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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)
Faola~
I think I should join in on this nonsense, but where to start? Maybe with the bloodthirsty killers. No, I'd better go and help that girl. We could escape without attracting any attention. I buzz up to her, leaving a trail of pixiefrost behind. I collect some, as a gift to her. She looks surprised.
"Wow, a real fairy! For me?" she mutters. She leans forward, then cringes. I'd say that she probably sprained her ankle. I fly around it a few times. Not too bad of an injury. I can probably heal that up.
"Here, eat this. Let me see your foot," I tell her. She eats the frost and smiles. "Yummy. Thanks. Listen fairy, you need to get out of here. See those girls? They will hurt you, and me." She looks sad.
"My name is Faola. Trust me, fairies aren't as defenseless as you would think." I focus my energy on her ankle. The pixiefrost already did half the work. My eyes turn bright green and her ankle does too. I try to heal her as fast as I can. The killers' conversation can't be going on for much longer.
She doesn't look too surprised. "Thank you Faola. My name is Cecelia. Now, let's get out of here."
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Pixiefrost: Like pixie dust, but I didn't want to copy from Tinker Bell too much. Small snow emitted from a fairy's wings when flying. When consumed, it stops pain and heals some, but you need a fairy to fully heal a wound.
(March 25, 2015 - 1:48 pm)
To the tune of Firework
TOPTOPTOPTOPTOOOOP TOP TOP (Baby you're a firework)
TOPTOPTOPTOPTOOOOP TOP TOP (Come on, let your colors burst)
TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP (Make em go oh, oh, oh)
TOPTOPTOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP (You're going to leave em going oh, oh, oh)
TOP TOP TOP (Boom boom boom)
TOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOP TOP TOP TOP (even brighter than the moon moon moon).....
(March 25, 2015 - 5:11 pm)