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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)
To the tune of the last part of the 20th Century Fox theme:
top top top toooop
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(March 13, 2015 - 9:39 am)
Okay, it seems like I kinda disappeared from your cave. So, here's this, just to tie up loose ends and stuffs!
Lysa
This is...odd. I've never been spotted before. But the girl seems nice, and so does her cousin, although her cousin's mildly eccentric. As we talk, I pick up on something. A human, raging outside. Suddenly, the human bursts in...but she's just not quite right. To ethereal.
A spirit.
A flood of memories, of nightmares, descends, and I'm running, running out of the cave, away from the spirit, not even caring who might hear me.
"Lysa, stay here! I'll be back," the woman called, glassy dress glistening. The girl nodded as her mother walked away. Then the spirits came.
A scream pierced the air. The girl's mother didn't return. The girl ran.
I have to get away. Spirits....did they not torment me enough?
Running, running. Focusing on my feet moving forward, the twigs crunching beneath my feet, anything but the memories.
The girl smiled. She may have had her hardships, but the boy would protect her. She knew it.
"Wait here, Lysa. I have a surprise." The girl nodded. The boy came back, acting abnormal. At first she blamed it on excitement.
Then she saw his black, glazed eyes.
Must keep running. Through the forest, past the stream, into the meadow. I trip on a rock and the pain, the physical pain, cones. But it is good, something to keep away the memories.
Then I'm falling.
(March 15, 2015 - 12:55 pm)
I forgot how boring standing around and acting like a sane CBer is.... bleh. Whatever, not like I want St.Owl to take up my charrie or anything, so I suppose I must stay.
Gerdie~
I stir and sit up, messages of revenge flashing through my head. It's pounding. That girl must have knocked me out.
I hear a disturbance. It isn't close, but owl senses can pick up this kind of thing. I can tell; someone is injured.
Perfect. Prey.
I turn into an owl and fly silently to the person. There she is-- the weakling, the one that can change sizes. I grin a malicious grin and swoop down.
"So," I say. "How would you like to die? Should I gauge out your facial appendages or just chop off your limbs?"
"If you're going to kill me, make it quick," the girl replies, quietly.
"As you wish," I say, happily. I flip out my favorite knife-- made of diamonds, it's as sharp as sharp can go. Certain death if punctured.
Carefully, I lift it up, aiming for her neck. I bring it down....
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(St.Owl)
Stop there, kay? We don't want the charrie to die.
Admins, I'm sorry if this is a little innapropriate!
(March 15, 2015 - 7:45 pm)
I will make one so Saint doesn't have to be the ONLY alter ego on the thread.
Blackheart Clawsoul
Age: ??
Appearance: Eyes violet, smoke rising from her eyes. Rippling black hair and fangs. Wears black wraps.
Peronality: Bloodthirsty, mean, cold, mistrusting, backstabbing, manipulative. (Like me.) Rides her black... I think it's a panther. Anyway, it is a big black cat.
Powers: Can manipulate shadows (like me) and transform into a cat, but her eyes remain the same. When she is powerful enough can rip out someone's soul, leaving them in the same state the Dementor's Kiss would. Can also possess people for short periods, but is vulnerable while she is possessing. Speaks to cats. Rides Assasin (her cat).
~Blackheart Clawsoul~
I see someone in a clearing, with a beautiful diamond knife. She's holding it over a girl with hazel braids. I would love to be her now. I would possess her, but she looks like a formidable ally. So I decide to make her job easier. I'll possess the girl with braids. "Assasin. Possession mode," I say. She knows what to do. I possess, she protects me. I concentrate, and feel my soul rushing through the Continuity and into the body of Hazelbraid. Suddenly I am looking through her eyes. Then it hits me, instead of just forcing her to be still, use her as a terminal. "We could be allies, you know," I say through Hazelbraid. The one with the knife smirks. "What kind of alliance would I form with you?" "Not Hazelbraid," I say. "Me." I point through her to the undergrowth where I stand with Assasin circling my body. I then feel a light tugging coming from that direction, saying, time to go. I listen, and give Knifegirl a half smile before I return to the Continuity and hurtle back. I'm looking through my own eyes again.
(March 19, 2015 - 12:51 am)
Gerdie~
"Stay here," I tell the girl. Of course, she's injured and not really going anywhere. SO no point in saying that. But this girl has to keep up appearances.
"I don't do alliances," I tell this new person. "Unless, of course, for some reason they will not be backstabbing and they will help me on my goal of murder."
The girl smiles. Well, more of a grimace. I don't think she can smile. Well, there's one thing we have in common.
"I can't guarantee I won't backstab you," she says.
"Good," I say. "Neither can I."
"But I do want to be your ally," she says. "We'd be good, you and me. We could succeed."
"Temporary and loose for right now," I say. "So that if I somehow have maternal instinct it won't be broken. We can bond more if we survive each other."
"Agreed," she says. We shake hands (I make a show of wiping mine). Then I go back to murdering the girl.
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AGIAN we team, Agent Nightcat!
(March 20, 2015 - 8:29 pm)
Birds of a feather, flock together. Agent and Saint are both bloodthirsty, manipulative, cold, backstabbing, mistrusting, and secretive--
Agent: Yes, I pride myself in that.
Somebody:-- which means they have things in common. This draws them together as allies. But seeing as the qualities are, well, what they are, they won't ever be actual friends.
Agent: What are these "friends" you speak of?
Somebody: Something you shall never understand.
(March 21, 2015 - 12:32 pm)
To the Star Wars theme: TOOOOP TOOOOOP TOPTOPTOPTOOOOP TOP TOPTOPTOPTOOOOP TOP TOPTOPTOPTOOOOP, TOP TOP TOPTOPTOPTOOOOP TOP TOPTOPTOP TOOOOOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOOOOOOP
*gasps* Fruity, be appropriate! Oh yeah, guess that gives it away. I am.....
(March 19, 2015 - 1:09 am)
TOP TOP TOP TOP
(March 20, 2015 - 6:27 pm)
Kitera~
I watch two girls make an agrement of some sort. I wrap my hands tighting with the black cloth and wrap the tree branch I'm on with it. Holding onto the black cloth carefully, i bounce off the side of the tree and roll onto the safety of the ground.
"Who're you?" One of them asks, their eyes narrowing.
"Kitera." I reply, smirking. Fear, Despair, Hatred. Give these items for them to compare.
"What The..." Another girl groans.
"You feel it?"
"Y-yes." Replies the first girl meekly. Fear, Despair, Hatred. I'm make it stop, for they are not top.
"I stopped it." untie the cloth from the branch and roll it around my hand.
"What was that for?" The second hisses.
"To tell you that I'm powerful."
"But it was a bit out of the blue!"
"That's the point." I smile.
(March 21, 2015 - 9:52 am)
Blackheart Clawsoul~
I need a look at this lady's soul. "Assassin. I'm syncing." Assassin circles me as I time my breathing and heartbeat to the gentle pulse of the Continuity. Pulsing, yet still. Freezing, yet burning. Eternal, yet minute. The Continuity empowers those who sync to it, empowers me enough to take a wisp of soul. I could take the whole thing, but I want just a look. Kitera's soul is hot, and squirming, and wriggling, and black as coal. I return it to her. She is indeed fascinating. And powerful. I consider enlisting her as an ally. No. Better to rip her soul out now. Entirely. Condemn that black, writhing heart to the Continuity.
(March 22, 2015 - 2:23 pm)
Hey everyone. So, just wondering how Cecelia ended up alone, wounded in the middle of the forest so suddenly. And what happened with that thing with Lysa? I don't really want my charrie to die so I'll make another to save her. Okay?
Faola
Age: 11 in fairy years (about 55)
Appearence: She is a fairy (small, winged, etc.). She is freckled and redheaded. Her hair doesn't even reach her shoulders, and it seems to defy gravity. She wears a simple autumn leaf dress. Her wings are green.
Personality: Cunning, her fairy friends nicknamed her Fox. She loves to stray from the fairy village. She carries around a small bark knife. She vows to help anyone in need.
Powers: Basic healing powers. Flight. She can manipulate light.
I don't want to make this too long. So another post is coming!
(March 21, 2015 - 5:32 pm)
Seriously though, I thought Cecelia was in River's cave!
Aliens?..........whoooooaaa....
(March 25, 2015 - 1:54 pm)
It's black, the thing I'm falling through. And it must be deep, because it's taking quite a while.
Where did the hole come from? And why is it that even though it's dark, I can see myself, not looking like glass, but with real, human color? That's not right.
And besides that, I can hear voices. Not faraway ones, like they should be, but very, very close by.
"The sedative should hold her under awhile. That potion worked like a charm."
"Do you think it'll do that to all the aliens? Make them normal?"
"How should I know? It worked on her, but she's probably not very important. The others will be harder." Suddenly, something happens. Something inside me clicks. And then my arm is glass again.
"We're losing her! More of that poition!" I feel my mouth being opened, even as I'm falling. No, no no. I clamp it shut hard, and hear a yell.
"She bit me! That little monster bit me!" I smile as I slowly start being invisible again. Lights rush up and I"m lying on the ground again.
I get up and run, fast as I possibly can. "After her!" shouts the man that owns one of the voices. I can see him and his associate now.
I'm faster than them, though, and they soon give up chase, cursing. I scramble up a nearby tree. I can not let this happen again.
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Somebody, I hope this is okay with you! If not, feel free to change part of it!
(March 22, 2015 - 4:47 pm)
Wow! Sweet! I love it!
(March 22, 2015 - 11:17 pm)
I'm making one.
Name:The CROWN QUEEN OF THE NOBLE KINGDPM PLANTAE!!!!! (Call her Plantae)
Age: Biologically immortal. Looks 16, is 713.
Appearacnce: Vivid green eyes (why do I like green eyes so much???), blond hair with flower crown, light green flowing plant fiber dress with flower belt. And she has a flower choker necklace.
Personality: Mistrusting but decent, blunt, and a bit excitable.
Powers: Plants do her bidding, and she is an air- and waterbender too. However, she needs to stay hydrated, and if kept long enough inside without sunlight, may die. Oh yeah, and she can teleport short distances.
Other: Crown queen of the plant kingdom. Her flowers that she wears are alive and serve as scouts and companions. Also she can get around by having the plants carry her. She lives near a cliff where flower tornadoes form year-round. Her eyes glow green when she's angry.
Somebody: Wow DNA, you actually sat down and typed that... and only yelled once???
Agent: *is speechless*
(March 25, 2015 - 10:43 am)