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No worries mate, best of luck in the dreamscape!
Greetings! I would like very much to do any sort of superhuman scenario. Its always a good read. (Okay most of the time, Okaaaay sometimes........a few times? Bah I'm optimistic none the less)
Nily looked at the sky for a moment in a quite mantra to restrain herself, Emotion is just a commotion that leads to disintegration of the internal nation. Its not like the peons where worth getting upset over, but this kind of behavior is beyond any level of rude...She questions what sort of scenario that would allow a man to grow up and yet not take a small amount of respect for others as to try and not run them over. At the least he should have apologized, Or not acknowledged that he had bumped her, let alone tell her that she was at fault.
"sorry miss"
!!!!!! Wait what did he, where did it? The change of heart had her tripped up, but then Urick's Query along with his physical presence made the answer to the riddle all to obvious. It would seem not everyone on this island is a heathen. Nily, stands brushing her knees off. "Nothing a little a little water wont take care of." The feeling of a twig poking her leg draws her attention to the various nature that had been caught in her rather long hair...Bring forth an rather exhausted smile. "Okay some water and a brush."
She does a slight bow before continuing. "Well my well mannered acquaintance, I thank you for your assistance.But now I am to search for a place to clean up. And judging by this madness that would be the village, I can imagine that I will be lucky to find a place that doesn't make me sleep outside." Slighlty a joke, but more or less a complaint about the rather scenic location. With that she clicks her heals together and starts to walk by Urick.
"sorry miss"
!!!!!! Wait what did he, where did it? The change of heart had her tripped up, but then Urick's Query along with his physical presence made the answer to the riddle all to obvious. It would seem not everyone on this island is a heathen. Nily, stands brushing her knees off. "Nothing a little a little water wont take care of." The feeling of a twig poking her leg draws her attention to the various nature that had been caught in her rather long hair...Bring forth an rather exhausted smile. "Okay some water and a brush."
She does a slight bow before continuing. "Well my well mannered acquaintance, I thank you for your assistance.But now I am to search for a place to clean up. And judging by this madness that would be the village, I can imagine that I will be lucky to find a place that doesn't make me sleep outside." Slighlty a joke, but more or less a complaint about the rather scenic location. With that she clicks her heals together and starts to walk by Urick.
Name:Nily
Age:17
Sex: Female
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye color: Brown
Appearance:
Weapon: White Magic, And blunt force trauma! (Seriously she isnt afraid to bust a staff over a skull!)
Any Armor: "Some ceremonial stuff in a case.....that I am NOT wearing."
Biography: Hailing from a Djose, or well more or less. Her father is a Die hard historian, Believes that the sorry state the temple was in was a travesty. Dedicating his funds his time, even his love into restoring it. In her younger years she was field with wonder at the stories of summoners and Guardians and the eternal tragedy that was sin. How the world constantly lived in plight, and how these "Heroic" people would throw their lives away in the attempt to soothe the worlds sin.
"Delusions of grandeur and ritualistic sacrifice..."
Her wonder began to change to understanding, and a step further....Disappointment. Why her father drilled into her head the methods of summoning, She began to shirk the studies of the summons and focus more on the white magics. Its theory treated closer than black magic to her own "Required" reading, so she could dabble in it with little suspicion.
By the time she was 16, her father caved to her "rebellious" faze and allowed her to study as she wished. But her study is completly unrelated to magics, it was the truth. How much of history is a fabrication, just how much of life is a lie? As if to ease the wound, she did begin wearing a ring that represented Ixion...But then again playing it off as a attraction to unicorn's was probably in her plans already, but there is an odd comfort in the tales of the aeon...perhaps a reminder of her blissful ignorance?
Personality: A pessimist, but when you think about what could possibly be existence and how everything that the world knew recently WAS WRONG.....*she inhales deeply*
In short she thinks about everything, and what one thing means in the relation of another. She struggles greatly with first encounters, and physical contact is particularly troubling. She seldom speaks about her opinion's and or thoughts simply for the fact she doesn't want to go through the trouble of explaining it all.
On a positive side, she keeps most of her emotion in check, knowing that scenarios only go more and more cataclysmic as people loose control! The more she knows about a person the better she can connect, and really understand...If you really are worth knowing.
Are you arriving in Besaid or Living there? Arriving, completely unrelated to the sport....
Age:17
Sex: Female
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye color: Brown
Appearance:
Weapon: White Magic, And blunt force trauma! (Seriously she isnt afraid to bust a staff over a skull!)
Any Armor: "Some ceremonial stuff in a case.....that I am NOT wearing."
Biography: Hailing from a Djose, or well more or less. Her father is a Die hard historian, Believes that the sorry state the temple was in was a travesty. Dedicating his funds his time, even his love into restoring it. In her younger years she was field with wonder at the stories of summoners and Guardians and the eternal tragedy that was sin. How the world constantly lived in plight, and how these "Heroic" people would throw their lives away in the attempt to soothe the worlds sin.
"Delusions of grandeur and ritualistic sacrifice..."
Her wonder began to change to understanding, and a step further....Disappointment. Why her father drilled into her head the methods of summoning, She began to shirk the studies of the summons and focus more on the white magics. Its theory treated closer than black magic to her own "Required" reading, so she could dabble in it with little suspicion.
By the time she was 16, her father caved to her "rebellious" faze and allowed her to study as she wished. But her study is completly unrelated to magics, it was the truth. How much of history is a fabrication, just how much of life is a lie? As if to ease the wound, she did begin wearing a ring that represented Ixion...But then again playing it off as a attraction to unicorn's was probably in her plans already, but there is an odd comfort in the tales of the aeon...perhaps a reminder of her blissful ignorance?
Personality: A pessimist, but when you think about what could possibly be existence and how everything that the world knew recently WAS WRONG.....*she inhales deeply*
In short she thinks about everything, and what one thing means in the relation of another. She struggles greatly with first encounters, and physical contact is particularly troubling. She seldom speaks about her opinion's and or thoughts simply for the fact she doesn't want to go through the trouble of explaining it all.
On a positive side, she keeps most of her emotion in check, knowing that scenarios only go more and more cataclysmic as people loose control! The more she knows about a person the better she can connect, and really understand...If you really are worth knowing.
Are you arriving in Besaid or Living there? Arriving, completely unrelated to the sport....
So It was our lord and masters post as last correct? or are we going to repost all the original stuff? (I suggest just putting it your next post oh lord and master in a hider. Simple clean and time saving.)
Name: Aleksy Roosevelt.
Gender: Female
Age:23
God & Powers: Hephaestus. Her powers are rather productive, her hands can increase their temperature allowing her turn metal to putty in her hands! Oh and obvious resistance to extreme heats. Though this is more a talent than a power, she is able to engineer solutions in even the most pressing of a situation. (She turned a old chevy into a makeshift boat)
Physical Appearance:
Standing at 6'3 this "woman" makes most men feel insecure....
Personality: The first thing you notice is the rather strong way she goes about anything. Her way is the right way, until proven faulty, "And if I can't make it work, Chances are Some body left out a detail!" Brash as she would seem she sweats the small stuff. She likes a plan, rushing headlong into things is a quick way to get burnt. She values others opinions and self expression, but if your ignorant or "bsin" her intellectual side tends to outweigh her tact....Or she probably just walked off laughing at you. The quickest way to set her off is to believe the world owes you something, "I don' care how old you are, or who yo'r parents are! The only thing that you gunna get out of the worlds forge is what material you toss in!"
Biography: She lived with her father, a steel mill worker. However rather than send her to school, he opted to bring her along. At first this was met with resistance but when the girl worked about as a somewhat moral support and soon they fought keep her as their little mascot. As she matured she did more than just bring snacks and listen to stories, she began getting into the work herself, scrap became her plaything, while most girls her age had begun to dabble in doing their hair, Aleksy had begun learning how to weld and much to the crew's surprise she began learning how to smith tools and her own "jewelry" (at the time, it was mostly trying to make it shiney but its a start!)
Much time has passed, along with her father and almost all of the crew. A common occurrence when one works in such a hazardous environment, an accident killed them. She was never told more, and the closed casket funeral was enough to inform her that there must have been an issue with the heat control unit.....She mourned for a while, but she took this as a lesson to never forget that the forge is as much a beast as it is a friend.
Recently she had been helping out with a group with some standard repairs to a older hospital. Trying to get a busted old water line to behave itself, but as fate would have it whoever was supposed to let the job know it was simple, forgot...One thing after the other went wrong! Standing out above it all was the crack in the building support, and her being out of fuel. She knew no matter what she did the building was coming down, all those people to die....After they had come to this sanctuary, sure some could be evacuated, but what of those stuck in beds?! Rather than accept the futility of it all she grasped it with both hands and clenched the beam tears running down her cheek asking any one listing for mercy for a miracle!
"Leave it to mortals to mess up the simplest works!"
Her hands began to glow white with such an intense heat that allowed her to slam various metals into the beam to make for a temporary fix....It was only after it had cooled that she questioned what had just happened. Obviously the next thing she did...was look for real solutions but it was only after the construction plans had settled did she begin looking into her new found gift.
Gender: Female
Age:23
God & Powers: Hephaestus. Her powers are rather productive, her hands can increase their temperature allowing her turn metal to putty in her hands! Oh and obvious resistance to extreme heats. Though this is more a talent than a power, she is able to engineer solutions in even the most pressing of a situation. (She turned a old chevy into a makeshift boat)
Physical Appearance:
Standing at 6'3 this "woman" makes most men feel insecure....Personality: The first thing you notice is the rather strong way she goes about anything. Her way is the right way, until proven faulty, "And if I can't make it work, Chances are Some body left out a detail!" Brash as she would seem she sweats the small stuff. She likes a plan, rushing headlong into things is a quick way to get burnt. She values others opinions and self expression, but if your ignorant or "bsin" her intellectual side tends to outweigh her tact....Or she probably just walked off laughing at you. The quickest way to set her off is to believe the world owes you something, "I don' care how old you are, or who yo'r parents are! The only thing that you gunna get out of the worlds forge is what material you toss in!"
Biography: She lived with her father, a steel mill worker. However rather than send her to school, he opted to bring her along. At first this was met with resistance but when the girl worked about as a somewhat moral support and soon they fought keep her as their little mascot. As she matured she did more than just bring snacks and listen to stories, she began getting into the work herself, scrap became her plaything, while most girls her age had begun to dabble in doing their hair, Aleksy had begun learning how to weld and much to the crew's surprise she began learning how to smith tools and her own "jewelry" (at the time, it was mostly trying to make it shiney but its a start!)
Much time has passed, along with her father and almost all of the crew. A common occurrence when one works in such a hazardous environment, an accident killed them. She was never told more, and the closed casket funeral was enough to inform her that there must have been an issue with the heat control unit.....She mourned for a while, but she took this as a lesson to never forget that the forge is as much a beast as it is a friend.
Recently she had been helping out with a group with some standard repairs to a older hospital. Trying to get a busted old water line to behave itself, but as fate would have it whoever was supposed to let the job know it was simple, forgot...One thing after the other went wrong! Standing out above it all was the crack in the building support, and her being out of fuel. She knew no matter what she did the building was coming down, all those people to die....After they had come to this sanctuary, sure some could be evacuated, but what of those stuck in beds?! Rather than accept the futility of it all she grasped it with both hands and clenched the beam tears running down her cheek asking any one listing for mercy for a miracle!
"Leave it to mortals to mess up the simplest works!"
Her hands began to glow white with such an intense heat that allowed her to slam various metals into the beam to make for a temporary fix....It was only after it had cooled that she questioned what had just happened. Obviously the next thing she did...was look for real solutions but it was only after the construction plans had settled did she begin looking into her new found gift.
Sorry it took me so long, My computer did not want to load up the new Rp Guild. As I am now late to the party, I will fill in whatever remains.
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