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I've edited it. I'd prefer to update her relationships after she's interracted with someone, if that's cool, so maybe she socialized more with background characters until now.
She's a full student then I guess.
What's the difference between them?
Basic Information
Name: Aileen O'Reilly
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Luminosity
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height: 186 cm
Weight: 60 kg
Status: Full Student
Appearance
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Blue
Ethnicity: Caucasian - Irish
Physical Appearance:Aileen’s body has mutated from what was once human to something that gradually became more and more plant-like. Despite her plant body, she’s got several human body features left, making her a combination of both instead of having the one being dominant. Her skin is a dark green shade and her hair consists of red petals in a long falling hairstyle. The skin has got a leafy feel to it when touched, but it could pass as body paint if someone were simply using their eyes. She’s a beauty of nature now, but during puberty when she underwent the majority of this transformation she didn’t dare look herself in the mirror. Aileen’s figure has got an attractive hourglass shape. She isn’t used to receiving compliments on her looks though, and she doesn’t like it much either. She is somewhat athletic and tall.
Her eyes are cold and blue, often with a look that seems like it would be able to stare holes through people. Her lips are full and a darker red than her hair. She wishes she could get tattoos, use makeup or do more with her hair, but her plant body doesn’t allow her to do any of it. She makes up for it by having a number of piercings. She’s got two in her nose (one across her nose bridge and one in her septum), one in her lower lip and three smaller ones in her left eyebrow. It’s almost impossible to tell Aileen’s country of origin based on her looks. It’s clear she isn’t Asian, but anything else could be plausibility. Her voice gives it away though, as her dialect is typically Irish.
Attire: Aileen happily wears any colours that aren’t green or red. She likes white the most, and often wears a white skirt with a black top, or simply a white dress. They’re long, reaching past her knees or longer. Sometimes she’ll wear more average, gender-neutral clothes like a pair of pants and a shirt. Her clothes are feminine, but never too
revealing or too tight as she doesn’t want to be thought of as easy or worse. She wears suits during formal occasions. Since her transformation she stopped using shoes in most situations, as her feet are rather hardy and warm without them anyway. Her clothes are from expensive and well-known brand names. She’s got a leather purse and a black cane with a golden top. Aileen doesn’t wear any other jewellery than her piercings which are made out of silver.
Personality Outward & Innate Personality: Aileen is energetic, wild and one of those who always seem to be up to no good. She made it into a game with her old roommate to break the rules and get away with it. It got out of hand and they were separated based on suspicions. Concrete evidence of her mischief can be difficult to get. It helps to have minions to clean up after you. She has problems with authority figures, especially when they start bothering her for something she did or did
not do. She isn’t necessarily evil though, but more someone who thinks too highly of herself and how she is above following silly rules. She’d stick by her friends and not harm someone unless given a good reason too. That said, she would bring down the fury of the heavens on anyone who did give her a good reason.
On the inside, she’s uncertain of herself, especially when it comes to her powers and her appearance. She’s not the most confident and hasn’t ever been, but she hides it behind a cocky attitude, worrying that people may find out how weak she actually feels. She would like to find someone to relate too and share something special with, but kind of keeps giving up on people too early to develop a deeper relationship. She used to be on medication for anxiety and depression, but she’s stopped even if perhaps she shouldn’t have. The sun and the moon does seem to have some effect on her mood.
Hobbies/Interests: Aileen loves being outside, especially when it’s sunny. She’s also fond of creating things. She’s a new member of both the outdoors club and the music club, as it allows her to do these two interests of hers. Other interests of hers are pranks, irish culture, animals, plants, theatre, tanning, drawing and so on. She likes most creative hobbies.
Skills/Talents: She's creative, and talented when it comes to sculpting in particular. She has got green fingers. Aileen can play a number of instruments, but she's better at singing, even if her main instrument is the saxophone. She was taught by her father how to fish and survive in the wild.
Prized Possessions: Yuyu, one of her oldest minions.
Quote: "They'll never catch me. Suspicions are all they have."
Family:
Thomas O'Reilly/ Father / Alive. Lives in Dublin, Ireland.
Hannah O'Reilly/ Mother / Alive. Lives in Dublin, Ireland.
Abigail O'Reilly/ Sister / Alive. Lives in Lousiana, US.
Claire O'Reilly/ Aunt / Alive. Lives in New Orleans, US.
Relationships
Will update as she meets other characters.
Abilities
Power Class:
Cosmic 6
Plant 5
Power: -Botanist:
Aileen's main power allows her to create sentient plants out of sunlight. She can store the sunlight within her own body to create her plants when she needs them. A few of these plants can have special characteristics, like for example shooting seeds or exploding. The special and stronger plants requires a larger amount of sunlight during their creation.
She's got a few different fields that she uses these sentient plants for. The soldiers are generally fast to create, decent in battle, but dumb and disobedient. The minions helps her with simple tasks, does what they're told and are similar to pets in their behaviour, but they won't fight, nor does she really want them too. The specials include the strongest and brightest ones who are unique from each plant to the other with different abilites, personalities and purposes.
The soldiers can aid in fights if they understand who their targets are. Sometimes they get confused about what is an enemy and what is an ally. They do not get much taller than 1 m. They use their hands, feet and their vines to attack. They can be made of any plant material. Aileen creates her plants by focusing solar energy into some kind of grass, plant, flower or bush. They are green, and look like imps, but with blue flowers as heads.
The minions are the same size as the soldiers and created in a similar fashion, but they're not as strong. They aid Aileen with simple every day tasks, like cleaning, taking out the trash, carrying her books and so on. They're similar to well trained pets who likes their owner, when it comes to personality. They are rather cute, as that what Aileen wants them to be, with a lot of colourful flowers on them and chubby bodies.
The specials are unique. They come in sizes from smaller than the two other types to larger than a human. They vary in colour and shapes, even if most of their bodies are green. They can be large plants with numerous vines, meat eating flowers, or small ones that spread certain smells. The smells can attract or scare people away when they smell bad. They are more capable, clever and stronger than the other two. None of them act or look alike unless Aileen created them to be alike. They're mainly made of a large amount of stored solar energy, but in a similar way to the other two. It takes more time to make them too.
-Plant body: It's mainly something that relates to her appearance, doesn't have any benefits over being human, but lets her absorb the solar energy better.
-Solar Manipulation: Aileen can use the solar energy in more ways than to create sentient plants. She can release solar energy in concentrated forms, like beams, to use in offensive ways. The sunlight she stores can also blind people temporarily if she unleashes the luminosity of it, supercharge solar powered objects and keep her warm when it's freezing cold where she is.
-Solar Empowerment: Aileen becomes stronger when the sun is shining. She feels and thinks better. Her reactions becomes faster and she can use her powers for longer, more advanced tasks. On those days she doesn't need to eat or drink as much, as she draws sustance from the sun.
Future/Not yet discovered.
-Pure Solar Manipulation:
Aileen could potentially learn to manipulate the sun's healing and purifying energies. She could heal herself with it, and others, but mostly plant life. It's purifying energy would repel darkness and be effective against those powers who may be drawing energy from it.
-Solar Constructs:
Another hidden ability that Aileen doesn't know about herself, but that she may be able to unlock is that she could turn solar energy into barriers, objects and golems.
Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks: Aileen is particularly weak against fire, as her body is more plant than human. She believes her powers are mainly focused on nature and plants, which isn't the case. It blocks her from achieving her true potential, unless she realizes that her power has more to do with the sun than nature. She doesn't do well against cold or heat either, but she's at least able to defend herself slightly better against those than against fire. She needs to drink more water than other humans and most metas. Her powers are all reliant on the sun and her ability to store sunlight within her own body. The longer she goes without sunlight the weaker her powers becomes until she's almost unable to use them. She has to keep this in mind and sometimes use the stored sunlight sparingly. However, on a sunny day, she would be able to draw energy straight from the sun. Her body may help her pick up the energy from the sun easier, but it also makes her weaker to her own power. It happens that her powers flares out of control, especially if she were to store sunlight past her limit. Aileen is weak towards the moon too, as it is a kind of opposite to her own real power, which may manifest itself in how her sunlight drains faster during the nights when the moon is in the sky and how she may become sick if staying in moonlight for too long.
Other: The Academy
Name: Aileen O'Reilly
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Luminosity
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height: 186 cm
Weight: 60 kg
Status: Full Student
Appearance
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Blue
Ethnicity: Caucasian - Irish
Physical Appearance:Aileen’s body has mutated from what was once human to something that gradually became more and more plant-like. Despite her plant body, she’s got several human body features left, making her a combination of both instead of having the one being dominant. Her skin is a dark green shade and her hair consists of red petals in a long falling hairstyle. The skin has got a leafy feel to it when touched, but it could pass as body paint if someone were simply using their eyes. She’s a beauty of nature now, but during puberty when she underwent the majority of this transformation she didn’t dare look herself in the mirror. Aileen’s figure has got an attractive hourglass shape. She isn’t used to receiving compliments on her looks though, and she doesn’t like it much either. She is somewhat athletic and tall.
Her eyes are cold and blue, often with a look that seems like it would be able to stare holes through people. Her lips are full and a darker red than her hair. She wishes she could get tattoos, use makeup or do more with her hair, but her plant body doesn’t allow her to do any of it. She makes up for it by having a number of piercings. She’s got two in her nose (one across her nose bridge and one in her septum), one in her lower lip and three smaller ones in her left eyebrow. It’s almost impossible to tell Aileen’s country of origin based on her looks. It’s clear she isn’t Asian, but anything else could be plausibility. Her voice gives it away though, as her dialect is typically Irish.
Attire: Aileen happily wears any colours that aren’t green or red. She likes white the most, and often wears a white skirt with a black top, or simply a white dress. They’re long, reaching past her knees or longer. Sometimes she’ll wear more average, gender-neutral clothes like a pair of pants and a shirt. Her clothes are feminine, but never too
revealing or too tight as she doesn’t want to be thought of as easy or worse. She wears suits during formal occasions. Since her transformation she stopped using shoes in most situations, as her feet are rather hardy and warm without them anyway. Her clothes are from expensive and well-known brand names. She’s got a leather purse and a black cane with a golden top. Aileen doesn’t wear any other jewellery than her piercings which are made out of silver.
Personality Outward & Innate Personality: Aileen is energetic, wild and one of those who always seem to be up to no good. She made it into a game with her old roommate to break the rules and get away with it. It got out of hand and they were separated based on suspicions. Concrete evidence of her mischief can be difficult to get. It helps to have minions to clean up after you. She has problems with authority figures, especially when they start bothering her for something she did or did
not do. She isn’t necessarily evil though, but more someone who thinks too highly of herself and how she is above following silly rules. She’d stick by her friends and not harm someone unless given a good reason too. That said, she would bring down the fury of the heavens on anyone who did give her a good reason.
On the inside, she’s uncertain of herself, especially when it comes to her powers and her appearance. She’s not the most confident and hasn’t ever been, but she hides it behind a cocky attitude, worrying that people may find out how weak she actually feels. She would like to find someone to relate too and share something special with, but kind of keeps giving up on people too early to develop a deeper relationship. She used to be on medication for anxiety and depression, but she’s stopped even if perhaps she shouldn’t have. The sun and the moon does seem to have some effect on her mood.
Hobbies/Interests: Aileen loves being outside, especially when it’s sunny. She’s also fond of creating things. She’s a new member of both the outdoors club and the music club, as it allows her to do these two interests of hers. Other interests of hers are pranks, irish culture, animals, plants, theatre, tanning, drawing and so on. She likes most creative hobbies.
Skills/Talents: She's creative, and talented when it comes to sculpting in particular. She has got green fingers. Aileen can play a number of instruments, but she's better at singing, even if her main instrument is the saxophone. She was taught by her father how to fish and survive in the wild.
Prized Possessions: Yuyu, one of her oldest minions.
Quote: "They'll never catch me. Suspicions are all they have."
Family:
Thomas O'Reilly/ Father / Alive. Lives in Dublin, Ireland.
Hannah O'Reilly/ Mother / Alive. Lives in Dublin, Ireland.
Abigail O'Reilly/ Sister / Alive. Lives in Lousiana, US.
Claire O'Reilly/ Aunt / Alive. Lives in New Orleans, US.
Relationships
Will update as she meets other characters.
Abilities
Power Class:
Cosmic 6
Plant 5
Power: -Botanist:
Aileen's main power allows her to create sentient plants out of sunlight. She can store the sunlight within her own body to create her plants when she needs them. A few of these plants can have special characteristics, like for example shooting seeds or exploding. The special and stronger plants requires a larger amount of sunlight during their creation.
She's got a few different fields that she uses these sentient plants for. The soldiers are generally fast to create, decent in battle, but dumb and disobedient. The minions helps her with simple tasks, does what they're told and are similar to pets in their behaviour, but they won't fight, nor does she really want them too. The specials include the strongest and brightest ones who are unique from each plant to the other with different abilites, personalities and purposes.
The soldiers can aid in fights if they understand who their targets are. Sometimes they get confused about what is an enemy and what is an ally. They do not get much taller than 1 m. They use their hands, feet and their vines to attack. They can be made of any plant material. Aileen creates her plants by focusing solar energy into some kind of grass, plant, flower or bush. They are green, and look like imps, but with blue flowers as heads.
The minions are the same size as the soldiers and created in a similar fashion, but they're not as strong. They aid Aileen with simple every day tasks, like cleaning, taking out the trash, carrying her books and so on. They're similar to well trained pets who likes their owner, when it comes to personality. They are rather cute, as that what Aileen wants them to be, with a lot of colourful flowers on them and chubby bodies.
The specials are unique. They come in sizes from smaller than the two other types to larger than a human. They vary in colour and shapes, even if most of their bodies are green. They can be large plants with numerous vines, meat eating flowers, or small ones that spread certain smells. The smells can attract or scare people away when they smell bad. They are more capable, clever and stronger than the other two. None of them act or look alike unless Aileen created them to be alike. They're mainly made of a large amount of stored solar energy, but in a similar way to the other two. It takes more time to make them too.
-Plant body: It's mainly something that relates to her appearance, doesn't have any benefits over being human, but lets her absorb the solar energy better.
-Solar Manipulation: Aileen can use the solar energy in more ways than to create sentient plants. She can release solar energy in concentrated forms, like beams, to use in offensive ways. The sunlight she stores can also blind people temporarily if she unleashes the luminosity of it, supercharge solar powered objects and keep her warm when it's freezing cold where she is.
-Solar Empowerment: Aileen becomes stronger when the sun is shining. She feels and thinks better. Her reactions becomes faster and she can use her powers for longer, more advanced tasks. On those days she doesn't need to eat or drink as much, as she draws sustance from the sun.
Future/Not yet discovered.
-Pure Solar Manipulation:
Aileen could potentially learn to manipulate the sun's healing and purifying energies. She could heal herself with it, and others, but mostly plant life. It's purifying energy would repel darkness and be effective against those powers who may be drawing energy from it.
-Solar Constructs:
Another hidden ability that Aileen doesn't know about herself, but that she may be able to unlock is that she could turn solar energy into barriers, objects and golems.
Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks: Aileen is particularly weak against fire, as her body is more plant than human. She believes her powers are mainly focused on nature and plants, which isn't the case. It blocks her from achieving her true potential, unless she realizes that her power has more to do with the sun than nature. She doesn't do well against cold or heat either, but she's at least able to defend herself slightly better against those than against fire. She needs to drink more water than other humans and most metas. Her powers are all reliant on the sun and her ability to store sunlight within her own body. The longer she goes without sunlight the weaker her powers becomes until she's almost unable to use them. She has to keep this in mind and sometimes use the stored sunlight sparingly. However, on a sunny day, she would be able to draw energy straight from the sun. Her body may help her pick up the energy from the sun easier, but it also makes her weaker to her own power. It happens that her powers flares out of control, especially if she were to store sunlight past her limit. Aileen is weak towards the moon too, as it is a kind of opposite to her own real power, which may manifest itself in how her sunlight drains faster during the nights when the moon is in the sky and how she may become sick if staying in moonlight for too long.
Other: The Academy
Abigail "Rabbit" O'Reilly
When Emilio left and didn’t respond to what she’d said, Rabbit pulled her pad out and tried to write down a note for a sober time, about how the man may hold a grudge against her. It was problematic to type while drunk, but she managed to get the important parts down. She saved it and put the pad away. At least he was one of those she’d made a plan for early on, so it wasn’t like she’d need to do any of the extra work.
“Large water, please.” She said, after looking at her empty glass. The bartender gave her the order, and she drank it as fast as she’d drunk the whiskey. She’d desperately need a toilet pretty soon she figured, but stayed in her seat, playing with the glass.
She heard Emilio call out to her and Nick, since apparently she couldn’t get one night off to drink. She needed to be constantly alert. Rabbit turned to see a table get thrown in her direction, but didn’t flinch or duck out of the way before Emilio caught it.
“Oh real nice. Now we’re throwing tables?” She shook her head, and squinted to get a clear view of whomever it was that had thrown it in her direction. It was that large dumbass skull. Fucking scots, man. Well, at least they knew how to make good music.
Rabbit dropped her whiskey glass on the floor, then stomped it into pieces which she teleported into the larger water glass. She threw the larger glass towards a wall, but before it smashed into pieces as well she teleported it on a collision course with the Skull’s face, rotating it so that shards inside would fly into his eyes.
She fell backwards off her own chair, but disappeared before she hit the floor, reappearing in a standing position some distance behind the Skull. It was intentional, as she would be able to hint to Emilio and Whisper without him noticing.
Rabbit made a motion towards the window of Club 76, with her hand she created a teleportation warp for a short moment, trying to tell them that she could throw him outside. It wouldn’t even need to damage the window.
“You know, spare us the repair bill.”
Umi “The Ghouls” Ichikawa
She made it into East Rail, no problem, as most would avoid anyone walking around at night clearly looking to start trouble. Umi wasn’t the one they avoided. It was the two replicas walking side by side in the middle of the street, acting too confident for any normal lowlife. She’d replaced them a number of times to conserve energy, and once she had crossed from the western to the eastern she’d spawned two instead of one.
The Ghouls, as some called her under the misgiving that they were several, had kept eyes on the druggies and the drug trade for as long as anyone could remember. They robbed drug dealers, and that was what she had come today tonight too. She knew most of the players, where they sold and in some cases even to whom they sold it too.
The replicas pulled their hoods up over their faces when they got closer to some people selling on a street corner. Umi only saw three people slinging, so she felt no need to create more replicas unless the first couple failed. She remained on the other side of the street, while the replicas walked up to the drug dealers. It escalated as planned, with one of her clones pointing the shotgun in the face of the main guy, and the other pointing her shotgun at the group in general in case of sudden movements. Umi was the backup. The only backup anyone would need against humans without powers.
She knew what her clones said, and heard the responses. It didn’t take long before she’d gotten the drugs, the money and whatever else the three men had on them. Unfortunately, it didn’t go exactly as planned as one of them pulled a gun and shot one of the replicas. She felt it, suspected it was fatal and destroyed that one.
The second replica fired at the man without hesitation. He went down, but the other two did nothing. They seemed more shocked at the disappearance of someone right in front of them. Umi hadn’t meant to kill the man, but if no one would help him he might bleed out anyway. She sent a new replica over to them to gather up what the destroyed one had dropped. Soon, they walked out of there without any arguments.
When Emilio left and didn’t respond to what she’d said, Rabbit pulled her pad out and tried to write down a note for a sober time, about how the man may hold a grudge against her. It was problematic to type while drunk, but she managed to get the important parts down. She saved it and put the pad away. At least he was one of those she’d made a plan for early on, so it wasn’t like she’d need to do any of the extra work.
“Large water, please.” She said, after looking at her empty glass. The bartender gave her the order, and she drank it as fast as she’d drunk the whiskey. She’d desperately need a toilet pretty soon she figured, but stayed in her seat, playing with the glass.
She heard Emilio call out to her and Nick, since apparently she couldn’t get one night off to drink. She needed to be constantly alert. Rabbit turned to see a table get thrown in her direction, but didn’t flinch or duck out of the way before Emilio caught it.
“Oh real nice. Now we’re throwing tables?” She shook her head, and squinted to get a clear view of whomever it was that had thrown it in her direction. It was that large dumbass skull. Fucking scots, man. Well, at least they knew how to make good music.
Rabbit dropped her whiskey glass on the floor, then stomped it into pieces which she teleported into the larger water glass. She threw the larger glass towards a wall, but before it smashed into pieces as well she teleported it on a collision course with the Skull’s face, rotating it so that shards inside would fly into his eyes.
She fell backwards off her own chair, but disappeared before she hit the floor, reappearing in a standing position some distance behind the Skull. It was intentional, as she would be able to hint to Emilio and Whisper without him noticing.
Rabbit made a motion towards the window of Club 76, with her hand she created a teleportation warp for a short moment, trying to tell them that she could throw him outside. It wouldn’t even need to damage the window.
“You know, spare us the repair bill.”
Umi “The Ghouls” Ichikawa
She made it into East Rail, no problem, as most would avoid anyone walking around at night clearly looking to start trouble. Umi wasn’t the one they avoided. It was the two replicas walking side by side in the middle of the street, acting too confident for any normal lowlife. She’d replaced them a number of times to conserve energy, and once she had crossed from the western to the eastern she’d spawned two instead of one.
The Ghouls, as some called her under the misgiving that they were several, had kept eyes on the druggies and the drug trade for as long as anyone could remember. They robbed drug dealers, and that was what she had come today tonight too. She knew most of the players, where they sold and in some cases even to whom they sold it too.
The replicas pulled their hoods up over their faces when they got closer to some people selling on a street corner. Umi only saw three people slinging, so she felt no need to create more replicas unless the first couple failed. She remained on the other side of the street, while the replicas walked up to the drug dealers. It escalated as planned, with one of her clones pointing the shotgun in the face of the main guy, and the other pointing her shotgun at the group in general in case of sudden movements. Umi was the backup. The only backup anyone would need against humans without powers.
She knew what her clones said, and heard the responses. It didn’t take long before she’d gotten the drugs, the money and whatever else the three men had on them. Unfortunately, it didn’t go exactly as planned as one of them pulled a gun and shot one of the replicas. She felt it, suspected it was fatal and destroyed that one.
The second replica fired at the man without hesitation. He went down, but the other two did nothing. They seemed more shocked at the disappearance of someone right in front of them. Umi hadn’t meant to kill the man, but if no one would help him he might bleed out anyway. She sent a new replica over to them to gather up what the destroyed one had dropped. Soon, they walked out of there without any arguments.
Abigail "Rabbit" O'Reilly
She stared to her right after someone had responded to her mumbling, squinting her eyes and trying to make out who it was that had responded to her. Her vision was beginning to get a bit fuzzy, maybe more than a bit if she kept at the drinks at this speed. It looked like Emilio was the one who’d talked to her.
“Nah, fuck this music.” Rabbit mumbled and gestured in a swaying manner, then drank the rest of the whiskey in her glass. “Wanna listen to something rowdy and fast, true music, not this… whatever you call this. Smooth jazz? Pfft, I’d show you real music, but I doubt they’ve got anything like it here.”
Rabbit let her guard down more the drunker she got, so she decided to stop drinking at this point. Otherwise she’d end up doing something she’d regret and never remember, but everyone else would remember it. Oh, people loved to remind her of those blackout moments where she’d lost her memory and caution. Some more than others.
Umi “The Ghouls” Ichikawa
Umi heard the sirens where she sat in a vacant apartment and looked up. The sirens passed her by though. She didn’t wonder what had happened this time. She just assumed someone else had fucked up. Someone had always fucked up when the police got involved. The police got involved when she did her thing too, but that was all part of the game. It was a part of life in this city for her to the point that it became as ordinary as hearing any car pass by. She evaded their attention like she evaded everyone else.
Returning her attention to her shotgun, she put the last piece back in it and then took out a rag from one of her coat pockets. She began to shine and polish the shotgun’s details, mostly to pass the time. She’d already cleaned them individually. It was a finishing touch so to speak. A couple of more hours, and it would be past midnight. She’d earn her keep this night like any night. The jewellery on her hands, around her neck and in her ears made it obvious she wasn’t lacking when it came to funds. There was no such thing as too much money, and there never would be. Growing up in poverty had made her realize how much money was worth. They said it wouldn’t buy happiness, but you’d sure as hell be more depressed without the money to get by each day.
Once she’d finished shining her weapon she loaded it with a couple of the shotgun shells she kept in her jacket, and left the vacant apartment she’d broken into hours earlier. As far as she knew no one knew where her actual home was, but she tried to avoid staying there for too many days in a row. She lived her life on the move, each day at a time, as a candle in the wind. Umi would welcome a bed for the coming day, any bed, as sleeping on the floor was bad for her back.
She replicated herself before she exited the apartment building itself, and hid the shotgun beneath her coat. Umi walked in the dark, avoiding lights when she could, while she used her replica to scout ahead and draw the attention off of her. She headed towards the eastern parts of Mendel, where the lowlifes were everywhere. She liked the western parts more as she wasn’t as likely to be stabbed over absolutely nothing. Of course, by now it was possibly that most had some reason or other to stab her. Not like they could tell the difference between her and her replicas anyway.
She stared to her right after someone had responded to her mumbling, squinting her eyes and trying to make out who it was that had responded to her. Her vision was beginning to get a bit fuzzy, maybe more than a bit if she kept at the drinks at this speed. It looked like Emilio was the one who’d talked to her.
“Nah, fuck this music.” Rabbit mumbled and gestured in a swaying manner, then drank the rest of the whiskey in her glass. “Wanna listen to something rowdy and fast, true music, not this… whatever you call this. Smooth jazz? Pfft, I’d show you real music, but I doubt they’ve got anything like it here.”
Rabbit let her guard down more the drunker she got, so she decided to stop drinking at this point. Otherwise she’d end up doing something she’d regret and never remember, but everyone else would remember it. Oh, people loved to remind her of those blackout moments where she’d lost her memory and caution. Some more than others.
Umi “The Ghouls” Ichikawa
Umi heard the sirens where she sat in a vacant apartment and looked up. The sirens passed her by though. She didn’t wonder what had happened this time. She just assumed someone else had fucked up. Someone had always fucked up when the police got involved. The police got involved when she did her thing too, but that was all part of the game. It was a part of life in this city for her to the point that it became as ordinary as hearing any car pass by. She evaded their attention like she evaded everyone else.
Returning her attention to her shotgun, she put the last piece back in it and then took out a rag from one of her coat pockets. She began to shine and polish the shotgun’s details, mostly to pass the time. She’d already cleaned them individually. It was a finishing touch so to speak. A couple of more hours, and it would be past midnight. She’d earn her keep this night like any night. The jewellery on her hands, around her neck and in her ears made it obvious she wasn’t lacking when it came to funds. There was no such thing as too much money, and there never would be. Growing up in poverty had made her realize how much money was worth. They said it wouldn’t buy happiness, but you’d sure as hell be more depressed without the money to get by each day.
Once she’d finished shining her weapon she loaded it with a couple of the shotgun shells she kept in her jacket, and left the vacant apartment she’d broken into hours earlier. As far as she knew no one knew where her actual home was, but she tried to avoid staying there for too many days in a row. She lived her life on the move, each day at a time, as a candle in the wind. Umi would welcome a bed for the coming day, any bed, as sleeping on the floor was bad for her back.
She replicated herself before she exited the apartment building itself, and hid the shotgun beneath her coat. Umi walked in the dark, avoiding lights when she could, while she used her replica to scout ahead and draw the attention off of her. She headed towards the eastern parts of Mendel, where the lowlifes were everywhere. She liked the western parts more as she wasn’t as likely to be stabbed over absolutely nothing. Of course, by now it was possibly that most had some reason or other to stab her. Not like they could tell the difference between her and her replicas anyway.
Alright. I've edited Umi now, changed her power.
Maxx said
Heh. That'd be funny. Anyways, I'm working on an actual sheet for Tara now. Once it is finished and we've had some interaction, the rp will begin to pick up.
I sent you a PM yesterday.
I might change the power to something else then. Maybe even add her to a gang too.
Abigail "Rabbit" O'Reilly
Rabbit wasn't fond of stereotypes, nor did she want to nurture them in others with her own actions. However, she would acknowledge that she was as much of a drunkard as any Irish when given the chance. Years of training back in Ireland had given her a higher resistance to alcohol than most, but then she'd also drink more than most. It was the norm to socialize while drunk where she came from, but here it seemed to be a thing for the glum and depressed. She gestured for the bartender to give her another straight whiskey with ice, when he did so she picked the glass up and stared at the contents for a few seconds. She didn’t think he’d put anything in his drinks so far, but maybe someone else had. She tasted it with her tongue, and when she found that it tasted like it should she drank what was in the glass, then shook her head and put it back down with a cling.
Some of the other members of the Vanguard were seated at the same bar counter as her. Most of the men in the gang were mainly interested in getting with the women, at least that’s what it seemed like to her, but she’d managed to keep them at bay by being herself. It couldn’t be easy to flirt with someone who would stare at you, examining every comment you made as if you were a complete jackass. She didn’t think they were all a bunch of jackasses, but she did doubt their intentions when it came to her. Did they only want to screw or was there something more sinister there? She couldn’t know unless she let her guard then, and she wouldn’t do that easily in some bar.
Rabbit noticed that one of the guys who had begun fighting over some girl with another guy wore star-shaped sunglasses like she did. It made her smirk. Maybe she should try to find rabbit-shaped sunglasses as well? Who else could possibly wear something like that? She had her belt and her tattoos though. Perhaps anything else would be overdoing it.
There were quite a number of Vanguards gathered here tonight. Their leader was there as well. Maybe they’d all decided on something while she’d come here for the simple pleasure of whiskey. Maybe she’d drunk so much that she’d forgotten her original purpose for being here. She thought she’d only had a few shots so far, like three or four. Rabbit would have tried to gather more information on the people she didn’t know that well yet, had they met somewhere else, but she doubted she would wake up tomorrow with a perfect memory. She needed to take more notes to improve her plans for when one of them betrayed her. It was also a good way to get to know her fellow Vanguards better, but that felt like a secondary task.
“The music here sucks.” She mumbled to herself, probably way too loud though as she could feel glances in her direction. It was true though, to her silence would have been preferred over this, but silence would also allow her to listen in on others conversations. Rabbit ordered another straight whiskey, didn’t check the glass this time, drank and laughed.
Rabbit wasn't fond of stereotypes, nor did she want to nurture them in others with her own actions. However, she would acknowledge that she was as much of a drunkard as any Irish when given the chance. Years of training back in Ireland had given her a higher resistance to alcohol than most, but then she'd also drink more than most. It was the norm to socialize while drunk where she came from, but here it seemed to be a thing for the glum and depressed. She gestured for the bartender to give her another straight whiskey with ice, when he did so she picked the glass up and stared at the contents for a few seconds. She didn’t think he’d put anything in his drinks so far, but maybe someone else had. She tasted it with her tongue, and when she found that it tasted like it should she drank what was in the glass, then shook her head and put it back down with a cling.
Some of the other members of the Vanguard were seated at the same bar counter as her. Most of the men in the gang were mainly interested in getting with the women, at least that’s what it seemed like to her, but she’d managed to keep them at bay by being herself. It couldn’t be easy to flirt with someone who would stare at you, examining every comment you made as if you were a complete jackass. She didn’t think they were all a bunch of jackasses, but she did doubt their intentions when it came to her. Did they only want to screw or was there something more sinister there? She couldn’t know unless she let her guard then, and she wouldn’t do that easily in some bar.
Rabbit noticed that one of the guys who had begun fighting over some girl with another guy wore star-shaped sunglasses like she did. It made her smirk. Maybe she should try to find rabbit-shaped sunglasses as well? Who else could possibly wear something like that? She had her belt and her tattoos though. Perhaps anything else would be overdoing it.
There were quite a number of Vanguards gathered here tonight. Their leader was there as well. Maybe they’d all decided on something while she’d come here for the simple pleasure of whiskey. Maybe she’d drunk so much that she’d forgotten her original purpose for being here. She thought she’d only had a few shots so far, like three or four. Rabbit would have tried to gather more information on the people she didn’t know that well yet, had they met somewhere else, but she doubted she would wake up tomorrow with a perfect memory. She needed to take more notes to improve her plans for when one of them betrayed her. It was also a good way to get to know her fellow Vanguards better, but that felt like a secondary task.
“The music here sucks.” She mumbled to herself, probably way too loud though as she could feel glances in her direction. It was true though, to her silence would have been preferred over this, but silence would also allow her to listen in on others conversations. Rabbit ordered another straight whiskey, didn’t check the glass this time, drank and laughed.
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