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Postby Hardened Pyrokinetics » Sat Mar 16, 2013 12:44 am

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:-Looks at poll-

I'm so flattered right now. :lol:

-Ahem- Anyway, does anyone know if I can reuse the AWB/EH1 bonuses now that they're no longer being used by Ciel?

Don't think so.
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Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:... He's twenty.

He's also a moron.

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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Sat Mar 16, 2013 12:45 am

Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:-Looks at poll-

I'm so flattered right now. :lol:

-Ahem- Anyway, does anyone know if I can reuse the AWB/EH1 bonuses now that they're no longer being used by Ciel?

Don't think so.


Right.

Well, 20/10 isn't a bad ammount of points at all.
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Postby Hardened Pyrokinetics » Sat Mar 16, 2013 12:48 am

I need to figure out what the new powergrid is and the ratios before I make Arc 3 app.

Or apps. Still haven't decided on whether I'm sticking with the other idea as well.
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Pope Joan wrote:I had a client who stole the magnetic flashing light from the top of a police car.

It was parked in front of his house because they were asking his parents about his theft of 100 pounds of copper wire from the high school.


Galloism wrote:I bet it takes a lot of weed to get stoned to death.


New Manvir wrote:Canada: We have flying bears.


greed and death wrote:It is a sad day when we criticize the President for honoring a solider who gave everything for his nation.


Olthar wrote:
Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:... He's twenty.

He's also a moron.

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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Sat Mar 16, 2013 12:48 am

Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:I need to figure out what the new powergrid is and the ratios before I make Arc 3 app.

Or apps. Still haven't decided on whether I'm sticking with the other idea as well.


Well, it's basically what you have in the OP, but add in a Charisma stat.

Points are 20/10 for students, 23/14 for staff, as far as I know.
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Postby Olthar » Sat Mar 16, 2013 12:53 am

I didn't give old EH bonuses to any of my characters. It feels like something I should give to a primary character, but neither Jojo nor S.A.M.M.E. need the points. Hell, neither of them are even using all the points they already have. Jojo has only spent 25 of his 37 points. Though, considering his new backstory with Lena, I'm considering adding a few more points into his magic. You know what? I will. It really wouldn't make sense otherwise.
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Sat Mar 16, 2013 12:54 am

Olthar wrote:I didn't give old EH bonuses to any of my characters. It feels like something I should give to a primary character, but neither Jojo nor S.A.M.M.E. need the points. Hell, neither of them are even using all the points they already have. Jojo has only spent 25 of his 37 points. Though, considering his new backstory with Lena, I'm considering adding a few more points into his magic. You know what? I will. It really wouldn't make sense otherwise.


I was really just asking because I simply wanted to know. I'm not gonna use them all either, :P.

Well, Alastor's using all, but the other two aren't.
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Postby Olthar » Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:00 am

Actually, I was mistaken. I forgot to count the magic he already did have, so he was at 32 before. Now he's 35, so he's actually pretty close to using them all. :p


Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
Olthar wrote:I didn't give old EH bonuses to any of my characters. It feels like something I should give to a primary character, but neither Jojo nor S.A.M.M.E. need the points. Hell, neither of them are even using all the points they already have. Jojo has only spent 25 of his 37 points. Though, considering his new backstory with Lena, I'm considering adding a few more points into his magic. You know what? I will. It really wouldn't make sense otherwise.


I was really just asking because I simply wanted to know. I'm not gonna use them all either, :P.

Well, Alastor's using all, but the other two aren't.

Right now, only half my characters are using all their points, and Crazy Uncle Frank only counts because he's technically a "student." :P
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:03 am

Olthar wrote:Actually, I was mistaken. I forgot to count the magic he already did have, so he was at 32 before. Now he's 35, so he's actually pretty close to using them all. :p


Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
I was really just asking because I simply wanted to know. I'm not gonna use them all either, :P.

Well, Alastor's using all, but the other two aren't.

Right now, only half my characters are using all their points, and Crazy Uncle Frank only counts because he's technically a "student." :P


Lulz.

From my characters only Alastor is using all of his points. The second has 5 general points lying around and the third has 6 magic points. Because I want to actually do something akin to 'learning' this arc. :P.
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Postby Olthar » Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:05 am

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
Olthar wrote:Actually, I was mistaken. I forgot to count the magic he already did have, so he was at 32 before. Now he's 35, so he's actually pretty close to using them all. :p



Right now, only half my characters are using all their points, and Crazy Uncle Frank only counts because he's technically a "student." :P


Lulz.

From my characters only Alastor is using all of his points. The second has 5 general points lying around and the third has 6 magic points. Because I want to actually do something akin to 'learning' this arc. :P.

Actually, if Lena were bumped up to staff, she wouldn't use all her points, either. I'd certainly give her more, but she'd only go up to 34. So really, Optimus Prime is the only one who has a full stat layout, and he's also the one I'd be most likely to give old EH bonuses to. :P
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:06 am

Olthar wrote:
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
Lulz.

From my characters only Alastor is using all of his points. The second has 5 general points lying around and the third has 6 magic points. Because I want to actually do something akin to 'learning' this arc. :P.

Actually, if Lena were bumped up to staff, she wouldn't use all her points, either. I'd certainly give her more, but she'd only go up to 34. So really, Optimus Prime is the only one who has a full stat layout, and he's also the one I'd be most likely to give old EH bonuses to. :P


He's Robot Jesus, so it's justified. -Nod-

I don't see why Lena would be staff, though. Fits more as a student if you ask me.
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Postby Olthar » Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:08 am

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
Olthar wrote:Actually, if Lena were bumped up to staff, she wouldn't use all her points, either. I'd certainly give her more, but she'd only go up to 34. So really, Optimus Prime is the only one who has a full stat layout, and he's also the one I'd be most likely to give old EH bonuses to. :P


He's Robot Jesus, so it's justified. -Nod-

Yep. :P

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:I don't see why Lena would be staff, though. Fits more as a student if you ask me.

Obviously. I was just saying.
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:09 am

Olthar wrote:
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
He's Robot Jesus, so it's justified. -Nod-

Yep. :P

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:I don't see why Lena would be staff, though. Fits more as a student if you ask me.

Obviously. I was just saying.


Right-O

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Postby Olthar » Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:12 am

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
Olthar wrote:Yep. :P


Obviously. I was just saying.


Right-O

I love troll app forms. You think you're almost done and then the bio jumps and slaps you.

Huh?
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:13 am

Olthar wrote:
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
Right-O

I love troll app forms. You think you're almost done and then the bio jumps and slaps you.

Huh?


Me: I'm almost done with this, yay.
Bio field: Nope.

I'm just making random comments, to be honest. :P.
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Postby Olthar » Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:16 am

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
Olthar wrote:Huh?


Me: I'm almost done with this, yay.
Bio field: Nope.

I'm just making random comments, to be honest. :P.

Ah. :)
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:17 am

Olthar wrote:
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
Me: I'm almost done with this, yay.
Bio field: Nope.

I'm just making random comments, to be honest. :P.

Ah. :)


I'm just trying to finish this thing before going to sleep. :P.
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Postby Olthar » Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:21 am

Name: Jeffery
Age (Actual): 7 trillion years
Age (Appears): N/A
Race: Deity
Appearance:
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Powergrid:
Strength: -31
Speed: -102
Durability: 250
Intelligence: 10
Fighting Skills: -66
Charisma: -24

Weaknesses: He's not very good in a fight.

Personality: Jeffery is a very kind and compassionate individual. He is a benevolent god who only wishes for the best. Unfortunately, he's a remarkably slow-acting god, so he's not particularly capable of affecting much, though the world has become a negligibly better place than when he started.

History: Born eons ago in an entirely different universe, Jeffery has traveled the cosmos, trying time and time again to build his perfect utopia. Unfortunately, each universe he enters gets destroyed before he can do so simply because of how slowly he implements his changes. He survives on, however, due to his invulnerable body and endeavors to simply try again in another universe.
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:23 am

Olthar wrote:Name: Jeffery
Age (Actual): 7 trillion years
Age (Appears): N/A
Race: Deity
Appearance:

Powergrid:
Strength: -31
Speed: -102
Durability: 250
Intelligence: 10
Fighting Skills: -66
Charisma: -24

Weaknesses: He's not very good in a fight.

Personality: Jeffery is a very kind and compassionate individual. He is a benevolent god who only wishes for the best. Unfortunately, he's a remarkably slow-acting god, so he's not particularly capable of affecting much, though the world has become a negligibly better place than when he started.

History: Born eons ago in an entirely different universe, Jeffery has traveled the cosmos, trying time and time again to build his perfect utopia. Unfortunately, each universe he enters gets destroyed before he can do so simply because of how slowly he implements his changes. He survives on, however, due to his invulnerable body and endeavors to simply try again in another universe.


:lol:
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:32 am

Arc 3 apps here! I guess.

Name: Alastor
Age (Actual): Fuck if I know.
Age (Appears): ... ... ...Fuck if I know.
Race: Demon
Appearance: I have no idea.
Powergrid/Powers: Lvl. 6 Intelligence
Lvl. 4 Strength
Lvl. 4 Durability
Lvl. 3 Speed
Lvl. 5 Fighting Skills
Lvl. 7 Charisma
Lvl. 10 Black Magic - From black bolts to portals, and all the shit inbetween that he's done before.
Weaknesses: I dunno, man. At the end of the day he's still mortal, I guess.
Personality: Oh he's a lovely demon. You've met him before. Business-minded and polite most of the time. Ambitious. Knows when to play his cards as well as who to not mess with. Pleasant, as long as you don't mess with him.
History: Ohhh shiiiit. This thing. Let me think.

Alastor was born on Hell a long time ago as the second child of a warlord slash philosopher, Astaroth, a demon who was as powerful as he was wise. Since his youth, Alastor had always been cunning, more clever than the rest of the demons around him, which gave him a great advantage whenenver he had to deal with them, something that eventually led to his, as humans call it, silvertongue. His father initiated him in the arts, be it the arts of philosophy or the arts of combat of all types. Regarding the former, it awakened a thirst for knowledge that would shape the demon he would become. As for the latter, what he showed great prowess for was an unique kind of combat: Magical combat. Alastor was soon found to have an affinity for the powerful black magic wielded by the demonic wizards, and so he was trained in that, his power soon becoming something to be reckoned with. To lesser results, he also took up swordfighting on the side, something he became proficient at, but not a master. Not yet.
As his powers grew, so too did his ambitions. While his father and his siblings were out fighting wars, Alastor was procuring himself allies. He knew the times would change sooner or later, and he was going to prepare for it. However, this did not go unnoticed, and soon, news of Alastor's growing number of allies reached his father's ears. The philosopher feared a coup, knowing of his child's ambitions and his prowess. Thus, he plotted Alastor's downfall with his eldest child, in order to keep this from happening.
The very next day, Astaroth was found dead in his chambers, the signs of great struggle evident within. What little evidence there was pointed towards Alastor's elder brother, Altair. Astaroth's followers turned against him and drove him away, and with no one else to occupy the seat of power, Alastor ascended, becoming the reigning warlord. Having as many allies as he did, his power was much greater than even Astaroth's, great enough to rival the might of neighboring kingdoms, which he would have been able to conquer, should he will it thus.
But he did not. Instead, he pursued a more subtle conquest. It is no secret that human beings go to Hell when they die. It has been happening for countless millenia. Humans who arrive in Hell are usually slaughtered, be it by the living creatures or by the world itself. However, Alastor knew that they brought with them knowledge from the world beyond his, and so, instead of slaughtering or capturing them, he offered them shelter, in exchange for knowledge. It was this way how his power grew even more.
Around the same time, Azazel's kingdom rose as well. Alastor's could not match it, and so, the warlord decided to become a vassal of Azazel, thus ensuring not only safety from Wrath, but safety from his enemies. It was during the time he served Wrath that he tracked down Altair and granted him one last fight, from which he emerged victorious, though not without first having both calmed down both Altair's bloodthirst and his wounded honor.
Eventually, though, Alastor grew bored simply being a vassal of Azazel, and thus, he went on his most ambitious endeavor yet: Gathering the power of thousands of demonic wizards, he opened a portal to one of Hell's moons, which he named Astaria in honor of his father who had taught him so much. It was an inhabitable moon, as his initial experiments soon revealed, and so Alastor's people moved their civilization to it. And so, within Astaria, everything continued developing under the warlord's diligent leadership.
Then one day, Belphegor showed up.
And the rest is history.
RP Sample: Hah.

Name: Depending on whether you ask him, or him some other time, he's either called Voltaire or Schwarzschild. He has an actual name but that's only his and Carmen's secret.
Age (Actual): -Shrug-
Age (Appears): Like, 20?
Race: You wouldn't be able to tell anyway.
Appearance: Well, he's tall, handsome, pale and slim, with short auburn hair and hazel eyes. Not that you'd be able to tell by looking at him, because he's determined to not let that happen. He wears a tuxedo with a not-at-all matching pink trench coat over it, black baggy pants, sandals and white socks, a plague doctor mask with a fake moustache over it and a top hat over a skin-colored head covering. He also always carries a wooden cane with him.
Powergrid/Powers:Lvl. 4 Intelligence
Lvl. 1 Strength
Lvl. 2 Durability
Lvl. 1 Speed
Lvl. 1 Fighting Skill
Lvl. 6 Charisma
Lvl. 10 What. - Notably, Voltaire- Whoops, I mean Schwarzschild, has the uncanny ability to somehow leave people utterly baffled when he wants to.
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): He's weak, useless in a fight, like his sister. In addition, he's also a bit of a coward. Unless his pride is challenged. Then he'll go and likely get his ass kicked in an effort to preserve it.
Personality: He's actually nice enough, if you get past the eccentricities. But, yeah. He's sometimes overly reliant on his sister, and speaks to himself all the time thinking she's there. He's also a bit of a coward, as stated earlier, and prideful. Can act like a smart-ass sometimes, but not usually and especially not when actual smart-asses are around, in which case he'll just chill.
History: Oh it's truly interesting and fascinating. Maybe I'll tell you about it some other time. But in short, he has a sister and they came together to Elfen High.
RP Sample: Nah. :P

Name: Lyra Longshire
Age (Actual): 16
Age (Appears): 16
Race: Human
Appearance: Like this.
Powergrid/Powers: Lvl. 3 Intelligence
Lvl. 1 Strength
Lvl. 2 Durability
Lvl. 3 Speed
Lvl. 1 Fighting Skills
Lvl. 8 Charisma
Lvl. 3 Creativity - Lyra can will what she draws into reality.
Weaknesses: At this moment, Lyra is a pretty weak human, and rather than naming her weaknesses, it would be more productive to state that her only 'strengths' are her powers of creativity and her charm, if even that.
Personality: Lyra is a quiet and shy person. She acts politely towards strangers and friends alike, and isn't a person who speaks much, unless it is to someone she considers a good friend. She usually maintains herself calm, though she gets unnerved in dark or closed spaces, or big crowds, and avoids them if at all possible. She is a kind-hearted person and cares deeply for those she considers friends. However, she also tends to keep her emotions to herself, and is somewhat melancholic.
History: Lyra Longshire was born on a cold winter night, sometime in December. Her shimmering white hair understandably surprised her parents, for neither of them had such hair, or such deep blue eyes, for that matter. Thus, even after the mother insisted that she had not cheated on her husband and slept with another man, her parents ended up divorcing. Lyra's time with them was brief, as she was given on adoption at that point, and as such, she doesn't remember almost anything about her parents, who, by the way, were both her biological parents, despite the evidence pointing otherwise.
Her foster parents were a nice enough couple who were well-off economically, and they raised the child as if she were their own. Since she was little, Lyra had always had a keen interest in art, and was always seen drawing things on paper or on the walls, instead of playing with toys or dolls or whatever. Her parents were surprised, but pleased, as this not only meant they could save up on toys, but that their child was a creative spirit.
Creative spirit was probably an accurate way to describe her. As she continued growing, so did her talent, and her passion for drawing. It did not become an obsession, but it was hobby she was rather fond of, one she practiced as often as she could without neglecting everything else. Then one day, while at school, her powers kicked in, as they undoubtedly always do. She was boredly drawing her history teacher instead of paying attention (Because screw history), and decided to poke fun at her by drawing a cockroach on her head. Surprise surprise, it materialized! Everyone was confused, as they saw it just appear. Eventually though, someone saw Lyra's drawing and put two and two together.
Now, I'm assuming magic people aren't treated as freaks anymore. Not so much, anyway, though her then boyfriend was scared by her magic, and left her, which saddened her a good deal. Anyway, when Lyra's parents learned about this, they decided to send her off to a magic school in London they'd heard about. Unfortunately, they didn't quite hear anything other than the magic school part, and so they sent the girl towards Elfen High.
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And with that, I go to sleep. Night.
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Postby Seshephe » Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:36 am

Is this better?

Name: Frida Valkyriae
Age (Actual): ?
Age (Appears): 18
Race: Valkyriae
Appearance (Picture or good description): yes
Powergrid/Powers:
INT 3
STR 5
SPD 2
DUR 5
FS 7
CHR 3
Magic;
Teleport: 3
Illusionist: 7

Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): Frida can still lose control of her illusions if she is scared. She has become distrusting of the people of EH but knows little about what has been going on in the world since she died.

Personality:
Frida is easily frightened by magic that she does not understand. She is sociable and smart but has a peculiar form of humour that most people don't quite understand, being quite nonsensical, and often making people think that she is weird. The years spent in Asgard has toughened her up and she is now much more strict and disciplined. She also follows a series of peculiar Valkyriae rituals and codes. In general she is more harsh and unforgiving. She doesn't trust the people of EH.
History: (see below)
Here she was at last. Elfen High. She could hardly believe it herself. All the legends, all the stories. Was it all true? She would find out soon enough. She had never thought of herself as someone who might end up here. Amongst mages and pixies, demon and succubus and Selene knew what other strange, unimaginable creatures. She had always known that she wasn't like everyone else, but this. The sky was dark with clouds, but luckily it was not yet raining. The gates before her looked high, dark and unwelcoming. She looked around but no one was in sight. Was this the right adress? The sequence of events that had led her here seemed very ordinary when she pondered them. True, she had never really known any other life, but she had always imagined the life of wizards and demons to be allot more exciting. The earliest memory she had was of a terrible accident. The event that had convinced her never to speak to anyone of her powers, nor show them to anyone. She had still been in kindergarten. It had been an ominous day, just like this one. Even the air smelled the same, with just a hint of salt water. She and a girl called Erika, whom she imagined she had been pretty close to at the time, had wandered of at an excursion. The other kids were all eating their sandwiches, sitting down in small groups. It was a small town near the sea and the two of them had walked up right next to a cliff. She knew they weren't supposed to be there but Erika had wanted to look at the sea. Without really knowing what she was doing she had entered her friends mind. She just wanted to know what she was thinking about. But the spell had gone wrong. Badly wrong. She could still hear Erikas screams in her dreams. The girl hadn't died they told her, though she never saw her again. She had been crippled for life. No one had ever thought to blame Frida for what had happened. Other than that her childhood had been quite peaceful and fun. She had learned to control her powers in secret, and only use them to make people happy. She never used them simply for her own selfish purposes as she thought she owed Erika that much, or at least that was what she told herself. Everything had gone well, she had friends, she got good grades and a boyfriend. She never showed anyone her powers and became quite adept at using her influence over peoples' minds so subtly that it wasn't noticeable. Until that happened. She shuddered, unwilling to think about it. Everything had gone as planned. She had gotten into the gymnasium that she wanted, the course she wanted. Her best friend Tina was in the same class and although she had just broken up with her douche of a boyfriend there were allot of nice guys in the new class. But one day the teacher had wanted her to stay late to discuss something about her grades. When they were alone he had then proceeded to touch her inappropriately and suggest that there were easier ways for her to get top grades so she wouldn't have to bother her pretty little head. Frida had flipped out completely and used her mind control without restraint. The teacher had committed suicide by jumping out of a window. There had been a huge police investigation. Luckily for Frida, when the Police had finally managed to coax the truth out of her they decided to offer her a settlement. No punishment, but she had to enrol in Elfen High. And here she was now, all alone in a strange country, with a langue she wasn't used to speaking. All her friends and family far away. She braced herself and started walking briskly up the broad gravel path that lead up to what she assumed was the entrance.

RP Sample: stuff

Name: Skuld
Age (Actual): Ageless
Age (Appears): 18
Race: Norn/Valkyriae
Appearance (Picture or good description): here
Powergrid/Powers:
INT 3
STR 5
SPD 4
DUR 5
FS 9
CHR 3
Magic;
3 Fate erased: Stun enemies for a short period of time
8 Moment to moment: Add or subtract momentum to/from objects (essentially, toss around objects)


Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): She is a valkyriae and incredibly judgemental of people who do not live according to the traditions of Asgard. She is very straightforward and even playful with her fellow Valkyriae but tends to be cold and indifferent towards others.
Personality: Easy going and fun loving when with friends and other Valkyriae she becomes like a completely different person whenever she deals with someone that is not from Valhalla.
History: She is the norn of the future.
RP Sample:

What happened to Frida you ask? Surely swallowed as such by the depths of Atlantis. Evermore to nevermore be seen. But what happened next? Where did she go? Did she forget her portmanteau? In the depths of memory three norns ponder the fate of the mortal realms. Spinning their weave of time. Let us listen.

interlude

Three dark figures were standing over the broken figure of a young girl.
"Damn it Veridelia, I told you not to get distracted by the strings. Now look what you have done! Seriously, sometimes I think you do it on purpose."
"I'm so sorry dear sis but surely one mortal more or less can't matter all too much?"
"The stipulates have still been violated, we should make it up to her" a third voice chimed in.
"You've wanted a brake for a long time anyway Veridelia, I suggest you do the churns."
"Not a chance!"
"Do I have to speak to the father?"
"You wouldn't!"
"Please, dear sisters, let us not argue. Let her decide. Let us test her will."

She didn't want to wake up. The bed was so incredibly comfortable. Yet the clock was ticking and she knew that she had to wake up. She opened an eye. How strange. She was lying on a purple floor that seemed to stretch as far into the distance as the distance would go. She stood up and looked around. No one was there. The place was simply a huge, empty room completely coloured purple. A little uneasy she cried out.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" after a few moments of silence she took a few uncertain steps forward.
"Stop! Stop that! I'm not deaf! Don't step on me!" a voice cried out from somewhere beneath her.
Stricken with surprise she looked down only to see a small purple frog and a mouse looking up at her.
"Hello there little frog and little mouse. I didn't see you there." she said, happy to find at least some sign of life.
The mouse gave out a short cry and disappeared with the sound of a balloon popping.
"Well look out where you scream, you nearly stepped on me young woman!" The frog said with great indignation.
"Pardon?" Frida said
"Well aren't we rude?" the frog replied.
Perplexed she decided to change the topic.
"Well its so very nice to see you little frog, I must say that you are the first talking purple frog that I have ever meet." she said cordially.
"What's that supposed to mean?" the frog replied and eyed her suspiciously.
"Oh, I didn't mean to offend you mister frog but I just meant that frogs don't usually speak where I come from."
"I have a name, you know." the frog replied with great indignation
"It's Fred, nice to meet you" it said sounding somewhat insulted
"Oh, it's so very nice to meet you to mister Fred." Frida said, trying to appease the odd animal.
"How do you do? It's a nice weather we have today, isn't it?"
"What weather?" the Frog replied.
"We haven't had weather here since last cup o tea at the very least."
"You haven't?" Frida replied
"No" the frog said with great satisfaction.
"And even a young inexperienced lady such as yourself ought to have a better understanding of such matters." it added smugly.
"Oh. I don't really know where I am Fred, how come everything here is purple?"
"What do you mean purple?" the frog replied
"You know, it's like everything is either purple or... or bright purple."
"You don't look purple to me, the frog replied. What's a purple anyway."
"Frida looked at herself. To her shock she did look quite purple"
"But I AM purple" she protested.
"No you're not" the frog replied stubbornly.
"I want to get out of here" she said.
The frog looked dismal.
"And I hadn't even introduced you to my family yet. Who ever cares about my point of view? Now, it's all about me, me, me these days, isn't it? Very well, follow me." it said and jumped away into into the distance. Frida started to follow it hesitantly.
"Thank you very much Fred. I'm sure your family is wonderful but I have to find my way out of here."
"It's no big deal you flatterer there. Besides, they are not so much wonderful as Carroty." the frog replied
Frida shook her head, unsure of what to make of this strange place. After they had walked on for quite a while she asked.
"Are we there yet?"
"Oh, you wanted to get there?" the Frog replied.
"Pardon me, in that case its just over there." he added, pointing at a wall just a few meters ahead of them.
"Where did the wall come from?" Frida asked perplexed.
"It's been there all along, you really ought to pay more attention young lady." the frog replied.
"Well, now that we are here all you have to do is pull the lever." the frog said and jumped off into the distance.
"Wait! I haven't even told you my name yet!" Frida screamed but the Frog was already gone.

The wall and the wire

Before her was a wall covered in levers and buttons. Tiny lights and screens flickered on and off, each begging for her attention.
"Touch me" one screen read.
"No! Me" the screen next to it read before it changed to say.
"Now only twenty days left on this offer! Press me now and get a second press for free!"
Curiouser and curiouser she thought. She walked over to a big screen that had a keyboard next to it. The screen read "Free muffins with each crow, order today!".
"I don't want a muffin or a crow, I want a way out of here." she typed on the keyboard.
"Follow the mouse" the screen read before it changed again to read.
"White mouse feed, now 120% discount, press now for more spelliwink!"
"The mouse disappeared" she said angrily out loud.
"No it didn't" the screen read.
"It just seized to really mean it"
"What do you mean, mean it?" Frida typed angrily on the keyboard.
"Freshly squeezed apple-juice, sixty pence a pound, right from the mother goats armpits!" the screen read.
"I'm getting seriously pissed, I swear that I'm going to punch you or something if you don't listen to me" Frida typed furiously on the keyboard.
"The swan is waiting and the bee is fainting" the screen read before turning into a blue screen error message.
She punched the screen as hard as she could.
"Ouch" she exclaimed and rubbed her hand.
The screen turned black and displayed the message.
"Urgent news flash! Christina Aguilera to buy new shoes for the wedding. In other news Crowley says students are safe in mysterious magic school. Experts say the cafeteria food just isn't up to par. Mysterious lights seen over tokyo."
Frustrated she started walking along the wall. The screens were all flashing equally nonsensical messages. Just then she caught a glimpse of a white mouse disappearing into the wall over by a big, old fashioned looking lever. She rushed over to the thing but the mouse was gone and she couldn't see any hint of an opening in the wall just a big display of flashing lights. Some of them seemed to display train departures, others error messages, commercials or random numbers. She walked up to the big golden lever. A finely engraved sign right next to the lever read "Pull". Well, here goes nothing Frida thought. But which way are you supposed to pull it? She walked up to it and put all of her weight against it, but it wouldn't budge. Leaning back she tried pulling it towards her but, again, it wouldn't move.
"Damn this place!" she screamed, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.
"You are worse than Elven High!" she screamed at the lever.
"You need the right message to open it you know." a tiny voice said from beneath her.
She looked down and saw the mouse looking at her with what she thought was a somewhat frightened expression.
"You're back" she exclaimed happily
The mouse recoiled slightly.
"But what do you mean message?" she added silently, to avoid upsetting it.
"You know, a message" the mouse replied patiently
"Come, the pool is this way! Follow me."
It run away from the wall towards something that looked rather like a pool of water. The pool was filled with moving things, she couldn't quite make out what they were.
"Here! The message pool. The lever will only let you pass if you have the right message you know. The message of propensity." it said pompously. Frida gave the mouse a look that said "You've got to be freaking kidding me"
When she looked closer the moving things looked kind of flat. Kind of like... e-mails. Frida started laughing hysterically. The mouse watched her with great indignation.
"You need to catch the one marked with a golden star, what are you waiting for? We haven't got all day!" it said with an impatient voice looking about itself nervously.
"Nuh uh, no way I'm jumping into a pool to fish for living e-mail messages! This day has been strange enough already."
The mouse shrugged.
"Your loss I suppose, tell the ravens if you change your mind. I haven't got time to wait right now, never got time, must run or the eagle is going to get me" it said and run away straight into the wall as abruptly as it had arrived.
Frida sighed. The messages looked like very flat fish the way they were swimming about in the pool. Searching the fishies she finally found one marked with a star. She lay down on her stomach with her hands over the edge of the purple water.
"Surely it must come close to the edge sooner or later" she thought and prepared to catch it if it did so.
Before long the message carefully swam close to her, cautiously curious. With a snap she caught the thing but it proved to be surprisingly strong and before she could as much as yell in surprise she was dragged into the ugly looking liquid. Swearing at the thing she climbed out of the pool soaking wet and examined the floundering sheet. Open! She said.
"I don't want to" it replied.
"I've gone through quite enough crazy for one day, so help me Haruhi, talking or not I swear I'm going to rip you apart if you don't do as I say" Frida shouted hysterically.
"Okay, okay, chill lady." the message said appeasingly.
"So you want to go to the forbidden forests huh? Nice choice of a vacation, you could just have pressed screen 351 you know, would've saved you all this trouble but what do I know I'm just a simple message, right? Hardly worth noting what I have to say, nosiree, it's not. Oh! Right, you wanted to know what to do, right? Just pull the lever." it said stoically.
"That's what the sign said to!" Frida screamed at the two dimensional piece of data.
"Not my fault little lady, procedure is procedure after all, can't skip vital steps after all, what would the world come to? What would the world come to?"
Angrily Frida threw the message into the pool and marched up to the lever again cursing whatever Gods had put her in this place. She didn't care if it was Crowley himself, she would find them and she would murder them. With all her might she pulled the lever. It didn't budge.
"Pull!" she yelled at it.
"And a good morning to you to." the lever replied.
"No? No one ever wishes me a good morning, oh no. I'm just a lever, who would bother to be courteous to poor old me? Well maybe I have feelings to you know, ever consider that?" the lever said with great repose.
"Get stuffed" Frida replied.
"Such rudeness! I say, the youth of today!" the lever muttered as it moved forward.
A tiny little door opened up in the wall.
"How am I supposed to get through that?" Frida asked the lever.
"You are not so long as you remain so bloated and inefficient" the lever replied.
"Here, try this package" it said as some sort of black box came flying at the young woman out of nowhere.
It was a screen. With a swish that made her recoil it stopped dead right in front of her.
"Decompress?
Yes No"
the screen read.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" Frida asked rather disconcerted.
"Nothing, you've lost your mouse." the lever replied.
Kicking the screen Frida started running towards the hole in the wall, attempting to kick it as well. However, the closer she got the slower she seemed to move. Finally she was stuck a few inches from the wall, locked into an eternal kicking motion.
"So this is how I die." Frida thought miserably.
"How undignified."
Then all of a sudden she was standing in the middle of a forest.

Caring thought

Before her was a lush forest of a strange kind that she could not quite place. Some trees looked like oaks, some like pines and other still like palms or exotic jungle trees. In front of her was a dark and winding path across which she could see foot and hoof prints of all kinds and sizes. In the distance she could see a white mouse disappearing.
"Hey! Wait for me!" she screamed but the mouse seemed to be out of earshot because it just kept running.
"Just my luck" she thought
"I wonder what happened to everyone? Am I dead? This is nothing like the hell they described in the books." she pondered.
"Sure is starting to become quite painfully odd though." she thought as she walked along the winding path.
She came upon a place where the path diverged into two different paths. In the middle there was a sign. It read "This way spelliwink, that way spelliwank."
"Caw, caw, caw. Do you think that she needs some help?" came a sound from her right.
She looked to her right but the only thing that she could see was a big black raven.
"Caw, caw, she looks lost does she not?" came a voice from the left.
She turned around and again saw a big raven sitting on a tree branch above her head. The flapping of wings filled the air around her.
"Caw, caw, caw" the ravens cried as they flew over her and landed on the sign.
"Where are you headed to young lady?" the raven to the right said.
"I was following a white mouse" she said cautiously.
"But he disappeared" she added.
"Well perhaps he didn't want to be with you, hmmm, if he's so eager to get away from you perhaps we ought not to help you find him eehh?" the raven to the left said accusingly.
"He told me to tell uhm... ravens... uhm... if I had changed my mind. You are ravens aren't you?"
"Hmmm.... maybe we are and maybe we aren't." the Raven to the left said.
"What business is it of yours?"
"Well I need to know, don't I? If I'm going to tell you."
"Caw, caw, caw, she has has a point" the raven to the right said.
"So have you?"
"Have I what?"
"Changed your mind of course silly human"
"Oh, yes, yes I think so."
"This won't do!" the Raven to the left said.
"We have to test her first. To see if she is bluffing!"
"Why would I be bluffing" Frida asked angrily.
"What is it that you desire?" the Raven to the right said.
"I want to get out of here!" Frida said
"Aaaah but why?" the Raven to the left asked slyly.
"I don't know. To get on with my life I guess."
"And what do you desire in life?" the raven to the right asked.
"I don't know! What business is it of yours?"
"Oh, none at all" the Raven to the right answered.
"I was just curious is all."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Are you going to help me or not?"
"Before you are two paths." the raven to the left answered.
"I can see that!"
"One leads to the alleater." the raven to the left said
"And one leads to the the queen that won't eat cake." the raven to the right said
"Which one will you take?"
"I don't know, which one is which?" she asked.
"Both roads lead to what your heart desires" the raven to the right said.
"But one goes past your worst fear and one goes directly but the bridge is broken." the raven to the left said.
"I just want to go home!" Frida screamed.
"Then follow me." the crows said in unison and flew off in different directions. Each along one of the paths.
Frida sighed and looked at the sign. Then she heard a squeak from one of the bushes. She watched as the mouse ran out of a bush.
"The man has seen us! It's only a matter of time now. Oooh the eagle, can't be seen by the eagle, must run, terribly sorry." it said and scurried along the left path.
Frida didn't even bother to try to tell it to stop this time but simply tried to keep up with it.

an insincere brawl

She quickly lost sight of the mouse though. Her running eventually slowed until she was again walking at a slow pace. Was it just her imagination or was the day becoming darker? More ominous. It seemed that there were eyes watching her from every dark shadow and bush. Shrinking a little she continued onwards. She thought that she could hear the roars of wild animals and the terrified screams of dying prey but the sound was always just weak enough that she couldn't be sure if it was just her imagination. Then suddenly she came upon a fox, standing over something small and white. As soon as it saw her the fox darted off into the forest. As she got closer the mangled body turned out to be the white mouse. She ran over to the poor thing. It was quite dead.
"Caw, caw, caw" she heard from her left.
"So goes the cycle, life for death, death for life" the raven said ominously.
"Who are you?" Frida asked
"The better question is who are you?"
"I'm Frida Adolphsson, now please tell me who you are."
"Ah, but the woman you speak of lie dead in front of my brothers feet. If truly you were that woman why do you speak to me?"
"I'm dead?"
"It would seems so, though the Norns deny it."
"Norns?"
"Tell me Valkyria."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Tell me of your quest. Why comest thou here to test the will of my father and brother?"
"I don't know why I am here. At one moment I was... I even visited Asgard! Hah! You are Hugin or Munin are you not?"
"Ah, well guessed jester, but pray can you pry if thither is thou that by me her fate shall have tried?" the bird replied
"I'm sorry, kind raven I'm afraid that I have no idea what you are talking about. I don't know very much about norse mythology."
"Thought in the morning winds fly. Feeling follows nearby. Carrion they both spy. The first damnation cry the other brings valour on high.
Hugin och Munin var morgon flyga ut över världen vida jag ängslas för Hugin att ej åter han kommer, dock bekymras jag mera för munin." the bird chanted.
"Which am I?" he finished.
"You must be Hugin" she said, her spirit sinking a little.
"Correct."
"So I'm damned then? What will happen to me?"
"Contrariwise you began at the beginning and made your way towards the end. Young ring bearer in the relm of Urd, if you wish to get anywhere, you needs must start at the end and head for the beginning."
"What?"
"Tell my brother hi" the raven said and flew away.
Remembering a verse from Through the looking glass Frida thought that perhaps she ought to walk backwards to appease the bird. So she did so. Soon the ground started to quake and shake violently under her feet. A little frightened she yet continued onwards. Soon she came upon a clearing. Below her was a valley and in it was the queerest of sights. Three giants were all fighting in the strangest way. As they moved about their massive weights shook the ground. Each of them had a knife and all of them looked slyly on the others as if none of them were suspecting to be attacked. Yet they all kept fumbling with the knifes and clumsily trying to stab each other as they were slowly moving about in a circle. None of them seemed to really try to kill each other but all of them seemed to want to convince the others that they intended to kill. Too scared to keep walking backwards Frida ran as fast as she could away from the valley along the path ahead of her. Before long she came to a place with several stones set in a circle. In the middle of the circle a big stone stood and on top of it sat a gleaming sword. The thing looked quite mesmerising. Captivated Frida walked up to the sword and touched it, sliding her hand along its fresh silken surface. A dark growl interrupted her musings. She screamed and spun around. There before her were two huge black wolves, each showing their teeth in an insidious grin.
"Defend yourself Valkyrie." the first one said.
"For we are hungry." the other one said
"Odin drinks all day and Gram he threw in the woods to rust. Never meat, never bread he takes. His stomach now hungry is thirsting for flesh. Come, show us the meat that would challenge a god. Come you blessed by Kronos muses, Gram thirsts for the blood of the world. Putt Gram once more against teeth and claw, let us test willing greed against willing flesh and should your fortune be good let the world eater sleep." they said in unison.
Frida spun around and desperately grabbed the sword. Her entire being seemed to pulsate with an unknown force. She turned around to face the wolves who were now circling her. One of them jumped at her, mouth open and claws striking. She spun the sword around and pointed it at the wargs neck. With a sickening sound the sword penetrated the neck. The wolf fell over on top of Frida, dead. She tried to get up but the wolf was too heavy. The other wolf howled and jumped at her, ready to bite into her exposed skull. She grabbed the handle of Gram, which had been pushed into the soft soil by the force of the wolves trust and before she realised what had happened the carcass of the first wolf flew of her and hit the other wolf right in the head. With an adrenaline fuelled rage she jumped on top of the confused warg and killed it with a quick blow through the spine.
The wolf fell dead to the ground next to its brother. Then a green glow surrounded the dead wolves as a ravens cry could be heard far off in the distance.
"Caw, caw, caw"
To her terror the wolves got again, despite their terrible injuries and bowed to her.
"Truly Valkyriae well done. You have pardon to continue. Take Gram, bring it to the old one, and accept our humble blessing on your way." they said in unison before slowly fading away into smoke and nothingness.
Unsure what to do Frida bowed. She looked down shiny object in her hand. It was beautifully ornamented with two ravens at the ends of the guard and what looked like an eye in the middle. It seemed to pulsate with some kind of energy. Then she heard voices coming out of the woods. It seemed to her a friendly kind of banter but she could not make much sense out of it.
"Oh, you know how he hates it when you leave the dishes to dry dear old chap." a strange looking man with a pipe, a big brown bears and a diaper said as the party appeared from the forest. They were all dressed in the most peculiar sort of clothes. Some looked like they were wearing animal skins, others old fashioned 18th century Sunday dresses, others Roman uniforms and others still looked like punk-rockers with piercings, tattoos and weird haircuts.
"Oh, how most delightful wouldn't you say dear chap? It looks just like we found another little dearie for our Sunday picking. It gets so awfully chilly on the west side, wouldn't you say?"
A man wearing what looked like the headdress of a British judge and the jacket of a skydiver interrupted the man who had been talking.
"Excuse me Albert, aren't you forgetting your manners? Besides, it's pickning, not picking."
"Oh, but of course, what was I thinking." he said and extended a hand to Frida.
"My dearest young lady, would you be so kind as to attend our evening refreshments? I shan't take no for an answer you know"
"Yeah! Come join us for din-din" two short chubby boys dressed in divers suits cheered.
"I'm afraid I don't really have time for that, you see I have something terribly important to do." Frida replied unsure whom to look at.
"This absolutely can not be obliged!" a stern looking man in a frock coat said.
"The lady needesbe by the bumblebee tree by the banshees bullocks I say. Foresee if she be by the bumblebee tree, why, wouldn't they like to be beasted." he continued
"But quadrille is not free for the whales in the sea when they tither the tea on the waves they must bounce and be yonder. And if only a bee they could eat with the tea well see wouldn't they love to be bothered?"
"You speak nonsense" the first man replied.
"Hardly, I put at least an ounce of meaning in it, I did" the man replied sternly.
"Time!" screamed the two boys in the divers suits and everyone screamed and ran away in different directions leaving poor Frida quite alone in the clearing.
All of a sudden she could see a dark wall approaching from all directions. Raising an eyebrow she merely stood there until it engulfed her.


Presently speak we shall not any more of travels through dreamweld and Tell. Of dragons and mad-fear and eagle and swan there is time yet for vala and völv. But for now, let us see what events would unfold at the wellspring in Ygrasils shade. Frida emerged from the giant mushroom clad in a velvet red and purple robe and looking rather like she was about to punch someone in the face. The outfit looked somewhat overly pompous on the young girl, in the right hand she was still holding on to Gram with a white cramping grip. As appearances would have it, a rather ominous circumstance for the three old grey-hared women standing in front of the young girl.
"Well done!" the first exclaimed, rather a bit overly dramatic.
"Our tests you have passed!" the second one said, not terribly much less overly dramatically.
"Ah, to hell with this, go shove something up ya'r rear ends the both of ya!" the third one said and stormed off.
Frida gave the two remaining women a look that said "Somebody better explain this shit soon or that old lady is going to have her wishes more than answered"
"Don't mind that old hag." the first one said, sporting a smile fit for a proboscis.
"I'm Skuld! Nice to meet you" she said.
"And I'm Urd" the other one said, in rather a more reserved tone.
"Great! Now please explain to me what all that!" she gestured with Gram in the direction of the mushroom, which by now had been replaced by an odd looking yellow boot.
"Oh, don't be silly dear. Don't mind that old stuff. What's important is what happens now." Skuld said, looking happy as a puppy.
"We've got ourselves a new sister, don't we! It was ages ago, that old stooge Oden hasn't allowed us to get any new Valkyrie for oh, I don't know, a THOUSAND years? Not that anyone's counting. Poor old chap doesn't like change." she shook her head looking melodramatically worried.
Urd threw her sister a suspicious look.
"You didn't plan this, did you Skuld?" she said.
"Come, let me show you Valhalla!" Skuld continued overly enthusiastically, ignoring her sister.
"Been here before." Frida replied with disinterest.
"Why am I here anyway?"
"Didn't we tell you already? You died, big whoop, we saved you, we're like your heroes or something, saved you a whole lot of toil down there in hell to, big place that, you really ought to be thankful." Skuld said without so much as pausing for breath.
The two women seemed to have grown allot younger in the time that they had been talking. "Follow me, we must introduce you to your new father." skuld said, taking Fridas hand. Before she knew it she was introduced to the disinterested looking old man. She could have sworn that one of the old Ravens by his side had blinked at her. She was sitting at a long table, with people eating and drinking in the most obscene manner imaginable.

Frida had no idea how much time she spent in Valhalla. The days were hard to measure, she wasn't even sure there were days, though sometimes it seemed to be darker outside than others. Months, perhaps years, went by as she trained her skills with her magical sword Gram. She grew quite fond of her sisters and in time learned to adopt the rather harsh, ritualistic and loyal views of the Valhalla Valkyriae. Skuld was her constant companion, for some reason the overly enthusiastic woman seemed to have taken a special liking to her. The only one of the Valkyriae that she never again meet was Veridaelia, the one that had run off when she first arrived in Valhalla. She was later told that Veridaelia for some reason had been very angry that Frida had been allowed to become a Valkyriae. Eventually she would find out. But that is a story for another time.
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Postby Ende » Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:48 am

Name: Ivy Michaelson
Age (Actual): 28
Age (Appears): 16 (eternally)
Race: Human
Height: 5'4
Appearance: Here.
Powergrid/Powers:
STR: 0
DUR: 3
INT: 3
SPD: 3
CHR: 6
FS: 9
Level 9 Plant Manipulation
Level 5 Regeneration
Weaknesses: Ivy has severe PTSD related to Heaven. She's also rather overemotional at times, and can be easily swayed at times. Also, fiercely protective of Calliel and Richard - she would sacrifice herself in a heartbeat for them.
Personality: Ivy is cheerful and upbeat for the majority of the time - sometimes slightly depressed, but that's a lingering side effect of her participation in the Abrahamic War and the events leading up to it. Asides from that, though, she's relatively sensitive and generally somewhat amiable.
History: Pfft, you know this. Lived out in the country, was ridiculously naive up until 16, when her parents (son of Demeter and a naiad, respectively) sent her to EH, not knowing the consequences - she died there, ended up in Heavensgate, and then, on the return, landed directly into the action leading up to the Abrahamic War. Of course, due to the isolation, she had broken inside somewhat. Of course, the events of Arc 2 didn't help - she was shot, tortured, and, really, beaten up in pretty much every way imaginable. After she miscarried (and it was fixed by Richard), she came to the realization that perhaps it would be best if she left to actually go out and live her life for a while. Taking Calliel with her, she left. She managed to recover (a lot), spending a few years away from the school, off in the country.
RP Sample: Why do we still have this field?
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Postby Olthar » Sat Mar 16, 2013 1:52 am

Ende wrote:
Name: Ivy Michaelson
Age (Actual): 28
Age (Appears): 16 (eternally)
Race: Human
Height: 5'4
Appearance: Here.
Powergrid/Powers:
STR: 0
DUR: 3
INT: 4
SPD: 3
CHR: 6
FS: 8
Level 9 Plant Manipulation
Level 3 Regeneration
Weaknesses: Ivy has severe PTSD related to Heaven. She's also rather overemotional at times, and can be easily swayed at times. Also, fiercely protective of Calliel and Richard - she would sacrifice herself in a heartbeat for them.
Personality: Ivy is cheerful and upbeat for the majority of the time - sometimes slightly depressed, but that's a lingering side effect of her participation in the Abrahamic War and the events leading up to it. Asides from that, though, she's relatively sensitive and generally somewhat amiable.
History: Pfft, you know this. Lived out in the country, was ridiculously naive up until 16, when her parents (son of Demeter and a naiad, respectively) sent her to EH, not knowing the consequences - she died there, ended up in Heavensgate, and then, on the return, landed directly into the action leading up to the Abrahamic War. Of course, due to the isolation, she had broken inside somewhat. Of course, the events of Arc 2 didn't help - she was shot, tortured, and, really, beaten up in pretty much every way imaginable. After she miscarried (and it was fixed by Richard), she came to the realization that perhaps it would be best if she left to actually go out and live her life for a while. Taking Calliel with her, she left. She managed to recover (a lot), spending a few years away from the school, off in the country.
RP Sample: Why do we still have this field?

Wow. Ivy's got a great rack. I'd love to motorboat that. :P
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Postby Olthar » Sat Mar 16, 2013 2:04 am

I just realized that none of my characters really leave opportunity for lesbians. Thus, S.A.M.M.E. will be a lesbian AI. Why? Because Jojo is a pervert and programmed her that way. :P
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Postby Constaniana » Sat Mar 16, 2013 6:14 am

Olthar wrote:I just realized that none of my characters really leave opportunity for lesbians. Thus, S.A.M.M.E. will be a lesbian AI. Why? Because Jojo is a pervert and programmed her that way. :P

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Postby Erinkita » Sat Mar 16, 2013 6:33 am

Name: "The Baby"
Age (Actual): 5,136
Age (Appears): Indeterminable
Race: Demihuman ghost
Appearance: The Baby appears as a swirling semi-solid cloud of mutable size and shape. Its colour ranges from light grey to yellow-green. It will sometimes put out appendages to to grapple or impale. Occasionally the vague suggestion of a face can be made out.
Powergrid/Powers: Intelligence: 0
Strength: 10
Durability: 9
Speed: 1
Charisma: 0
Fighting Skills: 0
Magic: Energy projection 10. The Baby is capable of devastating concussive psychic blasts.
Weaknesses: It's incapable of reasoning or strategy. Its spectral form disappears at dawn as it briefly comes back to life and dies again, requiring Sisitu to re-summon it.
Personality: It's a mindless beast of rage incapable of distinguishing between friend and foe. It's under Sisitu's magical control when summoned, but that only allows her to direct its destruction at specific targets. Complex tasks are beyond it. It recognises its mother and if it were ever out of her binding, it probably wouldn't hurt her, but nothing is certain.
History: The Baby was conceived in a Sumerian barley field by a fisherman's son and a priestess sworn to chastity. Ater refusing the gods' offer of redemptionthrough suicide, she was cursed with immortality. As a consequence, the baby returns to life every dawn only to die immediately after. After millennia of this, it has grown into a vicious rage-filled monster. Sisitu first discovered she could summon it in 1580 when she used it to destroy the gods which had cursed her. She has called upon it regularly ever since.
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