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Hellsmoth State University

glad i snagged this before it got too busy!

Alessandra Lane

LEGAL NAME— Lane, Alessandra
DATE OF BIRTH— January 1, 1996
FAMILY— David Lane (deceased), unknown mother
RACE— White (Irish)
GENDER— Female
ACT SCORE— 32
EXTRA-CURRICULARS— Archery, horseback riding, various language clubs
LANGUAGES— English, Spanish, French, German, Russian, Japanese, and Hindi
[profile picture to come]
SPECIAL—
Species: Human-Shifter cross
Mystical abilities: As a crossbreed between a human and a shifter, Alessandra has gained some of the better characteristics from both. She is an ideal 'blender'—she can change to suit any social environment. She can change her appearance at will, and has an excellent grasp of languages and dialects. At the moment, however, she is largely unaware of her special capabilities, as the changes in her appearance occur so slowly without her focusing on them as to be unnoticeable, and she only believes she has a talent for languages. With dedication, discipline, and focus, she will be able to one day quickly change her appearance in specific ways. Due to this shifting, she can also age (or de-age) at will, making her functionally immortal.
How are you special: Even without direct input, Alessandra's appearance, speech patterns, language, and mannerisms can change in minute ways to allow her to fit any group of people. As such, she's a great friend to many and leads many of the clubs she's a part of.

Alessandra's mother was a skilled shapeshifter—sadly, one who left soon after Allie was born, untraceable due to her powers. Her father David cared for his daughter as best he could, but always lived in fear that her abilities would one day show themselves. Fortunately for him, Alessandra remains largely unaware of her powers, and due to both his fear of her abilities and bitterness over the departure of her mother, he was fairly distant from her as a child. Because of this, Alessandra spent most of her time out of the house, learning languages and meeting people.

hope that's alright!

Avatar RP[Interest Check]

interested! i've had a set of twins in mind for some time, a firebender and a waterbender. i'll probably pick based on what other people are picking so that it's more balanced out.

also, i agree with dndragons, having the cycle of the avatar be unknown would make for more suspense.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

Vanahara nodded, moving to take her position in the middle of the deck. She didn't have long until they were in the thick of the storm, and she needed to bolster their defenses before then. Setting her feet firmly, she brought up her hands, moving through an Ironworker form—a simple one made not-so-simple by sheer size as the metal plating of the ship's hull began to thicken at key points. Glancing up at the storm again, Vanahara quirked a brow and stabbed her fingers upward, drawing a lightning rod up slowly from the stern of the ship. No use having the whole hull electrified. Thick ice began creeping over the plating, and Vana nodded to the hydromancers in thanks.

The wind began to pick up, and a thought occurred to her. She'd never been on an airship before, but her home had used sand gliders to travel long distances—living so close to the storm made for near-constant winds—and one piece of equipment was always present. Striding over to one of the masts, she found what she was looking for, the one thing that was always available on a ship—rope. Taking three separate ends, she lashed them quickly to an available metal ring, taking an extra moment to bind the metal itself to both the rope and the mast it was attached to. With the opposite end of one rope, she pressed it to the metal at her belt, and the iron began to worm its way through the fibers of the rope itself—the most secure hold she could manage. Walking back to the middle of the deck, she tossed the other two ropes to the two Hydromancers, Celeste and Andrade.

"Tie them around your waists," Vanahara said shortly. "Helps you keep your feet." Satisfied that they'd be able to knot a rope by themselves, she moved about halfway towards the prow of the ship, setting her feet and taking a deep breath as the ship picked up speed and slammed full tilt into the edge of the Storm.

It was like nothing she'd ever experienced. Living a few kilometers from the very outskirts of the Storm was one thing; standing on an open deck while it raged around you was quite another. Still, though, she kept herself rooted to the deck, and when things started coming out of the storm, she didn't flinch. Her fists clenched, and the metal of her bracers began to spread and sharpen.

Keeping hold of the hull as she was, she felt it when it was breached, head whipping around as she sensed the harpy tearing into the cannon bay. She was no Master—she couldn't grab a cannon out of the sky, not in this wind, and she didn't dare try to take control of the beams of metal flying through the sky, not when they were bound with light like that. What she could do was try to make up the loss.

"Lost a cannon on the starboard side!" she shouted, turning over her shoulder to face the hydromancers. "Patch the hole if you can!"

Turning on her heel, she slammed her fist into an oncoming harpy who thought it had found a distracted meal, the point of her now-sharpened gauntlet biting deep. Ducking under the creature's talons as it gurgled on its own blood, she came up under it, digging her shoulder into it's stomach and heaving. The mortally wounded thing went flailing over the side, it's claw hooking into Vanahara's belt, and she would have gone over too if not for the rope attached to her belt.

Almost immediately, Vana swung back into her position, feet spread as she regained her grasp on the hull. While the beasts were more likely to go after the easy pickings on the deck, flaming stones and shards of the light-metal could do just as much damage while she was distracted. Now, though, she could focus again, and she straightened out and reinforced dents as quickly as they appearaed. Locking her arms, Vanhara grimly thought to herself that she'd be on her knees and bleeding out before she let this hull crack.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

much obliged!

The Sandy Rose Saloon

i think that's what got us into this rut :P so, anyone who was waiting on someone else to go first: this is your sign to post!

The Sandy Rose Saloon

anybody still in on this...?

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

@UnusualStranger question, can i get a quick description of the airship? because i realized i've been picturing something like a zeppelin, but from recent posts it seems more like a wooden galleon with balloons.

(also, finally got a character pic up OTL)

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

How bad could it be, Hidalgo said, and Vanahara's lips twitched. How bad could it be indeed. In short, very, very bad.

"I won't need much extra metal, sir," she answered the Commander. "I plan on keeping it where it is, not building a new hull." She gestured to Nataly and Eve, nodding to them in turn. "Any pieces we lose, they should be able to patch, at least for a while. Hopefully, they won't need to." Vana folded her hands behind her back again, swaying slightly to one side as she considered the problem of getting close enough to be able to hold the metal together. "Ideally, I'd be outside," she said slowly, considering. "Obviously, though, that won't work. In this case, the maintenance catwalks should work well enough." It would involve a lot of running around from danger spot to danger spot, but there was a reason she kept herself fit. If she thought she couldn't handle it, she'd speak up; Vanahara wasn't prone to false pride.

Knights of Pandora: A Pandora's Box RP

"And that, my friends, is where I have to call bullshit," Leah said dryly, approaching the group but staying a good distance away. She hadn't really...been part of a group in a while. A long while. "So you're just giving us this 'simple' task," Leah started, eyebrow raised and sketching airquotes with her fingers, "of shoving 'the horrors' back in this jar. Without telling us what exactly these horrors are, and, I'm assuming, you're just going to leave it all up to us." She folded her arms, settling back on her heels and narrowing her eyes. "If you give us some half-assed riddle as an 'explanation,' I"m out."

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

When Vanahara returned to the main deck, she expected to see the same unchanging white-clouded view she'd been glancing at for hours now. Instead, she was met with a roiling mass of elements masquerading as the Storm. Curiously, she didn't seem shocked or afraid like some of her companions; her only reaction was a slight narrowing of her eyes. The Storm had been a constant presence on the horizon when she still lived in her village; she was wary of it, and justly so, but it held no superstitious fear for her now. In fact, there had been some in her village who worshipped the Storm as a separate deity; she was used to it.

Keeping her head about her in the face of the Storm might well be a valuable ability in this situation, she thought. Couldn't hurt to offer.

"Sir," she spoke up after the Nightshade made her offer of alchemical support. "I have some experience with the Storm. I can try to keep the outer shell intact at weak points."