Ahhh.
I play somewhat competitively too. I'm a breeder. ^_^;
Here!
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I already added yours. ^_^
I play somewhat competitively too. I'm a breeder. ^_^;
Here!
3969-6783-9726
I already added yours. ^_^
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I have a feeling that Minerva would get along rather well with Maddox. That'll be fun later on.
Maybe they will, maybe they won't. Didn't he and Minerva spar as well?
Also. You obviously play Pokémon! What's your FC?
And trust me, Minerva's already shaken up. Whether or not she chooses to show it, she doesn't like the cut on her cheek at all. No one's been able to keep up with her in close quarters like that.
o.o
She's just being herself, and angry that the fight didn't go on for longer.
If he was exhausted, why did he put himself up for a spar? ._.;
She's just being herself, and angry that the fight didn't go on for longer.
If he was exhausted, why did he put himself up for a spar? ._.;
The Moon
With a slight frown, Artemis strode quietly after Quinn from a distance. She watched as guards pursued him, a quartet of them, and sighed. It seemed that her brother recognized that he too had pursuers of his own right, immediately went to disguising his movements as he descended deeper and deeper into the wood. It was only a mater of a few minutes, and before they even realized it, the guards were walking in circles.
From the trees, she watched and smirked. Fools like these would never find her father's cabin if only by sheer luck. Even still, that was not a risk that the silver-haired girl was willing to afford. From a distance between the trees, she notched an arrow onto the string and drew the fletching back to her ear. With a singsong twang, the arrow whistled through the air and struck a guard through the neck before burrowing into the chest of another.
What were once suddenly four guards became two as both men collapsed into a gurgling mess of blood. Crying out in fear, the remaining two fled as the wounded one attempted to crawl away. She watched him, considering how it was best to retrieve her arrow, and then hopped down from her perch.
Sauntering up to the slowly dying man, she heard him whimper as with her footfalls, her presence became overly obvious. She did not draw her knife to finish her prey, instead she grasped the shaft of the arrow and pushed it slowly deeper. Breaking his weakly fluttering heart and snapping his mortal coil.
It only took a few minutes longer for her to arrive at the cabin. Within it, Quinn would be able to hear the sound of footsteps lightly tapping across the rooftop. It was an intentional giveaway to mark her presence there, it had always been her favorite perch when visiting this cabin, so she comfortably sat upon the rooftop and swept the hood from atop her head.
Crossing one leg over the other, she patiently waited just like Quinn for her other siblings to arrive.
With a slight frown, Artemis strode quietly after Quinn from a distance. She watched as guards pursued him, a quartet of them, and sighed. It seemed that her brother recognized that he too had pursuers of his own right, immediately went to disguising his movements as he descended deeper and deeper into the wood. It was only a mater of a few minutes, and before they even realized it, the guards were walking in circles.
From the trees, she watched and smirked. Fools like these would never find her father's cabin if only by sheer luck. Even still, that was not a risk that the silver-haired girl was willing to afford. From a distance between the trees, she notched an arrow onto the string and drew the fletching back to her ear. With a singsong twang, the arrow whistled through the air and struck a guard through the neck before burrowing into the chest of another.
What were once suddenly four guards became two as both men collapsed into a gurgling mess of blood. Crying out in fear, the remaining two fled as the wounded one attempted to crawl away. She watched him, considering how it was best to retrieve her arrow, and then hopped down from her perch.
Sauntering up to the slowly dying man, she heard him whimper as with her footfalls, her presence became overly obvious. She did not draw her knife to finish her prey, instead she grasped the shaft of the arrow and pushed it slowly deeper. Breaking his weakly fluttering heart and snapping his mortal coil.
It only took a few minutes longer for her to arrive at the cabin. Within it, Quinn would be able to hear the sound of footsteps lightly tapping across the rooftop. It was an intentional giveaway to mark her presence there, it had always been her favorite perch when visiting this cabin, so she comfortably sat upon the rooftop and swept the hood from atop her head.
Crossing one leg over the other, she patiently waited just like Quinn for her other siblings to arrive.
Aaaand posted!
Minerva Fairchild - The Wrath of Ancient Kings
Sitting at the bar and periodically checking the handkerchief if the bleeding had stopped, Minerva heard a voice beside her. Turning her gaze slightly to look to where it came from with the corner of her eye, she looked eye to eye with Felix as he finished his inquiry.
Whether or not she decided to tell him the full truth was another matter, but for now it would have to suffice.
"You are partly correct, sir." She curtly began respectfully, relinquishing the handkerchief from her cheek as the bleeding had finally come to a stop and she leaned over the side of the bar to the sink, leaning of course upon her tip toes to do so. Cold water ran then, as the crisp water ran through the silk and washed off the crimson and iron.
"It is whole body enhancement magic. Both agility and strength are increased once I draw either one of these swords. So in an essence, your summary was correct. I move faster than normal when in combat."
Her continued speech was suddenly interrupted by someone coming up and vigorously shaking first Felix's hand and then gently shaking hers. Perplexed by the oddity of his behavior and being barely able to understand the mixed hastened garble that was his speech, the only return that the hand-shaker received was a lofted, quizzical brow, and a simple response.
"Nice to meet you, I think? Minerva is my name."
Glancing back over to Felix, her perplexed stance turned back into one that was apathetic rather quickly. "It was a brand of magic I inherited from my father." When Fleo asked for help getting Damian inside, Minerva scowled slightly. "Mister S-Class can sleep in the crater as far as I am concerned."
Sitting at the bar and periodically checking the handkerchief if the bleeding had stopped, Minerva heard a voice beside her. Turning her gaze slightly to look to where it came from with the corner of her eye, she looked eye to eye with Felix as he finished his inquiry.
Whether or not she decided to tell him the full truth was another matter, but for now it would have to suffice.
"You are partly correct, sir." She curtly began respectfully, relinquishing the handkerchief from her cheek as the bleeding had finally come to a stop and she leaned over the side of the bar to the sink, leaning of course upon her tip toes to do so. Cold water ran then, as the crisp water ran through the silk and washed off the crimson and iron.
"It is whole body enhancement magic. Both agility and strength are increased once I draw either one of these swords. So in an essence, your summary was correct. I move faster than normal when in combat."
Her continued speech was suddenly interrupted by someone coming up and vigorously shaking first Felix's hand and then gently shaking hers. Perplexed by the oddity of his behavior and being barely able to understand the mixed hastened garble that was his speech, the only return that the hand-shaker received was a lofted, quizzical brow, and a simple response.
"Nice to meet you, I think? Minerva is my name."
Glancing back over to Felix, her perplexed stance turned back into one that was apathetic rather quickly. "It was a brand of magic I inherited from my father." When Fleo asked for help getting Damian inside, Minerva scowled slightly. "Mister S-Class can sleep in the crater as far as I am concerned."
Cut the living hell out of Kotori's original image, and it turns out to be a pretty decent render. With that said, I'm actually going to provide two images; one is the transparent render I used for Kotori Namashiya, while the other is the wallpaper I made for her.
EDIT:
Those are both just lovely.
Posted! The ball is in you two's court. ^_^
Kotori Namashiya - An Invisible Songbird
Content with her small little breakfast arrangement as she was, Kotori snaked her hand inside a back to deftly snap open a book with one hand. Leafing through the pages, she once again found her place where she had left off the night before. Coming to the climactic moment where the Witch was about to deliver the poisoned apple to her unsuspecting and innocent rival, Kotori popped a bite of egg between her lips and became immersed once again.
From a distance, there was movement. There were other students piling into the cafeteria to get their morning meals. This time however, she didn't worry. These students would also likely ignore her presence so at first she paid them little heed if at all!
This was a mistake, one that was to be her undoing.
Across the cafeteria, two boys were walking in her direction. One of them being monstrously taller than the other with a proverbial mountain of food piled haphazardly onto his tray. Pulling up the book so that it covered her face except for her eyes, she guardedly observed them from over the tome's edge. The moment she realized that the taller one was looking at her, Kotori's skin rapidly paled as if she had seen a ghost!
The boy leading the two with an Everest of food was monstrous! What did he want?!
Rapid fire troubling thoughts tore through her mind, each of them more worrisome than the next as he drew closer. Closing her eyes tightly and silently praying to herself that his gaze being affixed upon her was just an illusion her nervousness had created, the dreaded truth came out footsteps came to a pause at the side of her table and he asked if the two of them could...she heard quacking, did they have a duck? Why, why did they have a duck?
What fowl trickery was this?
No matter, she had to answer his question. This was her chance! An actual opportunity to make a good impression with those who might be future classmates! So, swallowing a pill of courage and straightening her posture, her worrisome state turned to one that could have almost been considered enigmatic! Good! This is good! She thought, gathering what little confidence she had to speak.
Snapping the storybook shut and settling it down upon the table to the side, she softly nodded to the request. With her melancholic voice reaching out to address the two. "I am not one to stop either of you, feel free to take a seat."
Coolly, well, as coolly as she could, Kotori then plucked up the last piece of her delicious home-cooked eggs and ate it. Using the chewing of her food to buy her time and glancing to the two as they sat down, she bit her bottom lip briefly, thinking of exactly what to say next. How did normal conversations go? Exactly how did they function? Oh yeah! Introductions! That's usually what happened next, right?
"Um, well good morning! ...My name is Namashiya Kotori, what is both of yours?" She requested hesitantly at first, still trying to think deeply on how people normally talked with one another.
Content with her small little breakfast arrangement as she was, Kotori snaked her hand inside a back to deftly snap open a book with one hand. Leafing through the pages, she once again found her place where she had left off the night before. Coming to the climactic moment where the Witch was about to deliver the poisoned apple to her unsuspecting and innocent rival, Kotori popped a bite of egg between her lips and became immersed once again.
From a distance, there was movement. There were other students piling into the cafeteria to get their morning meals. This time however, she didn't worry. These students would also likely ignore her presence so at first she paid them little heed if at all!
This was a mistake, one that was to be her undoing.
Across the cafeteria, two boys were walking in her direction. One of them being monstrously taller than the other with a proverbial mountain of food piled haphazardly onto his tray. Pulling up the book so that it covered her face except for her eyes, she guardedly observed them from over the tome's edge. The moment she realized that the taller one was looking at her, Kotori's skin rapidly paled as if she had seen a ghost!
The boy leading the two with an Everest of food was monstrous! What did he want?!
Rapid fire troubling thoughts tore through her mind, each of them more worrisome than the next as he drew closer. Closing her eyes tightly and silently praying to herself that his gaze being affixed upon her was just an illusion her nervousness had created, the dreaded truth came out footsteps came to a pause at the side of her table and he asked if the two of them could...she heard quacking, did they have a duck? Why, why did they have a duck?
What fowl trickery was this?
No matter, she had to answer his question. This was her chance! An actual opportunity to make a good impression with those who might be future classmates! So, swallowing a pill of courage and straightening her posture, her worrisome state turned to one that could have almost been considered enigmatic! Good! This is good! She thought, gathering what little confidence she had to speak.
Snapping the storybook shut and settling it down upon the table to the side, she softly nodded to the request. With her melancholic voice reaching out to address the two. "I am not one to stop either of you, feel free to take a seat."
Coolly, well, as coolly as she could, Kotori then plucked up the last piece of her delicious home-cooked eggs and ate it. Using the chewing of her food to buy her time and glancing to the two as they sat down, she bit her bottom lip briefly, thinking of exactly what to say next. How did normal conversations go? Exactly how did they function? Oh yeah! Introductions! That's usually what happened next, right?
"Um, well good morning! ...My name is Namashiya Kotori, what is both of yours?" She requested hesitantly at first, still trying to think deeply on how people normally talked with one another.
@Feisty-Pants
Depends strongly in the ability. Someone with level 4 might be able to beat someone with level 5 just because of what ability they have. For example, an offensive level 4 like Noboyuki with his implosions could beat a level 5 that uses, say, sound? It also depends strongly in the person too, so people might get into interesting fight in the long run.
In processing power, though, Level 5 are definitely superior than level 4, hence why they control their abilites a bit better, though level 4's already have pretty good control themselves.
Well, that's my two cents on it nano desu!
So as a level 4 Telekinetic, what is Kotori capable of?
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