whenever Joseiah is around, particularly when it comes to ice puns. Whenever they are separated, however, she becomes withdrawn and quite upset. New Horizon believes it has something to do with her past.
Name: Eliott Reider / Seven Quote: "I have learned things in the dark that I could never have learned in the light, things that have saved my life over and over again, so that there is really only one logical conclusion. I need darkness as much as I need light." - Barbara Brown Taylor Alias: Decibel Age: 21 Gender: Female
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Abilities: Frequency - Eliott is able to manipulate vibrations in the air to mute all sound in a 10 meter radius of her. Any noise made within this radius will be simply non-existent, making those within deaf, and those outside the radius cannot hear anything made inside. The vibrations can be absorbed by Eliott and used to send a powerful shockwave, the intensity of which rivalling the vibrations she absorbed while muting her surroundings. Furthermore, she can steadily vibrate any physical object, and steadily increase the strength of her vibrations while contact is maintained. While she can manipulate air and water, it is not to a point where it will have a significant impact on another person., and in the case of air, only be enough to knock things off of shelves or create small winds. Her power can be used on living things, and is especially good at shattering bones, knocking people unconscious, or relieving eardrums of disorientation. Weaknesses: Physically Weak - Although Eliott is pretty well-trained, she isn't all that powerful. In terms of offence and defence she can't hold her own, unless she's running away or hiding. She desperately wants to learn some kind of self defence with her power, however isn't sure if it is even possible. Sound Barrier - Of course, anything which can manipulate wind or water, or has a body made of such, will counter Eliott pretty hard. Or anything which can keep their distance, really. Precautions: Suppressor Bracelets - Eliott's powers are suppressed while in The Tower, to prevent her from escaping. Due to her background and relatively recent induction, she isn't seen as trustworthy yet, so must wear the bracelets around The Tower. Equipment: Smoke Grenades - For when Eliott needs to make a quick escape or cause a distraction, these babies come in handy. They aren't special outside of a visual blockade, though she can manipulate the smoke a lot easier than plain air. Or at the very least it's more visible.
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History: Until ten years ago, Eliott Reider didn't actually exist. There were no records, no parents, and nobody that went by that name. However there was a girl who looked a lot like Eliott. Her name was Seven.
Like all people in this world, Seven was conceived and born the human way. Her mother adored her, her father loved her, yet neither love nor adoration can save you in a car crash. She was orphaned at two years old, being one of the unlucky babies not chosen for adoption. She stayed an orphan for two more years, till she was adopted by an elderly scientist, a man who would later call himself "Father John". A man who would erase the name she once knew, and give her the name she now knew best: Seven.
There were twenty-seven more children in the building with white walls, white coats, white doors, each only slightly older or slightly younger than Seven. She connected with three others: Eleven, Four, and Eighteen. Eleven and Four were boys, Eighteen being another girl. Despite how different each of them were, they shared a common denominator which made each of them identical in the eyes of Father John and his team: They were Gaps. Gaps being those that fit neither mutant superhuman nor regular human. They were rare children afflicted with a rare condition which resulted in a lack of genetic code for superpowers. In other words, for them there wasn't an "on" for mutant powers or an "off" for standard human written in their genetic code. There was a gap.
They were tested on because of this. Gifted the powers of extraordinary humans through genetic manipulation, the children were subject to tests. Tests, false promises of painlessness, and heartbreak. Many former friends died when exposed to their inherited power. Technology had not advanced far enough to save the unlucky or unfit. However, those that survived were much stronger than their former selves. They could do things no normal human could. They became incredibly powerful.
For six years they withstood the tests. Numbers were counted down, till those that remained could be counted on your fingers. Seven, Eleven, Four, Eighteen, Thirteen, Twenty-Two, Twenty, Nine, Twelve. Eventually, Seven broke out. Along with her friends, they ran and ran and never looked back, using their powers to escape. They hid in LA, survived in LA, became people again in LA. They went to school, got adopted by good folk, and lived their lives like normal people. But they weren't normal. The guilt of leaving those behind, forgotten, ate away at them.
Four years ago, Ark was created. Ark, a terrorist organization whose sole purpose was to expose the corruption of the members' past. Their riddles took the hero scene by storm, and caused trouble as a series of copycat villains broke out in inspiration. As vigilantes, it was hard trying to deliver justice with the heroes labeling you terrorists. That said, they weren't far from the truth, either... Ark was attacked, arrested, and one of its members killed. Those who came under arrest were separated, never to see one-another again. Eliott could be considered a lucky one. Her power, much too difficult to control outside of The Tower, was given two options: Attend New Horizon Academy, or be destroyed. Personality: Eliott herself is rather shy and withdrawn. She doesn't like speaking up or making her presence known, instead being a silent observer to the world. That is, unless a book has caught her interest. She reads books religiously, always trying to expand her knowledge or otherwise read something fun. She enjoys the activity very much and usually visits the university library between classes to read. She does have a bit of a nerd side too, and prefers spending time alone playing games than social interactions, though isn't completely against nor afraid of them.
When operating as Decibel, Eliott's personality does a complete 180. She goes from the shy academic bookworm to the insane acrobatic joker. Blackout is completely carefree when it comes to showing off, which she does quite a bit, trying to do good on her phantom vigilante image. In fact, she cares rather deeply about her image and how she is seen by the public, in an effort to make sure her motives can be identified and not mislabeled as a villain. Blackout is cocky and thinks very highly of herself, however is also incredibly cautious.
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[row][cell][indent][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] D E L T A 4 4 [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]together, my love,[/color] we shall build a peaceful world.[/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]Just you...[/color][/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub]and me.[/sub][/cell][/row][/table]
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[row][cell][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/d2/61/46d261b662f76cd8d0e365d016d051d3--nerdy-things-fire-emblem-awakening-couples.jpg[/img][/cell][cell][right][sub]Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right?
[color=purple]I'm a roleplayer,[/color] same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:
Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!
As you can see, [color=purple][i]that particular tactic fucking failed.[/i][/color]
Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is [color=darkblue]Chrom[/color] [color=pink]x[/color] [color=purple]Robin[/color] (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: [color=darkblue]Awakening.[/color] Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?
Speaking of loonies, the [url=https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeAWfrBMa2pytnTYnxAtiphQGJU3ojDD7]Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project[/url] has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.
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[right][color=darkblue][sub]"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?"[/sub][/color]
[color=purple][sub]"Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."[/sub][/color][/right][hr][table]
[row][cell][color=darkblue][sub]"So I heard."
[/sub][/color][/cell][cell][center][img]https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DkvxGnlWwAEShes.jpg[/img][/center][/cell][cell][right][sub][color=purple]"There are better places
to take a nap than
on the ground, you know."
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There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.
There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea.
Goodbye Octopi.
There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever.
Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.
There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms.
Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see.
Another with too many dimensions.
Another with not enough.
Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn
to survive.
Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion.
And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution.
An atlas of dead-ends.
Then again, there is one exception.
There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness.
And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in.
It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.
~Exurb1a[/hider]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><img src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/fr/1/1b/Fire_Emblem_Awakening_Logo.png" /><br><br><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3"><font color="#ffb347">◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈</font></div></div><br><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D </span></font></sub></div></div></th><th class="bb-th"><sub><font color="darkblue">You are the wind at my back</font> and the sword at my side;</sub></th></tr></thead><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> D E L T A 4 4 				 	 </span></font></sub></div></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub><font color="darkblue">together, my love,</font> we shall build a peaceful world.</sub></td></tr><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M </span></font></sub></div></div></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub><font color="darkblue">Just you...</font></sub></td></tr><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N	 </span></font></sub></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub>and me.</sub></td></tr></table></div><br><br><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><img src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/d2/61/46d261b662f76cd8d0e365d016d051d3--nerdy-things-fire-emblem-awakening-couples.jpg" /></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-right"><sub>Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right? <br><br><font color="purple">I'm a roleplayer,</font> same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:<br><br>Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!<br><br>As you can see, <font color="purple"><span class="bb-i">that particular tactic fucking failed.</span></font><br>Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is <font color="darkblue">Chrom</font> <font color="pink">x</font> <font color="purple">Robin</font> (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: <font color="darkblue">Awakening.</font> Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?<br><br>Speaking of loonies, the <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeAWfrBMa2pytnTYnxAtiphQGJU3ojDD7">Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project</a> has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.<br>	<br><br>	<br>	</sub></div></th></tr></thead></table></div><br><img src="https://alynerd.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/tumblr_nvrmdwbdkf1ruyji8o1_1280.jpg?w=840" /><br><br><div class="bb-right"><font color="darkblue"><sub>"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?"</sub></font><br><font color="purple"><sub>"Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."</sub></font></div><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><font color="darkblue"><sub>"So I heard."<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	</sub></font></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DkvxGnlWwAEShes.jpg" /></div></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-right"><sub><font color="purple">"There are better places<br>to take a nap than <br>on the ground, you know."<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	</font></sub></div></th></tr></thead></table></div><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="A Hymn For Goldilocks">A Hymn For Goldilocks [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://static.tumblr.com/b572f57912d8b5345269f9dc72e04359/yveunmd/zEwn8f4ke/tumblr_static_4fc6jqggm90kg048ok0kkw0ww_640_v2.jpg" /></div><br><br>There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.<br><br>There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea. <br>Goodbye Octopi.<br><br>There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. <br><br>And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever.<br>Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.<br><br>There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms.<br>Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see. <br>Another with too many dimensions.<br>Another with not enough.<br>Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn<br>to survive.<br>Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion.<br>And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution.<br>An atlas of dead-ends.<br><br>Then again, there is one exception.<br><br>There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness.<br>And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in. <br>It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.<br><br>~Exurb1a</div></div></div>
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