Fallenreaper

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

_{The art isn’t mine and belongs to its rightful artist, but I borrow it as a physical example for Olivia.}

❤ Olivia Matthews ❤

_{~ "How can I help?"~}

ℬio

_{Olivia Matthews}

_{^❤ Fe m a l e ^❤ Heterosexual ^❤ 8 ^❤Human}

^❤...Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ...^❤

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Olivia has long, brown hairs with a hint of red in which is often tied up into two twin pony tails. When let down, they reach down to her shoulders’ middle and is completely straight compared to Emmett’s. Her facial features are much more soft in comparison making her look younger than she actually is. She reaches to about 4’1“ in height and weigh in at about 57 pounds for her age. Her eyes are golden much like her brother’s though it is slightly darker, indicating they will likely alter color as she gets older. She’s considered petite and rather delicate looking causing her often be teased by Emmett that she looks more like a doll, than a girl.

Unlike her brother, she doesn’t tend to play roughly and is absent any of the scars, bumps, and other damages you would find on him. Her expression is often gentle and leaned toward bubbly as you might expect from looking at her. She does enjoys wearing skirts, dresses and other considerable girlish things. The current favorite outfit is a small tank top with a knee long skirt, tennis shoes and a hoodie about a few sizes too big for her. It turns out it was actually her father’s who often used it to keep her mother close and warm, a fact she mimics with Emmett when he lets her.

^❤...Ｐ ｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ...^❤

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Upon first meeting new people, Olivia tends to be shy and timid. Mainly because she is not sure how to act or their reactions to her. As she gets to know you and becomes attached, she pulls out of her shell to show a very active chatterer and giving the impression she’s happiest when others’ company. This is very true. Helpful and enjoying being an active participate in new things, she strives to keep those around her cheerful thanks to her up bring.

She can get frustrated when her attempts fall flat, often resulting to calling in assistance from those she feels can help. A positive type child, she thinks the best of everyone she meets even when she doesn’t jump out of her shell at first. Very tight with her brother, despite their age differences, that Olivia can read him nearly like a book even he tries to hide it.

(Might change ICly and not all of it)

^❤...Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ...^❤

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Olivia Matthews was born 2045 in Ominar to Alice Flores and Raiden Matthews, a bounty hunter within the city. She had a half brother by the name of Emmett, who she grew attached to and often subjected him to much hair pulling. According to her mother, she showed affection by tugging on hair, but she doesn’t remember this ever happening. No matter how many times her mother or Emmett had told her it did.

Emmett wasn’t constantly in her life until she was around two, his own mother died after an attack by a Shade and they buried a month later. She recalled everyone in the house was depressed but beyond that, the memories are hazy. It wasn’t a pleasant time in her mind.

For the next four years, she had a playmate. Like with any siblings, they had their highs and lows when it came to getting along. He would often try to go into a corner and play while she followed, curious over what he was doing, before he frowned then moved. Naturally Olivia just repeated the process until he began to include her, grudgingly. Eventually he couldn’t find himself playing by himself anymore.

She never understood Emmett’s experience with the Shade until the night that her own mother suffered a similar fate. They had just been put to bed, after much wrestling and protesting, before she fell asleep at the reading of a story by their mother. Olivia didn’t even know the Shade had floated into their room as it held Emmett aloof and forced something down his throat, threatening her subtly. Instead she was assaulted by a nightmare of her worst fear: the fear of being abandoned by her family.

^❤...Ｂｅｌｏｎｇｉｎｇｓ| Ｅｑｕｉｐｍｅｎｔ...^❤

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TBA

^❤...Ｃａｐａｂｉｌｉｔｉｅｓ...^❤

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❤ Mental ❤

Nothing to note yet.

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❤ Physical ❤

Fast runner: she’s a fast runner by 8 year old standards, at least she says she is and takes pride in showing her skills off in a game of tag.

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❤ Magical/Technological ❤

Vis Retrace: Using her own Vis, Olivia can flip through the history of an item. These scenes will play through her head, the information translated into her understanding and painting the picture as if she was an unseen witness. It is limited by the item’s angle, proximity, and condition of the item. The better of all three, the better the information gain will be. At this point, Olivia requires a lot of practice, know what the item is and spend some time with it in order to begin to flip through its history. What memory she encounters first is usually completely random.

She can’t invoke memories from components of the item. For example, she can’t focus on the memories of a cherry tree used to make a piece of furniture. She can focus on the furniture’s creation up to present day without issue.

Some items are more fickle in giving up their information, especially if they are of a magical nature. She can manipulate information gained to a limited sense, such as ‘fast forward’, ‘rewind’, ‘replay’ the scene for examination as long as she has retained physical contact with the item. With the help of another magic, it’s fully possible for her to actually recreate the information in order for others to view it. The larger the item, the more Vis it requires to read it and could leave risk leaving her drained afterwards.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

_{The art isn’t mine and belongs to its rightful artist, but I borrow it as a physical example for Emmett.
The main difference is that his hair is a bit more golden brown}

✠ Emmett Matthews ✠

_{~"I'm stronger than I look."~}

ℬio

_{Emmett Matthews}

_{^✠ M a l e ^✠ Heterosexual ^✠ 12 ^✠Shade Hybrid}

^✠...Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ...^✠

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Emmett appears to be a child with a slightly lanky built, rising to about 4 foot and 8 inches and about 93 pounds in weight. His face often seems to have a either a continually scowling or uncertain expression, a smile being very rare to see but usually very genuine when he does. He has the the numerous childhood scars an active boy can obtain, most have faded over his years. Often he’s seen in a simply shirt and jeans, preferring something he can move in and quickly without getting tangled up. These clothes often are torn or dirtied by his rough play.

His eyes have a slight golden brown, much like his short cut hair. The hair strands seem to continually look messy with intentions never to be tamed giving him what his mothers call an ‘adorable’ look.

^✠...Ｐ ｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ...^✠

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Emmett is often described as a protective, stubborn and rash youth by his father. His sister, being the sole living blood connection, brings forth his guardian like nature rather rapidly whenever she is in dangerous or hurt. This also makes him more reckless as he can become rather frustrated and angry when he fails to protect those he dearly love. His own safety comes second to his sister’s or others when he’s fixed in this mind set. He’s considered resilient to most trauma since he often focuses on the moment than think about the future, but it also means the moment itself affects him the worst and causes caution to be tossed out the window in favor of instinct.

Interesting enough, when he becomes infected he isn’t in as much conflict as one might expect from a child who’s now part Licentia. Whether he keeps it inside or hides it well, it’s hard to tell since (when not locked in a mood swing) he rarely shows a smile. Often his expression is one of either anger or uncertainty until one peels back the layers to reveal a compassionate nature. That’s when his moments of shown joy shines through in a meaningful way. At this stage in his life, he’s highly influenced by those around him and especially those he comes to love because he develops the want to make them proud of him.

(Might change ICly, but I tried!)

^✠...Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ...^✠

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Emmett Zeke Matthews was born in 2041 to Raiden Matthews and Braelyn Adriana, both engaged for about a month before their son was accidentally conceived. However, he was a happy accident that neither would change for the world. Raiden was a well known hunter in Ominar, but it seemed Braelyn underestimated the stress and risk of the job itself causing the pair to gradually drift apart over the years. By the time Emmett was four, his parents had divorced and leaving him in the custody of his mother believing it was best for him. There was one stipulation: Raiden was still allowed to be involved in his son’s life as much as possible.

Over the same year, his father had rekindle an old love with his old high school flame, Alice Haynes. She was born into a family hunters and knew the job risks much better than Braelyn as she became pregnant with Olivia. Interesting enough it seemed Emmett knew she was bearing life before even the mother or father. She had caught him staring at her continually one day and when asked why, he merely stated, “You’re different.” Then he went back to playing.

They found it odd until Alice took a pregnancy test and it was positive.

On request of Raiden, Alice and him managed to find a place close enough that he could pick Emmett every day after day care to spend many hours playing with his sister, allowing the boy to develop a protective nature over her. Even when they didn’t always get along. It was the night after Emmett’s last day at primary school when his biological mother died at the hands of a Shade.

Emmett noticed his mother had become tired, paranoid, and looked drained to him. Being a child, he wasn’t sure why or how it effected him beside her sluggishness in playing with him. Deciding to play by himself, he had went into his room to play a video game until he heard the heavy thud of his mother falling to the floor. Cautiously, he edged from his room to find something incorporeal and shadow like hovering over her.

A dread washed over him when it turned its ugly, red eyes upon the boy. He got the dark impression it was smiling at him in a way that reminded him of a cat noticing a mouse for the first time. His fingers gripped the wooden frame in panic as it twisted its head, looking to the door, then began to melt into the floor. Emmett stood there quietly for several moments before he finally reached for the courage to walk carefully to his mother’s side. He bent over to jiggle her arm, his voice filled with fear, “Mamma… wake up.”

Nothing. Her eyes just kept staring forward into space as he continued to tug at her sleeve, push at her body and everything he could to get her attention. His ears heard his father, Raiden, enter the apartment. Emmett’s attention turned to his father’s whose eyes widen in shock then narrowed into anger. This caused the boy to pedal back as Raiden’s hand reached for his gun and pointed it at his own child.

The gun went off and Emmett felt something tingle along his skin then a sting at his shoulder side. His body hit the floor causing him to scream in terror. He curled into a ball, trembling, as suddenly Raiden’s shaken form rushed to him and began to cradle him in his arms.

It seemed the Shade had gotten clever. It had casted an illusion upon the boy, hoping Raiden would kill him, only to have the illusion evaporated upon the boy being shot. In a panic, the hunter roughly checked Emmett’s small form to find the entry wound. He was a decent shot and at point blank range, there was no way he had missed Emmett.

After a few moments, his worry started to fade when he found nothing. His son was unharmed and merely terrified, his voice whimpering and crying from the experience. Trying to sooth his son, Raiden spotted a hole in the wall across from him where the bullet had ricocheted off and buried into.

For the next four years, Raiden buried his ex and raised Emmett alongside Olivia. Emmett’s life was peaceful and uneventful while Alice adored him as her own. His magic never seemed to flare up, or likely because Raiden never looked for it, again. It wouldn’t last.

When he turned twelve, Alice had settled Emmett and Olivia down into bed before she returned to the living for some late reading. She also knew Emmett or Olivia, now about eight, would come dragging their feet out of the bedroom for a glass of water. It never failed when they attempted to stay up past their bedtime. Casually waiting for the event, like clockwork, to happen she felt something brush her shoulder. Confused she began to place her book down as the Shade struck, the dreadful magic aura blared on her causing her to scream in terror.

She wasn’t prepared for it as she crumbled to the floor. Her heart, weakened from surgery a few years ago, began to throb and bust in her chest rapidly. Something ruptured causing her to bleed out slowly. The Shade then turned to the children’s room with ill intentions, its form floating toward it and let its aura seep in. Olivia fell into a terrible nightmare while Emmett, who had just began to get up, just stood there terrified. He was frozen in place when the Shade drifted through his bedroom door and seemed look at him. It casually moved closer as it manipulated the shadows at Emmett’s feet, rising him by his throat. He barely managed to clasp his hands upon the tendrils holding him and keep himself from being choked to death. Something small and slightly contrasted to the dark shadows holding him then pressed into his mouth, the marble like item threatened to slide down his throat. However, Emmett got the sense the Shade merely smirked in pleasure at his struggle as a shadow like hand pressed to his mouth and forced him to swallow it.

“Do it, or you’ll watch your sister die…” Came a raspy voice against his mind, like sandpaper, causing him to flinch in obedience. It then reply in a slight mockery tone afterwards, “Very good boy.”

^✠...Ｂｅｌｏｎｇｉｎｇｓ| Ｅｑｕｉｐｍｅｎｔ...^✠

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TBA

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Note: With Emmett’s growth being gradual, I will put all the sections into about 3 stages. Only Stage 1 and 2 will be seen in this sheet.

• Stage 1: This stage is when his abilities are just budding into existence and gradually gaining in control.
• Stage 2: Unlike Stage 1, Emmett has grown enough control to begin to develop them for combative and other uses with ease. They still occasionally mess up or fail.
• Stage 3: The max ability he can obtain during his growth and experience. While they can likely still grow in power, it will be rather slow compared to Stage 1 and 2, and his control, duration, and more of the magic comes with surprising ease.

✠ Mental ✠

Shade Traits

Shade Aura

Shades have the unncanny ability to create paranoia, fear and panic by emitting a natural aura from their Vis and influence those emotions in others. They use it to feed from and gain nutrients from the emotions. It starts off subtle and small, but builds as long as Emmett doesn’t restrain it. Depending on the stage, the time it takes to affect those around him and the range it has varies. It has an active and dormant phase, each one happening as needed for Emmett though at Stage 2 he can learn to suppress it. When it hits the active stage, it is because he is usually hungry (human food unable to give him all the nutrients he will need). Once satisfied, the aura will stop and no longer be affecting anyone nearby.

Stage 1-
Emmett can’t fully control it as well as he doesn’t realize he does it at first. When finally discovered, it takes a lot of mental effort and Vis to suppress it since it is a primary way to gain needed Vis for his growth. It’s slightly hard to predict when exactly it will happen for sure at this stage.

In order to suppress it for long periods, it takes more ability than he has at the present moment and likely will require some sort of magic, device or something to assist him from randomly feeding on impulse.

When he has developed the ability for long periods, he can only suppress it for up to 30 minutes at a time. This fluxes due to hunger, pain, stress, or other factors outside himself with the negative ones often lowering the time depending on how drastically they affect him.

When Emmett doesn’t control this, it spills out and infects anyone within 6 foot radius of himself. It takes about 5-6 minutes to see the effect in his victims, unless stopped or countered, and 3 hours before his victims are in complete, utter fear and paranoia. Thankfully, he’s not strong enough to actually frighten anyone to death.

Stage 2-
Much better control, he can sense when it starts then turn it on and off at will now. Though it still requires effort to suppress it when hunger creeps upon him and can be prevented from affecting anyone up to about 6 hours max. The longer he suppresses it, the more Vis he will require when he does feed because he’s making up for the lack of it when was needed.

Again this can flux depending on the same factors above and in the same manner. In addition, if he’s used a lot of Vis in say a fight then he would require a feeding to replace what he used. It’s much like people get hungry after extreme activity and burning off their energy.

When Emmett doesn’t control this, it affects anyone within a 10 foot radius of him. It takes about 3 minutes to see the effect in his victims, again unless stopped or countered, and 1 hour before his victims are in complete, utter fear and paranoia. Again, unless the victims are left a day in his aura (which is not likely) then he still doesn’t have the power to actually frighten anyone to death and merely only cause mental, emotional and some physical stress.
Stage 3-
TBA later

Notes: This ability doesn’t affect other Licentia related to Shades, or those who have developed mental counters to telepathy as that’s what this is channeled though. In addition, this makes him immune to abilities of those close in nature to his own.

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✠ Physical ✠

Shade Traits

Shade Hybrid Anatomy

Due to his hybridization, normal magic has the potential to damage him depending on the strength and additional properties of the spell itself. However, light, fire and holy magic will create serious amounts of damage to his physical form for sure. In addition to the threat of those three kinds of magic, sunlight can burn and hurt him when in contact with unprotected skin.

In the first few seconds, pain starts to spread across the area. This gradually begins to turn into bad sunburn, then first degree burns all the way to third degree burns depending on the length of time and intensity that he’s been exposed to. Too much damage runs the risk of killing him unless treated. While weakened by the sunlight, Emmett can’t use any of his magic related to his shade nature. This includes shadow manipulation, shadow walking, and nightmare creation.

Like most hybrids, Emmett’s got both human and Licentia anatomy making him more vulnerable than a complete Shade. His own (not that of magic related sources) reflexes, strength, speed, and other physical traits can only reach to the peak of human range. This makes him less formidable -without magic to assist him- then compared to Licentia whose strength is in physical traits. Most tactics that could kill normal humans can work on him when targeting the heart, brain, lungs and any other vital organs.

A small, crystalline soul core is nested into his spine back and slightly elongated in shape into the parts of the limbric system where emotions are regulated. Unless someone does a scan of some sort, it’s nearly impossible to tell it’s there. Surprisingly enough this doesn’t affect his ability to think, react, or other normal processing skills. Its size is considered only a bit larger than the average Shade core, but any violent and devastating damage to the brain will result in obvious death. He can still take some pretty hard knocks about the head as it’s protected by the skull, however.

As noted by Celaira, Brisn is also another magic that can hurt him unless it’s Tainted first.

Hybridized Vis/Emotional Sensory

Emmett, though he didn’t know it, had a very limited ability to sense changes in Vis when he was younger. It was how he could tell Alice was pregnant before either Raiden and her knew themselves. However, he could only sense something off/different, not the full details. This is because it worked more like empathy (like getting a gut feeling over something) than actual sight.

With the Shade now running through his own natural form, that ability has grained strength since including a small measure of Shade Telepathy. He can detect what people fear on a subconscious level and even a vague sense of hostile actions toward him, allowing him to get clear of danger.

-Stage 1-

When it first budded, this ability hasn’t changed save that it now includes the ability to detect people’s fears and hostile actions. The changes becomes easier to note and observe, though he doesn’t understand the reason fully yet. Due to his reliance on his instincts, Emmett can likely brace, evade or etc an attack directed at him upon sensing it. However, actually being able to do so is another story.

-Stage 2-

As Emmett learns and grows, he begins to notice patterns in the auras in individuals he interacts with. The more he’s around a bunch of individual of one race, more easily he can see how a pattern can differ in one individual compared to their fellows in the same race. However, his sense can still be fooled as its based solely on his experience with the aura of that race, past experiences with auras, and with the individual themselves.

For example: if someone’s hiding their aura/Vis to appear to be another race, like human, then he would never know they weren’t human.

Though he tends to react instinctively to whenever he senses danger, distraction and over thinking can often cause him to hesitation. This pause to think will affect his ability to dodge and how well depending on the length.

-Stage 3-

TBA later

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✠ Magical/Technological ✠

Shadow Manipulation
Casting Time:
Stage 1 -
Up to 1 minute or more. (Between 2-5 seconds)
Stage 2 -
Up to 10 seconds max. (Between 2-5 seconds.)
Seconds
Stage 3 -
TBA later
Range:
Stage 1 -
Primarily his own shadow
Stage 2 -
Any shadows up to 10 feet radius of him, but those farther from him take more time to cast on and uses more Vis to control
Stage 3 -
TBA later
Duration:
Stage 1 -
Up to 10 seconds before his focus wanes, unless encouraged then he can reach to 15 seconds. ( If he’s lucky, he could retain it like 1 moment after an action)
Stage 2 -
Gaining control, Emmett can expand his control up to a minute at least and possible more if not directly attacked or his focus is interrupted. (One action and by adding some focus, he can retain it up to 5 seconds afterwards)
Stage 3 -
TBA Later

Emmett’s new nature allows him to influence and manifest shadows (Stage 2 only), mostly through connection due to his hybrid’s nature. When under duress in his current stages, his instinct kicks in and causes his casting speeds increase notably, but this has a down fall however. Because he is acting on instincts, he isn’t actively concentrating to keep his shadows in the given shape or solidness causing them to crumble after one action and forcing him to start from scratch in casting once more. See the notes in () for the changes when he’s under duress. In Stage 1, it is more unpredictable and draining on the child than compared to when he’s more trained in Stage 2. This reflects when he tries to this spell multiple times, even on instinct.

This also means when not in times of danger or emergency, Emmett tends to take a bit longer to focus and cast this. It’s not the fact he finds it difficult, but rather he’s not quite learned to tune his concentration with his instincts so trying to do one without the other is much more time consuming with this spell.

A weakness to this spell is Purity or Light spells, which will either completely destroy them or return to their normal state. (Note the effect on Emmett in his physiology too) In stage 1, it is mentally draining to retain focus and keep the shadows into some sort of solid-ish form to interact with the world for extended periods.

Shadow Walking
Casting Time: Takes about minute or more depending on his determination, experience with the spell, and duress.
Range:
Stage 1-
Any shadow within 5 feet radius all around him.
Stage 2-
Any shadow from 5 feet (min) to 1 mile (max).
Stage 3-
TBA Later
Duration:
Stage 1-
If he’s done this unstressed, it will take him several minutes to an hour (unless Aeris is accompanying him) to find his way out. When under duress, it will last until someone retrieves him or until he’s able to calm down and get himself out.
Stage 2-
In short distances, it takes about 6 seconds to enter and 2-3 seconds to exit/retreat if he’s not fully exited. However, if the shadows move drastically (due to light source or other means) then it take longer to find an exit. In longer distances (anything not within easy eyesight and close proximity), it takes a bit longer since he’s unable to see the ‘images’ from the exit options well.
Stage 3-
TBA Later

Learning from Aeris, Emmett’s able to dematerialize himself into his own or any shadow he can come into contact with and more to another location. As he grows older and become more familiar with the shadow like maze within, he can easily find his way through without getting lost. However, he does run a risk of being possibly trapped the longer he remains within them.

-Stage 1-
During this stage, he often needs a guide since he’s learning the maze like atmosphere of the shadows when walking through them. When he manages to calm down and exits the shadow after duress, he won’t reappear in the same place he came out. Instead he can appear anywhere from 1 to 2 miles from his location and mostly likely have no idea where he is or how to get home.

-Stage 2-

He’s starting to learn exactly what he can do within this form. The casting time becoming as quick possible for him. He edges to being able to pull himself partly out of shadows then pull back in, testing what he can do and treading the limits. However without practice, time spent in the shadows, and experience… it’s difficult to continue endlessly so it’s unlikely he’ll be using it effectively outside of quick travel or mischief for now.

In addition, he’s solid so grabbing and pulling him out is possible if you’re strong and fast enough. It also traps him in place as he can’t move back through the shadows. You can also wipe out his shadows and force him to seek another exit likely far away from his current location. This tends to take time allowing his target to recover, run off or prepare. There’s also the matter of his occasional miscalculation of his shadow exits as he needs to relay more on memory, guess work, and instinct than actual ‘images’ in the shadows at this stage.

So it’s very imperfect at this point with numerous factors getting in the way depending on his experience at the time, but he’s getting there.

Nightmare Creation
Casting Time:
Stage 1-
At this stage, it will take up to 3 hours to active and complete 1 nightmare (per individual).
Stage 2-
As he gets better, the 3 hours drop down to 30 minutes and can span to multiple nightmares to each individual within the area. (unless they wake up)
Stage 3-
TBA later
Range:
Stage 1-
All those within a close radius of him, like say the same household or room.
Stage 2-
This stage increases to about 1/2 mile area.
Stage 3-
TBA later
Duration: Until the individual wakes as they have to be asleep in order to use this ability.

Much like Dream Manipulation, this is a non combative spell as the target needs to be asleep in order to work. Emmett needs to be within range of his target and get comfortable, letting his instincts relax his mind and seek out a sleeping individual. Emmett’s vis builds up into a soft and fine mist, colored blue so dark that it’s black, pouring from his figure into the given range. When the nightmare starts, he can influence it however he desires as long as he’s following the realm of ‘scary’.

Neither individual can be harmed in the dream physically or forced against their will. However, being part shade allows Emmett some instinct to what would be considered scary to an individual and immediately begin to twist it to produce the needed emotions- Aka this means players have control over the nightmare itself to make it fearful for their PCs since they know their characters best.

Stage 1-
He can only give a single nightmare to each individual and has no control over how many he can influence. He also lacks any sort of controlled manipulation in it, though he can appear in it and interact with the individual’s representation of it. Surprisingly, it doesn’t make him afraid and has no affect on him.

Stage 2-
He can give multiple nightmares to each individual, varying the intensity, but can’t single it down to one individual yet. He has much better control over how the nightmare plays out as he can influence, to a minor degree, its elements by dismissing or summoning them. He an also appear within it to interact with the individual though they might find it hard to.

Stage 3-
TBA Later

Notes: Kin to Shades and Shades themselves aren’t affected by this ability. Anyone awake is also not affected and makes it a waste of Vis.

Tough Skin
Casting Time:
Stage 1-
When activated, it takes less than a second to cast (Only at this stage and has is emotionally triggered only.)
Stage 2-
As he gets able to call it on will, instead of instinct, it increases to about 3-4 seconds (1-3 to push it through his skin, and one to harden on his skin)
Stage 3-
TBA later
Range:
Stage 1 & 2-
Self only
Stage 3-
TBA later (He will be able to give to another, but not multiple people and can’t cast it on himself after doing that)
Duration:
Stage 1-
Until a physical attack hits or for a total of 2 seconds (usually activates last moment literally) He can only do this once per battle as it takes time to rebuild the Vis.
Stage 2-
He can activate it and retain it for up to 6 seconds, disappearing when hit. It requires about 10 seconds or more to rebuild the Vis for another layer.
Stage 3-
TBA later

Using his Vis, Emmett can create a thin layer of Vis by pushing it through his skin and harden it enough protect him from most physical damage. Anything that actually gets past this barrier, I rather it was story base until he gets to about his late teens purely due to him being primarily human on the physical front. It acts similar to extreme armor though it can’t deflect any magical spells or none physical based attacks. It also doesn’t stop him from being shoved off his feet or over distances if the momentum and other vectors cause this. If enough force is applied, while it might not break the skin, it will leave a superficial and large bruise after contact. The first time he activated this, it was pure by emotion making it difficult to summon on a whim in his young age until he was taught.

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Mass Effect: Borealis

Lafayette Station, Vellios

Before the crew made their way off the ship, Vellios had studied the maps that each of the crew collected over the specs of the Lafayette station and downloaded into his omnitool for when they needed a quick exit. Thanks to encryption from both Serena and Dex, it would take a grade A hacker to find them masquerading as game programming data. He made his way toward the exit area right after their ship took dock.

He leaned over to sight see the hatch widen and eyed the busy scenery around them. Individuals, mostly LOKI and humans, were darting about from one area to the next to load, unload and other activities he was use to seeing in a place like this. His figure stood lingered there for several moments before he began to move again and came to rest to Serena’s side, his nerves made obvious only to her.

It didn’t help he was unarmed.

He crossed his arms, trying to prevent the twitching in his talons from being visible as he held his eyes to the nearest wall on the old relic. Vellios didn’t like he was too aware of what was missing on his person, the absent weight of his weapons brought back terrible memories and the instinct gnawing at him not to risk repeating those experiences by doing this.

Why did I let Serena talk me into removing all of my blades?!? The thought screamed at him through his crest while he breathed through his nostrils, trying to sooth over the jumpiness within him, and act natural. It wasn’t easy, but he managed to fake it.

The moment they began to move, Vellios did. His figure kept close to Serena as he glided and kept in step with her on exiting. Each time, his eyes wandered to absorb the scenery to keep himself occupied from the fact he was mentally naked.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Repressed Memories

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Location: On a side road heading out of NY
Time: Morning (1 am +)

Ben bit his inner cheek a moment, realizing how crazy he was for trying this with a bunch of strangers, as he sniffed the water a moment on impulse. It held a herbal scent though it was diluted by the water and hard to get a good scent. He snorted then took a cautious sip. The taste was bitter as he fought not to spit it back out causing him to shudder, his stomach clenched and tightened in reaction. An amused grin crossed his lips before he inhaled then promptly downed as much as he could in one movement.

The bowl was nearly a third of the way done before the nauseous sensation to throw up was on him. He stopped then sought to retain his stomach contents as he hunched over, his insides wiggling in unpleasantness, while he tried to stare into the fire. Flames crackled for what felt like hours before his vision started to blur and sweat began to roll off his skin. Gradually, he closed his eyes and let his eyesight fall into darkness.

Imagining his wolf was more difficult than he could’ve believed as he had never seen himself before. All the changes were painful and distracting, leaving no ability to focus on any reflective surfaces. Truthfully, he had been curious enough to want to know. It was just a disruption in his once normal life which explained why he wanted it gone and killed any desire to picture it. Ben let himself sit uncomfortably for what felt like several minutes before he couldn’t stand it anymore. His legs moved and he pulled out from under his seat, crawling out of the car with the blanket held up to shade him.

Everything felt off.

The wind blew across his nose causing him to shift his attention as everything felt uncomfortable. Ben’s figure leaned back against the car and still protected from the full moon’s effect. For the first time in two days, he actually looked content and peaceful. Another shiver of discomfort caused Benjamin’s stomach to flip within his middle as he turned to Rune across the fire.

“Alright,” Irritation obvious in his voice as the teenager tried to puzzle together what was about to happen to him,” “What now?”

His wolf appeared to be nowhere in sight for him.

“Patience young wolf,” Otto spoke softly and comforting as Rune began to chant something in what was clearly one of the many dialects of the First Nations, of the Native Americans who truly owned the land they sat upon. His mumbling grew to a fevered chanting as sweat ran down his forehead and his brow furrowed. And then it hit them, like a celestial truck, the magic smashed into them, dislodging their astral selves from their bodies.

“Don’t panic.” Rune said as they were now standing, according to their senses at least, upright. Yet at their feet, their bodies were clearly slumping forward, staring at the fire.

Even as Rune spoke, the fire seemed to discolor and lose its luster. The colors of the world bled out into a fog, that warped and shaped and swirled by laws none of the three could understand. Rocks and Trees took on hues of purple and their edges seemed undefined. And then there was a sudden, shuddering jolt running up their transparent, ghostly spines. The world wasn’t merely warping, it seemed as if another one was superimposing themselves over their perception. Shadows of trees that once stood where the deserts now stretched. Ancient shades of great walking beasts now bones beneath the ground. A place where death had been suspended, and time moved in all directions at once. The Spirit Realm.

“Easier said than done,” Ben tried not to snarl.

His eyes widened and blinked twice, trying to clear his eyesight of the illusions he thought he was seeing. They didn’t disappear. In face, they only got sharper to his attention causing him to tense and try not to bolt. If he hadn’t been turned into a werewolf, shifted several times in the last two days, and had come face to face with individuals gifted in magic, then he highly doubted he could’ve mustered up enough tolerance to remain in place right now.

Still soaked in fear and adrenaline rising, Ben turned toward Rune and Otto, “Alright, you still haven’t answered my question… I don’t see my wolf, so what now?”

“Are all kids this impatient Otto? Is it the videogames fault?”

“You did give the kid peyote.”

“Yeah. True” Rune shrugged. “Just hold on. I feel something. Something strong… It isn’t to happy though…” The rune priest mumbled as he swept the landscape with his eyes. Things were changing, the ghost grass seemed to grow, and he felt as if he was being watched. He knew this feeling, the presence of an Apex Predator.

With predatory grace and absolute quietness, a large, blond wolf edged into sight. It looked nearly identical to what Ben had when he was being hauled about by Barron in his fully shifted form, from the slight off figure upon all fours to the bright blue eyes, as it drew closer to the three that had trespassed upon his territory. His head shifted from one to the next, observing each individual then rested on Rune as the cause of bring them here.

What do you want and why do you tread upon my territory? The words were that of a confidence, mature wolf compared to the image of a pup he showed. He stood there patiently waiting for an answer.

“To bring together two sides of the same being. And reach better cadence between wolf and the man. According to the peace of the moon, and the nature of you both. You are one and the same, yet you are currently at odds with one another. I hope to help you both. It is obvious your transformation was premature, that even now. It strains you. I wish to help.”

The wolf turned to Ben, causing the boy flinch as he tried to stand his ground against the wolf’s stare. After a moment or two, the wolf turned back to Rune, I can’t be become whole with someone that rejects who they are and fears it. He wouldn’t accept the animal instinct, the responsibility, or the savagery that comes with my kind if he doesn’t accept himself. The premature transformation had little to do with the divide created.

Another pause was created while the wolf waited for Rune to comment on his words.

“It is never easy to wake up to an altered reality, to the nature of one self.. Some men spend their lives running from it. Others naturally accept it. “ He turned to Ben. “Running away will not make your life easier. Trust me.”

“I didn’t want to become a werewolf so you can’t blame me for not wanting it,” Benjamin said, trying to understand the wolf’s confusing words. Naturally in his attempt to translate the deeper meaning, he hadn’t fully understood them at all. This was enough to cause the wolf’s head to snap toward him and peered hard at him, absorbing that fact then turned to Rune as if to point out the obvious.

“No… That is not it.. You are special. Tell me wolf. How come you can track magic? What else runs in Benjamin's veins.”

Only three have ever been able to smell the energy you call magic and that is because they have had it within themselves from the start, The wolf said calmly as he cocked his head, No breed is built to sniff out what they can’t understand unless it lies in their veins. He suppresses it because it upsetted the one he loved the most and the only one that loved him back.

Johan felt a pang of sympathy at that. Tilting his head back he let out a sigh. It would not be easy. And he could not force the boy to simply reconcile with his past on the spot. “Benjamin” He said, his voice calm and steady. “Do you hate it? The magic I mean?”

“I haven’t any idea what you’re talking about. I’ve never encountered anything magical or supernatural or anything before I was bitten. Personally, I’m still hoping this is some whacked out dream and that I’ll wake up as things were,” Benjamin spoke, his words believed to be true causing the wolf to snort in disagreement. Anger filled the boy’s attention at being told he was something he wasn’t as he looked to the wolf, his voice reached out in a pissed off tone at it, “You don’t know me at all.”

For the first time, the wolf acknowledged the boy as an individual separated from himself as his eyes narrowed upon Benjamin and its back legs raised underneath it. Inch by inch, its hind legs pushed the blond wolf to stand fully on two legs as it towered over six foot (6’2”) and loomed over the boy then stepped forward. The voice was a snarl, the lips curled back to reveal several white canines, when it rippled through all their skulls, a warning, I know you better than you know yourself. You run from what you don’t want to face which means you’ll run from me as well. We can’t be whole that way.

After a few moments, the wolf’s figure then stepped back and once more resumed his earlier posture. However the hatred in the confrontation was still lingering in the spiritual energy about them.

Rune had not expected this. In hindsight, he should have. Teenagers were the spawn of every hell conceivable, and the crucible of angst and hormones made for the terrible creature known as young adults. And here he stood, watching the primal incarnation of Ben’s supernatural side try and talk sense to the one creature so immune to logic and rational thinking: The fabled and feared: Teenage boy.

“Ok Ben. I hate to say this. But it is time to put on the big boy pants. This wolf Is you. Of course he knows you.” He said exasperated. “You share the same memories, the same impulses. You are one and the same, separated only by the fact that you do not accept what and who you are.” Otto nodded as Rune spoke adding his own words to the conversation only after careful consideration.

“The Supernatural run in my family to. This form you see before is passed on through magic for generations. I did not have any more a choice then you did. But if we deny what we are, we will eventually burn from within. Nobody suppresses the beast forever.”

“I don’t… I don’t remember. You’re asking to accept something that makes no sense,” Ben said firmly his stubbornness shining through as his words showed earnest in his belief. At the mention of the wolf sharing the memories and impulses, his stomach turned at the truth. Something terrible was about to happen as his eyes seemed to plead for Rune to stop this and not pry further despite Ben himself being unaware that his eyes reflected this.

The wolf’s figure shifted uncomfortably, a show of pity perhaps, as he edged back to the boy, It was suppressed because it was painful to face the true or would hurt her memory. Admirable as the compassion is, despite how we try to hide it, it has caused a fracture. If it is difficult to remember, showing might be better.

With that, the wolf began to trot off into the landscape with an air of expecting them to follow. His fours legs moved in predatory grace across the rugged and shifting territory he called home. Never missing a step or lost pacing, they gradually came to a small, calm pool shrouded by mist. A feminine voice called out loudly, a slight worry mixed with the motherly tone.

“Ben, Ben where are you? I know you’re here, come out. Ben…”

Ben immediately grinded to a stop as the wolf turned, not at all surprised, then shifted his head to Rune and Otto. This will be difficult… we must see to believe. Often we can’t run from the truth when it’s facing us and a small, outside nudge helps in great measures.

“Magic is build on truths and deceits. A truth is always powerful. That is why we protect them with deceit. Even if it means fooling ourselves. “ Rune felt a pang of pity for a boy, and something else entirely. Selfloathing. Here he was, speaking of truths and deceits, but he had no idea where his own road led. Steeling himself he spoke softly. “We are here to bear witness, we shall take this secret with us to the grave, shall you demand it of us Ben. We will not abandon you.”

Ben didn’t reply. Instead, he watched his mother drift into their backyard and toward the pool, her eyes darted for him. Her cries made him cringe inwardly with each word that it could be seen and felt by touch. He was fixed in place, helpless, and unable to stop it from peeling back the haze of that day. A six year old boy materialized in the pool’s reflection as he chattered with someone.

“Ben, who are you talking to?” There was fear lacing his mother’s question. He was too young to understand why, his eyes unable to remove themselves from her figure and noted the gut sensation of guilt squirming into his chest. Casually she moved toward his younger self and immediately picked him up, her eyes widened in recognition toward the figure as she clenched him tightly to her.

“What do you want? Leave my son alone,” She spoke harshly to the figure, a wispy shape taking a woman’s form. Rune and Otto would immediately realize the creature his mother was talking to was a Banshee. Through Ben could see her, she disguised her word to where only Mrs. Reeves could hear. It sounded like the rattle of the reeds, eerie and grim, with each breath. However the words seemed to draw more fear and panic from the woman as she shook her head, “No. He’s staying here, grandmother. I won’t let you take him.”

Another eerie whisper occurred.

“Please, no. I’ll do anything. Just don’t take him.”

Through the scene wasn’t over, its running was a mish mash product, darkness filled the pool and eventually once more became a dark surface untouched by anything. Ben just stood there watching in silence. The wolf turned to Rune and Otto, his eyes studied them a moment before he spoke, This was as much as could be unsurfaced from the mind and we need time. Even if the fracture was healed, learning to co-exist would take months or longer as is normal with an American Werewolf. We are done here…

“Yes.” Rune bit back the dark bile that rose in his throat. “Yes. We are.” Otto looked stunned. He looked to Ben, but Rune stopped him.

“If you need time, you have it Ben. This turned out heavier than I expected it to. It may not feel like it. But in time, you will thank me for this.” He closed his eyes and began to sing the hymn of return. Reality began to warp and separate again, the superimposed hyper reality fading until they were simply at the roadside, a small tray of coals where the fire between once had been.

“Ugh… my goddamn head..” Rune mumbled.

Ben’s eyes fluttered open as his figure leaned over the car edge, his arms pressed to his squirming middle. Without warning his lips opened and spewed the mostly digested contents of his dinner across the ground nearest the car. Unable to remain seated, his figure dropped to all fours upon the ground and felt another sickening wave rush over him before he finished purging whatever remained in his system once more. Ben then weakly sat up, his back pressed against the car’s frame, and somehow managed to keep the blanket mostly covering his skin.

“I can see why Otto wasn’t keen on doing this… fuck. Was that real?” Ben said, though he knew the answer, “What was she speaking to? I don’t...”

His right leg lifted and bent as his forehead rested on it, not caring anymore if he went wolf or not, while trying to cope with what had just happened. A sick, twisted blade of guilt dug into his middle causing him to want to just disappear altogether. His mother had gotten in a car accident and died in the hospital, or he thought. Daniel never allowed him to say his final goodbye before the bastard made the call to pull his mother’s life support when he was away at school. With the thoughts running through his head, he didn’t notice he was trembling along his surface.

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

@Fallenreaper Absolutely fine. Once you have got your collab up we will be able to move on with the next round. Waiting a week will give everyone some time to get more of their current collab ready for next round.

@TheDuncanMorgan

I found time, and posted as I'm moving next week officially.

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

~| Infested Waters|~

Location: Across the Sea (Unknown officially)
Time: Months Earlier before arrival at Nyhem (summer’s end)
Featuring: Dyril, Kiseo, and Morian (written by Fallenreaper and ArisenMoon)

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Across the horizon two distant ships named the Bein Thúl ^* and Nen Sigil ^** rolled over the waves lapping at their hulls. In union they broke smoothly across Elven Imperium territory and headed proudly toward Formaroth, neither hindered by the rise and fall of the tide. Onboard the Bein Thúl, Dyril could easily see the crew were keenly in their element. Their bodies rushed about in the background, each man attending to his own duties, and rarely paused long enough to acknowledge her presence on the deck.

She might’ve been a patron for the ship’s services, but she wasn’t the most important factor of this journey.

In the early months of the voyage, Dyril had been greatly bothered by it. She assumed it was because she wasn’t use to being publicly ignored. Instead she was often studied like some bizarre, obscene insect that had crawled its way from the darkest hole imagined within her family’s affairs. When she was very young and ignorant to the reaction of hybrids, she felt outlandish. However as time gradually went on, the behavior become expected in her everyday life. Now, she found herself too aware of its absence and struggled with how to react correctly to it. Oddly enough, relief had replaced the anxiety within a month causing her to become use to it.

The atmosphere was clearly much lighter compared to the many years she spent in the manor. It was something she found herself cherishing as she left a small, feminine smile creep along her lips. Her sights turned back upon the horizon as she resisted the urge to relax her image and lay her head upon her comfortably crossed arms upon the deck’s railing.

Her pride prevented her to act upon a childish impulse as her attention returned to spotting the large, gray shape called land in the far distance. She had done this every day for most the month, her mind believing it would make the voyage faster or impede her growing nerves rattling against her bosom. Each day was too soon to expect the sighting and even if she did, the man in the crow’s nest would spy it first before herself. With the thought in her head, her eyes shifted upward to notice the man named Jeb stationed there. Through the man was among the youngest, he had the keenest eyes according to the Bein Thúl’s captain Tato Brys.

Captain Brys was considerably interesting as far as humans go, through in Dyril’s mind he was inferior to Elves on most accounts. Naturally her attention drifted toward the dark haired, blue eyed man with skin like ebony at the helm. Currently he was occupied with the ship’s navigator who seemed to be insisting on a change in course which the captain frowned upon.

Though he lacked the regal image their escort ship’s captain, Revion, on the Nen sigil had, his bravery was admirable. Not many sailors dared to venture into dangerous water infested by pirates.

Dyril Elian let out a small breath then pulled her arms off the ship’s railing. They fell in front of her and crossed at her waist, one arm gripped the other. It was a habit from her days in the Elven court. Often it was considered the proper fashion for women to always ensure their hands and arms were in displayed in front for all to see. Through Dyril knew little about the custom, she suspected it developed to show feminine subservience to the Elven male role. The summer’s clear and calm day had determine her wear to be a simple pleated shirt and an over dress, through the salty air weighed the fabric down across her figure making it uncomfortable. After about a month at sea, she had Kiseo stop wrapping her fingers since it longer mattered.

Something moved into her peripheral vision causing Dyril to pause and tense, then whip her head about. She promptly relaxed upon seeing Kiseo, who gradually move into her usual position, and cautiously study her master’s reaction. Unlike Dyril, she was dressed in more modest attire to reflect her status as a slave: worn linen shirt and pants. A small smile broke across the angular features creating a softening on seeing the Mao up and about.

Weeks ago, Kiseo had fallen victim to sea sickness. Dyril was fearful because it was believed it could become scurvy if the Mao didn’t recovered from it. Scurvy often become lethal and through they had means to prevent it, through fermented cabbage to lime juice, there was little ability to properly treat it when contracted.

“Have you fully recovered, Kiseo?”^***,” Dyril asked as she studied Kiseo, her eyes noted the color had returned to the yellow brown fur once more. In fact she looked much better than she did a week ago bring surprising relief to the hybrid Elf’s mind though she didn’t let the expression reach the surface.

"Yes, mistress," Kiseo retained her trained submissive manner, but her eyes flickered about the deck and the activity.

Dyril knew the expression well. The Mao had questions building up within her and it was only time before they all came spilling out for answers, something that she felt got the slave in more trouble than necessary. Before she could answer, the man in the crow’s nest straightened up then shouted something below.

“Captain, Brys! A ship to our port side,” Hollered the young lad while he seemed to scan for any identifying marks, his arm began to pull down the white flag which usually meant smooth sailing. His hand gripped the red, often a call for assistance from pirates or other sea worthy dangers the Nen Sigil could aid with. Immediately, several crew men halted in their work to cautiously watch the mysterious ship’s next actions.

Among them were Dyril and Kiseo, both fearful the ship would bound toward them and spur the crew into action.

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Morian stood at the prow of the Sea Wolf, his eyes on the horizon as the ship glided across the water. The pure white sails were high in the air, catching the best of the breeze, sending the vessel across the ocean towards their target at a rapid speed. He turned his head slightly, looking back at the men moving about their tasks. Reaching up to his neck, he unclipped the cloak he wore, letting it fly off with the breeze.

"Lads, they have seen us by now. Those little ships they got don't have the speed to beat us. They are ours for the taking!" He raised his fist in the air, and his crew gave a roaring cheer. "Make ready to board! Arm yourselves, and kill the crew. Take any officers alive." The pirates gave another cheer, and quickly began rushing across the top deck, grabbing swords and axes, as several grabbed bows and arrows. Morian himself reached down to the side of the vessel, where he had left his rapier. He picked it up, and quickly tied it around his waist.

"Bring us in, and raise the colors!" Moments after he spoke, two men quickly gripped a coil of rope lying on the deck, quickly pulling on it. A pure red flag quickly caught the breeze, billowing in the wind. As it unfurled, the image of a orange phoenix could be seen on it. House Antherion had come.

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Dyril's fluttering heart dropped and settled deep in her stomach upon witnessing the trailing ship's red flag unfurl to reveal pirates. She had only heard, from lucky sailors, about a deep red flag graced by an orange, flaming bird across the bottom and most often few individuals ever survived the encounter. If it wasn't for the fact they were now stalking her ship, she might considered the irony that these pirates were gradually wiping out their livelihood with each raid. No survivors frighten people into avoiding the sea and that meant less sailors, which explained the slim picking between Formaroth and the Elven Imperium.

She continued to stare in disbelief even when the men spurred into action. Lads and veterans, of all ages, raced across the deck toward the riggings. Their arms tugged at the riggings as they pulled them down, the sails became unfurled when they caught wind. The ship lurched forward and into the current heading toward Formaroth. Kiseo, quicker to recover from the silent shock, was the first to move. Her hands immediately wrapped protective about Dyril’s shoulder then began to lead the hybrid down below deck.

Thankfully, the Bein Thúl was much faster than she looked as she began to pull out distance over the two larger ships.

Meanwhile, the Nen Sigil had also prepared itself for a confrontation. Men upon the decks scrambled for their swords, daggers, and numerous other weapons as they hoisted their sails into the wind. The mast creaked harshly at the sudden increase of speed. Revion, a stout and healthy looking Elven rushed to the deck’s surface. His uniform easily showed his stature as captain among his crew with a prime white shirt, well kept breeches, boots, and belt with a sword sheathed within it. His long black hair was slicked back and placed in a ponytail, his voice raised among the bedlam with an authoritative roar, “Steady men gather your weapons! Let’s see if we can catch those filthy bilge rats’ attention and give them something else to chase.”

He turned back toward the portly human male at the helm, his hair white and thinning on top, “Mr. Letizi, cut amidst the port and forward direction. I want us betwixt that filth and the Bein Thúl, do you understand?”

"Yes sir!" With that, Letizi jerked the helm's wheel to the direction then held her firmly. With surprising grace and ease, the Nen Sigil began her angular direction to block the smaller ship from view. Revion was hoping the show of aggression might scare off or discourage the pirates, but he held great doubt it would work. Instead he focused on shouting orders in order to get as much speed as possible from the winds and the sails so to keep the vermin busy.

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Morian watched the target ships moving, observing their deployment and changes. He was annoyed, now that he saw what he was truly up against. They had am escort vessel, and no simple escort ships at that. These were dedicated combat ships he faced. Such events demanded a change of tactics. Turning, he began walking down the length of the Sea Wolf, shouting new orders.

"Stow the bows and arrows. All archers, grab the pots and get ready to toss! Shields to the fore, prepare to provide cover!" His orders set his men into action once more. The archers quickly put away their bows and arrows, before opening a hatch in the ship. They quickly, but carefully pulled out several pure red pots held within, handing them to each other. At the same time, several of the larger pirates were picking up large slabs of wood, hefting them on their shoulders. The two groups quickly moved to the port side of the ship, shields in front with pots behind.

"Steer us to the starboard of the escort ship. Cripple the port side vessel, and prepare men to board the smaller ship. We will deal with them first, then pursue the fleeing ship." The helmsman nodded to Morian, quickly spinning the helm. The longship quickly came around, cutting through the water, and setting course directly between the two escort ships.

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In all of his time on the vast seas, Revion had confidence in his abilities. He was a well seasoned sailor and captain, especially with his age as an elven individual. Highly reliable, his reputation had given him vast employment over the decades to support his family back on the mainland shores of Ilrenqua, an Elven coastal city. This alone kept them all from poverty and forced servitude among the Patricians ranks where nothing but abuse, pain and misery awaited them. Without him and this risk, they would suffer.

This motivation was the key thing that spurred Revion on as his eyes watched the Sea Wolf draw closer.

Unlike the Bein Thúl, the Nen Sigil was much slower in comparison and in moments the smaller ship quickly began to leave them behind. By the time the pirate ship had covered the distance needed, the smaller ship’s stern had left its escort about three meters in its wake on its attempt to escape and the larger quarry had moved in for the block. Its port beam exposed to the attackers, Revion made three sharp blows to an ivory whale bone whistle causing all the crew’s heads to turn to the port side. It was clear they were about to be boarded as they rushed in to form a small line about the ship’s edge. Each one, save for Letizi at the helm, had their weapons ready and were willing to fight until the last breath since they had little choice now.

If the Sea Wolf had been a living, breathing wolf, Revion was sure he would’ve seen the fangs bared for what the beast assumed to be an easy kill. However, the crew of the Nen Sigil wouldn’t go down easily. Each man was a trained combat fighter in this line of work and all intended to take down at least a pirate or two before their dying breath.

“Steady men, the moment they board first wave rush them. Letizi, no matter what, keep this ship between them and the Bein Thúl. Is that clear?” Revion asked the helmsman, the human nodded with a brave face and trying to swallow down the fright swelling in all of their chests. This was a confrontation no one looked forward to, but it couldn’t be avoided without risking their employer’s own vessel. As the Sea Wolf’s deck became visible, the Elven captain's eyes tighten in suspicion upon seeing the strange sight of the men positioned with shields and another row positioned just behind them. Something was happening but he couldn’t fathom what.

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As the Sea Wolf came along with the side of the first ship, Morian brought his fingers up to his face, and proceeded to give a sharp whistle. Nearly in unison, the men holding pots took two steps forward, and threw the pots up into the air, and onto the deck of the ship. As the pots hit the deck, they shattered, releasing their contents onto the deck. Whale oil quickly spread out across the deck, and the a few of the enemy sailors got doused in it as well.

Morian extended his hand, and one of his sailors passed him a burning torch. Morian made brief eye contact with whom he assumed was the captain of the other ship. Morian then brought his arm back, and tossed the burning torch onto the deck of the other ship, into one of the oil pools. Turning his head, he waved for the helmsman to pull them away. They had another target to get.

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When the oil splattered across the water soaked deck, Revion came to a deep and dark conclusion. This man wasn't a pirate. He was raging lunatic and a cold blooded murder, an individual that likely sought to wipe out every ship on the sea.

A few of the crew had managed to step back and prevented themselves from being doused in the liquid as their expressions were warped by confusion. When Revion made eye contact with Morian, he spotted the torch and spurred into action. His lithe figure darted across the oil pools toward the helm just when the pirate had tossed the torch. Revion’s words once more ripped across the salty air in urgency, "Fall back to the boats, NOW!"

Letizi watched in horror as the fire rushed across the deck the moment the oil was touched. His stout form was pushed out of the way and toward the nearest boat by the captain, the elf quickly placed his sword into his sheath then ripped a rigging rope from the nearest hook.

He began to bind it upon the helm's wheel and fastened in a fashion to follow the retreating Sea Wolf.

His long ears caught the chaos erupting along the deck. Men screaming as fire blazed across their figures and being shoved either overboard or in a mad dash for the boats. A few boats splashed down as sailors climbed haphazardly upon them. Others dove off into the sea, becoming helpless victims to her fickle nature. The fire spread to consume the wood on the deck quickly and would become a wild blaze in minutes.

Revion paused for a moment, his eyes noted that the Bein Thúl gradually became a speck on the distant horizon. She would live to see another day it seemed as even if the pirates rushed to pursue, they would never catch her before she entered Formaroth’s sea boundaries and encountered the Neptuna’s navy. They would be out manned before they managed to catch one single ship. A smirk shined on his angular face, Revion vanished below deck to jam the rudder.

An inferno greeted him upon entering. Smoke and fire licked the hull sides around him as he moved from the stairs toward the aft side, seeing the rudder not far from his position. He unsheathed his sword then with all of his might, jabbed down into the rudder’s mechanics to prevent it from moving in it’s preset course. It embedded deeply and stuck fast.

During Revion’s task below the deck, Morian would see the Nen Sigil’s side smack into the Sea Wolf’s. The fire jerked and tried to spread from ship to the other, a few breaking out over the Sea Wolf’s surface from the contact.

Back down below decks, Revion coughed and moved from the aft toward the stairs again. He found them nearly covered in fire now. Not wanting to be burned too badly, his arms removed his captain’s coat and then placed it in front of him like a barrier to protect any exposed skin. Not able to stay long, he rushed through the flames up the barely stable stairs. One cracked and nearly made him stumble, his leg barely saved him from a horrible death. Embers from the fire caught the coat on fire as he continued to move to the nearest side. A yell bellowed from his lip upon feeling heat touch his bluish flesh, his arms tossed away the now burning coat behind him and dive into the water.

He sank a bit, then swim up to break the surface. Fresh air enveloped his lungs causing him to gasp and cough to clear the carbon from his throat, his arm covered in what he believed was heavy burn wounds. Any fire on his person was now doused leaving him painfully scarred. A nearby boat caught sight of him and began to paddle in his direction with the intention to haul onboard.

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Morian ignored the screams behind him. The shrieks of pain, and the shattering of the boat were of little care to him at the moment. What was more demanding of his attention, was the loss of the other ship. The speed of the little vessel was truly surprising, and Morian could barely see it on the horizon, after only a few minutes. Perhaps it would bring word of his ships actions. If it did, it would accelerate his plans if the mainland forces decided to respond. However, Morian had little doubt he could continue his plans.

He finally turned around the look back at the other ship, a majority of the flames put out as the ship sank beneath the waves. He saw a few sailors in the water, but a majority of the survivors seemed to have congregated around a few rowboats. The warship had to come around at a wide sweeping angle, to avoid the other vessel, which was still floating. Morian signaled for the Sea Wolf to come around, and he didn't need to tell his men to grab the bows again, they were already doing it. They moved to the sides of the ship, and with cold efficiency, began to fire at the survivors in the water.

Morian signaled for the ship to come to a halt, as they pulled along side a small clump of ships. His men moved to the side of the ship, raising their bows and aiming at the scattered survivors. Morian pushed his way forward, his men making a small gap for him.

"Hello, my name is Morian Antherion, of House Antherion. As of this moment, you are now all my prisoners. Throw your weapons into the water, and you will be brought aboard. If you refuse..." He flicked his wrist, and one of his men loosed their arrow. It sailed through the air, and planted itself in one of the men standing in the back of a rowboat. The poor man jerked from the impact, before falling into the water.

"You will find that doing as I say is much more preferable than resisting..."

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Revion had been almost pulled up when arrow whistled past and darted into the water behind. His assisting crewmate suddenly widen his eyes and let go, his figure slumped over the edge as he splashed in with an arrow in his back. Not willing to let the man drown, the elven captain’s right hand gripped the side of the boat while his other reached for the fallen sailor. He snatched the shirt collar then tugged him toward the cover of the boat’s shadow. More arrows whistled by and were followed by more hollers, yells and panicked dives for any sort of cover. A few boats overturned with sailors hidden underneath to shield them from being shot.

When the arrow fire ceased, Revion listened to the ultimatum before another good man fell victim to the pirate’s cruelty. His jaw set in resistance while a few men tossed what little weapons they had into the water. Deep inside, the now ex-captain wanted to test the man’s threat rather than be a prisoner to a beast. Either way, all of them would die at this man’s hands.

His men, on the other hand, had different feelings and hoped to see their families in the future. All of them readily surrendered to the tyrant’s orders as they sat in the boats, waiting to be hauled up and imprisoned. They were done.

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^{* Elven- Fair Wind in Formaroth
** Elven- Water Dagger in Formaroth
***Because there’s no reliable translators and fact I would actually like people to read the conversation OOC, whenever they speak in another language it will be color coded. Plum is Elven, Coral is Mao, and more colors will be added as needed. Through these are the primary ones they use.}

Mass Effect: Borealis

Allow me to dust off this ooc thing here. Has everyone survived their finals?

@DearTrickster

I'm alive. Though moving will likely happen some time next week, which I'm working on Vellios right now. ^-^

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

NJC

Lily Quarin

Hider

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I’m sorry, I hate filling this out cause I don’t know until they are in the IC.

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Face

Hider

Eyes shift to a bright, glowing yellow when she's using her magic.

Hider

Full body

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Height- 5'11''

_{^♪♫ Female ^♫♪ Pansexual ^♪♫ 800 ^♫♪ Licenti (Siren)^♪♫}

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Lily doesn’t like to talk much about her childhood. The past is behind her and it’s something she prefers to keep out of her mind on a daily basis, but time to time she does become reminded of it.

She was the 2nd youngest of a quadruplet fraternal sisters, all succubi, that were heirs to a southern territory in Torqueo. There was a very unsettling tradition that occurred for several generations. It required all siblings reaching upon the age of 210 to be tossed into an arena and expected to kill each, the sole survivor would then be groomed to rule their home by their mother. It wasn't a surprise the current ruling Licenti had kept her distance with all her own offspring to prevent favoritism. Lily personally thought she was a shriveled up old husk of a bitch whose heart had iced over hundreds of years ago.

Each child, herself included, was given a combat tutor who educated them upon their choice of fighting skills (both magic and physical), battle tactics and additional lessons that were endless in assisting their survival in the upcoming ritual. Rivalry at this time was encouraged and even created with the brief interactions they were allowed, often allowing each others to witness each other’s progress over time. Their tutors didn’t help much in preventing a subtle hatred toward each other either. Unlike her two sisters, Lily’s only reason for learning was mainly because she wanted to live.

She was the most smug and least disappointed when the youngest ended up displaying magic long thought lost to their lineage. This automatically nulled any rights her or the others had to inherit their mother’s region. While her mother focused her attention on the ‘little princess’, Lily and her sisters were discarded to their own paths in life.

After about a few months of traveling she set up shop within Tenebrosa, a medium town filled with Licentia ranging in various shapes, sizes, and breeds. For Lily, she found the scenery suitable to her needs and so began to make her home within the center. The town worked on a barter system of services, goods or other things, forcing her to find a contribution that Licentia needed and valued. Information became her trade, collected through a mixture of seduction, manipulation and even dream walking into the minds of others. Any local competition was easily dispatched through indirect means that suited Lily well. It was nothing personal, but she hated anything that reminded her of her childhood and competition happened to do that. This also ensured she always had customers.

It was during her 547 years within Tenebrosa that she met a charming, to put mildly and politely, nightwalker named Szayeis. Over the course of her time in the town he visited her for information, the town being a crossroads for many a Licentia, through she was still inexperienced in dealing nightwalkers or their kin. On occasion Szayeis would bring a young Kitsune or a human girl alongside him, both she had quiet opinions over.

During 1747, Lily began to make the transition to a new trial stage. This lasted a week or two at most since she had been collecting energy for years, leaving her feeling slightly off and all too aware of her vulnerability. Due to this, she sided on the caution causing her to shut herself in and not see anyone for a month until she became a Siren. She barely noticed the different when she became solid, through likely because she kept her dream abilities from her succubus’ stage, until her sharpened hearing caught the breathing of a large Licenti behind her door.

After a few tests, she knew her full potential. It was also discovered that she had an enjoyment of music when she accepted, on a whim, a Licenti’s payment in songs. She leaned more toward alternative rock and symphonic genres as her favorites, due to their rapid and high pitch keeping her interest.

Around 2011, she entered Medius for a change in scenery and to explore the world. Naturally through a few coaxed sources and some dream walking, she located Darius within Ominar where he had established himself well. At first, the Fox wasn’t sure what to think of her as she requested a job at the Lucky Sinner, requiring a more stable income compared to her current scraping to make ends meet. After all, Medius worked more on a currency system then the more common barter system in Tenebrosa causing her to seek a way to fill her own newly discovered passion: music.

Wary and unsure of her intentions, Darius allowed her to become a singer and performer in the club part of his casino. She didn’t doubt he informed Szayeis about her current position and employment under the Kitsune. Personally, at the time, she didn’t give a damn. Surprisingly enough Darius and her earned a mutual respect, through it never flowered past the occasional roll in the sheets.

Over 25 years she enjoyed singing, attracting the attention of numerous patrons and onlookers. Being a Siren, she still held onto her flirtatious nature and graceful charm to enhance herself as an individual. One night after a performance, a man named Samuel Kardan, a music scout of sorts, recruited her for his own company getting out of the gate. While a talented singer without the Vis vibrating through her vocal cords, her insecurities got the better of her and often she would use magic to enrich the sound to something appealing to others. Deep down, she suspected that caused him to notice and request her to create music for him.

In 2036 she started her career as a singer. Though originally she refused to limit herself to one genre of music, her preference leaned into the alternative rock and symphonic metal since it seemed to fit with the times. Despite her age, all Licentia are entitled to mistakes and this was her biggest one. She let the frame and power get into her head, something she knew she shouldn’t have, leading to a terrible fate.

It was during 2040 she met Rex, but it wasn’t an instant fall in love type of deal. Her sense of worth and attitude was a massive turn off for the large wolf. She was amazed, later, that he had stuck around for as long as he did.

However, in 2046 she noticed someone in the crowd that gave her instincts the chills. A strange human, around his late twenties, made the nerves on her spine prickle in dread. Memories of him turning up in every concert started to surface while she became wary and over aware of his uncomfortable stares at her on stage. She only made it to the third song before she found herself rattled enough to walk off stage for an unscheduled break. She didn’t bother to let Rex know as she fell back into the nearby alley, somewhere she believed no one would’ve seen her, to try to talk her nerves down.

It was mistake she would live to regret.

She hadn’t even noticed he had followed her, a crazed and obsessed fan, until he stepped from the shadows. By the time she did, a bright wire of Vis had found her throat, her ankles and wrists as they sudden wrapped tightly about her petite form. Lily’s first instinct was scream but the moment she tried, the Vis made wire constricted and choked her into silence. Her next reaction was making area hot but her consciousness slipped from her and her panic rose in her chest, constricting her limited breath. She fell unconscious shortly afterward and in that moment… she knew she had screwed up royally.

For a year, Lily went missing. No one knew where she had went and after a few weeks, people seemed to have stopped caring about her and she became a cold case. During that time she believed she was imprisoned in some sort of bunker. She later learned it was some refitted basement under a cabin in some backwoods of Europe. A strange device was strapped to her neck when she woke up causing her to examine it. It turned out it was a bit of archaic magi-tech, likely something stolen, that when it sensed Vis being used it would disrupt the Ostium and delivered a very pain jolt.

Not all Licentia could tolerate pain as well as humans seem to assume. When the jolt rippled through her body, she crumbled and gasped in shock over the experience. She had only felt this degree of pain when she was child.

When her unwanted host revealed himself, the man introduced himself as Norman. For the first time in her life, she learned humans could just as cruel and sadistic as some of her own kind when given the right conditions.

This lasted as he played out some sick, twisted fantasy with her. During it all, she lost her sense of time and days melted together in the basement she was kept in. Only the sound of the door above opening or closing seemed to follow a rhythm. This continued for months.

A year later, Norman slipped up and Lily sprung on the chance to escape. While he was getting the wine for them, he left her with one arm loose and free to use the crystal rose brooch given to her to unlock her collar. Empowered with magic again, she carefully replaced the collar back when she heard him return.

The man didn't even notice.

Lily took a risk then politely asked if she could sing him one of her songs to which he seemed over enthusiastic about and rest was history. Emotions are a powerful thing in humans, especially the broken. One could be driven to suicide by them sometimes. However, that was never her intention. It just went to show that even when she could influence emotions… she couldn’t predict an individual’s reaction to them accurately enough.

When Rex found her, she was in shock and silently sitting upon her chair. In the corner, Norman's body was laid out upon the floor where a blade was laying, bloodied, a few feet from him. He had cut his throat open enough to bleed to death before he regretted his decision. While Tenebrosa had been known for its violence, she had managed to avoid coming face to face with it until now. The experience was rattling for her.

Gently she was picked up and taken out, unaware of Rex's presence until much later in her recovery. Upon asking him what he did, he told her that he cleaned the mess and all evidence of it up. Only two things were spared from that day as a reminder of her experience and how she refused to ever be someone’s victim again.

Over the next five years, Lily worked on recovering from her jarring experience. Putting her life back together was much more difficult than she originally anticipated as memories, nightmares, and worst kept cropping up when she believed she was over it. Eventually she learned to live with it thanks to help from Rex. She shifted in personality back to her less abrasive attitude caused her to spark interest in Rex, the both of them started off small by dating and grew into love in time.

Things were good for a time until the Prae gradually began to occupy Ominar. No one saw it coming because it was so quiet and subtle, even she wasn’t aware of what happened until it was over. Rex couldn’t keep a job as the people associated with the Prae began to spread word that Licentia weren’t good to hire. They lost their home and were forced into the slum region of Ominar. While a part of her wanted to escape Ominar, she loathed the idea of being forced to yield to them and instead began to show her strength again.

Since many of those in the slums were poor and outcast individuals, a bartering system had began to develop. Goods, services and even information were being traded among the slum region causing her to once more dip into what she was good at: collecting and selling information. During that time she managed to keep food on the table and roof over their head, barely, by selling intel over various subjects from raids locations to where love ones might’ve been. She fond it funny that coaxing information out of an individual was much easier in a dream and many of the OCPD loved to sleep in their cars during a stake right before a raid.

It was about a year ago that Mr. Crowley approached Rex and her, offering them both jobs. She was suspicious at first. This man merely turned up without warning and she assumed knew both of them, rubbing her pride wrong enough that her intelligence was limited over this individual. This put her on edge when he seemed to have appeared from nowhere. Already having a shitty day, she might’ve overreacted when she was about to slam the door in Mr. Crowley's face.

The man didn’t take no for an answer it seemed.

After a long conversation, Rex became the head for Armax Security and she agreed to work as an information broker. It was a start to getting them out of the slums. They moved into the business district, but Lily still kept close ties with the Entertainment district and the slums. Lately, she’s been considering checking on Darius and once more risk treading old roads that have been haunting her for a long time.

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Mental

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Magic

Siren Song
Casting Time: 3-4 to 12+ seconds (from weakest effect to strongest)
Range: Depends on a lot on terrain, sound pollution, etc. They have be within hearing distance (which my guess is 12 ft to 25ft maybe?) and not be deaf to be affected.
Duration: Lasts as long as her voice holds out and her target can hear her. When deafen or silenced, the effect abruptly ends.

Her voice, when empowered with Vis, can influence the emotions of those that hear it. She can pull an individual anywhere from joy to fear with the melody of her voice, but how they react is still within their control. Often it gives her an edge in tense situation or can rile up a crowd creating an awe inspiring effect for her. The stronger a being is in control of their emotions then the more difficult they are to influence. These individuals would have time to silence and null her ability to influence them with little issue. Through it can be done in a subtle way or obvious, her magic starts off weak and is required to be heard in order to build as the target(s) continue to listen to her sing or hum a melody.

To be clear: It isn’t mind control in the least, but it alters the emotions. How the individual reacts to such emotion is a factor Lily can’t ever truly predict and run the risk it could be hostile in any given sense. The effect can fought when it becomes realized, her magic still influencing the emotion but the host can chose to control their reaction to the experience rather than give in; making the effect diminish gradually despite if the Siren Song has stopped or not.

Siren Scream
Casting Time: Instantly after a breath is acquired to cast it. After it ends, it will take a few seconds (2-3 seconds) to regain another breath to cast again.
Range: 4 meters (12 feet about max range so far)
Duration: 3-6 seconds (depending on breath)

Putting her Vis into her voice, Lily can turn up her voice's volume and direct it at an individual or small group. Depending on the proximity, the area closest to her will be most influenced by the heighten volume and powerful blast of air rushing forward. Some victims have experienced their ears drums explode to being knocked off their feet, and even affecting the environment from windows shattering to the concrete cracking from the pure power of it. The farther individuals find themselves than the lesser the effect.

The more breath she gathers before release, then the longer her range becomes during the attack until the breath ends.

Distance is a key factor to how effective her attack is as it starts off strong and fades with travel, usually stunning at its weakest for a short time. It also travels in a straight line from where she starts and ends after 4 meters when released, starting off narrow and widening like a funnel (think cone shape with the narrow being the strongest effect to the wide end being the weakest).

Hot n’ Cold
Casting Time: Varies depending on the affected area. Area effect takes about 6 seconds for max effect and small, controlled magic like icicle or flamethrower takes 2-3 seconds.
Range: Area effect is 5 meters in radius all around her while the control can reach up to double that.
Duration: Varies again depending on the spell result. Area effect lasts about 18 seconds (or three posts at max) and controlled lasts 4 seconds before the temperature starts to return to normal.

Being a Siren, Lily can influence the temperature within her surroundings by changing the subtle sound vibrations she emits from her body.

Heating up merely means increasing the friction in the air which could result in setting things, people if they get caught in the back lash, or herself on fire allowing her punches to pack more heat than normal. One of her preferred tactics is centering them in her hands then blowing a blaze of flames into her foe's direction like a flame thrower or engulfing her whole body, only lighting the air around her body on fire for a limited time. The latter is often a limited use because she needs air to breathe or else she'll suffocate, weakening her.

Cold is the opposite and all Lily needs to do is to slow the molecules in the air and let it start to freeze. In moments the temperature can drop to below freezing and colder, allowing icicles to form within the affected area and breath to fog over the longer she continues the effect. She can all focus her cold into her touch, the air or even send ice spikes at her target if needed and keep a distance should close range combat provide too dangerous.

Carried over from her Succubus Trial stage

Note: Dream walking and manipulation is a spell shared by most succubi and incubi, the male counterpart. In many myths they were believed to enter the dreams of the opposite sex in order to manipulate and feed, though they more commonly fed through a simple kiss in person. This might’ve brought about the belief of being shapeshifters.

Dream Walking/Dream Manipulation*
Casting Time: Ranges from 12 seconds to a minute, depending on easily she can get comfortable, relaxed and etc.
Range: Spreads out to max of 1 mile area with her at the center.
Duration: Until the individual wakes, she is pushed out or willingly leaves the dream.

To order to activate, Lily must get comfortable and clear her mind to slip into a form of mediation. Gradually she builds up vis into a soft and fine mist as it spreads throughout the mile area to seek out people who are sleeping soundly. Due to her profession and long life, she’s able to narrow her focus on an individual if she chose to. However, to do this she must have an accurate image, namely a picture or have met them because just a name will not be enough.

Upon locating the subject, she causes a dream to surface and enters it.

Within it, her ability to dream manipulate is almost limitless and she can bend almost any element to her whim. Neither individual can be harmed or forced against their will while in the dream and though she can shift elements of it or change her shape. When the dreamer wakes she is abruptly kicked from the dream and shot back into her body. She also can’t keep them from waking up when they realize what is happening. After she’s ejected, she can immediately tell exactly where the target was within her radius but it doesn’t mean they will be there should she or others go after them.

Those, from Humans to Prae, with dream influencing abilities are able to shift and twist her creations into something else. Depending on a lot of factors -aka agreement between players- the individual could overwhelm her own influence in the dream and turn the tables on her.

^* I placed these powers together because they go pretty closely together in how Lily uses them. The Dream Walking is pretty much the entrance into a trance like state, location of a sleeping individual within the radius of her location, creating and finally entering it. Dream Manipulation is where she can influence the dream itself. What ever happens in a dream doesn’t affect her or her current victim, but memories will remain of what transpired within it.

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Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

@Fallenreaper Well you don't have to, but personally I have no issue with people double posting in the IC, I myself have done it. And if Arisen isn't going to return then there isn't really much else we can do.

@TheDuncanMorgan

I'm going to hold off until after this week if you don't mind as I'm moving and will be limited in my posting until net comes in at my new place.

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

@Fallenreaper hmmm. Give him a couple more days to respond. If not I am afraid you may have to finish up for him as it is currently unclear if he is going to return.

@TheDuncanMorgan

The collab is technically done, but I don't want to double post in the IC.