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Starkissed

This is obviously a WIP... It's the most elaborate CS I've had to produce since I've been on the guild Just the most basic of outlines for starters. The fluff - later

Blaine Carrigan/ Maeve/ Goddess of balance, harmony and cycles

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⍚ BLAINE CARRIGAN ⥥ 30 ⥥ FEMALE⥥ BISEXUAL⍚

"What comes around, goes around."

𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

At 5'9 Blaine is a tall woman with medium build, fit and athletic. Her short, straight hair is jet black, offset by indigo blue eyes. Her facial features are somewhat sharp, with high cheekbones, square-ish chin, and straight nose. Her lips are full and pink, with the lower lip having a slight indent in the middle. When she smiles a dimple will appear on her left cheek. Unlike most people of high stature Blaine walks tall and doesn't slouch. At first glance this causes her to look too imposing with her broader than usual for a woman shoulders and her fit physique. But once you get past that and dare to look into her eyes you'll find an ocean of gentleness there, belying her imposing figure.

Blaine has a barely visible scar across her lower lip on the left side, a visible scar on her forehead, to the right of the third eye region. She also has a tusk scar on the right of her abdomen from a wild boar. Her ears are pierced, as well as her right eyebrow and left nipple - signifying her inability to give birth.

Blaine has a few tribal tattoos representing harmony, balance and the cycle of life /the style of these and the symbols will change with each incarnation but the meaning will remain the same/.

Blaine will generally wear pants and shirts with the length of the pant legs and shirt sleeves depending on the season.

The mark of her curse looks like an acacia nilotica leaf on her nape from where new connected leaves will appear across her body when she uses her abilities.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

Blaine is solitary and quiet, but she is not unwelcoming and is a very warm person. She is very helpful and polite and her impulse is always to lead with good. She will try to mediate and diffuse a situation first before resorting to more drastic measures. She is a peacemaker at heart and will seek out harmonious resolution to arguments and debates. She is however no pushover. The medal has two sides and when all other resources have been exhausted, she will consider more severe measures. Even if the employment of said measures always brings her sorrow and sadness simply due to the inability to resolve a conflict in a peaceful manner. Her own inability as well as the other party's. She will allow herself to feel the full repercussions of her actions, because there are lessons to be learned. Hence why she usually will struggle to the very last moment before forced to use drastic measures. She will find the fault within herself more often then within her opponent.

Driven to improve herself constantly, to seek inner peace, balance and harmony she will often try to transmit that state of mind and being to her surroundings - flora and fauna included. She knows bad things happen in life and does not labor to understand why, but rather to find a way to balance their effects. Because ultimately good and bad exist. She considers it arrogant to demand a reason for this existence. She believes that one must rather strive to find within themselves the strength to seek out ways to equalize the scale, to offset the bad with the good and to accept the bad when there is also good. This outview on life makes her a very calm and patient person.

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

Member of the Altose clan, Blaine became orphaned at a very young age. Her mother died during child birth and her father, one of the clan's hunters, died when Blaine was but five years old. The girl was adopted by the clan's shaman. The old crone soon realized the girl's natural shamanic gifts and set out to train her in the craft. Blaine adored nature and everything that had to do with it. She loved her lessons about herbs, plants and flora in general. She became especially gifted with the healing magics the shaman was training her in.

She would disappear for hours on end in the forests in search of herbs, healing plants, shamanic mushrooms. On one such faithful outing she was attacked by a vagrant clanless monster of a man, who in one foul act took her childish innocence, her shamanic gift, as well as her ability to bear life. Hunters of her clan found her broken, barely alive, clutching a stone in one hand, the monster passed out next to her, his head bashed in.

The hunters rushed her to the shaman, her adoptive mother, who labored for days on end to bring the young girl to full health. Her violator they put in a cage to await his just punishment. When Blaine had healed enough it was time for justice to be served. The beast that had taken so much from her was broth forth, the entire clan gathered to witness and participate in the ritual. The hunters who had found Blaine stripped him bare, strapped his legs and arms to two poles so that he hung helpless in the air.

Blaine stood, brave and terrified, her chin and lower lip trembling imperceptibly. She knew well the punishment for violators such as hers. Castration by a thousand cuts. Every member of the clan, save for the most innocent, would participate. The final cut, reserved for the one the violator had wronged. While the shaman was there to officiate the ritual as well as make sure the guilty one would stay alive long enough to receive the final cut completely conscious.

Thus ended the life of Blaine the shaman trainee and young healer and began the life of Blaine the warrior-hunter. Losing her purpose in one with her shamanic gift Blaine had to find a new path for herself in aid of her clan. Not able to bear children the only thing left for her was the path of warrior or hunter. She asked her adoptive mother to pierce her left nipple to symbolize her loss, but also as a sign of her new status in the clan. It was common practice for male warriors to pierce their nipples, while women who would have to care for children could not.

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

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⍚ MEAVE ⥥ GODDESS OF BALANCE, HARMONY AND CYCLES ⥥ FEMALE ⥥ PANSEXUAL ⍚

<She is a tree of life to those who lay hold of her, and those who hold on to her are blessed!>

Proverb

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

"What you looked like as an immortal. You can go as mad as you want with this."

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

This can include personality traits, what they are assosciated with ect. This may also include significant events that had impacts on mortals. You may list if you wish. You may add to this as the RP continues as well as you flashback to things you did as a God/Goddess.

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

"What are the notable events in your God's history? Do they come from a "family" (example:zeus is siblings with hades and posseiden in mythology) or how did they come to be? How where they tricked by the Dark Gods? Any particular moments they shared with their Starkissed? You may add to this as the RP continues as well as you flashback to things you did as a God/Goddess. "

𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}
Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

• Soothing voice Blaine has the ability to draw people and animal alike and they will at least listen to what she has to say
• Empathy Blaine will attune to a person's emotional state almost immediately
• Healing Although her magic is gone, Blaine can still brew healing potions and tend to wounds

• Hunting prowess Blaine can track a quarry through almost any terrain
• Awareness Having spent hours upon end alone in the forest Blaine's awareness is among the sharpest there is
• Patience Blaine is a patient warrior, she never attacks recklessly, in anger or in provocation

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}
These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

The Scale Of Things: Weakest Ability
Affects balance within and without, swaps between extremes. Blaine has the ability to manipulate balance within a person and the balance of a person in relation to his/her surroundings

A Leaf On The Wind: Blaine can use this ability to instill a person with a moment of inner peace and grant them reprieve from the effects of angst, stress, sorrow. It can also cause a moment of calmness within an antagonistic character, dissuading them from their negative endeavors.
Seesaw: When there's an up, there must be a down. Blaine can swap between those states of extreme. She can grant courage to a person paralyzed by fear. Someone enraged can be calmed down in an instant.
Open Your Eye: Blaine can affect the chemistry of the brain to produce a chemical balance within the pineal gland allowing the person a flash view of their reincarnation path. Depending on the target this has either beneficial effects or detrimental.

Harmonic Resonance: Moderate Ability
Using her voice Blaine can affect throught harmonic ressonance a person's brainwaves

Slow Harmonics /0-8 Hz/: Manipulating the slowest brainwaves Blaine can cause injury or promote healing /0-4 Hz/; grant the gift of heightened intuition or detrimental impulsive behavior /4-8 Hz/.
High Harmonics /8-40 Hz/: Tampering with the mid to high frequencies Blaine can render a person inactive for a medium amount of time by either causing them to completely lose focus or launch them in a state of hyper/OCD focus /8-12 Hz/; playing with the higher frequencies /12-40Hz/ Blaine can modify the production of adrenaline either depriving one of it or over-flooding the person's system with it; using these frequencies she can also cause a short to mid memory loss or rather the inability to access the memories.
Harmonic Flash: A bit of a wild card ability type of deal. When Blaine uses it it can produce the effect of any of the two abilities above regardless of the target and Blaine's intent.

The Tree Of Life: Strongest Ability
You can bend laws, brake them even, but their effects are ultimately inescapable! The system will achieve balance one way or the other.

Threefold: Blain has the ability to invoke the law of threefold return. What one does returns to them threefold. Good or bad.
Enter Akasha /40-100 Hz/: Through harmonic frequencies Blaine can launch a person into the Akashic records, the repository of all knowledge for full review of their karmic path. That person will be unable to do anything for a certain amount of time as the brain will be entirely occupied with processing the information.
Death Is Only The Beginning: Since I don't want it to be OP I'm open to ideas... but it's pretty straightforward... She can bring the life cycle to its end or beginning - life/death. But it will kill her immediately not shortly afterwards.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}
What is on your person

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}
Colour Code: other information.

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: REQUIRED
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

Humanity's Last Army

@DervishUnfortunately real steel is too rich for my blood Bought a Walther P22 with the g36

Humanity's Last Army

I've always been partial to the fn p90 It has this 'alien' or 'futuristic' look to it... or it did before SG-1 popularized it. Other than that I've always been a fan of the h&k g36, even have an airsoft replica

Starkissed

@Mae Good to know, thanks

Also... this:

Before reincarnation: "I wanna go for ginger."

Ginger!

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Fail!!

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Starkissed

Yes, how will our appearance change upon reincarnation? Do we chose what we look like after each death or maybe it would be randomized... In terms of gender as well?

Starkissed

I do believe I'm interested

|| M I N E R V A || A R C H I V E || Always Accepting!

Aoife Quinn

Name: Aoife Quinn

Age: 33

Assignment: Rogue research specialist /specializes in ancient civilizations believed to be myth, the Hollow Earth theory, the connection between the forgotten civilizations and humanity's ancient civilizations/

History: Aoife began her academic career as an ancient history and archaeology student in Trinity College in Dublin. After finishing her studies and obtaining her PhD in Ancient History, she soon became disillusioned with her peers and their inability to accept new evidence and the more out there theories. Hiding behind extrapolated information, assumptions and subjective conclusions, repeated over and over in the course of the years so much so that they were elevated to the status of fact, her colleagues closed their eyes to new discoveries, obtusely calling the white black and often times even playing dumb.

Disgusted with the mainstream academia she labored to distance herself and pursue other venues of investigation. She was quickly relegated to the status of 'rogue' scientist or the more offensive 'pseudo-scientist'. She didn't care. Those assholes from mainstream academia were so blind they couldn't even see the evidence of water erosion on the Giza Sphinx, as proven by Boston University geologist Dr Robert Schoch, dismissing it offhand without even bothering to disprove it.

And when asked if it was possible that a more ancient civilization might have sculpted the Sphinx. They simply reply: "Of course it is not possible for one reason. No single artifact, no single inscription, or pottery, or anything has been found until now, in any place to predate the Egyptian civilization more than 5,000 years ago." Of course they had to eat that reason with a side of french fries upon the discovery of Göbekli Tepe - dated by the archaeologists to have been founded/constructed about 11,500 years ago and abandoned and intentional buried about 9,000 years ago.

The Minerva Archive followed closely the career of the young rogue historian and her penchant for the less favored theories, lines of inquiry and investigation. Aided in her roughish investigations by a vast knowledge and practice in a number of martial art she was deemed to be a perfect candidate for a field researcher.

Aoife Quinn was recruited on {REDACTED} serving as an agent of the Minerva Archive for {REDACTED} to date.

Active investigations: [CLASSIFIED]
Archive entries perused: [CLASSIFIED]

Humanity's Last Army

Mo froze for a nanosecond at the sight of the charging Griks, remembering that faithful day thirteen years ago when one such monstrosity had hacked her Dad in two. To this day her reaction seeing one was always the same. A paralyzing terror for a nanosecond, followed by a cold anger. She gripped her rifle with her bionic arm, her real one taken by that same Grik and his single fatal slash. She didn't feel her new appendage. Could not feel the cold steel of her rifle. She knew there was a teeny-tiny servo-brain implanted in hers, which made the thing work. And, oh, work it did. Beautifully!

She looked about her and the mass of soldiers. Most were rookies, but some looked like they'd held a gun before boot camp. Most looked terrified, and rightly so. The Bulwark armies were no joke. Some had a determined look about them. Good! They'd need it. If they wanted to survive this. She heard the Captain shouting for them to get ready.

“AIM!” Captain Faraday instructed.

Mo touched her cheek to the stock of her rifle and sighted a target calmly. Come on, you bastards. Come, I greet you with open arms!

“FIRE!” Came the thunderous order of the officer.

Rifles sang in a beautiful symphony of percussive sound.

The Grik were a sprinting mass of hit-points. They did not care for wounds, they would keep going on pure rage alone. But still they were massive and a single shot was unlikely to take them down. The best tactic with them was stagger and finish with vital organ shot. Mo kept with her breathing while sighting her shots. Breathe in. Hold. Fire. Exhale. Repeat! Griks began falling down like fell trees. But that did little to falter the Bulwark advance as the other Griks simply ran over their dead.

From somewhere up top she heard the sound of a high-powered rifle. A sniper! Yeah, that could take a Grik with a single shot Mo observed as pale white heads began exploding one after another. Mo grinned. Want to take what's ours? Like hell we'll give it freely! Mo thought darkly. More like we'll have you return what you've stolen from us, you bastards! She didn't allow her anger to burn hot. She instead sharpened it to a cold blue flame, taking Griks down meticulously with every two-three shots.

"RELOAD!" She shouted stepping back from the front line to replace her mag. Her place was immediately taken by a giant of a man with a fresh clip in his rifle. He seemed pale as the milk her Nana gave her every night before tucking her in.

"Give'em hell!" She shouted at the man while switching out her mag.

Humanity's Last Army

I'll work on something today

There, it's a bit on the short side but, will move us along. Wasn't sure about projectile weapons or energy/pulse, but decided on projectile. Hope it works

The Nomad, a sci-fi epic.

I have a question... If I split my group up... Can I post from the perspective of the characters Vokeera is not with at the moment?