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That feel when you apply for jobs and realize you changed your phone number from what's on your resume
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My current mood: What do you mean I speak French fluently? Verb tenses? I don't need to say the right actual words do I?
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I just gave blood and now subjected myself to walking up two flights of stairs. That was fun
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Selenia listened to the man of Red with some inner contemplation. She didn't remember dying quite yet but she wasn't surprised, only that she had survived so long. She wasn't exactly careful of her mortality, and what she didn't remember was running through what looked a skirmish at the border of two nations at war. No, cautious was not something you could call Selenia.

She barely took account of the man of Red dismissing her, and she started walking in a direction. There didn't seem to be any particular directions that she could discern. No visible sun, no wind, no nothing. She could be going in circles and she would never know. Unless she ran into the man of Red, of course, but she suspected he had some sorts of magicks that wouldn't allow that. As she moved she could feel a single vine winding around her body from her back. She couldn't remember the last time she didn't have less than three vines winding around her body. She tried to make her spit poisonous but she didn't feel any of normal burning that came with the acidic nature of the poison. Finally she released her poison spore, and while it expelled from her pores, it didn't go nearly as far as she was used to it going. She was essentially an adolescent again, it was an odd feeling.

Eventually she reached a small rocky alcove. She hadn't seen anyone else in her trek, and she didn't know if that was a good thing or not. She settled in the alcove, her back to the wall and she tried to figure out what her next plan was. At some point, she needed her magic back. Even if she refused to kill with it, not having it made her uncomfortable. It could also, eventually, help with her escape plans. She didn't plan on dying over and over for the rest of time, and finding love wasn't in the cards either.

Selenia's musing was interrupted by a loud moaning coming from the opening of the alcove. Suddenly there was a giant hunk of flesh in front of her. Her vine, which had been pretty lethargic until this point, moved to attention, pressing into her hand and coiling into itself as a whip. The giant figure in front of her didn't say anything but ran at her. Selenia flicked her vine out, and it curled around his neck as he ran at her. She stepped neatly to one side as he barreled past her, into a wall. As he did that, she tightened the vine around his neck. The combination sent him to the ground, not moving except his chest rising every few seconds. Selenia didn't wait to see if he would survive, she didn't want to know the answer. Instead her vine settled back against her skin and she kept moving.
Name: Selenia Mithlynnonel

Age: 154

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Selenia stands at 5'8, a modest height for an elf suggesting she probably has some relatives that aren't an elf somewhere in her family tree. Her hair is a mix of blonde, brown and a few strands of copper, depending on the light and the red light of hell really brings out the copper in both her hair and skin. She's not soft but she's not muscular or particularly strong, simply hardened by years of rough living. Her ears are perfectly pointy and her eyes are the color of the night sky.

Race: Elvish

Sexual Orientation: If it moves and she's in the mood, she's down.

Fighting class type: She fights both as a ranged archer and as a mage.

Evolution:
1. She can create more than one thorn whip at a time, and they are longer with more thorns.
2. Her poison spore is more lethal with a wider range
3. Her bodily fluids become poisonous at will, and she can use them on her arrows, as well as her thorn whips becoming poisonous.
4. She can create and revive plants not attached to her body with a few drops of her blood. These plants drain her energy and last from 4-24 hours depending on the size and how much energy she has.

Personality: She has what you call a big personality. She'll flirt, and yell, and generally draw attention to herself, unintentional as it is. She's not prone to violence though, and generally is willing to help rather than hurt.

Biography: Selenia was born as close to a princess as an elf born to a nomadic band of wood elves could be. She didn't want for anything, she married a man she loved, and she was pregnant with twins according to her tribes healer. Except birthing twins is never easy, and something went wrong during the birth. Selenia passed out, and when she woke her entire family, including one of her newborn babies, was dead. The other one was screaming, but healthy. During the birth she had inadvertently poisoned her entire tribe, and only one of her twins was born with the natural immunity that Selenia had. Selenia, grieving, had left her still alive child in the tent, and ran. She never looked back, and she never told anyone of what she had done. She was killed, some years later, due to a stray arrow of all things.

Weaknesses: She won't kill anyone, she'll defend herself but if it comes to her or them, she won't kill them. Which considering her fighting methods are all pretty lethal, she dies a lot.
Name: Selenia Mithlynnonel

Age: 154

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Selenia stands at 5'8, a modest height for an elf suggesting she probably has some relatives that aren't an elf somewhere in her family tree. Her hair is a mix of blonde, brown and a few strands of copper, depending on the light and the red light of hell really brings out the copper in both her hair and skin. She's not soft but she's not muscular or particularly strong, simply hardened by years of rough living. Her ears are perfectly pointy and her eyes are the color of the night sky.

Race: Elvish

Sexual Orientation: If it moves and she's in the mood, she's down.

Fighting class type: She fights both as a ranged archer and as a mage.

Evolution:
1. She can create more than one thorn whip at a time, and they are longer with more thorns.
2. Her poison spore is more lethal with a wider range
3. Her bodily fluids become poisonous at will, and she can use them on her arrows, as well as her thorn whips becoming poisonous.
4. She can create and revive plants not attached to her body with a few drops of her blood. These plants drain her energy and last from 4-24 hours depending on the size and how much energy she has.

Personality: She has what you call a big personality. She'll flirt, and yell, and generally draw attention to herself, unintentional as it is. She's not prone to violence though, and generally is willing to help rather than hurt.

Biography: Selenia was born as close to a princess as an elf born to a nomadic band of wood elves could be. She didn't want for anything, she married a man she loved, and she was pregnant with twins according to her tribes healer. Except birthing twins is never easy, and something went wrong during the birth. Selenia passed out, and when she woke her entire family, including one of her newborn babies, was dead. The other one was screaming, but healthy. During the birth she had inadvertently poisoned her entire tribe, and only one of her twins was born with the natural immunity that Selenia had. Selenia, grieving, had left her still alive child in the tent, and ran. She never looked back, and she never told anyone of what she had done. She was killed, some years later, due to a stray arrow of all things.

Weaknesses: She won't kill anyone, she'll defend herself but if it comes to her or them, she won't kill them. Which considering her fighting methods are all pretty lethal, she dies a lot.
@pyroman It's fine lol, it was awhile ago and while it would be nice to have photographic memory, that is rare
Name: Lucia Ortoli

Alias: Elettrica

Position: 11th Grade

Abilities/powers: She has the ability to transform matter into electricity, including herself and other people. She also can innately follow paths of electricity, she also heals when absorbing electricity into her, not bullet wounds or anything but minor fractures, bones, the like.

Sex: Female

Age/Date of Birth: 9/18/1983, 16 years old

General appearance:

Additional Appearance/costume: Lucia doesn't wear any costumes or anything, she finds it harder to make synthetic clothing make the transition from matter to electricity due to some of the fabric's grounding properties.

Personality: Lucia is inherently good, with one slight exception. It was hard not to be, growing up in small town of about 300 people with eyes watching your every move, where you're the niece of a Cardinal, and the daughter of the Mayor. Maybe it was just the fact that she could't understand why anyone would want to be cruel. Not to say she didn't have her less than peachy moments, she thrived on gossip and creating gossip and she wasn't peppy or bubbly but if you started a conversation with her, she'll keep it up with you. Her faith is also a big part of her, despite what the Pope thinks of mutants at the time. .

Special Skills: She speaks four languages, English, Italian, Corsican, and French and often speaks them all at the same time since she's only ever left the island of Corsica to go to the Vatican. She also plays the violin and is proficient in fencing, ballet, and tennis.

Place of birth: Pietroso, Corsica, France.

Weapon(s) of choice: Herself, if absolutely necessary

Medical information: Nothing major

Brief History: As previously stated, she grew up in small town of Pietroso. Both sides of her family were from there and with a town that small, she was related to the majority of the town. She was the youngest of her siblings, the baby of the family if you will. The majority of her siblings were either moved out or moving out when she could first start remembering things. She was closest to her Uncle, and she had fond memories of growing up with him, until her mutation started showing. While he, and the rest of her family, publicly condemned her, he also set up for her to go to Xavier's, making sure she had more than enough in her trust fund for the rest of her life and putting her on the plan from Corsica, to Italy, to New York and making sure she got to the school in one piece. They still communicate, occasionally, and he really is the only family she has left.

Relatives: Her mother, the mayor, her father, a doctor, and her uncle, a Cardinal, are the most prevalent members of her family, although she does have many aunts and uncles, and several siblings.
@pyroman We've role played together before in other X-Men role plays where my character has the same powers, I just couldn't remember so I changed her backstory and such XD
Name: Lucia Ortoli

Alias: Elettrica

Position: 11th Grade

Abilities/powers: She has the ability to transform matter into electricity, including herself and other people. She also can innately follow paths of electricity, she also heals when absorbing electricity into her, not bullet wounds or anything but minor fractures, bones, the like.

Sex: Female

Age/Date of Birth: 9/18/1983, 16 years old

General appearance:

Additional Appearance/costume: Lucia doesn't wear any costumes or anything, she finds it harder to make synthetic clothing make the transition from matter to electricity due to some of the fabric's grounding properties.

Personality: Lucia is inherently good, with one slight exception. It was hard not to be, growing up in small town of about 300 people with eyes watching your every move, where you're the niece of a Cardinal, and the daughter of the Mayor. Maybe it was just the fact that she could't understand why anyone would want to be cruel. Not to say she didn't have her less than peachy moments, she thrived on gossip and creating gossip and she wasn't peppy or bubbly but if you started a conversation with her, she'll keep it up with you. Her faith is also a big part of her, despite what the Pope thinks of mutants at the time. .

Special Skills: She speaks four languages, English, Italian, Corsican, and French and often speaks them all at the same time since she's only ever left the island of Corsica to go to the Vatican. She also plays the violin and is proficient in fencing, ballet, and tennis.

Place of birth: Pietroso, Corsica, France.

Weapon(s) of choice: Herself, if absolutely necessary

Medical information: Nothing major

Brief History: As previously stated, she grew up in small town of Pietroso. Both sides of her family were from there and with a town that small, she was related to the majority of the town. She was the youngest of her siblings, the baby of the family if you will. The majority of her siblings were either moved out or moving out when she could first start remembering things. She was closest to her Uncle, and she had fond memories of growing up with him, until her mutation started showing. While he, and the rest of her family, publicly condemned her, he also set up for her to go to Xavier's, making sure she had more than enough in her trust fund for the rest of her life and putting her on the plan from Corsica, to Italy, to New York and making sure she got to the school in one piece. They still communicate, occasionally, and he really is the only family she has left.

Relatives: Her mother, the mayor, her father, a doctor, and her uncle, a Cardinal, are the most prevalent members of her family, although she does have many aunts and uncles, and several siblings.
I'm always up for an x-men rp, I'd be interested
Accurate, like a metronome


Sona

The Maven of the Strings




K (Kills)/D (Deaths)/A (Assists)

0/0/0


W (Wins): 0 | L (Losses): 0


Affiliation: Demacia/Ionia

Role: Support/Mage

Attributes: Ranged

Height: 5'6

Weight: 140 pounds

Written Appearance: Sona is a bit on the curvier side, with her trademark blue hair and blue dress. She doesn't often change out of her dresses, ready to give a performance at any moment. Unless, of course, she's been invited to DJ. She always has her Etwahl on hand, though, as her only means of communication.

Personality: Many think of Sona as meek, with her lack of speaking, however the adversity she faces has just made her that much fiercer. Born and raised in the Ionia orphanage, but finding a home in Demacia, has made her wary of most. She has found that many underestimate her abilities and she uses that to her advantage often. Still, if you find a friend in Sona, you find a friend for life.

Friends:
• Taric
• Xin Zhao
• Lee Sin

Rivals:
• Khada Jhin

Special Abilities


Power Chord


After casting three abilities, Sona's next attack does increased damage with an additional effect depending on the last basic ability cast.

Hymn of Valor

Sona sends out two bolts of sound that deal magic damage to the nearest enemies, prioritizing champions. Active

Sona and tagged allied champions deal bonus magic damage on their next basic attack. Aura

Sona does increased magic damage with her next basic attack. Power Chord

Aria of Perseverance

Sona heals herself and the most wounded nearby allied champion. Active

Sona and tagged allied champions receive a shield. Aura

Sona's next attack causes it's target to do reduced damage. Power Chord

Song of Celerity

Sona gains bonus movement speed for a period of time, which is extended if she doesn't take damage. Active

Tagged allied champions gain bonus movement speed. Aura

Sona's next attack slows it's target. Power Chord

Crescendo

Sona plays an irresistible chord in a line, dealing magic damage to enemy champions and stunning them, forcing them to dance for the duration. Active

Reduces the base cooldown of Sona's basic abilities. Passive

@Holy Soldier I don't know if you noticed this but in your Garen description, he can literally just silence the whole fight with the one turn cooldown on his silence. I don't think that's what you meant, but that's how it comes across.
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