Kuro

What Are You Listening To?

👾 Video Game Discussion III: Larger, More Villainous, and Not Sliced

Yeah, kinda same boat. I have games I "want to get" but I might just wait until Black Friday the Month to dump money if I'm going to on.. I dunno what.

@Lith

I think my issue is just that I'm satisifed with my current games. I've been playing Rivals, but also a ton of Minecraft with some Discord buddies. Haven't been really interested in finding something else to play even though I own more recent stuff. Hell, I have a Day 1 Switch 2 and I've only played it for a bit post-release.

👾 Video Game Discussion III: Larger, More Villainous, and Not Sliced

Steam autumn sale is in swing, not sure if I want to spend any money on anything. I've got stuff in my wishlist that is on sale, but I might decide to keep saving my money instead.

Test thing

Location — In Your Walls, New Rome

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"Your mom's a hoe." Noah replied.

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Trials of New Rome - TEMPORARY HIATUS

Location — City Streets, New Rome

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A chorus of festivities echoed throughout the streets of New Rome. Laughter, music and lavish scents wafted through the atmosphere, drifting through the packed alleyways and paths of the city center. Countless merchant booths decorated the streetside, each vendor peddling their own goods to onlookers and spectators. The day's spirits proved high, and by all appearances, had no intention to wane as the hours passed on.

Many had questioned Shiori. A distinguished veteran, and a former centurion no less, surely would've joined the games. Cassian, Sabina, Kyros, Luka, even Rex—all names that carried significant weight. They all had chosen to join in the day's spectacle: a sparring match within the grand coliseum. It was practically expected that Shiori would follow in their footsteps.

And yet, she did not. Her days in the Legion had long since past. Shiori had found herself in the sidelines; a spectator from the shadows. She preferred it that way. The calm. The peace and quiet. It had enthralled Shiori like a siren's song, drawing her away from the spotlight. Fifteen long years. No longer did the heat of battle scar her skin. No longer did the fate of many rest in her hands. She could finally beat her sword into a ploughshare—to partake in the quaint aquarian life she had once cherished as a child many, many years ago.

Instead, she found herself wandering the paved stone streets of New Rome. Some whispered, as if it had been peer pressure for her refusal to spar. Others simply stared, wide-eyed and gawked. Shiori paid them no heed, ignoring the occasional onlooker as she browsed the festival. It was how she found herself in front of the Paradiso, the Italian-American brainchild of fellow centurion Avery Pierce. She could go for some food, Shiori figured, as she entered the bistro.

"One slice to go," Shiori asked at the counter, "Please."

"Coming right up." The server replied, grabbing a slice and wrapping it in paper. "That'd be one denari."

Shiori reached into her pocket and pulled out the exact change needed to pay for the slice. Handing the server the money, she bid them farewell. Now with food in hand, she pondered her next course of action. The reenactment sounded worthwhile, and so she set out to watch it. Perhaps the youngsters could finally put out a decent show this year, she wondered.

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Trials of New Rome - TEMPORARY HIATUS

Location — Coliseum, New Rome

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Rauni never had any intention to go to the festival. She had skipped it the year prior, and had planned to do the same this summer solstice. And yet, against her conscience, Rauni had found her way there. Perhaps it was a spell of loneliness. A desperate call for human touch and conversation. Either way, Rauni hadn't known, nor did she particularly care. All that she had known for certain was that she needed to get out of the house. To be away. Away from everything.

Her gaze had met the towering walls of the coliseum. Loud cheering echoed from within the stadium, signaling that the sparring matches must've already began. Rauni had known that some of her old comrades from the Legion had been set to partake in the day's event. Some from the third, others from the second. They were among the names that everyone knew; those of particular rank or status such as Sabina and Cassian, to name a few.

Regardless of who they were, however, she wanted to cheer them all on like she had done so before countless times in the past. Before her molliculus caseus had been stripped from her and slaughtered like a common animal.

But when Rauni stood at the coliseum gates, she hesitated. The memories flooded back. Felix had loved the coliseum. He was, after all, a son of Mars. Warfare called to him like wind and snow to Rauni. She could remember each and every time she joined him just to watch the occasional duel. They weren't something that Rauni particularly was interested in, but Felix—he loved the spectacle. And for Rauni, his happiness was what truly mattered.

She wanted to turn back. Her gut pleaded, and her heart begged to run away. Standing on those worn, stone steps no longer felt right. Not without Felix by her side. But it was the same back home. The quaint home they had hoped for was devoid of laughter and love. Staying there any longer and Rauni would've gone stir-crazy.

And so, Rauni forced herself to take a step. Then another. And one more. Before she knew it, she had made her way into the coliseum, and sat among hundreds if not thousands of spectators eager to watch the ongoing fight.

It was a start. Rauni didn't know how helpful it'd be, if at all. But regardless, today was a start, be it for the better or worse.

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Test thing

Location — coliseum, New Rome

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Rauni had never any intention to go to the festival. She had skipped it the year prior, and had planned to do the same this summer solstice. And yet, against her conscience, Rauni had found her way there. Perhaps it was a spell of loneliness. A desperate call for human touch and conversation. Either way, Rauni hadn't known, nor did she particularly care. All that she had known for certain was that she needed to get out of the house. To be away. Away from everything.

Her gaze met the towering walls of the coliseum. Loud cheering echoed from within the stadium. The sparring matches must've already began. She had been aware that some of her old comrades from the Legion were set to partake in the day's event. Some from the third, others from the second. They were among the names that everyone knew; those of particular rank or status such as Sabina and Cassian, to name a few. She wanted to cheer them all on, like she had done so before countless times in the past.

Before her molliculus caseus had been stripped from her and slaughtered like a common animal.

But when Rauni stood at the coliseum gates, she hesitated. The memories flooded back. Felix had loved the coliseum. He was, after all, a son of Mars. Warfare called to him like wind and snow to Rauni. She could remember each and every time she joined him just to watch the occasional duel. They weren't something that Rauni particularly was interested in, but Felix—he loved the spectacle. And for Rauni, his happiness was what truly mattered.

She wanted to turn back. Her gut pleaded, and her heart begged to run away. Standing on those worn, stone steps no longer felt right. Not without Felix by her side. But it was the same back home. The quaint home they had hoped for was devoid of laughter and love. Staying there any longer and Rauni would've gone stir-crazy.

And so, Rauni forced herself to take a step. Then another. And one more. Before she knew it, she had made her way into the coliseum, and sat among hundreds if not thousands of spectators eager to watch the ongoing fight.

It was a start. Rauni didn't know how helpful it'd be, if at all. But regardless, today was a start, be it for the better or worse.

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Test thing

Location — City Streets, New Rome

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A chorus of festivities echoed throughout the streets of New Rome. Laughter, music and lavish scents wafted through the atmosphere, drifting through the packed alleyways and paths of the city center. Countless merchant booths decorated the streetside, each vendor peddling their own goods to onlookers and spectators. The day's spirits proved high, and by all appearances, had no intention to wane as the hours passed on.

Many questioned Shiori. A distinguished veteran, and a former centurion no less, surely would've joined the games. Cassian, Sabina, Kyros, Luka, even Rex—all names that carried significant weight. They all had chosen to join in the day's spectacle: a sparring match within the grand coliseum. It was practically expected that Shiori would follow in their footsteps.

And yet, she did not. Her days in the Legion had long since past. Shiori had found herself in the sidelines; a spectator from the shadows. She preferred it that way. The calm. The peace and quiet. It had enthralled Shiori like a siren's song, drawing her away from the spotlight. Fifteen long years. No longer did the heat of battle scar her skin. No longer did the fate of many rest in her hands. She could finally beat her sword into a ploughshare—to partake in the quaint aquarian life she had once cherished as a child many, many years ago.

Instead, she found herself wandering the paved stone streets of New Rome. Some whispered, as if it had been peer pressure for her refusal to spar. Others simply stared, wide-eyed and gawked. Shiori paid them no heed, ignoring the occasional onlooker as she browsed the festival. It was how she found herself in front of the Paradiso, the Italian-American brainchild of fellow centurion Avery Pierce. She could go for some food, Shiori figured, as she entered the bistro.

"One slice to go," Shiori asked at the counter, "Please."

"Coming right up." The server replied, grabbing a slice and wrapping it in paper. "That'd be one denari."

Shiori reached into her pocket and pulled out the exact change needed to pay for the slice. Handing the server the money, she bid them farewell. Now with food in hand, she pondered her next course of action. The reenactment sounded worthwhile, and so she set out to watch it. Perhaps the youngsters could finally put out a decent show this year, she wondered.

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Trials of New Rome - TEMPORARY HIATUS

Shiori Mizutani, Daughter of Kymopoleia

_{Miu Suzuki | #B1E4FC}

"The heart of man is very much like the sea. It has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls, too."

—— Vincent van Gogh

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_Name:

Shiori Mizutani

_Age:

27

_Gender:

Female

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Bisexual

_Ethnicity:

Japanese

_{Years at Camp Jupiter // New Rome:}

15+1 (15 CJ, 1 NR)

_{Place of Birth:}

San Francisco, California

_{Key Relationships:}

TBD

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"Close your eyes and rise as oceans
Breathin' floatin' across the waves
Underneath you all sorts of emotions
As this blue horizon calls
And no God or man can control where you roam
As current serves my motor
I'm pushin' on"
^{— As Oceans - Wolfgang}

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_Appearance

• Height: 5'1''.
• Hair: Auburn brown, typically kept short and sometimes braided or tied in a ponytail
• Eyes: Dark brown, similar in color to her hair
• Body Type: Extremely fit with muscular strength betrayed by her appearance; could probably out bench press most of the guys
• Clothing Style: Tends to wear "professionally casual"; t-shirts, sneakers or even overalls are as common as "old money"-esque sweaters and skirts. It just depends on the day or the occasion
• Body Markings: SPQR tattoo with 15 lines of service and a jellyfish symbol

_Personality:

Beware the calm before the storm.

Shiori is the testament of an old soldier despite her age. She is weary from years of battle, and the cracks show as she tries to adapt to a life she once dreamed of as a child. Her tone is solemn, yet commanding with presence and authority. She stands tall, but the old wounds still remain. Home is both where the legion is and New Rome. Moving on is necessary for Shiori, but were the legion ever to need her service again, the daughter of the sea would gladly stand ready at their darkest hour.

For now, however, peaceful shallows are abound. No more bloodshed. Just her, the fish, and a nice cup of tea.

_History:

Born into a second generation Japanese-American family, Shiori grew up in the city of San Francisco. Her parents had been biologists, studying the local ocean and sea life as part of the Aquarium of the Bay's ongoing research activities. Shiori was enthralled with her parents' work at a young age—when she wasn't surrounded by textbooks and nature documentaries, she was helping her parents out at sea. It was as if she had a connection the sea itself, driven by a quest of knowledge and imagination.

As Shiori neared her teenage years, the most important day in her life came to be. A freak storm had sprawled across the bay while she was out at sea with her parents. Together, they made a desperate attempt to return to port, but their struggle was in vain as the vessel sunk beneath the tidal waves. Her parents did what they could to keep Shiori safe, yet even then their strength faded through the coming night. Shiori, too, stayed as long as she could, before her strength inevitably failed her, and proceed to sink beneath the waves to an untimely, wet and cold death.

Or so it would've been, had Shiori not been the child of Kymopoleia. She had found herself alive, undrowning, at the feet of a towering giant. The goddess had returned to claim what had been hers; her child, whose true heritage had shown through the wake of the very violent storm she had accidentally created.

Of course, Shiori couldn't believe what she had been hearing. It felt like a nightmare; the mysterious creature in her closet blaming her for the death of her parents. Yet everything also felt so real as much as it felt fake. The bright jellyfish tendril hair. The flowing green dress cinched with a belt of abalone shells. She didn't want to believe it, but the reality of the situation began to set in.

The monster was real, very much real, and she herself had been the one killed her parents.

Faced with this newfound realization, Shiori responded like any youth would: tears and volatile outbursts, intensified with the strength of a raging violent tsunami. Kymopoleia, recognizing her own internal struggles within her child, directed Shiori to the Wolf House, hoping that Lupa could set her on the right path. To be blessed with the ocean's wrath was an inordinate life to live, and she would not abandon her child like her father had done so to her.

Shiori's time with Lupa was short. Her anger was internalized and focused on the wolf's training. She wanted to get her powers under control; that she was something more than a kin slayer. Some might say it worked; others might disagree. Still, her willpower, but also the brute strength and skill she harnessed, impressed the old wolf and those of the Legion, earning Shiori a prime spot within the ranks of the 1st—a rarity for the child of a minor god.

From there on, Shiori lived the life of a soldier. She spent her ten years with the 1st Cohort, putting herself at the forefront countless times. Though it hadn't been long since her family had died, she had found a new one in Kymopoleia and the 1st. Her hatred towards herself passed over the years, having been replaced with a new calling, one dedicated to her fellow legionnaires of the Twelfth Legion. She'd fight for them. Bleed for them. Even die for them.

And so, when her ten years came up, Shiori chose to stay in the legion. The soldier's way was how she chose to live, and it, for all intents and purposes, was home. She was bound to protect the legion; to defend it, so that no one had to suffer like she had. Such dedication to the legion eventually found herself pushed into the upper echelons for a time, later taking on the role of one of the first's centurions when the role had found itself vacant upon the promotion of the former centurion to praetor. Perhaps she might've even been destined to follow in her footsteps, had the role not been taken by another member of the first.

Yet still, all old soldiers must meet one end or another, be it death or retirement. One by one, the years began to pass, melding into each other as each one came to an end. By her fifteenth year, it had caught up to Shiori, having since grown weary of fighting. Shiori had wanted to return to a more peaceful life, one away from the chaos of the battlefield. She had long since gotten her taste of war and its horrors, and no longer wanted part of it.

And so, when her fifteenth year came to an end, Shiori chose to retire. It was time to put the ocean's fury behind her, and allow for calmer waters. No more bloodshed, only the calming tranquil of an aquarium, like it should've been all those years ago.

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"I heard, I heard, across a moonlit sea,
The old voice warning me,
"Beware, beware the Daughter of the Sea",
"Beware, beware..."
...of me."
^{— Daughter of the Sea - Neal Acree}

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_{Godly Parent:}

Kymopoleia

_{Relationship to Godly Parent:}

Shiori has a complicated relationship with Kymopoleia. She now knows the goddess was her true mother all along, and often seeks out guidance from her godly mother. Still, however, she still remembers the woman who had played the role of her mother for years, and doesn't wish to see her memory pass.

_{Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:}

• Hydrokinesis: Shiori has control over water, and can manipulate as she so desires. Being a daughter of Kymopoleia, however, her ability comes off more violent than most. Fury and wrath are melded into the storm, with waves to drown one in.

• Atmokinesis: Coming with the territory of Hydrokinesis, Shiori can call upon the storm. Typhoon and hurricane can and will rain upon her foes, turning the battlefield into a terrible place to be.

• Superhuman Strength & Durability: Like mother, like daughter. Her mother decapitated a giant with a simple toss of a shield, and could take a beating without flinching. It can be presumed that her mother's power lies within Shiori, albeit not at the level of Kymopoleia's.

• Water Immunity: Water does not affect Shiori like others. She can survive temperatures and pressures that others could not, in addition to not being able to drown in water.

_Cohort:

1st Cohort

_{Position in the Legion:}

Centurion (Former)

_{Fatal Flaw:}

Loyalty

_Weapons:

Anything and everything. Shiori has a repertoire of being skilled with many weapons, especially the legion standard gladius or spatha swords, over her long military career. If no weapons are available, then fuck, she'll brawl with tooth and nail. She'll tussle you into a chokehold if need be. That being said, Shiori is fond of the fuscina, or otherwise known as the sea trident. It comes with the territory of being the daughter of a sea goddess and the granddaughter of Neptune himself.

_{Misc Information:}

• Shiori has a strong knowledge of sea life and aquarium keeping. It's one of her hobbies, and comes with the territory of being a demigod imbued with the powers of the sea.
• In combination with the above statement, she has built a local aquarium, and plans to find larger animals (or even monsters, such as a cetus or hippocampus) to go along with the exhibits. No, you don't get in free just by being a friend of hers. Food isn't cheap.
• That being said, if you're looking for a job, Shiori is always hiring.
• She enjoys nature documentaries and shows, mostly sea life related, but anything works.
• English and Japanese are her mother languages, though she knows Latin as a secondary (being a demigod and all).
• Very task oriented. She likes to run on a schedule, and often wakes early to get things done in the morning.
• Believes pineapple belongs on pizza. It's a topping, get over it.
• Still is fairly active. Plenty of exercise, including strength regimens, which are a holdover from her years of service.
• Not much of a video game player. Her game of choice is more often than a mobile game, or perhaps a chill-relaxing game (Zoo Tycoon, Animal Crossing, etc) if asked.
• See Rauni's sheet for the three answers to the questions.

Trials of New Rome - TEMPORARY HIATUS

Misc facts will always be the bane of me. I'll add more to the sheet (and Rauni's) as I think of them, but I just wanted to get this up last minute before the deadline.

Shiori-o Cookie

_{Miu Suzuki | #B1E4FC}

"The heart of man is very much like the sea. It has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls, too."

—— Vincent van Gogh

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_Name:

Shiori Mizutani

_Age:

27

_Gender:

Female

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Bisexual

_Ethnicity:

Japanese

_{Years at Camp Jupiter // New Rome:}

15+1 (15 CJ, 1 NR)

_{Place of Birth:}

San Francisco, California

_{Key Relationships:}

TBD

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"Close your eyes and rise as oceans
Breathin' floatin' across the waves
Underneath you all sorts of emotions
As this blue horizon calls
And no God or man can control where you roam
As current serves my motor
I'm pushin' on"
^{— As Oceans - Wolfgang}

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_Appearance

• Height: 5'1''.
• Hair: Auburn brown, typically kept short and sometimes braided or tied in a ponytail
• Eyes: Dark brown, similar in color to her hair
• Body Type: Extremely fit with muscular strength betrayed by her appearance; could probably out bench press most of the guys
• Clothing Style: Tends to wear "professionally casual"; t-shirts, sneakers or even overalls are as common as "old money"-esque sweaters and skirts. It just depends on the day or the occasion
• Body Markings: SPQR tattoo with 15 lines of service and a jellyfish symbol

_Personality:

Beware the calm before the storm.

Shiori is the testament of an old soldier despite her age. She is weary from years of battle, and the cracks show as she tries to adapt to a life she once dreamed of as a child. Her tone is solemn, yet commanding with presence and authority. She stands tall, but the old wounds still remain. Home is both where the legion is and New Rome. Moving on is necessary for Shiori, but were the legion ever to need her service again, the daughter of the sea would gladly stand ready at their darkest hour.

For now, however, peaceful shallows are abound. No more bloodshed. Just her, the fish, and a nice cup of tea.

_History:

Born into a second generation Japanese-American family, Shiori grew up in the city of San Francisco. Her parents had been biologists, studying the local ocean and sea life as part of the Aquarium of the Bay's ongoing research activities. Shiori was enthralled with her parents' work at a young age—when she wasn't surrounded by textbooks and nature documentaries, she was helping her parents out at sea. It was as if she had a connection the sea itself, driven by a quest of knowledge and imagination.

As Shiori neared her teenage years, the most important day in her life came to be. A freak storm had sprawled across the bay while she was out at sea with her parents. Together, they made a desperate attempt to return to port, but their struggle was in vain as the vessel sunk beneath the tidal waves. Her parents did what they could to keep Shiori safe, yet even then their strength faded through the coming night. Shiori, too, stayed as long as she could, before her strength inevitably failed her, and proceed to sink beneath the waves to an untimely, wet and cold death.

Or so it would've been, had Shiori not been the child of Kymopoleia. She had found herself alive, undrowning, at the feet of a towering giant. The goddess had returned to claim what had been hers; her child, whose true heritage had shown through the wake of the very violent storm she had accidentally created.

Of course, Shiori couldn't believe what she had been hearing. It felt like a nightmare; the mysterious creature in her closet blaming her for the death of her parents. Yet everything also felt so real as much as it felt fake. The bright jellyfish tendril hair. The flowing green dress cinched with a belt of abalone shells. She didn't want to believe it, but the reality of the situation began to set in.

The monster was real, very much real, and she herself had been the one killed her parents.

Faced with this newfound realization, Shiori responded like any youth would: tears and volatile outbursts, intensified with the strength of a raging violent tsunami. Kymopoleia, recognizing her own internal struggles within her child, directed Shiori to the Wolf House, hoping that Lupa could set her on the right path. To be blessed with the ocean's wrath was an inordinate life to live, and she would not abandon her child like her father had done so to her.

Shiori's time with Lupa was short. Her anger was internalized and focused on the wolf's training. She wanted to get her powers under control; that she was something more than a kin slayer. Some might say it worked; others might disagree. Still, her willpower, but also the brute strength and skill she harnessed, impressed the old wolf and those of the Legion, earning Shiori a prime spot within the ranks of the 1st—a rarity for the child of a minor god.

From there on, Shiori lived the life of a soldier. She spent her ten years with the 1st Cohort, putting herself at the forefront countless times. Though it hadn't been long since her family had died, she had found a new one in Kymopoleia and the 1st. Her hatred towards herself passed over the years, having been replaced with a new calling, one dedicated to her fellow legionnaires of the Twelfth Legion. She'd fight for them. Bleed for them. Even die for them.

And so, when her ten years came up, Shiori chose to stay in the legion. The soldier's way was how she chose to live, and it, for all intents and purposes, was home. She was bound to protect the legion; to defend it, so that no one had to suffer like she had. Such dedication to the legion eventually found herself pushed into the upper echelons for a time, later taking on the role of one of the first's centurions when the role had found itself vacant upon the promotion of the former centurion to praetor. Perhaps she might've even been destined to follow in her footsteps, had the role not been taken by another member of the first.

Yet still, all old soldiers must meet one end or another, be it death or retirement. One by one, the years began to pass, melding into each other as each one came to an end. By her fifteenth year, it had caught up to Shiori, having since grown weary of fighting. Shiori had wanted to return to a more peaceful life, one away from the chaos of the battlefield. She had long since gotten her taste of war and its horrors, and no longer wanted part of it.

And so, when her fifteenth year came to an end, Shiori chose to retire. It was time to put the ocean's fury behind her, and allow for calmer waters. No more bloodshed, only the calming tranquil of an aquarium, like it should've been all those years ago.

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"I heard, I heard, across a moonlit sea,
The old voice warning me,
"Beware, beware the Daughter of the Sea",
"Beware, beware..."
...of me."
^{— Daughter of the Sea - Neal Acree}

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_{Godly Parent:}

Kymopoleia

_{Relationship to Godly Parent:}

Shiori has a complicated relationship with Kymopoleia. She now knows the goddess was her true mother all along, and often seeks out guidance from her godly mother. Still, however, she still remembers the woman who had played the role of her mother for years, and doesn't wish to see her memory pass.

_{Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:}

• Hydrokinesis: Shiori has control over water, and can manipulate as she so desires. Being a daughter of Kymopoleia, however, her ability comes off more violent than most. Fury and wrath are melded into the storm, with waves to drown one in.

• Atmokinesis: Coming with the territory of Hydrokinesis, Shiori can call upon the storm. Typhoon and hurricane can and will rain upon her foes, turning the battlefield into a terrible place to be.

• Superhuman Strength & Durability: Like mother, like daughter. Her mother decapitated a giant with a simple toss of a shield, and could take a beating without flinching. It can be presumed that her mother's power lies within Shiori, albeit not at the level of Kymopoleia's.

• Water Immunity: Water does not affect Shiori like others. She can survive temperatures and pressures that others could not, in addition to not being able to drown in water.

_Cohort:

1st Cohort

_{Position in the Legion:}

Centurion (Former)

_{Fatal Flaw:}

Loyalty

_Weapons:

Anything and everything. Shiori has a repertoire of being skilled with many weapons, especially the legion standard gladius or spatha swords, over her long military career. If no weapons are available, then fuck, she'll brawl with tooth and nail. She'll tussle you into a chokehold if need be. That being said, Shiori is fond of the fuscina, or otherwise known as the sea trident. It comes with the territory of being the daughter of a sea goddess and the granddaughter of Neptune himself.

_{Misc Information:}

• Shiori has a strong knowledge of sea life and aquarium keeping. It's one of her hobbies, and comes with the territory of being a demigod imbued with the powers of the sea.
• In combination with the above statement, she has built a local aquarium, and plans to find larger animals (or even monsters, such as a cetus or hippocampus) to go along with the exhibits. No, you don't get in free just by being a friend of hers. Food isn't cheap.
• That being said, if you're looking for a job, Shiori is always hiring.
• She enjoys nature documentaries and shows, mostly sea life related, but anything works.
• English and Japanese are her mother languages, though she knows Latin as a secondary (being a demigod and all).
• Very task oriented. She likes to run on a schedule, and often wakes early to get things done in the morning.
• Believes pineapple belongs on pizza. It's a topping, get over it.
• Still is fairly active. Plenty of exercise, including strength regimens, which are a holdover from her years of service.
• Not much of a video game player. Her game of choice is more often than a mobile game, or perhaps a chill-relaxing game (Zoo Tycoon, Animal Crossing, etc) if asked.
• See Rauni's sheet for the three answers to the questions.