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Konan375Ocllo chuckled at his last comment. I think I need two weeks. She thought. She felt exhausted, but being with her friends made her feel a bit more energetic, or perhaps that was the stimulants kicking in again. She sat down at a desk, the book still in hand but gave Richard and his plan her full attention.
This project was something new and wonderful to think about, it would keep her mind off... Halloween. She felt as though she would never do Halloween ever again. She decided that she would forget tonight, bury it somewhere deep in her subconscious and never speak of it again.
Except now there was Jack. Would it be so easy to bury?
“That is a good plan. If you are going to look into Clowers, I’ll do some research on the facility.” She felt as though she could safely make an inquiry, and perhaps even arrange a visitation. Her friends did not need to know that talking to doctors and medical administrators was an area of experience for her. She tried to make it seem as if she were simply taking her share of the plan-pie.
“Which leaves you with, hm, making sure your folks are okay with us staying over.” She tried not to look tired, according to ‘the story’ Richard and Addie had a much more frantic evening. She tucked her dark hair behind her ears. “Are you sure they would be okay with that?”
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Hello everyone!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
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If anyone thinks that I should know anything about their outfit that might not be on the cs that might concern Quin's powers let me know ^_^
XD death!
He will crush him like Arnold...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4lnVx2BAYk
He will crush him like Arnold...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4lnVx2BAYk
Thanks!
Oooh sweet. Great idea! Three is a lot that can still be done with natural fibers. The ancestors were clever! :)
Oooh sweet. Great idea! Three is a lot that can still be done with natural fibers. The ancestors were clever! :)
Hello everyone ^_^
Quin entered the kitchen with a song on her lips. A thin white wire coiled up from her purse around her arm and into her ears where the earbuds were nestled therein. Her arms were full of groceries and her hips wiggled to a beat only she could hear.
“I stay out too late. Got nothing in my brain! That’s what people say na-na-na na na!”
She put the groceries on the counter and looked at the full sink of dishes. She raised her eyebrows and crossed to the refrigerator. Opening it she raised her other brow. She’d need to clear out some space. Out-with-the-old-and-in-with-the-new!
She closed the refrigerator and approached the sink. The wiggle and dance-step becoming more vigorous as she extended her arms toward the smelly mass. “And the haters gonna hate-hate-hate-hate-hate-hate-”
Her sleeves rolled themselves up to her shoulders, and the layers of bracelets loosened and slid upwards along her arms until they were well above her elbows, as if by magic.
She reached for the soap, and squeezing out the blue liquid.
Then the alarm sounded. Sound filled the room. She tore out her earbuds and frowned at the dishes and the groceries on the counter. The smell would only get worse, and the milk might expire while she was gone! Yet, she had to act immediately, for expired milk was nothing to consider against someone’s life!
She abandoned the mess and fled toward her duty.
She had chosen her outfit quickly, not knowing the nature of the emergency an all-purpose-daytime-outfit would hopefully do. The outfit was red, pink, and white. The spider silk cape was pink and fluttered around her ankles, Her umbrella red and strapped to her back. Her other weapons, two fans inside folds of her blouse and a coil of silk rope secured around her waist. Her legs were covered by a pleated skirt that ended just above her knees. Her feet sported pink sandals and beaded anklets. Her face was disguised by a lace mask that clung to her face without any straps that would ruin her look. Her hair tied up in a simple braided coil atop her head.
“Little Brother!” She was the second to arrive after him. She gave her leader a quick look-over. If Little Brother didn’t know Quin so well, he might think she was checking-him-out. In reality, she was looking over his cloths. Without asking or saying a word Quin reached out and touched his cloak. The thing quivered slightly, and all the lint repelled itself off the fabric with a 'poof', and all the wrinkles ironed themselves out with a 'snap'.
“What’s the emergency?”
“I stay out too late. Got nothing in my brain! That’s what people say na-na-na na na!”
She put the groceries on the counter and looked at the full sink of dishes. She raised her eyebrows and crossed to the refrigerator. Opening it she raised her other brow. She’d need to clear out some space. Out-with-the-old-and-in-with-the-new!
She closed the refrigerator and approached the sink. The wiggle and dance-step becoming more vigorous as she extended her arms toward the smelly mass. “And the haters gonna hate-hate-hate-hate-hate-hate-”
Her sleeves rolled themselves up to her shoulders, and the layers of bracelets loosened and slid upwards along her arms until they were well above her elbows, as if by magic.
She reached for the soap, and squeezing out the blue liquid.
Then the alarm sounded. Sound filled the room. She tore out her earbuds and frowned at the dishes and the groceries on the counter. The smell would only get worse, and the milk might expire while she was gone! Yet, she had to act immediately, for expired milk was nothing to consider against someone’s life!
She abandoned the mess and fled toward her duty.
She had chosen her outfit quickly, not knowing the nature of the emergency an all-purpose-daytime-outfit would hopefully do. The outfit was red, pink, and white. The spider silk cape was pink and fluttered around her ankles, Her umbrella red and strapped to her back. Her other weapons, two fans inside folds of her blouse and a coil of silk rope secured around her waist. Her legs were covered by a pleated skirt that ended just above her knees. Her feet sported pink sandals and beaded anklets. Her face was disguised by a lace mask that clung to her face without any straps that would ruin her look. Her hair tied up in a simple braided coil atop her head.
“Little Brother!” She was the second to arrive after him. She gave her leader a quick look-over. If Little Brother didn’t know Quin so well, he might think she was checking-him-out. In reality, she was looking over his cloths. Without asking or saying a word Quin reached out and touched his cloak. The thing quivered slightly, and all the lint repelled itself off the fabric with a 'poof', and all the wrinkles ironed themselves out with a 'snap'.
“What’s the emergency?”
Name: Lim Liquin (Quin for short)
Alias: Silk Worm
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Height: 4’8”
Weight: 100lbs soaking wet.
Build: Pear shaped.
Appearance:
Quin is a lovely girl, pale peachy toned skin that is always clean, smooth. Her face is always completely made-up, and she keeps her long black hair carefully styled and coiled in some interesting manner.
Quin certainly dresses to impress. She makes many of her own clothes and accessories, taking inspiration from the latest trends in fashion, art, and media. She can go through a ‘phase’ like Madonna, or simply try something new once and awhile. Her collection grows as she is constantly making new things, shopping, and revamping her style.
Apparel/Costume: Silk Worm’s costume varies a bit each time she goes out. She dresses for the occasion. However there are some common themes.
Cape: Not only does it make her look quite suave with it’s long and flowing hemline, but it can be used in cloak-and-dagger style fighting, and when fully extended it can act as a sail or a set of wings to glide upon. It is made entirely from spider silk.
Umbrella: Not only does it keep the rain off, but the umbrella can also act as a shield, It is as light as a normal umbrella, but as strong as riot shield an officer might use.
Fan: A pretty weapon, not only can it keep her cool on a hot day, but it has a razor sharp edge. The fan is a traditional Kung Fu weapon which is where she learned to use it.
Pockets: She has tons of hidden pockets under her cloths. For all the little things she needs! Can’t go anywhere without extra lip balm…
Rope: She has a long coil of thick rope. Not only can it be used to scale a building or a cliff edge, but she can use her power to make it a long snakelike appendage to fight with like a whip or lasso, for for other utilitarian purposes.
Bracelets and necklaces: Her arms, neck, wrists, and even ankles are adorned with woven and beaded bracelets. Of all materials, hemp, wool, silk, alpaca… Each type of fiber has a slightly different advantage. This method helps her ensure she will never run out of ammo. The weaving pattern of the jewelry is an efficient way to carry miles of fiber without much fuss.
Her outfit is ever evolving. She is constantly tweaking it, changing the hemline and the design. For different mission she might bring a different set of necklaces or outfits.
Powers and Abilities:
Her talent lies in fibers and fabrics, natural fabrics to be more specific. She has the ability to manipulate these materials as she touches them, or change their nature when she weaves them. For example:
Cloth-kinesis: She has to be touching the material for it to work. When touching a natural fiber or fabric, she has telekinetic control over it. She can change it’s shape, make it move in the way and direction she wills it, she can control it as if it becomes an extension of herself, like an arm or a tentacle. The bigger the fabric the more effort it requires, and the less-pure the fabric is the more difficult it would be.
Crafting super-cloths: She makes a lot of her own clothes and fabrics, if she is weaving them herself she can permanently affect the nature of the material. For example, making a fabric more sturdy, or waterproof, or bullet proof, or reflective or… any number of things. The more complicated the attribute the more time and concentration is required, or perhaps she will have to find a specific or rare fiber.
Limitations:
Touch: She must be touching the fabric with her body.
Natural fibers only: She can only force her will upon fibers made from organic materials. Therefore man made fabrics and materials such as polyester, nylon, and Kevlar are beyond her capabilities to manipulate.
Skills:
Crafty: Sewing, knitting, needlepoint, crochet, crafting, weaving, drafting… In all the things most popular on pinterest Quin is quite talented.
Bilingual: She speaks English and Chinese.
Kung Fu: She has learned Kung Fu from her family, who own and operate a small Kung Fu School in Jump City. Their style, which they call Lim-Gar (“Lim family style”), is considered an ‘internal’ style of martial art. The emphasis is on meditation, mental training, controlling chi, and soft movements that redirect the opponent's energy rather than oppose it with brute force. Quin is hardly an expert or master of this style, but as a result of her training she is even-tempered in a fight, flexible, agile, and able to defend herself against untrained combatants.
Musical: Plays the violin, and guitar, and piano.
Domestic skills: She has a knack for cooking, cleaning and organizing.
Personality: Quin is friendly and excitable. Warm and whimsical. She can be somewhat superficial, as she is often focused on the beauty-of-a-thing, however as a crafts-person she understands that bringing out the beauty-of-a-thing requires patience and careful work, both of which she is willing to put forward. She has some odd habits and tendencies, such as collecting bugs for her spider-pets in public places, or pushing the tag on the back of your shirt away without warning you. These things might put other people off but Quin herself is never uncomfortable in her own skin. Quin exudes confidence that is tough to deter.
History: Quin was raised by her parents in the China-Town of Jump City. She spent most of her time in her family's Kung-Fu studio. She certainly enjoyed herself there, but her passion and talent were not for the martial arts. From a young age little Quin was always getting her hands on something and changing it’s shape, crafting it into something else. Her parents encouraged this, and after some trial and error in an attempt to focus her they found their daughter was most fond of fabric.
This made her mother happy, as it seemed young Quin was taking after her late grandmother had been a very talented seamstress and laundress, some people claimed that what her grandmother did was like magic! but that was a long time ago and an old wives tale.
She learned traditional sewing from her mother and the other women in her community. Occasionally they would see her doing something odd, but just figured it was her way of being creative and experimenting. Yet they began to suspect that she was more than just a talented seamstress.
At age eight Quin put on a magic show for her father’s birthday, and pulled the table-cloth out from under the dining table without spilling any contents. The long table sat 40 people.
They found her harboring and protecting spiders, worms, and moths in her room. At first her parents were outrage, she cried and cried when they made her get rid of her ‘friends’ and wouldn’t speak with them afterward.
She became very depressed, her parents took her to a doctor (who found nothing wrong with her), and then an acupuncturist and herbalist (They of course believed in traditional Chinese medicine). The acupuncturist told them that her daughters vital energy was unbalanced, and it was very different than the vital energy of a normal person. She likely had a unusual latent talent. He warned that if it could not be expressed her energy would remain unbalanced and she would become ill no matter what else they did.
Her parents started thinking about the worms and spiders, wondering if that had something to do with her latent-talent. So they bought her a ‘grow-your-own-butterfly-form-a-caterpillar’ science kit for her birthday. They told her that she had a latent talent, something special, and encouraged her to meditate and try and figure out what it might be.
She giggled, and proudly told them that she had already discovered her talent. She touched her bed-sheets and the sprung to life, she made the shape of a butterfly and she held it in the air. She thanked them for their gift, and named the caterpillar Xiaopang (“Fatty”).
With no one to teach her she had to experiment and learn her abilities and limitations on her own.
As she got older she heard of super heroes and meta-humans, but no one who seemed to be like her. One day she visited the Titans Tower out of curiosity, hearing that it once was the home of a teenaged super-hero team.
She met Little Brother, and made herself at home. She was actually the first to join him, and she helped clean the tower up and make it ready for the new team.
Alias: Silk Worm
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Height: 4’8”
Weight: 100lbs soaking wet.
Build: Pear shaped.
Appearance:
Quin is a lovely girl, pale peachy toned skin that is always clean, smooth. Her face is always completely made-up, and she keeps her long black hair carefully styled and coiled in some interesting manner.
Quin certainly dresses to impress. She makes many of her own clothes and accessories, taking inspiration from the latest trends in fashion, art, and media. She can go through a ‘phase’ like Madonna, or simply try something new once and awhile. Her collection grows as she is constantly making new things, shopping, and revamping her style.
Apparel/Costume: Silk Worm’s costume varies a bit each time she goes out. She dresses for the occasion. However there are some common themes.
Cape: Not only does it make her look quite suave with it’s long and flowing hemline, but it can be used in cloak-and-dagger style fighting, and when fully extended it can act as a sail or a set of wings to glide upon. It is made entirely from spider silk.
Umbrella: Not only does it keep the rain off, but the umbrella can also act as a shield, It is as light as a normal umbrella, but as strong as riot shield an officer might use.
Fan: A pretty weapon, not only can it keep her cool on a hot day, but it has a razor sharp edge. The fan is a traditional Kung Fu weapon which is where she learned to use it.
Pockets: She has tons of hidden pockets under her cloths. For all the little things she needs! Can’t go anywhere without extra lip balm…
Rope: She has a long coil of thick rope. Not only can it be used to scale a building or a cliff edge, but she can use her power to make it a long snakelike appendage to fight with like a whip or lasso, for for other utilitarian purposes.
Bracelets and necklaces: Her arms, neck, wrists, and even ankles are adorned with woven and beaded bracelets. Of all materials, hemp, wool, silk, alpaca… Each type of fiber has a slightly different advantage. This method helps her ensure she will never run out of ammo. The weaving pattern of the jewelry is an efficient way to carry miles of fiber without much fuss.
Her outfit is ever evolving. She is constantly tweaking it, changing the hemline and the design. For different mission she might bring a different set of necklaces or outfits.
Powers and Abilities:
Her talent lies in fibers and fabrics, natural fabrics to be more specific. She has the ability to manipulate these materials as she touches them, or change their nature when she weaves them. For example:
Cloth-kinesis: She has to be touching the material for it to work. When touching a natural fiber or fabric, she has telekinetic control over it. She can change it’s shape, make it move in the way and direction she wills it, she can control it as if it becomes an extension of herself, like an arm or a tentacle. The bigger the fabric the more effort it requires, and the less-pure the fabric is the more difficult it would be.
Crafting super-cloths: She makes a lot of her own clothes and fabrics, if she is weaving them herself she can permanently affect the nature of the material. For example, making a fabric more sturdy, or waterproof, or bullet proof, or reflective or… any number of things. The more complicated the attribute the more time and concentration is required, or perhaps she will have to find a specific or rare fiber.
Limitations:
Touch: She must be touching the fabric with her body.
Natural fibers only: She can only force her will upon fibers made from organic materials. Therefore man made fabrics and materials such as polyester, nylon, and Kevlar are beyond her capabilities to manipulate.
Skills:
Crafty: Sewing, knitting, needlepoint, crochet, crafting, weaving, drafting… In all the things most popular on pinterest Quin is quite talented.
Bilingual: She speaks English and Chinese.
Kung Fu: She has learned Kung Fu from her family, who own and operate a small Kung Fu School in Jump City. Their style, which they call Lim-Gar (“Lim family style”), is considered an ‘internal’ style of martial art. The emphasis is on meditation, mental training, controlling chi, and soft movements that redirect the opponent's energy rather than oppose it with brute force. Quin is hardly an expert or master of this style, but as a result of her training she is even-tempered in a fight, flexible, agile, and able to defend herself against untrained combatants.
Musical: Plays the violin, and guitar, and piano.
Domestic skills: She has a knack for cooking, cleaning and organizing.
Personality: Quin is friendly and excitable. Warm and whimsical. She can be somewhat superficial, as she is often focused on the beauty-of-a-thing, however as a crafts-person she understands that bringing out the beauty-of-a-thing requires patience and careful work, both of which she is willing to put forward. She has some odd habits and tendencies, such as collecting bugs for her spider-pets in public places, or pushing the tag on the back of your shirt away without warning you. These things might put other people off but Quin herself is never uncomfortable in her own skin. Quin exudes confidence that is tough to deter.
History: Quin was raised by her parents in the China-Town of Jump City. She spent most of her time in her family's Kung-Fu studio. She certainly enjoyed herself there, but her passion and talent were not for the martial arts. From a young age little Quin was always getting her hands on something and changing it’s shape, crafting it into something else. Her parents encouraged this, and after some trial and error in an attempt to focus her they found their daughter was most fond of fabric.
This made her mother happy, as it seemed young Quin was taking after her late grandmother had been a very talented seamstress and laundress, some people claimed that what her grandmother did was like magic! but that was a long time ago and an old wives tale.
She learned traditional sewing from her mother and the other women in her community. Occasionally they would see her doing something odd, but just figured it was her way of being creative and experimenting. Yet they began to suspect that she was more than just a talented seamstress.
At age eight Quin put on a magic show for her father’s birthday, and pulled the table-cloth out from under the dining table without spilling any contents. The long table sat 40 people.
They found her harboring and protecting spiders, worms, and moths in her room. At first her parents were outrage, she cried and cried when they made her get rid of her ‘friends’ and wouldn’t speak with them afterward.
She became very depressed, her parents took her to a doctor (who found nothing wrong with her), and then an acupuncturist and herbalist (They of course believed in traditional Chinese medicine). The acupuncturist told them that her daughters vital energy was unbalanced, and it was very different than the vital energy of a normal person. She likely had a unusual latent talent. He warned that if it could not be expressed her energy would remain unbalanced and she would become ill no matter what else they did.
Her parents started thinking about the worms and spiders, wondering if that had something to do with her latent-talent. So they bought her a ‘grow-your-own-butterfly-form-a-caterpillar’ science kit for her birthday. They told her that she had a latent talent, something special, and encouraged her to meditate and try and figure out what it might be.
She giggled, and proudly told them that she had already discovered her talent. She touched her bed-sheets and the sprung to life, she made the shape of a butterfly and she held it in the air. She thanked them for their gift, and named the caterpillar Xiaopang (“Fatty”).
With no one to teach her she had to experiment and learn her abilities and limitations on her own.
As she got older she heard of super heroes and meta-humans, but no one who seemed to be like her. One day she visited the Titans Tower out of curiosity, hearing that it once was the home of a teenaged super-hero team.
She met Little Brother, and made herself at home. She was actually the first to join him, and she helped clean the tower up and make it ready for the new team.
Pretend she is following quietly?
Poor cow ;-;
The others began to spread out, she felt their presence vanish as they moved beyond her field, they flickered out like a candle. She felt herself blush as Nathan... well... legs... then a rush of adrenaline as Bruce leap off into the unknown... then... they were all gone. Only team Owl was withe her now...
... but they advanced quickly. Ambrose was running, so Carl followed, so Ponder inhaled sharply and tried to keep-up. She focused as much as she could on the canine following his path closely. She made sure not to follow directly behind, for the dog had much quicker reflexes than she did, Carl could easily dart around or jump over an obstacle that she would just as easily trip over.
Once they stopped Ponder could barely hear the next instructions over the sound of her own heartbeat. It was a wonder that she hadn’t fallen. It seemed as though she had something to show for all her time training!
She nodded to her leader, understanding the orders given.
She slid her toes across the ground, she found the roof to be a bit gravely, the sound of the small rocks scratched her ears as she pushed them around with her toe.
With a snap of her wrist she extended her cane. She brushed it around in a wide circle make sure she was not near a building ledge or near another object she might trip over. She knelt down on the ground and closed her eyes.
Taking a deep breath, she first focused on her fellow Owls. If she could keep a connection with them she would know right away if something was amiss. For example if they felt fearful or got hurt… That would only be if they remain within my field of perception.
Next, she tried to extend that field of perception as much as possible. It was spherical in nature, and therefore extended into the building below her and the air above her. If there was someone underneath her she would be able to feel them. No one would be able to sneak up on Ponder. No anyone organic anyhow…
Will I be able to feel the tattoo-creatures? She shivered. Do they even have a scent?
That thought gave her an idea. Ponder touched the top of Carl’s head.
“Sniff.” She whispered. She wished she could tell the dog what to sniff for. But hoped Carl would alert them to… anything odd... She had not worked with Carl herself in this capacity, but knew in the military the dog had often sniffed for bombs and weapons. Perhaps Ink did not need or utilize any kind of bomb or gun such as Carl would detect, but it was worth a try. Besides, what else could she do? She was on the watcher-team without eyes, best send the watch-dog instead.
Carl trotted off and away from Ponder, his nose to the ground and his ears pointed up. Magara folded her hands behind her back as she waited. She pushed her field to it’s limits and struggled to maintain it’s diameter.
... but they advanced quickly. Ambrose was running, so Carl followed, so Ponder inhaled sharply and tried to keep-up. She focused as much as she could on the canine following his path closely. She made sure not to follow directly behind, for the dog had much quicker reflexes than she did, Carl could easily dart around or jump over an obstacle that she would just as easily trip over.
Once they stopped Ponder could barely hear the next instructions over the sound of her own heartbeat. It was a wonder that she hadn’t fallen. It seemed as though she had something to show for all her time training!
She nodded to her leader, understanding the orders given.
She slid her toes across the ground, she found the roof to be a bit gravely, the sound of the small rocks scratched her ears as she pushed them around with her toe.
With a snap of her wrist she extended her cane. She brushed it around in a wide circle make sure she was not near a building ledge or near another object she might trip over. She knelt down on the ground and closed her eyes.
Taking a deep breath, she first focused on her fellow Owls. If she could keep a connection with them she would know right away if something was amiss. For example if they felt fearful or got hurt… That would only be if they remain within my field of perception.
Next, she tried to extend that field of perception as much as possible. It was spherical in nature, and therefore extended into the building below her and the air above her. If there was someone underneath her she would be able to feel them. No one would be able to sneak up on Ponder. No anyone organic anyhow…
Will I be able to feel the tattoo-creatures? She shivered. Do they even have a scent?
That thought gave her an idea. Ponder touched the top of Carl’s head.
“Sniff.” She whispered. She wished she could tell the dog what to sniff for. But hoped Carl would alert them to… anything odd... She had not worked with Carl herself in this capacity, but knew in the military the dog had often sniffed for bombs and weapons. Perhaps Ink did not need or utilize any kind of bomb or gun such as Carl would detect, but it was worth a try. Besides, what else could she do? She was on the watcher-team without eyes, best send the watch-dog instead.
Carl trotted off and away from Ponder, his nose to the ground and his ears pointed up. Magara folded her hands behind her back as she waited. She pushed her field to it’s limits and struggled to maintain it’s diameter.
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