Estylwen

Tales of Eyreseum - The False King

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And is Dlay still with us?

Beyond the Horizon

Here's my sheet, 76. Lemme know what you think. :)

May I Introduce Avis Cassell

[ Avis Bierne Cassell | 25 | Female ]

Appearance: Standing at 5'5, Avis prides herself in her modest curves. She's slender, maybe even a little scrawny. Her wavy, jet-black hair is messy, cut short to her shoulders, and ends in wisps. She ties it back with an old, brown bandana, probably in an effort to hide how long she hasn't had a shower. Well-used goggles rest on the bandana just off her forehead. Her eyes are a curious sight, the left one being brown and the other a pale gray. 

She wears slim-fitting, dark brown miner's coveralls with a loose, faded tee underneath it. Both articles are covered in a layer of ash and grease. She's left hand-dominant, so her left forearm is bare. But her right is covered in different cloths, braided string, and strange looking beads. Half-fingerless leather gloves line her hands, so worn that there are holes in the palm. Her necklace is important to note as it is the magical object to allow her access to the island. She often tucks the ball behind her shirt. 

Along the simple silver chain around her neck is a curious object -- a small metal ball about 1.5 inches in diameter. The metal shines a pearlescent silver, many lines are etched within its features that glow pale blue-white. On its front several little copper cogs slowly tick together, though it doesn't seem to show any indication of time. At its bottom is an intricate indent that almost seems like a keyhole. 

Personality: Neither a leader nor a follower, Avis tends to make her own path in life, and prides herself on her independence. Avis is naturally reflective and enjoys sitting down at the end of a long day to ponder the mysteries of her world. She holds onto questions rather than answers as they can always change, but questions remain constant. She regards her starved, dying world with great sadness. But she still holds a sense of wonder, and has clinically detached herself from her surroundings as a coping mechanism. She's adaptable, down-to-earth and laid-back. When she speaks it's with genuine emotion and honesty. Past the well-meaning apathy, down on the soul-level, Avis has a great capacity for emotion -- she's empathic, warm and gentle. 

Occasionally Avis is prone to feeling inadequate, especially if she's not met with success soon after she starts something new. Her level-headed trait can be confused with apathy, or a lack of care. She's used to being quite private, and has a bad habit of not disclosing her personal opinions. Avis also dislikes being alone for an extended period of time, and can become crippled if an emotional need is not met. 

Background: Avis was essentially sold to her uncle after her previous family could no longer afford their youngest daughter. He worked in a mine, and she was quickly working down in the darkness with him, even at her young age. There was family love between her and her uncle, but it wasn't the same as a mother's embrace and Avis went through a period of grief. 

Her uncle had collected many things over the years, old books, odd trinkets and a great assortment of chipped jewels. Being a natural tinkerer, Avis learned how to take apart his clocks and put them back together, better than before. As soon as he taught her how to read Avis found a great love in learning, and read his entire library twice over. His books on legend and lore impressed her the most, and she dreamed of lost islands with bountiful bread and honey. 

For her 18th birthday her uncle surprised her with a gift not even he knew the significance of. On a line of freshly polish silver he offered Avis an ornate silver ball that ticked like it had its own heartbeat. He told her it was the key to finding the island she read about in her childhood. But when she asked for further insight, he shook his head. Not even he had all the answers. 

A year later her uncle gave her his hot air balloon ship, and after working for months on the steam engine, Avis got the old clunker up and running. That was her ticket out of mining, and with a heartfelt goodbye, she left her uncle and the claustrophobic darkness behind. She never looked back. 

High up in the clouds for many months, Avis never tired of the fresh air, being able to peek over the steel railing and seeing a vague, dark land far below. And she never grew bored of watching the sky, in its many sunsets and nights full of twinkling stars. 

After years of pursuing the legend of the lost island, Avis came across enough secrets that eventually took her journey into the vast and endless ocean. She knew she'd be searching for a needle in a haystack, but she had to find paradise. After all these years, she was so close -- giving up wasn't an option. 

Other:
-- Avis is a tinkerer, and can fix almost anything. 
-- She thoroughly enjoys the tick of copper cogs, and has become quite attached to her silver ball. 
-- Owns and maintains a moderately large airship. 

Generally interested

(Hehe, nice reference.) Nah, it might actually be more interesting if your character lived on the island. That kind of contrast from slice-of-life to the terrible world beyond would be dynamite. ;)

Totally up to you, though.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Matthew managed to slow the targets, though not with the precision Adam wielded. It was fitting; the teacher was meant to be better. She took comfort in the fact that authority had true power here. Aislin already knew with some practice Matt would nail it. His power, she wished she didn't have to say it, but it was kind of intimidating. That demonstration was just a facet, he could do other stuff too. Aislin frowned as she pushed away her envy and apprehension, reasoning there was nothing to fear in a class setting. Regardless, he was dismissed. 

Daniel, upon request, mentioned to Mr. Blackmore the largest thing he could summon up. It wasn't too impressive, just a small cubboard. But his reason behind the object's smallness piqued her curiosity; he worked through holes. Portals. So what exactly was this other dimensional space? Where did the rose exist before he pulled it out of his pocket and offered it to her? 

There was one eccentrically dressed lady in their group, black and gothic. Aislin didn't really notice her until she saw her exchange with the other lady in their group -- a hottie, Kristen. Aislin gauged her reaction, and watched the reactions of the other men around them. And she quickly felt outshone. God, does she realize she short-circuits all the young male brains here? 

But then she mentioned how she needed to kiss someone to use her power, and Aislin facepalmed. Yeah, staying apathetic towards Kristen was probably wise; the girl wasn't a threat, but she seemed so limp-boned Aislin wrinkled her nose. Part of her dislike resided in her perfect looks, but Aislin shrugged off most of her jealousy. 

Adam quickly cycled through the students, returning his attention back to Aislin. "Animating your surroundings. I have to ask that you quickly demonstrate your ability...."

Animating plain floors were easy, just like water. A singular base material, and lots of it, was easy to move and manipulate into shapes. Aislin was sure she could take what she learned from animating water here, she just had to keep her concentration. With a slow inhale, Aislin held it in as she emptied her mind.

Forgetting about the sheer amount of people in the room, or how intense Adam's eyes were, Aislin focused on the ceramic ground, trying to find a connection. The gray stone took on a fluidic expression as it began rippling out from below her feet. It boiled up in tiny bubbles just to her right, and she reached a hand out as a stream of gray stone rose up and wrapped a couple time around her wrist. The twisting stream disconnected from the floor, taking the form of a snake as it coiled into the palm of her hand. 

The snake lazily flicked its tongue out, then rested its head as it morphed from scales to petals. A bud opened up in its center, and thin, ornate petals of a lily swirled outward to fully embrace the air. 

Yes, that's exactly it. Just a little-- Aislin desperately tried ignoring the voice inside her head. The one that incessantly analyzed her surroundings, that tried to be helpful when it only interrupted the much needed silence she needed. Shh, no thoughts. I can't let myself get distracted with messing this up, I have a lot of people to imp-- Ah, shit.

With an audible crack, the lily split in half, then crumbled into pieces. Gray sand fell from her fingers, merging with the floor underneath her feet, becoming still once more. Aislin clicked her tongue in disapproval, glancing across the seamless ground. It was as if her power had never touched it. 

Dammit. She thought, the back of her neck heating up. Just like that, her animation died. All from a thought that got carried away. Of course I had to get distracted in front of the teacher. 

"The slightest amount of babbling thought makes me lose it." She said, almost feeling she owed an explanation.

Generally interested

Nice sheet, Lunaire. We'll see what Isudae thinks. :3

Hey, ER-sama. Lovely seeing you here. I think we have space for one more. ^^

Elementals: Void Assault

@Ginger, Jab:

Let's try to keep the matches short, like the first three hits determine the winner. ;)

Elementals: Void Assault

Phil offered his toast next, talking about their future and, pulling a page from her book, spoke of those they had lost. Cora was instantly brought back to mid-day wasteland, the hostage Vygorn trap, looking back at the sand tornado obscuring the battlefield. From on top of the ridge, it was impossible to see beyond the storm. She remembered almost turning back, almost diving into the storm again to save the others. But her fear stopped her. Her previous defeat at the alien's hand was fresh in her mind. She turned away and walked down the other side of the ridge without sparing a second glance back. 

Cora frowned, curling her lip at the thought. Her gaze flickered to Will as he stood, lifting his drink. He toasted to Yahtzee, and she smiled. Water, so free-flowing, peaceful. I'm kind of envious. She swished around the contents of her fourth refill, watching the clear liquid splash against the hard edges of its icy container. As it swirled she noted its purity, clean water held within fresh ice. The dividing line between the two forms of elements became thinner and thinner... Until she stopped.

With the water as still as ice, Cora swore a white glare glinted within its edges. In her mind she saw something beyond the two -- where two became one. How far can we combine our powers?

Feeling as though she reached some kind of epiphany, Cora almost missed Yahtzee's enthusiastic request. But Will didn't miss a beat, splashing water at Phil in a playful taunt. Cora turned around on the log, facing the to-be match. "I think we could arrange some show-and-tell sparring. I could use the practice anyway."

She glanced over at Yahtzee, a cheeky grin on her face. "Will's really good, I think he did boxing as a job years ago. We totally lucked out getting his expertise on the team." She said, touching the blush building up behind her cheeks. Am I feverish? She frowned, not finding the connection. 

Shrugging, Cora focused on the match again. "I would like sparring with the winner, I think. Will, I know you're an expert. But Phil, do you know how to spar?" She laughed, raising a hand in amendment. "Not that I don't think you know what's what, but maybe we should have a run of the rules so no one goes severely hurting one another, eh?"

Generally interested

How exciting!! :D

I've subscribed to the thread, and will hopefully have a character for you soon. I agree with all your previously mentioned ideas above, and will incorporate them as best I can. And I do apologize for the delay, my weekend was busy. XD

Elementals: Void Assault

I agree with the pit stop idea, that way you can meet us up at the same time -- which is currently at night. :)

//will be posting tomorrow.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

//is posting tomorrow