Obscene Symphony

Spirit Guardians: The Call Of A Butterfly (ALWAYS ACCEPTING)

@Cenco CANADA! Are you Canadian???

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@WilsonTurner...

Writing on a phone sucks.
Still, perfection cannot be rushed.

@Vesuvius00

I feel them mobile feels bruh.

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Wanted to wait until I could post responses to at least 2 out of 3 of my characters, but right now I only have something solid for Sorrin w/ Sia and Fakey McDrakken over there.

Let's see how I feel after I finish this CS for another RP and take my Sociology test.... Not necessarily in that order XD

@WeepingLiberty

I know what you're writing for~~~ muahahahahaha _{unless it's a different one}

Also, I'm going to wait for @NarcissisticPotato's post before I reply.

@WilsonTurner How does Valence know Lienna's name? She's from a distant northern village with no cult connections, there's really no way he could have that information.

Spirit Guardians: The Call Of A Butterfly (ALWAYS ACCEPTING)

....man Kit is going to bouncing and bounding all over the place bothering so many serious guardians XD

@BlackPanther

I can't decide if Mitchell will wave her away or laugh right along with her.

Spirit Guardians: The Call Of A Butterfly (ALWAYS ACCEPTING)

Aaron Bachmeier

Name: Aaron Bachmeier

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Birthplace: Germany

Normal Appearance:

Appearance After Soul Link:

Personality: Growing up deaf made a quiet soul out of Aaron, an observer who preferred the edge of the room. He kept to himself, keeping few friends and largely valuing his time alone. A scholarly boy and taking particular interest in medicine, he cares for (and finds fascination in) the well-being of those around him. His anger and upset are set to an eternal slow burn, tending to take to the cold-shoulder, going so far as to remove his hearing aides around those who’ve angered him. However, Aaron has a forgiving soul; he can’t stay angry for long.

Bio: Aaron was born deaf to a single mother in Munich, Germany. A scholarly boy from a young age, Aaron filled his silent world with books. He taught himself languages, theories, techniques and principles; he took a particular interest in medicine and home remedies, and filled his bookshelves with anatomy and medical journals, setting his sights on becoming a surgeon. Of course, books alone could not sate the boy’s appetite for knowledge: so, when the opportunity arose to learn to play music, the deaf boy jumped at the opportunity.
He’d started with a schoolteacher on piano; she reasoned that each key made the same sound whenever it was pressed, therefore he did not need to know the sound, but rather the key to make it. Aaron took to piano immediately, enjoying the fluid, rhythmic movement. He learned to read and write music and became somewhat of a prodigy, becoming a skilled pianist at the age of ten. From there, he took on a harder project: violin. It was more difficult to learn, but after marking the fingerboard with the exact points to press the strings for a note to sound proper, he learned quickly. He eventually played in a youth orchestra, skillfully playing his part without ever being able to hear it.
To this day, he delights in music more than anything else. He’s been known to blast classical music to the point where he can feel the vibrations in the floor, or tap absently at a piano should he have one available.

Other: Aaron can read and speak German, uses sign language as a main way to communicate with those who know it, and writing with those who don’t. He can also read and write English and French. His guardian acts as his ears and his translator. More on this IC.

-Guardian-

Name: Mitchell (the most recent modernization of his spirit name, which is unpronounceable)

Butterfly Form:
Mitchell’s butterfly form looks like a charred and burned owl butterfly, though the only remaining resemblance to the owl is the vague shape of the wings. The pattern has been burned away and the wings look as if they are made from thin layers of ash, shimmering in the sunlight like charcoal. These wings look as if they’d break at the slightest touch, with tattered edges and cracks; occasionally, a small piece will chip off in flight.

True Form: Mitchell’s true form is of a yokai called an Enenra. He is a being made entirely of black smoke, which perpetually curls and moves, its movement resembling the smoke on a blown-out candle, or possibly steam. The smoke, however, moves much more slowly than real smoke and trails in the wake of his every movement, dissipating as it goes. The smoke concentrates into the upper body of a young man with pointed features, his skin pitch black and eyes like burning embers. His skin has a near-shimmering quality, resembling his butterfly form’s wings or charcoal in the sun. His hair is the same shimmering, pitch black as the rest of him and its length constantly changes. It tends to average out at roughly eye-level-length, and always floats around him as if underwater. His movements are trailed in smoke, and he travels by dissipating in one place and rematerializing in another.
One interesting thing is that he can take any appearance he wants; this smokey form is his natural and preferred form.

Examples of movement, as depicted by Eris, the Goddess of Discord <3

Class: Combat

Fighting Style: In combat, Mitchell takes almost complete control over Aaron, resulting in a now-tangible form of Mitchell that greatly resembles his true form with one blue eye. He uses his method of dissipating and rematerializing to confuse the opponent, sometimes taking the form of someone the opponent knows (and wouldn’t want to hurt), extinguishing lights, or materializing somewhere, only to dissipate into a cloud of smoke when struck. He will normally do this until the target is tired and confused without ever swinging at them. He also uses his affinity for decay to make the opponent feel weak, and uses darkness to further confuse and scare the opponent.
TL;DR Mitchell uses psychological warfare and evasion to confuse, tire and freak his opponent out before ever striking them. When he does strike, it is quick, pointed jabs, solidifying for the instant of impact and dissipating, only to attack again from another angle. He’s been known to pull people’s legs out from under them, grab hold of their weapon or straight-up snap a neck.

More Eris examples, this time of transformation

Weapon: His body and some magic

Magic: Black magic (Darkness and Decay)
- Darkness: Mitchell can use darkness to trick and confuse the enemy. He can make one person perceive a dark room or, with added concentration and effort, actually banish the light from a room. With this power comes a mild control of illusion, nothing more than a few fleeting shapes in the dark; like movement in the corner of your eye that, when you turn toward it, is nothing. These illusions resemble the shapes people’s brains create in darkness while trying to discern patterns, often when they are stressed or afraid. Of course, darkness is not always evil. He can use it kindly to grant sleep to insomniacs or create a dark, quiet place to calm down; even to play a harmless prank on someone.
- Decay: Mitchell uses “Decay” to weaken enemies. He can make them feel drained and disoriented, as if they’d fallen ill or gone a long while without sleep. He can cause plants to wither and die when he passes through them, but is not powerful enough to do lasting, permanent damage to animals or humans.

Personality: Mitchell is very opposite to his charge in a number of ways. He is bitter, cynical and nihilistic to a fault, jaded and judgemental. He does have mischievous tendencies, greatly enjoying annoying and tricking people, and taking revenge on his enemies. He can be brooding at times, and his dismissive, yet also protective and melancholy attitude toward his charge hints that there may have been a time when his heart was lighter, his soul not charred and burned.

@Inkd Bull

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@RomanAria Damn Miry, I didn't expect you to be vintictive enough to try and get someone else in trouble! Great post, man.

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Lienna Orhhneaht

The ride from Lienna’s village in the far north had been long and laborious, but as the long journey required earlier leaving time, she had been one of the first Gems to arrive. Like the other early arrivals, she had been whisked off to a private dressing room, stripped out of her fur-lined coat, boots and trousers and treated to a fragrant bath and a new dress. The bath had been cold, but she’d easily been able to warm it to steaming, filling the room with fragrance she’d never experienced before; it was sweet and earthy, and the closest comparison she could draw was that of the towering evergreens of her home. The dress was simple, really; sheer white lace with a chocolate brown sash and seaglass jewelry,complete with a modest backward headdress, to finish it off. It was the first time she’d ever worn a dress, the first time she’d had her legs shaven (an attendant had needed to help her) and the first time she’d ever smelled like flowers. In fact, the only thing that had really remained the same was the ivory owl her mother had given her, nestled in the bosom of her dress.

She’d done her crying in the carriage. Her lamentation? Long before the dress was on. She saw no point in fretting now, for fighting a riptide would only serve to drown her. She knew from the horror stories that circled the country what she was in for, and while it frightened her, she had made peace with the fact that there was nothing she could do. She’d managed to take a colder attitude toward the whole affair, and had vowed to herself that she would do whatever she must to make this new life easier. So, instead of shivering and working herself up over her predicament, she closed her eyes and let the new, soothing smell of her hair calm her.

”Choose the path of least resistance, child,” her mother had told her, ”Water always finds a way.”

She was paraded into the grand hall with the other Gem brides, most of them with eyes still red from crying, some shaking in their garments. The hall itself was enough to encourage a lump in Lienna’s throat; it was clearly of Gem construction, and she had little doubt that its glassy marble floor and shining walls would soon de defiled with screams and bloodshed. However, she swallowed the lump in her throat after a moment with relative ease. She’d only seen true gem architecture once, in the home of a noble family near her village. That very family had scorned her mother for keeping an attractive daughter around instead of sending her away. No, the architecture didn’t make her long for home; it simply reminded her of what she could never have had there. Perhaps, she thought, she’d have a grand home of her own now after all.

No sooner had the first brides been paraded in than the Drakken were beginning to eagerly snap them up. One girl was roughly and loudly pulled away by a blonde Drakken with long, imposing horns. They made quite the racket, and Lienna had to turn away from them, too sickened to watch. However, a low voice boomed through the room: a challenger. She looked back, expecting bloodshed and morbidly interested but, to her surprise, none came. The shorter of the two said something to the blonde one and, after a brief standoff, the blonde released his bride and stormed away, leaving an upturned foreign servant in his wake.

So little time had she been there and she had already watched the room steadily flux with attendants; a new ‘shipment’ of sniffling Gems followed by another crowd of hungry Drakken, who would whisk their choices away and restart the cycle. And all the while, Lienna stood watching, detached; a rock amidst the tide. However, soon after a few more girls were escorted inside, she spotted a dark-haired Drakken with one broken horn eyeing her hungrily. He said something she couldn’t hear to what appeared to be a friend and began to approach her, beady black eyes boring into hers. In the back of her mind, she remarked that his eyes looked like those of a seal after clubbing; bloodshot and dead.

She couldn’t help but grimace when the man’s smell reached her; he stank of alcohol and travel, and his ‘musk’ seemed to be physically tangible in the air. Growling cruelly, he grunted a short “You’ll do” and took her roughly by the arm, unceremoniously dragging her, to he disgust, back to his friend. Lienna pulled against his grip, for even though she'd resolved herself to go quietly, she’d be damned if she ended up with a creature so repulsive. Of course, her actions were moot against brute strength. Still, Lienna was a quick thinker: closing her eyes, she concentrated on summoning water from the air, generating enough to condense on her hand and allow her to slip free.

Shocked that her plan had worked, Lienna backed up a few steps and concentrated once again on collecting water, with the intent to make a sharp icicle, but was quickly recaptured by her claimant.

“How dare you, whore!” he gurgled, taking her arm in a grip near-tight enough to break it, drawing an involuntary yelp from Lienna and raising his free hand, “You’ll learn some manners before the night is done!”

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I think I'll have Lienna dragged off by some NPC and start a fight. Yay!

EDIT:: There, left it at cliffhanger. Exciting!

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@WilsonTurner

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I am very interested in joining. Is there still room and is there any characters you need? I would like to make both a male Drakken (first time playing one so kind of scared) and a female Gem.

@Belle

What a coincidence, I was just reading an interest check of yours.

I'm afraid we're closed for the time being, as we are absolutely drowning in characters and writers alike. You are, of course, welcome to read and if someone drops, you'll be the first to know ^_^

EDIT: Looks like Wilson ninja'd me, that rapscallion.