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Current I've been on this stupid site for an entire decade now and it's been fantastic, thank you all so much
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3 yrs ago
Nine years seems a lot longer than it feels.
4 yrs ago
Ninety-nine bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles on the wall
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9 yrs ago
They will look for him from the white tower...but he will not return, from mountains or from sea...
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@Apoalo Can you send me the characters? I have this thing about reading CSes.
@DeadDrop Hell, I'm looking forward to it. Should be a fun RP.
@Aeonumbra Demigod thinger, right?
In The Breeds 9 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
A P P E A R A N C E



His back is adorned with a pair of iridescent insectoid wings, and a large pair of incredibly sharp and strong retractable mandibles are contained within his mouth, causing his cheeks to bulge slightly.

N A M E

Gavin MacAllistair III

A G E

18

B I O

To sum it up right quick, Gavin lived a pretty damn typical life. He was born and raised on 13 Skirving Street in Glasgow, Scotland, to a pair of Scottish parents. He speaks with a distinctly Scottish accent. His family moved to a moderately affluent neighborhood in America, and he had a relatively normal adolescence. After graduation from high school, he ended up pretty strapped for cash. After hearing about some sort of medical program that offered a pretty chunky sum of cash, he shrugged and said "Why not?"

And that's how that went. He woke up with bulging, uncomfortable mandibles in his mouth, and clicking, iridescent wings on his back. So that threw a wrench into his college experience.

Only after he staggered away from his hospital bed, muscles atrophied by months of inactivity, did he discover that his parents had died a few days before his augmentation began. As yet, he does not know how. He's now a horrified, traumatized mess, trying to deal with both the unexpected fusion of his DNA and the unexpected death of both his parents.

A N I M A L

Dragonfly



First Name: Jacqueline


Surname: Brake


Nickname: Jackie, Sunny


Gender: Female


Age: 21


Species: Jackie is the daughter of Sól, the ancient Norse personification and goddess of the sun.


Personality: Jacqueline is a sly, mischievous girl who always has a smile on her face and an easy laugh and joke available. She's never been the type to stay down, and is quite adept at bouncing back from injury, whether it be physical, mental, or emotional. Her bubbly enthusiasm is infectious. She's not stupid—actually, she's rather intelligent—but she's often perceived as such because of her bouncy personality. Underneath that happy-go-lucky exterior, though, there's a bit of a tragic figure. She grew up without her mother. She has vague memories of her from when she was very little, and she remembers a radiant, golden-blonde figure, practically glowing, looking at her with intense pride in her orange-crimson eyes. Past that, there's almost nothing but a feeling of absence. She feels cheated. Despite knowing that her mother has the whole "keep-the-sun-moving" responsibility, she's constantly frustrated, and if prodded sufficiently, is prone to outbursts of anger.


Hobbies: Jackie likes hiking, especially when doing so involves mountaineering. She likes flying in planes too. Anything that gets her closer to the sun. She's also taken up amateur blacksmithing, occasionally frequenting the forge usually kept on hand for children of Hephaestus or Vulcan.


Abilities: As the daughter of Sól, Jackie has the ability to manipulate solar fire. First, it's worth mentioning that her abilities are significantly more powerful when she's outside, especially if the weather is clear and it's daytime. Her most common usage of her control over the sun's heat is simply utilitarian. As someone who's never been much of a fighter, she usually uses it simply to light fires, or to light up the area around her. In fact, her dorm is lit with a constant toroid of solar light that hovers in the small fireplace. On the occasion she does have to use her abilities more offensively, she'd probably do it in one of two different ways, depending on the circumstances. If she were inside, she would simply conjure fire around her hands and/or feet, resorting to hand-to-hand combat. Outside, however, and especially during the day, she's able to call down narrow beams of concentrated solar heat and light, scorching the earth in a circle that caps out at about two feet in diameter. The larger it is, the more readily she becomes exhausted, and she's unable to do this more than a few times in a row if she uses larger beams. She'd seldom have to; they are almost unimaginably hot, far more so than an ordinary fire.


Extra: It's worth mentioning that she's unable to have a roommate, unless there are certain extenuating circumstances. See, she's unable to sleep—or function well at all, actually—in the dark, and so her room is consistently bright, no matter what. Even if the power goes out, it's still light with sunfire. She becomes very fatigued if it remains overcast for more than forty-eight hours in a row. She's kinda like a solar battery; her energy level is dependent on exposure to sunlight, so most of the time, she's outside and active unless it's raining. Then she's inside, sunning herself (pun intended) in front of her lighting installation. Finally, she prides herself on her eyes; they look just like her mother Sól's.

@Hopeless Swan Sweet.

@Apoalo Am I missing something? All I see is snip.
@NuttsnBolts Dude, I want to see these characters. I feel like I'm missing something.



Just tell me if you want me to add or change anything! Oh, and btw, you forgot age.
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