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@Baklava
I knew it. What am I even here for other than to be Baklava's squeaky mouse toy? Don't answer that. I can't handle the truth.
@Gisk
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Padma's CS Code
@Chasers115
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Marcus's CS Code
@Alupi
Here's your code so you don't have to dig back through too many OOC pages for it. Whenever you're done with the history, let me know and I'll look it over.
Yeah, I don't photograph well.
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I can summon these black blob-like little guys; I call them the Kree. They usually come out from under my hair and beneath my clothes. They can do simple tasks and follow instructions well; I'm kinda skilled in multitasking and controlling a bunch of them simultaneously. They can join together, turning into a larger version of themselves, and with a little bit of focus, I can see and hear through them. Nifty, I know. Don't let their appearance fool you. As ravenous as they appear, they technically can't "devour" anything. They can, however, "eat". You know, they just hold inside their bodies whatever they stick into their mouths.
Rebecca's CS Code
I knew it. What am I even here for other than to be Baklava's squeaky mouse toy? Don't answer that. I can't handle the truth.
@Gisk
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Padma Majumdar
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17
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5'10"
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170
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Padma is a tall, handsome young woman of Indo-Persian descent. Her skin is almost always clear, and her hair shiny and free of tangles, whether sheβs wearing it up or down. Her body is fit and well toned, which goes well with her favored attire of activewear.
She is crisp and competent in demeanor, and has a deliberately light British accent.
She is crisp and competent in demeanor, and has a deliberately light British accent.
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Fastidious and disciplined. Padma has a hair and skin care routine, as well as an exercise regimen that she keeps with almost religious fervor. Her study habits are every bit as arduous, and in most aspects of her life she prefers to stay engaged. Though she is an affectionate and generous friend, her company is not for the lazy. Spending a social day with her will find you playing a sport(fencing or cricket if you know it) or spending time outdoors. She can be convinced to go shopping, if you are so inclined, but at far from a leisurely pace.
She has a deeply ingrained sense of duty and integrity, and is one of those Mages who arrived, and remains, at USARILN entirely by choice.
She has a deeply ingrained sense of duty and integrity, and is one of those Mages who arrived, and remains, at USARILN entirely by choice.
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Padma's father, Solomon, has a very British stiff upper lip. In spite of everything happening in the world, he always insisted on "Keeping Calm, and Carrying on." And so his daughter, no matter what sort of fairy tale creature attack dominated the news, was always playing sports and studying as if it were the normal days before the Dreamcatcher. Or, maybe just before the Slumber.
If she hadn't been a Mage, she probably would have been an athlete or a scholar, but fate had other plans. The decision for Padma to turn herself over to the government was a simple one, and they both reached it at the same time, and for the same reasons. King, Country, and Kind.
If she hadn't been a Mage, she probably would have been an athlete or a scholar, but fate had other plans. The decision for Padma to turn herself over to the government was a simple one, and they both reached it at the same time, and for the same reasons. King, Country, and Kind.
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Shadow Walk
Padma can move out of three-dimensional space, and into the two-dimensional world of shadows. In the Shadow Realm, she can climb other shadows(including the moving shadows of people or other animals) to traverse the two-dimensional landscape.
She is still effected by gravity, and takes up as much space as she normally would. At present, she cannot take anything other than the clothes on her back into the Shadow Realm, and cannot stay any longer than five minutes before exhausting herself. If she were to be "crushed" while in the Shadow Realm(for instance, if someone deliberately shadow-puppeted closing their hands on her) she is forced back into three-dimensional space, usually quite disoriented.
Her shadow, while Shadow Walking, has a faintly glowing white outline around it, as does her body just before and after switching realms.
She is still effected by gravity, and takes up as much space as she normally would. At present, she cannot take anything other than the clothes on her back into the Shadow Realm, and cannot stay any longer than five minutes before exhausting herself. If she were to be "crushed" while in the Shadow Realm(for instance, if someone deliberately shadow-puppeted closing their hands on her) she is forced back into three-dimensional space, usually quite disoriented.
Her shadow, while Shadow Walking, has a faintly glowing white outline around it, as does her body just before and after switching realms.
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There was a grid of city streets, fairly populated, but many of the people were destitute, or lost. Padma saw this city from above; there were catwalks of wispy darkness that ran along and across the streets, but also over the buildings.
From these catwalks, Padma could reach down and, as if they were quite close, nudge or move the people walking. She showed the lost where to go, or else moved the affluent toward the destitute, so that, faced with such poverty, they were moved to generosity.
She heard a cry, and raced across the catwalks, to see a child fallen in the street, a bus bearing down on him. She reached down and plucked him from its path, putting him down gently next to his crying mother.
From these catwalks, Padma could reach down and, as if they were quite close, nudge or move the people walking. She showed the lost where to go, or else moved the affluent toward the destitute, so that, faced with such poverty, they were moved to generosity.
She heard a cry, and raced across the catwalks, to see a child fallen in the street, a bus bearing down on him. She reached down and plucked him from its path, putting him down gently next to his crying mother.
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It was the same city, but this time made of clay and laid out before her, with little clay men and little clay women moving about their life. She saw a clay man accosting a clay woman in an alleyway, and she reached down and smushed his soft clay body into the wall. It was ugly, and she tried to smooth the blemish over, but no matter what she did, it stayed lumpy in the area he had been. The woman had fled. Frightened, maybe, but safe.
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Arbiter
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xxx
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Accepted. Resized the image for you.
Padma's CS Code
@Chasers115
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Marcus Howell
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17
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5'6"
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127 lbs.
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Marcus is a very disheveled human being, but he doesn't necessarily mean to be; he always looks like he just woke up and someone told him that he immediately needed to get ready for some important event, regardless of how much time he's had to get ready. However, one gets the feeling that it's almost on purpose. His hair is a calculated type of messy, and his clothes are always purposefully plain; although a careful observer would notice that he never wears anything but long sleeve shirts.
His face bears some scarring; two slashes underneath his right eye and a small slash across his mouth. If one were to look underneath the long sleeves he always wears, one would find that his left arm bears some serious burn scars. Despite this, Marcus's eyes always twinkle mischievously, and he tries to maintain a smirk or smile. Around his neck, he wears a set of dog-tags, which he tends to fiddle with when he gets nervous.
His face bears some scarring; two slashes underneath his right eye and a small slash across his mouth. If one were to look underneath the long sleeves he always wears, one would find that his left arm bears some serious burn scars. Despite this, Marcus's eyes always twinkle mischievously, and he tries to maintain a smirk or smile. Around his neck, he wears a set of dog-tags, which he tends to fiddle with when he gets nervous.
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Marcus, despite everything that's happened in the last years, tries to play the funny guy. He's always got a quick quip or humorous joke to try and lighten the mood. Even if he can't make people burst out laughing, he reasons that a brief chuckle is better than a moment of sullen silence.
In moments where he's alone, he finds himself prey to the same sullen silences that he tries to avoid. Very often, he sits by quietly by himself, doing something to occupy the time. Most of the time, he's lost in his own train of though, eyes reading over pages in a book without comprehending them, or some other task.
If confronted in these quiet times of his, he's quick to snap out of it and return to his funny guy persona. Usually this will be accompanied by some sort of light scolding, but it usually takes a moment for his words to stop sounds hallow and get back to the innocent cheeriness of his usual guise.
In moments where he's alone, he finds himself prey to the same sullen silences that he tries to avoid. Very often, he sits by quietly by himself, doing something to occupy the time. Most of the time, he's lost in his own train of though, eyes reading over pages in a book without comprehending them, or some other task.
If confronted in these quiet times of his, he's quick to snap out of it and return to his funny guy persona. Usually this will be accompanied by some sort of light scolding, but it usually takes a moment for his words to stop sounds hallow and get back to the innocent cheeriness of his usual guise.
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Marcus and his powers were discovered by what could tentatively be described as a nurse. At the time, he was in a make-shift hospital near a recently destroyed town. He found himself bedridden for a while, having been brought in by a search and rescue volunteer team. This gave him plenty of time to mess around with his powers a little bit, and he did so carefully, after re-positioning his arm where his IV wasn't; it didn't take long for one of the more attentive nurses to notice something off. Three days before he was to be discharged, a couple of government 'recruiters' showed up and gave him an offer. Now, he finds himself a new member USARILN East.
π π π π π : Temporal Rewind
Marcus has the ability to rewind his own personal timeline, but only by small amounts. He rewinds back to his position and state of being as he was exactly two seconds before activation. If he was damaged in some way in this two second interlude, then all damage received immediately heals itself. To people who are viewing him, it would appear as if he'd just teleported a short distance. Before he 'jumps', anybody around him can hear a burst of static; immediately before his rewind and emanating from the spot where he started the 'rewind'. The effect is limited to himself and his possessions only, and he has to wait at least three minutes for his power to 'cool down'.
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Marcus found himself seated still, in inky darkness. Before he could comprehend what was happening, two bright lights shown out directly in front of him, startling him with a sudden noise. The world tumbled and turned into a maelstrom of sharp objects and loud noises. As he felt he could not bear it any more, he found himself sitting back in his original position, strangely relieved. Everything was calm, and he could relax. Around him, he found friendly faces, all of them his, and all of them reaching a hand out to help.
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Marcus found himself face to face with a man. This man stood still, but held a gun to Marcus's face. He did not fire, nor did he move as Marcus walked around him, examining him closely. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he took the gun from the man's hand, and the man did not resist. All Marcus could see was the fear in his eyes as he pointed the weapon at the man's head, and pulled the trigger. As he did, he saw the flesh of his arm wrinkle, sag, and rot away to reveal bleached bone underneath.
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Arbiter
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xxx
You have none, yet. You will get some as the story progresses. Keep track of them here. Some of them might be really important or something, I don't know.
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Accepted. Took the image out of the hider and resized it.
Marcus's CS Code
@Alupi
Here's your code so you don't have to dig back through too many OOC pages for it. Whenever you're done with the history, let me know and I'll look it over.
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Uh, I'm Rebecca. Yeah, just Rebecca.
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I'm eighteen. And yes, I'm well aware of the fact that I look like a kid. Nothing new there.
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Sadly, just around 147 centimeters (4'10")
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A whopping 43 kilograms (95 pounds). I know, isn't that amazing?
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Yeah, I don't photograph well.
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I'm pretty simple; just kinda laid back and carefree. I guess I kind of just go with the flow. You know? Things happen and you just got to be realistic about things. Sometimes you come out on top and more often you don't. That's just life. I get that. I'm not a pessimist or anything. I really hope good things happen but I try to keep myself grounded. Something else...something else....umm...guess I'm easy to get along with? I know I don't look that approachable but I'm pretty much an open book. If someone cares enough to ask me a question, I'll answer it though I tend not to pry into other peoples affairs until they bring it up. You'd be surprised how many people just want you to listen to them.
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I can summon these black blob-like little guys; I call them the Kree. They usually come out from under my hair and beneath my clothes. They can do simple tasks and follow instructions well; I'm kinda skilled in multitasking and controlling a bunch of them simultaneously. They can join together, turning into a larger version of themselves, and with a little bit of focus, I can see and hear through them. Nifty, I know. Don't let their appearance fool you. As ravenous as they appear, they technically can't "devour" anything. They can, however, "eat". You know, they just hold inside their bodies whatever they stick into their mouths.
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Surrounded by some a few Krees, I was sitting in the middle of an extremely large and comfortable bed, in a room I've never been in. As strange as it seemed, I kinda felt okay with it; it was strange. Just staying still wasn't really my thing, so I decided to walk around; a trail of Krees ended up following me. The view from outside the window was amazing. The yard was huge, there was a garden, and even a pool. It was pretty impressive. Maybe I was living here? Nah, probably not. Before I could figure what exactly was going on, I heard a knock. I turned around but stayed quiet. I didn't why I wasn't the least bit anxious. Given the situation I was in, it was pretty acceptable if I started to panic. Weird enough, I didn't. Then she walked in. Pale white skin, long black hair, and cerulean eyes.
"Just like me" I couldn't help but whisper to myself.
"C'mon Becca, dad's waiting in the car. Let's go." she softly said as she smiled.
I just stood there, quiet and still. The Kree calmed down and just kept on staring at me. I guess they weren't used to seeing me like this.
"...Mom?" my voice trembled and tears started running down my face. Then I just woke up. Pretty embarrassing, I know.
"Just like me" I couldn't help but whisper to myself.
"C'mon Becca, dad's waiting in the car. Let's go." she softly said as she smiled.
I just stood there, quiet and still. The Kree calmed down and just kept on staring at me. I guess they weren't used to seeing me like this.
"...Mom?" my voice trembled and tears started running down my face. Then I just woke up. Pretty embarrassing, I know.
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Not sure what happened, but I found myself just idly watching the post-apocalyptic scene in front of me. Horrifying black beasts with eerie glowing yellow eyes filled the skies and the land. Screams echoed throughout the place and the smell of blood and death was unbearable. To make things worst, the orphanage was no more; just a pile of debris. The hospice, gone; just a bunch of lifeless bodies. I remained quiet and just began trembling all over as I grabbed my arm.
"How?" I repeatedly mumbled.
I kept asking myself what had happened, but honestly, I knew. As monstrous as they appeared, there was no denying that the beasts that were rampaging were the Kree.
"How?" I repeatedly mumbled.
I kept asking myself what had happened, but honestly, I knew. As monstrous as they appeared, there was no denying that the beasts that were rampaging were the Kree.
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I'm pretty sure I fall under Arbiter. I could be wrong though; I do command a legion of monsters. I know they're tiny and kinda cute, but they're still monsters.
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None. Not really sure what an armament is though.
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Rebecca's CS Code