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Every day I believe that people can't get any dumber then Trump has a press conference
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Women aren't mysterious, men are often dense
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"We commit the sins again And our sons and daughters pay"
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Good point life but to make a correction----- When Life gives you Lemons... Grab a fat one an squirt it in Life's Eyes
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They when life gives you lemons... grab one of the fat ones an squirt it in lie's eyes
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Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case
Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.
I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel
/ Range 2 K A Psionic talent that allows her to see and hear anything in a narrow focus about 10 feet from center of her focus, it does have an odd limitation. It cannot hear or see outside of the sphere of its effect even a person screaming loud enough to be heard by people 100 feet away wouldn’t be heard
(Communication only, cannot be used as mindscan or control)
/ She is able to manipulate her voice allowing her to mimic the sounds of creatures, people, explosions, and musical instruments; along with precision volume control up and down.
/ Short ranged out of water 20 meters - 200 meters in water.
vs Blunt force / Metis has no bones so blows that do no penetration do only ¼ damage.
/ Metis can change both texture and color pattern of her skin allowing her to blend in with her environment making her only detectable at close ranges.
/ Metis has 6 octopus tentacles surrounding the back of her head that can stretch 3x their resting length 2’ to 6’ each tentacle and be used as simple hands or trapping snares for small to medium fish.
/ Metis can emit enormous potential electric charges like others of her clan (A primitive ability of her people that was once used to bring down prey) In the water her blast can bring down even the large predators within 50’ of her and out of water make a single target believe they’ve survived a lighting strike.
If she gives off an all out charge to drop a large dangerous target she needs 15 minutes to recharge which in combat is not a wonderful recharge time
Skills:
Steel whip
Stealth
Observation
Land Survival
Singing (This skill is used by Metis in Shaman like rituals)
Spells:
/ Metis can see and hear a particular creature of her choice that is on the same plane of existence. (Target can focus on not wanting to be seen if they remain still and focus when she's looking or use counter magic to prevent scrying)The target is modified by how well she knows the target and the sort of physical connection she has to them. If a target knows Metis is casting this spell, they can fail the saving throw voluntarily if they want to be observed.
Out of Water she can scrye 10 k if she knows the target 5, 100 k if she holds something personal of the target, and unlimited if she hold flesh, blood or bone of the target. In Water these limits are multiplied by 10 Knowledge Save Modifier Secondhand (she has heard of the target) Firsthand (she has met the target) Familiar (she knows the target well) Connection Save Modifier Likeness or picture Possession or garment Body part, lock of hair, bit of nail, or the like; with this she garunted to scrye her target unless they are magiclly hidden On a failed casting, the spell creates an invisible sensor within 10 feet of the target allowing her to see and hear through the sensor as if she were there. The sensor moves with the target, remaining within 10 feet of it for the duration. A creature that can see invisible objects sees the sensor as a luminous orb about the size of your fist. Instead of targeting a creature, she can choose a location she has seen before as the target of this spell. When she does, the sensor appears at that location and doesn’t move allowing her sight and sound.
With this spell, Metis inscribes a glyph that harms other creatures, either upon a surface (such as a table or a section of floor or wall) or within an object that can be closed (such as a book, a scroll, or a treasure chest) to conceal the glyph. If she choose a surface, the glyph can cover an area of the surface no larger than 10 feet in diameter. If she choose an object, that object must remain in its place; if the object is moved more than 10 feet from where you cast this spell, the glyph is broken, and the spell ends without being triggered. The glyph is nearly invisible and requires a successful Intelligence (Investigation) check against the spell to deactivate. She can decide what triggers the glyph when she cast the spell. For glyphs inscribed on a surface, the most typical triggers include touching or standing on the glyph, removing another object covering the glyph, approaching within a certain distance of the glyph, or manipulating the object on which the glyph is inscribed. For glyphs inscribed within an object, the most common triggers include opening that object, approaching within a certain distance of the object, or seeing or reading the glyph. Once a glyph is triggered, this spell ends. She can further refine the trigger so the spell activates only under certain circumstances or according to physical characteristics (such as height or weight), creature kind (for example, the ward could be set to affect aberrations or drow), or alignment. She can also set conditions for creatures that don’t trigger the glyph, such as those who say a certain password. When she inscribes the glyph, choose explosive runes or a spell glyph. Explosive Runes. When triggered, the glyph erupts with magical energy in a 20-foot-radius sphere centered on the glyph. The sphere spreads around corners hitting targets with lightning, or thunder damage on a failed dodge.
This spell creates a point of light in an object, creature or area that can light a 20’ sphere equivalent to full daylight and lasts till negated by a dispel magic or Metis makes the intention of breaking the effect. It can also be used against creatures and persons effectively blinding them if she can target their eyes; it can also harm creatures sensitive to light or direct sunlight.
Metis can charm weak willed people and creatures making them her slaves for about an hour
To cause this spell Metis sings a siren song and has to sing the duration of control, if she stops they can escape with only a little effort
Weakness: Metis is more a creature of water than land and needs constant moisturizing in the form of water or special lotion or she gets horrible sunburns if directly exposed or suffers heat stroke if shaded. Raised since hatching Metis has been made a devoted servant of the Rulers of Tearia who will lay down her life, even commiting suicide on their orders.
Experience: Metis’s experiences are a mystery due to her people’s living in the darker lands the sea.
Motivation: Loyalty to the Royal House of her Land that borders on the fanatical.
Birthplace: Shipwreck reef abyss
Backstory: Metis was hatched in a hidden nest of 23 siblings of which she is 1 of 5 to have survived to adulthood. Like all others of her race her time between hatching and final growth was called the Culling and a time when the forces of nature destroyed the weak, reckless, and unintelligent.
It was as a child she first displayed a higher understanding of farsight allowing her to hunt and avoid dangers though smaller than any of her other siblings (Metis was and is still thought of as a runt among her bloodline) but her talents great enough that she survived childhood.
Once she had reached maturity Metis was assessed and found a desirable aprintess to the local Magoi teacher where once more her intelligence shown through. Flourishing under a strict regime of training and testing she surprised her teacher by her quick grasp of the Farsight spell (Scrying) and Charms both talents that made her a surprising foe in the final culling.
Once Metis had reached the level of Journier she was sent to the ancients and made a Singer by them by use of forced memory implantation making her a living history book for her bloodline.
Once she had received all her training Metis was offered to the Service of the Tearians and it decided she needed a final culling and be sent to the surface where the betters thought she might prove her usefullness.
Extra Info:
Writing being a difficult task in the darkness of the Abyss most information is kept by the Singers of the Shoom (Shoom: the name of her clan bloodline though they are called Octo by their betters) and many are also members of the Magoi
Clairvoyance what does that mean? Can she find anything within that radius? It’s a Psionic talent that allows her to see and hear anything in a narrow focus about 10 feet from center of her focus, it does have an odd limitation. It cannot hear or see outside of the sphere of its effect even a person screaming loud enough to be heard by people 100 feet away wouldn’t be heard.
Limit Scrying to a certain radius for new targets. I was going off the spell limits but have no problem adapting. How about Out of Water she can scrye 10 k if she knows the target 5, 100 k if she holds something personal of the target, and unlimited if she hold flesh, blood or bone of the target. In Water these limits are multiplied by 10
Make her electrical charge able to be done in variables because of a limit. So if she shocks someone all out she won't be able to for a while.I thought I’d added that, If she gives off an all out charge to drop a large dangerous target she needs 15 minutes to recharge which in combat is not a wonderful recharge time
Charm spells need to be cast. Please detail how she casts this spell. I was thinking her’s might be like a siren song and just for fun since you brought it up means she has to sing the duration of control, if she stops they can escape with only a little effort
In her backstory you wrote "Service of the Lassa" please change it to "Service of the Tearians" Altered
Her Experience write how she went about learning some of the more usable skills she has developed. Also tell about some of her levels of knowledge of living in the seas.
Think Sparta without the sexist generalities or short childhood they enjoyed, the Octo are forced to survive after their mother abandons them in a wild reef at barely 28 days old. This is the culling and it is the brutal edge of evolution completely devoid of sympathy for the dwellers of the abyss. For the next 6 to 8 years the nymphs who are all female survive on will, strength, stealth, agile minds, and brutal efficiency; there are rumors that in this stage the Octo can be cannibalistic but none have even adimted it.
They master the chameleon talent first along with the generation of electricity as defense / offensive strategies becoming hunters weeks after arriving at their culling reef and successful hunters before the first year after which their hunting talent is boosted by the development of Clairvoyance. During this critical stage 70% of nest siblings have become meals for the powerful fined hunters of the Reef destroying the weak without pause or mercy. Some of those culled are found too close to the Adult Octo and their fief raiding stores or schools of the elder’s fish and treated like pest driven off or killed.
In the second stage of culling the young are Captured by their elders and taken in to help with the tending of territory and be trained for service to the Tearians; the latter is beneficial to the elder Octo who can patron a young Octo trained in arts useful to them. Only perhaps 11% of a generation’s survivors ever meet such exacting standards. Those Octo not worthy become members of the Abyss community of Octo serving the group as a whole in some fashion decided on by the elders.
(The most unusual use of those not worth use of the Tearians is to be forced to become male by methods that are only whispered and usually false. They become the fathers and guardians of the Abyss reach huge proportions but unfortunately of a more animalistic nature.
“Careful if you seek the Abyss, there are hungry things in the darkness”)
In her 3rd stage Metis was made a Singer of the Octo after her Magoi training making her a living library of her people’s history, a choice she was not given when her clairvoyance talent was graded. A powerful talent her farsight was also and easy door which the elders pried open then deposited all those memories they held as if laying the eggs of thought in her like a nest. This Talent is detailed experiences so complete she knows whose mother and father as well as generation of fish her people regularly encounter she is observing. This also means she knows the name of every Octo in her generation and far into the past.
The singer talent is useful in many ways and strangest of all is knowing which Octo breed best with other Octo and if she as an Elder sees a bad combination they will prevent it or destroy its nest if necessary calling other singers to aid her. Because she contains racial memories Metis knows every crevice, every current, every school, all those things that ensure the Octo survive.
As a Singer Metis is also an Enforcer / Warrior female and once she’s reached her 4th Metis will be allowed to hunt a powerful male who she’ll either seduce or be killed by beginning the next generation.
Not sure how to not write a novel about her skills and abilities so I’ll briefly describe them in her timeline.
30-45 days Chameleon is an early stage ability as is Bioelectricity both used to stalk and stun larger prey
320-400 days Clairvoyance and her other Psionic skills begin rapidly developing as the nymphs begin learning cooperative benefits and form protopods; it is now when some begin exhibiting a dominance of their sisters as well.
3-4 years the nymphs are becoming masters at stealth hunting their prey and their bodies becoming 75% larger and imparting on them their known durability against blunt weapons. It is also during this period that some begin learning how to manipulate their voices in ways that can attract or lull prey an easy feast; these usually become singers.
Singer are like the Alpha of the Octo and Metis’s small stature makes her a sport of surprising power for her generation
She discovered a need for more information on the prey available because of her size and information on her sisters as well because they would steal her kills if she was caught unawares so she developed the skill of observation to give her the edge she needed and stealth better than most of her generation to allow her to practice it unmolested.
Captured by the Magoi teacher and Singer Thetis Metis was taught those skills all before her had learned.
She learned the use of whip out of water to enable her to electrocute targets at range so she’d not risk injuring in close quarters. Some learn net and trident using the leash of the net as a conductor and the trident as a killing weapon on the writhing foe; these type are usually chosen as bodyguard.
Scrying is a prerequisite of a singer so it was her first lesson which she was given only 3 moon cycles to learn or be cast aside
Next Metis was taught the secret rune wards to guard those places she needed to or was required to.
Pushed harder than the apprentice of land bound Magoi Metis next learned the useful hunting spell Continual light so she could stun the giants of the abyss then drive them off or bring them to her Mistresses table.
Charm is a spell common to singers because its a spell in which their voices are the only components
Ami’s hands were folded before her, her half lidded eyes down cast as she drew every trace of her aura inward; withdrawing all but physically from the world. The people watched as the tall male Sol followed behind her saying firmly ”Ami” in a commanding tone.
She heard Lucius and how he in the same voice that had said how he understood and how they had no choice in the matter proving how little he understood by thinking that a superior tone and using her familiar name as if they were related and he her dominant should have any positive result. He was trying to assert himself on her because he like they took her gentle nature as weakness; perhaps they were missing the point of the struggle of life.
"But lets talk about how we both can escape this... fate." he said in a softer tone as he trailed behind her.
Ami’s aura now completely quenched turns to face him her voice is cold devoid of life without being sinister; ”You assume I don’t understand what is expected of me, how I must live my life. I assure you Lucius I do more so than my due credit for intelligence..
My blood is valuable, it is the foundation on which the Royal family wants to build. I am the fertile land, in my veins is the blood of the dryads. I am connected to the great mother, I am the vessel of life. she says before turning and continuing to her quarters and her personal garden.
Lucius is only allowed admittance by his rank and perceived level of familiarity by the guards then surrounded briefly by 4 bug fairy gardeners like the watch bees of any domesticated hive when he steps past the door.
A lone elder female of the nest watch hovers before Aim flying backwards as if fixed to a point in space watching intently the movement of her fingers that like the bug fairy body language and pheromones was how the young Sol female communicated with them. Then with a brief pitch change in the buzz of her wings the Elder flew off to do the bidding of what was in tiny creature’s belief her goddess.
Ami blurred as she reached out and touched a tree near the path then appeared farther into the garden by the Life Tree, the center of her garden. All around her was such rarities as to make the garden obsessed Sol weep for its variety and beauty; more proof the Concubine’s daughter held powerful royal connections.
That was as far as it went in the court, her blood connection to the royal family. Ami held power that wasn’t connected to intrigue or politics but something better.
”Does anyone even think to ask me why I want to leave here before I return to my fate?” she asks Lucius before he can say a word when he catches up to her
She interrupts any clever retort to her question saying ”Why should I be desirable if my emotions, intelligence, and will are not a point in my favor as well.
I am not some cow chewing her cud waiting her turn to increase the herd.”
She asks using her voice to display her annoyance in tone and tenor.
Then as she was partly through her meal and enjoying how sugar and Ice rendered a common leaf of teas into a cool treat when a busty redhead spoke. She confirmed her status as one of the gifted by asking mildly nervous "So, I am a Metal Sculpter" trying to get the others to begin the ball rolling conversationally.
Velma gave a soft smile thinking the best approach direct and to the point; after all she would soon be expected to work with them as a team.
She put down her tea and licked the moisture from her lips and stood expressing her presence using body language honed from time spent as a spokes person for the disaster relief and said as she walked to a more observable position in the room
"Hello everyone, please call me Velma" she offered with a slight nod to all those whose attention she had now.
"Formally I am known as Dame Marberry, Velma, Victoria, Vespa, Carter, my family adore hanging the past on its children in the form of excessive names." her eyes and expression offers her amusement at her own name honestly and friendly.
I was working with the International Disaster Relief Society as chief food stuffs procurement and development officer, I was in Agriculture.
I am if not apparent from England, my home a tiny channel island known as the Isle of Wight. then she she stepped over to the Sculptress and offered her hand in friendship.
Ami stood before Lucius trying as hard as she might to be polite then when the Sol male towering over her said “ "If you would rather go somewhere more private. I would understand. But if you wish to stay you need to calm your aura. Just for today."” something snapped.
Her aura flared making her wings burn almost as brightly as the noonday sun.
”I am how I am because of the molding of others who have always sought to make of me what they saw I should be; and what is that Lucius?” she fixed him with a direct stare her amber eyes shimmering as brightly as her wings.
”Am I someone to love, a prize in some contest, an object of desire, or just a silly girl who should know her place and remain silent?” her normally beautiful face is a mask of a wrathful goddess reminding any who have seen the statue of the huntress virgin goddess disturbed in her bath.
”I am done here” is all she says following her demand before she spins on a heel and heads to her private chambers
Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case
Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.
I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case<br><br>Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.<br><br>I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel</div>
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