Ava walked down the darkened side street, heading back towards her temporary residence. To her left and slightly ahead her scorpion puppet clacked noisily against the stones underfoot, it's deadly tail wrapping protectively around it's puppeteer. Ava's right hand rested against the large stinger, as if she was being escorted by a genteel suitor. She much preferred the scorpion.
A boy, Ava estimated around her own age, walked into the alley just ahead of her. No good, had he seen her just now? Even if he hadn't, the scorpion puppet would raise enough questions. She should silence him, that way he wouldn't go about starting strange rumors about a girl with a scorpion. Ava lifted her hand from her escort's cold arm. The speed of her scorpion's strike would shred the skin from her hand should she be touching it.
The boy called out to her, commenting on her puppet, but mistaking it for a 'pet'. The girl set her hand back on her puppet's unfeeling skin. No, not a pet, just another dead puppet. She wouldn't kill him for seeing her. He'd done nothing wrong. The gray girl walked past the boy, her large puppet climbing on the side of the walls to get by. A few feet past, she stopped for a moment to curl her scorpion's tail about her again. She half-turned her face back, just enough to look at the boy out of the corner of one eye. "Thank you," she said with an absolute lack of emotion or sincerity, and she turned and continued walking.
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Name: Eise Torell (pronounced like 'ice')
Age: 22
Country of Origin: Sweden
Power(s): Lashing - Eise lashes a person or thing to a surface or direction, making that the lashed object's 'down' direction. An object can be lashed multiple times, either to multiply the force of the lashing or to apply multiple lashings in different directions to apply a complex lashing. Lashing two objects or surfaces to each other makes it extremely difficult to separate the two. Lashings decay over time once they're established, and the more energy is initially put into the lashing, the longer it will last before wearing off.
Greek Name: Psi (sigh)
Personality: Eise tries to act like he's a badass, but he isn't. He's got more in common with a teddy bear. He's really a nice guy, always going out of his way to help and take care of others, especially when he can downplay his involvement, or even better, when he can do it without them even finding out it was him. Eise doesn't like hurting others, but he knows that it's a necessary evil on occasion. If someone has to do it, he'd rather not force the burden on someone else.
History: Eise grew up in a small home, with his parents and older sister. He and his sister had never gotten along the best, and they always fought over stupid little things that didn't really matter, and he thought his parents were too strict when it came to curfews and staying out and how he dressed and who he hung out with and basically everything else too, but he'd never wished them dead. They didn't deserve to die the way they did. His mother died first. She had it easy, not having to see the others get sick and die. Eise didn't know it, but by then his father and sister were both barely alive as well. Father held it together for a few weeks, and his sister lasted even longer. She stayed strong for him, hiding the fact that she was almost dead from her brother. She made herself disappear when she knew she wasn't going to last any longer, but she'd left a trail that Eise followed, and at the end of that trail he found her, dead, cold, floating in an icy lake. He doesn't remember exactly what he did after that, but the next thing he knew, he was standing in the middle of a snowy street, structures all around looking like they had been tossed by a toddler throwing a tantrum. That's not too far from the truth. After some wanderings to clear his head, he turned himself in to the authorities, telling them exactly who he was and what he had done, what he could do. He's been working with the government, trying to find other people like him, to get to them, to protect them, to save them, ever since.
Other: His power is completely stolen from Brandon Sanderson's "Stormlight" series. Felt bad about it at first, then I thought about how original most powers are.
Name: Eise Torell (pronounced like 'ice')
Age: 22
Country of Origin: Sweden
Power(s): Lashing - Eise lashes a person or thing to a surface or direction, making that the lashed object's 'down' direction. An object can be lashed multiple times, either to multiply the force of the lashing or to apply multiple lashings in different directions to apply a complex lashing. Lashing two objects or surfaces to each other makes it extremely difficult to separate the two. Lashings decay over time once they're established, and the more energy is initially put into the lashing, the longer it will last before wearing off.
Greek Name: Psi (sigh)
Personality: Eise tries to act like he's a badass, but he isn't. He's got more in common with a teddy bear. He's really a nice guy, always going out of his way to help and take care of others, especially when he can downplay his involvement, or even better, when he can do it without them even finding out it was him. Eise doesn't like hurting others, but he knows that it's a necessary evil on occasion. If someone has to do it, he'd rather not force the burden on someone else.
History: Eise grew up in a small home, with his parents and older sister. He and his sister had never gotten along the best, and they always fought over stupid little things that didn't really matter, and he thought his parents were too strict when it came to curfews and staying out and how he dressed and who he hung out with and basically everything else too, but he'd never wished them dead. They didn't deserve to die the way they did. His mother died first. She had it easy, not having to see the others get sick and die. Eise didn't know it, but by then his father and sister were both barely alive as well. Father held it together for a few weeks, and his sister lasted even longer. She stayed strong for him, hiding the fact that she was almost dead from her brother. She made herself disappear when she knew she wasn't going to last any longer, but she'd left a trail that Eise followed, and at the end of that trail he found her, dead, cold, floating in an icy lake. He doesn't remember exactly what he did after that, but the next thing he knew, he was standing in the middle of a snowy street, structures all around looking like they had been tossed by a toddler throwing a tantrum. That's not too far from the truth. After some wanderings to clear his head, he turned himself in to the authorities, telling them exactly who he was and what he had done, what he could do. He's been working with the government, trying to find other people like him, to get to them, to protect them, to save them, ever since.
Other: His power is completely stolen from Brandon Sanderson's "Stormlight" series. Felt bad about it at first, then I thought about how original most powers are.
I'm interested.
... and then one of the cores go and all the dominoes start to fall and the RP eventually withers and dies just as it's getting good.
It's a sad tale that every RPer knows all too well. So. Many. Times.
happy place happy place happy place ... Okay, I'm good now.
It's a sad tale that every RPer knows all too well. So. Many. Times.
happy place happy place happy place ... Okay, I'm good now.
Jerkchicken said
I call tuxedo mask role!
Hmn.... Ava, how do you look in a tuxedo?
"Quite pissed off I imagine."
Fair enough.
"Why do you ask?"
No reason. ...And what's your opinion on masks?
"I will make it so no one ever finds your remains."
Haha, fair enough.
Not posting.
Well it's not like people are trapped in this VRMMORPGQWERTYUIOP, so if anyone is missing, they could easily be removed by saying they logged out of the game.
I just want it to continue because Mercury is one of my favorite characters I've made recently.
I just want it to continue because Mercury is one of my favorite characters I've made recently.
One question though. What does it mean "to expand the reach of sentient life across their plane"?
Name: Evette "Eve" Lastar
Sex: Female
Age: 17
Personality: Evette is... hard to like, and that's putting it nicely. She puts on an air of confidence that is hard for others to see past, and almost always comes off as haughty and arrogant. She sees most everything as beneath her attention and would rather order others around than doing something herself. She doesn't deal with embarrassing situations or surprises well at all.
Bio: Evette was born in northern Europe, but her family moved soon after to France, where she grew up and spent the first thirteen years of her life. Eve's family had money, a lot of it, and she grew up in opulence. High-class doesn't even begin to cover the lifestyle she is used to. Due to her parents frequently having to work and be away for long periods of time, she is used to being alone. Her parents know that they aren't around enough to raise their daughter well and feel guilty enough to let her do anything she wants though. Whenever they return home, they always remember to bring her gifts and tell her stories about the places they've come from. Eve loves her parents dearly, never once holding their absences against them.
Path: Optus, The Burdened
Sex: Female
Age: 17
Personality: Evette is... hard to like, and that's putting it nicely. She puts on an air of confidence that is hard for others to see past, and almost always comes off as haughty and arrogant. She sees most everything as beneath her attention and would rather order others around than doing something herself. She doesn't deal with embarrassing situations or surprises well at all.
Bio: Evette was born in northern Europe, but her family moved soon after to France, where she grew up and spent the first thirteen years of her life. Eve's family had money, a lot of it, and she grew up in opulence. High-class doesn't even begin to cover the lifestyle she is used to. Due to her parents frequently having to work and be away for long periods of time, she is used to being alone. Her parents know that they aren't around enough to raise their daughter well and feel guilty enough to let her do anything she wants though. Whenever they return home, they always remember to bring her gifts and tell her stories about the places they've come from. Eve loves her parents dearly, never once holding their absences against them.
Path: Optus, The Burdened
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