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Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

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I don't know what this means, but it doesn't give a pleasant vibe.

@Prisk

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

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Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

Just stopping by to say that I'm jumping out of this. It's a bit too fast and crowded for me! And frankly, above my roleplay level. Have fun everyone!

@Prisk

Mmmmm whatcha saaaaaaay

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

Nathan Ward

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"That's actually pretty funny."

[ 18 | 5'11 | Caucasian Attack Helicopter | 172lbs ]

[Humour]

APPEARANCE

"So I'm a bit of a fat fuck. I'm working on it."

At just under six feet tall and inheriting his dad 's stocky build, Nate is someone who in another world could've had the look of a Schwarzenegger-esque body builder. His only problem? He didn't work towards any of that - instead, he has a substantial bit of fat on to the point of being overweight, though not outright being in the classification of obese. His pale complexion betrays his origins as a Bellevue native.

His eyes hold a solid brown colouration whilst his hair is of a slightly darker complexion, not particularly long but definitely getting towards the shaggy side of things. If he doesn't shave for a while he develops a thin mask of stubble along his lip, cheeks and jawline though it never goes beyond this - and he seldom goes without shaving it for that reason, which in turn contributes to his 'baby face' appearance.

In terms of clothing, there isn't a great deal that can be said about Nate's sense of fashion - he isn't particularly bothered about fashion labels or anything like that and tends to dress with a utilitarian approach, favoring cargo pants over jeans and throwing on whatever shirt and hoodie he's got to hand. It's seldom he's seen wearing anything other than a pair of size twelve trainers.

PSYCHOLOGY

"Just have a good time."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ At this point in life Nate is in the mindset of enjoying himself whilst he can, making connections along the way and developing a career - he's studying towards that later point and has a rough idea of where he would like to be but no clue to get there. Maybe working for his dad if it didn't work out.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻

Nate' primary concern is just to run through and let things happen as they happen and just have a good time in the meanwhile, making friends along the way. He has a fair share of personal doubts about life and himself but he doesn't allow it to show at the surface and instead masks or distracts from it with a combination of humour, impulsive behaviour and other displays in which he is outspoken. On top of this is a tendency to lash out in frustration when humour fails him which itself causes its own issues.

SECRETS ⫻

The recent loss of someone close to Nate is one thing he doesn't particularly dwell on or talk about - he has a habit of masking it and bottling up his frustrations and other demons with his outspoken demeanour. He's also been bullied to varying degrees in the past but this isn't so much a secret as it is an undisclosed topic.

DESIRES ⫻ As said before, Nate wants to enjoy life in the short term and that extends to making some good friends, getting to know others.

He enjoys playing video games and browsing the internet, spending a significant amount of time doing these either of these things - often staying up well into the early hours of the morning when he's not doing something (such as study or work) the following day or even in spite of these things, occasionally to his own detriment.

He doesn't drink often either (being underage doesn't exactly help with that) but when he does he's usually one to try and have a good time, his outspoken demeanour only exacerbated by this.

One other thing he's acknowledged is that he's a little out of shape and as it happens he enjoys going out walking, particularly at night, just to clear his head.

SEXUALITY ⫻ He prefers chicks without the dicks.

FEARS ⫻ Aside from dying fears losing all joy in his life and becoming miserable and depressed, amounting to nothing. Losing or ending up with no friends is another thing that terrifies him - or being ignored.

REPUTATION ⫻ Nate is a newer face to town but those who've paid him any attention have probably come across his sense of humour and how abrasive it can be.

PET PEEVES ⫻ If someone contradicts Nate when he firmly believes it to be factually correct (or incorrect) he will get incredibly frustrated and sometimes end up pressing into an argument about the matter.

QUIRKS ⫻

One of his big problems is that Nate lacks the same kind of "brakes" that others might have and, for example in an argument or discussion he'll be stubborn enough (or fail to take a hint) to keep pushing a subject even when it's clear it's in the best interest of all to stop. Sometimes he has a habit of digging himself into a hole, then digging some more - at points where other people would stop he continues to keep on going too far.

As another example of this, he once took the photo of someone else in high school who'd been an asshole to him, put it on a gay dating website and gave a would-be suitor the guy's phone number and another his address to meet up, only stopping when a meeting was called with all students to warn them that whoever was responsible would be found and punished if it continued. It's one (of many ) examples of the twisted sense of humour he can have and how he can push things too far.

BACKSTORY

"Does it matter? I'm trying to enjoy things here."

Nate's parents divorced early in his life, when he was about five years old - things remained amiable between them however and he initially spent every other weekend travelling between Bellevue and Tacoma, his father having refused to move too far away from him in his earlier years so as to ensure his son didn't grow up without some influence in his life.

This changed as Nate grew olde however and as a successful businessman his dad found that for the greater wealth he had to support his son he had less time to spend with him. Fortnightly visits became monthly, then bi-monthly, depending on things. As a consequence, he spent most of his time with his mom and stepdad and grew closer to them along the way.

Eventually his dad, who was from and owned a significant stake in a business in Farmer Hill moved back to Montana and saw Nate only when he was able to - but life moved on.

In school he did alright, nothing particularly outstanding but nontheless not failing in his grades, though a point was made that if he tried harder he could've done better. He endured a share of bullying just like anyone else but the only thing it did was leave him with a bout of pent up frustration that wouldn't be worked out for years - he made some friends and things seemed alright, particularly towards the end of school.

That was, however until Nate came home one night and his mom didn't turn up at ther usual hour, his stepdad unable to reach her line. Neither of them heard anything until the following morning when they received a knock at their door -her car had got into a head-on collision with a truck, she'd survived that but had been left brain-dead, the decision to cut off her life support coming soon afterwards at the urging of her husband and a reluctant Nate.

Devastated, Nate spent the final third of his time in high school withdrawn, reverting to whatever means he could to numb himself to the grief, his stepdad only able to offer a limited degree of consolation and his biological dad only able to offer financial support. He lost a few friends due to his own actions and as he finished up the school year there was the question of what to do next.

Partially as a measure to offer Nate some new surroundings and partially because he had family there and was therefore better off, his dad arranged for him to stop with his sister (Nate's aunt) at a home he leased them in Blacksmith Square whilst he studied engineering at Grand Ridge, bolstered by the financial support his businesses provided.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"I'm told I'm an expert in knowing things which are useless."

[IT Guy] ⫻ Nate is more than competent when it comes to working with computers and digital equipment alike.

[Encyclopedia] ⫻ Nate has a habit of retaining even the most insignificant piece of information and keeping it in his head, a skill honed by hours of browsing the Internet looking at wikipedia articles about the Second World War or articles about the production of Game of Thrones.

ABSTRACTION

"Can't touch this."

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A tribal symbol of a void, on the back of his neck.

ABSTRACTION ⫻Intangibility - the ability to become intangible to the world.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ By concentrating (or involuntarily if in a stressful situation) Nate can render himself and entities in immediate contact with him (such as clothing or objects in his hand) intangiable and pass through solid materials or, in turn, allow solid objects to pass through him as though he were walking through water.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ (Explain to me how the Abstraction grows stronger in the presence of Mount Ever Reaching. What extra abilities does your character have?) The water-like resistance to movement through solid materials whilst in an intangiable state is reduced by a large margin, allowing Nate to almost jog whilst in this state and retain a greater degree of manoeuvrability. Furthermore, his ability to extend his intangiable state to other entities is expanded to a wider radius around him.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Being in an intangiable state has exposed Nate to a gap between the physical realm and what is beyond and, as a consequence, he is able to pick up on auras affiliated with the dead or the dying. Whilst in his intangiable state Nate can outright see things that he wouldn't be able to otherwise see and whilst he'll learn to tune it out there are some things out there that can be downright fucked up.

LIMITS ⫻ Phasing through objects is incredibly difficult for Nate because there is a resistance. Almost like passing through water, he can't move that fast while phasing. He's limited to a heavily inconvenienced march while phasing. He can only phase for five minutes straight before needing a rest. He also cannot phase through high concentrations of energy, such as power lines, and flames, and anything of the sort.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Phasing reduces his ability to see by a great margin, his vision will be very dark and blurry. He'll no longer be able to see color, and his distance will be greatly reduced. Which makes it incredibly difficult for him to maneuver.

OTHER

"Uh.. something something whatever."

tbd

@Zombiedude101

He's already accepted, scrub.

you're the co-gm jesus christ

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The Campsite - Campfire.

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"Sure thing, babe!" Zoey cheerfully said to the Asian girl - before some mousy chick practically intercepted the bottle, took a sip, and then handed the bottle to the original recipetent. "Ooooookay?"

But, in turn, Zoey was handed a bowl - and it was full of weed! So she couldn't complain. "Sweet! My night's jus-"

But, before she could dig in, Claire had snatched it away from Zoey, and shook her head. "It ain't even the quality pot..." She trailed off, before she shrugged, and pulled out a dutch from her pocket. She began to unravel it a bit, and take out some of the tobacco and replace it with the cannabis. As she lit the joint, she said, "But, I'll take whatever."

"I like how you can tell quality from a look, Claire!" Zoey playfully said.

Claire snorted, before she looked at Tuyen, "I'd be careful downing that so quickly... take sips, or you'll end up like mosshead back there." Claire threw a thumb behind herself. "I don't think you wanna end up being a funny story." She lowly chuckled.

Though, mostly everyone was just sitting here, staring at each other. That was boring... there wasn't anyone in sight to stop them from having fun. "Hey, how about we all stop sitting 'round here staring at each other?" She shrugged. "Talk about something - tell a ghost story, yeah. Even if it's lame... I just think it's weird we're just sitting around a camp fire."

At this point, Britney tore off from the campfire, looking at her phone. Which was weird because, last time she checked, phones don't work this far - phones hardly worked in Farmer Hill. Claire would had given it a bit of thought, if the effects of the cannabis wasn't seeping into her mind.

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The Campsite - Infirmary.

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"Whoa, there, Mosshead," Justin said with a cocky smirk as he helped carry the drunk, green-haired, person (Justin had no idea what their gender was, nor was he gonna figure it out) to the infirmary. "Next time, don't drink half a bottle in a few seconds."

Well, how did Justin end up going to Camp Horror movie? Well, he was mostly roped into it by Britney and Claire (in two separate instances). Mainly Britney, who said that she was going, and that it'd be fun. Justin isn't having any fun. As he had carried the tiny little person over his shoulder, he used the other hand to pull out his phone. No connection. God damn it. Like, seriously, did she ever watch a horror movie before? This was how horror movies start. Everyone goes to some shitty camp in the middle of nowhere, and then Jason-fucking-Voorhees will rise from the fucking lake and fucks everyone with a machete.

No amount of Muai-Thai would save him from that clusterfuck.

And on top of that, he had to carry some drunk thing person to the infirmary. Not out of any real obligation other than helping them. Justin could of done it alone, but he had two other people insist on helping him. Namely being some kid with a British accent, and a shaved head. But, he had like a good four inches on Justin, and somehow he was the one that was exhausted. Justin couldn't help but laugh a little bit at his exhaustion comment. Not really in a "laughing with you" kind of way.

"Don't worry, pal! That's what I'm here for." Justin jovially said. Eventually, they made their way to the infirmary, and were standing at the doors. Justin gestured towards David, and said, "I got her... mind gettin' the door?"

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Britney's irritation grew as not only alcohol was added to the mix, but marijuana.

Claire, and her lapdog Zoey were really something. Britney couldn't help but shake her head, and roll her eyes. And they wonder where their problems start. It was from acting so idiotically irresponsible to pass around alcohol like that - she was almost tempted to report them. But, there was something else on her mind. Her phone vibrated, and she pulled it out... and dreaded the person whom sent her the text message.

She moved faster than ever before, and darted off somewhere secluded. Where she wouldn't be noticed.

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New character, had a blast writing her! She'll be the last... for now.

Lynette Whitney Dominguez

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"Knowledge is everything... or maybe it's nothing. I'll let you decide."

[ 5'6ft | 19 | Haitian | She/Her | 120lb ]

[Fascination]

APPEARANCE

"Looks and brains... I feel like I hit the genetic jackpot."

Lynette is definitely a girl that stands out in the crowd. With her massive head of kinky black hair, and near matching dark skin, she stands out in contrast to the predominately white Farmer Hill. Though, other than that, her aura and demeanor are generally subdued. She generally lingers in the back, out of sight, rather than taking the forefront. Even when she's moving, she doesn't really stand out with any kind of swagger, or confident walk. Her gait is relatively calm, and collected, she slowly takes steps one at a time - and also watches her step in case she steps in or on something. Her voice is soft, but she speaks quietly, and doesn't really shout, or anything of the sort. She can be called mousy, and what gives her a bit of a librarian demeanor is the large, thin-rimmed, glasses, that she wears.

Lynette is definitely African at first glance - specifically Afro-Caribbean with the slight accent she has. What they don't know is that Lynette has a few South American countries in her blood - mainly Brazil, and Argentina, but it goes a bit deeper. Lynette's skin is such a deep black color, that it's hard to tell that she's anything other than black. Her skin is relatively clear - she has a few scars, but nothing that'd really pop up. She does have afro-textured hair, that is very curly, and forms a near-afro of sorts. Her hair is also so dark that it nearly matches her skin. Her hair is very clean and well maintained.

Lynette has plenty of tattoos on her, most of them are easily concealed by her by. On her shoulder, in particular, is the symbol of a raven. Placed over her stomach is a floral wreath that surrounds a moon With the flower being placed right above her belly on. Tattooed on her wrist is a dreamcatcher. On both of her legs, where they start she has a a fancy flowery wreath with feathers hanging off.

Lynette's build is very lanky, and thin, built up from a little bit of yoga and morning jogs to keep the weight off. Though, she definitely isn't without her curves. She has a "bubble-butt" that keeps the boys staring, and has a 36F cup which means she isn't a slouch in the chest department either. This would be great if Lynette had any real interest in romance. Probably the most defining feature about Lynette's face is her full pointed lips, and her small, brown, almond-shaped eyes. Her jawline is sharp, and her cleft-chin is hardly noticeable given how it blends into the rest of her face. Her abnormally large, crescent-shaped ears are thankfully hidden by her enormous afro.

PSYCHOLOGY

"I'm something alright... a lot of different things I'm trying to figure out. But, one thing I'm not is stupid. So, don't take me for it."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Lynette is trying to figure out her family's past, and what exactly are the "Witch Mothers." All trails point towards Farmer Hill, and she's not going to stop until she finds out about her family's past.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Lynette takes a page from Albert Einstein, and says that her life philosophy at its basis is to create satisfaction for herself and other people, and to create something from nothing. Which means that the only way she'll be happy is by learning, and finding out about herself, and her past that she didn't know. Not just for the sake of it, because it's something that she's passionate about.

SECRETS ⫻ One thing that Lynette keeps hush hush about is her fascination with occultism and her search into her grandmother's past. For starters, she doesn't want to sound like some devil worshipping kook - and the fact that she'll probably sound crazy.

DESIRES ⫻ Lynette desires learning, and creativity, though a part of her desires a partner or two to share all this knowledge with. Somebody who's intelligent as she is, and is capable of discussing all of her philosophical concepts with.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Lynette isn't quite sure of what she wants... or if she's even sexual at all. She's tried it with both boys, and even girls, and... it just didn't work. She just wasn't "feeling it." Maybe it was because she had other things on her mind, and no time for romance.

FEARS ⫻ Lynette fears nothing in particular.

REPUTATION ⫻ Lynette's reputation in Farmer Hill isn't the best... she's known merely as a nosy girl, due to her habits of trying to dig into the town's past. Mostly the parts about the town's past that nobody wants uncovered.

PET PEEVES ⫻ People who expect her to conform to "norms" or other such things and think that she's strange for deviating from them are on top of Lynette's shitlist. She's dealt with a lifetime of being thinking that she's strange because she doesn't get along with people that well, and doesn't want anymore of it.

QUIRKS ⫻ Has a habit of freezing when put on the spot, and can be thrown off by people sometimes. She also carries around her grandmother's journal around everywhere in her purse. Also signs her name with her middle initial.

BACKSTORY

"How did I go from New York to the middle of nowhere? Here, lemme tell you."

Lynette's past was relatively simple: was born in New York as the daughter to a father that worked for one of the big companies situated there. He was no CEO, but he definitely had more than a living wage - all because of good schooling. Lynette's mother was a deaf woman who was one of his coworkers that were brought upon to show that his business is diverse. Eventually, the two got romantically involved, and he ended up marrying her - not before putting a baby in her! That baby was Lynette, the oldest child and start of a vast family with five other siblings coming after her.

Lynette and her siblings were given the best schooling money could buy - and with daddy Dominguez going nowhere, money kept flowing in. She was relatively close to her mother, because her father was busy and she was left alone with raising the kids. Lynette was a bit different than her siblings, because as where they sought out social interaction, Lynette sought out knowledge. She was far more academic than her siblings. She wasn't the most socially outgoing person, but she was by no means socially awkward. She was good enough with interactions to help her gain a friend or two, but largely was ignored by the masses.

Which was fine with Lynette, her raging curiosity was what kept her motivated. Once she hit her teens, puberty hit and she grew out finely. Good enough to attract the attention of a few boys... but none of them went anywhere because it was difficult for Lynette to connect with them - or they just wanted into her pants. She pushed them away... and eventually, through the help of a friend, found the joys of videogaming. It was pretty much her fun outlet she used when she wasn't studying, or researching something. It came to the point where her sisters tried their damn near hardest to pull her away from the consoles, but it wouldn't work.

Lynette gained another hobby when she was digging through her mother's belongings one night - out of a boredom induced curiosity - and found a journal. A journal that belonged to her late-grandmother, oddly written in clear english. It spoke of a line of women that were known as "Witch Mothers," back in her home, and were practitioners of magic. Healers of a different variety that used their talents for good, or bad. Lynette became immediately fascinated with the practice, and immediately went to research it online... only to find nothing of it. She looked into Vodou, but it was nothing like what the journal talked about (or even how the West depicted the religion).

So, Lynette launched a clandestine search into her past, and roots, and surprisingly there are no traces or records of any ancestors past her grandmother - even though her journal explicitly said that there was a long line. Lynette also dug into any form of practice of magic or occultism, and became quite fascinated by the various arts - especially witchcraft. She seemingly became an expert in it in the months that she had researched into it. However, she didn't find a trace of the Witch Mothers, or her bloodline - what she did find, was a little clue to her search.

The end of her grandmother's journal was burnt off, but it mentioned a place known as "Farmer Hill" being a "Nexus." Which was a weird phrase, but Lynette did some googling, and found Farmer Hill, Montana. Which was the only trace she could find. She had become near-obsessed with her grandmother's legacy, and wasn't going to leave it alone at this. So, once she finished high-schools lined up... but she settled on Grand Ridge. Just so she can get to the bottom of this, then transfer to an actually good college.

She started towards her degree in STEM.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"I don't know everything, just what I know."

Spanish ⫻ Lynette has a lot of Spanish in her family, so naturally, she saw to it that she picks up the language. She had her family teach her a little bit, before taking a class in Spanish in high school to perfect it. She, naturally, is very skilled at communicating in Spanish, and can hold conversations at length in Spanish. Though, in Farmer Hill, she just calls people names.

ASL ⫻ Another language that Lynette has picked up dude to having a deaf mother was sign language. Since she was a little girl, she has played interpreter for her so things would be easy. So, naturally, she knows this like the back of her hand. She probably knows sign language as well as she knows English.

Knowledge ⫻ Lynette has always been a Grade-A student. She has spent a great amount of time learning as much as she possibly can from a variety of subjects through her schooling year. Mainly things such as English, Psychology, Geography, and so on. She's incredibly booksmart.

Gaming ⫻ Lynette is also an avid gamer, and that's pretty much what she pretty much spends most of her spare time doing as has more fun with a controller and keyboard than chatting with somebody. She plays a variety of different games, her favorite being competitive games.

Occultism ⫻ Lynette has devoted a great deal of time in researching the various occultic practices of the world. It wasn't all that useful, and was just a little hobby of hers... but she's about to make great usage out of it.

ABSTRACTION

"Am I... a Witch Mother now...?"

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ In the middle of her chest, in between both of her breasts, is a glyph.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Elemental Glyphs, the ability to produce different elemental effects by drawing their glyphs on an object.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Lynette's abstraction is rooted in her fascination in the magical and occult parts of her past, mixed with her interest in spiritualism, and the symbolisms of other cultures. She has an abstraction that is best described as Glyph Magic. How it works is that she basically draws one of five symbols on an object, and an elemental (or psychic) effect (or better described as a "spell") is created from the glyph. Lynette has access to six different elementals; four that represent the classic elements, and another that represents a contemporary one. They are Fire, Water, Air, Earth, and Psychic, each with their own symbol that needs to be drawn to access their power. After drawing the glyph, Lynette, at will, can command the glyph to use their spell. It can be a fireball, to a wall of ice, to a tremor shock, to even a miniature tornado. However, the scale of the glyph is what dictates its strength. A glyph drawn on her palm will be be able to produce basketball-sized effects (Fireball, ice-ball, etc), while a glyph the size of a car is what will allow her to create the more powerful effects.

There is no real limit to how large or small a glyph can be. In theory, she can create a glyph that encompasses fields, or even the size of countries. That's only a theory, however, as in practice it'd take incredible amounts of time and effort to pull off, and it can easily be interrupted. In addition, Lynette can create glyphs out of any material, on any surface - she just has to draw the glyph. She can draw it in the dirt with a stick, or even draw it on herself with a marker. The glyphs have a "charge," or are a battery, that deplete with usage. The smaller "spells" use less of a charge, while the larger ones take up a lot more energy. The larger glyphs, of course, hold a bigger charge.

Below are the elements Lynette has access to:

Fire: Fire Spells are fairly straight forward as far as elements go. It's essentially conjuring flames, and Lynette has the ability to conjure said flames in a variety of different forms. From the simple fireball to a massive wave of fire. It's fairly flexible in usage, and the damage it causes cannot be ignored.

Water: Water is the element that Lynette has the highest affinity towards, which means this form of magic is the strongest, and she can do the most with it. Water comes in several forms: Liquid, gas, and solid. In it's liquid form, Lynette is able to create water in a variety of different shapes. From a jet-stream, a whip, an orb of water, and more. In its liquid form, Lynette is only really able to create obscuring mist, and fog. However, in it's ice form, Lynette is able to create ice in nearly any shape imaginable, limited only by quality. She is capable of manipulating existing water forms by creating a glyph near it.

Air: Unlike the other elements Lynette is unable to create air, but has to manipulate existing air. It's as straightforward as manipulating fire: she can move air in a variety of different forms. From creating breezes, squalls, gusts, whirlwinds, zephyrs, gales, tempests, and even hurricanes if she's able to create a glyph large enough.

Earth: Probably the most destructive, and the element that she has the least affinity towards, but it's easily the most destructive. Earth allows her to manipulate all forms of stone, from natural to artificial. She can cause earth to completely reshape, or send it flying at somebody. She's also capable of manipulating soil, and plant life to a smaller extent. She can even cause tremors by drawing the glyph on the ground.

Psychic: The psychic element is the most esoteric of the five. It has two main properties: telekinesis and telepathy. Telekinesis is simply put the ability to move objects with her mind, as long as the glyph persists. Lifting big and heavy objects require a larger glyph, of course. The telepathic aspect of the abstraction allows her to look into people's minds by drawing the glyph on their head, and focusing on them. She first gazes upon surface thoughts, but it takes a bit more focus to view deep down thoughts and memories. It has a range of around twenty or so feet.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ The mountain's graces allow Lynette to effectively cast spells without needing to draw glyphs first. She gains the ability to manifest "ghost glyphs" on objects by focusing really hard, and creating them on the object. These ghost glyphs effectively are the same as her regular glyphs, but have one usage before they disappear for good. It takes a few moments for them to manifest, and it takes a lengthy wait before the larger ones appear. In addition, if she draws a glyph, she'll be able to cast larger spells from smaller glyphs, and far more efficiently.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Lynette's aura reading has two ways to activate it. For starters, she can sense the auras of whatever she has drawn a glyph on long as the glyph persists. She can sense it five meter radius. This is more of a "sub" aura-reading ability. The main side of the aura reading roots in her fascination with magic, and occultism. She has the ability to sense whoever uses a magical or extra-normal ability in a twenty-two meter radius, long as they are actively using it. It doesn't work on abilities that work passively.

LIMITS ⫻ To even access the meat of her abstraction, Lynette needs to draw it first. Which can be difficult in a lot of situations and circumstances. It may be easy enough to draw a small glyph, but in order to use the meat of her abstraction she'll need to draw a larger glyph. In addition, the glyph needs to be neatly, and cleanly drawn, or else it won't be nearly as effective. Lynette can only have three active glyphs at a time (five when she's in the presence of the mountain). When she reaches this limit and creates a new one, the oldest glyph will immediately fade away. She can only interact with these glyphs in a five meter radius, once she's outside of it, they are effectively useless until she gets back in range. The glyphs will also fade away after twenty minutes.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ The glyphs can be destroyed, by either supernatural or mundane means. Even smudging it greatly is enough to render it useless. In addition, glyphs can be destroyed by being exposed to their opposing element (Fire can be erased by a cup of water, air can be removed by a rock, etc). In addition, Lynette lacks any immunities or protections from these elements - and neither does whatever she draws the glyphs on. She can be burned by fire, frozen by ice, and so on... so it's ill-advised that she creates the glyphs on herself. Lest she wants to give herself a nasty burn.

OTHER

"I wonder where the trail ends... I hope it's satisfying, at least."

Nothing to note.

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I'm gonna write a Justin post later... Would anyone like to help him escort Rien to the infirmary?

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The GM has no plan

Abandon thread

@JunkMail

The plan is for Dexter to get tentacled fucked by monsters twenty times in a row until not even his expansive asshole can take anymore.

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THE IC IS UP BOIZZZZZZ

I'm sorry I didn't set up situations like I said I would. I was thinking so hard on what to do, that I just couldn't come up with something to do right off the bat. So we'll organically come up with stuff.

So, ya'll have a choice; you can participate in the campfire scene, or you can do something elsewhere. I have some ideas.

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^{Anger ÷ Regret - Fear...}

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8:23 PM. August 7th, Pre-Awakening.

A powerful breeze rushed through the forest, which was otherwise undisturbed. On this normally hot summer night, the gust of wind was surprising, but not all that unwelcomed. The forest seemingly sung for the brief instant the wind had come to disturb all the trees, animals, and other such fauna. But, the shitty ass forest wasn't the only thing being disturbed this night.

A girl was standing, with a cigarette pressed against her lips with one hand... and a lighter that had been put out by the unusually strong wind. She sighed, as with a single, slight, motion of her thumb, she had reignited the lighter and sucked in with the cancer-stick in it's flame. The cigarette's end was promptly set alite with the burning-orange glow that seemed to pierced through the near darkness of the camp-site. Old habits seemed to follow her wherever the hell she went, so, naturally she found herself smoking. Even in a place which had a clear no smoking rule. Well, mama needed her nicotine fix, so they can sue her.

The only thing to keep her company was the night sky - illuminated by the full moon that was the only thing keeping the place from being pitch black other than the lights from the camp. Heh, if she was one of those superstitious types. Though, she had to admit that this campsite had some great scenery... was a moderately sized place that was set next to a beautiful lake. There were rows and rows of cabins, with some other buildings to fulfill the other needs such as the cafeteria, the head office... and so on. Everything was made out of a prisk wood, finely furnished.

There was something odd here, and it wasn't the fact that it was literally horror-movie R' Us. It was oddly close to the "No-Go" zone that the "township officials" have been hell-bent on keeping. To the point where the camp was built right on the fence. The girl took in a puff, and looked up at the mountain... that creepy place where no one was permitted to go past for some reason, and the people that do end up going missing. There was something fishy about that place, but it was probably better that she didn't ask any question.

As she was gazing upon the mountain... an aberration had appeared in her vision. It first appeared like a sun as she gazed upon the mountain - a bright orange orb that had strange black tendrils coming from it. It caused the rest of Claire's vision to start glowing a bright red color as she desperately looked around and there was nothing left but an endless void of an orange light. She looked at her hands and realized that they were being surrounded by a strange rust. She dropped to her knees, as the cigarette carelessly fell out of her hands into the void, and she grasped her head with both hands... as she seemingly gave up.

"... Hey there." Hearing the voice of another person made the girl come back to reality. She looked around, everything was back to normal. She could see the cigarette burning on the grass beneath her feet. If it wasn't so green, there probably would had been a risk for a fire starting. Just to be safe, she crushed it underneath her foot, and then turned around. The first sight was the tall, slightly pale, figure with the darkest hair that had strands of a cyan color contrasting against them. She was grinning, as the girl knew exactly who this person is... she was holding something behind her back, and that made her raise an eyebrow.

"... Yeah, Claire, ya' read me?" She said, "... What in the world did ya' put in that cigarette?" She said with a cheeky grin that almost made Claire sick to her stomach.

Claire looked up at the girl who had a few inches on the already tall girl, and said, "... I just gotta headache, Zoey." She shook her head.

"Ooooh, you know what gets rid of headaches?" Zoey said in a sing-song voice, with a smile. She pulled a bottle of Smirnoff out from behind her, not even opened. She triumphantly said, "Tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Claire raised an eyebrow, "... I dunno if you know how headaches work," She pointed at the bottle and incredulously said, "That tends to cause headaches."

"Only if you can't hold your liquor!" Zoey said. "The gang's having a campfire, let's spice it up and tell ghost stories."

Claire grinned. That was the thing about Zoey... she could make Claire smile regardless the circumstances. "Lead the way, then. I could use a little liquor to spice up this boring ass camping trip."

"That's what I like to hear!" Zoey said as she stepped off the hill, followed by Claire. The grass made slight rustling sounds with every step they took. Claire had a feeling where the campfire was from the time she was on the hill, so she didn't exactly need Zoey to guide her. She just walked by her side because why not? They were friends, after all.

They marched through the campsite side by side, Claire had her hands in her pockets. She had paid attention to the people in the camp... as she always had. Some had traded glances with her... or were just admiring her. Just the thought of her being "so easy" made people think that she was a lot more attractive. The first person that they had passed was Karma... a girl that nobody knew. Just leaning up against a tree, not too far away from the campfire listening to music. She kept everyone at arm's length, but Claire was oh so special enough to be let in. She hadn't noticed Claire at first, but when she entered her line of sight, she blew Karma a kiss. Just to be snarky.

When they were approaching, somebody was already being carried off by three people - one of em' being Justin. It was some girl? Or boy? Claire didn't know - what she did know that the person was already wasted. She could tell from the rambling, uncoordinated movement, and her red face. Claire almost broke out in laughter. It ain't that kind of camp, sister.

Finally approaching the campfire, it was almost like a scene out of a movie. A group of kids surrounding an illuminate flame that was created by burning wood. Various kids were sitting around the flame on either a log, or a foldable chair. There were plenty of people here, including people that Claire had known. Namely the illustrious Britney Williams, the big old bruiser Hagan Rosefey, and some of the others like that crippled girl that she keeps seeing around the campus.

Claire wanted a quiet approach, and just sitting down, but Zoey had... other ideas.

".... Heeeeeeeeey, whaddup!" Zoey loudly said. "Anyone ready to turn this boring camping trip into a party!?"

Claire had rolled her eyes, as everyone silently stared at Zoey. She awkwardly looked around as she said, "Huh? Huh?"

"... It's not that kind of camping trip, Zoey." The first person to speak up was Britney, the tall African-American girl spoke up. Whom was sitting next to the mousy Kimberly Walton, whom was too busy looking at her phone - browsing her youtube channel's comments, and Jordan Nichols, whom looked very uncomfortable at the mention of alcohol.

"... But, I'll still take a swig!" Hagan said as he came over with a large, cheeky, grin on his face. Zoey smiled as she took a sip, then passed it over to Hagan.

Claire shrugged as she just said, "So, what are we doin' here? Exchanging ghost stories?" She asked.

"Oh?" Kimberly playfully said. "I thought we were waiting for Jason Voorhees to rise out of the lake."

Britney shrugged off Kimberly comment, and said, "Oh, we were just talking."

"About?" Claire incredulously said, before she was passed the bottle of vodka, and took a long sip. "If we're just talking about our day, let's stop with that boring shit already." She near-growled.

"Ooooh! I got more liquor in my cabin if anyone's interested in making this get together a par-tay."

"... How much damn alcohol did you sneak here?" Claire asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh," Zoey said. "I have my ways."

In the distance, there was a figure watching them...