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Psionic RP!
Create a character with a cool power. Or two. Or three. Or however many you want.
Setting: Magic forest full of spirits like in Miyazaki films.
here's mine:
River Wolfpaw
Age: Biologically immortal (i.e., won't die of old age but can be killed by disease of physical trauma). 712 and counting. Appears 16.
Appearance-- always wears a dress of deer hide and a crystal dagger on a string around her neck. Has black paint markings over eyes that extend tendrils down onto her cheeks, with long black hair, pale skin, and green eyes that look as if they were cut from emeralds.
Personality-- Easily angered, and occasionally hurts feelings by being so truthful it hurts or just being a jerk without meaning to. Lives in a cave with Huntingstar, her silver wolf, who she is fiercely protective of- even though Huntingstar can take care of herself very well. Actually can be very nice, and is pretty smart. She speaks Japanese, and sometimes forgets herself and speaks in it, much go the confusion of some of her friends. (Huntingstar understands English and Japanese.)
Powers: She can talk to animals, some better than others. Also, she's wicked with her spear and her crystal dagger, and has powers of telepathy and electrokinesis. She has wolf speed and stamina, and wolf senses of smell and hearing. Rides Huntingstar. She knows exactly what plants are edible and which are poisonous, and exploits that knowledge. Really good cook.
Inspired by San from Hayao Miyazaki's anime film Princess Mononoke.
submitted by Somebody, age Who cares, Secret HQ
(March 4, 2015 - 6:45 pm)
(March 4, 2015 - 6:45 pm)
Name: Kitara (Kit-ar-a) Blacblui (Bla-cu-blue)
Age: Looks 20, is 127.
Appearance: Long black hair with blue stripes, long legs is covered with blue markings swirling around the toes and ankle, ending on her knee. Blue eyes, small nose. Large hands and feet. Usually has stripes of black cloth that circle the wrist once, tighten around the thumb, and travel up and down the fingers and traveling back up on the pinky. Horns made out of shadow and darkness sit on top of her head. Her bare Feet have blackness swirling around it. Leather belt with a stone staff and a few knives attached to it. When she smiles, some of her teeth are as sharp as a.. I don't know, as a wolf? Leather pants with blue and black markings, ripped tanktop.
Personality: Mysterious, logical, resourceful. Harsh tempered, protective. More of a loner, isn't very friendly, and her rather cold humor can bring someone down when she tries not to. Lies when needed, trusts pretty much no one.
Powers: Can create, turn into, destroy, and controll shadows and darkness. She can also put fear, dispair, or hatred into people's hearts. She can also use her staff to do cold and mean magic, and if she is powerful enough, take all the good thoughts from people's hearts and pretty much transform them into sad, weak, zombie things that is more worse than death.
Can I make two characters? If so, here's my second one.
Name: Emmi Wishna (Wish-na)
Age: looks 6, is 75.
Apperance: Fluffy and curly green hair, large childish grayish blueish eyes. Wears a gray silk dress with green sparks coming out. Shoulder covered with green markings. small hands covered with green markings. Small feet covered with green markings.
Personality: childish, senstive, honest in that 5 year old way. Likes to make people happy, but doesn't get in the conflicts.
Powers: Can heal people, give people good thoughts, and give back old memories to the forgotten.
(March 10, 2015 - 9:56 am)
Raven~
I stare at the two girls, my heart beating, emotion after emotion swelling through me.
"You're a spirit," I say, staring at River.
"Yes," says River, "nice of you to notice that."
"But you're not," I say, looking at the new girl.
"I'm a human," she says, staring at me.
I grin. "And you happened to come accross this fight when you were twenty feet tall. You know, that doesn't really show peaceful signs out here."
"Hey, I can't help it, OK?" says the girl, and she holds out a hand. "I'm Ceilia, by the way. Nice to meet you."
I don't take it.
Then I hear someone else arrive, and I whirl around, knives and spear ready.
(Saint Owl)
Pardon me, I forgot to mention, Gerdie is bloodthirsty and enjoys having people die.
Gerdie~
Well, well, well. New options. I never knew there were so many people here.
"So," I say, mock innocent, "what is going on here?"
"That's what we're trying to figure out," says another girl. She has long black hair and a dress of deer hide.
"Hmm, maybe I can help you," I say, still innocent. "I have to guess that three wild girls-"
"I'm not wild," says the third girl, one with hazel hair in pigtail braids. "I'm perfectly civilized. I just got lost."
"Fine then, two wild girls and one lost girl," I say. "You accidentaly met up. I'm guessing one of you has a grudge on humans?"
The first girl, one with long black hair and a lionskin dress, says, "Well, you can't blame me. My parents wanted me to die."
I sigh. "Just let me finish. You met up, and the one who has a grudge attacked this spirit, thinking she was a human. And then this... size-shifter... accidentally dropped in. And then I did."
We stand in a circle, the four of us. I look at them, assessing them.
The lost one will be easy to pick off.
The spirit one will be almost impossible. It's like she knows what I'm planning.
The gruding one is neutral. We might have a bit of a fight, but I'm pretty sure she'll die in the end.
(March 10, 2015 - 4:48 pm)
I do not trust this new arrival. Cecelia seems ok, but the smart face new arrival projects maliciousness. I've killed a lot of people in my time though, I'll manage. I assume fighting stance. I lift my spear into the air. The tip is metal, and lightning can't help but be attracted, so another bit of sky power comes down to aid me. I fling a line of lightning at owlface. She lifts into the air and hoots. "Owl powers, huh?" I say in my echoing "empowered" voice. I draw the electricity back into my own body, then release them in a high-voltage pulse wave. Owlface is knocked unconsious, so I let the lightning dissipate and turn back to Cecelia.
(March 10, 2015 - 9:02 pm)
~Cecelia
It takes me a while to answer her, I'm so flustered.
"H-human... Aren't we all?" That wasn't a question. The fire-girl and the lightning-girl, Raven and River I think, both are still standing like I'm about to attack. Pure lightning lingers in River's hands. I think she trusts me. She looks in my eyes and disperses the lightning. Raven is still as tense as ever.
"I'm a spirit. What exactly do you want?" River replies.
"Well, as I said, I was exploring and-"
River interrupts me. "Oh... fine... I'll give you shelter in my cave." She sighs. "I'll need two more moss mats."
We walk to a surprisingly comfortable-looking cave. There's one other girl in the cave along with a deer (or doe, as I can't really tell) and a wolf. I'm no longer scared, as I am convinced this is a dream. There is a beautiful looking glass statue of a girl on the ground.
The statue moves. "Hi, I'm Lysa." Okay, so it- she is just a girl. Believable. Nothing can scare me now.
(March 10, 2015 - 5:22 pm)
Oops. What's happening?
(March 11, 2015 - 7:18 am)
Emmi watches them through the branches of a bush, curious of all the spirits.
"So many Ghostie wosties like me!..." She whispers happily. She smiles to herself as they grab a few moss mats and relax on them. She inches closer, wanting a bit of company.
"Did you hear something?" asks one of the girls, her hand slapping down on a knife attached to her belt.
"I did!" Emmi replies back cheerfully, clueless to what they meant. The girl walked toward the bush, and pulled Emmi out.
"Who're you?" she snarls.
"Emmi!"
"You a spirit?"
Yup!"
"Why're you so cheerful?"
"Aren't youuu so cheerful?" Emmi giggles.
"She's just a little kid..." mumbles another kid. A human, Emmi thought.
"She's a spirit! She's probably hundreds of years old, Cecelia," hisses the first girl.
"Raven! Even though she is probably hundreds of years old, she still acts like a kid! Don't get all military on her," another girl replies, walking out of the cave.
"I'm only 75..." Emmi whispers, getting frightened.
"Oh, well, I wasn't right. Fine, River, you win." Raven bites her lip.
"Friends?" Emmi happily call out to noone in particular.
(March 11, 2015 - 9:55 am)
Name: Frost Glacia
Age: She's a frost elf, so she's immortal. Looks about 16.
Personality: Wise and smart, but cold (pun intended).
Appearance: White Druid robes, platinum blonde hair, teal eyes.
Backstory: She's an extremely powerful Druid.
Power: Water element and telekinesis.
Frost-
I burst into the clearing and see three spirits and an unconscious one.
"Hullo..." I start, "um... I'm Frost Glacia. Hi. Er, I don't get many visitors..."
The tall one looks confused. "Visitors?"
I smile, and I realize she's human looking. I take the invisibility charm off my cave and step inside, inviting them in.
(March 11, 2015 - 11:34 am)
Seriously. I have no idea what is going on.
(March 11, 2015 - 3:32 pm)
@Palmtree:
Okay. My charries, your charrie, Sombody's charrie, and Brookeria's charrie have met up in a clearing in the woods. Gerdie has been knocked unconscious because Somebody's charrie can tell feelings. And then Brookeria's charrie busted in on the climax.
(March 11, 2015 - 4:32 pm)
Agreed, Palmtree.
Well, let's just say we are all in River's cave, okay? And let's slow down a bit. Okay, I'm going fast myself, but still.
(Sorry if I'm being a dork. I only watched a bit of the flim.
(March 11, 2015 - 5:00 pm)
That's ok, I'll try not to make too many Miyazaki references.
(March 11, 2015 - 5:19 pm)
Hey, guys, I'll leave, cause I don't watch much Miyazaki*.
*like, I basically watched five minutes of Princess Mononoke.
(March 12, 2015 - 3:53 pm)
Oops, I included your character in my post.
P.S. It't Pi day! (3.14)
(March 14, 2015 - 11:07 pm)
Okay... So I get it now...
~Cecelia
"What are you doing?" asks Lori. (I learned everyone's names.)
"Trying to wake myself up." I am pinching myself, but by now my arm is reddish. "Gosh! I must be in a coma or something, because pinching does NOT work."
She laughs. "Humans are so silly."
We walk into the ice girl's [sorry I forgot the name of the charrie ] cave. It looks like River's cave except it feels like there is air conditioning (obviously not), and there are chair-like things instead of mats.
She gestures to some half-eaten fruit. "Sorry, I haven't had the time to clean. I really wasn't expecting visitors."
(March 12, 2015 - 3:49 pm)
Uh oh. Tooooppppp!
(March 12, 2015 - 10:34 pm)