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Star Wars: Legacies

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Mobile Suit Gundam: LIFELINE

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Johanna let out a low whistle as the floodlights bathed the pirate captain's vessel in brightness, the brilliant red surface seeming to filling the entire hanger. So this was the Islandwana then, the one she heard all the stories about. It was an engineering marvel from what she understood, one that exploited the massive power bank of the Portio to create a vessel that could terrorize shipping lanes and hapless pirate hunters alike. LAGOS was chirping away like mad as he initiated primary scans of the ship to see what made it cook while Johanna merely pondered it, pouring over every small detail from the modified repair arms (she WOULD make a ship that could punch other ships, Jo remarked to herself with some amusement) to the catapults along the sides of the vessel.

Say what you will, the cap'n knew a nice ship when she saw one.

"Well on top of watching after you, I left him in charge of refitting my ship for my eventual return," Cathrida said to her pet friend. "He was taking trips down here every now and then to work on it in secret. And in his defense he got just about everything done before he got himself killed...Everything besides finishing the engines."

Johanna could tell why. Ten fusion engines weren't exactly a cakewalk to get functioning in tandem. Oh sure the ship could power it on just fine, it was the bit connecting the engines to the battery that was the million dollar question. She had a similar issue on BUN-e with the LeapFrog apparatus, though this beast had a substantially higher risk. Fusion engines tended to get a little...finicky when you didn't hook them up proper.

“Well that’s not a problem, we can take all the time in the world finish them, right Captain?” the other pilot interjected.

“That’s exactly the problem," Cathrida said. "We don't have all the time in the world."

"No, but you have the next best thing," Johanna piped in, tugging the sleeves of her bomber jacket up. "You have me!"

SPIRITUM

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An honest to god vacation, one last road trip around the countryside before heading off to war. It sounded like a great idea, at least until she saw the rust bucket that they would all be stuffed into for the duration. Needless to say, Sabrina was glad that she applied her makeup when they were still traveling on the smooth straightaways that surrounded the Citadel and not now. After a bump like that there was a decent chance she'd end up swallowing her favorite shade of lipstick instead of wearing it; thankfully she just smacked into the back of the seat Gallahad was reclining in, her sunglasses slipping down the bridge of her nose as she appeared over his shoulder.

“For fucks sake, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to hit every damn hole on the High Road.” Galahad grumbled.

"Missed your bloody calling as a stunt driver," Sabrina said, shooting Zak a disapproving look before pushing her shades back up onto her face and getting back into her seat, briefly popping open a compact to make sure nothing was displaced or disheveled, which of course it wasn't. Flipping her hair out of her eyes, she reached down for one of her drinks, a more high-end brew then what this crowd was used to, easily popping the cap off one-handed with her thumb and taking a long swig before leaning out the window to see the road ahead. Bad roads aside, this was a rather nice little experience. No smelly polluted cities or crowded streets, just miles of open countryside under a balmy summer sky. Who could ever say no to something like this?

“Heorot Whisky tastes like paint thinner, but it’ll get ya’ drunk!” Asa quipped from the backseat as she handed Ray the stronger booze. Indeed it would, Sabrina recalled with grim composure. She had a distinct memory of when Asa introduced that little number to her, accusing her of being a lightweight and of Sabrina happily proving her wrong. At least, that's what she was told. Not much comes to mind from that night besides the incident with the floor buffer and about twenty pounds of granola.

Still peeking out the window, Sabrina caught sight of the approaching pothole like a bullet, bracing herself this time to avoid being thrown about. With a little flounce she slipped back into her chair as someone slapped the radio to turn off the news broadcast. Probably for the best, she thought as Asa's rant was cut short by a general agreement to avoid the news from here on out. Part of her wanted to keep an ear out for when the war did come to old Katerio, even if there was nothing these she was particularly fond of, but...well, they were on vacation. Fuck it.

"Not much longer!" Zac reported with a chuckle, "then you all can get off your high horses and stop complaining!"

"If we were on a high horse, you trying to jump every pot hole would be your problem, not ours," Sabrina snarked, lifting her drink for another sip of that lemon-strawberry goodness.

SPIRITUM

Sabrina Rosato

Sabrina Rosato
20 | 6' | A+-

_{A P P E R A N C E}

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Striding along at a perfect 6' tall, Sabrina could have sculptures made of her and they'd be considered works of art. Neat and elegant, she's nimble without being frail and tough without being bulky, all averaging together into a nice athletic build that's not at all off-putting or unusual, or even notable. She rarely even breaks a sweat, if at all, and it's near impossible to find an unnecessary mark or speck on her flawless ivory skin, save the artificiality of her hands that she keeps underneath her gloves.

Her youthful, well-sculpted features are framed on the sides by wavy brown hair escaping from underneath her trademark beret and flowing past her chin, while her bronze colored eyes are often hidden behind dark sunglasses. Besides the hat, glasses, and gloves, Sabina's wardrobe varies with the fashions of the day, generally preferring a tomboyish style including vests, trousers, and low-hanging belts, but she can always be counted on to be fashionable, and god help you if you scuff those glasses. They're worth more then you are, pal.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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It's very easy to hate Sabrina. Snooty, arrogant, a silver-spooned elitist, she's the popular kid in school who gets her comeuppance at the end of your favorite teenage coming-of-age novel. She's so easy to despise, but at the same time, you kind of love her, don't you? Always so poised and confident, never shying away from center stage, basking in the limelight she was born under. Sure she's not the smartest or strongest out there (even if she is fairly close to the top, mind you), but when she turns on that magnetic charm of hers, it's like she can do no wrong. It's okay to admit you love her, Sabina loves her too.

Perhaps those who do dislike her assume that she's just a plastic husk who relies on coolness and style to make up for having no personality of her own, and you'd be surprised to hear there's some truth to that, at least from her perspective. Cheated out of a chance to explore and experience life before choosing a path forward, Sabrina's layers of confidence and flashiness hide some deep seated issues and anxieties, and she's always been terrified that when those layers are peeled back, there won't be anything underneath. Perhaps that is why she's friends with those that would be considered beneath her, friends who understand that she cares for them in her own special way, and though she'd never say it aloud, would happily lay down on the line for every single one of them.

Don't we all just want to be loved?

_{B A C K G R O U N D}

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Anyone who's spent longer then five minutes in Katerio knows Rosato, a name synonymous with wealth and power, a name that was whispered with reverence all the way to the halls of the Royal Assembly, and a name that everyone knows reigns supreme over the city, even if the official paperwork insists otherwise. To be a Rosato was to be superior to the lowly rabble beneath your feet; you were born to rule and dominate, and for Sabina that was no exception. Sabrina was trained almost from birth to be a politician, her career meticulously planned out all the way up to the Royal Assembly, where she'd use that power to ensure the continued dominance of the Rosato clan.

Or at least that was the plan, until the eight year old Sabina got into a frightful accident and was feared dead. Fortunately for the little girl, she did make a miraculous recovery despite losing her hands, which were readily replaced with valuable levistone prosthetics, but she was left traumatized all the same, not by the accident itself but by the way her closest family reacted. So used to being smothered in what she thought was love and affection, it was a shock when in her dying moments her parents dropped her like a sack of potatoes, writing her off as a wasted opportunity and never once showing up to her deathbed until she made her recovery. The 'love and affection' quickly returned, but Sabrina became acutely aware of how hollow it actually was, and how her only value to her family was as a pawn in their great game. Well, if she was going to be a pawn, then she'd be one on her own terms. And her father loved to insult the military as being 'pawns moved around by their betters'. So despite her father spending a pretty penny to ensure recruiters didn't snatch up his children, Sabrina undercut him by going directly to a recruiter to be tested, one who belonged to a rival family and would certainly earn his stripes by kneecapping his family's hated rival this way.

While many instructors weren't pleased to see a Rosato entering the Citadel, all but certain that she had gotten in via bribes or favoratism, she quickly proved them wrong, making up for her physical shortcomings through her remarkable talents and deep intelligence. It was a grueling process, but Sabrina took to it with style and grace, even if it took her quite some time to admit to her fellow cadets that she needed help in some areas, cadets who up until now would have considered this rich and famous princess from a powerful family nigh unapproachable.

Graduation approached like an iceberg though, and Sabrina was almost too eager to go out on one last hurrah with her classmates. After all, you never know what could happen out there, and they...well, they were the only friends Sabina had in the world. That wasn't something she wanted to leave behind.

_{C O M B A T}

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Sabrina considers herself a brawler, wielding her magical abilities and physical prowess to be adaptable to any situation, especially those that demand aggressive action, playing to the weaknesses of an enemy. Her artificial hands are hardened against blades and other strong blows, but she prefers to keep opponents at arms length, not too close and not too far away, exactly where she wants them, and while she's not afraid of wielding a variety of firearms and weapons, she's particularly attached to a rare magical set of weapons; heavy Levistone-infused chains wielded from both hands, almost twelve-feet long and with her expert hand can be used to inflict powerful magical blasts upon striking a target as well as snaring and grappling foes at a slight distance, and with a thought can appear with a weapon attached to the end, such as a heavy weight or a spear tip.

_{N O T E S}

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Other various stuff.

SPIRITUM

Sabina Rosato

Sabina Rosato
20 | 6' | A+

_{A P P E R A N C E}

---

Striding along at a perfect 6' tall, Sabina could have sculptures made of her and they'd be considered works of art. Neat and elegant, she's nimble without being frail and tough without being bulky, all averaging together into a nice athletic build that's not at all off-putting or unusual, or even notable. She rarely even breaks a sweat, if at all, and it's near impossible to find an unnecessary mark or speck on her flawless ivory skin, save the artificiality of her hands that she keeps underneath her gloves.

Her youthful, well-sculpted features are framed on the sides by wavy brown hair escaping from underneath her trademark beret and flowing past her chin, while her bronze colored eyes are often hidden behind dark sunglasses. Besides the hat, glasses, and gloves, Sabina's wardrobe varies with the fashions of the day, generally preferring a tomboyish style including vests, trousers, and low-hanging belts, but she can always be counted on to be fashionable, and god help you if you scuff those glasses. They're worth more then you are, pal.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

---

It's very easy to hate Sabina. Snooty, arrogant, a silver-spooned elitist, she's the popular kid in school who gets her comeuppance at the end of your favorite teenage coming-of-age novel. She's so easy to despise, but at the same time, you kind of love her, don't you? Always so poised and confident, never shying away from center stage, basking in the limelight she was born under. Sure she's not the smartest or strongest out there (even if she is fairly close to the top, mind you), but when she turns on that magnetic charm of hers, it's like she can do no wrong. It's okay to admit you love her, Sabina loves her too.

Perhaps those who do dislike her assume that she's just a plastic husk who relies on coolness and style to make up for having no personality of her own, and you'd be surprised to hear there's some truth to that, at least from her perspective. Cheated out of a chance to explore and experience life before choosing a path forward, Sabina's layers of confidence and flashiness hide some deep seated issues and anxieties, and she's always been terrified that when those layers are peeled back, there won't be anything underneath. Perhaps that is why she's friends with those that would be considered beneath her, friends who understand that she cares for them in her own special way, and though she'd never say it aloud, would happily lay down on the line for every single one of them.

Don't we all just want to be loved?

_{B A C K G R O U N D}

---

Anyone who's spent longer then five minutes in Katerio knows Rosato, a name synonymous with wealth and power, a name that was whispered with reverence all the way to the halls of the Royal Assembly, and a name that everyone knows reigns supreme over the city, even if the official paperwork insists otherwise. To be a Rosato was to be superior to the lowly rabble beneath your feet; you were born to rule and dominate, and for Sabina that was no exception. Sabina was trained almost from birth to be a politician, her career meticulously planned out all the way up to the Royal Assembly, where she'd use that power to ensure the continued dominance of the Rosato clan.

Or at least that was the plan, until the eight year old Sabina got into a frightful accident and was feared dead. Fortunately for the little girl, she did make a miraculous recovery despite losing her hands, which were readily replaced with valuable levistone prosthetics, but she was left traumatized all the same, not by the accident itself but by the way her closest family reacted. So used to being smothered in what she thought was love and affection, it was a shock when in her dying moments her parents dropped her like a sack of potatoes, writing her off as a wasted opportunity and never once showing up to her deathbed until she made her recovery. The 'love and affection' quickly returned, but Sabina became acutely aware of how hollow it actually was, and how her only value to her family was as a pawn in their great game. Well, if she was going to be a pawn, then she'd be one on her own terms. And her father loved to insult the military as being 'pawns moved around by their betters'. So despite her father spending a pretty penny to ensure recruiters didn't snatch up his children, Sabina undercut him by going directly to a recruiter to be tested, one who belonged to a rival family and would certainly earn his stripes by kneecapping his family's hated rival this way.

While many instructors weren't pleased to see a Rosato entering the Citadel, all but certain that she had gotten in via bribes or favoratism, she quickly proved them wrong, making up for her physical shortcomings through her remarkable talents and deep intelligence. It was a grueling process, but Sabina took to it with style and grace, even if it took her quite some time to admit to her fellow cadets that she needed help in some areas, cadets who up until now would have considered this rich and famous princess from a powerful family nigh unapproachable.

Graduation approached like an iceberg though, and Sabina was almost too eager to go out on one last hurrah with her classmates. After all, you never know what could happen out there, and they...well, they were the only friends Sabina had in the world. That wasn't something she wanted to leave behind.

_{C O M B A T}

---

Sabina considers herself a brawler, wielding her magical abilities and physical prowess to be adaptable to any situation, especially those that demand aggressive action, playing to the weaknesses of an enemy. Her artificial hands are hardened against blades and other strong blows, but she prefers to keep opponents at arms length, not too close and not too far away, exactly where she wants them, and while she's not afraid of wielding a variety of firearms and weapons, she's particularly attached to a rare magical set of weapons; heavy Levistone-infused chains wielded from both hands, almost twelve-feet long and with her expert hand can be used to inflict powerful magical blasts upon striking a target as well as snaring and grappling foes at a slight distance, and with a thought can appear with a weapon attached to the end, such as a heavy weight or a spear tip.

_{N O T E S}

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Other various stuff.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Reunion, Part 1

"If we're going to be damned, let's be damned for what we really are." Jean-Luc Picard

Another day, another uneventful patrol, Riley thought to herself. It was rather nice out, maybe criminals went to the beach on warm days too.

Floating down from the sky onto the edge of a building, she sat with her legs dangled over the precipice, retrieving a sandwich from her rucksack. Technically it was for the space mission, vacuum sealed against the harshness of a deadly vacuum and a delicate bit of equipment that shouldn't be used lightly, but it made a great carrying case for snacks so she didn't have to keep spooking hot dog vendors. Taking a big bite, Voyager chewed thoughtfully as she kept an ear out for any trouble.

"Voyager-sama, your fate will be sealed!"

Riley stopped chewing at the sound of her superhero name. Turning around, a familiar figure seemed to be striking various poses on the extreme opposite end of the rooftop. Luckily the threats weren't directed at her, but some sort of person-sized prop perched on the corner. Curious, Riley quietly walked up to the ninja-like figure.

"I strike with the fury of a thousand storms, I move with the swiftness of a thousand winds," Typhoon chanted, continuing his vaguely martial artsy posing. "Through superior discipline and unerring skill, I shall be your downfall, for I am like a tiger, poised with unwavering grace-"

"Hiya Typhoon!" Riley said brightly patting him on the shoulder.

"BAKA CHIKUSHO!" Typhoon jumped a foot in the air and attempted to draw a throwing star before stepping off the edge and dropping into the alley below, landing with a distinctive thump in the dumpster.

"You okay down there?" Riley asked, looking down at the unlucky robot.

"Dame, Voyager-sama, for my dignity lies in tatters..." Riley looked over at the object Typhoon was speaking too, which appeared to be an old training dummy with a facsimile of her own head attached made from what appeared to be cooked pasta. Didn't look half bad, she thought.

"I can give you a lift if you need one!" Riley called down.

"Muri, I could never accept help from my greatest nemesis!" Typhoon shouted back, clambering out of the dumpster and up the wall.

"Just thought I would offer," Riley shrugged, taking a bite of her sandwich. "I figured-" she started to say, but a low-pitched rumble caught her attention. Typhoon caught up to the edge of the building just as something bright orange streaked through the sky.

[color=MediumOrchid]"Whoah, check it out!" Riley said. "It must be a meteor! And it is...awfully close." The two watched the orange streak sail through the sky, arcing gently down and slamming into the ground a few blocks away with a mighty crash, making them both flinch. "I take that back, NOW it is awfully close," Voyager said, floating back into the air. "I gotta go check it out and make sure no one's hurt. Truce?"

Typhoon nodded solemnly. "It is as you say. I shall assist." Riley smiled, glad that despite being a supervillain the ninjabot was willing to help out once in a while. Putting on a brave face, Voyager took off in the direction of the smoldering meteor, Typhoon leaping across the rooftops to follow at a far slower pace.

Luckily upon arrival, the object seemed to miss any bystanders, cleaving the asphalt in two as it landed instead. Already a small crowd was gathering to observe what it was that landed in the smoldering heap.

"Everyone clear away from the space rock!" Voyager ordered, coming to land near the tear in the street.

"It's not a rock, Voyager," an old man nearby said. "Look!"

Voyager looked at the rock, and her heart seemed to skip a beat. It wasn't a rock at all, she realized. Rocks weren't made of metal and shimmering glass made into angular shapes, nor did they have the remnants of engines and wings still attached to the hull.

This...this was a space ship!

"Ooh, it's like a first contact thing!" Voyager said excitedly. "Maybe it'll be Vulcans, that'd be cool! Don't worry everyone!" Voyager shouted to the crowd. "Stay back, I'll handle this!"

Suddenly a hiss of steam sounded from the broken hull of the ship, and a side panel slid open. A humanoid figure seemed to clamber out of it, collapsing onto the ground making metallic sounds that might have been coughing. Voyager took a cautious step forward, getting a better look at the newcomer. Whoever it was, or whatever it was, it wasn't Spock. It appeared to be made of...crystals of some sort? Weird.

"Hello!" Voyager said brightly. "Welcome to Earth!"

The crystal being looked up, having no facial features beyond bright spots in the general shape of eyes. Upon seeing Voyager, the crystals seemed to glow brighter and the being got to her feet.

"Nov, ao enero os!" it...said? The sound didn't seem to come from the creature, instead playing inside of her head somehow. Spooky.

"I'm sorry, was that you?" she asked. The crystal creature looked confused and tried to approach, her arms held out. Voyager took a step back and the creature stopped.

"Ihhereo? Anhi ime gdelaco, ttoem! ironus hu parues tatomfece etosem?" The crystal creature patted her hands against her chest to signify herself.

"I...can't understand you," Voyager said, confused. A hard landing behind her indicated that Typhoon had arrived, sword drawn.

"Styca kitataen?" the crystal creature asked. "Adtedwoi, tatcasu dise uicu etercete!"

"Unknown language," Typhoon said with a sudden dryness, his databanks kicking on. "Performing translation, please hold." Great, Voyager thought, hoping this creature wasn't hostile.

"Look, I don't know what you're saying, but I think my friend is translating for you, just...don't panic, okay?" Voyager hoped it came through, but the crystal alien didn't seem to respond, instead reacting with...worry, maybe?

"Enome imate?" the creature said, pointing at the back of her neck. "Luc lomoeca elferi hehuseh etarmor!"
Voyager could do nothing but stare blankly as the creature continued to gesticulate, pointing between her own neck and Voyager's.

"I...don't know what that means." Voyager shrugged, and the crystal creature looked alarmed.

"Sybet...nemebedohf iamasnanes yl. Hui ela ite ugochin..." The crystalline alien shimmered. Voyager tried to approach but was stopped by a splitting headache.

"Aaagh!" she said, gripping the sides of her head in agony. "What did you...?"

"Rdorecy! Selo pitelli, tkonelil me!" the alien shimmered again. And immediately, Voyager's surroundings went dark.

The crowd screamed and ran as their alien superheroine collapsed in a heap, seemingly dead. The crystal creature cautiously approached, poking the unconscious Riley with her toe just as the ninja robot sprang to life.

"Language analyzed, translation achieved!" Typhoon became himself again and turned to face the crystal alien. "ifaha roseatul, eodeheta rase ediesa-"

"Iawo eelner rensi sunasulo?" the crystal creature suddenly said.

"Hai," Typhoon said. "Mweer efolol as enlal nuhe itatat."

"Iannisevge, mfigawelc rdorecy selo! Pitelli tkonelil, me genut ad dewer eheseb! Onily er yt derat iond seweitod fenocve etd!"

Typhoon paused, comprehending what the alien was saying. "Alidad ostico?"

The crystal creature nodded. "Idwuf del. Tohe dynaimta raaho nofesa, ihysa efedm uhryrm. Ogur, eohaa rhrene alohn."

Typhoon pondered for just a moment. "Ofrehesy, sun ulgar huroten. Aabowegt nehos ewit bapi vulirfosag."

"...Atuaroni dafothas, hhiyr dinihoic," the crystal creature said as it picked Riley up. "Ycihc tiregorh ihnur eseeh?"

"Tteratoro," Typhoon said, activating his communication relay. "Fang-sama, where are you?" A low grumble came from the other end of the line. "Fang-sama!"

"It's fuggin noon, you dumb toaster, I'm trying to SLEEP!" Fangs barked. "Whaddaya want?"

"Voyager-sama is in grave danger. We must assist as best we can."

GEARs: Silent Line [Anthro, Sci-Fi Mecha Roleplay]

HYPE!

Warrior's Road: After the Blast [Post-Apocalyptic Fighting RP]

Rae

Lightning Liz

Appearance

Age: 25
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Aberrant

Rae is one of the less monstrous Aberrants at first glance, possessing draconic features such as a long snout and a pair of horns on her head, what would be part of a frightening visage were it not offset by her lazy green eyes and tall, lanky figure. Her long, black hair escapes from under her hood, which is attached to a special black jacket, a gift from her better half, which has the handy ability to regenerate from damage, a necessity considering her abilities and the tendency for spurts of electricity to regularly arc across her body.

Personality Traits

-Cool
-Laid-Back
-Thoughtful
-Playfully mischievous
-Guarded
-Puntastic
-Don't get her riled up, you'll be sorry

Backstory

It's said that Aberrants like Rae often just spring up like wild animals, and there is some truth to that. Rae's early memories are scattershot at best, her clearest and earliest being when she, as a very young girl, crawled out of a puddle of nuclear sludge in the middle of a terrifying thunderstorm. Abandoned to the wilds to fend for herself, she was close to going mindless and feral when she stumbled onto a bunker that housed a hidden facility full of survivors. The survivors, once part of a secretive government agency, had gone mad long ago and had begun to collect mutants and Aberrants from the blasted Earth, subjecting them to cruel experiments and punishments as part of their special containment protocols. Rae's ability to generate electricity was a great curiosity, and she was subjected to brutally invasive tests until an attempt to see how much charge she could store accidentally activated her secondary ability to "Call Down the Thunder", and she went on a rampage through the facility. In the chaos, the sentient Aberrants and mutants rose up and slaughtered their jailers, taking the facility for themselves with Rae's help.

She's stuck around with the Aberrants ever since, adopting a laid-back personality in the process of learning to control her impulses towards rage and fury, and helping to fend off bandits and other nuisances that wish the group ill. In the aftermath of the revolt, though, the facility became too dangerous to live in, and the Aberrants decided to pack up and make a caravan to head for the nearest city and set up shop, with Rae being asked to scout ahead and deal with anything unpleasant on the way to what will hopefully be a new home for them; New Fennec.

Fighting Art - Thunder and Lightning

Rae's mutant DNA, in addition to her odd physiology, has given her the unique ability to naturally generate and absorb electrical energy, using it to physically augment her fighting abilities, summon it as its own kind of attack, as well as using it to protect herself and even heal to a degree. Combining it with her own rough combat training, her Art generally favors her being light on her feet, keeping her enemy at arm's length and goading them into attacking or making a bad decision with avoidance and light, annoying attacks, then landing a more dangerous one when an enemy exposes themselves.

■ Call Down The Thunder
While Rae prefers to fight with agility and trickery, if she is in a tight spot, or if she loses control of her emotions, Rae will build up enough electricity in her body to mutate herself further, drastically increasing in muscle mass and size as her teeth and claws grow out. Her Thunder mode trades out her agile defensive style for all-out, brutal offense, rushing down and overwhelming enemies with brutal attacks that discharge electricity with every blow and tanking any damage on her toughened hide.

■ Electric Blast
Rae can fire electricity from herself as a physical projectile, shocking and knocking back anyone it hits. If she Calls Down the Thunder, she can fire a supercharged bolt from her mouth like a dragon breathing fire.

■ Live Wire
Rae builds electricity in her body for a quick burst of speed and agility, moving faster then the eye can track and able to leap at a great height, with enough force to floor someone if she jumped off them. If she Call Down The Thunder, the charge grants more power then speed, and the discharge can create a shockwave when she hits the ground or any other solid object.

■ Countercharge
Rae's body unleashes a burst of electrical charge that can throw off grappling opponents and, if she knows its coming, block projectiles and other unfriendly attacks if her timing is spot on, avoiding damage but still taking kinetic force (ie she'll be thrown back but won't be physically injured by the attack itself). If she Call Down The Thunder, the defensive charge becomes much more powerful, but more difficult to time against unfriendly attacks.

Weaknesses
In her regular form, Rae's reliance on goading her opponents and nimble dodges and counters, as well as her laid-back attitude towards fights, leave her with few direct options for ending fights quickly and directly, and an enemy who isn't fooled by her antics or can simply power on through her nonsense can get an edge on her, since she's not exactly tough as a turtle either. When she Calls Down the Thunder, she has the opposite problem, throwing strategy and trickery out the window for full on aggressive action leaves her reliant on her enhanced durability to defend herself, and she can be goaded or manipulated into a bad position, ironically a strategy she uses in her regular form.

Trivia/Other Information

-Loves pretzels, and despite it being logistically impossible, always seems to have a bag of them on hand for a quick snack.
-Seems to like teasing and messing around with enemy fighters more then fighting them.
-Of course the hoodie has slots for her horns. What, yours doesn't?

Warrior's Road: After the Blast [Post-Apocalyptic Fighting RP]

'Sup

Lightning Liz

Appearance

Age: 25
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Aberrant

Rae is one of the less monstrous Aberrants at first glance, possessing draconic features such as a long snout and a pair of horns on her head, what would be part of a frightening visage were it not offset by her lazy green eyes and tall, lanky figure. Her long, black hair escapes from under her hood, which is attached to a special black jacket, a gift from her better half, which has the handy ability to regenerate from damage, a necessity considering her abilities and the tendency for spurts of electricity to regularly arc across her body.

Personality Traits

-Cool
-Laid-Back
-Thoughtful
-Playfully mischievous
-Guarded
-Puntastic
-Don't get her riled up, you'll be sorry

Backstory

It's said that Aberrants like Rae often just spring up like wild animals, and there is some truth to that. Rae's early memories are scattershot at best, her clearest and earliest being when she, as a very young girl, crawled out of a puddle of nuclear sludge in the middle of a terrifying thunderstorm. Abandoned to the wilds to fend for herself, she was close to going mindless and feral when she stumbled onto a bunker that housed a hidden facility full of survivors. The survivors, once part of a secretive government agency, had gone mad long ago and had begun to collect mutants and Aberrants from the blasted Earth, subjecting them to cruel experiments and punishments as part of their special containment protocols. Rae's ability to generate electricity was a great curiosity, and she was subjected to brutally invasive tests until an attempt to see how much charge she could store accidentally activated her secondary ability to "Call Down the Thunder", and she went on a rampage through the facility. In the chaos, the sentient Aberrants and mutants rose up and slaughtered their jailers, taking the facility for themselves with Rae's help.

She's stuck around with the Aberrants ever since, adopting a laid-back personality in the process of learning to control her impulses towards rage and fury, and helping to fend off bandits and other nuisances that wish the group ill. In the aftermath of the revolt, though, the facility became too dangerous to live in, and the Aberrants decided to pack up and make a caravan to head for the nearest city and set up shop, with Rae being asked to scout ahead and deal with anything unpleasant on the way to what will hopefully be a new home for them; New Fennec.

Fighting Art - Thunder and Lightning

Rae's mutant DNA, in addition to her odd physiology, has given her the unique ability to naturally generate and absorb electrical energy, using it to physically augment her fighting abilities, summon it as its own kind of attack, as well as using it to protect herself and even heal to a degree. Combining it with her own rough combat training, her Art generally favors her being light on her feet, keeping her enemy at arm's length and goading them into attacking or making a bad decision with avoidance and light, annoying attacks, then landing a more dangerous one when an enemy exposes themselves.

■ Call Down The Thunder
While Rae prefers to fight with agility and trickery, if she is in a tight spot, or if she loses control of her emotions, Rae will build up enough electricity in her body to mutate herself further, drastically increasing in muscle mass and size as her teeth and claws grow out. Her Thunder mode trades out her agile defensive style for all-out, brutal offense, rushing down and overwhelming enemies with brutal attacks that discharge electricity with every blow and tanking any damage on her toughened hide.

■ Electric Blast
Rae can fire electricity from herself as a physical projectile, shocking and knocking back anyone it hits. If she Calls Down the Thunder, she can fire a supercharged bolt from her mouth like a dragon breathing fire.

■ Live Wire
Rae builds electricity in her body for a quick burst of speed and agility, moving faster then the eye can track and able to leap at a great height, with enough force to floor someone if she jumped off them. If she Call Down The Thunder, the charge grants more power then speed, and the discharge can create a shockwave when she hits the ground or any other solid object.

■ Countercharge
Rae's body unleashes a burst of electrical charge that can throw off grappling opponents and, if she knows its coming, block projectiles and other unfriendly attacks if her timing is spot on, avoiding damage but still taking kinetic force (ie she'll be thrown back but won't be physically injured by the attack itself). If she Call Down The Thunder, the defensive charge becomes much more powerful, but more difficult to time against unfriendly attacks.

Weaknesses
In her regular form, Rae's reliance on goading her opponents and nimble dodges and counters, as well as her laid-back attitude towards fights, leave her with few direct options for ending fights quickly and directly, and an enemy who isn't fooled by her antics or can simply power on through her nonsense can get an edge on her, since she's not exactly tough as a turtle either. When she Calls Down the Thunder, she has the opposite problem, throwing strategy and trickery out the window for full on aggressive action leaves her reliant on her enhanced durability to defend herself, and she can be goaded or manipulated into a bad position, ironically a strategy she uses in her regular form.

Trivia/Other Information

-Loves pretzels, and despite it being logistically impossible, always seems to have a bag of them on hand for a quick snack.
-Seems to like teasing and messing around with enemy fighters more then fighting them.
-Of course the hoodie has slots for her horns. What, yours doesn't?

GEARs: Silent Line [Anthro, Sci-Fi Mecha Roleplay]

@Silverwind Blade All good. C: