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House of Powers (reboot)

Heyo ho. Well, I do have a CS already in the OOC and am Willing to change things up depending on how GM and CO feel. Can repost it if that is helpful

The Blood Compact

@Wraithblade6
Might be troublesome, but I was wondering if you could also go into some minor detail as to racial appearances for different variants of vampire (if they exist) and possibly what sort of abilities seem to be typical for joe everyvampire citizens. Just so we have some context as to what would be considered reasonable.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sebastion nods sagely, glad to hear her agreement. He turns to one of his men, nodding once again before the young man rides off, presumably to inform their back up. “What aid ma'am?” He asks innocently, “I'm merely confident enough in your abilities to think I do not need such a paltry set of men. But yes, as you say. I'll take you to the lord of this fort. There he shall fill in the details of your assignment and hopefully provide you with whatever else you feel necessary.” He remounts his horse, gesturing for the the knights to follow him and his men into the fort.

The ride is comparatively short, though not uneventful. Men and women from competing factions of Illithin's armed forces are camped outside of the fort, lacking adequate room inside to house them all. Many are drinking or exchanging gapes with one another, a few have taken to practice matches in a small ring, taking the rare opportunity to win bragging rights over their brothers in arms and bring ever more distinction to the colors they wear. The impending gloom of their mission evidentially evaporating into the air of camaraderie of permeated the space.

“You know...” Sebastion says to Fanlily as they enter the forts court yard. “When this is done, you should make a tour of Illithin when you find the time. My order would love to test themselves against such a promising young captain like yourself.” He says, bouncing in his saddle with a hearty laugh. “Though to be frank with you ma'am. I think just as many may in my men wish simply to woo you. Your rumored prowess with the blade as made you quiet the topic of discussion with the younger folk. Your predecessor would be most proud of your progress.”

He stops as they near a large building, a few unarmored men throwing glances at their precessions arrival. “His lordship Daldwin will be waiting for you inside ma'am. Your men can join the others in the camp for a little rest, or if you wish to have them look into the refugees their section of the camp is the one unadored by banners behind this building.” He places a comforting hand on the girls shoulder. “ If you have any questions or concerns, or simply wish to talk, feel free to come to find me or my husband. Big Hundi man with an ear missing whose barks worse then his bite, cant miss 'im. May Reon's light bless you and yours.” He gives a final wave to the group before trotting off to some unknown preparation, his men following closely behind.

House of Powers (reboot)

Fan theory: Who ever assigned personal trainers was apparently also trying to play match maker. Two days into having powers and someone's already trying to breed an ubermensch.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sebastion sighs. “I'm afraid I agree, but my station prevents me from aiding you on that point. It seems your lord....Liverworts? He helped secure Velts aid in this operation by negotiating a trade settlement made up with the refugees. A lot of them are tradesmen, so their services, and doubtless tax value, is helping pay for Velts military aid. It is fair to say that your escorting payment as much as you are refugees...” He rubs his eyes, clearly unhappy with the exchange.

He gives a brief glance to his men, who nod and then suddenly become very interested in the horizon as he leans into Fanilly. “All that said, I've bout twenty or so men who would be willing to take a....leave of absence during the operation if it would put your heart at ease.” He adds, giving a very obvious wink. Subterfuge is clearly not this mans specialty.

House of Powers (reboot)

Eli O'dell

Name: Eli O’dell
Age:  21 years | June 6th, 1996.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Appearance:
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 6’2
Weight: 175 lb. (79.4 kg)

History: Fearing the coming end of days heralded by the y2k bug, in the spring 1995 a congregation of christian extremist formed the Saint Loyld's agricultural retreat in Elkhart County Indiana, Eli's parents chief amongst these founding members. Members of the commune believed that mankind had grown distant from god through technology, and only those who abandoned the luxuries of the modern era would be spared the coming destruction.
For a while, the commune was a wonder to the young Eli. Days spent helping his mother and father in the fields, nurturing endless fields of green and golden corn and the jewel red tomatoes shining in springtime warmth. The modest education from the kindly reverend Loyld (who served as the communes teacher and spiritual guide) and close friendships with their Amish neighbors, brought together through their humble life styles and christian fellowship. He remembers, with no small fondness, the faceless dolls he would sometimes received as gifts from the young girls of their neighboring communities.
These halcyon days, however, fell far into memory as the impending day of the end inched ever closer and, eventually, went without incident. Paranoia swept through the commune in the following years, some families abandoning the wretched place for 'stealing their lives'. Others took to fearing the lord, despite Loyld's assurance of his love. Friendship with their neighbors gave way to isolation and claims of spiritual sabotage or, on rarer occasions, witchcraft and dread rites of paganism. His education, modest though it might have been, gave way to increasingly violent acts of penance to 'placate the lord's wrath'. The crops remained the same, though now to the boy they held no gleam of beauty.
Eli welcomed the illness when it arrived, despite the coldness that drove through him like a spike. Dooms day had been perpetually neigh for as long as he could remember, and the strange creatures drapped in white that filled his fogged vision could only be messengers of god as they hoisted him from his death bed. At last, Freedom, in one form or another, was the only thing nigh.
Power:
Cryokenisis: Eli has the ability to control and manifest ice and seems to suffer no ill effects from extreme cold. Currently, he seems to be limited to objects with a volume not exceeding 30 cubic centimeters (volume of a standard ice cube). It is unknown if he manifest ice through moister in the air or if the act of creating the ice is entirely a function of his abilities or if it is some combination of the two there in.
Current projections suggest that, once fully developed, he could fully solidify 2,500 cubic meters (volume of an Olympic swimming pool) of water within 10 seconds and could potentially manipulate (at any given point) half that volume.
Other:
From the Desk of Admissions: Due to pending psychiatric evaluations, Eli O'dell is NOT recommended to be transferred to gen pop residence halls. Subject is highly susceptible to emotional manipulation and lacks the understanding of social norms not to be a potential danger to both himself and others. When, if necessary, that he does interact with gen pop, it is highly recommend a senior faculty member be present to supervise.

I know that the acceptance period is long over, but I had a lot of fun throwing this together for shits and grins. Was wondering if I could get feed back so I know what might need modification for if/when the next acceptance period rolls around.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

“....well aint you just a ball of sunshine and roses....” Gilian mutteers as he hears the womans analysis. He was guessing she wasnt likely to be promoted to morale officer anytime soon...

The giant of a man glares down at the small girl before him before bursting into raucous laughter. A few of the men behind him flinch, but are otherwise unaffected by the sudden outburst. “No need to be formal with me Danbelion!” he jeers, bowing sightly. “I've been workin this post through two generations of captains who never called me nothing but by name 'n by thunder I'm not letting a youngster like yourself break that tradition.” He says, giving the girl captain a friendly (but heavy) pat on the shoulder.

The man straightens sightly, the vague air of military authority replacing his light mood momentarily. “My name...” He began, “ is Sebastion Ludwig. I'm the commanding officer of this humble fort, what little that's worth. I've been tasked to see to the needs of you and your men, as well as getting the villagers who'll be going with you organized for the trip.” He takes a deep and formal bow as best he can from his mount. “ Seemed only proper to give you and yours a greeting before you got to the gate. Please, tell me if there is anything I can do to assist you and it will be my pleasure to see what can be done.” He finally finishes with a chipper smile, like a dog far to pleased with itself for having fetched something minor.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Gillian

“Tight in the chest and ridding up like I’ve got a saddle on my neck.” Gill grumbled as ‘Sult’ trotted along his side. “But otherwise, very pleasant. ‘S Nice to have a complete set for once. Everything just sort of clips together. Wonder if they’d notice if I just kept it…..” He begins, before trailing off as the groups destination finally came into view.

As the Illithin boarded loomed into view, a sizable fort burdened by luminescent white and blue banners emblazoned with a Griffon being pierced by a lance of sorts. Flags and banners of local lords hung from the ramparts, a garish pink swan banner seemed to be the tallest of these interlopers, standing a good story above its nearest competitor and hanging mere inches from the dirt. Weather these displayers were acts of patriotic fervor or simply there to remind intruders to whom this land belonged was hard to say.

A small detachment of Illithin’s finest awaited them much farther down the road. Its leader, a monster of a man nearly dwarfing Tyaethe strode upon an equally monstrous stallion. He was unarmored, though his fine dress and crisp white sash across his chest suggested he was an officer or official of sorts. He waved at the Rose’s, an air of comrade and warmth radiating off him that was almost sickeningly saccharine, even at this distance.

Humble Beginnings: A Naruto RP

Hider

Name: Akio Ikeda
Apperance:
Gender: Male
age: 22
Orientation: Bisexual
Birth Village: Kirigakure.
Current Village: Hikeamena
Rank: Chunin
Ninja Status: Missing-nin
Teammates: N/A
Sensei: Mother Ray.
Nindo: The Misty Path: Victory through any means. To do less is defeat.
History:

Hider

Betrayal is akin to death in Kirigakure. Akio never knew his birth mother, nor did he have much intrest in such matters. The dossier detailing her attempted betrayal of selling information to Sunagakure for asylum was, for him, a concise detailing of her faults. Three pages were more than adequate to explain a person. And the need of the five individuals before him to explain his situation seemed redundant.
The majority of them were chuunin. Men and women he'd meet with weeks (rarely months) at a time. Their skills adequate to teaching the basics of their craft but little else. His sole nameless windows into the world beyond the small set of rooms that was his home four the last fourteen years.
Today, however, there was someone new. She was Anbu, for that he was certain. Though she stood at the back of the group, her figure dominated the air around her with silent intimidation. Her gaze was locked on him through the stingray like mask she wore, body coiled against some unseen threat he somehow represented.
“Well Akio-chan?” one of the chuunin asked, their voice dulled agaisnt the presence of the anbu. “Do you have any thoughts? Feelings about what you just read?”
It was an unexpected question. The right answer fell from his mouth without his thinking. Disloyalty was akin to death in Kirigakure. And he held no interest in dying.
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The five of them had named her Mother Ray. Akio hated it, though it was the only name he could now call the Anbu. She was the daily constant in their lives now, more so than each other. The others sometimes regarded her with some sort of familial infatuation, but he couldnt share in their enthusiasm. The looks of awe plastered across their faces anytime she taught them something new or took them into the village stired something in him. And it was becoming more difficult to push it down each day. Mother Ray had said that was a good sign. He was inclined to disagree.

There was no familial motivation in her decisions with them. She had trained them to see such things after all. She had not saved their lives like the others thought. She had saved resources by preventing traitors from giving birth to yet more traitors. And why the others couldn't not see, much less admire, that simple truth was beyond him.
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He struggled to remember the name of the girl at his feet. He knew he'd asked her name at one point. Maybe when they were competing to see who could gain access to that nobles bed chamber the fastest (he'd won of course). His mind reached back, remembering the first time they had gone out as a team, not under the eye of Mother Ray, though all he could remember in detail was the gleam of her mask (he assume of pleasure) as he read her the after action report.
He sighed, stowing the question for later. If he couldnt remember her name, he doubted he remebered the other two piled gracefully next to her. The document Mother Ray had entrusted them with was gone, as was his 'sister'.
He weighed his options. He was no tracker, that had been her job, so following her was not in the cards. And returning without the document would make him as guilty as the one who stole it. Betrayl was death in Kirigakure. And Akio had no interest in dying.

working on history. But TL'DR:
Kirigakure attempts to take the children of executed traitors and make them into loyalist soliders through isolation while being over seen by an Anbu. Works well for most, but one of the subjects goes AWOL for unknown reasons. Akio flees to Hikeamena to avoid execution via guilt by association. Shenanigans ensue.

Personality: Aiko is distant and at times aloof. Few people can force more than a dulled almost bored expression from him. And those that do he treats largely with mild annoyance. This is not due to any inability to be expressive on his part however. When attempting to charm or befriend another person, he can feign the warmth of others quiet readily.
He considers his existance to be little more than leverage for bettering the prosperity of his village and his direct superiors and is, or at least was, quiet happy with this 'fact'. His time in Hikeamena, and the discomfort those around him(both with his glibness and his general disregard for 'honorable conflict'), have forced him to begin questioning this line of thinking. He only dwells on this rarely however, seeing it as a waste of otherwise productive time.
Chakra Element: Water and Salt Releases
Weapon(s): Kunai, Paper bombs, gas mask.

Fighting Style: mid range Jutsu specalist
Strengths:
Adept jutsu specalist
Training emphasized on the fly adaptation of opponent jutsu and speed
Loose Moral compass at best of times
Weaknesses:
No real answer to lightning based attacks
Lacking in Taijutsu
Loose Moral compass at best of times

Like(s): Shellfish, both as pets and food.
Dislike(s): Yuki's chicken. Sunny weather. The phrase “dont be so salty” or any jokes related there in.
Hobby(ies): Reading, fishing, swimming.
Fear(s): Deserts. Stingrays.

Work in progress but here's what I've been working on. I'll expand Jutsu and history information once I've confirmed some stuff.

Humble Beginnings: A Naruto RP

@Halvtand
Number of things. Its honestly (For those not prepared for it) a good counter for both ice and fire releases. Ice in that salt can lower the freezing point of water fairly nicely. Fire in that it runs the risk of making chlorine gas, which, spoilers, is pretty bad for the human body. (Does dick all against electricity though. if anything, can make that better)
Right now im just trying to come up with a more diverse tool kit than just adding salt to water that isnt just columns of the stuff.