ghastlyInc

House of Powers (reboot)

Eli

Eli continue to stare at Sienna eyes wide with anticipation, like a puppy discovering its first treat in a long time, before something roughly tumbled over him followed by a loud splash, planting his face firmly into the tile. A weak mewl of pain manages to escape his throat as he picks himself up slightly to examine his attacker (or...victim he supposed in this case?) before catching an eyeful of the current sopping wet young woman, whose decency was currently being protected solely through divine will and the fortunate forethought of whomever designed her outfit. He quickly turns his gaze back to Sienna before being reminded of her current state (or lack there of) dress, his senses now being re-awoken with the rage of a thousand suns.

”Why are they all naked...” he blurts to himself, now suddenly extremely interested in the superb craftsmanship of the floor. That is a well made floor. Almost artisan in quality. Arthur's suggestion they reconvene in a few moments was welcomed with bittersweet relief. While he was hesitant to leave the first bodily example of a holy act, their bodily examples were starting to stress him out. And he had no interest in probing 'Miss Foxtrot' for spiritual insight while waging a battle to maintain eye contact. He gently slips off his jacket, tossing it to the blonde. ”You can borrow that till you're clothed properly...” he mutters, before quickly making for the exit, sighing in relief as he was greeted by the calm cream paint of the hallway.

He lagged for a moment before heading to the lounge, stopping as an offensive tune hit his ears mixed with screams for mercy. He hurries in to the now darkened room, brushing gently past a young man staring agape at the girl who just exited. A young man(who he only vaguely recognized as being from the pool area) was clutching at his skull, apparently pained by the noise. His eyes scanned the room, for once knowing what to do as he grabbed a hefty steel stool from the floor. In one of his few trips to civilization proper, a local has recounted a tale of the previous week to him, in which a drunken tourist had taken to assaulting a 'juke box' after it 'ate' his money.

At the time, he'd found the story to be crude and, frankly, perplexing. The destruction as wanton and pointless as the outrage it inspired in the teller. But now he was forced to muse on the oft unexpected ways god prepares ones self for unseen disasters as he brought the stool down in a flurry of blows onto the offending stereo(or at least he hoped), the sound of splintering plastic now replacing the cacophony of noise. He huffs for a moment, taking in the new found silence, before turning back to the pained man. There is a brief pause before he realizes how insane he must look at the moment, words stumbling out of his mouth. ”I um...D...Dont...know what the bare naked ladies did to cause such an offense but I think that stopped it?” he manages finally, holding the stool in front of him in case the man became upset with his impulsiveness.

@wolverbells@Utrax@SheriffLlama

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

The meeting with Daldwin went about as one would expect. The man was the epitome of formality, almost oppressively so. After a brief exchange of pleasantries he explained in more detail the marching orders for the Roses and their escort. It would be a two week trip through the trading backroads that skirted through Thalns boarders, with a brief rest at the town of Nev, which boasted a modest, albeit long disused, fortress with Illithin's forces moving into Thaln territory about three days behind them.

The idea of replacing the civilians was brought forth but politely declined, Daldwin and other nobles hoping that the settlement the refugees would settle in Velt would help rebolster trade in the region which had lagged somewhat in the last decade.

For those who did not attend the meeting, they were greeted in the refugee camp with open arms, and a gracious amount of food, simply happy to have such esteemed men and women as their temporary guardians. Of the villagers, there were three of note. An elderly man by the name of Gambl who was acting as leader to the displaced people was less than thrilled to being escorted in such a dangerous time part took little in the festivities, instead opting for cool stares from the edge of the camp. The second was the young Priest of Reon Magold and his daughter Gwyndoline. Magold was the principle benifactor of the reception and seemed rather eager to meet with the captain, though time simply did not permit the event. However, he was none the less a welcoming host, tending to the knights needs as much as possible when not prying his daughter away from her incessant attempts to play knight with the troops. Meanwhile, Klaus won a...frankly disturbing amount of victories during her time in the ring. A few hundi present attempted to ask her hand then and there, though most were shoo'd away by the rest of the competitors.

The first week of travel had left the party relatively unmolested, save for an errant carriage wheel or two, and they now passed through what was colloquially called the Dragonback. Marble white stone plateaus dotted lush green fields. The road was old and cut through a few such edifices, access granted through the rock by eons of rain wearing its way through. One such example lay just on the horizon, the last gate they would need to pass before finally reaching Nev.

Gill, mounted and following closely beside a carriage seemed to be rather pleased with the surroundings. “Probably good hunting around here...” He mumbles, trying to start some sort of conversation to ease the doldrums of travel. Gambl scoffed from his seat in the carriage. “If you say so.” He says, crossing his arms and looking at the landscape with no small amount of scorn. “No good for farmin' though. All this shite stone. 's only good for raise sheep if ye ask me....”

House of Powers (reboot)

Eli

Interacting with: @Aquanthe@wolverbells @SheriffLlama @KimmiNinja @HecateProxy @Ornatur @Jinxer

"Powers ma'am?" Eli asks as he stares down the young asian woman seated before him, the buzz of the PA system barely registering in the back of his mind as it announce his presence and others. "Its Doctor Childs." She responds, her cheap office chair squeaking in rebuttal as she leaned back. "But yes. In so far as we can determine, the illness you contracted developed as a symptom of a yet to be understood genetic mutation." She says, casually jotting down notes as he jogged on the treadmill.

Eli bit back the urge to comment of the novelty of a woman holding a doctorate. He'd made a similar comment to a mechanic once and was summarily decked for his troubles, and was in no hurry to agitate a a woman of similar disposition. "I..see." He finally manages to say, not even really convincing himself. And even if he did, the rapid pace she'd forced on him kept any chance for rumination on that fact summarily squashed.

"If such is the case...then why...?" He manages between huffs as the speed picked up once again, nearly tripping over himself. "Base line physical exam. You having powers means squat if we don't know to what extent your body is changing. Nothing you need to strain your brain too hard on squirt." She answers curtly, never once looking up from her notes.

Eli begins to retort before the treadmill (from hell, he decided) once again increased its speed. An uncomfortable silence, save for Eli's wheezing, fell over the two for the next ten minutes before, mercifully, DR. Childs leans forward and flicks the machine off. "And donezo. Buzz off for a while so I can write these results up. I'll send someone if I need you again." She slurs, only half paying attention as she waves him towards the door.

"I...Uh. I mean, what sort of changes should I remain alert to?" He asks as he recovers his breath. An agitated sigh escapes the woman's mouth as she looks up from her notes for the first time in their session. "Oh you'll start growing hair in funny places and start thinking about girls!" She says, voice saccharine and mocking. "If I had any useful info for your case, I'd share it. But I dont. So buzz." She adds, finally returning to her beloved note pad. Eli begins to interject, but decides against it. Leaving the...frankly shrewish woman to her own devices as he escaped into the hall.

He quietly wandered for a few moments looking for an idle distraction to loose himself in, wondering if the doctors attitude was common place. He hoped not, he had barely exchanged ten words with her and yet already he felt exhausted. The prospect of a whole room of such...bold persons was more than he was willing to bear. Shouts echoed from down the hall, disrupting his train of thought. He considered ignoring them for a moment before deciding to, reluctantly, follow them to an indoor pool area.

A slew of people near his own age were gathered, in various states of duress as a helix of water sprung forth from the waters surface. A few were marveling at the helix, while others were shouting about...drugs and numbness? Seemed weird to be concerned about medical side effects when the literally impossible was happening before them.

He stayed quiet as he approached the spiral, only to be beaten to the punch by a blonde woman who was...Why was she in her underwear? Panic immediately set in, his sensibilities attempting to override his fascination from the aqua structure. Should he look away? That is the proper thing to do right? Right. It would insult her chastity to take advantage of her undress while everyone was, clearly, not in their right states of mind.

He was about to make a quick exit when again the impossible began, the blonde arcing electricity through the helix and air before her as she screamed gibberish. His eyes widened as he watched the sudden flash flutter out of existence, its origin now planting herself posterior first into the tile floor in shock. "Thats...A miracle!" He says kneeling down next to her, former anxiety seemingly forgotten in the face of presumed divinity. "Please excuse me miss...Foxtrot?" he says, hazarding a guess at her name. "I do not wish to be rude, but do you think you could be so kind as to do that again?"

House of Powers (reboot)

Number 2 if thats alright.

Edit: Eli is pretty jazzed about this whole powers reveal deal. 10/10 would Evangelize again.

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, gifting their considerable wealth to facilitate its construction. 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.

However, the inevitable dooms day soon dawned on the small community. And then passed with no fire, no planes falling from the sky, no screams of the unfaithful to cower from. Nothing that the small community had prepared for. Reverend Llyod attempted to assuage the more vocal members of the commune, assuring them that the day of judgement WAS coming as assuredly as the sun will rise. However, many elected to leave the commune after this, feeling that their spiritual leader was nothing more than a snake oil's salesmen.

The coming years were trying on Eli. The mood had decidedly soured in the community and they increasingly isolated themselves from their neighbors, much to his disappointment. His education all but halted as Reverend Lloyd took and increasingly active roll in defusing the strained air that permeated through their home, often through spiritual revere. And his fathers increasing agitations of feeling trapped by the community that 'robbed' him did little to help his home life, especially as the town coffers began to run empty. Even the simple pleasures he'd taken in farming vanished as the task evolved from spiritual duty to a necessary task done simply to keep the town alive.

Slowly he began to loath living in what was now called Lloyd's Town and began to shut himself off from the rest of the town, though he saw little chance to really leave. In what few opportunities he had to go to neighboring town for supplies, he'd marvel with almost childlike awe at what modest technology he could get his hands on (smartphones in particular were nothing short of a small miracle to him). And when he occasion struck, he'd sneak small textbooks in from the outside, though he'd often struggle with more complex subjects (especially those which were counter intuitive to his faith). Despite attempts, he made few friends on these trips due in part to his tendency to be overly blunt with others and somewhat anachronistic and faith centric views. He tried to break himself away from these tendencies, but even he would admit it was a painfully slow process, most because he could not shake the fear that, even for all that happens, that Reverend Llyod's teachings may very well be right. After many failed attempts (one in particular where he accidentally red lined a poor tourist's mustang while attempting to learn how to drive) he gave up, and now hesitates occasionally to speak to people he knows very well for fear of offending them somehow.

Initially he'd thought the illness was nothing more than a spell of spiritual weakness and did his best to ignore the scratchiness of his throat and the lethargic weight that seemed to rest itself on his chest. But when the visitors asking to take him away, he was more than happy to play it up in front of family. He'd thought of leaving many times, but only now did he have an adequate excuse. And by god, he was not going to let it slip him by.

Power:
Crystal shaping: Eli is able to manifest and control a unique form of crystal with a soft green hue. He can change the hardness of the crystal at will, though currently cannot surpass a 3 on the Mohs hardness scale. The crystals are highly conductive of both heat and electrical currents and are slightly luminescent, but are otherwise mundane.

As of now the maximum he can manifest and control is 60 cubic centimeters of crystal, after which he needs to rest. Controlling previously made samples do not seem to drain him as much.

As his powers develop, he'll be able to manipulate much larger volumes of crystal with little rest, however (due to the material in question), he's not able to create anything other than rudimentary shapes (columns, blocks, spikes excreta).
Other:

Trainer:

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Due to concerns about there not being much for the cast to do and the pace being a little behind, we're going to be skipping forward in the arc today or tomorrow. I'll get a post up summarizing what happened between the skip and now.

I apologize if this arc has been a little lack luster for some of you and ask that you bear with me (its been a long time since I've run any arc.).

House of Powers (reboot)

Alright. Edits done. That should give him a few other things outside of Big J to talk about. (plus, now someone can try and teach the poor boy how to drive stick. Good luck.)
But yeah, let me know if that's satisfactory. If not, I'd love to hear some other ideas!

House of Powers (reboot)

Right. I'll make the edits tonight after I get back from work. (late shift so it might be a while).

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, gifting their considerable wealth to facilitate its construction. 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.

However, the inevitable dooms day soon dawned on the small community. And then passed with no fire, no planes falling from the sky, no screams of the unfaithful to cower from. Nothing that the small community had prepared for. Reverend Llyod attempted to assuage the more vocal members of the commune, assuring them that the day of judgement WAS coming as assuredly as the sun will rise. However, many elected to leave the commune after this, feeling that their spiritual leader was nothing more than a snake oil's salesmen.

The coming years were trying on Eli. The mood had decidedly soured in the community and they increasingly isolated themselves from their neighbors, much to his disappointment. His education all but halted as Reverend Lloyd took and increasingly active roll in defusing the strained air that permeated through their home, often through spiritual revere. And his fathers increasing agitations of feeling trapped by the community that 'robbed' him did little to help his home life, especially as the town coffers began to run empty. Even the simple pleasures he'd taken in farming vanished as the task evolved from spiritual duty to a necessary task done simply to keep the town alive.

Slowly he began to loath living in what was now called Lloyd's Town and began to shut himself off from the rest of the town, though he saw little chance to really leave. In what few opportunities he had to go to neighboring town for supplies, he'd marvel with almost childlike awe at what modest technology he could get his hands on (smartphones in particular were nothing short of a small miracle to him). And when he occasion struck, he'd sneak small textbooks in from the outside, though he'd often struggle with more complex subjects (especially those which were counter intuitive to his faith). Despite attempts, he made few friends on these trips due in part to his tendency to be overly blunt with others and somewhat anachronistic and faith centric views. He tried to break himself away from these tendencies, but even he would admit it was a painfully slow process, most because he could not shake the fear that, even for all that happens, that Reverend Llyod's teachings may very well be right. After many failed attempts (one in particular where he accidentally red lined a poor tourist's mustang while attempting to learn how to drive) he gave up, and now hesitates occasionally to speak to people he knows very well for fear of offending them somehow.

Initially he'd thought the illness was nothing more than a spell of spiritual weakness and did his best to ignore the scratchiness of his throat and the lethargic weight that seemed to rest itself on his chest. But when the visitors asking to take him away, he was more than happy to play it up in front of family. He'd thought of leaving many times, but only now did he have an adequate excuse. And by god, he was not going to let it slip him by.

Power:
Crystal shaping: Eli is able to manifest and control a unique form of crystal with a soft green hue. He can change the hardness of the crystal at will, though currently cannot surpass a 3 on the Mohs hardness scale. The crystals are highly conductive of both heat and electrical currents and are slightly luminescent, but are otherwise mundane.

As of now the maximum he can manifest and control is 60 cubic centimeters of crystal, after which he needs to rest. Controlling previously made samples do not seem to drain him as much.

As his powers develop, he'll be able to manipulate much larger volumes of crystal with little rest, however (due to the material in question), he's not able to create anything other than rudimentary shapes (columns, blocks, spikes excreta).
Other:

Trainer:

Alright. Did a second pass on Eli since I had some time. Hopefully I addressed the issues from the previous attempt. Let me know if there are any concerns or edits that you would like to see.

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@Aquanthe
Thanks for the feed back, its much appreciated! And no worries about the lateness of the review, acceptance was closed then and it was more thrown together for the fun of it.
To address what you brought up
1) I was playing up the illness angle more as a play on him coming from an isolationist community with strong stigmas towards modern society, medication included. So I was modeling its severity (for him atleast) to pre-modern influenza (which was more deadly than it is today). I might have over estimated the scope of illness you two were aiming for.
And I was attempting to suggest hazmat suits, though Eli at that point would have been too dazed by his illness to recognize them as such.
No problems with changing this. History as a whole might need some rework to begin with (see point 3).

2) Was going for an elemental based power to create fodder for Eli to wax poetic on. In the original case, he was likely to compare his abilities to Cocytus, the frozen lake in the ninth circle of hell outlined in Dante's inferno. Additionally, I found it an interesting as a personality comparison for Arthur, who is more free spirited and flexible(by comparison) to the more conservative Eli.

I've got no problems what so ever in changing it. Christian mythology is such that a lot of things can be modified to be parallels to elemental powers. Just explaining the thought process there.

3) The isolation angle was more about why he currently not in the story. Was attempting to suggest that his communities isolation (and social customs as a result of being a religious commune) might lead to conflict with other residents either due to misunderstandings or out right opposition to their own beliefs. I think did that part poorly. While he does have an understanding of social norms, in this rendition they would be somewhat warped by this theology.

And to be honest, I'm not 100% about the cult angle either. Its a very abnormal upbringing for what this setting would suggest. I did mull around the idea of his being outright amish, but that comes with the problems of either insulting amish traditions (not that many are likely to call me out on that) or beliefs, which is something I'd like to avoid as a matter of politeness.