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« on: June 01, 2017, 08:06:20 pm »
__________________QUICK STATSName Thomas Smith or, Lune. Usually Lune Age 30's Gender Male Species Human - Lycan Ethnicity Aedolian Height 6'2" Occupation Cafe Owner Residence Haviah __________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPhysical DescriptionLune is a tall man, a messy mop of a fauxhawk on his head. He has a slightly pointed face with almond shaped eyes and a straight nose. He's gaining his laughlines slowly (and with pride) and despite his job he's built and fit. Of course he is. In the most vain place in the galaxy it would be a shame for a cafe owner to be doughy. Along his body are blue lines with arrows through them, a dare while drunk that he followed through with. He is completely colourblind, seeing the world in grays and he has one blue eye and one brown. When he is transformed, he's a mutty-brown colour and he retains the same pink mohawk. Though he keeps himself as human as can be. Personality Lune is a polite jokester that, perhaps, doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut. Sometimes it gets him into trouble and sometimes it doesn't. Depends on who can take a joke. He's pushy and has a very alpha state of being, not afraid to tell people what to do or how to do something. Magic/Abilities Lune is a reflectivist which means basically, to psychics he doesn't exist (after a fashion). As such, he has a watchful eye on him and makes sure to keep himself transparent because his mind cannot be read. He can also turn into a giant snarling beast and once in a blue moon ( literally ) he can't control it and locks himself under the cafe in a specially designed room to keep him inside. ( He lives in an apartment above the cafe) Relationships Wife and daughter - deceased History Lune was very normal. Sorta. Met a girl. Fell in love. Had a daughter. They were killed ( by accident ) when a building collapsed. He was very young when all of that happened- early twenties at least. So, he likes the quiet life and simply runs a coffee shop. LUNE'S COFFEE SHOP It's a quiet little place ( because of how well insulated it is ) that serves coffee's, some food and offers a little selection of Honest To Goodness paper books. There is, of course, a deposit if you want to read the books but you get that back if they're returned in good condition. __________________THREAD TRACKERCurrent ThreadsComplete Threads
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« on: March 10, 2017, 10:29:01 pm »
__________________QUICK STATSName Seiteki Tora Age Looks to be late twenties. Is in fact, very old Gender Female Species Mostly Human Ethnicity Old timey-serenian Height 5'10" Occupation Pilot Residence Haviah __________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPhysical Description Seiteki has a strange 'aura'. She's lovely to look at with piercing blue eyes PersonalityMagic/Abilities - Telepathy - Seiteki's is well trained and she's good at sending a single line to someone to say something. Talking is another manner and she has some trouble holding full conversations. Telekinesis - A sledgehammer. If she wants to move a cup, the whole room shifts. Obviously she does not use this. Electrokinesis - One of her best abilities, she's not good at the fine details herself, but she's good at explaining it and is probably one of the most talented electrokinetics among the Pilots. Because of her ability to extend her knowledge beyond her own use of electrokinesis, she usually tends to electrokinetic candidates and has not - as of yet - lost a single one. Seiteki's own brand of Electrokinesis is hard and powerful. Though she's never let on just how powerful she can be. Whiro knows. Mentoring - Seiteki is a talented mentor. Instead of just being a Pilot that Teachers, Seiteki becomes - or tries to - become a parental figure. She tries to keep up with her past candidates to the best of her ability. RelationshipsWhiro - Her dragon. A large black male that is almost as old as she is. He has personally fathered many of the dragons that are out and about. Has a slight obsession with getting baths and having his toes cleaned. HistoryBorn when Adela was a place and raised in the castle. Then five millenia happened and now here she is! __________________THREAD TRACKERCurrent ThreadsComplete Threads
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« on: February 09, 2017, 06:05:37 am »
"Tix!"
Varali hissed to her wee little rodent.
Things always went bad when she tried to keep him in the apartment. There was always some way for the little thing to sneak out and at this point in her life she wouldn't be surprised if the little shit teleported. A streak of orange off to the side and Varali gave an irritated stretch of her wings.
"He's very well trained, he'd never run away," she mimiced herself to.. herself. Ah. There. Little orange brat was right there. Staring at her. A little butt wiggle and Varali rose a hand. 'Don't you dare,' She started, staring at the rodent.
A defiant look from big soulful eyes. A butt wiggle to indicate that he was anout to jump...
"Tix!" Varali's little wings snapped closed to her back when she snarled out the word... Because Tix had landed himself on someone's head. Still, she rushed forward, frowning, "Can you please grab that rodent and hold onto him?" She requested to the humanoid landing pad, flushed with embarrassment and anger.
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« on: February 08, 2017, 04:05:18 pm »
__________________QUICK STATSName Varali Orion Age 26 Gender Female Species Fae/harpy/human (like 80% human) Ethnicity Libran, primarily Height 5'6" Occupation Tech Specialist "Have you tried turning it off and on again?" Residence Apartment in the Citadel __________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPhysical Description Varali is a pretty little thing. Her hair is lavender and blue and she keeps it back in a loose pony unless she's out doing a job. Then it's in a tight bun at the back of her head. She's pale with rosy cheeks and rosy lips and lovely teal green eyes. For the most part she has an average body shape. Despite her harpy ancestry - which did little but lend her a pair of vestigial wings - she has regular people feet. She has, of course, considered getting the wings amputated for convenience sake but, for the most part she's had no problems with them. Personality Varali is kind. Unfortunately so. The candidate program gave her the ability to be a hard ass when she needs to be but she never lost her kindness. Perhaps it was the ability to talk to plants and animals. She is a chatty thing, perhaps a little nervous but deep down, she's kind and just wants what's best for everyone. The one thing that candidacy did really bash into her skull was that rank was everything and she shows proper respect. Varali is bad at being mouth, has the patience of a saint and it's either been a very bad day or whomver she's talking to is really annoying to get her to snap. Magic/Abilities A talented Telepathic, her abilities extend past humanoids and she can even communicate with plants and animals. Varali is a talented fauna and florapath and while for the most part they're not the most useful abilities she's made use of them to be best of her ability. Plants are her guard dogs (or at least they can 'tell' her when someone's been around) and animals tell her secrets. (Watch out if you own a cat and forgot to feed it.) Varali is also an involuntary Psychometric with very good accuracy. She can see, hear and basically experience someone else's experience by touching something, she's been trained but unless it's dire she doesn't use it and wears gloves so she doesn't overload herself with other peoples imprints - Again, it's involuntary and her touching something makes it happen. She's never been able to control it. RelationshipsHer dragon, Doeshe. Doeshe is an older dragon, a little big larger than an elephant. His lower jaw is biomechanical along with one full arm to his shoulder blade. Doeshe, except for the metal bits, is completely white. He is an old dragon and, like Varali, he's oddly kind. Doeshe treats his Pilot a lot like he's a grandfather and isn't afraid to butt into her business and offer his unsolicited two cents. While some dragons choose to ignore their Pilots social lives... Doeshe is very interested in Varali's. Tix a graduation gift from her parents, Tix is a strange outworld sort of fox/squirrel that is very well trained. For her. He doesn't listen to anyone else worth a lick but he'll do handstands and make Varali pancakes if he can manage. He's a constant companion and when he's in danger of being found, he hides in her shirt. Tix refuses to stay in the apartment and will sneak out when he can. Other than her dragon and Tix, Varali keeps to herself - everyone else is just an acquaintance. History Born to a mid level couple Varali's life was very average... Until she started to talk to rats. Sure, only she could hear their replies but... It still worried her parents and they shuffled her off check to make sure it was psionics and not that their daughter was... Off. It was, indeed and at the tender age of 14 she was off to be trained to be a Pilot. The training wasn't easy but it wasn't massively difficult. Varali's psychometry didn't really kick in until she was about 16 and learning how to control that was almost impossible for her so she began to wear gloves. For the most part, Varali was proud to become a Pilot and she feels blessed to have been chosen by Doeshe. Life is simple (sorta) and she stays away from most things that involve being noticed. __________________THREAD TRACKERCurrent ThreadsComplete Threads
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« on: February 07, 2017, 07:47:42 pm »
__________________QUICK STATSName Beauregard, Beau. Gard. Pilot Nocturnus. Catguy. Age 34 Gender Male Species Amariah Ethnicity Acceptable Height 6'6" Occupation Drill instructor Residence Haviah __________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPhysical Description Beauregard is a large man. He's broad shouldered, slim wast and generally just... Large. He's tall - not counting his ears - and Beau is fit. He finds himself unwilling to discontinue his physical abilities simply because he can make a steel pipe into a pretzel with his mind. As an Amariah he is, basically, a human with cat ears and tail. Still, a few features cross over. His hair is long and black, the ears on top of his head can swivle and -unfortunately for him - are a tell-tale sign of what he's feeling. His tail is long and furred, reaching the ground and curling slightly so it doesn't drag on the ground. His skin is tanned and his eyes are cornflower blue. He has no tattoos and very few scars - scars mean you got hit. His hair is long, probably too long, silkiy black that goes to his waist. He pulls his hair back from his face to tie it behind his head but lets the rest remain loose. Beauregard means real business when he ties it back - sort of a calm before the storm. For attire, it's mostly casual tanks and jeans unless he's in uniform or teacher. Beauregard hates wearing shoes and takes them off whenever he has the chance. PersonalityAlways up for a good time, he isn't kind but he isn't mean. Beauregard treats everyone sort of 'how they want to be treated'. If they're kind to him, he's kind in turn. If he gets attitude, they get it back. Of course rank and such don't come into this but when it's actual people and not a rank, it's different. Beauregard falls into a 'pack' mentality easily and while he finds himself a bit of an Alpha, he's good enough at pushing his instincts down and showing his belly when he needs to. He does what he can for the students he gets. Most of the time he works them until they cry but if they ask for help, he'll give it. He's here to help them pass and become good Pilots, not to grind their bones into dust to butter his bread. Magic/AbilitiesAs a not-human, Beauregard has heightened senses. His sense of smell is excellent and sometimes an awful burden. He can smell almost everything that makes someone's hormones change. Fear. Arousal. The salt of unshed tears. He can also smell when 'that time of the month' happens - but is polite and doesn't mention it. Along with his sense of smell, his hearing is good and he can move his ears around to catch sounds better. He is also capable of leaping very high - at least ten feet and dropping from double that while landing on his feet. He's built very sturdy and while he's big all over he's quite the acrobat. The reason's he's a Pilot is that he is also a psychic. He's excelled in telekinesis. Beauregard can do many things at once. He's hard to distract and he's very good at multitasking. His telepathy is decent and his mental defenses are kinda like the rest of him - buff. He has no other abilities worth mentioning or worth growing with so, he's done the best to be amazing at what he can to. Telekinesis and pull ups. RelationshipsProbably has some. HistoryBeauregard is the first in his family. All tall, broad buff people. They kept their blood line 'pure' and he's probably, also, on some registry so he too can have pure babies. Not that he cares, really. His candidacy went average, of course he excelled where he chose and Beau wasn't the most amazing, but he was good at what he wanted to be good at. Usually pull ups. Nothing much interesting happened with him. He's grow to dislike some of his job, but... It's his life. He's 'business as usual' in regards to recent events. If they let a few incidents break their ranks, they weren't very sturdy ranks to begin with. __________________THREAD TRACKERCurrent ThreadsComplete Threads
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« on: February 06, 2017, 09:52:04 pm »
SUPER OLD DRAWING OF REMI Right here__________________Q uick Stats Name Remi Talbotte Name Meaning -- Nick-names None Age 39 Gender Male Sexual Orientation Not interested. (Pansexual though.) Single or Taken? Widower (also single) Species Faerie/Human Height 6'0" Weight 180 Eye Color Pink Hair Color ‘Sunflower’ yellow Affiliation Aedolis Religion None Occupation Pilot Noble Birth Place Haviah Location Citadel Finished Threads Current Threads __________________I n-Depth Stuff Physical Description Remi would look very androgenous if he didn’t have a large diagonal X scar across his face which brings out his masculing features. Though, the only thing androgenous about Remi would have been his face, while his shoulders aren’t broad, they’re wider than his hips. If someone were to catch him naked, they’d see that his torso was covered in scars, not so much as many little ones, but a few large ones. The nastiest of the scars lies in from his left shoulder to his right hip, a present from his own Dragon. Khuno. Unfornately, that would left him with only one nipple; his right one. His skin is tanned and he has possibly the brightest natural hair colour. It is sunshine yellow and hangs around his face in a shaggy mess, his eyes are pink and he's generally scowling. Personality: Remi tries to be tough and shelled. A strong front would make him a strong person. The thing he came away with from being a candidate would be that his self and his pilot job were two different things. Generally the “Pilot Remi” is quiet, fairly grumpy and distanceses himself from what he’s doing, people he knows and gets the job done. Since the death of his wife, Remi is usually in ‘Pilot mode’ because actual Remi mode would be him withering away. ‘Actual Remi’ who is curled up in a ball in the far corners of his mind, was a joking happy young man. Hardly a pilot, the difference between the two ‘personalities’ was obvious, but more and more the line is being blurred and the quiet sullen young man is becoming Remi. Weaknesses: Personal questions, bringing up his wife, being bored. Strengths: Remi is average in most things. His physical ability is fairly good, and his mental abilities are more subtle and glamour than brute force and knocking the other psychic away and put him out. Likes: Izzy (his daughter), simple food, his bed, sleeping, Dislikes: Being im-*muffled* Magic/Abilities Remi is a psychic. Because of his Fae heritage, he cannot out-right lie, though he can ‘lie’ by giving another truth. His psychic skills also are heavily with going into someones brain and tweeking with their senses. He can make himself and specific things seem invisible to average psychics who do defensive things and normal humans. He’s strong with telepathy and has average telekinetic powers. FamilyWife - Human - Izyasica- Deceased Daughter- 3/4 human, 1/4 fae - Izzy (Isabelle) (17 1/2) - candidate Mother-In-Law - Deceased Father-In-Law - Deceased Mother - Faerie - Lourienne - Living in Haviah. Raising Izzy. Father - Human - Brock - Living in Haviah. Raizing Izzy. Friends: None. His daughter? Foes: None, though he finds most people very, very annoying. History: Born to a Fae mother and a human father, Remi looks more like his fae mother, though he gained his fathers height. At an early age the half-breed detested what he looked like, also, showing early sighs of telekinesis he was placed on the list for possible candidates. When he got to the ATC at a fresh eyeed thirteen, Remi was already a rather surly young boy. Teased because he had elegant pointed ears, bright yellow hair and pastel pink eyes. It wasn’t until he was sixteen that he met the woman he was going to marry, Izyasica. Though they were mentored by the same person, their mentor never had them work together because they were on very different mental levels personality and maturity wise. Izyasica met Remi after he’d cut off the points of his ears, bleeding, shaking and crying silently in the dead of night. Instead of taking him to the infimiriary she hovered by him and helped him patch himself up after the bout of self mutilation. Their mentor found them together, noticed that Remi was missing half of his ears, but didn’t question it. The closer and closer they grew together the more irritated their mentor became. In a bout of ‘how does this feel’, their mentor made Izyasica cut Remi’s face, giving him the scars he sports to this day. As a reminded of ‘you’re a pilot, falling in love is going to suck if you can help it don’t do it.’ The two couldn’t help it, and luckily they both passed and became pilots. A few months before Remi gained his very first candidate, when he was aged twenty-one, he and Izyasica got married. Despite the odd look of his candidate both pilots were charmed by the strange alien and Izyasica lent the boy a helping hand when he stumbled. Remi was the scary Pilot Pillar of Doom when he had to be, and Izyasica was always the little hand that pushed and pulled. A year and a half after they got married, Izyasica became pregnant, both were very very happy. Nine months later she gave birth to Izzy who immdiatly attached herself to the candidate who seemed more like family than a candidate who could still possibly fail. Though neither Remi nor Izyasica would let the candidate fail, not after getting so attached. Then Izyasica died. On a mission, her dragon came back without her and told them the news. Put images in Remis head of her broken mutilated body, of course he broke down completely. A few days after that Remi took his daughter to live with his parents in mid-level Haviah. His candidate got pushed to graduate, which he did, and Remi slowly grew more quiet, more reclusive. Eventually, a long time down the road, the candidate, now Pilot also disappeared and Remi does his job quiet, effectively and he generally pays no one any mind. He is quick and no non sense, perhaps even cruel in his practice. He was understandably heartbroken when his daughter was found to be a talent psychic. Stage 1: 13 Stage 2: 13-14 Stage 3: 14-16 Stage 4: 16-17 Stage 5: 17-18 Cardinal: 18 - 22 Echo: 22 - 27 Noble: 27 - 29 --- General forces, no specific job, goes where he's needed. (probably good at paperwork and being an asshole) Commentary: YAY! It's a Remi <3 KhunoKhuno is Remi's dragon. Rather, Remi is Khuno's human. He's a nasty foul tempered dragon who lashes out first and asks questions later, his way of getting pilots is to see if they survive a good swipe of his claws. Remi survived such a initiation, losing a nipple in the process, and Khuno has been his faithful pain in the ass. He hates humans, he loaths his own pilot. The loss of his two back legs, which were replaced with stronger mechanical ones give him a healthy dose of asshole to add to everything. He dislikes dealing with lower ranking dragons, although he gives the utmost respect to those higher in rank, seeing as how they deserve it. If he wasn't an Aedolis dragon, there would be a good chance he'd live beside the ocean and hunt fish, his vice like jaw.
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« on: February 06, 2017, 07:05:28 pm »
All Art By Me! __________________QUICK STATSName Vaughan Liik Age 19 Gender Male Species Human Ethnicity Old Timey Aedolian Height 6'1" Occupation Pilot Candidate Residence Haviah __________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPhysical Description Vaughan is.... Not intimidating. As tall as he's gotten, he still has an easy going posture to him and while he stands straight with his shoulders back he stands... Nice. The physical activity of being a candidate has buffed him up and where there used to be lean muscle is well, being a little buff. He's still dainty looking though, perhaps even 'waify'. He's smooth lines from his shoulders to his hips to his feet and it's clear that all his height is in his legs. If he weren't forced to be a Pilot he probably could have been a model. He's got a intense golden eyes, tell tale inheritance from his 'pure' Aedolian bloodline - not that he could track it. Nor would he want to. His hair is black naturally, though occasionally he dyes it red with a great deal of effort and only cuts it when it's demanded of him. Vaughan enjoys the red bits as a visual reminder that he's stubborn and nothing was going to change that. He has two tattoos that are more pretty than symbolic, at least, that's what he'd tell you. At the top of his spine is a little golden heart with intricate designs, two wings sprout from that little heart and the wings fold over his shoulders and under his arms along his ribcage. A second, almost mirroring tattoo rests under his belly button on his hips. Again, a little heart, this one silver, with black wings that go around to hug his lower back. He has never told anyone what these tattoo's mean to him. Personality Vaughan is honest, caring, sweet and he wants to do what's right. That said, the candidate program has beaten and bruised him. Made him question his morals and do things he'd really rather not. He's amazing at putting up fronts and he's even better at keeping secrets and what was once an out going boy has turned into a bit of a In Your Face man. He isn't afraid to say no, he's not afraid of standing for what he believes in (Within reason that won't get him a bullet in the head). Personality wise, he's a strong individual with a healthy sense of ego and a good view of himself... Mostly. An incident during his early candidate years left him 'hand shy'. He dislikes physical contact that isn't initiated by himself and he grows tense in crowds. Not around crowds but being part of it. Vaughan is aware of this and does what he can to deal with it, but sometimes it's just easier to hide under some stairs and catch his breath. Despite that, he still tries to be friendly and diffuse situations and, should he need to, offer a hug and a shoulder to cry on. Magic/AbilitiesVaughan's major psychic ability is a sort of 'anti-empathy' and a reverse empathy. Empath's feel from him what he wants them to feel, not what he himself is feeling, and he can project feelings into other people. The crushing pain of losing a loved one, excitement, stress, grief, relief, utter peace or calm. Anything he can focus on and has experienced himself. The forced feelings doesn't work quite right on empath's if they're talented enough to recognize it and his powers do not work on himself through unintentional training. He could, in theory, trance his teammates into berserkers who feel invincible but he himself would still be a freaked out wreak. He does not have to focus to keep people feeling this way and it does wear off, how quickly or slowly depends on the person and their own mental fortitude. His mental fortitude is outstanding, having unintentionally protecting himself from his own abilities since a young age and even in an untrained state, he'd be hard to read if he didn't want to be. His telepathy and telekinesis are adequate with the telepathy being the better of the two. RelationshipsHistoryVaughan was a run away at a very young age and was taken into a sort of halfway house. He got himself an education and he taught himself the piano through books and hours and hours of practice. Eventually, he started to sing and it all kind of went up hill after that. A few times he'd go out with a guitar, pluck a tune out and sing. People seemed to like it. Vaughan liked it. So, at about sixteen he started to try to get into gigs. A few of them were called back and he preformed the first time at a night club. There were call backs and places asking him to come play. He'd made a little name for himself in the indie scene. Which was also his downfall. If he'd never hit a piano key or plucked a guitar string, if he'd never sang, he wouldn't be a Pilot Candidate. The main source of his psychic abilities at first was when he was singing and that's where he was found. During a concert. It wasn't huge, a couple hundred people. Enough to keep him happy and excited and hopeful for the future. Then, the end of the concert, a Pilot came to meet him and a few days after that it was off to the ATC. Life changed forever, just as he was making a name for himself. It sort of worked in his favour, his picture showed up on a few music news sites. Vaughan was disappointed and angry, so angry, at having his life stolen from him. The uphill climb was a quick drop and the first year was bad. He had to learn how to not be mouthy and when he'd once enjoyed physical touch and would go seek it out, an attack from another candidate left him different. Angry for other reasons. Vaughan grew up though. Learned how to forgive. Vaughan stopped being angry and started trying to survive. Grew a backbone. Squared his shoulders and kept going forward. Learned how to (almost) master his strange form of empathy. Continued when he could manage, where he could manage, to pluck at musical instruments and sing. Vaughan has a lot more growing up to do and despite his scars and how they've limited him in a few ways, he wants to grow. Become wiser. His goal in life is to be a shoulder to cry on and be a rock to people he cares about when things seem bleak and hopeless. Candidacy Timeline Stage 1: 17 Stage 2: 17-18 Stage 3: 18-19 Stage 4: 19 __________________THREAD TRACKERCurrent ThreadsComplete Threads
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« on: October 04, 2016, 11:38:59 pm »
[ @Lion ] Cordelia rolled her eyes at the ship. Stupid alarm. "Yes. I know we're super close to another ship. Yes I did do it on purpose." She snapped at the ship. It couldn't answer her. It didn't care about her excuses. It just wanted her to move the goddamn ship because it was too goddamn close and it was going to make these awful noises until she moved it. Cordelia instead put on a suit. A mirror'd face mask to keep out any wayward sunlight, mostly skin tight - where there was skin to be tight against. Her legs were free, metal things, specially made to walk along metal as long as she turned the magnets on - which she'd done. Her leg arm was metal and a little more skeletal, designed to work as a tool. Just about the only thing left of her that was skin and bones was her right arm and most of her torso. The ribcage had been replaced with a much more sturdy one and that helped with the strange tail she could use to cut open doors. She was her very own set of tools and it really helped with not having to carry around a whole tonne of crap. Today, she sauntered out of her ship's airlock to the derelict piece of crap that had showed up on her radar. It didn't look cut up by pirates or stripped it just looked... Dead. Once she'd forced her way in with a work of her tools she poked around the rooms, taking careful steps. Doing her best to remain undetected - she wasn't sure what was in here and she was a little afraid of finding out. The fear escalated when she went through room after room, finding not a soul. Not a suit. Not a corpse. Abandoned? Maybe. Cordelia found a strange control room, symbols she couldn't read were all along the screen and she passed her fingers over them curiously. Then there were lights and she jerked her hand back. Frowning she eyed the room and took a few steps back. It was a map. Her gaze zero'd in on the light. Some sort of indicator? She frowned at the map, looking for some sort of recognizable point she followed the wall carefully, the metal of her fingers scraping against the metal. There. Pods. "The fuck," She whispered, looking at them. All of them were close and most of them were empty. Or at least they looked empty. There was a dried up corpse in one and she reeled back. Cordelia looked at them while she meandered and stopped at the only one with a fresh body in it. A man. A careful breath and she looked around. Maybe she could.... A lick of her lips behind the mask and she closed her eyes for a moment before taking a deep breath and removing the helmet. A hesitant little breath and she sighed relief when she could breath. It tasted stale and a little bit like dusty death but she could breath. Her hand slammed down on the control panel in front of the pod, some strange symbols and she frowned at it. How could she turn it off? Or not? Maybe... Worst case scenario was she killed him, but with the rest of the ship being dead, what was the big deal with that? She moved to a broken pod, like something had burst out of it and grabbed a heavy metal pipe. The proceeded to beat on the one with the fresh looking man in it. Maybe she could make it do some sort of fail safe and wake the guy up. When it doubt with technology... Just beat on it.
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« on: October 03, 2016, 01:06:39 pm »
__________________QUICK STATSName Cordelia Age Mid to late twenties Gender Female Species Human ( Though about 80% metal now ) Ethnicity Aedolian Height 5'7" Occupation Scavenger Residence The Good Ship GumDrop __________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPhysical DescriptionSHE IS PART ROBOT? PersonalityMagic/AbilitiesRelationshipsHistory__________________THREAD TRACKERCurrent ThreadsComplete Threads
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« on: October 01, 2015, 10:56:41 pm »
Being on the planet was never an enjoyable thing for her.
Mae reclined on a couch in Tetra's home and patiently waited for him to return. There was important news to discuss and with all the annoying psychic's around it wouldn't do well to warn him about it. Instead, she decided to simply show up at his house. Read through a few of his old-timey books. Maybe they were journals?
Either way, they were really boring.
The curtains were closed to ward off any sunlight and the petite young looking thing eventually got bored enough of reading a journal-book that she simply helped herself to his bedside data pad and reclined on his bed. Maybe she'd find some story to read on the net.
Some Pilot Fiction.
Ah, always grand times.
A quick glance at the clock told her she'd been here for two hours, doing nothing but laying on his furniture and reading. Oh well, only a few minutes to go, then she could give him the information she had and carry on.
Except for a problem. Mae sat up, crossed her legs and rested her head on her hand. She couldn't remember what it was. Drat.
Oh well.
The scene that Tetra would come home to would be interesting, to say the least. Though the unexpected guest on his bed would probably be the most alarming.
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« on: September 30, 2015, 01:47:33 pm »
This was where the trail ended.
Rhys pushed a hand through his hair and rolled his shoulders. Adjusted his coat and looked at his reflection on the nearest reflective surface. Okay, he looked good. It wasn't going to be a difficult mission. How hard would it be to capture one... Whatever that was and bring it back? The hard part would be to remain undetected. He'd been warned Pilots weren't the most loved things outside Aedolis and without his dragon here who knew what trouble he'd find himself in.
Luckily there was a plan.
If Rhys was good at one of two things, it was following a plan.
The other pilots - more experienced ones than he - had split up, they would find the girl - or whatever - and he'd come to the rescue. Get her to safety. It'd work out great. Like herding cats... No, wait. Sheep. It was sheep. Rhys looked down at the datapad in his hand, read over the instructions again. The dock where the ship he'd be taking her to was, the direction to go to not get caught.
A big breath. He could do this.
Pretend to be the good guy, Rhys had always been good at that.
Locked on target.
The voice drifted from his head and he began to make his way.
Rhys made his way, a little mental flick letting him know that the person he was staring at was indeed the correct one. Good. Okay. He could do this. Be cool.
There.
"Hey," Rhys smiled, a strange sensation, his face more accustomed to scowling or a simple smirk.
"You look like you could use a hand, you new around here, too?"
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« on: September 29, 2015, 12:22:45 am »
__________________QUICK STATSName Rhys Argel Age 20 Gender Male Species Humanoid Ethnicity Uuuh... Caucasian? Height 5'11 Occupation Pilot Cardinal Residence Haviah __________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPhysical Description He's got pink and blue lines on him! From his forehead to his toooooes. He's well built and because of his lack of ability in most psychic abilities he's gone above and beyond what's needed for physical activity. Rhys is a bit of a tank. Personality Asshole. Mostly. Maybe a bit snarky. Magic/Abilities Is a precog! His visions leave him shaky and his head a'hurting. While he's under a vision it looks like he's having a seizure, and he's blind and deaf to everything around him. The visions can last a few seconds and leave his ears ringing, or a few minutes and leave him near suffocated with a migraine. He's getting better at remembering the visions, though most little details escape him. He sees potential deaths. Whether it's something simple and natural like a stroke or someone being shot. Being around more people has him seeing the mundane mostly unpreventable naturally occurring ones. While being more solitary has him seeing the very preventable ones. Whether it's explosions or acts of treason that cause the death. Because of his dislike for having visions and the accuracy of the Being Around People induced ones Rhys is mostly a recluse and very occasionally goes out. If he does hang out with someone, it's a close friend or a very small group of people. Of course, with the Pilots having dangerous jobs, most, if all preventable visions involve them. He is moderate at Telekinesis and telepathy but is a valuable asset as a precognitive. Relationships Ixtlilton- This is the dragon that chose him after Ixt's previous Pilots disappearance. Ixt is a kindly dragon, stubborn but... Very flashy. What natural scales remain are iridescent. History __________________THREAD TRACKERCurrent ThreadsComplete Threads
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« on: July 29, 2015, 01:17:09 am »
Hi.
I was here a long time ago.
I HAD SO MANY CHARACTERS I NEED TO BRING BACK.
O_O BUT WHOOOOOOO.
WHO SHOULD I BRING BACK.
I don't know.
D= I should make a list. Should I make a list?
I've got two down. But whoooo eeeeelse.
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« on: July 29, 2015, 01:12:17 am »
Shit.
Kit pushed her hands through her hair and crouched down beside the bike. Of all the times to not be electrokinetic, now was probably the worst. Sure she could be a human flashlight and kill someone with her mind, but what use were those skills on a bike that just needed a jump? It was dangerous to be here. Kit knew that.
Kit was far too aware of that.
Sometimes the place where they'd dug out the identifying chip still twinged. The addiction to her dragon still hadn't ebbed away and sometimes it had her waking up in pain, covered in sweat. Life was harder now, but it beat being dead. Or broken and thrown into TRIM. A quiet sigh and Kit gave the bike a kick before she shoved her hands into her jacket pockets and made her way to the nearest... What.
Shop?
Did anywhere any service available for favours instead of money?
With the chip gone, she had no identity. Which also meant she had no way of paying for services.
Officially.
Well, fuck.
Maybe the nice mechanic would accept a blow job. Hm. Or the girl version of that if the mechanic wasn't a person with male-bits. Kit frowned at the idea but it wasn't like she had a choice. A sneer and she found herself walking right past a shop. Taking a few steps back, she tossed her braided hair over her shoulder and fluffed her bangs up out of habit. What an odd life she was living now.
Slowly she pushed her sunglasses up onto her forehead and rapped her knuckles at the wall while she walked into the place. "Hello?" Her voice echoed and she looked around, feeling around for anything that might be around. Being a trained Pilot out of the system had it's perks. There were way more cons than pros but... At least it had it's perks.
"My bike broke down a few blocks, I was hoping someone could help me?" She'd mention the inability to pay afterwords. Maybe. Probably not. "I'm kinda in a rush to... Not be here. Any help would be great."
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« on: May 31, 2015, 09:57:55 pm »
Her tattoos. And Bondage Gear. Also a hat.__________________Q uick Stats Name Christopher Zyanensé Nick-names Kit Birthday September 1 Zodiac Sign Virgo Age 25 Gender Female Sexual Orientation Pansexual. Single or Taken? Single Species Human Blood-type O- Height 5'8" Weight 150 Eye Color Light Green Hair Color Brown Affiliation None Religion None Occupation Runaway Aedolian Pilot Echo Birth Place Upper Level Haviah Location Wherever Finished ThreadsCurrent Threads __________________O PTIONAL Physical Description The only odd thing about Kit is her hair. It’s short on the top and low at the bottom, in blunt terms, Kit has a mullet. The top is usually moved around to form a messy mop-type thing and the lower hair is usually tied back in numerous little braids that fall to her waist. While her eyes are oddly light green, there’s nothing all that distracting about how she looks. Fairly tall, Kit stands at five feet eight inches and doesn’t dress the part to show off her assets. Like the rest of the pilots, her body is in tip-top shape and she can do a varied amount of acrobatics as well as hand to hand combat. Her lack of willing to harm people has held her back from being amazing at it, like she probably could be. As her dragon Ixtlilton was an older model, when she was chosen she had to manually connect with her dragon. Little metal 'ports' riddle her body, though most of them have been removed, leaving deep scars, a few of the harder to remove ones remain. The one at the base of her skull being the most difficult and dangerous. Luckily her hair hides that one. There are a trail of them down her spine and one on the inside of her right arm. Because she was manually connected to her dragon, her addiction to him was severe - is severe - and occasionally goes through withdrawls. While they are less frequent, they are just as powerful in the form of her psychic powers 'exploding'. Luckily, she simply controls light and at worst, there will be a black out. At best, the lights will flicker. Migraines follow and when in enough pain she glows. ( a bit like a glow worm) PersonalityWeaknesses: Emotions. Kit has a hard time outwardly expressing her emotions unless it’s something that won’t bug anyone. Being happy and grumpy are fine. Anything else has to be poked out of her, and while it’s fairly obvious she’s pretending to be full of happies, she doesn’t care because she doesn’t want to bog anyone down. Normally she does a good job. Fighting. She can do it, she can do it well when she applies herself, but if given the choice between getting beat up and beating someone up in a non-life or death situation, Kit will be the one getting the beating. Which is why she doesn’t get into fights. She’d get beat up. Strengths: She’s... Stubborn? Likes: Nice things Dislikes: Not Nice things. Magic/Abilities: Somewhat talented illumokinetc. Which is the ability to manipulate light. Can "absorb" light so it doesn't get to the eyes of anyone but herself (Or people she's forgotten about ). Can see when it's dark ( Providing it's not pitch black, no light for her to use at all then!) Can deflect laser's ( since they're light P: ) and laser trip wires (( or whatever they're called )) and can 'excite' the particles of air around herself to create a very bright flash to disorient people who piss her off. She can also make herself glow. When she is 'excited' as it were, she gives off a faint glow - this is unintentional and because she doesn't get 'excited' often, she's never learned how to stop it. She's pretty damn bad at telekinsis, is fairly average at telepathy, fair mental defences, and has the physical ability of any well trained twenty-five year old woman who's 5'8". Kit is also decently skilled with electronics, the things being so neat and orderly had been a thing for her to do to calm down. Since she's left Aedolis she's taken to repairing peoples mechanical and electronic devices. Family: There’s a lot hostility towards her from her family because of events that occurred while she was a candidate that ruined any chance her little sister had at a normal life. Mother - Mother is most hostile towards her. They had a good solid relationship before the incident, Mother wanted big things out of Little Sister and Kit took those away from her. Was an extremely successful author and has quite a few books out, she continues to write them. Father - Runs a small business, never really payed attention to anyone in the family. Like the Mother, he used Kit as a status marker. Elder Brother - Doesn’t see his family anymore, doesn’t bother with Kit, leads his own life as a business man in upper Haviah.( 28) Little Sister - Loves her sister. Simple minded she cannot focus and doesn’t remember to feed herself or do anything that would get her to lead a normal life without slowly dying from dehydration and hunger. Has horrible balance and falls frequently. Before Kit ‘broke’ her sister, the young woman wanted to be an actress and had already had a few small parts in the odd movie(21) Dragon is named Ixtlilton. It likes bright shiny things. The Dragon turned a blind eye when Kit finally fell to her inner demons and dug out her chip with intentions to leave Aedolis. Friends: Foes: N/A Background: Commentary: Stage 1: 14-15
Stage 2: 15-16
Stage 3: 16-17
Stage 4: 17-18
Stage 5: 19-20
Cardinal: 20-22
Echo: 22 - Present [/list][/list][/list][/list]
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« on: May 31, 2015, 09:06:41 pm »
 __________________Q uick Stats Name: Mae Sophia Miranda Imajica Name Meaning: None Nick-names: None. Birthday: May 25th. Zodiac Sign: Gemini. Age: 324 - - 18-19 when changed Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: None. Single or Taken?: Single. Species: Vampire (( Human before changing)) Blood-type: Whatever her last meal was. Height: 5'0 Weight: 102 Eye Color: White-Blue. Hair Color: Black. Affiliation: None. Religion: None Occupation: Scientist at TRIM. Birth Place: Somewhere on Earth. Location: TRIM. Character of Mine Most Likely to...: Poke someones brain to see what makes them kick. Literally. Finished Threads: None. Current Threads: __________________I n-Depth Stuff Physical Description: Mae is a short girl. She sounds, looks and acts like teenage girl she was before she was turned into a vampire. Of course, she's smarter than than many people, it's not apparent when looking at her - Mostly because she looks like a psychotic little girl. Every artcile of clothing she wears holds some significance to it. No one knows this, but she is very attached to the hot pink ribbon in her hair, it being one of the few things that's lasted her entire time of being a vampire. Her pastel coloured dress is a momento of her mother, who ran a floral shop and had many of these easter egg colours around. Her hair is short and curled like that because her father would always comment on how adorable she was when it flipped up like that. Before she was turned, her eyes were brown Personality: A sadistic little beast. Mae is made up of extremes, when she does something, she goes all the way. People, things, work, personal, for someone else. Everything. Her moods do that too, hardly is she ever sad usually in an upbeat oddly excited mood. One to crush hands she's holding if they say the wrong thing but still smile up at them cutely. Up of course, she's five feet tall. Touching her things is a big no-no. You get very bad ju-ju from touching her things, she can smell it, and people who touch her things usually have accidents. Weaknesses: Um... Um... She dies if her head is chopped off. <3 Oh, and she goes up in ashes from fire, if she's been burning that is. Direct sunlight also does this. Strengths: Mental powers and being strong physically - The physical strength is always a trumph card. She's a five foot tall teenage girl, no one expects it. Likes: Pointy objects, sharp objects, frothy things, screaming, twitches, blood, needles, the smell of peaches, pins, blood, fangs, pain, giving pain, viruses, vaccines, blood, tests, her subjects, making people scream, breaking bones and blood. A good conversation. Dislikes: Drunk people. |: Magic/Abilities: Is unnaturally strong with telekineses, has unnatural strength and is able to block magical powers off with mages - By closing off a part of their brain. Also, when she does surgery, she uses her own pretty powers to block pain. When bored, she 'accidently' turns it off, but only for a second really. Family: None. Friends: None. Foes: Anyone holding fiiiiiaaaaah. History: Mae had always been a happy child. Ready to smile, ready to help. Mae hadn't had a hard childhood, her parents were wealthy, she had one elder brother to rely on when her parents were away on business trips. Life was 'peachy-keen' until they met him. He was an aristocratic gentleman with a taste for young flesh. She was thirteen the first she was seduced with sweet words and dreams, all lies of course, but he had to entrap the pixie somehow. Mae followed him starry eyed and dull-witted, riding on waves of forbidden passions and dark secrets for five or so years, old enough and young enough, the cusp of when a girl finally turned into a woman. Then he changed her. Because of her 'love' for the man, she'd run away from her home and family, from her protective brother, her loving parents - she was such a silly little thing she didn't even know where she was from, where she lived, Mae couldn't go home. After the change, she acted differently, too childish, too naïve, too innocent despite the things she'd done with him, too sweet, too scary. So he left her. Mae wandered around aimlessly, heartbroken, feeding when the mood hit her. Slowly years turned to months, months to days, days to hours and hours to minutes. Time held no meaning for the little girl vampire. Of course she then began to learn, read, speak languages, remember facts. Information and books became her world, her friends. Years and years of solitude with her books, feeding only when she had to, when her eyes were glassy and her flesh like ice, eyes sunk and tired looking. So much time alone with other words for friends twisted her further. All those years alone became a blur once she began to interact again, she doesn't even remember how she became a scientist at TRIM, only that once day she simply began to live again - in a manner of speaking of course, she is undead after all. All that matters is that she pleases everyone and does a good job with her work.
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