Half PintArachne held her breath, her head slowly turned to face the creature. Light from the door seeped into her room, it blinded her slightly as she tried to get a good look at the creature that was trying to get a wiff of her; As her eyes adjusted to the new lighting, she saw a large feline looking creature, it was dark, a hungry looking thing it was. It was strange, to see another living soul in the same room as herself.
She sat up and extended her hand to stroke the creature, her hand stopping at the top of its head. What is she doing? Was she insane? A creature was in her room, why should she pet something that might be deemed dangerous? Arachne drew her hand back and stood up, pointing towards the door, "Go," she murmured, her voice sounding rather ghoul like - what with the overlapping voices and what not -. Maybe the thing couldn't understand what she was saying?
This is ridiculous!
Arachne felt her heart beating, has fate decided that she leave the room?
She threw her blanket over herself to cover her face and shuffled out of the bedroom, into the hallway, and into the main foyer. She couldn't believe what she was doing, at a time like this she had the guts to come out.
"There's uh..." Arachne didn't want to interrupt the... Human? And the resident talk? What was a human doing here?
"I uh... There's something in my room..." Her voice quieted down, "sorry..." Arachne raised her head slightly to stare at the human, though she did try to remain unidentifiable.
She felt utterly stupid, leaving the room without thinking. She scolded herself silently taking in all of the anxiety and embarrassment at once.
What had she done? Why was she so reckless? Arachne had more sense than this, she was an intelligent girl after all. A rash decision like this could never be made by her, not in one-thousand years.
Arachne gripped onto her blanket and inhaled deeply, thinking of all of the possible outcomes that would could happen, and how it would affect her and in what way.
"I'm sorry... Again..."
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Name: Penny-152
Alias: Penny-152
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female, though there is no female genitalia.
Power(s): Penny is able to control numerous swords, kept in what appears to be a small mechanical backpack, with simple movements from her hands. She is able to manipulate every sword simultaneously without any difficulty at all, and can fire energy blasts when she brings them together, with the swords going into a special blaster-like configuration. She can also use thin strings attached to the hilts of her swords to anchor herself or pull down large flying objects, despite the mass and thrust power of the object which seems to indicate enhanced strength as well as the ability to anchor herself in some other way than her weapons' grappling mode. The swords are able to fold in half lengthwise for easier storage. Her controlled movement of her swords is possibly linked to magnetism, telekinesis, or could be a unique effect of the weapons themselves. Penny's 'strings' seems to be quite strong and durable.
Penny is also able to jump a great distance, with the force of her jump being enough to break the ground. This may indicate that she is abnormally heavy for her size.
Item(s): Her small backpack with her swords inside.
Backstory: Penny is an artificial human, a robot made to look like a human female. Her prime directive is to fight.
Personality: Penny speaks robotically, behaves erratically, and is overly active in general. All her actions and emotional states are rather extreme and overacted. Penny also seems to place great value on friendship.. Furthermore, she seems to be immensely curious.
Crush/Relationship: N/A
Other: She's a hero per se
My posting won't be frequent. I have finals.
Arachne could hear movement downstairs. Four years, for four years she has never left her room in the boarding house. She was a quiet one she was, always lingering in her dimly light room covered with crumpled pieces of lined paper and thrown pillow cases. She liked it this way, alone.
She placed her fingers on the jaw of her skull, a numb sensation overwhelmed her at the touch. She disliked that feeling, it was as if her own head was not hers. Arachne let out a grunt and picked up a pillow off of the floor, holding it close to her own body for warmth and comfort.
Something told her to check what was happening downstairs, her curiosity yearned to see what was beyond the crack of the door.
Arachne slowly good up and turned to face the door, staring for a moment. She dropped the pillow and extended her arm gripping the handle and slowly turning it. The silence of the room was broken as the door creaked open. She peaked through the crack of the door, her hand stopping her from opening the door any further. She could feel her heart pounding in the depths of her chest, she felt anxiety.
As quickly as she opened it, she slammed it shut, locked the door and launched herself onto her bed. A shower of papers scattered off the bed and onto the floor.
She threw her blanket over herself and tried forgetting what she had recently did. A cowardly lion, that's what she viewed herself as. Something that was so minuscule that she was practically non-existent.
Arachne shivered and turned her back towards the door. She couldn't sleep, nor eat, nor excrete waste like a normal human could, but she wanted to be as human as possible, which was deemed impossible. She spent every waking moment writing, or sitting, or staring. The environment she lived in was abnormally quiet.
The girl wrote novels, fantasy novels of sorts, she used her past life in her realm as a plot, which ended up being a successful hit. No one would ever know or believe that the author of the novel came from a realm of people who had the heads of skull, or had a war. Humans were ignorant and stayed true to their own beliefs. They read her books without the slightest idea that maybe there was more than just them. But it didn't matter, writing allowed Arachne to stay inside, in her room, and that was important to her.
She placed her fingers on the jaw of her skull, a numb sensation overwhelmed her at the touch. She disliked that feeling, it was as if her own head was not hers. Arachne let out a grunt and picked up a pillow off of the floor, holding it close to her own body for warmth and comfort.
Something told her to check what was happening downstairs, her curiosity yearned to see what was beyond the crack of the door.
Arachne slowly good up and turned to face the door, staring for a moment. She dropped the pillow and extended her arm gripping the handle and slowly turning it. The silence of the room was broken as the door creaked open. She peaked through the crack of the door, her hand stopping her from opening the door any further. She could feel her heart pounding in the depths of her chest, she felt anxiety.
As quickly as she opened it, she slammed it shut, locked the door and launched herself onto her bed. A shower of papers scattered off the bed and onto the floor.
She threw her blanket over herself and tried forgetting what she had recently did. A cowardly lion, that's what she viewed herself as. Something that was so minuscule that she was practically non-existent.
Arachne shivered and turned her back towards the door. She couldn't sleep, nor eat, nor excrete waste like a normal human could, but she wanted to be as human as possible, which was deemed impossible. She spent every waking moment writing, or sitting, or staring. The environment she lived in was abnormally quiet.
The girl wrote novels, fantasy novels of sorts, she used her past life in her realm as a plot, which ended up being a successful hit. No one would ever know or believe that the author of the novel came from a realm of people who had the heads of skull, or had a war. Humans were ignorant and stayed true to their own beliefs. They read her books without the slightest idea that maybe there was more than just them. But it didn't matter, writing allowed Arachne to stay inside, in her room, and that was important to her.
"The world is my stage."
Name: Eliz Kalutai
Age: 23
Magic:
Personality: Don't let her gentle look fool you. Though she can be polite and lady-like, Eliz is haughty, narcissist and selfish. She sees herself and her peers at a higher level than everyone else (even if that may not be the case) and does not tolerate 'peasants'. Eliz is also rather lethargic and lazy, not wanting to do things for herself if she can prevent it. She also has a bad habit of acting like a know-it-all despite the fact she is quite an ignorant person since she is still relatively young. On the other hand, she is quite an emotional person and can get easily upset. She has high standards and is easily enchanted with whimsical things such as lace, tea, and silk attire.
She believes that people are "pigs in wool clothing" and that they should never be bothered with unless there was something that she wanted
involved.
History: Born in poverty, Eliz as a child never had most things a normal child would have. She always yearned to be a princess, to be someone who would wear pretty clothes and have so many nice things. As she grew, she became greedy, money and fame became her top priority.
As it turned out the girl had a talent for false advertising, acting as some called it. She used this keen trick of hers to make her way to that top, years and years and years of trickery, deceiving, socializing. She became known for her acting and beauty, soon become a household name. That is where she met her very first friend, Ren. Together the two made an unstoppable tag-team duo.
Class: B
Crush: N/A
I'll slap you with a sea bass
Name: Arachne
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race:
Personality: She speaks rather little, unless addressed to. As expressionless as she appears - Due to the fact that her head is a skull -, she does tend to feel joy as well as depression but seems to have trouble executing it despite it being such a simple task.
She is overall calm and collected though can be socially awkward at times. Arachne does tend to work hard towards communication but has little success in trying to get others to understand. When she appears to a direct joke, she reacts rather slowly or retires from trying to grasp the punch-line.
Despite her intellect and quick ability to learn, she is a bit oblivious to many things, deception being one of them. When someone tells her something, she likes to believe that they are telling the truth and so the thought they could be lying doesn't often cross her mind.
History: Born into a clan living in the caves, she has been a bit sheltered from the conflicts that arise between the four Acephali clans though it is impossible to tear oneself completely away from the issues that happen within the very realm they reside in. They were a pacifistic clan, always trying to hide from the silent wrath of the realm. But they knew that they couldn't hide forever.
On the day Arachne turned 20 her clan was plundered, stripped of their children, then left to die. They covered the entrance with rubble sealing the villagers inside the cave. Yet, Arachne managed to slip out during the madness and flee. Across the realm and through the door to the boarding house where she had been staying for 4 years.
Likes: Staying inside, dim lighting, cats - She finds them cute -
Dislikes: Mirrors - Self explanatory, she doesn't like seeing her reflection, she believes that she is hideous -, food - She's unable to eat and is trying to be as normal as possible -, outdoors.
Sexual Orientation: Straight. But where she is from people aren't usually distinguished by sex.
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Name: Ophelia
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Power: Power to turn certain body parts into stone and use it defensively or offensively - Shielding herself or swinging her arms around which have been turned into stone -
Info: Ophelia demonstrates a very energetic and cheerful behavior. She is always seen smiling, and acts very friendly with everyone. She is a free spirit and will do whatever she wants according to her whims. Her often bubbly behavior masks a very sociopathic individual, and she has shown a high degree of sadism.
Friends: N/A
Crush/Relationship: N/A
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