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Edanith Characters / Rika "Paprika" Vai, Pepper Bandit
« on: March 16, 2022, 05:38:00 pm »
Name

Rika Vai

Aliases

"Paprika"

Age

22

Gender

Female

Species

Human-ish

Ethnicity

Edani, supposedly. Probably some heavy mixed ancestry.

Height

5'8"

Occupation

Rogue mage and Pepper Bandit

Residence

Edanith

IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description

As one might expect from an Edani, Rika is relatively light-skinned, although her long days spent out in the Frontier tend to leave her with an ever-present tan. She sports a light, strawberry blond head of hair accompanied by energetic blue eyes and a seemingly perpetual smile. She looks to be a bit on the delicate side, but has started putting on some more muscle as a result of her more recent adventures. Typical of Edani mages, she has a port installed on each of her temples that are supposed to allow her to link to a Mordecai. Truth be told, she hates the damn things and would have dug them out herself long ago if there was a safe way of doing so.

Decidedly not Edani, however, are Rika's feathery wings. She has two pairs of them for a total of four emerging from her back, and they're a pretty dead giveaway that her origins might not be entirely human. They exhibit a variety of vivid colours that resemble those of certain tropical birds. With a mixture of yellow, orange, red, and even some purple, the image of a sunset comes to mind when they're on full display.

Personality

Rika would definitely be considered the "bright and bubbly" type. It's exceedingly difficult to get her down in the dumps for more than a few minutes, and she highly enjoys being in the company of others (regardless of how receptive they are of her presence). She doesn't care much for trading barbs with others, taking all manner of insults without any hint of embarrassment and responding with friendly and nonchalant language until whoever she's "arguing" with realizes the futility of their efforts. She finds that holding grudges only ever seems to make people miserable, and outside of her banditry, she genuinely enjoys finding ways to make people smile.

That said, Rika can certainly be a handful at times. It can be difficult to determine when she's genuinely trying to be friendly, and when she's just playing it up in order to serve some sort of external motive. She's also quite prone to acting on her own impulses when the mood strikes her, and has very little patience for "sitting around and doing nothing", regardless of how important said "sitting around" might actually be. Failure to keep her on a tight leash in delicate situations is a pretty good way to find her getting into some sort of trouble.

Abilities

Flight- Pretty self explanatory. She's damn good at it, too.

Weapons- Rika's not a huge fan of guns. Instead, she typically carries around a bunch of hand-crafted darts to use as weapons. She makes them by attaching sharp pointy bits to her feathers when they end up falling out. Occasionally she might coat them with various substances to make them more effective, but she's hesitant to use some of the more deadly types.

Magic- Rika possesses the ability to summon and control wind- kind of. A chip she's implanted with is supposed to prevent her from being able to use it properly without being linked to a Mordecai, but a recent malfunction in the chip has given her a small amount of control over her abilities. The kind of gusts she's able to create are fairly harmless.

Other stuff

- Really likes wearing bright colours and long, flowing accessories such as scarves. Not always particularly practical, but it looks cool blowing around in the wind which is something she apparently thinks is important.

- Has a fondness for playing cards and tricks involving them (including magic tricks, even though she's kind of horrible at them and doesn't really understand how they're supposed to work). She could probably give people paper cuts by throwing them hard enough and has definitely tossed a full deck in someone's face at some point as part of some hastily-formed getaway scheme.

- Honestly feels a little bad about doing bandit-y things sometimes. She often leaves behind little crafts and trinkets she makes using some of her feathers as a way of offering her apologies.

- Is astonishingly lightweight. Most people could probably lift her without too much difficulty.

Relationships

- Probably has some family members back home who are worried about and/or disappointed in her.

- Relationships to other Pepper Bandits TBD.

History

Rika's affinity for magic was discovered at an early age, and it wasn't long before she was equipped with her chip and mage ports. Despite the generally high standards of care she was given as a mage, the idea of not being allowed control over how she lived her own life never sat particularly well with her. She would generally do what was requested of her without complaining in order to keep people happy, but secretly she resented the whole process and wished desperately for a way to break free from it.

As luck would have it, her wish eventually came to pass. One day, something suddenly changed about her- it seemed that the chip responsible for suppressing her magic and preventing her from leaving her city without permission was malfunctioning, giving her back some degree of control. Figuring that the malfunction might allow her to leave the city, Rika took her chance and made a break for it. Fortunately her theory proved correct, and she quickly fled from sight, making her way out to the Frontier.

Recently, Rika has fallen in with a group calling themselves the "Pepper Bandits", becoming the group's most newest member. It might not be exactly the kind of life she had imagined for herself when she first made her escape, but at the very least, she figures it's better than whatever might be waiting for her back home.


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Aedolis Characters / Violet Gold, Pilot Noble
« on: January 09, 2021, 11:08:27 pm »
Name
Violet Gold

Age
44

Gender
Female

Species
Part Kitsune, part... something else.

Ethnicity
Aedolian

Height
5'6"

Occupation
Pilot Noble. She's a Seeker, although the Inquiry will occasionally call on her for assistance if needed.

Residence
Travica, Aedolis

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Physical Description

Although she is capable of making changes to her appearance at will using her Kitsune shifting abilities, she doesn't often find herself in situations where disguising her identity is particularly useful. As such, she mostly keeps to a recognizable base form, albeit with some minor variations depending on her mood. In general, her body could be described as having a sleek and elegant definition- there aren't too many sharp or harsh edges to be found.

Her Kitsune heritage is obvious, with fluffy fox ears and... some amount of tails. She can have a maximum of four tails out at a time, and can shift to change the number visible at any time. Of course, fewer tails is often less trouble, but four is her "default" and what she feels most comfortable with. She'll usually opt to keep as many of them out as she can without causing problems. Her fur colour is, quite fittingly, a deep violet with some subtle hints of blue. Her hair shares this colouration and she enjoys styling it into many different intricate designs (although she definitely cheats a little by using her shifting to help). One part of her body that is decidedly not Kitsune, however, are the dark claws that grow at the tips of her fingers. When required, she can also perform some minor shifting on these in order shift these into some significantly-less-scary-looking nails. She doesn't really have a particular "style" she sticks to when it comes to clothing (other than preferring clothing that can properly accommodate her tails), but whatever she chooses, you can be certain that she'll keep it neat and tidy.

Personality

Violet is, at her core, a perfectionist. She strives to do the absolute best that she can in most everything she attempts, and takes whatever mistakes she makes very seriously- in most situations (if not all), she is her own harshest critic. It's common for her to obsess over improving at something new whenever it is introduced to her, and she can get into some heated competition with anyone willing to take her up on it. She is absolutely the type of person who will put in the effort to push the limits of what is considered "possible" and has the patience to repeat the same thing an inordinate number of times as long as it means seeing some form of improvement. As a result, she has plenty of confidence in her skills (as she should), but she can't shake the feeling that there was something that she could have done better.

You'll never hear her admit it, but Violet has a deep-seated desire for approval. She feels a constant need to prove her own worth to herself and to others, but it shouldn't come too easily- there's nothing that frustrates her more than feeling like someone is going easy on her in order to spare her feelings. She has a difficult time when it comes to accepting help or even gifts from others when she feels that she hasn't "earned" it, and even if you can persuade her to accept something like that, she'll try to find some way to repay it.

Notes

- Is a total caffeine fanatic. Coffee, tea, soft drinks and energy drinks, even chocolate (especially dark chocolate)... if it's got caffeine, chances are she's a fan of it.
- Her working and living spaces are kept almost obsessively clean and organized. She really doesn't like it when people move her stuff around without her permission.
- Occasionally paints her nails as a form of stress relief- something she did with her dad when she was a kid. She paints them to match the colour of her fur and hair.

Abilities

Retrocognition- Or rather, a specialized version of it. By touching a dead body, Violet can "see" the last few minutes of that person's life. Using this ability leaves her vulnerable while she receives the vision, so she'll typically have backup with her if the situation calls for her to use this. Understandably, using this ability can take a lot out of her- while she's become more or less desensitized to the kinds of things she's seen over the years, it's not the kind of thing that should be used too much over short periods of time.

Telepathy- Fairly strong. She can pick up on surface thoughts easily, but a well-defended mind would pose a significant challenge for her to read.

Enhanced senses- A trait that seems to be linked to her non-Kitsune heritage. They're nothing too crazy, but they'll occasionally help her to pick up on a subtle clue that she might otherwise have missed.

Shape-shifting- A trait common to Kitsune. Using this ability, Violet can change her appearance, which is something that she doesn't typically get too much use out of aside from making some minor adjustments. She can also take the form of a fox, which can useful on occasion for things like getting into smaller places or quickly slipping out of someone's grasp. It also happens to be the form she likes to sleep in. Yes, it's adorable.

Lifespan- Who knows how long? Nobody, that's who.

Relationships

Rose- Violet's adoptive father. He raised her from as early as she can remember and was perhaps a bit too protective of her. It's something that she eventually grew frustrated by and certainly didn't prepare her properly for what would come next. The brutal nature of Candidacy was a massive change from what she had become familiar with from living with Rose. Any sense of entitlement she might have had going in was systematically targeted until none of it remained. In general, Candidacy was really not good for her. While this might not have been entirely Rose's fault, it's something that she ended up unconsciously associating with him. The result of this was a rift in their relationship that would remain until the end of the war, where they started making attempts to patch things up. They're once again on friendly terms now, but it's unlikely that they'll ever be as close as they once were.

Donna- Violet's "aunt". It's not too surprising that Violet visits a lot, considering how close they live to each other and Donna's friendship with Rose. She appreciates Donna's supportive attitude a great deal, but there's a part of her that can't help but feel a little guilty whenever she drops by- almost like she doesn't really deserve the effort and kindness.

History

WIP

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Aedolis Characters / Rose Gold, Pilot Noble
« on: January 07, 2021, 11:28:20 pm »
Name
Rose Gold. His "true" name is Nikola, although for most occasions, he's happy to go by Rose.

Age
77

Gender
Male

Species
Kulshedra

Ethnicity
Aedolian

Height
7'0"

Occupation
Pilot Noble, member of the Amristah Angels.

Residence
Amristah, Aedolis

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Physical Description

An imposing figure even for a Kulshedra and an Aedolian, Rose is an absolute behemoth of a man. He stands well above the height of the average citizen and is heavily built to match. Being a Kulshedra, his skin is covered in scales in many of the expected positions- his neck, arms, cheeks, and legs (for reasons that will be explained later, he is missing the usual "gem" of scales and there aren't any scales on most of his upper torso). True to his name, these scales he does still have are coloured a light reddish-pink. His black hair is kept long and often a bit on the messy side, although he'll usually at least take the time to tie some of it back. There is a single (but thick) pink streak running down the middle of his hair, matching the colour of his scales.

It's pretty clear that Rose has had plenty of close calls with danger and even death- many parts of his body are covered or reinforced with metal plates, or have been replaced entirely due to sustaining some particularly grievous injuries over the years. At first glance, the most obvious of these would be his lower jaw and tail. The lower jaw appears to be more or less entirely metallic, with teeth being replaced to match, which can be unsettling or even frightening for those who aren't used to seeing it (not that he cares too much). His tail has been replaced with one built from plates that can slide in and out- in situations where the tail is inconvenient (such as riding a dragon), the plates can slide inwards to reduce the amount of space that the tail takes up. Similar plates can be seen covering his upper torso as well as the backs of his arms, although most of these are considerably less mobile. In the spot where his "gem cluster" would normally be, a rose quartz crystal is socketed into the metal in its place.

Personality

Rose is a person who has seen and been through a lot of shit, and as a result, it's become extremely difficult to get him to lose his cool. Very few things faze him at this point- most insults or other verbal jabs glance straight off of him about as easily as physical blows do (although he's certainly willing to respond with a few teasing jabs of his own when appropriate), and he's very good at remaining grounded and focused in high-pressure situations. He takes pride in being the kind of guy that people can anchor themselves to in stressful times. It makes him happy to help take the load off of someone else when he can.

Rose possesses a very powerful protective instinct, which is something that has only grown stronger since becoming a father. There is very little you could do to him personally that would upset him too much- what hurts him the most by far is watching someone he cares for hurting. He is more than willing to throw himself into danger in order to protect others, and as evidenced from his appearance, he already has. Several times. In fact, it's extremely fortunate that he possesses his particular set of psionics, because it's highly unlikely he would still be alive today if it weren't for them.

Notes

- As a result of all of his metallic bits, mechanical whirrs and clicks can often be heard when he moves around.
- Likes to paint his nails- an activity he did often with his daughter when she was a kid. He paints them a similar colour to his scales.
- Loves terrible jokes and puns.

Abilities

Flyrokinesis- The psionic creation and manipulation of force fields. Rose's force fields are capable of taking heavy beatings, but they're difficult to shape or push too far away from himself. As a result, he uses this ability mainly defensively. His responsibilities as a squad member strongly revolve around this ability- he uses it to get people out of dangerous areas safely, protect the injured until the rest of the squad can get to them, and keep the squad safe while they work.

Telepathy- Decent enough for him to be able to do his job properly.

Aside from that, well, Rose is a tank. He is more than capable of taking some heavy hits even without his psionics, and will absolutely do so if necessary. He also hits like a truck- definitely not the kind of person you want to find yourself facing in close-quarters combat.

Relationships

Violet- Rose's adopted daughter. He raised her from a very young age and they were originally very close, although she grew increasingly frustrated with Rose's overprotectiveness which eventually caused a rift in their relationship. They started working on rebuilding their relationship after the war ended, and are now once again on friendly terms, but it's unlikely that they'll ever be as close as they once were.

Donna- A long-time and close friend. They've bonded closely over their similarities (both physical and otherwise) and Rose makes sure to visit when he gets the chance- and hey, as a bonus, she always makes excellent food! She's probably one of the few people who knows what his "true" name is.

Amristah Angels- His squad. He'd easily take a bullet for any of them, although he gets the feeling that Blu doesn't like him all that much. It's not something that bothers him too much, though.

History

maybe later :v

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Haviah / Final Examination [Solo]
« on: October 12, 2018, 04:51:43 pm »
Even as Vanessa found herself standing atop the wide expanses of the Aerie, she frankly found it pretty hard to believe the situation she found herself in. The past few years of her Candidacy had flown by incredibly quickly, and the fact that she was now Stage 5 and about to be picked by a freaking Dragon felt almost like a dream. The last year (and her experience in Stage 4) in particular had seemed to go by almost suspiciously quickly, but she could think of at least a couple reasons why that might be. The first would be that she'd been working extra hard in every area of her studies since most of her friends had graduated- she couldn't stand being so far behind everyone else, not anymore. The second reason was something beyond her control, and also something she couldn't be one hundred percent sure about, but she suspected it to be the case nonetheless. It was a rare occurrence, but every once in a while, she could feel a sort of aura of negative emotion floating around the ATC. It was as if the Pilots were all uptight about something, but for whatever reason, they wouldn't say what it was.

Something had to be happening out there, something big, and she was convinced that it played some part in how she had moved up through the levels so quickly. It seemed that it was in the Dragons' best interest for her to graduate as soon as possible... if she was indeed going to graduate today.

If she did end up graduating, then of course she would go on to become a Pilot. The plan was for her to become a Pilot therapist, and that was a thought that filled her with hope- for as long as Vanessa could remember, she had always wanted to find a way to help other people with her gift of empathy, and working as a therapist would be a great way to achieve that goal. On the other hand, if she didn't graduate, then... well, she'd heard a few horror stories about what happened when a Dragon wasn't satisfied with someone, and the details were not pretty. This was a thought that filled her with dread, so overall, she really didn't have a clue what she should be feeling. It was an exciting moment, yes, but it was hard to recall a time where she'd ever felt more anxious then she did right now.

Regardless of what happened today, though, it was fairly safe to say that this would be her last day as a Candidate... for better or for worse. That meant that she wouldn't be around to help any of her friends left at the ATC anymore, or at least she wouldn't be able to do it as often, and that was sort of a worrying thought. She did have faith in them all to excel in the rest of their Candidacy and graduate just as her other friends had, but it was seemingly impossible for her to be rid of the small bit of doubt that remained in the back of her mind.

Right now, though, her first and foremost concern was making sure she didn't disappoint her Dragon and making it through the day in one piece. All of her other thoughts and concerns would have to wait until later.

The Aerie was surprisingly empty that day. There weren't very many Dragons around at all, and the ones that showed themselves seemed to be intentionally keeping a fair bit of distance away from her. Truth be told, she didn't actually have a clue which one was supposed to be hers. She'd simply been instructed to stand at this spot and wait for them to arrive, and she wasn't about to go and disobey a direct order- not from a Pilot, and especially not a Dragon.

Sure enough, one of the Dragons she spotted in the distance eventually stood up and started to slowly make his way over to her. As the beast approached, Vanessa could make out more and more details about his body, and soon she had a much clearer idea of what she was dealing with. She knew that every Dragon had at least some mechanical aspect to them, but this one took that element to the extreme. In fact, she couldn't point out any point of his body that wasn't some sort of metal plate or mechanical contraption. Surely he still had some biological parts- he was still a Dragon, after all- but wherever they were, they must have been completely buried underneath its metallic shell.

The Dragon continued to advance, closing the distance between itself and Vanessa until they were almost uncomfortably close before finally coming to a halt. He then simply stood there for a while, eyes that seemed like nothing more than glowing lights staring into hers, before suddenly blowing a small puff of smoke (or was it steam?) from his nostrils and sending its thoughts into her mind.

"Candidate Vanessa Corriveau. I don't think I need to explain to you why you're here, but perhaps I will, for the sake of formality. I have summoned you here because I think you are ready to become a Pilot. This will be your final examination. It is up to you to either prove me right and pass, or prove me wrong and fail. Pass, and you and I will become bonded- I will be your Dragon, and you, my Pilot. If you fail... then neither I, nor any of the other Dragons, will have any further use for you. Do I make myself clear?"

There wasn't much Vanessa could do but simply nod in response. She had figured those would be the stakes going in, and she didn't have have a good reason to disagree with the Dragon's terms, nor was she stupid enough to attempt it.

"Very well. I will begin by inspecting your body, then. You will not move or speak unless I tell you to."

With that, the huge beast began to slowly circle her body, his claws occasionally extending to lift up an arm or brush aside her hair. It made her incredibly uncomfortable and tense, admittedly, and part of her couldn't help but question why he felt the need to do this. Every Candidate had files containing all of their information, so if something was wrong with her body, surely the Dragon would have known by now. Considering she had passed all of her previous exams and finished her drills just as well as anyone else, there shouldn't have been anything wrong, either. So why did he insist on poking at her like this?

Eventually, the Dragon stopped circling and came to a stop behind her, laying back down on the ground and gently taking hold of each of her wings in his claws. Suddenly, his voice once again filled her thoughts.

"Now, these... these are interesting. It's not very often that you see a human with wings. Some Pilots end up getting them amputated, you know. They have a bad habit of getting in the way of things, and some of them don't even serve any purpose. A few of them are particularly sensitive. Yours, for example..."

Vanessa really didn't like what the Dragon was suggesting, nor did she like the way that he seemed to be tightening his grip. However, she didn't get to dwell on her thoughts for very long before they were overtaken by the sudden stabbing pain of his claws sinking themselves into her wings. To say it hurt like hell was putting it lightly, and it took every bit of willpower she could summon to stop herself from crying out or trying to move herself away. Doing so would mean disobeying the Dragon's orders, and as much as she wanted to get the hell away from him, she really didn't want to experience firsthand what it was like to fail the test.

"...I see. It seems that you indeed know your place, Candidate Corriveau. That's a good sign."

The Dragon finally removed his claws from her wings, providing her with a small amount of relief. They still hurt, of course, but it was a little better now that they weren't actively being dug into. It also helped somewhat that she was slowly being overcome by a strange feeling of exhaustion and numbness- she didn't know when it had started, but somehow it had made its way all over her body, pushing her to give in to sleep. She fought desperately against it, willing herself to stay awake, but it eventually became too much to bear and her consciousness slipped away from her.

By the time she came to, everything felt sore. Her body, especially her wings, and even her head was filled with a dull throbbing pain. It was a sickening feeling, and it wasn't about to get any better, because when she opened her eyes...

...She was high up. Really high up. She couldn't fathom how exactly she'd gotten all the way up her, but it was high enough that she knew a fall from this height would likely kill her. This time, she couldn't help but let out a cry and began to flail around in panic, but the sensation of the Dragon's claws abruptly jabbing into her chest quickly brought her back to reality. It wasn't enough to draw blood this time around, but it was enough to remind her of her situation and get her to stop squirming.

"Calm down, Candidate, unless you want me to put you to sleep again before I drop you. Make no mistake, this is still a part of your test. I figured it would be easier to get you up here while you were asleep, rather than while you were awake. It wouldn't do for you to struggle and accidentally slip out of my grip, now, would it?"

Of course it wouldn't, but she couldn't help but feel that the alternative wasn't much better.

"I'm going to give you a choice, Candidate. In a few moments, I am going to let go of you, and it will be up to you to decide what happens next. Whether you fight for your life with every ounce of energy you have or give in and accept your fate... that is your choice."

This wasn't happening. It had to be a dream, right? It was a nightmare, and in a few moments, she would wake up in her bed like nothing had happened. Or maybe he was going to drop her, but you always woke up before you hit the ground, right? That's what always happened in dreams, right?

That's what she wanted to believe, but no matter how much she willed herself to wake up, the world around her refused to shift into something more reasonable. She desperately wanted to believe that none of this was really happening, but reality was not so easily bent to her will...

And then the Dragon released his grip on her, and it seemed like time itself had suddenly slowed to a crawl.

This... this really was it, wasn't it? Vanessa had never learned how to use her wings to their full potential, whatever that might have been. It wasn't something that her instructors had particularly cared to go over, and she hadn't had nearly enough practice to learn how to do it on her own time. What little she knew shouldn't be enough to help her survive a fall from this height. And yet, she couldn't help but feel...

For everyone she helped, and everyone that she couldn't...

For those who believed in her now, and those who would rely on her in the future...

And for herself...

She couldn't die here. It was simply impossible. She refused to let that happen.

At that moment, it felt like every last bit of emotion she'd buried deep within herself during her Candidacy came surging to the surface. Anger and fear, yes, but there was also something else, something more powerful.

Determination.

It filled her with a burst of strength that even she herself didn't know she was capable of, and before she knew it, her wings were beating wildly in a desperate attempt to stay airborne. She didn't really know what she expected to achieve, nor did she care- the only thing she cared about was making sure she was still alive when she hit the ground. Sure enough, as she continued her descent and exerted every bit of energy she could summon, her speed was being cut down significantly. By the time she reached the ground, she was going slow enough that she was able to land on her feet and even stand up for a second before succumbing to exhaustion and collapsing to the ground.

The Dragon landed near her a moment later and immediately made his way back over to her. Vanessa started to pick herself off the ground in an attempt to stand at attention, but her efforts were halted as he placed a claw atop her head and lowered her back down to her knees.

"Relax. You don't have anything to worry about now. The test is finished, and I don't intend to hurt you again unless you give me a reason to."

It was kind of an unreasonable request to ask her to relax given the circumstances, but she wasn't about to argue with him about it.

"There's no need to look so down. In fact, you should be happy, as I have officially decided to make you my Pilot. Normally, this would be when I establish my psionic bond with you, but... well, to tell the truth, I already took care of that while you were asleep. We're already bonded- from now on, you are my Pilot, and I am your Dragon. I'm sure you're aware that I don't owe you an explanation for what just happened, but I do think you deserve one, so I'll give it to you anyways. Listen well."

"You may have guessed this by now, but this whole test didn't actually have much to do with your physical capabilities. I already knew everything I needed to know about that from your files. No, this was more of more of a test of will than anything else. The will to keep on pushing onwards, even when it hurts to do so. We can't afford to have Pilots who give up the moment they are faced with a challenge.

"The truth is, someone like you... you don't have it in you to take someone else's life. And perhaps that's fine- I don't have any plans for you to see combat. But that doesn't mean you aren't going to hurt. Some of the Pilots you'll be dealing with have felt pain beyond what many people could imagine- considering your abilities, you'll have to be able to deal with feeling at least a portion of that. So, I decided to show the worst of it to you right away. You’ll be better prepared now that you have a better idea of what you could be dealing with.

”I didn’t plan on letting you die from that fall, by the way. I was prepared to catch you if you weren’t able to slow yourself down, but you looked like you were handling the situation well enough, so I left you be. But I really don’t care whether or not you can actually fly with those things. What matters to me is that you at least put in the effort to try. I doubt your wings will come in much use in the future, but I will allow you to keep them if you want. Consider it your reward for passing the test.

”…That should be everything. You have a week to do as you wish before you begin your work as a Pilot. I suggest you use that time to recover and familiarize yourself with your new surroundings. We will keep in touch through our psionic bond, but if all goes well, we won’t be meeting in person again for the foreseeable future.”

With that, the metal-clad Dragon removed his claw from atop her head, turned around, and began wandering back into the expanses of the Aerie, leaving Vanessa alone with her thoughts. Considering how exhausted she was, it was impossible for her to process everything that had just happened to her, let alone the fact that she was now a Pilot. The only thing she could bring herself to think about was how incredibly tired she was. The sudden drowsy feeling from before combined with her burst of athleticism had left her completely drained of energy, and she soon collapsed back to the ground, slipping out of consciousness for the second time that day.

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Edanith Characters / Clair, Storm Mage
« on: August 11, 2018, 03:43:33 pm »
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Name
Clair. To her knowledge, she’s never been given a last name.

Age
26

Gender
Female

Species
Human. Probably. Maybe?

Ethnicity
Questionable.

Height
5’7”

Occupation
Battlemage

Residence
Tynova

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Physical Description
Clair can be an odd sight to behold. Light-grey hair and similarly coloured eyes makes her seem almost drained of colour, unless her clothing provides a splash of it (which doesn’t happen all that often). She’s pretty well built, which is apparent when she’s dressed for work, but less so when she’s off duty as she favours clothes that are comfortable and sometimes just a bit too big for her. She also has a particular fondness for jewellery, often wearing rings, bracelets, and necklaces, but nothing that requires a piercing. Anything that jingles or produces other subtle noises as it moves is a bonus- she loves those things.

Personality
In general, Clair tends to be on the more reserved side. While she does do a lot of thinking, it’s not very often that those thoughts end up as spoken words, not unless she deems them “important enough” to say. It can be difficult to get her to open herself up to conversation, and as a result, she maintains a bit of a cold aura about her. That’s not to say it’s impossible to have a pleasant conversation with her, as she still does what she can to be polite, but it’s not going to be easy to pry personal information from her.

Her status as a mage is something that Clair has mixed feelings about. While it’s comforting to know that there will always be people looking out for her and making sure she’s well taken care of, it’s also difficult to shake the feeling that she’s a constant burden on those around her. Because of this, it’s rare to see her complain even if something is seriously bothering her. Best not to have people not worry any more than they already do.

While she doesn’t enjoy every part of her job, she does it anyways out of a sense of duty (and, to be perfectly honest, it’s not like she has a choice). It’s the least she can do to pay them back for taking care of her, and it’s the most practical use of her abilities, as much as she might wish this weren’t the case. She just hopes it never gets to the point where she loses control of her magic.

Magic/Abilities
Storm Magic- A strange sort of amalgamation of lightning, wind, and (to a lesser extent) water magic. Her magic is definitely more focused around power than control, making it a far better destructive force than a constructive one. While formidable to begin with, the raw power of her magic grows over time if it isn’t being suppressed, becoming increasingly more difficult to control as it does. Since it’s generally in everyone’s best interest to keep her from getting to the point where she completely loses control of it, the limits of her magic haven’t really been made clear.

Relationships
Most of Clair’s relationships consist of her caretakers and her Mordecai partners. She’s had a few over the years.

History
Not much is known about Clair’s early years. What is known is that she was found as a young girl out on the Frontier, being used as a battery to help power one of the terraforming towers. Typically, mages in her situation tend to be overlooked or forgotten about, but she was one of the lucky few who ended up being found and freed. Less fortunate, however, was the fact that she didn’t seem to recall anything about where she came from or even who she was- not even a name. With no apparent family to go back to, she was handed over to the government of Edanith, where she was effectively raised by them through Mordecai and other caretakers. One of them helped her come up with names until she decided on one she liked, which she still has to this day.

Due to the destructive capabilities of her magic, Clair was trained to be a battlemage so she could put it to good use. She’s gotten pretty capable over the years, training with several Mordecai- due to the fluctuating power of her magic and the stressful nature of her job, it was difficult to find one who was a good fit for her. Her frequent transfers have led her to Tynova, where she seems to be staying… at least for now.

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Libra Characters / Camilla Vera, Solo Pilot
« on: March 28, 2018, 10:50:55 am »
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Name

Camilla Vera. She'll also accept "Cammy" or "Cam".
Goes by "Blue" online.

Age

28

Gender

Female

Species

Harpy thing :l

Ethnicity

Libran

Height

5'8"

Occupation

Solo pilot

Residence

Libra

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Physical Description

Well... being that she's a harpy, or at least very close to being one, the first thing about her that tends to catch people's attention are her more birdlike features. Her wings exist as part of her arms, and their size (along with the fact that she's remarkably lightweight) allows her to fly for short periods of time. They're also really good at knocking things over... usually unintentionally. Her feathers sport varying shades of blue, starting with a light baby blue along the edges and growing darker the closer they are to her arms. She makes it a point to clean and maintain them on a regular basis, so it's a rare sight to see any of them out of line. Her hands are mostly humanoid, except for her nails which are sharpened to the point where they almost resemble claws. Her feet also closely resemble a birds; they are dark, scaly, and digitigrade, with the toes ending in claws (or, perhaps more appropriately, talons). Each foot has four toes, with two of them pointing forwards and the other two pointing backwards. A neat little trick she can perform is rotating her back toes so that all of them are pointing forwards.

Other than those features, Camilla appears to be mostly human. She has energetic yellow eyes and navy blue hair that she allows to grow a bit past shoulder length- while she does take to styling it every now and then during her time off, there are other times when she'll simply leave it be, and it's one of the only things about her body that she doesn't really mind getting "messy".  She favours bright, colourful clothing to complement her feathers. Seeing as her feet are rather... difficult to work with when it comes to footwear, and the fact that she can usually move faster in the air than she can on the ground, she typically doesn't bother with shoes.

Personality

Camilla has a very clear idea in her head of what is "right" and what is "wrong", and it can be very difficult to get her to change her opinion on something important to her. She knows what is best for her in any given situation, and would probably have you believe that she knows what's best for you, too. In her mind, almost every person has something unique that they can offer to the universe, and while she recognizes that not everyone is willing- or able- to express that part of themselves, she's typically willing to help them to do just that... as long as it's on her terms, of course. There are a few types of people who she considers to be lost causes, though. You can't really help someone who isn't willing to help themselves.

...at least, that's how she is when she's on duty. Her off-duty personality is a fair bit more relaxed and playful, tending to avoid darker subjects and getting "too real" if she can help it. She enjoys teasing people on occasion- not usually anything hurtful enough to seriously upset someone unless she feels like they deserve it.

She's generally very alert of what's going around her, so when something does manage to surprise her, the results can be a bit... drastic. Sneak up on her at your own risk.

Magic/Abilities

She can flyyyyy. : D

...other than that, she has pretty fantastic control over her voice. She can use it to produce a wonderful melody, or to make REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING SCREECHING NOISES, and pretty much anything in between, without much risk of damaging it.

Her feathers are coated with a clear, oily substance that, while it has a pleasant aroma to it, tastes incredibly bitter and is toxic in large enough doses. It also helps to prevent her wings from being held on to, with most attempts to grab them resulting in the attacker's hands simply sliding off.

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Advanced Training Complex / Hooked on a Feeling (Goblin)
« on: March 19, 2018, 09:38:57 pm »
For the most part, it seemed to Vanessa that the past few months had just... happened to her. Like she was simply an observer, watching herself perform the same daily routine over and over again. It had been quite the emotional roller coaster, with too many ups and downs to count, and at some point she'd more or less started to go on autopilot. At least it was better than letting her emotions rule her and tear her apart from the inside, which would have been a real possibility if it weren't for Alec's guidance. Gods knew where she would be if she didn't have the support of her friends and mentors to keep her sane.

Of course, it wasn't like she could completely block out all of her feelings, even if she wanted to. That would require total control over her psionics, which clearly wasn't something she was able to accomplish just yet. As such, there were a few things that managed to sneak their way through the cracks in the wall she'd built for herself. Every time someone left the ATC, it stirred up some rather... bittersweet feelings inside her, ones that she wasn't sure she should be having. Of course she was glad to see her friends succeed and move on to do great things, but it also felt like each one of them that left was taking a piece of her with them.

At least she could find peace in the fact that she would be able to see all of them again once she graduated. Except for... no. No, no, no. She wasn't going to think about that anymore. It wasn't... good to think about that.

The past little while hadn't all been doom and gloom, however. There always seemed to be new faces showing up at the ATC, and that meant more people to befriend. More people that she could offer her help to, and if necessary, more shoulders to cry on. She desperately wanted to reach out and start putting her empathy to use once again, but right now, she needed kind of push.

Well, it turned out that this push would come fairly soon, although it would come from a rather unlikely source.

A particularly strong surge of emotion made its way into Vanessa's mind, pushing aside whatever thoughts had been running through it at that moment and disrupting her daily routine of walking from class to class without paying much attention to whatever was happening around her. It was a familiar feeling to her, and one that some might argue should be left alone. But what if someone really did need help, and she was supposed to be the one to offer it?

Well, she did have a bit of free time before her next class started. It couldn't hurt to check it out, at least.

The source of the wave of emotion appeared to be a man who was... well, he was a little scary-looking. It wasn't the lizard-like features that made her nervous, but rather the fact that he was practically twice her size and looked like he could probably lift her easily with one hand. Vanessa's instincts urged her to not get involved and just keep on walking, but her heart pleaded for her to stay. Appearances could be deceiving, and what good were her abilities if she wasn't going to use them to their fullest? So, taking a few deep breaths to keep herself calm and clear her mind, the small girl approached the giant of a man.

"Um... excuse me, sir. I don't mean to intrude, but you looked a little down and I wanted to make sure that you're alright. Is there anything I can do to help? Something you're looking for, maybe?"

Of course, she already had a pretty good idea about what was bothering him, but bringing it up right away would probably just make him more uncomfortable... and it would be kinda creepy.

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Advanced Training Complex / Reflection [Solo]
« on: December 01, 2017, 11:51:28 pm »
Vanessa couldn't recall the last time that she really felt... alone. Not since she'd begun her life as a Candidate and entered the ATC, anyways. Between drills, classes, meals, and even free time, there was pretty much always someone else around to interact with. Hell, even at nighttime when nearly everything was dead quiet, she'd always had a roommate to keep her company. Even if they didn't actually say anything to her, she would always be aware of their presence. Pick up on what they were thinking. What they were feeling. It could be a bit of a nuisance sometimes, but over time, she'd gotten so used to that sensation that it somehow felt... comforting. So much so that not feeling someone else's emotions floating around actually felt strange.

Unfortunately, that was the situation that she now found herself in. Alone. Vanessa lay on her bed, one arm and wing draped lazily over its edge as she stared across the room at the bed that had previously belonged to Aspen. Once. But not anymore.

She couldn't really blame Aspen for moving up, of course. Nor did she really want to- in fact, Vanessa was happy for her for the most part! The more people that graduated, the better, and of course she was glad that her friend was able to succeed in part of her training. Aspen had really come a long way when it came to working together and cooperating with others, which of course was what Stage 3 was all about. There was no doubt in her mind that her roommate deserved to move up.

...

But at the same time... another part of her was pretty torn up about the whole thing. Why didn't Aspen ever tell her that she was testing up? Was she just... afraid of hurting Vanessa's feelings? Or worried that she wouldn't pass her exam? Or maybe she was just so focused on studying and preparing herself that it had simply slipped her mind? Well, whatever the reason was, it didn't really matter now. What mattered was that Aspen had passed, and she was in another room now, and that was that.

...

Now that she thought about it, the room really was... empty now that she was its sole occupant. Vanessa spared a quick glance around the room, spotting her headphones and books tucked away in the corner, but not much else. Most of the assorted trinkets that had previously called this room their home had belonged to Aspen, given to her on various occasions by her friends... friends that had also been moving up at an alarming rate. This was... probably how Aspen felt when their friends started graduating, right? Probably.

...

...

...She supposed it for the best that everyone else was moving up- Vanessa didn't have much to offer them anyways. She was a terrible friend, even if she was genuinely trying to make things better. She could tell that Matt had only pretended to be happier for her sake, and for all she knew, she'd only made him feel worse. And as for what had happened to Aspen... she should have told someone about it as soon as she'd found out. If she'd just done that, maybe less people would've gotten hurt in the end. Maybe Garza wouldn't have... have...

...

...Gods, she was so useless. She couldn't help anyone or keep them from fighting with each other, even with an ability that seemed to be specifically tailored towards accomplishing those tasks. If she couldn't even do that, then what on earth was she good for? She was going to be an awful Pilot, and that was assuming she would graduate in the first place.

...

She couldn't hold it in anymore. The built up emotions that she'd accumulated over the course of her stay at the ATC finally began to boil over, and before she knew it, she was in tears. Crying was something that Vanessa had learned to avoid at all costs- not only did it give off the impression that you were weak, and an easy target, but it also made the people who cared about you get all worked up. But right here, right now, none of that really mattered. Not while she was alone.

...

...

She wasn't really sure how long she cried for- just that at one point, she'd gotten sick of it and forced herself to stop. Pilots weren't supposed to cry, right? So what hope did she have of graduating if she couldn't keep her emotions in check as a Candidate? Not a very good one, surely. That was just one of those things that she would have to work on, she decided. Maybe then she would be able to actually help people. Like she'd been doing with Tink, for example; even if she didn't really use her psionics in doing so, she hoped that whatever guidance she'd been able to provide to the Stage 2 candidate was enough to help her through to the next stage. Hoped. Because while she did want to have complete faith in her friend's ability to pass, there was always a chance of something going wrong.

...

...It wasn't a good idea to be thinking about those sorts of things, though. What she needed now was to get some sleep, clear her mind, then work on making things better starting tomorrow. Finally shifting herself from the position she'd been in for gods-knew-how-long, Vanessa reached her arm out towards the light switch on the other side of the room, concentrating on it intensely until she'd eventually generated enough telekinetic force to flip the switch, plunging the room into darkness. A few seconds later and she'd tucked herself into the bed's covers, the blankets resting gently against her back and wings as her arms wrapped themselves around her pillow.

...Tomorrow was another day. Right?

...

...

...................

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The Cancer / Fancy Meeting YOU Here (Cheesi)
« on: November 27, 2017, 09:50:46 pm »
Rumours could be a powerful thing. They were capable of convincing an untold number of people into believing and acting upon information that may or may not actually have any foundation in reality. They could be very dangerous in that way, leading to drastic actions being taken for potentially no reason at all, so when Axia happened to come across this particular rumour, she decided to investigate it personally before deciding what to do about it. After all, there wasn't much sense in getting her hands bloody if there was no reason to get all worked up in the first place...

...but if this rumour was true, her hands were about to be very, very bloody.

The rumour in question was concerning a certain group of black market dealers that had recently surfaced in one of the... less regulated areas of the Cancer. That alone wasn't really a surprise- the ship had a bit of a reputation for being a den for all sorts of criminals, and Axia was no stranger to dealing with some of the more unsavoury types that had made the ship their home. No, the surprising part was what they were supposedly selling. Apparently they dealt in rare animal parts (which, again, wasn't all that surprising), but the thing that got to her was that they were apparently dealing in dragon parts as well.

It sounded ridiculous, of course. Dragons were pretty much exclusive to Aedolis (with a few exceptions, of course), and trying to hunt a dragon there was practically suicide (as if hunting dragons wasn't suicidal in the first place). The whole dragon-parts-thing was probably a lie constructed to draw attention or swindle some poor sucker out of their money, but if there was a chance that there were other dragons out there, suffering just so that these sick bastards could make a few credits... well, that just wasn't something that she could let slide. Besides, even if they weren't hunting dragons, they were probably doing something equally as messed up. In any case, she wouldn't know exactly what they were guilty of until she'd looked into them personally.

The dealers' hideout was pretty much exactly how Axia expected it to be- dark, skeevy, and generally an unpleasant place to be around. She couldn't see much of the inside, as much of it was obscured by the rather hastily-constructed entrance, walls constructed from what appeared to be various bits of scrap metal. A lone, cloaked figure stood at the entrance, presumably placed there to greet potential customers. In hindsight, Axia would have done well to have been more cautious- because what were the odds of just one person guarding the entrance?- but at the moment, caution wasn't exactly her foremost concern.

The figure, presumably taken aback by her rather unique appearance, simply stood in silence as Axia stormed up to them. By the time they were able to start saying anything, it was already too late- the dragon had already planted her fist firmly into their chest, winding them, and they were almost immediately knocked unconscious by a second blow, this time to the head. The finishing blow was dealt by a partially-shifted hand rather than a fully human or draconic one; not quite heavy enough to kill, but enough to incapacitate them for quite some time. Would probably leave a pretty wicked scar, too, but hey, they probably deserved that.

Stepping over the now-unconscious body, Axia took her first few steps into the hideout and immediately began scoping the place out. The first thing she noticed was that the place was surprisingly spacious inside, having enough room to store perhaps hundreds of crates, indicating that there was probably a lot more people involved in the operation than she'd initially thought. The second thing she noticed was that everything was still pretty dark, which she quickly remedied by allowing the scales on one of her arms to light up and using them as a makeshift flashlight. The light produced allowed her to see more of the crates, and... and... oh, shit.

She dove behind a nearby crate just in time to avoid the sudden spray of bullets fired from one of the dealers that had previously been lurking in the shadows. All was quiet for a moment after that, but the silence was shortly broken by some faint murmuring in the distance. She couldn't quite make out everything they were saying, but she heard enough to get the general idea- something about "trying not to mess up the scaly bits"- which made sense considering what their job was. Honestly, though, they would probably be much better off if they just tried to fill her full of bullet holes. Well, that was their loss.

That being said, it wasn't like Axia could just ignore them and go on with her search... not unless she wanted her own body to be the next thing for sale, at least. They needed to be dealt with, not only because they were getting in her way, but also because they deserved to be punished. Lighting up her scales once again, Axia allowed her arms to begin shifting towards their draconic counterparts and stuck one of them out from behind the crate, releasing a blinding flash of light that temporarily lit up the entire hideout.

That particular moment may have been focused on light, but the ensuing panic was more full of noise than anything. Randomly fired bullets, the panicked shouts of the newly-disoriented dealers, the sound of claws and scales tearing through flesh... it was absolute madness. A few of the bullets actually managed to hit their mark, but were remarkably ineffective, leaving little more than cracks in the dragoness' scales. Axia, on the other hand, fought through the noise and chaos like it was nothing. Served these assholes right to be torn apart by the very thing that they claimed to have slaughtered several times.

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Ships and Factions / Merydia Sirens - Grace Under Pressure
« on: November 21, 2017, 04:42:56 pm »
The Merydia Sirens

100% concentrated star power.



About the Sirens

A peacetime-formed squad, the Sirens are a unit with a heavy emphasis on strategy, precision, and timing. The squad is not intended to function in combat on its own- in the event that they are called to action, they are generally expected to aid other combat units by providing covering fire, sniper support, scouting, and distractions. Combat plans are largely decided on before any fighting takes place- deviations from the plan are very rare, and potentially devastating if they happen at the wrong time. As a result, composure and the willingness to obey orders are traits that are valued very highly among the ranks of the Sirens, as being able to stick to the plan even under extreme pressure is imperative to their success as a unit. If there's a possibility of someone freaking out in the middle of a mission, chances are that they don't belong here.

While their capabilities in combat are no joke, one might argue that the main reason for the Sirens' existence is their PR side. The members of the squad are immensely popular celebrities (even for Pilots) and are typically expected to spend more time performing for and appealing to fans than they spend preparing for combat. This gives rise to another desirable quality in the Sirens, that being the ability to stay out of trouble, at least when they're in view of the public eye. A very important part of their job is making sure that they (and, by extension, all Pilots) maintain their positive image for the general public.



Rank and File

PRESENT MEMBERS:

Squadron Commander

Pilot Royal Zeiss Pepper
Dragon: Hauteclere

Squadron Leader

Pilot Echo Ash Steel
Dragon: June

(NOTE: This is subject to change! I wasn't sure if anyone else would want to play the Squadron Leader, so I'm putting Ash there for now. If anyone wants this position, feel free to let me know- otherwise, I'll leave her there.)

Assistant Squadron Leader

- Open!

Squad Members

Pilot Echo Nakiri Devoss
Dragon: Lark

- Open!



Squad Roles

There aren't really any set in stone roles for this squadron- any number of squadron members might be called in to aid in a military operation while others are busy performing their PR duties, so they avoid relying too much on any one person performing a specific task. Generally, the role a specific squad member will perform will vary based on which members are present and what the combat situation specifically calls for.



General History

There's not much of significance to speak of, or at least not yet. What is known is that the Sirens were formed mostly with PR in mind- give more people one more reason to hold Pilots in high regard. A pretty big reason that they exist in the first place was simply in order to take advantage of Merydia's large consumer base. However, a squad can't expect to be taken seriously based solely on the popularity of its members- they needed to be capable in combat, too. Luckily, there was a local Pilot who was known not only for his considerable fanbase, but also for his impressive record in combat: Pilot Royal Zeiss Pepper. The Kitsuni isn't quite as obsessed with being in the spotlight as he'd once been, but the chance to form his own squad wasn't an opportunity he was about to pass up. Taking on the role of Commander, Zeiss quickly began to search for potential squad members- people who could hold their own in combat, while also being instantly recognizable by a massive portion of the population. The squad may have been formed for the purposes of PR, but that just gives them something to prove...

Not only are they more than capable of kicking some ass, they can look extremely good while doing it.



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Aedolis Characters / Ash Steel, Pilot Echo
« on: November 20, 2017, 09:18:36 pm »
QUICK STATS
Name
Ash Steel
Age
35
Gender
Female
Species
Kulshedra
Ethnicity
Aedolian
Height
5’2”
Occupation
Pilot Echo, Squad Leader of the Merydia Sirens
Residence
Merydia

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Physical Description
Ash is a tiny little thing, or at least she is in comparison to most other Kulshedra. This is a result of her being born "out of season", but other than that, she's not too different from your average Kulshedra. Her scales are a light grey to match her name, and are surprisingly smooth and bunched together to the point where it can be difficult to tell where one scale ends and the other begins. Her hair is entirely grey and shares the same colour as her scales, and is commonly kept on the longer side so that it can be styled in various ways- if given the choice, though, she likes to keep it pretty simple. Her eyes are a deep emerald green, decorated by several golden flecks. She doesn't exactly think of herself as being particularly cute, but that doesn't change what other people think.

Her clothing can very a lot depending on what she's currently doing- she could simply be wearing plain clothes, or be in her uniform, or (gulp) wearing whatever "overly cutesy mess" PR has decided to put together for her. One thing that's pretty much always present, however, is the big purple ribbon that she keeps tied around her tail. Her dragon basically demands that she wear it, and while Ash isn't particularly fond of it, it's not really worth arguing with a dragon over it.

She also has a tattoo of a phoenix on the upper part of her right arm, above where the scales end. It's very pretty. :3

Personality
Depends on who you are and what mood you happen to catch her in. To the average person, she’s seemingly bright and cheerful, always looking on the bright side, very playful, and generally being “toooootally adorable”. For most people, this is all they see of her, and so they assume that this is what she’s like all of the time- but that’s far from the truth. There’s another side to her, one that’s much more bitter, frustrated, and even fiery on occasion. This is the side of her that usually manifests around other Pilots and people she knows well, especially those in her squad.

Ash has a bit of a temper to her, and she's not afraid in the slightest to tell people off or even yell at them (when she's not out in public, at least) if they're doing something to annoy her. However, she does know when it isn't an appropriate time to lose her temper, and can be incredibly patient at times if the situation calls for it. For example, she would never allow herself to freak out in the middle of combat- she wouldn't last long on her squad if that was the case. This can lead to her letting her emotions bubble and boil underneath the surface for long periods of time, which only makes it even scarier for whatever unfortunate soul is on the receiving ends of one of her rants when she does get the chance to let it all out.

While the "cuter" side of her is mostly just used to make her look not-terrible out in public, there's some parts of it that aren't completely fabricated. Ash does have a bit of a soft spot for cute things, but of course there's a difference between liking something and having your entire life revolve around it. She can also be pretty competitive, which means that there has to be some amount of playfulness buried in there somewhere.

Ash has mixed feelings about being part of her squad- while she does enjoy the aspects of combat and order and appreciates the opportunity to prove her worth as a Pilot, there are other things that really tick her off. She hates the overly cutesy stuff that PR and her dragon are constantly getting her to do, and certain members of the squad do kinda get on her nerves...

Magic/Abilities
Ash's most practical and useful ability is a sort of localized hemokinesis(?) that allows her to control the flow of blood and chemicals (such as neurotransmitters) within her own body. This gives her more direct control over things that would usually be taken care of by her body automatically. For example, she could force her body to stay "calm" (normal heart rate, breathing, etc) under pressure, giving her an incredibly steady aim even under the most stressful of circumstances.

She's also a faunapath, but that doesn't really come up all that often in her line of work. It's a pretty rare sight to find her making use of this ability, which isn't too surprising- after all, what exactly would she be using it on?

Decent telepath.

Relationships
June- Her dragon. She's a bit unique-looking, having two pairs of leathery wings and sporting various shades of red, orange, and yellow. She also has a few small tubes running along the sides of her body, transporting various fluids around as they are needed. June is quite the playful dragon, and her decisions seem to be rooted much more in personal preference than pure logic. For example, her reasoning for her choice of Pilot was for one simple reason- she thought Ash was cute! The decision to join the newly forming Sirens was almost entirely June's, because of course she had to show off her adorable little Pilot to the world somehow. While the dragon does get on Ash's nerves from time to time, she puts up with her well enough- not that she has much of a choice, of course.

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Aedolis Characters / Zeiss Pepper, Pilot Royal
« on: October 08, 2017, 04:33:22 pm »
QUICK STATS
Name
Zeiss Pepper
Age
81
Gender
Male/Hermaphrodite
Species
Kitsuni
Ethnicity
Aedolian
Height
5'6"
Occupation
Pilot Royal, Commander of the Merydia Sirens
Residence
Merydia

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Physical Description
Zeiss is... well, he's a Kitsuni! Which means that, while his overall body shape is mostly humanoid, there are several features adorning it that are much more fox-like in nature. Among the most obvious of these features would be the furry ears sticking out from his head and the twin tails that trail behind him, which appear to constantly be rearranging themselves and even getting slightly twisted up on occasion. He's not a "true" male as far as Kitsuni are concerned, which may have contributed to his build and facial features being seemingly equally as delicate and sleek as they are powerful. Warmer colours are rather prominent across his body, which is rather typical of fire-generating Kitsuni- his ears, tails, hair, and even his irises all share similar shades of red, orange, and brown, mostly culminating in a warm auburn. His hair length and style can vary greatly depending on what his job demands, but he personally prefers to keep it a bit longer and spike it up in the front.

Despite being a Pilot who specializes in combat, and having been one for many years, Zeiss' body is completely devoid of scars and blemishes, or at least any that are clearly visible under normal circumstances. He's gotta look good for the people, after all; it wouldn't do to look like anything other than complete perfection, considering his position.

Personality
Probably Zeiss' strongest personality trait, and the one that contributes the most to him being a powerful leader, is his nigh unshakable composure. Cracking under pressure is something that simply doesn't happen to him (or at least, not that anyone knows about), and he's upset by something, it can be incredibly difficult to tell for anyone who isn't a trained empath. The way his squad operates in combat doesn't allow for many mistakes or deviations from its predetermined strategy, so remaining calm and collected under stressful circumstances is a very important quality for him to have.

Of course, the rest of his squad also needs to be able to stick to the plan, and he expects them to follow orders when they are given- insubordination is taken very seriously, and he isn't at all afraid to go full stern-Pilot-mode on someone if they don't understand that. That being said, he also has a more playful side to him, and that's the side that you'll probably be more likely to see as long as you haven't done something to tick him off. He doesn't particularly enjoy getting angry with people, after all. He also quite enjoys being the centre of attention, which isn't exactly much of a surprise.

Magic/Abilities
Telepathy and Pyrokinesis, two abilities that are not at all surprising for him to possess considering the fact that he's a Kitsuni. His telepathy is very well practiced and able to project clearly over a fairly large area, which comes in handy when delivering orders to his squamates in a combat scenario. His control of pyrokinesis is also excellent, which is only compounded by the fact that his body literally generates fire. This is a species trait which cannot be turned off, and as a result his body is constantly warm to the touch.
totally makes for great hugs by the way :DDD

Relationships
Hauteclere- A mostly-organic-red-scaley dragon, adorned with several curvy horns sticking out at various points on his body, most notably around his head. The horns themselves sport a golden colour, and he makes sure that, along with his scales, they are constantly kept nice and sparkly. He thinks very highly of himself, and while he is well aware of the authority he has over Zeiss, the two of them are fairly friendly with each other.

History
Like most other Kitsuni, Zeiss grew up among the rather mob-like family that makes up the Kitsuni community in Aurora. He had quite the desire for attention and praise in his younger days, and when it became clear that he was capable of developing his psionics further than most other Kitsuni, he had a bit of a tough time trying to keep it hidden- after all who wouldn't want to show off their cool fiery powers? So of course, despite his family's best efforts to keep the full potential of his abilities hidden from the Pilots and Dragons, it was eventually discovered that he was indeed strong enough of a psychic to become a Pilot, and a few days later he was off to the ATC.

Truth be told, he wasn't really sure what to think about the whole ordeal at first. Being separated from his family was understandably rather upsetting, but the promise of greatness that came with being a Pilot was also rather tempting. In any case, he wasn't going to be making anybody happy if he ended up getting trimmed, and so he decided that it would be for the best to put all of his effort towards graduating. And sure enough, after a few years of living through the constant struggle that was Candidacy, Zeiss was picked by Hauteclere and became a full-fledged Pilot.

The decision to move to Merydia was mostly Hauteclere's- he couldn't really risk the conflict of interest that might arise from being in close proximity to the Kitsuni community in Aurora, who had a fair amount of distrust for Pilots. It simply wouldn't do for Zeiss to reconsider where his loyalties lied, so keeping him in a city that was a fair ways away from Aurora seemed like the right call. The young Pilot didn't mind this too much at first, though. Being a Pilot was pretty awesome, and in a few years, he'd become a bit of a local celebrity.

However, as the years went by and he climbed up the ranks, the fame and attention that came with being a Pilot became less and less important to him. He didn't strive to be noticed nearly as much as he did when he was younger, and he started to miss the sense of belonging that came with being part of a close family. Fortunately, in the years following the war, he got his chance to feel something like that once again. Newer squads that were formed partially for the appeal of PR were beginning to pop up, and given that he was a local hero of sorts, along with the fact that he had proven his competence during the war, led to him becoming the very first Commander of the Merydia Sirens. Of course, the squad isn't a perfect replacement for his family, but he figures it's a good enough replacement if he can't patch things up with the folks back home.

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Aedolis Characters / Jaime McLeod, Pilot Cardinal [WIP]
« on: August 26, 2017, 06:38:05 pm »
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Name
Jaime McLeod
Age
22
Gender
Male
Species
Human
Ethnicity
Aedolian
Height
6'0"
Occupation
Pilot Cardinal (CO, member of the Adstreia Hellions)
Residence
Adstreia

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Physical Description

Personality
Emotions are not Jaime's strong suit- he has a hard time picking up other people's emotions unless they're being displayed pretty blatantly, and he rarely shows any form of strong emotion himself. He's never been any good at lying or faking emotions, either. The best way to communicate with him is to be perfectly clear and say exactly what you mean, because there's a pretty good chance he'll just end up getting confused otherwise. It is not uncommon for him to end up answering rhetorical questions or to take a sarcastic comment seriously.

That being said, if you are blunt with him, then he'll be perfectly happy to follow orders exactly as they are given to him. Yes, exactly. He has an incredible memory, so it's very rare to have to tell him something more than once. Just don't be surprised if you tell him to do something silly and he actually goes through with it. There are, of course, some exceptions to this- While Jaime is definitely odd, he's not an idiot, and he's not going to do anything that will obviously get him in trouble.

Jaime is a perfectionist when it comes to things he really cares about, and it is not uncommon for him to do the same thing for hours on end if he is determined to improve upon it. He will work on a problem until he falls asleep if that's what it takes, then immediately get right back to it once he wakes up. While he may seem rather dull and flat a lot of the time, he can instantly becomes much more expressive and energetic when it comes to subjects he's passionate about.

Magic/Abilities
Jaime's psionic abilities are rather basic, but he's practiced and talented enough with them to make them useful in their own right. Telepathy is no problem for him, being able to communicate over long distances and even with multiple people without much effort. His telekinesis is fairly powerful, being capable of applying significantly more force than his physical strength can. Being very practiced with this, he's learned many ways to effectively apply his telekinesis. For example, he could move objects that he would have no chance of budging otherwise, or making an opponent topple under an invisible force and keeping them pinned to the ground. He can even use it on himself to a certain extent.

Relationships
- His father, mother, and sister, all of whom live in Adstreia for one reason or another. They might not all live in the same household, but the family bond is still strong among them, and they visit each other pretty frequently. He has a bit of a friendly rivalry with his sister, which has its roots from back when they were both children.

Faust- A rather large black feathered dragon, covered in several places with metal plates. The plates run along his body, legs, and tail, but his wings seem to be fully organic. He isn't exactly ambitious and, for the most part, is perfectly fine with allowing Jaime to make his own decisions (provided they aren't insane or treasonous, of course). He does find it entertaining to tease his Pilot occasionally, though.

History

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Haviah / Another Day [Lion]
« on: August 17, 2017, 05:10:16 pm »
Honestly, Lorraine really hated the whole 'celebrity' aspect of being a Pilot sometimes. It was damn near impossible to step foot out in public without seeing your face plastered everywhere. Then, of course, there was the fact that you were almost bound to be recognized by somebody, and eventually you ended up surrounded by a bunch of idiots staring at you and asking you to sign things. The best way she'd found to deal with this was simply to keep walking and pretend everyone else didn't exist, but that was rather difficult to do in this particular scenario. She was supposed to be meeting Grisham at this stupid restaurant, but he sure seemed to be taking his sweet time.

Thankfully, she was one of the lesser known Pilots, at least to the public eye. That was partly to do with her not being too highly ranked, but mostly because she simply didn't show up in public very often. It made the whole experience slightly less agonizing for her, but of course there were still a few people who recognized her. Her signature pout was enough to deter most people from approaching, but occasionally some little kid who didn't know any better would give her a big doofy smile before their parents hurriedly dragged them along.

Gods. What on earth was the point of her coming out here, again? To relieve stress, apparently? Yeah, right. How the hell was she supposed to be relaxed when she knew very well that the asshole responsible for injuring Pilot Echo Rook was still out there somewhere? For all she knew, they had already come across their next victim, and here she was just standing around doing nothing. To be fair, it wasn't like she could do anything at this point without any orders, and considering what happened to Cinnamon, she probably wasn't going to be getting those any time soon. That didn't really make her feel any better about it, though.

It didn't help that Grisham had yet to show up, either. Lorraine checked her com for what must have been the hundredth time to make sure she had the details correct- correct time, yes, correct time, yep- and yet the Pilot Royal was nowhere to be seen. From what she'd seen and heard, the guy was definitely a bit odd, but it wasn't until now that she'd begun to suspect that he might just be screwing with her. Maybe he didn't actually have any intention of showing up, and she was just wasting her time by waiting around for him... or maybe she was just being paranoid.

At any rate, she was probably going to go insane if she heard one more "thank you for your service" from another random civilian. At this point, she wanted nothing more than to go back to her apartment and just play with Reyn or something, but... maybe she would wait just five more minutes. Five more minutes, just in case Grisham did decide to show. Because she really didn't want to have come all the way out here for no reason.

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Advanced Training Complex / Let's Talk About Feelings. [Moonie]
« on: August 10, 2017, 10:31:10 pm »
Getting an official page from a Pilot was always... well, scary. The alert that came from the communicator could be pretty damn startling, and you could never be sure whether or not you were in huge trouble. Luckily for Vanessa, it didn't appear that she was in trouble this time around- in fact, she was being assigned to a mentor!

Of course, having a mentor wasn't always a good thing, or at least that's what she'd heard. There was always a chance that you got assigned to someone who wasn't afraid to make your life hell, who cared about little else other than making sure only the strongest of Candidates made it through the program. Ones that were perfectly willing to turn you into an emotionless shell of a person as long as you did your job.

She decided not to think about that, though, both because it was pretty unpleasant and because it simply wasn't very likely to happen in this case. While she hadn't personally met with Pilot Noble Alec Holding, she hadn't heard anything bad about him, which was a good sign. He was a counsellor, after all, so it was pretty safe to say that terrorizing Candidates probably wasn't how he operated.

...come to think of it, she did recall his name coming up somewhat recently, but couldn't quite remember when. Oh, well. Probably wasn't that important.

In any case, while she was pretty damn nervous to finally be meeting her mentor for the first time, Vanessa was also excited about the whole thing. She'd have to improve her control over her empathy at some point if she wanted any hope of graduating, and having someone who could help her with more specific techniques would go a long way towards achieving that. Making a good first impression was important if she wanted any of that to happen, though, so it was probably for the best if she made it to this appointment on time.

---

True to her word, Vanessa soon found herself standing at the door to Alec's office. She didn't want to wait there too long due to the potential risk of earning the ire of her new mentor, but there was still that one thing at the back of her mind that was bothering her...

...crap. Now she remembered. Pilot Noble Holding was the guy from the picture that was sent to Aspen (and subsequently forwarded to the rest of the Candidates in the chat) a little while ago. Something about him having a thing for Aspen's sister. Definitely not appropriate to bring up on her first meeting with him, or on any meeting, really. She did whatever she could to push those mental images aside for the time being, because things could get awkward real fast if she started projecting them.

Alright. Enough stalling, she decided. Holding was going to start getting suspicious if she wasted too much time out here, and she was just going to end up getting more worked up the longer she waited. Summoning forth all of her courage, she gave the door a few solid knocks before taking a small step back and gazing into the doorway with anticipation.

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Aedolis Characters / Royal Bloom, Pilot Noble
« on: June 11, 2017, 09:56:44 pm »
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Name
Royal Bloom
Age
60. Not actually all that old, considering they can live to be around 300!
Gender
Female
Species
Kulshedra
Ethnicity
Blooooooooo.
Height
5’9”
Occupation
Pilot Noble, Combat Ops
Residence
The Citadel
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Physical Description
She is blue.



Well, kinda. Being a Kulshedra, Royal possesses a rather odd-looking combination of human and animalistic features. The more animal-ish parts would consist of her scales, ears, tail, and claws. The scales exist in several patches across her body, sporting a deep royal blue colouration, while the portions of her body that aren't covered in scales consist of fairly normal-looking skin. Her ears are large and floppy, with a tendency to perk up whenever she gets excited or anxious... which happens a lot. Her tail is thick and powerful, covered entirely by scales and even a few spines on its backside; it doesn't take much to deduce that getting hit by it would hurt like hell. Her feet function with only the toes planted on the ground rather than the whole foot, and end in claws.

Royal has wavy black hair, accompanied by several streaks a blue that match the colour of her scales. Her irises are a dark violet, and her pupils are almost always wide and attentive. She cannot open her jaws extremely wide (an ability common among males, but less so among females), although she would hardly have any use for such an ability regardless.

Personality
Royal is very easy to excite, and possesses a seemingly boundless amount of energy that she is more than willing to put to good use... then immediately crash and fall asleep the moment she's alone and off duty. She likes to think of herself as being very pretty, and any odd looks she might receive from those who see her for the first time are automatically taken as compliments unless explicitly stated otherwise- hell, even if they are stated otherwise. She is ever the optimist, usually being very quick to point out the positives of any situation, even when doing so might not be entirely appropriate. She doesn't really seem to understand the idea that being sad isn't necessarily always a bad thing, and thus will go to great lengths to cheer others (and herself!) up. That being said, even she has her breaking point, and being unable to heal someone- physically or emotionally- is one of the few things that could really dampen her mood.

She adores giving hugs. Plenty of hugs. Because hugs always work, right?

Magic/Abilities
Her most notable psionic ability would be her hemokinesis, which is fairly powerful and focuses on closing wounds or otherwise minimizing the damage caused by an injury (for example, by restricting blood flow to a certain area in order to reduce the amount of blood loss) until proper medical care can be provided. Combined with the fact that she's not exactly a pushover on the battlefield, her ability to keep people alive and (somewhat) unharmed makes her a very good combat medic.

...she can also hit things pretty hard. :l

Relationships
Myrrh: The dragon that Royal is bonded to. Myrrh is slightly smaller than the average dragon, and is mostly coloured a pale yellow. She initially fought adamantly against the experiments that the Aedolian dragons what they are today, sustaining several injuries and eventually losing her tail in the process. Most of her wounds were fixed up well enough, either through standard medical procedure or by introducing new mechanical parts, but she never found a replacement for her tail that worked well for her. The absence of her tail made flying much more difficult, and thus she spent many years without ever bonding to a Pilot- the other dragons could make much better use of them. When she finally did decide to choose Royal as her Pilot, it was for a good reason- her tail. She discovered that, with the help of the psychic connection between a dragon and their Pilot (and plenty of training), Royal could use her tail almost as if it were Myrrh's. The two quickly build a strong bond with each other, and nowadays they are so synchronized in flight that you could mistake the pair them for being a single creature. Due to the strong dependency that has formed between them, they are fiercely protective of each other.

History
blehhhhhhh i'll finish this later. Maybe.
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Cancer Characters / Axia, Spacefaring Dragon
« on: May 22, 2017, 05:05:46 pm »
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Name
Axia

Aliases
"Hypernova" in chatrooms.

Age
5000-ish

Gender
Female

Species
Dragon

Height
5'5"

Occupation
Usually, some sort of freelancer picking up odd jobs here and there. Currently, crew member of The Loveless.

Residence
Anywhere and everywhere.

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Physical Description
Axia may be a dragon, but taking on that form tends to be dangerous and impractical these days. Instead, she relies on a roughly human form for the most part, although it does retain a few bits and pieces that are distinctly not human. In this form she looks roughly to be somewhere in her twenties, and while not particularly physically imposing, she seems sturdy enough to take a few hits. Long, platinum blond hair streams down her shoulders, and her eyes have an unnaturally bright blue colouration to them, lighting up even more when she’s excited or surprised.

The not-so-human parts of her body consist of features carried over from her draconic form, albeit drastically reduced in size. Smooth scales coat several parts of her body, and can be seen most prominently along her back, as well as the backs of her arms and legs. The scales also take on a pearlescent shine when exposed to light, complementing their usual silvery colour. She also has a pair of scaled wings that emerge from her back- while she is technically capable of dismissing them temporarily, she finds it highly uncomfortable to be without them for an extended period of time.

Personality
Despite being thousands of years old at this point, Axia's intense sense of curiosity has hardly dulled a bit. If anything, her departure from Earth has only provided her with more places to explore and oddities to interact with, giving her a constant stream of new information to satisfy for desire to learn. Any time she's faced with an opportunity to improve her understanding of something, she finds it difficult to refuse. This has led to more than a few risky adventures over the course of her lifetime, but she's not stupid- she knows enough to recognize and avoid truly deadly encounters whenever possible. Well, either that, or she's just incredibly lucky. Probably both.

An explorer at heart, Axia is a highly adaptable person and can adjust to changes in her surroundings without much trouble as a result. It's quite difficult to catch her "out of her element", but it's not impossible to throw her off guard- being a heavy daydreamer, there are certainly moments when she's not paying as much attention as she probably should be. In her younger years, her mood had a tendency to fluctuate a bit as her surroundings changed. Nowadays, she's a lot better at regulating her emotions, and tends to maintain a confident and collected demeanour (although she's certainly still a bit on the excitable side).

Magic/Abilities
Axia possesses powerful light magic. Not to be confused with holy magic, her abilities are more focused around utilizing radiant energy and bending the light around her. She can use her magic do things like throw bright pulses of energy, blind others with a brief flash of light, or manipulate light to create harmless illusions. There is a limit to how much energy she can expend at once before having to "recharge", although being exposed to light can help her to regain her energy more rapidly.

Other fun stuff!
- She maintains a "hoard" consisting of stuffed animals resembling all manner of interesting and unique creatures, as well as a whole lot of devices typically designed with the purpose of making things explode.
- She really doesn't like it when the lights go out unexpectedly. It's probably the easiest way to reliably spook her.
- She absolutely loves to stargaze and spends a lot of time staring out of ship windows.

Relationships
Relationships with other crew members TBD.

Ain- Her soon-to-be ultra mega crush.

History
A highly curious individual from birth, Axia never was particularly content to sit still in one place for too long. She would relish every opportunity she got to explore the areas around her home, quickly growing more confident with every trip. When she eventually got to the point of interacting with other intelligent species, she was quick to develop a form more suitable for interacting with them, eventually settling on something that resembled the humans who seemed to share her burning desire to learn. For countless years, her routine remained the same- explore a new place, hang around for a bit, meet a few people, and eventually move on to the next place.

It wouldn't last forever, though. Conditions on her home planet changed considerably over the years, and it became increasingly more dangerous for her to stick around as a result. She found herself getting roped into plenty of conflicts, and the ongoing process of mechanizing dragons was worrying, to say the least. Eventually, she was left with little choice but to leave the planet in order to preserve her own life and well-being. She took to the stars as many others had done before her, initially settling in on the Libra station before beginning to bounce around between various ships and stations. She's content to continue wandering the cosmos for now, but she hopes that Earth will eventually be safe for her to visit every now and then.

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Aedolis Characters / Lorraine Estrada, Pilot Echo
« on: May 19, 2017, 08:54:02 pm »
Name
Lorraine Estrada

Age
25

Gender
Female

Species
Human-turned-Arcaeles

Ethnicity
Aedolian

Height
5'4"

Occupation
Pilot Echo, member of the Ryun Ravens

Residence
Ryun, Aedolis

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Physical Description

Having at least some amount of Serenian ancestry, Lorraine is relatively light-skinned and fair-featured. Her hair has a deep rose colouration and can grow to be quite long, so she often takes to braiding and tying it up when she's on duty in order to make sure it doesn't get in the way. However, she occasionally lets it flow freely when she's off duty. Her most immediately striking feature, though, would probably be her eyes. They have a deep purple colouration, and are often responsible for a piercing gaze which can almost feel as if it's performing an interrogation all on its own. An extremely attentive observer might notice a couple unusually sharp teeth, although the difference is quite subtle.

As an Arcaeles, prolonged exposure to sunlight is problematic for Lorraine. Generally, she attempts to keep to shaded locations whenever she can, but she keeps well prepared in the case that she needs to step out into daylight. She covers up extremely well- long sleeves and ankle-length legwear are basically a given for her, and certain oddities such as gloves and umbrellas aren't uncommon. She favours dark colours for their greater ability to absorb light.

Oh, and sunglasses. Always, always sunglasses. To protect her eyes, of course (but also because they look very cool). Obviously she'll wear them over her eyes if she's going out in the sun, but otherwise she's usually content to let them rest higher up on her head.

Personality

Lorraine is someone who has a lot of difficulties fitting in with her surroundings. Despite being an Aedolian native, the culture never really rubbed off on her. She has very little interest in hard drugs, sex, and many other things that are prevalent in Aedolian culture, and seeing how much these things appealed to those around her has always been confusing for her. However, she's trying to learn not to be too bothered by this- there's much more important things she could be worrying about rather than what other people spend their free time doing.

Generally, Lorraine is a quite a serious and responsible person. It would be highly unusual to see her participating in the same kind of antics that some of her coworkers might (although she's been known to contribute her fair share of snarky comments regarding such behaviour), and she prefers practical and straightforward solutions to problems over the more creative ones. She's not usually the type to joke around, which can lead to her being a bit of a buzzkill at times, but hey- she gets things done.

Lorraine takes her role and responsibilities as a Pilot very seriously. She's constantly pouring most of her energy into her work, which is something she actually finds comforting- it's much more stressful for her to not be able to work then it is for her to be working 24/7. Some might argue that it's unhealthy how much energy she puts into it, but good luck getting that through to her- getting her to take long breaks can be like pulling teeth. The bright side of this is that she's extremely reliable and very, very good at her job. The more problematic side is that she doesn't really know how to turn "Pilot mode" off and let herself just... relax once in a while.

Notes:

- Has a mechanical heart in place of a natural one, serving the purpose of preventing interference with her psionic abilities.
- Doesn't like to be touched. Like, at all. There are very few people she's willing to make exceptions for regarding this, and even then, she'll rarely tolerate it for more than a few seconds.
- Although she has no intention of ever getting particularly drunk, she has recently developed a bit of a taste for wine, with a particular fondness for fruitier varieties.
- Doesn't know how to feel about compliments to her appearance and gets pretty easily flustered by them.

Abilities

Psionics!

Vibrokinesis- A very particular and specialized form. Specifically, she possesses the ability to sense heartbeats from a distance. This ability is most commonly used to find or track people she doesn't have a line of sight on- one might liken it to a form of echolocation (haha), but it also has some other potential use cases. Sensing a quickened heartbeat might indicate that her target is nervous or worried about something, for example. A chip next to her brain allows her to tone down the strength of this ability, which helps to prevent massive headaches resulting from being around lots of people- although crowds are still fairly uncomfortable for her, so she tends to avoid them when she can.

The sensitivity of this ability varies depending on how close she is to someone. Making direct contact amplifies it greatly, to the point where it's incredibly uncomfortable for her to do so. Therefore, she avoids touching people- or being touched- whenever possible.

Telepathy- Enough to bond with a Dragon, but nothing too special otherwise. She's not talented enough to forcibly dig through someone's mind, but she can receive and project thoughts (and prevent them from spilling out accidentally) fairly well.

Vampirism!

Being an Arcaeles comes with its own set of powers. She possesses slightly enhanced senses as well as increased speed, has the ability to heal at a faster rate under moonlight, and is generally pretty difficult to kill outside of a few specific methods.

She can also shapeshift into a bat! Specifically, the form she can shift to is a species that resembles a grey-headed flying fox, although it strangely seems to retain the same deep purple eye colour as her usual form.

Relationships

Parents: Both members of the Aedolian military. She didn't have much of a bond with them (partly due to the fact that they were rarely home, but also due to the fact that she's always been a bit withdrawn) but she had always looked up to them regardless. They went missing during her Candidacy and are currently presumed dead.

In reality, her parents are still out there somewhere. A duo who secretly worked against the Aedolian power structure, their plans became much more complicated when their daughter developed psionic abilities and began her Candidacy. Fearing what might happen to the Pilot-to-be if their work was ever traced back to them, they devised a plan to fake their own deaths after the end of the Edani War, cutting out their ID chips and slipping away into the Midhaven. At least for now, their current whereabouts remain unknown. (Profiles for these two to come eventuallyTM)

Camus: An older dragon who, at this point, is probably more mechanical than organic. His scales have a metallic quality to them, being very reflective and sporting the same kind of colours one might see in a precious metal. He chose to bond to Lorraine not necessarily for her psionic abilities, but rather for her personality. As far as their relationship goes, though, they're mostly indifferent towards each other. They're not friends, but they work together well enough.

Reyn: An orange-ish cat that she adopted from another Pilot a while back. He demands a lot of attention.

History

Being born an only child to parents who were never around much, Lorraine learned to care for herself at a young age. She quickly got used to the feeling of acting independently, and although this had its fair share of benefits, it also left her with difficulties making connections with people that she still struggles with to this day. In any case, growing up in a military household led to her developing a great deal of respect for the military, and she constantly worked herself to her limits in the hopes that she might one day join their ranks. That day came sooner than expected- in a checkup following complaints that she was getting frequent headaches, Lorraine's psionic potential was discovered and she was shipped off to the ATC in a matter of days.

Candidacy had its ups and downs for her. Due to her dedication and discipline, she excelled in her studies, and she was capable of being intimidating enough that most people knew better than to bother trying to mess with her. Learning to properly control her psionics was by far the most difficult part for her, but with enough time and effort, she eventually got the hang of them.

Left without any immediate family and few friends after graduating from Candidacy, Lorraine instead threw herself immediately and enthusiastically into her work. She worked as a Seeker for a while, during which she developed a peculiar form of vampirism after a particularly dicey investigation in the Midhaven. The changes to her body were unexpected, but came slowly enough that she had a decent amount of time to adapt to them.

Lorraine didn't bother too much with trying to make new friends or connections for a good while, although this is something that has recently changed. Her recruitment into the Ryun Ravens meant the introduction to a few people that she would interact with regularly. While some of the squad's members might have their... eccentricities, she does occasionally make an effort to connect with them. It seems to her that getting along well with them would contribute to a more cohesive and effective squad.

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Aedolis Characters / Vanessa Corriveau, Stage 4 Candidate
« on: February 18, 2017, 11:04:09 pm »
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Name
Vanessa Corriveau
Age
19
Gender
Female
Species
Human? Maybe?
Ethnicity
Aedolian. Very mixed ancestry.
Height
5'0"
Occupation
Pilot Cardinal, Therapist
Residence
The ATC
IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description
Vanessa isn’t exactly what one would call an imposing figure- she’s pretty tiny and lightweight, and while she’s fit enough (pretty much a necessity for Candidates), she’s not going to be punching people through walls any time soon. Her build is much more suited for dexterity than it is for brute force. She has pale amber eyes, and deep crimson hair that she likes to grow out pretty long, or at least as long as she can without getting into trouble.

…oh yeah, she’s got wings, too. They resemble those of a bird’s, and the colour of the feathers match that of her hair. She's nowhere near practiced enough with them to use them for flight, but she could probably use them to glide… not that she’s ever tried that, or even had a reason to try it. They are, however, rather sensitive. She’s never really questioned their existence, as they are fairly common among her family.

Personality
Vanessa is very passionate, and considerate of others- she basically has to be, considering her abilities. It is quite common for her emotions to be influenced by those of the people around her, which could be beneficial, detrimental, or just really confusing. Other people also tend to feel what she feels, which can result in a kind of “positive feedback loop” of emotion. This means that while her mood can be volatile and fluctuating at times, it can also remain fairly consistent over a long period of time at others. One of the most effective ways to mess with her would be to play with her emotions.

While her mood is certainly prone to being influenced by others, she does have a personality of her own. She’s kind and agreeable for the most part, but sometimes keeps herself quiet in order to avoid the possibility of bringing up something she “shouldn’t” know. Crowds make her sort of anxious- too many thoughts and feelings flying around- so a good amount of her free time is spent with fewer people, or alone working on her hobbies.

She sees her psionic powers as both a blessing and a curse. While they are undeniably useful at times, there are also points where they serve as nothing but a nuisance. They affect her more than she’d like sometimes, but she strives to keep them under control so they can be used for the better.

Magic/Abilities
Vanessa’s most notable psionic abilities lie in her telepathy, and by extension, empathy. She can pick up on other people’s thoughts and emotions pretty easily, though reading a person’s immediate thoughts is definitely much easier than attempting to dig through their memories or reading something they’re deliberately trying to keep hidden. Projecting her own thoughts is simple enough… a little too simple, in some cases. These abilities, though fairly powerful, can be difficult to control at times. She’s not great at “turning off” her telepathy, so she can end up hearing or projecting messages without meaning to. This is especially the case for her empathy- if someone near her feels something, chances are that she feels it too, whether she likes it or not. Other people’s telepathic abilities also seem to work especially well on her. She strives to work on ways to keep her abilities under control; hearing and feeling so much can get exhausting.

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Wants and Limits / Cinnabar's Wants and Limits
« on: February 18, 2017, 08:35:55 pm »
TOTALLY NOT REPOSTED FROM SOTE OR ANYTHING

PLAYER WANTS

What types of plots are you interested in playing?
Most things, honestly. I'm not the biggest fan of combat-heavy stuff since I'm not too sure how to make it flow well, but small bursts of it is fine.

What are your favourite character types to play?
I tend to play a lot of:

- Nerds of all kinds.
- Eccentrics and characters who get a little... lost in their own worlds.
- People who could use a hug, or people who like giving hugs.
- Mages! Yay magic!
- Shifters and other humanoids with animal bits/characteristics. Ears, tails, horns, etc. Especially wings.
- Girls, apparently.

How often can you reply to any given thread?
It really depends on how busy I am. Could take less than a day, could take weeks if I don't have the time.

What is the longest you're willing to wait for a reply to a thread?
A looooooong time. Basically forever- just let me know if it'll be a while so I know I haven't been forgotten about.

Are you open to RPing over instant messengers? If so, what's the best way to contact you and what times are you generally available?
I'd rather keep roleplaying mostly to the forums.

Are you open to post volleying?
I might do it occasionally, but I don't like writing really short posts. If we're in a group of multiple people, I like to establish a post order so people don't get left out (unless everyone agrees to it). If it happens, it happens.

Anything else?
If you want to write with me or tell me something, please approach me directly. I can be pretty oblivious at times so dropping hints might not work with me.

PLAYER LIMITS

What are you limits regarding powerplay/godmoding?
I'm okay with it, within reason. Just don't try to tell me what my own character does and we should be fine.

What are your limits in regards to romantic situations?
Romance is not usually something I have in mind when writing up characters. I'm not necessarily opposed to the idea, but I'm probably not going to approach someone with a romance plot and many of my characters will shut down romantic advances for various reasons. Just don't jump into a thread expecting my character to automatically be into yours.

What are your limits in regards to sex?
Basically, I don't write sex. I don't necessarily have any problems with reading it (although it isn't really my cup of tea), but you're never going to find me writing out a sex scene myself. Expect implied/fade to black from me on this one.

What are your limits in regards to pregnancy within plots?
No limits here.

What are your limits in regards to violent scenes?
See above.

What are your limits in regards to abuse/rape in plots?
Again, see above.

Are you okay with characters being transformed against their will?
You can attempt to do so, but you should ask me first before permanently transforming a character.

What about healing?
Healing minor, recently received wounds is usually okay. As a general rule, any injuries described in a character's profile are probably going to stick around.

Anything else?
Please let me know if there is anything you're uncomfortable with.

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