MsMorningstar

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

12:04 PM
Natural Sister Hair Salon, New York City

In Collaboration With: @Blackstripe

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Clio offered up a grateful grin, not wanting to make Karen think she was unhappy with her effort. ”Thank you so much! This is gonna be awesome!” She was genuinely cheerful, which surprised even her. Taking her bag, she lead Karen outside the mall and hailed a cab for the three of them.

The ride over to Natural Sister Hair Salon was lengthy, but Clio made sure to chat with Karen about all the different styles she could choose from, and even other topics such as favorite foods and colors. Basic icebreakers that they’d have to know if they wanted to be friends.

Upon arriving at the salon, Clio paid the fare and stepped out. As soon as they entered, they were hit with the pleasant scent of hair care products and the sound of hair scissors snipping. It was a small location, with plain beige walls and black chairs. A woman was currently getting her hair braided, and she laughed with her stylist over a conversation.

A middle-aged African woman walked over to the register, ready to take care of them. Her eyes were crinkled, a smile on her lips. ”What do you three need?” She asked, typing something on a computer. Her fingers flew, a blur to the human eye but just slow enough so that the computer could keep up. Clio smiled, she was a speedster.

”I need box braids, not sure if Jones wants anything, and my lovely friend here needs…”

”Fuck no, took five years to grow this thang out.”

She leaned over to Karen, whispering, ”Weave or wig?”

Karen had listened quite attentively as Clio regaled her with the various different styles of hair-braiding that were available on the ride here. She had never braided her hair before in her life, unless pigtails counted. ”Um...weave, I guess? Maybe make it curly? I’ve always wondered what my hair would look like curly.”

She would be genuinely surprised if she could manage to rock that look, given how naturally straight her hair was.

The woman at the register, Wanda, if they cared to look at her nametag, lead them up a slight incline and over into the salon portion of the establishment. Waving Clio over, she took her to the washing station. Giving Karen a final thumbs-up, Clio followed.

While Clio was getting her tangles taken out and her hair freshly washed, a pleasantly plump woman seemingly in her late forties took Karen over to a chair. “I’m Eilene, nice to meet you. You’re Karen, right? My daughter’s a huge fan.” Not waiting for Karen to speak, she added, “You said you wanted a weave? Shouldn’t be too hard on your hair.” She lifted up a few of Karen’s strands, before taking out a comb and a spray bottle. Working quickly, she ran the comb through a few times, sectioning off some hair and beginning to cornrow Karen’s hair tight to her scalp.

On opposite ends of the salon, it was hard for the girls to communicate. So, Clio stayed silent and allowed herself to fall asleep as her silver braids were put in. Meanwhile, Eilene chatted up Karen and put in her loose, curly weave. All together, the styles took an hour to accomplish.

Clio was shaken awake, and was able to admire herself in the mirror. It was a big change of pace, but she felt it necessary. This was her way of standing her ground against her inner demon. Standing up, her head tilted backwards at the extra weight. Adjusting quickly, she walked over to Karen, eyes lighting up almost instantly upon seeing the star.

”You look amazing!”

Karen stared at herself in awe, reaching up to gently touch her now very curly hair. It actually looked natural on her! She hadn’t been sure if she could pull it off, but it had worked! Turning her head, she appraised herself in the mirror for a good solid minute before finally saying, ”I do!”

”Cleesh.” Jones off-handedly added.

This was even worth having to hear about her hairdresser’s daughter for an hour straight! Maybe she could even convince Sterling Records to let her keep the look for a while, since it wasn’t too radical of a change!

”Clio, thank you! Getting my hair styled is usually all business on my side,” she said, that beaming smile having resurfaced in full. ”And you look absolutely gorgeous too! Between this and your new threads, it’d be hard to recognize you!”

”Damn right, I just might have to start sliding to DM’s.”

Good, was all she could think, though she was slightly embarrassed by what Jones had to say. She wanted to be brand new. She wanted to be the best Clio she could possibly be. This was the first of many waves. Perhaps if she put some effort into her appearance, and cleansing her personal space, she'd be able to cleanse her mind as well. Even if she couldn't beat Makaya, she could always solidify her place in second. Always be in the back of her mind, the way she was. That didn't make much sense...it was her mind in the first place, she was herself. And Makaya was her, not the other way-

No. She wasn't going to think of it while she was out with Karen. This was supposed to be fun.

"You deserve to have fun sometimes, you've worked hard for it." With that thought in mind, Clio guided Karen out of the salon. She wasn't quite sure what else there was to do. Maybe it was best to end things on a high note?

"Thank you for hanging out with me. You've really helped. If you ever need anything, just give me a call."

Karen nodded, immediately stepping forward to give Clio a warm hug. ”Thanks for hanging with me. It’s been quite a while since I was able to just go out and have fun like this!”

Stepping back, she glanced to Jones. ”Come on. Since you were so well behaved today, you can help me judge some of the new dance moves I’ve been working on back at the hotel.”

Jones whistled. ”Say less, I was a judge on America’s Got Talent you know, back in the day?”

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

January 3rd, 10:13 AM
Clio’s Apartment

In Collaboration With: @Blackstripe

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Having woken up and fallen out of bed ten minutes before, Clio was ready to tackle the day. She shuffled towards her dresser, pulling open a drawer and thumbing through her folded clothes. Sweats, a pair of baggy jeans from high school, more sweats. A great selection, truly. Pulling out a pair of faded black sweats, she tugged them on and threw on a grey shirt that reached down to her thighs. Begrudgingly, she tucked the shirt inside her sweats until it was a more appropriate length. Slipping on her worn out sneakers, she slumped back onto the bed and cradled her head in her hands, a long sigh escaping through her nose. In an instant, she was taken back to Karen's dressing room, where Jones was dissing her shoes. Rightfully so, in her opinion. She was a wreck, plain and simple.

Maybe today was the day to change that?

Reaching towards her bedside table for her phone, she flipped it around to the back and ran a thumb over the case. It was covered in Karen song titles, all in different graffiti-esque fonts and colors. It had been gifted to her by her mother, last year on her birthday. She'd definitely have to change the case soon if she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of the singer. Pushing back that thought, she forced herself to consider calling the young artist. Was it worth bugging her? Probably not. Did she want to go clothes shopping alone? Definitely not. She was useless in that department, having given up on fashion the day she started dressing herself.

Turning the phone over, she tapped in the first few digits of Karen's number, before the rest popped up on its own. She listened to the dial tone for a few moments before there was activity on the other end.

”Hello?”

"Karen...it's Clio." She forced some pep into her voice. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out...er, clothes shopping?"

”Clothes shopping? Oh, right, I did offer to help with that, huh? Sure!” said Karen, sounding surprisingly enthusiastic about the prospect of helping her play dress up again. ”How would you like to meet up?”

Clio considered her budget for the day. She hadn’t spent a large amount of money on clothing in...well, she really never had before. Therefore, she didn’t mind shelling out a hefty amount. Columbus Circle was a good a place as any.

”Mind meeting me at...Michael Kors, at Columbus Circle at eleven?” She knew Michael Kors was a shop at Columbus Circle, and though she wasn’t sure it sold what she was looking for, she knew it was relatively high-end.

”Great choice! I’ll see you there!” said Karen, before the line clicked.

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@KiwiTime

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🦋 Interactions: Nello/Nocturne
🦋 Mentions: @Shard
🦋 Location: Nox Tenebrae | Counselor's Office | Hallway

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Perfectly manicured nails punctured the supple, rubbery outer layer of foam that guarded the spongy interior of the Earth stress ball. Four almond-shaped claws buried into the yielding core, as pigmented knuckles turned bloodless. Slowly, each digit retracted from within the ball. Pearlescent polish was chipped, scraped away by the exertion. She took in the damage, her body heating. A flare of her wings, as they went from a bright pink to blood red. Arieen growled, lifting the ball and taking aim at the nearest picture frame. Tension, aching to be released-

"Arieen, dear, calm down." Said Mr. B, his gentle, genuine voice attempting to suffocate the flame of hatred within her. The Cyclops was no fool, he was aware of how easily her emotions shifted, like a boat being rocked to and fro by stubborn waves. He gave her an unwavering, yet amazingly tender stare, certain he could bring her back down.

A disgruntled huff, a glare through a haze of red sent toward the head counselor's one eye, and the ball dropped harmlessly to the ground. Fingers flexed, deep, shaky breaths were taken. She smoothed the fabric of her light blue sundress, the pads of her fingers catching on the ridges of the lace in a way she found relaxing. She folded her legs, left over right, giving off the image of calm despite the roaring emotions within. She was skilled in the fine art of lying to herself. After all, it was rather easy to put on a facade, and soon the falsehood crept beneath the surface, staking a claim in reality. The color in her wings faded slightly, into something that was more reminiscent of candy apple red, than blood.

Mr. B opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say a word his co-counselor, Mr. C, was cutting in. "Arieen, this behavior is brash of you, don't you agree?"

Arieen glanced at the water buffalo, cocking her head at him in consideration. He was a wise lout, certainly, but a lout nonetheless. He knew nothing of what had brought her to his shared office and would continue to know nothing if he carried on in this fashion. "Mr. C, Mr. B, I'm afraid you don't understand, my emotions are perfectly valid considering the circumstances." Her tone was cold, strong, befitting of her future title. She mimicked her Owner almost perfectly...not that that was what she was trying to do. She didn't copy.

"What, exactly, are the circumstances? Another tiff with one of the other Fae?" Mr. B asked, eye searching Arieen's.

"It wasn't a tiff, Mr. B, the inbreds of Court Gilltree insulted Queen Alula, my court, and by extension, me!" Those insolent nature freaks just didn't understand the overwhelming power of the mind! They were too busy growing plants and dancing nude in the forest, like neanderthals! Just thinking about it was enough to cause her blood to boil, opening a palm, she attempted to summon up another stress ball that looked like the Earth. It appeared, a melted pile of goop and foam in her hand. She hissed, accepting the handkerchief Mr. B offered her and wiping away at the mess. "Do you see what it's doing to me? My summons, my illusions, my very way of life will be soiled until you do something!"

Mr. C decided to add his piece. "All we can recommend is a trip to one of the lounges. Allow your mind to relax. You're going to be a Princess, Arieen, you'll have to learn to take criticism eventually."

"Fine, I'll do just that!" Arieen said, lifting from the seat she was in and stepping gracefully toward the door. She turned, just as her hand rested on the shining copper handle. "That being said, I feel this criticism must be stated. You, are an animal that bathes in mud, Mr. C! There is no way you could possibly understand the delicacy of this situation." With that, she stormed out the room, delicately closing the door behind her.

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On her way to the spa, Arieen passed many people in the hallway. She ignored most of them, as they were less interesting creatures than she, and she had no time for the Fae-folk of other courts. She did, however, pause and wonder as a boy came into the hall alongside another creature -his twin, it appeared- bathed in shadow. She knew of almost all the people in the school, as she had been around since she was twelve. Of course, he hadn't bothered to stop and talk to a majority of them unless she was in the mood to create a pact and add another pawn to her playboard.

This being, though, and this boy, they piqued her interest. She cocked her head, quickening her steps until she caught up with him. Her wings, now a curious shade of yellow, flitted behind her.

"Hello, there. I'm Arieen, and I'm afraid I don't know the names of you two boys." She would have said 'Lady Arieen', but she didn't want to sound too uptight.

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Arieen

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Basic Information

Name

Future Princess Arieen of Court Mistwalker

Age

Nineteen Years Old (Mortal) | Three Years Past Maturity (Fae)

Gender

Female

Ethnicity

Celtic

Nationality

American

Species

Fae

Detailed Information

Appearance

Arieen stands at a solid six feet, an average height for a fae-folk of her status. To draw attention to herself, she has elected to dye her once dark brown, wavy hair. It is now an ombre, fading from a dark violet into a light blue. Her caramel-colored skin is free of nicks and scratches, appearing to be unnaturally supple and smooth. Beneath her glamor, Arieen's eyes glow a pale yellow. Arieen's main focus is her wings. They appear wispy and delicate and usually glow a serene blue, with a wingspan of about eight feet. When they are not in use, they can tuck against Arieen's back, almost completely flat. Despite being blue most of the time, they can, in fact, change colors depending on Arieen's mood.

Personality

Arieen is a very emotional person, despite her calm outward appearance. To keep her magic in check, she must maintain an image of serenity, inside and out. Of course, she is very easily swayed into one emotional state or the other. Usually, she's seen with a stress ball or some other type of gadget to help her relieve this tension. Another word that can be used to describe Arieen is mischievous, as Fae usually are. She almost always has a plan in mind, or a trick up her sleeve.

Notable Relationships

• Lucinda of Court Fairea: Birth Mother, deceased.
• Lady Kaleigh of Court Mistwalker: True Mother, alive.
• Lord Galleth of Court Mistwalker: True Father, alive.
• Queen Alula of Court Mistwalker: Owner by Oath, alive.

Everyday Skills

• Cooking
• Sewing
• Basic First Aid
• Good With Directions

Biography

Unable to get pregnant, Lady Kaleigh made a pact with Queen Alula to have a child, saying that on the day of the child's twentieth mortal year, she'd give the girl up to Her Royal Highness. So, Alula assigned a fae of Court Fairea to be the girl's birth mother. Lucinda, a commoner, died during childbirth, but her daughter Arieen came out pleasantly plump and healthy. Growing up, Arieen was tossed back and forth between her true mother and her technical owner. She was taught the ways of Royalty on both ends, but never truly experienced a childhood. On her twelth birthday, she took the tests required to join Nox Tenebrae, in an effort to please her Owner and come back to the court a stronger fighter. She got in the same year, and has been preparing for her return home since.

Combat

Fighting Style

Arieen fights from the back, preferring to assault her foes with long range attacks while the peasants die for her in close quarters. Usually, she is seen fighting with a longbow or some other sort of ranged weapon. She is adept in using slings, and throwing weapons such as daggers. As of joining Nox Academy, she typically fights with a compound bow. She also fights using magic and mind tricks, as is the way of her court. She will often use the illusion of fighting close quarters, when in reality she's attacking from afar.

Strengths

• Long-Range Combat.
• Mental Assaults
• Defensive Maneuvers

Weaknesses

• Close-Quarter Combat
• Offensive Maneuvers
• Any form of direct assault

Equipment

• Throwing Daggers
• Compound Bow

Powers & Abilities

Powers

• Illusion/Mental Magic: An umbrella term for the magic used by those in Court Mistwalker
  
  • Illusions: Arieen can target an enemy by breaking into their headspace and discovering their fears. She can then throw up illusions based around these fears, such as spiders crawling up one's body or a giant snake slithering toward them. The illusions are incredibly lifelike, and the person experiencing them will feel, smell, hear, and even taste whatever she throws at them. Occasionally, her illusions revolve around distraction. Rather than scaring her enemy, she'll create duplicates of herself or her weaponry to throw them off guard. If an illusion attacks an enemy, the enemy will feel and even see the attack doing damage, while in reality, they'll be completely unaffected.
  • Making Dreams a Reality: Arieen can create tangible objects based on someone's/her own imagination, so long as the object is inanimate. For example, she can create a balloon animal shaped like the Sphinx from thin air, if she depicts it in her mind. The process is more difficult than it seems, as she has to envision how it would affect the five senses (how it feels, smells, etc.). However, she can usually summon up an extra arrow mid-combat, as she knows how it'll feel and look.
• Ritual Magic: An umbrella term for the magic of Oaths.
  
  • Like most Fae, Arieen is versed in the magic of oaths and rituals. She is able to perform absolute, binding contracts with creatures of mundane or magical descent. Usually, she does so in exchange for more power or pawns to throw away when the time comes. The oaths are usually signed in blood on her end to bind her life magic to the contract, and the person she's contracting ordinarily gives up their True Name to seal the deal. Once she receives the True Name of the person she's in a contract with, she's able to control them to a certain extent in order to get what she needs out of them.
• Flight: Through use of magic, Arieen is able to fly.
• Immortality: After reaching the age of sixteen, Fae stop aging and remain that way until death. They can increase their weight and muscle mass, though doing so is extremely strenuous which is why most Fae attempt to alter their body before maturity. Some distinguished Fae will age themselves through usage of glamors, to appear more mature than their counterparts.

Weaknesses

• Iron: The most toxic metal to all Fae-Folk, iron will burn their flesh if it comes into contact with their skin. Arieen is no different. Of course, iron is also able to deliver a killing blow to any Fae.
• Wings: For most Fae, the wings are the source of their magic. Cut off the wings, cut off their magic abilities. The same goes for Arieen. Not only does it cut off their magic, but it is excruciatingly painful as the wings are full of nerves.
• Frail: Fae possess the same physical weaknesses as humans, and are usually frailer than mortals. Even fae that have trained their whole life in the art of combat are easily broken, so most rely on long-range combat.
• Emotional Weakness: Having been born to a daughter of the Court of Fairea (the court of emotions), Aireen has all the weaknesses but none of the benefits of empathetic magic. If she attempts to use her magic whenever she is angry or in a weak emotional state, it will backfire. Her illusions will appear twisted, which can be alright in some occasions but detrimental in others. She will also be unable to summon up objects without them coming out disgusting.
• Well-Rounded Magic Users: Due to her focus in the art of illusions, she can be easily outmaneuvered by a more well-rounded mage.

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Yesenia

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Basic Information

Name

Yesenia

Age

28 (Appearance) | 46 (Tree Age)

Gender

Gender Neutral- She/Her

Ethnicity

American

Nationality

American

Species

Dryad

Detailed Information

Appearance

Feminine Form: Yesenia's preferred form is more feminine. In this form, she stands at a standard height of five feet, four inches. She is made up of yielding bark, easily flexible with a wide range of motion. Her hands are slender branches rather than the average digits, but she has opposable thumbs which allow her to pick things up like a human. As seen in her picture, she is quite curvaceous, mimicking an attractive body type with an ample bosom. While her arms are relatively slender, much like a tree she has thicker legs to support herself.
Masculine Form: This form is meant mainly for battle. As such, it is made up like a suit of armor, with flexible joints but a tough shell everywhere else. In this form, she stands at a height of six feet. Her digits in this form are much more defined, but everything else is a rather blank canvas. It looks like she's wearing a mask, but that's just her face. Communication in this form is more difficult, as everything comes out sounding like a groan.

Personality

Yesenia is a rather simple person. She finds joy in the small things and almost always has a smile on her face. She's extremely difficult to shake or perturb. She loves making friends, especially ones who will outlast her. She seems to find an extreme amount of pleasure in watching people pass away naturally (of old age, rather than death in combat) around her, and is unable to understand why people may be uncomfortable or sad about this form of death. While she doesn't necessarily enjoy things such as combat, and will usually try the diplomatic route, she will do what's necessary to keep herself and her friends alive so they can pass away as they're supposed to.

Notable Relations

She knows little about her relatives.

Everyday Skills

• Gardening
• Wisdom
• Singing
• Great Listener

Biography

From the moment she poked her head through the surface of the soil, Yesenia has been alive. She's always been able to shift between her tree form and her dryad form, it just came as second nature. She's traveled the country, rooting into the soil of a new city and watching people pass by around her. For a while, she traveled with a group of other dryads. Upon visiting New York, she made friends with a dryad who talked about an academy for people like them, where they could be safe to grow until the end of their days. Leaving behind her old friends who insisted on traveling, Yesenia took the tests and managed to make her way into Nox by the skin of her teeth.

Combat

Fighting Style

In her feminine form, Yesenia acts mainly as support. She does her best to stay in the background, defending wounded comrades. She can get into the heat of things, but she usually uses an area of effect magic. In her masculine form, she's a brawler. Grappling and boxing are her strong suit. She'll fight with everything she has available to her, using her nature magic and other cheap tricks (including her attack creature, Buck) to her advantage. She doesn't show any mercy, because by this point she's already tried the diplomatic route.

Strengths

• Fighting Dirty
• Using Nature Magic
• Supporting/Area of Effect
• Fighting Alongside Buck

Weaknesses

• Joints
• Lacking Supernatural Strength
• Fighting Clean
• Feminine Form's Lack of Armor

Equipment

Plant Seeds

Powers & Abilities

Powers

Feminine Form

• Nature Magic: The umbrella term for Yesenia's ability.
  
  • Plant Manipulation: Yesenia has strong control over plants. She can manipulate them into growing at unnatural rates without the need for water or sunlight, as is seen when she uses packets of seeds for attacks. These plants will take on the shape she requests of them, including giant thorns and protective barriers. Her plants have an unnatural level of strength, being imbued with her magic. They can wrap around foes with ease, penetrate light-medium armor, and create barriers.
  • Plant Communication: Yesenia can communicate with all plants.
  • Plant Mimicry: Yesenia can turn into her tree whenever she wishes.

Masculine Form

• Knight of The Forest
  
  • Bark Armor: Yesenia is coated in a layer of thick bark in her masculine form.
  • Suicide Plant: Yesenia's palms and knuckles can sprout the needles of the suicide plant. These needles, upon making contact with flesh, cause extreme pain to the enemy.
  • Companion Control: Yesenia's companion, Buck, listens to her commands alone. He will willingly die for her in battle and is a skilled combatant with both his antlers and his poison ivy-laced bite.

Weaknesses

• Fire: Yesenia is weak to all forms of fire. She is incredibly weak to enchanted fires.
• Asthma: Due to the pollutants in the air, especially those in New York, in her humanoid forms Yesenia is an asthmatic.
• Needs of Plants: Like a normal plant, Yesenia must have frequent access to the sun and water. She must be watered heavily at least once a week, and she must have access to the sun daily.
• Chemicals: Pollutants and chemicals weaken Yesenia substantially.

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Arieen

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Basic Information

Name

Future Princess Arieen of Court Mistwalker

Age

Nineteen Years Old (Mortal) | Three Years Past Maturity (Fae)

Gender

Female

Ethnicity

Celtic

Nationality

American

Species

Fae

Detailed Information

Appearance

Arieen stands at a solid six feet, an average height for a fae-folk of her status. To draw attention to herself, she has elected to dye her once dark brown, wavy hair. It is now an ombre, fading from a dark violet into a light blue. Her caramel-colored skin is free of nicks and scratches, appearing to be unnaturally supple and smooth. Beneath her glamor, Arieen's eyes glow a pale yellow. Arieen's main focus is her wings. They appear wispy and delicate and usually glow a serene blue, with a wingspan of about eight feet. When they are not in use, they can tuck against Arieen's back, almost completely flat. Despite being blue most of the time, they can, in fact, change colors depending on Arieen's mood.

Personality

Arieen is a very emotional person, despite her calm outward appearance. To keep her magic in check, she must maintain an image of serenity, inside and out. Of course, she is very easily swayed into one emotional state or the other. Usually, she's seen with a stress ball or some other type of gadget to help her relieve this tension. Another word that can be used to describe Arieen is mischievous, as Fae usually are. She almost always has a plan in mind, or a trick up her sleeve.

Notable Relationships

• Lucinda of Court Fairea: Birth Mother, deceased.
• Lady Kaleigh of Court Mistwalker: True Mother, alive.
• Lord Galleth of Court Mistwalker: True Father, alive.
• Queen Alula of Court Mistwalker: Owner by Oath, alive.

Everyday Skills

• Cooking
• Sewing
• Basic First Aid
• Good With Directions

Biography

Unable to get pregnant, Lady Kaleigh made a pact with Queen Alula to have a child, saying that on the day of the child's twentieth mortal year, she'd give the girl up to Her Royal Highness. So, Alula assigned a fae of Court Fairea to be the girl's birth mother. Lucinda, a commoner, died during childbirth, but her daughter Arieen came out pleasantly plump and healthy. Growing up, Arieen was tossed back and forth between her true mother and her technical owner. She was taught the ways of Royalty on both ends, but never truly experienced a childhood. On her twelth birthday, she took the tests required to join Nox Tenebrae, in an effort to please her Owner and come back to the court a stronger fighter. She got in the same year, and has been preparing for her return home since.

Combat

Fighting Style

Arieen fights from the back, preferring to assault her foes with long range attacks while the peasants die for her in close quarters. Usually, she is seen fighting with a longbow or some other sort of ranged weapon. She is adept in using slings, and throwing weapons such as daggers. As of joining Nox Academy, she typically fights with a compound bow. She also fights using magic and mind tricks, as is the way of her court. She will often use the illusion of fighting close quarters, when in reality she's attacking from afar.

Strengths

• Long-Range Combat.
• Mental Assaults
• Defensive Maneuvers

Weaknesses

• Close-Quarter Combat
• Offensive Maneuvers
• Any form of direct assault

Equipment

• Throwing Daggers
• Compound Bow

Powers & Abilities

Powers

• Illusion/Mental Magic: An umbrella term for the magic used by those in Court Mistwalker
  
  • Illusions: Arieen can target an enemy by breaking into their headspace and discovering their fears. She can then throw up illusions based around these fears, such as spiders crawling up one's body or a giant snake slithering toward them. The illusions are incredibly lifelike, and the person experiencing them will feel, smell, hear, and even taste whatever she throws at them. Occasionally, her illusions revolve around distraction. Rather than scaring her enemy, she'll create duplicates of herself or her weaponry to throw them off guard. If an illusion attacks an enemy, the enemy will feel and even see the attack doing damage, while in reality, they'll be completely unaffected.
  • Making Dreams a Reality: Arieen can create tangible objects based on someone's/her own imagination, so long as the object is inanimate. For example, she can create a balloon animal shaped like the Sphinx from thin air, if she depicts it in her mind. The process is more difficult than it seems, as she has to envision how it would affect the five senses (how it feels, smells, etc.). However, she can usually summon up an extra arrow mid-combat, as she knows how it'll feel and look.
• Ritual Magic: An umbrella term for the magic of Oaths.
  
  • Like most Fae, Arieen is versed in the magic of oaths and rituals. She is able to perform absolute, binding contracts with creatures of mundane or magical descent. Usually, she does so in exchange for more power or pawns to throw away when the time comes. The oaths are usually signed in blood on her end to bind her life magic to the contract, and the person she's contracting ordinarily gives up their True Name to seal the deal. Once she receives the True Name of the person she's in a contract with, she's able to control them to a certain extent in order to get what she needs out of them.
• Flight: Through use of magic, Arieen is able to fly.
• Immortality: After reaching the age of sixteen, Fae stop aging and remain that way until death. They can increase their weight and muscle mass, though doing so is extremely strenuous which is why most Fae attempt to alter their body before maturity. Some distinguished Fae will age themselves through usage of glamors, to appear more mature than their counterparts.

Weaknesses

• Iron: The most toxic metal to all Fae-Folk, iron will burn their flesh if it comes into contact with their skin. Arieen is no different. Of course, iron is also able to deliver a killing blow to any Fae.
• Wings: For most Fae, the wings are the source of their magic. Cut off the wings, cut off their magic abilities. The same goes for Arieen. Not only does it cut off their magic, but it is excruciatingly painful as the wings are full of nerves.
• Frail: Fae possess the same physical weaknesses as humans, and are usually frailer than mortals. Even fae that have trained their whole life in the art of combat are easily broken, so most rely on long-range combat.
• Emotional Weakness: Having been born to a daughter of the Court of Fairea (the court of emotions), Aireen has all the weaknesses but none of the benefits of empathetic magic. If she attempts to use her magic whenever she is angry or in a weak emotional state, it will backfire. Her illusions will appear twisted, which can be alright in some occasions but detrimental in others. She will also be unable to summon up objects without them coming out disgusting.
• Well-Rounded Magic Users: Due to her focus in the art of illusions, she can be easily outmaneuvered by a more well-rounded mage.

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Felix & Ruth Collab

In Collaboration With: @Ryteb Pymeroce
Location: University Library

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Flirty, she appreciated it. It kept her from getting bored, at the very least. She just wondered why he wasn't making eye contact, looking at the book instead. As if he could read her mind, he apologized and eplained his situation. She felt a bit sympathetic, not that she'd let him know that. She didn't want him thinking she pitied him.

Glancing down, Ruth took in the way his free hand twitched on the table, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I can see that." She paused, trying to think of something else to say. A glance at the clock, and she realized her next class was in about twenty-five minutes. "So, what's your major?"

"I study history, mostly as a defence really." Felix said, his eyes misting over in thought, "My family has many enemies, many of whom declared blood feuds. I figured I'd turn it into a degree seeing as I spent so much time on it. Honestly after I get my PHD I plan to work in a dojo. Enough about boring old me, what brings you here?" As he flicked through the book, he pulled another sheet out his bag and started making notes. Yeah, his father hadn't bloody warned him until the faerie attack. Blasted idiot hadn't realised his grandfather was telling the truth as he had barely any fae blood in him.

Ruth blinked, unsure of how to respond to that. He had gotten so serious, so fast. Then, just like that, he had pulled a complete one-eighty. She really wasn't sure if she wanted to know more about these blood feuds of his. Maybe it was best that he had changed the subject. "I, uh, study English, like I said. I want to be an English teacher one day." English had been her second best subject in school, science being her first. Despite this, she favored the former topic.

Felix was about to reply when the library door was slammed open. A vision of pure anger framed in aura that promised death after intense torture. He barely managed to dodge a strike from a kendo sword. Oh, now he remembered her. Jenny... or was it Jill? He knew it began with a J... her sister was a great lay.

"Ah, Jessica," Felix guessed, adopting a defensive stance, "So nice to see you again."

Clearly this was the wrong thing to say as she screamed and charged at him. "MY NAME IS KATE, YOU ASSHOLE!!!"

For a moment, Ruth merely sat in shock as a woman with a strange looking sword began charging at her new friend. It appeared as though he had scorned this poor girl. And he didn't even have the common courtesy to call her by the correct name! She couldn't let him die, though. As entertaining as it would be to watch him fight unarmed against a woman with a sword.

Popping up from her chair, she stood directly in the path of the woman, crossing her arms over her face and focusing on strengthening the front of her body. She could feel the tightness in her forearms and chest, her skin thickening rapidly to defend against the presumed attack. "Kate, stop! Is this really what you want to go to prison for?"

The girl looked at Ruth in confusion, then to Felix. "This wouldn't kill him otherwise Lady Tit-" she was silenced by Felix punching her in the stomach. It only seemed wind her slightly

"Sorry, family buisiness. Talk to you later!" Felix grinned, leading the girl out the library. As soon as they were away from the library, the glamour surrounding Kate faded revealing her skin to be night blue, and her ears were like knives. The blade was revealed to be a bronze longsword of gaelic design. He knew he shouldn't have tried dating an Unseelie, but they were just so hot.

Ruth stared off after Felix and Kate, awkwardly uncrossing her arms and letting her powers fade. She waited a few seconds, then hurried off after him. Upon leaving the building, what she saw had her giggling. This was way more fun than making it to class on time! The woman was blue, with pointed ears that made her seem like an elf.

"Well, what do we have here?"

Felix was between a rock and a hard place. The winter elf would kill him if he didn't use his powers, but then he'd reveal himself as Fire Fist. He liked his privacy, though admittedly he did enjoy life more. The man stopped, and turned back to face Kim. His eyes glowed red with power, as coil like brands appeared on his arms. He punched forward, and an explosion of energy sent the fae flying back. Again he moved into a stance, but this was the more agressive stance of bakuken.

"Shall we dance, Maiden of Winter?"

Kate slid into an offensive stance, her sword at a slant in front of her body. She'd deal with the girl later, for now, she had to complete her task. Felix's fighting style was deadly, she knew that, but she'd been alive and training far longer than him. Rushing forward, she kept her sword close to her body until the last second as a defensive measure. Then, swinging up, she brought her sword down in a long arc towards his torso.

Ruth watched the fight, unflinching. She was more than slightly pissed that Fire Fist had fooled her. He could manage, surely. She'd step in if things got intense.

To some the sword strike might have been fast, impossible to dodge, but Felix had fought against swordsmen of similar levels since he was thirteen. He had the scars to prove it. He stepped in to her guard, using an elbow strike on her swordhand and chaining it into a palm strike to her jaw. The resounding crack on the impact implied he had broken one of her bones.

"Suppose I can't convince you to return to the Winter Court? I don't enjoy killing women."

Killing? What the hell? Ruth wasn't about to let this girl die, Kate had previously said she wasn't going to kill him. She understood roughing up the occasional criminal, but killing was taking it to an extreme. So, while the girl was still in shock over her broken jawbone and struggling to speak with blood pouring out of her mouth, Ruth rushed in from behind and struck her in the back of the head with a hardened fist.

Kate's lights went out, and she fell to the floor without much pomp. After kicking the girl's sword away from her body, Ruth stared up at Fire Fist, disappointment clear on her face. "S'pose I'll have to miss my next lecture to take her back to the HQ. Can't trust you not to murder her."

Without another word, Ruth slung the woman's body over her shoulder and began planning out the quickest and most secretive route to her vehicle in her head. She quickly jogged off, not wanting to listen to another word out of Fire Fist's mouth.

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Ruth held back a groan, replacing it with an airy chuckle. While her suit was in the works, she had to wear men's plus size clothing so it wouldn't rip during her size shift. Unfortunately, not even a four-X could contain her at her largest. She knew she should've made Fire Fuckface promise not to tell anyone about their less than convenient sparring matches. Then again, she was sure he wouldn't have complied. She'd probably be blabbering about it if the situations were switched.

Before she could say a word, he was standing up to replace his book. She watched him, curious. How did he know Fire Fist? In all honesty, she didn't care enough to investigate further. The thought was fleeting. Upon his return, she propped up her elbow on the table and cradled her chin with a cupped hand, giving him her full attention.

"Who knows if he was? Lying, that is. There are so many different metahumans out there nowadays. A fifty foot woman doesn't sound all that far-fetched." She dismissed it with a wave. "Did your friend say anything else about this woman?" A sly smirk, "That she was...I don't know, ridiculously attractive? Or ugly, that too."

Knowing what little she did about Fire Fist, he'd likely hold a grudge over his lost matches. They were nearly equal in skill, with him being slightly above her. It usually came down to her pinning him with sheer size and weight.

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11:00 AM
Ruth's alarm clock blared in the bathroom, as that was the only way to prevent her from setting it to snooze. With an elongated groan and a quick rub of her face, she found herself rolling over and untangling herself from the mess of sheets. Shooting to her feet, she made her way to the alarm clock, stubbing her toe on a cardboard box during the brief journey. She hissed, rearing her foot back to kick the case out of spite, before reading the FRAGILE warning on top. Glaring at the inanimate object, she sidestepped it and continued onward. Her apartment was a minefield, full of cardboard boxes that contained her life. She had moved into the complex two short years ago and was leaving by the end of the day to claim a room in Arrowcaster's HQ. A quick glance around, and the realization struck her. She was really doing this.

Shaking the mixed emotions out of her head, she completed her journey to the bathroom and finished her mission by shutting off the alarm clock and turning on the shower. Stripping down, she stepped in and began the process of getting ready for University. An hour and a half later, and she was in the campus' East lecture hall, stepping into her first class of the day with a bright grin.

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2:15 PM
As soon as her class was dismissed, Ruth shuffled out of the large, square lecture room and into the hallway. Her fellow students were hunched over on the plain white walls, wherever there was space, waiting it out until their next session began. They yawned frequently and checked the time on their phones even more often. She swore that, if she looked close enough, she could see their hair greying from the stress. Feelings of boredom struck her just from looking at them. Making the split-second decision not to end up like those unfortunate souls, Ruth made a sharp turn towards the library. While her next lecture began in about forty-five minutes, she'd much rather be late than end up like those poor overachievers.

Upon arriving in the library, Ruth took in the subtle scent of worn books and the relaxing sounds of people hurriedly typing away at assignments that were due in the next half hour. In the silent rooms, people who wished for complete quietness were able to study in peace, but that was the opposite of what Ruth was seeking. Ignoring those spaces entirely, she strolled further into the surprisingly cozy building. She passed multiple familiar faces but wasn't interested in stopping for casual conversation. She wanted something new, something exciting.

Something with fiery red hair and a look on his face that screamed pleasure and murderous intent.

A delighted smile lit up Ruth's face for the first time in hours. She wasn't sure who this boy was, but he certainly looked interesting. With sharp features, and bright red eyes that sparkled like rubies beneath the yellow-ish lighting of the library. He had two books open before him, and he appeared to be writing a paper at the same time. He must've been under a time crunch.

Approaching, she took up the seat to the left of him, settling in with casual confidence. She wanted to know why he looked like a hunter who had just entrapped a grand stag. Perhaps it was none of her business, but that's what made it so fun! Leaning forward, she offered up a dazzling smile, her teeth looking incredibly white due to the shade of lipstick she was wearing.

"Hiya, I'm Ruth!" She glanced down at his paper, trying to see what he was working on. "Sorry to bug you, you seem...busy. I could be of service, though! I'm an English major, proofreading is my thing." Without waiting for him to reject or accept her offer, she continued. "Anyways, I just had to see what you were thinking about. This assignment must be pretty serious if it had you all focused like that."

MsMorningstar's 1x1 Interest Check! [UPDATED 2/08/20]

Bump! Added some plots!