Evil Ghost Note

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^{@Zombiedude101}
Thompson Lumber Mill Inc - Interior

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The second that Nathan (as he introduced himself) mentioned that she cut herself, she ignored everything else that was said by the boy. She tried to think of where she was cut by the fall... before she remembered that feeling of a liquid on her cheek. She quickly reached over, and wiped her cheek... and saw that her fingertips were stained with blood.

She loudly gasped, staring at the blood in abstract shock. Asking herself questions like how, why, and... was it really a hallucination? There was no logical explanation. Because there was no way she could have cut herself there outside of a freak coincidence of some sort. Kimberly knew that Nathan probably was catching on that there was something wrong. Given that she was standing there slack jawed, staring at the blood on her fingers.

Kimberly swiped the tissue, and wiped her finger and cheek off. Casually laughing at his joke - obviously forced because of how she was trying her damn near best to cover her ass.

"Yeah..." Kimberly trailed off. "Let's just find a way out... the mill is only so big."

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^@Scarescrow
Thompson Lumber Mill Inc.

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While Lee was doing his thing, Samson was grabbing a beer of his own. A Corona Modelo. He quickly popped the top off, and took a sip of it. Before he turned his head towards Lee... who had already finished a bottle of some kind of drink that somebody brought. Tiger? Samson never heard of that brand. But, he could see the effects that it had on Lee.

"Uh, Lee..." Samson said, with a raised eyebrow. "Is this like the first time you ever had alcohol?"

The dude was just about to fall over. He wanted him to loosen up, but not this much. Oh boy, and now Samson could feel the guilt of causing this. No matter. He's got to help him.

"Nevermind," Samson said. "Let's find somewhere to sit down."

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Thompson Lumber Mill Inc - "VIP Louge."

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After losing the Lame-O squad, Claire made sure to beeline straight for the beers. She found herself a cooler, and quickly cracked open a bud light, and downed it. She couldn't feel the buzz just yet (it was some shitty ass beer, after all), but she knew in a little bit she was going to make more decisions she was going to regret!

She grabbed another one, and lumbered through the crowds, looking for someone by themselves or something. Someone she can talk to that isn't a meathead like Hagan, Clayton, or any of the sort. Maybe she should go back out and find that cutie Clayton and sneak him in. He probably needed to be in here more than Claire did.

Claire stopped when she felt a tapping on her shoulder, and whipped around to see a strange face. A stranger. Some dude she never met before, a skinny white boy that was about an inch or two shorter than her - but they were otherwise staring each other in the eye. He had a beer in one hand, and wore a shitty jean jacket with some striped shirt underneath. He had a head of wavy blonde hair in a pompadour, and freckles. She'd call him cute... if he'd start acting that way.

"Heeeeeeeey, Claire, whaddup!?" The guy said, and Claire cringed.

"Hey," Claire replied, "Do I know you?"

"Oh, no, you probably don't... but everyone in Farmer Hill knows you!" Of freakin' course. Claire thought to herself between the douchebag's speech. "I was hoping I could get to know you..." He got close and gently caressed her arm.

That was the point when Claire decided to shut down that bullshit before it got out of hand. This kid was probably one of the many that thought that Claire was just a free lay. Basically just a pussy on legs. She wasn't going to take that. She slapped away the hand, and snapped.

"Sorry hun," Claire said sarcastically. "But, you're coming off a bit too strong for me." She turned away to walk off, but she felt his strong hand grasping her wrist.

"Hey now," He said. "I just ain't some nobody... I'm the son of the Sheriff."

"And you could be the president's son, and I wouldn't give a shit!" Claire answered with a snarl, "Now get your hand off me, ya' perv!" She snatched her arm away, and he moved in like he was going to do something, and Claire quickly moved in, and punched him square in the mouth. He was stumbling back, as the mood of the party died. Everyone stopped and stared... and Claire did nothing other than shake her head, and disappear into the crowd. Without a thought.

So much for the good vibes from the party. She shook her head as she moved her way outside. She needed to take a drag after that bullshit. She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a cigarette, and found a side wall.

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Blood was dripping...

That bitch hit him in the mouth! All he wanted to do was show her a good time, and she gets violent? Fuck her. He was about to lose it. He stumbled into the darkness of the lumber mill. Stunned, but also feeling oddly compelled to a point. The thoughts of rage for Claire was the only thing on his mind right now, and he would love to do nothing more than to show her who was boss.

Suddenly, a red light illuminated the room in an orange, bloody, glow. Everything was being covered in a bloody rust that engulfed all the objects in the room. Until there was nothing left. He felt a pain in his head like no other, like something was trying to force it's way in. Harming him in the process of the coercion. He turned his head as he looked around. The only thing not touched by the rust was... a lumber axe. An old one with a wooden handle that was still in usable condition, and a metal axe head. The second he gazed on it, he felt the pain disappear. As if it was an oasis in this sea of strange.

He was compelled to touch it, to see what would happen. Immediately upon touching it, he felt a bliss overtake him. He picked the axe up and held it with two hands. Before he realized something.

He can show that bitch who's boss, he can show them all who's boss.

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Britney Leah Williams

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"Just lighten up, be yourself."

[ 18 | 6'2ft | Sudanese, Ethiopian, Nigerian, Sierra-Leonean, and Egyptian | She/Her | 155lb ]

[Inadequacy]

APPEARANCE

"... Enough about my height."

Britney definitely has a bit of size to her body. From the fact that she's abnormally tall - both her mom and dad were huge in terms of height - to to her sheer body mass. In fact, her sheer height is the first thing that people notice about her. Something that she's insecure about, very insecure about. Since not too many boys appreciate that she's far taller than them. That's just something that she lives with. The other aspect that makes her look big her body shape. She has a bit of a oval body-shape that is mostly shaped by extra body fat that she just can't seem to shake off. Though, that body fat compliments her. It makes her very curvy. That was the result of puberty being very kind to Britney. Her behind's size has always been the butt of jokes among friends, and she's definitely chesty (at 40F). She is definitely a woman. Though, because of her body-shape, people also get the impression that she is fat. While she is a bit heavier than other girls, she is definitely not obese.

She has an air of confidence around her, the kind of confidence that she owns the world, and that nothing can touch her. Almost like she is noble. She takes large steps, and has a big smile on her face at all times. That nobility vibe comes in the way she dresses - she wears quite expensive and fancy looking clothing. The kind of attire that gives away that she comes from Farmer Hill's upper class. If that confidence fades for whatever reason, something is very wrong. Though, her tone of voice is quite pleasant (albeit condescending at times), she seems to circumvent that aura by being quite kind and passionate, and happy.

Another thing that makes Britney stick out in a crowd (at least in Farmer Hill) is her skin color. She's African-American, and has a bunch of different African nations flowing through her blood. She's primarily Sierra-Leonean, and Nigerian, but she is distantly Ethiopian, Sudanese, and she even has a bit of Egypt in her. Which gave her her curly black hair kept in a pompadour of sorts, her facial features, and skull-shape. Her face is pretty round, mostly because of her big rosey cheeks, and her dull jawline. Which gives her a bit of a baby-face. She has a large nose with a wide bridge, and fairly large nostrils. Crescent shaped ears that are pierced, usually with large ear-rings or jewelry. She has thick lips, and a slightly wide mouth that, when she smiles, exposes her very shiny teeth. Her eyes are almond shaped, and a light-brown color.

PSYCHOLOGY

"My future's bright, and I know it."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Britney's primary goal in life is to find excitement in it. To find new ways to freshen up a tired formula. Which is why she's often found in parties, and whatnot by people who are seen as "beneath" her. All because she wants to have a bit of fun. Also to forge an identity for herself. In the end... happiness.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Britney believes the only way to get what you want in life is through hard work and dedication. Basically to succeed at life, all you need is a clear vision, and a little bit of dedication. She believes that the people that "failed" at life just weren't passionate enough, and are hardly worthy of her time. In addition, she believes that money doesn't necessarily equate status. To her, it's a tool, a means to an end. Just because she's wealthy, doesn't mean she's any more or less special than anyone else.

SECRETS ⫻ Britney witnessed something a very long time ago, and was cued into a few secrets from Farmer Hill's elite... even if they don't think too much of the Williams family. Other than that, she keeps her nude habits a strict secret.

DESIRES ⫻ Britney desires independence more than anything else. To be seen as her own person. She hates the fact that she's only known as a wealthy man's daughter, and wishes to step out of that shadow the best she can. She wants to forge her own identity for herself. She also desires companionship in the people around her, and find people who think like her. No matter of their wealth. Also to grow her garden to be the largest and most luxurious in all Farmer Hill.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Britney is bisexual, leaning heavily on girls. She discovered this trait during a close encounter with a friend. She knew that people wouldn't reflect too kindly upon the revelation. So to keep it a secret, she's willing to date a boy or two as a cover to keep people off her while she dates her real sweetheart.

FEARS ⫻ Britney fears dependance more than anything. She has a deep-seated fear of having to rely on anyone in life, all because she truly wishes to step out of her father's shadow so much.

REPUTATION ⫻ Britney's reputation is a mixed bag. There's not too many people who don't know who Britney Williams is. All because her family has a heavy hand in the politics of Farmer Hill.. and also have screwed over more than a few families, and left them homeless. That already gave her a bad start reputation-wise. On a more personal level, Britney's reputation is poor a lot of people due to her attitudes, and whatnot. She is known for being a rich bitch, and quite snooty at times. Very standoffish.

PET PEEVES ⫻ Britney has a bit of respect for rules, and order. She can't stand people who can't take things seriously, or just have to buck the system for no reason. She also hates people who are unable to take responsibility for their actions, and would turn her nose up at those people at the drop of a hat.

QUIRKS ⫻ Britney has a habit of singing to herself when bored, or busy with work. Expect to hear her sing a song or two during times of silence. Another weird thing she does is her little love of nudity. When no one is around, she likes to strip herself of clothing and simply walk around. Usually done in private, but sometimes she is a bit more adventurous with skinny dipping, and nude morning walks.

BACKSTORY

"It's nothing you need to know, sweetheart."

While Britney herself is a native of Farmer Hill, her ancestors were not. It started all the way back before Britney's father was even born. Her grandfather was a very wealthy man that seemingly appeared out of the blue (Actually from Philadelphia), and landed in Farmer Hill. Starting a series of successful businesses in Farmer Hill, and quickly and aggressively snatching power and businesses from the natives of Farmer Hill - forcing some out of jobs. It was a sight to see one man gain so much power in a short amount of time, and it was even more pride hurting for the racist members of the community that a lot of the businesses are owned by a black man. Which escalated the Williams family to a higher status within the small town.

This legacy/empire continues to modern day, when the Williams family still have a strong foothold in Farmer Hill's community. Britney was born as the first daughter of her father's new generation, and three siblings followed. While daddy worked hard in the offices keeping the businesses afloat, Britney lived the highlife. She had everything that the city had to offer at her disposal, and she used it. From going to expensive schools out of town, to buying expensive clothes, to going on luxurious vacations abroad! She was living the life that people could only dream of.

Though, Britney's life was a truly lonely one. She really didn't have anyone other than herself, and her extended family. No real friendship. Exploring the US and the luxurious vacations didn't seem all that great when she went home to nobody. She felt that nobody cared. To help her end her loneliness (or at least distract herself from it) she picked up hobbies. The one that she grew to love the most is gardening. She didn't know what drew her to the hobby, but she loves doing it more than anything else. Nothing excites her more than going out and forging her garden into something special. The garden in the back of the William estate was created by her.

Britney's philosophy was heavily shaped by her mother. She did her best to keep Britney realistic, and remind her that she is one piece of a greater world. One beyond Farmer Hill. As she grew up, she tried to carefully examine her mother's words, as she began to self-examine. She went out to Farmer Hill, and tried to make friends with the other people her age. Some rejected her, in time, she began to make friends with the other girls her age. That put the idea in her head that she could do anything if she put her mind to it. She brought loneliness to an end, so she could bring anything to an end.

Her father learned of her activities, and brought an end to it. That did nothing to prevent Britney from going out, and having fun with her friends. The last thing she wanted to be was cooped up inside some shitty mansion all day, so she went out and had fun. She met a variety of people she is friends with to this very day. One of her closest friends was one of the town trouble makers, and they were practically inseparable. Though, they both discovered something about themselves skinny dipping one night that got rather heated. Sharing a kiss, the two realized their affections for each other. Britney didn't know how to come to terms with it, but kept it a secret. This lead to her relationship with her friend becoming a bit awkward, and eventually they drifted apart.

Once Britney came of age, and graduated high-school, she chose to attend Grand Ridge Academy to master in Business, and Administration. Because she realized that the hatred of her, and her self-loathing, will never end unless she becomes her own person, that stands on her own two feet. Though, she's starting to realize there's something about the town most people don't know....

SKILLS & TALENTS

"World class gardener right here."

Gardening ⫻ Britney is an expert gardener. From when she was young, she learned how to garden, and the ins and outs of all plant life. This botany knowledge allows her to identify plants, and knows different ways to apply those plants.

Ballet ⫻ Britney was a ballet dancer for as long as she remembers. This lead to Britney being very flexible, and having tons of balance.

ABSTRACTION

"I can give you life..."

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ On the palms of her hands, the symbols of an orb, surrounded by vines. Completely black.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Chloromancy, the ability to channel the force inherent to all Awaken to manipulate plants, and communicate with them.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Spawning from her inherent joy, and love of gardening, Britney gained a connection with plants unlike no other. She has to ability to channel the force shared between all Awakened into the areas around her to create and manipulate plant life.

In it's rawest form, she can spawn a wheat colored energy that appears like a floating light anywhere around her with a mere thought, and move this energy around. This energy appears like a spectral force, and from this force, Britney can create any kind of plant life. Seemingly growing it from the light like a source. From this ability, she can create vines, to trees, to bushes, practically anything plant based that is limited by her knowledge of the plant. The only issue is that it takes time for Britney to grow the plant. She can't instantly make a tree appear, of course, but she can quickly make vines appear to attack people with. Now let me note, she doesn't need soil or the sort, she can create it anywhere in a three meter radius (doesn't mean they'll survive long, but yeah). Oh, I should mention that the Blind cannot see this energy, but they can see it's effects.

This energy she can manipulate can also infuse plant life. For starters, it can cause them to grow even more (much faster and more efficiently than creating it from nothing), she can manipulate existing plants, and repair damage plants (possibly reviving plants, removing toxins and diseases, and more). As a side ability, this energy allows Britney to telekinetically manipulate certain plants on a much wider radius. From up to ten meters away, she can telekinetically move things like leaves, fruit, pieces of plant matter, etc. Long as it's less than two pounds, she can lift it - but she is capable of living several things at a time, long as she doesn't lift more than thirty pounds. When she uses her ability, it's accompanied by a wind, nothing drastic. Giving the idea that the wind is doing all the work.

Britney is psychically/mentally connected to all plant life around her in a forty meter radius. She mentally knows where plants are in the area, which part of their life cycle they're in, what kind of plant they are, and what they sense. You see, to an extent, plants can feel, see, smell, and taste (There's also a theory that they can hear, but eh). Well, it's mostly limited to other plants, or certain parts of nature. Sometimes Britney wonders if she can communicate. With plants. Part of her wonders if she's crazy.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Britney's abstraction grows a bit in power, and allows her to create plantlife in a ten meter radius, and create it much faster. She can potentially cause a tree to sprout near instantly if she wills it hard enough, and can create a wreath of vines near instantly. In addition, her plant empathy will expand to all plant life within Farmer Hill. Basically giving her unlimited sight.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Her aura-sensing is connected to her mental connection to plant-life. By kneeling down, placing her hand down, and concentrating, she can scry through plants in a way. She can sense the auras of those standing in/touching plant life anywhere within her forty meter range. However, it depends on how dense the plant life in the area is. If the person is only touching a plant, she can vaguely sense them, but if they're standing in the middle of a forest, she'll be able to see them clearly. She can only focus on one location at a time, and a very small radius. The moment she stops focusing, however, she'll lose the ability to see their auras.

LIMITS ⫻

WEAKNESSES ⫻

OTHER

"Peace."

Here is the sixth character I've been thinking on for a bit. At this point, part of me wants to create a character just to let you guys decide on the power.

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LIMITS ⫻ Peter may have access to high speeds, but the problem he faces is maneuverability. He may be able to turn quite well at lower speeds, but his higher speeds his turning power slows to an absolute crawl. He may slam face first into a wall if he isn't being careful. Especially when around other Awakened.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Accessing his speed also speeds up his other aspects. Mostly his perception of the world, and how it looks and sounds. Meaning, he sees and hears faster than other people while speeding - which lends to his speech. It'll be nigh impossible for Peter to communicate while speeding. Everything will be slow gibberish to him, and everything else will be far too fast for him to possibly hear. Other bodily functions will also speed up like his bloodflow/heart rate, and if he isn't careful, he may have a heart attack. In addition, he'll build up friction from moving, and eventually his body heat will go through the roof from all the movement.

@Drag

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@Drag Sorry for the lateish reply, but all you have to do is add that detail to his sheet, and he's accepted.

(I'm tired from work atm so I'll get on it later)

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

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_{@lavulman@redbaron1234@Oddsbod@wxps350@Savo}

_Japan.^{In the part that's Japan.}

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After the flash faded, Emperor was blinded by rage.

He felt his Onis getting attacked by an invisible foe, he knew this had to be the work of a Nomad. He loudly growled as he faced the woman who had attacked them before. A tall, blue-haired, woman, that was just brimming with ki. It will do nothing to save her. Daichi raised his giant mace up into the air, and swung it around in a circle above his head. With every loop it made, it was surrounded in a thick coat of electricity. Once it was completely surrounded, Daichi quickly launched it directly at Verga.

"My Onis, eliminate the humans!" Daichi shouted as his team of Onis immediately launched themselves at the Nomads. Though, he had one word for Jill. "Justice Rider Clan, eliminate the blue-haired woman and maybe I'll let you survive to warn the other humans!" He growled.

But, there was something on his mind... Where is Aiko? He thought to himself.

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_{Tokyo, downtown.}

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"Oi, noodleman!"

The gruntled Yoko sat upon a man's food cart, with her legs folded, and holding a bowl of noodles in hand while her staff was leaned upon the cart. She was wearing her traditional Hatanaka gi, with consisted of a leotard with no pants, and a gi jacket. Leaving her legs exposed, but she had an annoyed look on her face. As she stared at the terrified cook.

"You gave me burnt noodles! What? Do I look like some dumb bimbo to you!?" Yoko said as she grabbed her staff. "Give me my money back!" She pointed it at him, with her lips poked out.

"Hey! No need to get violent, Ms. Hatanaka!" The carter said, "I'll cook you up a new batch-"

"Oi, no! I want my money back! I need to get to the tournament!" Yoko said as she gave the man an annoyed look, before she poked him with it.

"Don't hit me with that stick again!"

"It's no stick, it's a staff!"

Right then, the huge rainfall picked up, and Yoko looked up. "Oi... nobody said anything about any rain." She said, scratching the side of her head as she looked around the crowded streets. She looked at the stadium that was in the distance. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed the rain swirling around the huge building, and then went, "Oh, no."

The building was being torn to pieces by a sudden hurricane. Yoko hopped off the cart, and broke off into a sprint towards the building. She knew what was going on... she could feel their ki. She could feel the evil presence of the Onis. She never knew that she would encounter the evil beings now of all time, but she was trained all of her life to face them. This was what she lived for... protecting-

During her sprint, she bumped into someone, and stopped as she looked at the person.

It took her a moment to realize just who it was, before she knew it, she was being launched through the air, right into a wall. She was quick to react, and "landed" on the wall, before hopping off. Facing her opponent with little pain, she realized just who she was fighting.

Her first encounter with an Oni.

The evil spirit was grey skinned, had horns, vaguely humanoid. Almost having the shape of a human girl. The pointed ears, horn, and eyes said it all. The demon wore clothes that was a mixture of traditional Oni attire she was told about, and a modern attire. The demoness wore a gi - but her gi jacket was wrapped around her waist, revealing her sports bra that was somewhat concealed by the red beads around her neck.

"So, you're the Hatanaka," The Oni said as she played with the beads around her neck, walking towards Yoko. "Wasn't that hard finding ya'." She crossed her arms.

"Evil spirit!" Yoko loudly shouted. "I must vanquish you!"

"Yeah, yeah, that truth and justice crap," The Oni said, "I wanna know something." She said as she circled Yoko, whom had dropped into a stance, and kept her staff pointed at her at all times.

"I know you lost the sword and all..." She trailed off. "Your punk ass father couldn't-"

The instant the Oni mentioned Yoko's father, the girl lunged at her, jabbing her staff forward - but, the Oni used her superior reflexes to grab the iron club on her back and block. The two were locked in a contest of strength, Aiko's raw brutish power, against Yoko's elegant strength, pushing against each other.

"Don't ever speak of my father!"

"Oh... hit a sore spot, right?" Aiko said as she raised an eyebrow at the girl. She parried the staff, and Yoko took a few steps back. "But, I wish to speak with my grandfather... and possibly return his soul to my father..."

Yoko pursed her lips.

"That'll never happen!" Yoko said as she jabbed at the Oni again, only for the demoness to sidestep. "Not as long as I'm standing."

"... But, you don't know even where the sword is," The Oni said in an annoyed tone, as she pushed the staff to the side. "And you're not even trying to look for it! So shut up."

She swung the iron club, and hit Yoko across the jaw with it, and sent her flying backwards, she quickly walked forward, before saying, "Even if I can't bring my father back the sword, maybe killing you will bring his little revenge-quest to an end..."

She raised her iron club up into the air, and tried to bring it down on Yoko, but the girl quickly deflected the attack with her staff, and used the other end of the staff to watch the grey-skinned girl in the ribs. Pushing her away as Yoko made a full movement and whacked her in the head with the other end. Knocking the demoness over.

"What... are you talking about, demon?" Yoko said as she stayed in position and allowed the Oni to get up, doing one quick jab to hit her in the face with her staff. And the Oni faded away into shadows for a moment, before reappearing a distance away.

"A few young Oni were killed a few days ago," she answered as she raised her club up into the air, and called down a bolt of lightning that empowered it. "and my father intends to repay humanity by killing a million humans..."

She slung her iron club over her shoulder, as she said, "... I want to stop him, before it is too late."

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@Drag Finally, a character named after Penis.

Now, can you give me more definite numbers on how fast he can go? I can't really respond rn since I'm at work.

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@FernStone Finally, a character that symbolizes your love for the Aryan master race.

Accepted.

LIMITS ⫻ Caelea's ability has a painfully short range, which means it's limited, but quite strong. Her ability may have a lot of raw power, but it lacks precision. She may be able to knock a car over with wind, but would find it hard to move a threading needle.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Caelea's power disrupts airflow on a minor spectrum. Which essentially means it's hard for Caelea to breath while using her air powers, to the point where it becomes incredibly difficult. She may suffocate herself if she isn't careful with her power.

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@FernStone Finally, a character that reflects your love for drawing penis.

Accepted (just change "Life Art" into something less retarded, like Artistic Animation or Artist Manifestation, or something something, I don't know).

But first, let make your power cool.

LIMITS ⫻ In other for Rien to manifest an object out of art, they physically have to reach into the painting and pull it out, all while focusing on it. Almost like they were pulling something from another world. Which can make pulling an object out on the fly difficult, as they can't just rip it out. Or they'll damage the painting. The only way they can manifest from a distance is in the presence of the mountain (around eight meters). Once manifested, the object has all the properties of it's real life counterpart (A sword would be hard and sharp, water would flow around and be wet,). So by all means, it's "real." Which means it can be destroyed by any other means, and it may not be that useful to manifest. Though, Rien has to draw the object at least somewhat realistically - or it'll crumble to pieces upon being manifested.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Manifesting art drains the "color" out of Rien. In a literal and metaphorical sense. She'll literally start to lose the color out of her body and clothes until she is black and white. On the other sense, she'll gradually begin to lose her emotions, and ability to feel anything pleasurable. In the most extreme cases, she'll be a hollow, emotionless, husk, that cannot taste, smell, or feel anything good. In addition, water is the primary counter to her manifestations. If exposed to water, they'll gradually lose shape and then fall apart. Getting submerged would completely destroy them.

~ Cystra City - The Art of Sound ~

Finally an RP where I can play a Soundcloud rapper!