How...colorful can we be with our language? I mean, some of us being ashland raised wouldnt have much trouble with fowl language, so i wanna know your preference
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Thats fine! I was just curious
Is there much wildlife in the ashlands? Im asuming so, but what kind would we see?
so when do we plan on startin
Full Name: Midas Worth
Nicknames/Aliases: Walking Crater
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Gift: E.C.A.R. Energy Consumption And Redirection
Loyalty: Ashlander, for now
Description:
Midas stands at 5'9", with a head of grey hair, and bright amithyst eyes. They tend to glow when his abilities are active. Scars litter his toned form, showing a life in the ashlands.
Personality: Midas is often seen as a wihdrawn individual with little interest in others. He can usually be found alone, simply watching others. He hasnt been seen as a very open person, and rarely gives out more than his name. However, some have noticed he doesnt care to see anyone being treated unfairly, is often the first to help someone up, even if it is wordlessly, and seems all to willing to start a fight with someone he feels thinks abit to highly of themself.
Skills:physical skills are as follows- physically fit, hand to hand combat, adabtable, quick thinking, able to maintain composure, durable
Gift breakdown-
E.C.A.R. is the ability to absorb energy, be it heat, impact, electricity, or others, and converted into a volatile violet energy. He can use this energy in several ways, from regeneration, to physical improvements, to ranged blasts.
There seems to be no limit to how much energy Midas can absorb.
Weaknesses:
Cold- heat is Midas first choice when absorbing energy. If you take that away, he must find another source, and others arent so readily available
Midas can absorb the energy from attacks,but his body still takes the damage. He can use energy to heal,but this reduces the amount he can use to fight.
While midas has no limit to the energy he can absorb at one time, he can not store energy for long. He can not charge up. He must gain energy either imidiatly prior to using it, or during use.
Brief History:
"Yeah, no. Dont know you that well, sorry"
Other:
Midas enjoys both the bottle and the smoke abit to much.
Midas likes to look at the stars.
Nicknames/Aliases: Walking Crater
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Gift: E.C.A.R. Energy Consumption And Redirection
Loyalty: Ashlander, for now
Description:
Midas stands at 5'9", with a head of grey hair, and bright amithyst eyes. They tend to glow when his abilities are active. Scars litter his toned form, showing a life in the ashlands.
Personality: Midas is often seen as a wihdrawn individual with little interest in others. He can usually be found alone, simply watching others. He hasnt been seen as a very open person, and rarely gives out more than his name. However, some have noticed he doesnt care to see anyone being treated unfairly, is often the first to help someone up, even if it is wordlessly, and seems all to willing to start a fight with someone he feels thinks abit to highly of themself.
Skills:physical skills are as follows- physically fit, hand to hand combat, adabtable, quick thinking, able to maintain composure, durable
Gift breakdown-
E.C.A.R. is the ability to absorb energy, be it heat, impact, electricity, or others, and converted into a volatile violet energy. He can use this energy in several ways, from regeneration, to physical improvements, to ranged blasts.
There seems to be no limit to how much energy Midas can absorb.
Weaknesses:
Cold- heat is Midas first choice when absorbing energy. If you take that away, he must find another source, and others arent so readily available
Midas can absorb the energy from attacks,but his body still takes the damage. He can use energy to heal,but this reduces the amount he can use to fight.
While midas has no limit to the energy he can absorb at one time, he can not store energy for long. He can not charge up. He must gain energy either imidiatly prior to using it, or during use.
Brief History:
"Yeah, no. Dont know you that well, sorry"
Other:
Midas enjoys both the bottle and the smoke abit to much.
Midas likes to look at the stars.
I am interested! I just have one question. You say no fantasy, but then go on to say humans have been practically wiped out? Im sorry, im just abit lost on whats...left then?
Name:
Mathias Whiteseas
Age:
20 (is merely of sophmore education)
Appearance (pictures accepted):
Power:
Spiritual Symbiosis
Mathias harbors a great soul within himself, supposedly the soul of the mythical leviathan, and while the soul is concious in its own exsistance, Mathias is able to tap into its power, and wield it as his own, with some difficulties...
Tendril generation-
Mathias is marked with a body wide tattoo of a tentacled beast, its tendrils coiling around his body and limbs. Mathias can cause these tendrils to peel from his skin, and use them as extra limbs, to defend, or for ranged combat.
Sea life comunication
Being the harbor of what can only be considered as the king of the ocean, Mathais has the ability to comunicate with sealife
Soul projection
In times of great stress, the soul of the beast will take over. In this instance, a portion of its true form will materialize around mathias, taking on a monsterous appearance, and the destructive capabilities that would follow.
Background:
Mathias grew up in a rather unorthidox fashion...on a boat. Born to a family were fishing was life. His family was very disconnected, only coming to shore for the trade of fish and supplies. This form of life lead to mathias being neglected the pleasures of schooling, and only at the age of ten did he actually begin his schooling.
Due to a mysterious event that caused his family, and their boat, to vanish completly, mathias washed ashore of his home town, was quickly reported, and life went from their. To the orphanage, he began schooling for the first time in his life, and slowly began to work his way through the vlasses as he tried to keep up. But, as it was discovered, being ten years old, illiterate, and half blind, even the earlier classes were difficult. He was eventually put in the kindergarden classes, and slowly worked his way up.
At 20 now, hes still 2 years from graduating, and still struggles daily. Sure,he managed to burn through a majority of the earlier classes, but it seemed everything was against him. Reading was excruciatingly difficult, and even now he barely manages at a 5th grade level, this along with his lack of gramatical skills and slurred speech make comunication a constant issue. His abilities are scatteted among the grades as he constantly struggles to keep things in order,but he's almost done...
Mathias Whiteseas
Age:
20 (is merely of sophmore education)
Appearance (pictures accepted):
Power:
Spiritual Symbiosis
Mathias harbors a great soul within himself, supposedly the soul of the mythical leviathan, and while the soul is concious in its own exsistance, Mathias is able to tap into its power, and wield it as his own, with some difficulties...
Tendril generation-
Mathias is marked with a body wide tattoo of a tentacled beast, its tendrils coiling around his body and limbs. Mathias can cause these tendrils to peel from his skin, and use them as extra limbs, to defend, or for ranged combat.
Sea life comunication
Being the harbor of what can only be considered as the king of the ocean, Mathais has the ability to comunicate with sealife
Soul projection
In times of great stress, the soul of the beast will take over. In this instance, a portion of its true form will materialize around mathias, taking on a monsterous appearance, and the destructive capabilities that would follow.
Background:
Mathias grew up in a rather unorthidox fashion...on a boat. Born to a family were fishing was life. His family was very disconnected, only coming to shore for the trade of fish and supplies. This form of life lead to mathias being neglected the pleasures of schooling, and only at the age of ten did he actually begin his schooling.
Due to a mysterious event that caused his family, and their boat, to vanish completly, mathias washed ashore of his home town, was quickly reported, and life went from their. To the orphanage, he began schooling for the first time in his life, and slowly began to work his way through the vlasses as he tried to keep up. But, as it was discovered, being ten years old, illiterate, and half blind, even the earlier classes were difficult. He was eventually put in the kindergarden classes, and slowly worked his way up.
At 20 now, hes still 2 years from graduating, and still struggles daily. Sure,he managed to burn through a majority of the earlier classes, but it seemed everything was against him. Reading was excruciatingly difficult, and even now he barely manages at a 5th grade level, this along with his lack of gramatical skills and slurred speech make comunication a constant issue. His abilities are scatteted among the grades as he constantly struggles to keep things in order,but he's almost done...
Putting out a cigerette, Mathias gave a groan from his rooftop perch. Heel of his hand rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he pulled his phone.
"Wha' 'ime is i'?" Reading the screen, the young man groaned aloud. He was late...what he gets for going for a smoke straight out of bed. Ah well...he needed to sleep in anyway.
Climbing down at a slow pace, the oldest student in safe haven groaned,hitting the pavement with a thud. He stretched, his muscles straining as he rolled his joints. He gave a tug to his shirt, trying to get the smell of smoke to atleast lessen. Teachers are gonna be on him again for smoking, but fuck 'em. He'll be takin' a hand before they take his smokes.
Checking his phone again, he sighed. Why does time seem to slow down on such boring days. He slept in and it still felt like it was going slow... ah well. Try and make it to class atleast...
Mathias hurried along, running a hand through his messy hair and adjusting his coat. "Gon' be a long one, to'ay..." he grumbled, slipping inside the building
"Wha' 'ime is i'?" Reading the screen, the young man groaned aloud. He was late...what he gets for going for a smoke straight out of bed. Ah well...he needed to sleep in anyway.
Climbing down at a slow pace, the oldest student in safe haven groaned,hitting the pavement with a thud. He stretched, his muscles straining as he rolled his joints. He gave a tug to his shirt, trying to get the smell of smoke to atleast lessen. Teachers are gonna be on him again for smoking, but fuck 'em. He'll be takin' a hand before they take his smokes.
Checking his phone again, he sighed. Why does time seem to slow down on such boring days. He slept in and it still felt like it was going slow... ah well. Try and make it to class atleast...
Mathias hurried along, running a hand through his messy hair and adjusting his coat. "Gon' be a long one, to'ay..." he grumbled, slipping inside the building
He struggles in school, has a speech impediment, and can comunicate better with fish than people. Its up to you :)
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