Fallenreaper

Essence of the World: The New Age [CLOSED]

The Cold Hard Truth of the Matter...

Location: Academy
Time: Midday

Olivia hadn’t noticed, until Professor Saerne hugged her, the teacher was nearby. Her eyes widened and facial features turned up into a stunned look when his arms wrapped about her as if he knew exactly what had upset her. For a moment, fleeting, she considered just sinking into the embrace. To let everything held tightly inside go and crumble, the time passed and denied by her choice back in the toll booth, when he finally detached himself. The sensation of his strength still lingered to comfort her as he summoned something. It looked like aged parchment and a map, which he handed off to her. Gingerly Olivia nodded and reached out, taking the item in hand while he escorted her to the door.

She paused a moment, waving back at the angel, before leaving. “See you later AC.”

With those last words, she almost fought not to run away from the office in her haste. Namely before she broke down and cried right in front of the pair, feeling her calm slowly breaking apart. Her mind could vividly recall the whole conversation from start to finish, relighting the worry about her brother and it fogging over the fact she didn’t call her Uncle, while she walked.

Back in the Toll Booth in Professor Saerne’s Office

After leaving AC and Reates alone, Olivia closed the phone booth door behind her. She reached for phone and the whole time had ended up gripping until it stung in her hand. The pain was slow to dull causing her to look down at the object in her hand. It was mild to say her nerves were unsettled, thick enough it seemed to suffocate her, when her eyes lowered to gaze at it. It was a normal receiver though one, surprising her a bit, mainly since she didn’t expect to be used by the eccentric teacher. She took a moment to study it, both settling and bracing her nerves. Of course nothing odd stuck out to her, noting the thin, rectangular shape with a smaller screen for visual conversations and touch screen displaying a dial used for contacts. It was wireless despite it being a landline so there was little need to worry about getting tangled up in the cord or being restricted in the same room though she was still blocked off from the others for this moment of privacy.

For several moments she tried to quell her discomfort slithering inside and curl, tightening in her chest where it sat like a dead thing. She wanted to hear Emmet’s voice, enough to know he was alright, but a part of her knew if she did then there would be questions. Both selfish and concern types poured into her skull making Olivia feel a budding headache coming on about what she would say. Finally she exhaled the anxiety as she reached for the touchscreen then began to dial, the buttons beeped at her touch, pausing long enough to recall her brother’s emergency number and finally enter. The bland, loud tone came into her ear during her wait for someone to pick up. She was expecting to hear Emmet’s gruff voice and some lame excuse.

Zi was out of breath, huddled up in a couch in one of the hippy cafes where freaks were a normal sight. Her wings were folded up behind her, still trembling slightly from the strain. Hearing the phone ring she almost dropped the cup of coffee she was cradling and hurried to pick up.

“Emmet?” She asked breathlessly, her voice shaking with panic and hope.

Olivia’s eyes widened in surprise to hear a feminine voice answer instead, her breath held in and stilled. Her stomach knotted tighter when her brother’s name escaped the woman’s lips, the tone not helping her in the least to remain calm. The girl’s fear made her fingers tighten until they were white as her chest burned and trying to peel away the numbness in her mind just to think. Finally her voice found its way back to her throat, the constriction gone, letting her speak.

“No… This is Olivia Matthews, his sister. Where’s my brother?”

Zi felt her breath catch in her chest. All she knew - Emmet leaving because of Olivia, the policemen talking about an incident at her school, Olivia now calling, the angel that shot at them - swirled around her head in an incomprehensible mess. Had it all been a trap? Was Darius finally bored of Emmet and found a way to dispose of him?

The phone started shaking in her hand and she brought her knees up to her chest, squeezing the phone with both hands to keep it steady. She knew she was supposed to lie to the girl to keep her from being worried but more importantly, she needed more information.

"I'm not sure, Olivia, he was with me last night but he got a call that something's happened with you and left." Her voice was steady, masking the beat of her frantic heart. "Are you alright?"

“He was suppose to pick me up. When he didn’t come, I just stood there waiting for him. It seems Hank was sent instead and…” Blood, dead eyes and Hank’s image of his slumped over body flashed in the younger’s eyes causing her throat to tighten and a sourness to gather within her mouth. She knew that sensation well. The desire to vomit and purge her guilt, but slowly she took small breaths to push past the creeping sensation of terror building inside her core, “He and Mr. Findley, both were killed by a woman that t-took me. It’s my fault. All my fault this happened.”

Instinctively her arm closed around her body and her mind whirled with the confusion over this news delivered to her. Aluvia’s words, once calm and soothing now burned up like the essence fuming off the angel’s wings. She was wrong. He’s not alright, her brother was in trouble and she was sitting here doing nothing to help him. If he died because she…

The thought was enough to trigger what had been held back as her body curled, her free hand jerking to stop it. Anything that had been within her stomach came up in acidic and nasty tasting mess, held back in her throat where it sting and threatened to come up. She was breathing hard, daring not to speak, fearful of letting the foul tasting mess escape and land on the floor. Now wasn’t the time to get sick. Swallowing it back down, Olivia began to cough roughly when her last meal went down overly rough and tried to choke her.

"Olivia?!" Zi shouted down the phone as the girl made a whimpering sound. A few heads in the cafe turned and she lowered her voice, realising the girl had almost thrown up. Her voice was even stronger now, worried but commanding in the same time. " Olivia, listen to me, don't you dare underestimate your brother. He is alright but he must be worried sick - you know you're his single, most precious thing, right? I'm currently looking for him in all the hospitals and police stations around and when I find him he'll want to know about you. Where are you right now? Are you safe?" Should I come get you? was the next logical question but she didn't ask that. She couldn’t afford that.

Wiping the back of her hand across her skirt, Olivia’s head seemed to flood her in unwanted thoughts, doubts, and worse case scenarios. She couldn’t stay here and risk losing him. The thought drove a nail into her center leaving her mind spinning and body weak, slid down on the bench allowing her to prop against the glass wall. “Yeah...I’m alright. The woman took me to an abandoned building on the way toward Loom. She covered the room in some sort of webbing and trapped us inside. I managed to make a cabinet fall and...I-I-I think it j-just t-trapped her so I tried to get out. Noel, a musician heard me and helped me to escape. Aeris found me later and now we’re at the Academy. It’s only temporary but I want to go home and I want to know he’s alright. If something happened to him…”

She could feel her eyes stinging thanks to the tears as she closed the lids, letting the wetness wash away the shame. What could she do but make it worse?

Zi took a sharp breath and squeezed the phone tighter. “Olivia, listen, ok? Calm down, please. We need to be strong, your brother will be” pissed “furious at us if we don’t get it together, right? You should trust me and you should trust your uncle, we’ll find him.” She’d thrown Darius into the equation just as a way of prodding about whether Olivia had any suspicions of the true nature of his and Emmet’s relationship but as the sentence left her mouth she realised something else as well. “Have you spoken to your uncle already? He might know something that I don’t.” Her voice never wavered despite the sudden surge of anger she felt on the inside.

“I’ve not talked to Uncle Darius since I was kidnapped, though I’m sure Aeris told him I was here. I can’t be fully registered according to the headmaster without Darius’ permission,” Olivia spoke, her middle churning and body curled for self comfort, “This isn’t normal for him, Zi. I was going to ask Aeris if we could stop by his apartment since Ms. Quarin believes this might’ve been a one time incident. I know it’s not. He wanted me kidnapped to get to a woman named Mary… there was some confusing stuff said about Darius and my brother, stuff I don’t understand and don’t want to think about. I just want to know EZ is alright. It’s all my fault… I got Mr. Findley killed, Hank and now… E-” What had she done...The question rippled in her head over and over, taunting her with some hidden secret that made her heart blacken and twist inside.

The apartment. Now that was a bad idea. “I’ve been to his apartment. That’s how I got his phone. He’s not there, unfortunately, but there’s nothing to suggest he’s not alright, Olivia.” She cringed at the ease with which the lie left her mouth, suddenly feeling as disgusted with herself as she was with Darius and Emmet. Wasn’t the girl old enough to deserve the truth? But it wasn’t up to her to decide, was it?

“You didn’t get anybody killed, dear. But if anyone is after you, you better make sure you keep yourself safe. Stay where you are and leave the rest to me and your uncle. You can trust us that much, can’t you?”

“I-I can try. I’ve got Darius, Aeris and Emmet but I know my brother doesn’t have anyone. He doesn’t let anyone inside and I don’t understand why. Please, no one worries about him so no one will seek him out. He doesn’t deserve to be forgotten.” Olivia said as she admitted to the woman her fears. “Promise me, you won’t abandon him.”

“I would never forget your brother.” Zi smiled as bitter saliva dripped down her throat with the admission. Sometimes she wished she could. “This is why I’m asking you to have some faith in me.”

“Kay, but if you don’t find him...I’ll kick your ass.”

Zi chuckled despite herself and her voice softened. “I wouldn’t risk that. Keep yourself safe and I’ll call you as soon as I know anything.”

“You too,” Olivia said and hung up, her shaking hand placed the phone beside her. She was shaking all over, her eyes horrified that she couldn’t stop while she pressed her palms into her eyes to cease the wetness. No...not here, stay calm. She tried to order herself, her body feeling weighed by the fear and pain inside before forced it to stay upright. More than anything she wanted to sink farther into the booth’s wall, using its solid form like a prop, while her arms wrapped about her knees. And just cry. All she could was use her hands to wipe away the wetness along her redden eyes. It seems so easy for her mask to surface when her hand pressed against the door, opening it to face Professor Saerne finishing up with Aluvia.

This was a hellish week for her that much was turning out to be certain.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Next in the Collab.

Essence of the World: The New Age [CLOSED]

Celaira and I was talking in skype over the site design and such, which I mentioned there was some aspects I really would've had liked to see in the newer version. Celaira said I should share, well nudged me, so this image below pretty much explained my reasons. Anyone that has other thoughts or feel otherwise, feel free to pipe up to explain why. I won't bite...much? :p

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Hey, sorry about that. I must have missed your PM while I was sick. I'll go take a look at that now.

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I'm starting to think we need all gather round, get a crap load of vitamin C and inject you with them NMS. That should keep you from getting sick for a long time... or turn you orange, not sure. And didn't you get the RP memo every GM gets? Every GM is suppose to have immune systems like Fort Knox, impossible to bring to its knees! :p

Essence of the World: The Mending

Couple of cameo PCs, though Wind and I already talked about I figured it would've been polite to show them here. Namely for other Players to glimpse at them and maybe stir life in the OoC as things seemed to have gotten rather quiet?

Name: Gabriel (no last name)

Alias/Nickname: Several really, depending on whom you talk to but most the alias and nicknames are degrading and are from disgruntled customers. Clairvoyant Reject, Worthless Failure, ect. Names that he pushes off as mere facts but nothing he can change.

Age: He tells his clients he’s between 200 and 225, making him a regressed angel. Not that it seemed to make any difference in his ability.

Race: Angel (Regressed modern)

Appearance:

If he wasn't so scruffy

He appears to be twenty-nine, the very age his regression had been completed within one of his lifetimes. It also explains, because during that lifetime he had been fascinated with long hair, why he never cut his pure white locks. Instead, it’s usually hanging about his eyes and face, almost hiding it from the world until he’s forced to put it into a ponytail when he has customers. Most the time he pushed it up and out of his light onyx eyes that seem to be filled by the world’s experience or at least a few lifetimes. Standing at 5’9” for his full height, Gabriel has a habit of hunching over due to his less than confident attitude and has cut him down to 5’6” in a slouch. Just under his eyes are rings and pale skin, evidence of his poor care habits and sleep patterns making him seem more like a fragile human rather than an angel.

His wings are the same despite his form though they are rarely out, hidden under his coat usually, and whenever they are the wings appear to be molting all the time. Their overall appearance seems he’s incapable of flight, though it would be more because of the fact none had ever seen him perform as he tends to mention he gets airsick and would likely drop from the sky if he tried. Once out the total length from one tip to another is a meter and a half, or about 4 foot, making them among the smallest on record during his time. His wings seem to be a hybrid between the falcon species of Lanner and Saker. The coloring is tan white with the outside is brown and having black bars over the feather ends, breaking the monotone displayed.

His outfit is consistent of a dirty, and often patched old fashion trench coat over a black shirt, completely button up. The coloring, which had faded, was picked solely to hide all the stains from many coffees, food or other sort of stains that shows his ‘sloppy’ habits. Yes, he does eat... About his neck is an out of date necktie that’s plain red and hangs loosely, crinkled like in its manner. His pants are tan slacks and, like his coat, have been mended repeatedly over their long existence. On his feet are black shoes with the tread and sole worn completely down to an almost smooth finished thanks to his continual pacing around his modest housing.

Social Status: A clairvoyant angel with a below modest living that barely scrapes by making ends meets and keep a roof over his head. Using what is his only barely real talent of clairvoyance, he rarely gets customers (human, angel or the rare demon who doesn’t try to eat him) due to his ability being believed to be rather faulty when it comes to interpretation as he has great difficulty telling ‘visions’ from just ‘nightmares or dreams’ apart. Though ever so often he does hit a true one which why the Council sought to provide him with single protector and housing, tolerating his paranoid nature. In addition, it doesn’t help the fact not everyone has a great fate before them. Even other clairvoyant angels look down on him as something better to be stepped on than approached which surprisingly doesn’t bother Gabriel.

Relations:

Mihr- his deceased twin brother killed during after Hell’s gate fell, trying to protect him.

Uriel- An old, grouchy angel named Uriel acts as Gabriel’s bodyguard/babysitter. Uriel hasn’t a problem reminding the angel he is more likely to lose his mind then predict anything worthwhile (despite evidence of otherwise in the past), even when he’s entertaining the rare customer and tends to hurt his money income sometimes.

General Activity: Currently? He's been volunteering to help rebuild the damage left behind, at least what remains, as he also keeps an eye for his clients who survived Judas' all out war.

Abilities:

*Clairvoyance: Shaky foresight ability, Gabriel has a very high difficulty in telling apart simple nightmares apart from visions. While he has some latent talent, it seems regression hasn’t done much to improve this and only key individuals have been able to set it off. For a slight bit it’s a blessing as Gabriel doesn’t have to worry about the strict leash of the Council choking him with what little interactions he has in the world but it is rather depressing to be a large laughing stock even if he doesn’t show it.

*Flight abilities: Unknown if he even has these…

Equipment:

feather bangel: Enchanted to hid his Angelic essence and as long as he’s wearing it, to any creatures around him, he will read as human. When ‘on’ it glows a soft blue before the energy vanishes, leaving it to look like an average bracelet.

Protective vest: Thin but sturdy, he only wears this under his shirt for protection whenever he heads outside at Uriel’s request. It protects against both blades and bullets rather well, though it limits his torso movement greatly.

Personality:

Gabriel is an average downtrodden clairvoyant angel laughing stock. Despite this, he’s normally friendly and polite to anyone who approaches him though he is rather timid by nature and seems easily frighten by those he thinks will crush him. Forgetfulness and short attention spans seemed to run frequently in his interactions, some times so badly he can’t finish his train of thought before he trains off into stutters and jumbling words. In addition to his scatterbrained interaction is his inability to throw anything out and clumsiness that doesn’t make his pack rat, including old food cartons to mothy blankets and other junk, habit any easier to overlook.

Biography:

Before following his brother's lead and regressing, Gabriel's most cherish and lasting memories were when he was a common, normal surface angel. Hell's gate hadn't fallen back then and life was simpler. His father was a normal human, a gentle and timid man who fell in with a grey, battle angel. Together they produced twin angel offspring, Mihr his older brother and himself. As a child, Gabriel held a deep respect for his older twin and because that, he often followed the boy into the deep trouble during their childhood. It was hard to tell why Mihr had developed a indifference on the outside toward him but it seemed not to faze Gabriel in the least. At the time, they were both raised like normal angel offspring as they were taught their duties, heritage, and the common view toward vile demons and their responsibly of mankind. It was around fourteen when their clairvoyance kicked in and sadly, their levels were vastly different compared to each other.

Gabe's visions were often fleeting and erratic, unable to predict anything with certainty, compared to his brother's clarity and accuracy which allowed their own mother to evade death more than once. Naturally the Council acted accordingly to what they viewed as best for all involved. Mihr, and Gabriel, were both removed from their parents' custody and placed under protection of assigned guardians better suited to protecting their gifts. The effect on his brother was most noted in Gabriel's eyes when the older one drew closer to the only family he had left, Gabriel himself. At the age of sixteen, Mihr began talking about entered regression and seemed to beg Gabriel to follow along for the ride in his brother's wake. Weeks after his power had gotten stronger, Gabriel noted Mihr seemed twitchier than usual. His brother often came back distance, upset and furious from his meetings with the Council, both scheduled and not. Though Mihr never laid a hand on him, Gabe feared what his brother might do in his temper and pulled away in fear. Finally it was revealed what troubled his brother most creating the last nail in Gabriel's decision to join his brother in regression. Presenting their deserves to the Council, there was of course worry about the transgression and the chances one or both could be driven insane.

Mihr's arguments were difficult to counter and drew any needed votes into his favor, his speech seemingly rehearsed to perfection. Using resources provided, namely the experience of past regressed clairvoyant angels and demons bound to tamers, helped both held their bodies and mind together through the process. Inside, when it was all said and done, part of Gabriel regretted the decision because he was nearly driven insane. It proved he was always the weaker of the pair after all.

During the pain, their bodies had slowed in aging and seemed to finally stopped at twenty-nine though several hundred years passed in a blur. However, the addition in memories and power seemed not to have helped Gabriel in the least to increase his clairvoyant powers or add more. The only show that he was now an Original was the fact he appeared to have stopped aging at all. A matter that didn't exactly please the Council very much since it made all their work and effect a vain attempt to salvage what pitiful power he had. Some blamed him while others believe his weak in barely making it was a deep factor. Whatever the cause, Gabriel was no long able to completely tell a true vision from dreams accurately. Instead they melded together into a chaotic mess often enough the result left the Council frustrated with him, again separating the twins and pushing Gabriel into one of the lower living conditions under Council control. Mihr, however, was keep under closer watch as well as inhabitants suited for his usefulness.

It was the last time Gabriel saw his brother for a long time.

Times he caught glimpses time to time. Once time he recalled well was when the Council summoned all angels, from the weak clairvoyant to the proud battle angels under one roof and presented to each one two strange vials. One red and the other white, their task was to aid Melody by attempting to gather essence from their fellow races in order to create a new instrument. Among his brother, he also view more intimidating figures like Hazumi, the mother slayer, and Lucien, the angel once entombed in onyx. Being among those tossed away, it made him silently feel better when he saw they too were summoned. Unable to approach for fear he would be ripped apart, he departed back to his apartment without protest.

When Loom was destroyed by the Flesh construct, the thing finally slaughtered and left for dead on the city's outskirts, it was a surprise he survived it. Even more wasn't dragged into the hidden events transpiring around it until the end. After the event, Mihr paid him a visit and mysteriously wanted to re-council their broken brotherly bond. His guardian had sought a new place for the pair to take refuge while he was left with his brother. The reunion was short lived when several demons chose a half hour later to rip his home apart, hoping to gorge themselves on two defenseless clairvoyant angels. What they didn't count on was Mihr specializing in both Clairvoyance and Battle areas. He fought to protect them both...then lost his life because of it. After receiving reports over an attack, several of those assigned to seek out Mihr arrived too late. They found Gabe's home in ruins, demon guts smeared all over the walls and corpses scattered all over the room while in the center laid Gabriel himself clinging to his brother's dead eyed body. The older twin's chest ripped out, wings melted, and face a mangled mess that supported Gabe's sobbing one.

After being interrogated and subjugated to lawless suspicion, Gabriel shortly left to bury his brother's body and never looked back to Loom. For at that time, his mind scarred by memories thanks to the city's misfortune. During Judas' war he was mostly absent, gone without a trance as the battle for Loom, Kenan and fate of the races was fought over. When the war ended, he found himself discovered shortly towards the end by a battle angel named Uriel.

Currently Uriel and he are in Loom where he's tried to remake a life for himself and help some with the rebuilding.

Name: Uriel

Age: 39 years, though he’s really 56 in age.
Race: Angel (Battle Angel)

Appearance:

Despite his age, Uriel’s fitness and appearance depicts him as more in his late-thirties. A Caucasian male with skin the hue of raw sienna color, his skin is covered in faded scars from his experience on the surface battling a wide range of surface demons as well a few hellion-leveled demons. His pale blonde mane of hair has been said to remind many of a young lion’s, and kept much the same way, messy and shaggy. The bangs swept over his left eye, hiding the fact he’s going blind in one of his bright blue one and the iris’ color is fading. In the back, his locks are in slightly longer lengths and gravitate down to just an inch above his shoulders. they are still trimmed close to the neck with two braids consisting of nine red beads, one for each demon, left resting behind his right ear.

His face has a square, rough jawline giving him a slightly grizzled appearance you might expect from most angelic veterans with a faded chin cut vertical through his five o’clock shadow. His height is about 6’0” though he has shrunk some from his previous 6’3” due to his aging years. His wings are 14’4” in total diameter when fully stretched out, each wing coming at about 7’2” each. In addition, they are large and angular, much like a peregrine falcon, made for speed in a free fall and long traveling distance. A silvery white coloring, the feathers are broken in places by old battle scars which edge onto his whole body, each one a memory of his youth.

He usually wears basic Grey tee-shirts, cargo pants or jeans in a tidy appearance. He also wears steel toe boots made for curb stomping the hell out of any unwise surface demon stupid enough to mess with his charge.

Abilities:

Angelic Essence: Uriel has total and complete mastery over his own body from its basic functions to its more complex inner workings. His body’s combative traits like speed, strength, endurance, agility and more have fall into the lower Seraph range of power. Enough to handle most surface demons and some low level hellions well enough. Anything at Warden or beyond gives him great difficulty, mainly problematic due to his lacking experience with any such being.

Fluid manipulation: He can manipulate his own blood and other fluids, from eye to plasma, to make them increase their flow speed or lower it. This can increase his stamina and reflexive reaction well beyond human measures or slow it.

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Examples of currently known tactics within this area

-Blood becomes erosive on contact, burning most material that doesn’t originate from his own body, after being exposed to the air.

-Increase or decrease his blood flow. He’s used this to slow demonic poisons then eject them from his system, increase air flow to his system, taper off bleeding wounds, and even increase cushioning against blunt force blows to limit damage as a few examples.

Tissue Manipulation: Able to control his living tissue, he can create multiple effects, both offensive and defensive, which give him an edge over most inexperienced battle angels who arrogantly believe they can outmatch him due to age.

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-Regeneration of dead, gone, or damaged tissue is possible like many of his fellow brethren. Minor bruising can take a second, more serious but clean cuts (like from a sharp blade) can take 3-4 seconds, and ripped off, shattered, or worse can take up to 10 seconds depending on the damage total. Obvious higher the damage within a wound then longer the healing will take.

-Control over his ligaments and tendons can allow him to use them in unusual ways in both defense and attack. By increasing the cell reproduction within a ligament or tendon, he can split open his skin and use it to whip out at his foes or wrap around an object. However over use of this ability will result in slowing him down when it comes to fast movement with that limb, namely during the time the ligament or tendon is used, until it is restored back to its original state.

-Extreme and sometimes bizarre contorts by increasing the flexibility, ecstatically and strength within his joints. Uriel can rotate arms, legs and other limbs to almost inhuman angles just to be able to defend himself from everywhere. This can lessen damage from blows, blade tears, and more enabling his healing to meld more rapidly though too many will still leave him drained.

-Other traits include ejection of foreign matter, solid, liquid and more, from within his muscles and depending on the matter could return the attack in his own way. Example of this is whenever Uriel takes a bullet, he’ll allow it to penetrate his flesh and stop it within his muscle, the fibers hardened and coil around the object, then within seconds work it down his hand where the tendon propel it in a direction of Uriel’s choosing. Naturally not all objects can be handled like but it is one example of what can happen.

Protein/Bone Manipulation: By stiffing or changing the structure of key proteins, Uriel can lengthen his nails into slight claws a few inches out of his fingers, increase the cones within his eyes, alter key useful organs, and even turn his hair into stiff, quill like weapons.

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-Calcium exchange. This can be displayed in his fingers or bones when needed. Lightening his bones make him lighter and faster while making them denser allows greater weight resistance and more protection from breakage. However, each has its cons as well. The lighter the bone, the more likely it will break with enough pressure and risks shattering it. Density increases weight and slows his muscles, delaying his reaction time for toughness. Key areas he can fuse bones together creating thick, armor like plating for any venerable point. This includes protecting his heart through fusing his ribs into one solid piece, absorbing his nerves within his spinal column or strengthening a joint against shattering.

-His finger nails unlike humans, are made from carbon. These can retract to a few inches in length and curve like feline claw, making them extremely hard for makeshift weapons should he ever be without. Any longer, they would risk breaking rather than be useful. Though it doesn’t have the reach his gun or guisarme has, it will do in a pinch tearing through almost any threat’s flesh and leaving it a bleeding mess. In addition to his nails, he can stiffen and hollow out his hairs creating a dense, offensive protection around his head back similar to tiny quills. The small roots are able to become detach and if left within the victim, can be harmless either hollowed out hairs or contain a small, injectable trace of blood that slides down the hollow and directly under the skin or into the blood stream. The hair will grow back just as quick. (These aren’t lethal as they are painful and hindering, the blood doesn’t release until the hair is pulled out)

-He’s also able to affect key organs in seconds, trailing from shifting them a few inches and limiting the damage to more drastic, like splitting apart into two smaller pieces. Affecting important organs like heart, lungs and more in this matter will show in his reaction until they are placed back together while the shifting is more to limit damage rather than stop it completely. Sadly, he can’t completely rearrange his interior anatomy to protect all his vital organs as it would affect require his continual focus to retain the effect and merely make his combative skills suffer.

Equipment:

Main weapon: Uriel has a simple, yet effective guisarme as his weapon of choice. It has a reach of about ten foot and enables him to strike out at demon from a safer distance then a sword or dagger. However, it’s not without its flaws as he needs both hands to handle it effectively usually forcing him to wear leather gauntlets on his upper arms for farther protection.

Secondary weapon: As a backup weapon, Uriel also has a more modern yet distasteful 9mm handgun. Fully loaded and a modern tool of the era, he’s not fond of using it though when it comes to life and death, a warrior can’t be picky when it comes to protecting his charge. Namely at any costs.

Bio:

Like many of his angel brothers and sisters, Uriel has been born over and over throughout the ages since Heaven’s gate fell and the surface has been come their new home. Many of his lives have began and ended the same way, some never achieving much while others gained untold glory, though this is the life before he decided to edge into regression. It is the present life which holds the most meaning and will set his path, having the most influence due to his experiences and altering his views on the Council.

Like all angels, he was taken from his family at the tender age of 13 and initiated into the Council’s system for their kind. It was simple back then. He was placed under Remiel Hunter, his mentor and a Senior. Remiel taught him much due to his approach with hands on experience and harsh teaching, often pushing Uriel pass his breaking point even when went beyond Remiel's duty and right. Many of the other Seniors thought Remiel rode Uriel far too hard though few were willing to say it to his face. These physical lessons mingled alongside the Council’s schooling, Uriel learning the angel’s roles to protect humanity and destroy the demonic scum plaguing the world. Sadly little of the book learning stuck due to arrogance and pride, traits obtained thanks to his mentor. It was true when none were surprised when he turned out as he did: a perfect killing machine. It was the fate of all battle angels after all.

It was during his Senior year, Uriel gained his own younger classman to train. The boy's name was Samuel Tyrus and while a bit too scrawny and thin, the boy had potential when Uriel applied the same methods as were taught onto himself. It seemed he would see the boy succeed, but neither could've predicted it wouldn't come to pass. During what supposed to have been a simple training exercise over surveillance became a bloody affair ending in Uriel seriously wounded and Samuel dead. Despite his grave mistake, he had managed to bring the student’s body back before it could’ve been consumed by demons, nearly costing his own life. It was the first and last student he would’ve had, refusing to repeat his mistake.

On graduating Uriel found himself back working alongside Remiel once more. It was their duty to watch over and protect an assigned section of Loom, keeping most the human inhabitants safe. His experience with surface demons grew and developed once more under Remiel’s guidance, the pair unmerciful and vicious in their protection against all demon kind. It was when he was 33 he witnessed the aftermath that transpired in 2014. It was when the monster nearly leveled Loom and rattled the Council’s worries, calling them all- including the black winged ones- to the building. Uriel learned several weeks later that the building was destroyed by a demon who consumed a few archangels and many of his kin, all because one angel was careless and enraged the bastard. Like a vulture it didn’t help the Kinslayer also managed to kill his fair share in archangel despite trying to stop the demon.

A year later, Judas’ war broke out tossed the whole crumbled structure back on its head. Though Uriel never knew any of the angels involved, there was rumors and some evidence, that a small group was trying to once more populate Heaven. Mostly refugees from what he knew though he wasn’t responsible for seeing them to safety or protecting their attempts. Angelic and demonic numbers fell rapidly due to Judas’ xenphobia, his will unyielding to any not human, resulting in casualties in the thousands or more on Hell’s gate breaking. Among it all, Uriel watched the worse and best in war while he fought to survive among his brethren. It was during one rebellion attempt that he lost his eye and his faith in the Council. An angel, young and black winged, had came back wounded and bleeding, her wings in such a mess that flight was impossible. Unknowingly in her recklessness, she was leading a pack of gate killers right to their encampment. Naturally due to the prejudice given to Remiel by the Council, the older angel lashed out in a rage at his fellow angel believing she had betrayed them then left her to die slowly. Uriel showed mercy against his idol’s reason, resulting in Remiel taking his eye, and finally snapped the dark angel's neck, allowing them both to flee undetected by the gatekillers.

That event rattled Uriel’s usually strong faith in the Council, resulting in his separation from Remiel and carving his own way through the war. It was during one of his personal explorations did he come across Gabe, a terrible excuse for a clairvoyant he had ever seen. The angel was hiding in a crumbling bunker and been with him ever since. It didn’t help only one fourth of the population of angels currently lived through the genocide inflicted during the war.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Character you have created: Racheli Lorna Desdemona

Alias: Nemesis/Rach, nick by her friends

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): indianred

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

Identity: Nemesis- Unknown

Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations):

Racheli is an independent and strong individual, mainly in personality. To those who have managed to get by her defenses and befriend her, she's a deeply loyal and protective friend who will risk life and limb for their safety. Though helping them achieve their goals is another matter altogether because if she doesn't like something, she won't hesitate to let you know in a blunt and often thickly sarcastic way. Rarely does she ever pull punches to spare someone's feelings when it comes to something completely stupid. Most believe she is a short tempered woman, who hates receiving charity. Often she'll reply to these with sour looks and scoffing off the attempts as they are given. Granted when it comes to solid logic she can't argue with, Racheli is known to yield some times but it doesn't mean she's happy about. So expect her sore loser to show.

To strangers and acquaintances, she sometimes comes off as cold and closed to becoming friends at first. While she will act like a human being and interact when talked to, don't expect to gain any personal information about her situation or thoughts. Trust is difficult to earn though just words.

Just like with many of her habits, she acts first and thinks about the consequences later. This traits worsens when her temper is flared. She never thinks about what comes out of her mouth save that it might end up hurting the one they are targeted at. Once it is all said and done, she some times realizes too late she had crossed a line. Despite her flaws, she does have some positive aspects to her personality besides her protective nature to her friends. Though she tries to hide it, Racheli does have strong sense of justice which is why she tries not to think too hard about others problems. The more she knows, the easier it is to get personally involved and that can cause problems for her.

Motivation/Fear

She is driven to never to become like her father, fearing that once she finally takes a life then the desire would become addictive and impossible to stop. Like a drug addict hooked on the strongest drugs. She lacks trust she will never fall that far and is continually on alert, holding back her aggression until it can be released in a better way. Sometimes, if it's bottled up too long, she becomes irritable. It doesn't help she's plagued by nightmares and every time she manages to draw blood, her heart races and cries for more. The high it causes is rather difficult to ignore though she stubbornly refuses to yield to it...

Uniform/costume:

Hider

Ends up with this at some point after her original Arc, haven't figured out quite how but I'm open for ideas and more.

The unseen part is black, tight fitting pants and combat boots with a steel toe end and bottom to give her kicks some punch. Rach's costume is based and chosen more for function rather than being flashy, attention seeking or intimidating to those who notice her. In fact she rather they forget she encountered them at all as too much news could result in trouble with the wrong people. Primary colors are black and silver gray, the latter from her ability to influence metals and change their properties. Her mask isn't completely solid as it's made from metal taken from the two bike chain bracelets on her wrist, which thanks to using her metal manipulation prevents its removal or destruction, always hiding her identity.

Equipment:

Bust

• Head/face: Metal from her necklace and formed into a mask;
• Neck: Choke studded necklace, nothing but leather after applying mask, thicker than an inch;
• Shoulders: Black, hooded small jacket with long sleeves;
• Chest: Thin metal sheets, a centimeter in thickness that covers her chest and navel.

Arms

• Upper arms: None
• Forearms: None
• Wrists: R & L- two bike chain bracelets on each wrist.

Lower Half

• Waist/Hips: BR Pocket- bunch of change ranging from pennies to quarters, including a pocket knife.
• Legs: Thin, black pants made from abrasion resistant material made to prevent slices from knives and other bladed weapons.
  
  • Slice,
• Feet: R&L- metal plating on bottom and steel toe boots

Origin Info/Details:
Racheli's Medical and Back ground

Medical Profile Overview

Race-Caucasian
Sex- female
Age- 28 years
Eye color- Green
Blood type- AB+
Built- Lean and muscular.
Height- 5'9”
Weight- 159 lbs.
Status: Unknowingly she's infected by some alien microscopic organism which is slowly altering her DNA. Earlier in the arc, it's killing her like others but at some point her brain pattern shifts and reverses the process. Racheli is currently, unknown to those who first discovered it, is the only survivor who has properly adapted as a host.

Symptoms

Stage 1

• Stage one~ 5 hours after activation.
  
  • Slight hue change in her blood coloring making it a darker red but other than that, nothing different.
  • Minor, brief and sporadic headaches followed by muscle soreness during too much movement.
  • Slight discomfort in overly warm temperatures above 60 degrees and the higher the difference, the greater the discomfort. At temperatures ranging above the 100s, she is at risk of passing out if she spends longer than half an hour within the area.
  • Mucus has built up in her chest, causing her to make rattling coughs and have trouble breathing clear as if she has a chest cold. Drugs are only mildly effective and quickly are pushed through her immune system within an hour to two, despite the label claimed relief time.

Stage 2

• Stage Two~ 8 hours after activation
  
  • In addition to the more extreme color change, her body temperature has dropped and is now several degrees colder.
  • The headaches are now constant and longer, feeling like a hammer is striking her between the eyes. Pain shifted and seem to needle her joints, bones and tendons relentlessly even when she is completely still. This makes movements difficult but not impossible.
  • She can no longer tolerate any temperature above 40 degrees and anything above 50 will put her into a sweat then pass out, as if she had heat stroke. This usually occurs after less than half an hour within it.
  • Her coughs are rougher and currently been hacking up blood as well each time. A little bit at first but it becomes progressively worse, staining her lips and chin toward the ending stages.

Stage 3

• Stage Three (Final)~ 9 hours after activation- This stage is often fatal for the victim as no one has survived it.
  
  • Almost half her normal temperature, her blood, once a crimson red, has quickly turned completely black. In addition to the discoloration, it's also thicker and cold to the touch, like touching ice. The longer it is in contact with flesh, the warmer it becomes yet it will not change its color.
  • The pain has spread, setting every nerve and part of her on fire. It feels like every molecular inside her body is breaking apart at the lowest, most basis level which in truth... it is.
  • Black blood starts to leak from her eyes, mouth, and ears.
  • Unable to hold any liquids or food within her body for long periods of time.
  • Skin has become pale and voided of any color, shaking and stiff.
  • Exposure to heat or warm temperatures above freezing will cause her body to burn, patches of flesh darkening and appearing to be burning away from the inside out.

After surviving these symptoms, Racheli's vital signs will return to normal but some traits will remain.

~ Black blood which is cold to the touch and slightly thicker than normal
~Lower body temperature of 75F/24C (estimated up)
~Sensitive to temperatures above 98F/37C (estimated up)

Bio

Birthplace- Spring Hill, IN
Residence/Current Location- View Heights Apartment in Lost Haven, Maine
Occupation- Bartender (currently looking for new employment)/part time artist
Father- Micheal Garth (arrested and supposedly put to death)
Mother- Jackie Desdemona (deceased, murdered)
Aunt- Ruth Garth (deceased recently)

Racheli is a fighter when it comes to misfortune, her past reflects her struggles and the trial she's had to overcome. Born in Spring Hill, IN, to a teenage mother by the name of Jackie Desdemona, her father was unknown even among the tightly knit community they lived in during her first few months of life. Shortly afterwards they moved to Mannis, New York, a suburban area ideal to raise children and provided more opportunities for both of them. Things seemed to have been going well up until Racheli turned two. A mysterious man had came knocking at their door, engaging into a heated argument which escalated, resulted in Ms. Desdemona's murder and Rach's abduction. Despite months spent in searching for her, no one could find hair or trace of the daughter. In a few months all attempts were ceased, turning the murder and kidnapping case into a cold file.

Little did anyone know, Racheli's own abductor and mother's killer was none other than her own father, Micheal Garth. For the next six years, Racheli grew up in complete, blissful ignorance to what the man raising her had done. Her life was uneventful during the period her father used to wait out the heat caused by Jackie's death, interrupted only by continual moving, and to most he seemed like an ideal single father. In most ways he was. Images were deceiving and always will be in her mind when she discovered a dark truth about both her father and herself, deep within the Oregon wilderness. It was a yearly cabin trip, purely isolated save for a single road running straight through and stationed only a mile from their location. A few weeks in, she learned her father had been murdering women in the basement, specially designed for the grim task. Unable to escape fast enough, Rach was quickly pulled into the bloody event leaving her scarred and forever in conflict with herself. It was here she learned something twisted about herself: the enjoyment of inflicting pain and suffering.

Driven by selfish desire not to become him, she made her way down into the basement the next night and freed the woman. It was little surprise the victim was terrified of Racheli which only angered the little girl more as on the way out, they encountered Rach's father's furious figure. Thinking quickly, the child tugged the weakened woman toward the front door then to the upstairs with the man in their wake. Locking them inside her room, the girl helped the victim climb out of the window and down to the ground. From there, they made their way to the highway. Only Racheli made it as the woman died due to infection and blood loss in the girl's arms.

It was dawn the next morning when Racheli attracted a truck driver's attention when she nearly got herself ran over. Calling the police, the authorities found proof of her claims and a man hunt was issued for Micheal Garth. She learned he was arrested days later while using a faked credit card, placing him on trial and finally found guilt. He was placed up for the death penalty in a few weeks. Meanwhile Racheli was placed into a temporary foster home before a relative, her grandmother, retrieved her. Once again she was moved over state lines into Maine, where she would stay for several years.

In her teenage years, Racheli grew up in the suburban area in a small town just on the outer limits where she had gotten a rough reputation. For most people, they associated her with trouble because she tended to come off as aggressive and often used physical action to solve her problems. At thirteen she and a couple of kids broke into the local gym, but she was the only one caught. The police asked if the gym owner wanted to press charges, her mouth shut while she refused to rat out those with her, and had to take a double take when the old guy shook his head. Instead she received an ultimatum, either work to pay off the damages or go to jail. It was a losing battle so she chose the prior since it was the least restricting of the choices. Being around the gym while the boxers trained sparked her interest in the sport so when the guy offered to train her, on strict conditions, well, it was too good to pass up. Racheli trained to become a contender for the city tournament in the following years, becoming eighteen and reaching for the top thanks to her competitive drive. Like most turns in her life, things got in the way. Her grandmother became ill and forced Racheli to give up on her dream, taking two full time jobs while working off and on at the gym. Between working at the local grill and bar, Eden's Garden, and factory work, Racheli managed to prevent them being tossed out on the streets.

Over a three days ago, her grandmother mysteriously passed away in her sleep. Arranging the cremation and funeral, the last task left was to end the rental contract and dump her grandmother Ruth's ashes into the sea. It felt like it was best to make a new start and that was something Racheli intended to do. She's arrived in Lost Haven, Maine, just over an hour ago with her grandmother ashes. During the flight, it seemed she had caught something because she's been feeling weak and coughing sparingly.

Alien Symbiote's history

Dr. Marcus Twaine, a bacterial and rock specialist, discovered the organism on asteroid rock samples taking by NASA's space probe Hermes after returning home. Microscopic and viral like, the government delivered the creature to a disclosed location. Though the place wasn't officially named, many folks knew it as Building 51. It was here where it was studied, experimented with and attempted to be better understood but known to the scientists, they had altered the Alien's original DNA in their ignorance. It became more of a living, intelligent virus which could now exist in humans. It was discovered when a scientist was exposed and infected, displaying unusual symptoms within minutes. Quarantining the host, they were able to extract the Alien for further study.

Hoping to weaponize it, several humans, from criminals to volunteers, were exposed to the Alien. Most the civilians were dead within minutes as they died in stage three. Surprisingly it was the criminals who lasted the longest during the trials, ranging in hours before their bodies finally wore down and died. It was one of these death sentenced killers who allowed the Alien to escape when it synced with the man's brain pattern causing a chain reaction and slaughtered the staff, leaving corpses ripped apart in its wake. Using a car, it drove out of the smoldering building's ruins. For months, it passed through several hosts and infected often by direct touch, staying in dormant state until it was activated. All it took was a stressful event to trigger it which was easy as it was impossible to avoid it. Its last victim was a elderly woman named Ruth Desdemona, Racheli's own grandmother who died within stage one. Currently its within the woman's granddaughter, inactivated, but it won't stay that way forever.

Hero Type (Select one): Other-Host to an Alien Parasite/Virus (didn't quite fit Alien sadly...)

Power Level (Select one below):

Mentality: Street level (Her selfishness and fears force her to remain on the smaller scale of things)
Physical: Between Street and City Level (She has the potential to grow to the Cosmic level, but events, connections, and even character development in the IC can influence when/how/in what manner her mind will be in when that happens)
Emotionally: Street Level (Anymore, she’ll have a mental break down and kick someone’s ass...or the wall)

Powers (Be Specific):

~Note~

As the Alien grows and developments, key milestones will alter Racheli's DNA. This means her current abilities will develop into more advance forms and even developing new ones as she grows in the IC. I'll be running any new ability, which I'm still debating on what to give her for future arcs, by current Gms before implying it IC and adding it to the CS when it has made an appearance. For now, she only has a few to start off after with in her origin arc. These abilities below will gradually show up after her near death experience.

Racheli

The description given is at her max and full control, but during the IC she will be building up to it.

Physical

~Metal manipulation: Racheli has the ability to control and sense all types of metal she had come into contact with, currently limited to those on the Earth’s Periodic Table. When she fully acquires a the essence of a metal, earth based or otherwise, she can manipulate its structure between solid to liquid, alter its base atom components into another type (example: copper into steel), increase or decrease the metal’s original strength and gain usable data through touch alone that could take computer’s decades. The only thing Rach can’t alter with a metal is the total volume. Without additional metal to alter and add, the existing metal volume is unable change its total despite what she does to manipulate it.

For alien, magical, or more complicated metals beyond the basics, Racheli must touch for several seconds uninterrupted and absorb the data before she can manipulate it easily. Any attempts to do before she’s done this step will result in a feeble, sometimes barely noted effect and leave slightly vulnerable to attack since she is unable to use her magnetism during this time. Any magical properties will remain the same as Rach can only affect the physical metal.

Range- Any metal within eyesight, as long as she can see than it can be altered.
Other Notes- Physically: Her eyes turn black while using this ability and the metal’s shine dull when she’s influencing it.

~Magnetism: This ability focuses on magnetism and magnetic fields, allowing Rach to create, manipulate, and focus magnetism of various forms. Examples are magnetosphere, magnetic materials, planetary, etc. This allows her to attract or repulse metal objects to either directed at herself or a fixed location within her range, her mind also able to create and sense magnetic field. She can gain information such as their flow and disrupting their natural path into something different by changing their ion charge. Centering this on items or her palms, she can create an electrical current which gives her attacks a little shock to them. Rach is unable to influence the bio electrical workings of an individual without risking internal damage to herself, strictly since the energy is tied to something that similiar to her own.

Range- 6 meters from her being the epicenter
Other- Her aura gives off a slight buzz when someone within close quarters of her person, usually due to the static she gives off when activated. The more she uses it and in greater power, the stronger this sensation is through it will never be powerful to harm living beings.

Mental

~Accelerated Perception and Procession: Being hardwired and upgraded into a biological computer, Racheli’s brain now processes and collects information at a hyper accelerated rate. Activated at all time, her mind slows down the scene mentally and can even pause it when needed (the outside events still are moving at their normal speed, her mind is just moving faster to absorb, register and anaylze). Her memory is increased and is photographic, enabling her to recall things much clearer and quickly compared to before she bonded with the virus. This also means she will never forget anything since her mind can store vast amounts of exact data. Through understanding what is told to her is another matter completely. Her reflexes also aren’t necessarily speed up as this ability only affects her chances of reacting before the danger can reach her which if her speed is naturally slower, the too great to get clear or other additional factors than she will get hit. At best she can likely limit the damage done, especially when caught off guard.

Range- Undefined
Other- N/A

~Enhanced Hearing: Racheli’s hearing has become extremely sensitive that she can easily determine the acoustic pressure changes within a single decibel in the ideal conditions. Thanks to this change she can easily pick infrasound, ultrasound, sonar and even radio signals traveling within her area with little effort when she focuses on filtering the background noise. Not even sound proof walls can prevent her keen ears from picking up noises through them which can allow her to tell an individual’s position and eavesdrop on their conversation with ease. On an individual, she can gain a surprising depth when it comes to listening to their heartbeat, blood circulation, breathing, and physical movements such as lying, injury, etc. Each individual’s heartbeat has a distinct volume, rate, and pattern to it that she can use to id a target even when in disguise.

Range- Within a mile when in ideal conditions, and a fourth in worst.
Other- Multiple sounds or background noise that’s within a meter of her can interfere with her ability, making it hard for Rach to focus on her target and separate the sounds collecting in her hearing. In addition, extreme sounds ranging in either higher or lower frequencies than a human’s ability to hear will hurt and possibly stun Rach when she’s not been forewarned to filter it out. Through she can tell when an individual without complete control over their body is lying, people with pacemakers and complete control are another matter. They are able to fool her hearing since they can maintain an unbroken rhythm with their heart beat as well as breath.

~Enhanced Sight: Racheli’s vision has increased to about 20/5, about four times of a normal human and able to pick out a mouse from about two miles away. On zooming into the image, she can pick out incredible detail and clarity as if she was standing right on top of it. When she alters her vision spectrum she can identify infrared, ultraviolet, x-ray, microwaves, radio waves, and more when she’s seen them at least once.

Range- 2 miles in ideal conditions, one fourth in worst.
Other- Magical/abilities that allow invisibility can easily overcome this perception, preventing her from being able to see the target or details relating to it. With enhancement comes sensitivity as well, Racheli’s eyes are more susceptible to bright flashes, extreme colors, and other visual ‘explosions’ that her eyes can briefly shut down to reboot. This blindness can last up to minutes or days depending on the optical damage and how fast it is mended.

~Enhanced Taste: This ability allows Rach to have gained accurate sense of taste and gain greater detail about a food, drink or material she’s sampling. She can tell the ingredients from a 20 mg sample, separating each independent element from the whole mixture. This can easily alert her to poisons and unnatural content that are rather harmful to her system, possibly sparing her consuming or enabling to determine what is edible and even nutrient.

Range- Close Range
Other- Magic and tasteless substances will elude this ability, preventing her from placing it and cause her to struggle.

~Enhanced Smell: Racheli’s sense of scent is heightened beyond human and rivaling those animals with the keening olfactory abilities known on earth. This allows her to distinguish individual musks and other odors aiding in locating specific persons, objects, substances and even places with nothing but her nose. She can tell where an individual has been based on what scents have been collected on their person and even retract their steps, enabling her to tell how long ago they were there and even how long they lingered there. With most individuals, based on their pheromone changes and chemical clues, she can tell if a target is lying, sick, diseased or poisoned thanks to hormones/smells that are excreted within a set area. If she’s smelled a scent before than she can easily recollect that same smell when it crosses her path and where at exactly.

Range- In ideal conditions, her range is about 1.75 miles before the scent fades. About a fourth of that in the worse one.
Other- Range determines the amount of information Rach can gleam from an individual. At her limit range and in ideal conditions, she can only locate and track the target's’ movements enough to keep up. However in closer range and without any preventing magics/abilities, she can gain a more insightful data. This includes the individual’s condition, specific odor markers, what they’ve touched, what they’ve eaten, their race, where they’ve been recently, etc. Strong odors and several at once can cause extreme pain, ruining her focus and even kill her ability to gain information.

~Enhanced Touch: Her sense of touch is sensitive enough to note indentations of ink on paper, radiation off items, seismic activities and even micro voltage. She can even feel the faintest crack that’s invisible to the naked eye. Her body can sense minute changes in temperature and pressure, enabling her to predict changes in weather or atmosphere surprisingly accurately. She can even tell the intensity the closer the storm comes into her general area. She can sense a human’s body’s change in heat and their air disturbance from at least five feet away, including if an individual is alive, for how long if they’ve died, emotions (such as blushing or other emotions that increases heat), and residual heat off objects or machines.

Range- In best of the conditions, up to a mile diameter. In worse, about a fourth of that.
Other-Rach can senses these vibrations through solid substances, liquid, and even air pressure changes. However, the closer to her limited range the less details she can obtain like many of her other enhanced perception abilities.

Combative Skills

~Boxing: At a young age, Racheli learned the basics about the art of boxing. To say she mastered it is impossible as that would imply she can't improve, a fact which isn't true, so her levels haven't peaked fully. Before she was forced to give it all up, her experience level lie within what her gym classed as a Prospect and a Journeymen in the sport. She had the talent, footwork and drive, but her experience lacked heavily and that was a factor which hurt her more then the rest. Even a poor athlete could be a decent boxer if they had the experience of a champ. Her skill level now resides in Tomato Cans level though it wouldn't take her long to raise to the level of Prospect or beyond with a reason and hard training, her body fully able to recall the rhythms, strikes, and more instinctively.

Range- CQC
Other- She's extremely rusty so it will take time for her to get back into shape.

Alien

Telepathy: The virus that inhabits Rachelis’ body is able to share and communicate with her and others using Telepathy. It can project an image of its current chosen form, her father, into the outside world as long as she is conscious and aware. Beyond that, the organism hasn't shown any ability to affect the outside other than choose who will share its image and conversation with. So if it wanted to make her seem crazy, it is well within the being's ability to do so. Should any Telepathic being, magic, meta or others, attempt to read or influence Racheli’s mind (not senses) then they will be met by resistance due to the Alien’s paranoid nature. It would be like hitting a solid wall.

Range- Namely the farther away from Racheli, the weaker the power is.
Other- This ability might adapt in the future or the virus’ image will likely evolve into something outside her father's image. Only time will tell.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: Normal Human-10 tons

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human- 20 MPH.

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 hours.

Agility: Normal Human- 5x human rate.

Intelligence: Average

Fighting Skill: Untrained (Rusty if you count boxing)

Resources: Minimal

Nothing since the Riots.

Weaknesses:

Still Humanly Flawed

Despite her abilities and physical changes, she's just as kill able as normal human. She hasn’t any defense against poisons (unless they are metal based), neuro-toxins, being stabbed or shot, should they manage to get past her abilities’ defense. Any massive damage will take normal time to mend and heal unless sped along by an outside source or magic since she hasn’t any super-accelerated healing factor like some metas have. Hitting or massively damaging any major organ will have the same result as it does a human, through depending on the organ the survival rate will vary.

Slow/ Fast Progression

At the rp's start, Rach starts off as a normal, average human in the arc and will progress over IC. Depending on how often her abilities are used will affect how rapidly they grow which can vary from hours to months, even years. Unlike most heroes, she will not be fully able to use her abilities until she’s trained and gained experience in controlling which can make her a danger to herself and others when they manifest abruptly before she’s ready to handle them. Some powers will immediately come to fruition faster than she counted on causing them to cripple her rather than aid her within the moment.

Blood Wrath/Lust

Through it’s hard to fully note, Rach is always fighting an inner demon she gained from her childhood. Through the event was minor and locked away, she had developed quite a temper when riled up as well as an enjoyment for violence and blood shedding. When fully enrage Rach loses control over herself and all she can think about is beating the living shit out of the source, be it an object or a living creature. In this state she engages only in offensive and aggressive attacks rather than teamwork and control making her a danger not only to herself, but others as well. Unless she’s restrained and calmed, it’s highly possible she could kill someone one day. A thought that might very well destroy her mentally.

Ashes to Ashes

The Alien’s DNA and structure has a weakness to light and heat when outside its host, the black blood showing this by instantly combusting and evaporating when exposed to both or either of these two elements. When it bonded with Racheli, the symbiote gained a resistance to light and certain amount of heat tolerance that enable it to survive, but won’t prevent it from going back in hibernation at some levels. Depending on the Alien’s progression and how mentally Synced it is with Rach’s mental state, the temperature to put it back to stage one varies. With no sync at all, the lowest possible temperatures need to be around 200 degrees or higher. This would make Rach as powerful as a normal human, though the physical changes like black blood and colder temperatures are unable to be erased. Her abilities will be temporarily locked until the virus awakens again and infest the body, bring her powers gradually back into exist and to the power level they originally were within a few hours.

However, extreme tempers reaching thermite level will destroy the Alien as well as its host completely.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):

Will add as the RP goes on, though here's a few.

~Garret Shepherd: A friend from the other side of Maine and he was the one that set up Racheli's living arrangements, suggested this crazy idea as he contacted his cousin. Though Racheli was bitter about the help yet seeing no other option, she was forced to agree and keep an eye on her future roommate for him. She's currently on a plane to Lost Haven where said cousin is located and supposed to meet her at a local cafe called 'The Cozy Spot'.

~Icarus: A superhero that wears a machine suit with some serious heat, which sadly wrecked their apartment leaving Justine and herself homeless for a time. Despite the aftermath, he was critical in getting Racheli to the CDC and finally saving her life by aiding in her mind to sync up with the virus.

~Justine Shepherd: Garret’s cousin and her current roomie before the apartment incident, thankfully she got out safely. Currently both of them are trying to determine how to proceed from here.

~Mysterious woman with the sword: There’s something… familiar about her. Racheli can’t quite place it but it’s like she knows her, despite never have met her before.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:


Yes, do I get a treat now?!? :P

Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines):

“Hello? Anyone there?”

Racheli felt her voice echo back, the words filled with caution and uncertainty, before she opened the door farther. It made a loud, protesting creak at her push and heightened her awareness to full blown paranoia. Something wasn't right. She could easily tell that much when she edged farther in, instinctively keeping her hand still on the door while she moved deeper into the room. It took seconds to sense something or someone watching her enter while her eyes jerked upright. The green irises scanned the shadows, struggling to locate them and causing her to glare back, peeved who ever stood silently in the darkness didn't bother to make its presence known. Turning from corner to the next, nothing moved to her human eyes.

Seconds turned into minutes, and shortly the stillness of the place was making the fine hairs along her neck back rise in alarm. Like a frighten, her breath becoming shallower as died down in volume, a faint hope it would be enough to hide her presence. It was a ridiculous thought she realize when noting the only light source came from the door right behind her. The light spotlighted her and drowned her in its pure, cold light. In her mind's assumption, it seemed to scream for her to stay within the colorless patch. It kept her calm and safe. However it also felt...wrong, almost pure cold. No warmth or heat, nothing to make it anything else but ice. Deep in her core, it was a fact that disturbed her. The reason why though escaped Racheli, her eyes fixed by the instinct to darkness, desperate to identify what frightened her. What was there? Her mind screamed at her, blaming her for her shortcomings as well as cursed the thing's existence.

“Show yourself, damn it.” She mumbled under her breath. Already her hands tightened into fists and body hunched into a defensive posture, her eyes glared about at where the lurker might've been. The light's chill sent frozen razors into her flesh and seemed to pierce her insides, almost completely freezing inside her. This wasn't right. Her mind seemed to scream again and demanding, in an impossible way, for her to make it right somehow.

A child like giggle shattered the silence.

Immediately Racheli's body twisted, facing one side toward the direction and braced with her opposite. Her feet balanced on her balls, immediately giving her more mobility while she tried to balance. It was like clockwork because the moment her body lifted, her fists had came up in a familiar boxing stance ready to jab the living daylights out the thing fucking with her. Ba-bump..ba-bump...her heart leaped into her throat, settling there, as her eyes flickered back and forth. The darkness still again. She knew it was out there, sitting and waiting, unable to convince herself there was nothing there. Something, her instinct or whatever, told her something was there and no force in heaven or hell could convince her otherwise. Seconds seemed to turn into minutes, drifting into what felt like hours while her body stayed rigid in her stance. It didn't take long for her muscle to start aching and her figure to loosen a bit, unable to take it much longer.

“This is getting ridiculous...”Racheli muttered under her breath, cursing her twitchy nerves when slowly released her ready stance.

“You shouldn't be so quick to relax.”

Racheli's head whipped around late when the color silver flashed, darting at her middle. Her body tensed when a sharp pain erupted, her lips trickled blood causing her to look down. A knife, sharp and deadly, had nailed her between the ribs. The handle lightened by the light still pouring through the open door and seemed to dull all her senses, killing her off with its numbness. Racheli's fear clawed within her when she realized her couldn't feel anything. Her eyes pulled up and peered at her attacker, her right hand clasped over the embedded weapon while the other rested on the assailant's shoulder. All color drained from her face on seeing herself looking back. The eyes dark and crazed, tainted with a greed she knew well.

The woman's words shifted in a male voice, the very one that haunted her since she was a child. “You're daddy's little girl after, aren't you?”

Racheli's eyes snapped open.

Her skin was drenched in sweat and head throbbing, her flesh the color of curled milk, from the nightmare. A shaky hand reached up to touch her temple while trying to cease the trembling. Hazily, her mind tried to recall her surroundings rapidly before she did something uncalled for. The first thing that came to mind was jumping out of her seat and bolting for the nearest exit, forgetting in an instant why she was here originally. Her heart jabbed her rib cage with each rapid beat and for a moment, she thought it was going to tear right out her chest and never calm down. The dream had been so vivid and real, her mind rattled just thinking about it. It had been a few years since she had that dream, explaining why it had scared the shit out of her. Her heart seemed ready to make a break for after the shock to her system and made her chest throb. Between her chest and head, something was bound to give as her fingers rubbing her temple for a bit. It took several minutes before the ache started to fade from her focus though, after finally realizing she was on a plane to Lost Haven, it didn't help the passenger in the side seemed to chainsawing down trees with deafening snores. She hoped this trip was going to be a freaking short one.

NPCS

Jacqueline Freeman

The Aesteria Chronicles

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I think I gravity works.. so a little help...please?



_{* So not using the GM's weakness for cuteness to keep the thread alive}

Essence of the World: The New Age [CLOSED]

Loremaster Announcement

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So just to make this official. If lore has not been discussed among, and agreed upon, by the group or conversely approved by both GMs then I will not consider it, and no one else is required to consider it "established canon." This rule applies to everyone, including us GMs.

@yoshua171

I don't think I'm missing anything, but to be sure, I'll be pming both you and Syn with everything when I have officially done. Rather be safe then sorry. XD

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Since I got approval from both NMS and Dedonus, I'm going to put Racheli into the CS tab. Currently slowly working on her intro though I am also waiting on NMS to get back to me on the pm, when you can.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Next, Free.