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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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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

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It had taken some time to move to her newest location but Metis was satisfied with the water though it lacked her accustomed salinity. It was what the surface dwellers called a bath, the water was almost as hot as the edges of a Smoker she used as a nymph for hunting and defense. It was strange water more for its purity than lack of salt and like much of the Vrondi Place a place of excess, proof of how they pampered themselves.

She’d settled down into the crevices of three large stones that were placed where they were like the art on the wall of the glittering structure for appearance and like a screen to separate one side of it from the other. Beautiful and dark the huge rocks made an excellent hunting blind for the little curled up Octo who blended in with the color and texture on the bottom of the bath; few could with any ease visually tell she was not just another large stone laying there.

Her hearing better than even the beautiful Tearian was the product of brutal evolution and normally used to enhance the range of her passive echolocation but here in these shallow waters as long as no one made excessive splashes allowed her to listen to near and far conversations of others in the same waters. (Sound travels faster and farther in water)

@PKRaptor

I've always enjoyed running, My GFs and BFs have said that I do it so I'll be too tired to take over the world

I do it because I have a hyper amout of energy, I never sleep longer than 3 or 4 hours at a stretch.
@PKRaptor

I run Marathons at least twice a year and always Pikes Peak is one of them so I have to put at least 6 miles a say just to assure I will finish
@PKRaptor

The gym I understand, I do 6 to 10 miles a day
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Metis drifted in the periphery of the crowds gathered her features concealed beneath a hooded cloak only recognizable as a hominid by her general shape and how she moved. Under the covering cloak she wore a garment that kept most of her body moisture contained and circulating blending it with 2 liters of filtered and oxygenated water in the suits structure so that even out of water her gills and skin received that which made her feel comfortable.

She stood in those places that had the worst view of events for the blind surface dwellers her far sight granting her a greater perspective than any they held as she drifted psionically above them like a ghost.

It was from this vantage point she discovered something marvelous, a minstrel performing for those commoners who milled around the garden at the junction of 6 streets snacking on treats bought from the street vendors that were having a wonderful day of brisk business. Metis had heard other surface dwellers singing since surfacing but they were the garbled mumbling of nymphs compared to this female of what she was sure the Vrondi. The song she sang spoke of love and the sun in the sky reminding Metis of her song, the song that made her a singer.




Metis was transported back in time when she and those like her made it through the culling and they as sisters expressed their joy in song and as Fres (Alpha) she lead the celebration.

Dancing a spiral, we sing unaware
On currents so far they have come
Making a circle of magic and light
Watched silently by those hidden from sight

We those who survived through all danger swim at your side
We hold the mysteries now hidden from light
Our hearts now lifted by charms and knowledge old
Accept these words of wisdom for those yet chosen your’s now to hold

We dance with our sisters in waters of eternal night
Make now the circle, the cold blue flame
The songs of our struggle I present to those my name
Impart to the old ones hearts truest sight

The sounds do travel near and far can you hear them call
We give the gift of our song our lives, our all
Dancing in spiral we sing unaware
Look to the shadows you will find us there…


She and her sister Singers performed a rituals their legends claimed were as old as the waters of the world she as Fres with more joy than all the rest knowing as she did and they as well she was elevated above them and would should she survive the Cull of service become the rare Dream Singer. A leader among her kind, the mother of generations she who would live longer than any of her sisters her treasure all the knowledge of the Dream Singers of old.




The Vrondi singer’s song ended and those in the crowd did a remarkable thing and cast coins at her feet in tribute an observation Metis did not fail to notice a store as a way to finance her stay on the surface. To ensure she held the knowledge and understanding of the Surface Singer’s art Metis spent the rest of the day following her from performance to performance. She memorized every note, every word and even her dance as she followed the minstrel till she could perform it as well and perhaps even better than her teacher unknowing.

It was how she a small female had survived the culling, by observing those who had discovered the better currents of knowledge and reproducing them.





Name: Metis “The Singer”

Age: 26

Bloodline: Lassa/ Octo Bloodline (a minor house)

Group: Magoi

Physique:
  • Slender
  • 67 pounds
  • 4'7"


Abilities:


Skills:
  • Steel whip
  • Stealth
  • Observation
  • Land Survival
  • Singing (This skill is used by Metis in Shaman like rituals)


Spells:


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.





@Rai

I will be editing the shattered thoughts soon but will send the alterd CS to Rai before final draft.


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.





@Rai
@Rai

Okay/ Altered them to not be roll mods but definitions and levels of chance to find her target
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