Name: Kathryn Kimples Age: 18 Gender: Female Power(s): Can basically use words to alter objects. ((She can say 'The door melted in a single fluid movement.' Which, depending on the strength of the door, could cause it to literally melt. Or it could do nothing.)) Weaknesses and Limits: The more powerful an object (Rarer the material in it/sentience), the harder it is for her to affect it. The only way around this is to use more words to describe what she wants to do. Once she uses an adjective, it cannot be used to affect anything until 12:00 AM. Using her ability will mentally fatigue her, making her descriptions less thorough the further and further in she gets with the description. Cannot create anything, she can only alter existing objects/people. CANNOT completely and randomly destroy an object. Plus, the more unusual the action that the object does/turns to/whatever, the more description it takes her.
Appearance: About five feet and nine inches tall with dark blonde hair and a slightly rounded face. Blue eyes and white skin. Arms are average length and end in normal looking, smooth skinned hands. Is almost always wearing dark blue shorts and a dark grey striped white t-shirt.
Personality: ----
History: She was born on the streets of Brinkhaven, trying to survive. No one took her in, no one loved her. Then, one day, she met this burly young man. He randomly hit her on her head and told her all about her ability. She used it to rob from stores and the like. This ended up with her being put in jail with a scarf/thing around her mouth so that she couldn't talk. She was held there for about a month before a caring couple (old people ((FTW)) ^_^) decided to bail her out and adopt her. Since then, she has basically reformed. She has just turned eighteen, in the unaligned ((I think that's where she goes. She could go in physical too, right????)) base which she has recently joined. So far, she has not done any missions.
Fill this out: (Mage_Of_Cats-Kathryn-18-Female-Words to alter objects IRL)Jack wandered off into the fores, NOT purposefully going the wrong way. He never noticed the giant leaf covered pit... well, not until he was inside of it. There, he slowly starved to death - his power just made it worse.
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Slade disperses into smoke, reappearing behind Jake, his eighth piece of Pizza in hand. "I haven't eaten in quite some time. Excuse me for being hungry." He begins chewing on the pizza.
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"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis
"Simple enough to remember I suppose. So I guess you were here for the mission as well."
Rising to his feet after speaking his last few words to Jack, Vance returned to the ETG base entrance and began searching the guards for items of use and valuables. Minutes later, he came up with an assortment of knives and pistols. Finding no place to store them,he drifted into the base, dropping the weapons to the ground.
Briefly glancing through the doors as he flung them open, Vance found a well stocked supply closet, filled with ETG uniforms and assorted bags. Vance slung a duffel bag over his shoulder and started for the exit when he had a thought and threw a ETG uniform and suit in his size in the bag.
That will be useful in time for sure. Just gotta make sure no one thinks I’m an ETG.
Satisfied with everything collected, Vance picked up his gear from the front and began his hike back to Brinkhaven. Midway through, He glanced back as he heard the base explode, feeling the vibrations of it rushing through the trees.
Man I hope Jack got clear of that... that was a pretty big blast for me to feel that from this far... Nah, knowing that kid, he probably fell in a hole or something.
Approaching Brinkhaven’s main gate, Vance glanced at the guards who merely nodded at him as he passed by them.
Well at least they didn’t stop me to search my bag. The contents might have been a bit hard to explain. With nowhere to sleep, Vance lugged his bag to a public park and spent his time sleeping in a tree.
"I'm kinda hungry." Jenny said: clutching her stomach. "You wouldn't know where there was a place to eat would you?"
Max looked around.
"I see a donut shop right there." Max said. "I have a couple hundred dollars or so in pocket right now...which should cover for a small--."
"I'm actually in the mood for something salty." Jenny said with a smile.
"You know, I heard there was a pizza party being hosted by some of the people we know." Max said looking at the L-watch on his wrist. "I'm going to see if I can contact Liam with this L-watch...doohickey...thingy."
((I have so many questions as to what is happening.
1: Did the base explode?
2: When are Deemas and the others leaving?
3: Is there any more pizza?
4: Where is the location of this new ETG base?
5: Is there any more pizza?
6: Who all is at the rooftop pizza party?
7: Is Jenny okay?
8: Are Max and Jenny dating? *Of course not*
9: Is there any more pizza?))
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
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1. I have no idea.
2. I have no idea.
3. I have no idea.
4. I have no idea.
5. I have no idea.
6. I have no idea.
7. I have no idea.
8. I have no idea.
9. I have no idea.
Hope I helped ))
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I used to be chocolate cake.. but then new Minecraft Forums happened..
((
1: yes it did.
2: I do not know.
3: I sure hope so.
4: No idea. There's another ETG base?
5: You said that already. Try again.
6: Not sure. I'll find out sooner or later.
7: For the most part, she is. Being that she was in the metallic state, she was able to withstand a great amount of damage that would otherwise be caused by Max's teleportation. Right now, I would speculate that she had a slight drop in her sodium content. Thus why she is craving salty foods right now.
8: They are NOT....not yet anyways.
9: refer to point 5.))
Name: Nya/Naia ((Pronounced Naia) In truth her name is Naia, but she will write, spell, and sometimes pronounce her own name as Nya. (NYAH) She does this on purpose specifically eliciting cat puns and such because the whole thing is one big cake made of irony)
Appearance: Her general appearance varies, but when she decides to show as human, she usually looks something like this ((Yeah, I know, MSPaint.))
She doesn't like people seeing her true appearance, but if you insist, this is what she really looks like:
Ok fine. She actually looks like this:
There. You saw her freakish mutant scythe/devil tail wings. Are you happy? She's very sensitive about those and you just opened up all those emotional scars, twisted the knife, then poured salty lemon juice into it. Are you satisfied? Hmm? HMM!? She'd probably be crying right now if she saw this blatant display of her image online.
What? Yes she's human! Or at least that's what she will vehemently claim to be. Oh who are you to start questioning her? You just stabbed her!
Ability: She can disguise anything and everything, though her concentration divides for every observer. Her ability works in that she targets an item, she selects something about that item, then makes it unidentifiable. The more traits she covers, the harder it becomes to maintain the disguise. The item remains disguised permanently, though she has a mental bank of sorts where she can remove her ability effect from any item herself. The item does not actually change, and so when no attention is put on it, it uses none of her concentration. When much attention is put on it, it is more likely to be seen through, and if it seen through entirely, the entire mirage disappears.
When she disguises something, say, the roundness of a ball, your mind will work to rationalize it as a similar but different object; like a cube. When you kick the cube, the rolling will alert you to the unnatural properties of the ball/cube, and if you stop believing it is a cube altogether, it will revert to a ball.
When multiple people are observing the cube, the finer details must be shown to their perception, causing it to take up more concentration. When people get close or closely scrutinize the cube, it takes up more concentration. If she slacks or breaks concentration, the finer details may be left out, and it is more easily identified as not a cube, or that something is wrong. Her distance from the object is irrelevant, and the same object can be interpreted by different people as different things. If she does nothing but disguise a ball's roundness, they might see a pyramid or something. She can however be more specific and change it into a cube herself by more complex denominations of definitions, but that's mere nuance.
Personality/Other: She is an alien has a deformity on her back which she hides to avoid being socially shunned. She has an affinity for anime, manga, video games, snakes, danmaku, and thigh-high socks. ("Thigh-High socks are her absolute territory") She has an inexplicable ability to make all otaku fall head-over-heels for her. (Or at the very least she thinks she can do this and has yet to be proven wrong) She has a deep appreciation for the art of irony, and the irony of irony, the irony of the unironic that is ironic because of the irony, and so on and so forth through countless tiers of irony wrapped in an ironic sandwich which is ironically glazed with cinnamon, then ironically hurled up into dizzying heights of the upper echelons of irony on mount irony, the tallest ironic mountain in all of ZILLYHOO, so named because of the irony. A poor nation, Zillyhoo ironically struggles economically because of the ironic inability of the rest of the world to appreciate its ironic snake hats, which happens to be its primary agricultural export, chosen for ironic purposes of course. However, this ironic nation is not an earthen nation of course, no, it is a nation of an ironic metaphor wrapped in an ironic explanation sandwich, ironically glazed with cinammon, then ironically hurled up into dizzying heights of the upper echelons of ironic self-repeating metaphors and ok this has to stop now.
She has so many pet snakes that she states that the world is her terrarium, and is never seen without at least one snake on her person.
Her weapon of choice is a Bow. No, that's not a trident, it's a bow. She likes firing a barrage of arrows disguised as snakes, SCPs, frogs, danmaku, horrorterrors, or other hilarious things. Since they whizz by, it's hard to notice they are actually arrows and even harder to dodge them since the illusion can disjoin with the actual arrow. She prefers bows and arrows because bullets are too fast to be visible and arrows dish out more physical damage in the long run, plus her ability gives her plenty of time to actually fire them.
She has a giant pet winged snake, (as far as you know, it's a winged snake) that flies her around the place, but since she thinks that it creeps people out, she often disguises it as a UFO and rides around on top of it.
Seeing her in her belle outfit with a parasol and everything wearing her Kamina/Dirk/Bro glasses while standing on top of a fast moving UFO tends to make people think she's weird. That is absolutely correct, though she only makes herself look like that because "the look on your face is priceless."
She lives in a UFO floating above Brinkhaven in a large, fancy, multi-room tree-house outside of Brinkhaven that totally isn't fake and is where she actually spends her alone time at Ehahahaha~ *forced laughter*.
She is in the mental faction.
(( Thanks, Matt. And no worries ))
(( Also base exploded? Where and would everyone in the city hear the explosion? Edit: What base? I mean, yeah, a base, but a base for what? ))
Neil sits in the corner of a shady bar sipping on his first glass of beer in what would be considered the poor part of the city. The place with the most amount of petty crimes performed by small-time, petty criminals. The bar's called, "The One-Eyed Rooster". One would assume it's called that because the owner's left eye is covered with an eye-patch and he's quite the ladies man. That doesn't matter to Neil at this moment. What does matter to him is that every time he looks to the left he sees a muscly bloke with greasy hair, a black tank top and a huge evil grin sexually harassing a poor young waitress who's barely legal. Quite the eyesore for Neil. Neil doesn't like eyesores.
Neil takes a big swig of his beer, gulping it down at the same time he slams the half full glass back on the table. Beer splashes out and a few people turn to see what made the noise. What they see is a slender man in his mid twenties death staring and walking towards a muscly bloke in a tank top. The people didn't turn back to what they were doing previously. Instead they continued to stare at the slender man realizing that sh*t's about to go down.
We live in the city of the "Gifted". You'd think the bloody people living here would at least have more respect, Neil thinks closing in on the muscly man. "Get your filthy hands off the lady, you sewer rat!" Neil demands, piercing the man with the daggers that are his eyes. The man was dumbfounded. A person who appeared to be scrawny and weak with a wicked stare and a lot of balls is telling him what to do. To a man like him, it's outrageous.
The thug stands up towering over Neil on purpose. "And what are you going to do about it, pipsqueak?"
"You'd think in real life people would be less cliche with their lines. I mean come on. The amount of times I've heard that line is ridiculous. If you're going to be a thug, at least be more original, b*tch t*ts." Neil says, attempting an insult and being slightly hypocritical as b*tch t*ts isn't the most original insult. He looks at the man's muscles and suddenly gets jealous. That's not like him at all.
"That's it!" The thug pulls his hand back to punch and it lights on fire. "They call me flamethrower."
"Wait a moment. Old fashioned fist fight or new school?" Neil asks, a slight smile crossing his face.
"Shut up!" Flamethrower yells, simultaneously throwing a flaming punch.
Neil dodges to the left, flames warming his face. Neil sees the muscles ripple in the man's arm causing another surge of envy. Shaking his head, Neil attempts to ignore the strange emotion. "Your mistake, arsehole," Neil says getting angry because the Flamethrower thug didn't answer his question properly and he was being unnaturally jealous. Neil hasn't been jealous like this since he was a child.
Neil bobs and weaves dodging all of the man's heavy, but slow hits. You see Neil's not the strongest fighter, but he's agile. Nobody in the bar attempts to stop the fight because when you're in a bar like this, fight's are the best possible thing to happen due to the entertainment value. And you don't usually find a good person in a bar like this. So the people cheer as Neil dodges and Flamethrower misses.
But soon the Flamethrower gets frustrated. "You wanna know why they call me Flamethrower, boy?" Neil rolls his eyes and jumps back knowing what's coming. Flames burst out of the thugs mouth in Flamethrower fashion. They don't reach Neil due to his readiness. The Flame's disperse and Flamethrower yells, "How did you know?!"
"Well, with a stupid name like "Flamethrower", you kind of expect you have an ability like say... Throwing flames," Neil says in smartarse fashion.
The Flamethrower is sick of it. He charges at Neil, fist raised. As the punch comes throttling towards him, Neil clenches his teeth and ducks at the last moment. He's too late though. The punch skims his left shoulder causing a lot of pain. But no matter. Neil makes a gun shape with his hand and drives it into the man's abdomen before saying, "Bang," for dramatic effect. The blue light that would normally be seen isn't seen because of the point blank range and the Flamethrower is thrown back with the force of a champion boxers punch. To the crowd, it looked as if Neil had punched the thug that far without using any powers. Only Neil and the Flamethrower know the truth of what happened.
Neil turns, rubs his left shoulder and begins to leave the "One-Eyed Rooster" forgetting his half finished beer. "Bloody douche bag hurt my bloody shoulder," Neil says under his breath. The bartender gets back to business and everyone in the bar turns back to each other to talk again.
Neil doesn't look back as he returns to the city streets. He looks around at all of the building that are rundown or will be rundown in due time, and feels another surge of jealousy. Damn those people who live in the better parts of town, Neil thinks. If only- He violently shakes his head before cussing. "I don't get jealous dammit!" He says, picking up his pace and heading towards the main part of the city.
she hisses at clyde, the sound scraping across ALL LISTENER'S EARS like fingernails on a chalkboard. "idiot." her eyes are narrow, and she arches her neck, lifting her head and staring at Clyde. she shakes herself with irritation, shaking the ice off her scales. she whips her head from side to side, looking over the people there. "that's it." her voice is annoyed, and itches at ALL LISTENER'S EARS.
"i'm leaving." she spreads her wings, stepping up to the edge of the skyscraper's roof.
((you should probably cut out the explosion bit, the exploded base was a good few miles away, and it wasn't that big of a blast, if i read everything correctly.))
<Amadeus>
"W-What!?"
You pretty much lost all your composure. You came here to reconcile your issues, not to get more...
This guy won't go away.
WHY WON'T HE GO AWAY!?
"You're Amadeus, aren't you? Why are you wearing that silly cloak?"
You don't even listen to his words, all you can think about is how he's not listening to your commands.
"Why won't you leave me alone."
You voice falters on the last word and you shut your eyes, starting to feel the panic seep in. You press your forehead into your palm, closing your eyes and gritting your teeth, your other hand balled up in a fist. You think you're shaking, but you can't tell over the hysteria running through your head right now. WHY WON'T HE JUST LEAVE!?
"Whoa, whoa, what are you talking about? Are you ok?"
-WHY WON'T HE GO AWAY WHY WON'T HE GO AWAY WHY WON'T HE GO AWAY-
"I'M FINE SO JUST GET OUT OF HERE!"
<Aaron>
What the hell.
So Amadeus shows up on your doorstep and then begins having a mental breakdown for no reason, then starts tearing up and yelling at you to get out of your own house.
What on earth.
"Amadeus, what's wrong?"
"YOU WON'T GO AWAY!"
He stoops to his knees now. Tears are starting to come forth as his other hand joins the one on his face.
What is this I don't even.
<Amadeus>
Your heart is beating rapidly.
Your mind whirling blindingly.
Your head is throbbing.
Your hands are shaking.
All of those memories are flooding back.
The ones that haunted your unending nightmares.
The ones that made you dread emptiness.
The ones that made you start cutting yourself and turned your arms into f█cking scar paloozas. The ones that make you wear long sleeve shirts or jackets all the time if you don't want to look like a dramatic emo.
The ones that terrified you every waking moment.
The ones that dominated your life.
Before you know it, you're a pathetic shaking pile of sh█t sitting on the ground, terrified by a creep who holds your life in his hands.
He's asking you what's wrong.
You shut your eyes tighter and tighter, blocking out all outside noise with deafening static. You're a pathetic mess. Look at you. You disgust yourself.
Without even realizing it, you're tired, there's a blanket around you, and the lights are dim.
You quietly cry yourself to sleep on the floor.
~
[Parsee] "What was all that noise?"
[Aaron] "A faction leader came, went into shock over something, I think me, and he's now sobbing into himself on the floor around the corner. I put a blanket on him."
[Parsee] "Wow. Brinkhaven's got weaker council leaders than I thought."
[Aaron] "You know as well I do emotions are a powerful thing."
[Aaron] "True, but none of his were caused supernaturally... I think."
[Aaron] "Did it make it hurt any less when you were abandoned?"
[Parsee] "...Never bring that up again."
[Aaron] "I hit the nail on the head then."
[Parsee] "Shut up!"
[Aaron] "If I went further, I'm sure I would draw much amusement from the striking similarity between your and his outbursts, but I'll stop now for your sake."
[Parsee] "Shut up shut up shut up!"
[Aaron] "I think you're starting to wake Jake."
[Parsee] "Oh god what have I done."
Jake (in Parsee's arms) starts breathing, his BPM quickly accelerating past healthy speeds.
[Aaron] "I'll leave you to that then."
-Snip-
((you should probably cut out the explosion bit, the exploded base was a good few miles away, and it wasn't that big of a blast, if i read everything correctly.))
((They're allowed like possessions, weapons, and housing are allowed.))
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Power(s): Can basically use words to alter objects. ((She can say 'The door melted in a single fluid movement.' Which, depending on the strength of the door, could cause it to literally melt. Or it could do nothing.))
Weaknesses and Limits: The more powerful an object (Rarer the material in it/sentience), the harder it is for her to affect it. The only way around this is to use more words to describe what she wants to do. Once she uses an adjective, it cannot be used to affect anything until 12:00 AM. Using her ability will mentally fatigue her, making her descriptions less thorough the further and further in she gets with the description. Cannot create anything, she can only alter existing objects/people. CANNOT completely and randomly destroy an object. Plus, the more unusual the action that the object does/turns to/whatever, the more description it takes her.
Appearance: About five feet and nine inches tall with dark blonde hair and a slightly rounded face. Blue eyes and white skin. Arms are average length and end in normal looking, smooth skinned hands.
Is almost always wearing dark blue shorts and a dark grey striped white t-shirt.
Personality: ----
History: She was born on the streets of Brinkhaven, trying to survive. No one took her in, no one loved her. Then, one day, she met this burly young man. He randomly hit her on her head and told her all about her ability. She used it to rob from stores and the like. This ended up with her being put in jail with a scarf/thing around her mouth so that she couldn't talk. She was held there for about a month before a caring couple (old people ((FTW)) ^_^) decided to bail her out and adopt her. Since then, she has basically reformed. She has just turned eighteen, in the unaligned ((I think that's where she goes. She could go in physical too, right????)) base which she has recently joined. So far, she has not done any missions.
Fill this out: (Mage_Of_Cats-Kathryn-18-Female-Words to alter objects IRL)Jack wandered off into the fores, NOT purposefully going the wrong way. He never noticed the giant leaf covered pit... well, not until he was inside of it. There, he slowly starved to death - his power just made it worse.
OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
-Perpetually inactive-
"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis
"Jack" Vance repeated back.
"Simple enough to remember I suppose. So I guess you were here for the mission as well."
Rising to his feet after speaking his last few words to Jack, Vance returned to the ETG base entrance and began searching the guards for items of use and valuables. Minutes later, he came up with an assortment of knives and pistols. Finding no place to store them,he drifted into the base, dropping the weapons to the ground.
Briefly glancing through the doors as he flung them open, Vance found a well stocked supply closet, filled with ETG uniforms and assorted bags. Vance slung a duffel bag over his shoulder and started for the exit when he had a thought and threw a ETG uniform and suit in his size in the bag.
That will be useful in time for sure. Just gotta make sure no one thinks I’m an ETG.
Satisfied with everything collected, Vance picked up his gear from the front and began his hike back to Brinkhaven. Midway through, He glanced back as he heard the base explode, feeling the vibrations of it rushing through the trees.
Man I hope Jack got clear of that... that was a pretty big blast for me to feel that from this far... Nah, knowing that kid, he probably fell in a hole or something.
Approaching Brinkhaven’s main gate, Vance glanced at the guards who merely nodded at him as he passed by them.
Well at least they didn’t stop me to search my bag. The contents might have been a bit hard to explain.
With nowhere to sleep, Vance lugged his bag to a public park and spent his time sleeping in a tree.
Max looked around.
"I see a donut shop right there." Max said. "I have a couple hundred dollars or so in pocket right now...which should cover for a small--."
"I'm actually in the mood for something salty." Jenny said with a smile.
"You know, I heard there was a pizza party being hosted by some of the people we know." Max said looking at the L-watch on his wrist. "I'm going to see if I can contact Liam with this L-watch...doohickey...thingy."
Hey Liam! Max typed. Where was the party again?
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((Also, what the hecks happening with the base? Did Netal and Ivy just get explodenated or what?))
I used to be chocolate cake.. but then new Minecraft Forums happened..
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I used to be chocolate cake.. but then new Minecraft Forums happened..
1: Did the base explode?
2: When are Deemas and the others leaving?
3: Is there any more pizza?
4: Where is the location of this new ETG base?
5: Is there any more pizza?
6: Who all is at the rooftop pizza party?
7: Is Jenny okay?
8: Are Max and Jenny dating? *Of course not*
9: Is there any more pizza?))
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
1. I have no idea.
2. I have no idea.
3. I have no idea.
4. I have no idea.
5. I have no idea.
6. I have no idea.
7. I have no idea.
8. I have no idea.
9. I have no idea.
Hope I helped ))
I used to be chocolate cake.. but then new Minecraft Forums happened..
1: yes it did.
2: I do not know.
3: I sure hope so.
4: No idea. There's another ETG base?
5: You said that already. Try again.
6: Not sure. I'll find out sooner or later.
7: For the most part, she is. Being that she was in the metallic state, she was able to withstand a great amount of damage that would otherwise be caused by Max's teleportation. Right now, I would speculate that she had a slight drop in her sodium content. Thus why she is craving salty foods right now.
8: They are NOT....not yet anyways.
9: refer to point 5.))
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I'll stop at 30.))
Name: Nya/Naia ((Pronounced Naia) In truth her name is Naia, but she will write, spell, and sometimes pronounce her own name as Nya. (NYAH) She does this on purpose specifically eliciting cat puns and such because the whole thing is one big cake made of irony)
Appearance: Her general appearance varies, but when she decides to show as human, she usually looks something like this ((Yeah, I know, MSPaint.))
She doesn't like people seeing her true appearance, but if you insist, this is what she really looks like:
Ok fine. She actually looks like this:
There. You saw her freakish mutant scythe/devil tail wings. Are you happy? She's very sensitive about those and you just opened up all those emotional scars, twisted the knife, then poured salty lemon juice into it. Are you satisfied? Hmm? HMM!? She'd probably be crying right now if she saw this blatant display of her image online.
What? Yes she's human! Or at least that's what she will vehemently claim to be. Oh who are you to start questioning her? You just stabbed her!
When she disguises something, say, the roundness of a ball, your mind will work to rationalize it as a similar but different object; like a cube. When you kick the cube, the rolling will alert you to the unnatural properties of the ball/cube, and if you stop believing it is a cube altogether, it will revert to a ball.
When multiple people are observing the cube, the finer details must be shown to their perception, causing it to take up more concentration. When people get close or closely scrutinize the cube, it takes up more concentration. If she slacks or breaks concentration, the finer details may be left out, and it is more easily identified as not a cube, or that something is wrong. Her distance from the object is irrelevant, and the same object can be interpreted by different people as different things. If she does nothing but disguise a ball's roundness, they might see a pyramid or something. She can however be more specific and change it into a cube herself by more complex denominations of definitions, but that's mere nuance.
Personality/Other: She
is an alienhas a deformity on her back which she hides to avoid being socially shunned. She has an affinity for anime, manga, video games, snakes, danmaku, and thigh-high socks. ("Thigh-High socks are her absolute territory") She has an inexplicable ability to make all otaku fall head-over-heels for her. (Or at the very least she thinks she can do this and has yet to be proven wrong) She has a deep appreciation for the art of irony, and the irony of irony, the irony of the unironic that is ironic because of the irony, and so on and so forth through countless tiers of irony wrapped in an ironic sandwich which is ironically glazed with cinnamon, then ironically hurled up into dizzying heights of the upper echelons of irony on mount irony, the tallest ironic mountain in all of ZILLYHOO, so named because of the irony. A poor nation, Zillyhoo ironically struggles economically because of the ironic inability of the rest of the world to appreciate its ironic snake hats, which happens to be its primary agricultural export, chosen for ironic purposes of course. However, this ironic nation is not an earthen nation of course, no, it is a nation of an ironic metaphor wrapped in an ironic explanation sandwich, ironically glazed with cinammon, then ironically hurled up into dizzying heights of the upper echelons of ironic self-repeating metaphors and ok this has to stop now.She has so many pet snakes that she states that the world is her terrarium, and is never seen without at least one snake on her person.
Her weapon of choice is a Bow. No, that's not a trident, it's a bow. She likes firing a barrage of arrows disguised as snakes, SCPs, frogs, danmaku, horrorterrors, or other hilarious things. Since they whizz by, it's hard to notice they are actually arrows and even harder to dodge them since the illusion can disjoin with the actual arrow. She prefers bows and arrows because bullets are too fast to be visible and arrows dish out more physical damage in the long run, plus her ability gives her plenty of time to actually fire them.
She has a giant pet winged snake, (as far as you know, it's a winged snake) that flies her around the place, but since she thinks that it creeps people out, she often disguises it as a UFO and rides around on top of it.
Seeing her in her belle outfit with a parasol and everything wearing her Kamina/Dirk/Bro glasses while standing on top of a fast moving UFO tends to make people think she's weird. That is absolutely correct, though she only makes herself look like that because "the look on your face is priceless."
She lives
in a UFO floating above Brinkhavenin a large, fancy, multi-room tree-house outside of Brinkhaven that totally isn't fake and is where she actually spends her alone time at Ehahahaha~ *forced laughter*.She is in the mental faction.
(( Also base exploded? Where and would everyone in the city hear the explosion? Edit: What base? I mean, yeah, a base, but a base for what? ))
Neil sits in the corner of a shady bar sipping on his first glass of beer in what would be considered the poor part of the city. The place with the most amount of petty crimes performed by small-time, petty criminals. The bar's called, "The One-Eyed Rooster". One would assume it's called that because the owner's left eye is covered with an eye-patch and he's quite the ladies man. That doesn't matter to Neil at this moment. What does matter to him is that every time he looks to the left he sees a muscly bloke with greasy hair, a black tank top and a huge evil grin sexually harassing a poor young waitress who's barely legal. Quite the eyesore for Neil. Neil doesn't like eyesores.
Neil takes a big swig of his beer, gulping it down at the same time he slams the half full glass back on the table. Beer splashes out and a few people turn to see what made the noise. What they see is a slender man in his mid twenties death staring and walking towards a muscly bloke in a tank top. The people didn't turn back to what they were doing previously. Instead they continued to stare at the slender man realizing that sh*t's about to go down.
We live in the city of the "Gifted". You'd think the bloody people living here would at least have more respect, Neil thinks closing in on the muscly man. "Get your filthy hands off the lady, you sewer rat!" Neil demands, piercing the man with the daggers that are his eyes. The man was dumbfounded. A person who appeared to be scrawny and weak with a wicked stare and a lot of balls is telling him what to do. To a man like him, it's outrageous.
The thug stands up towering over Neil on purpose. "And what are you going to do about it, pipsqueak?"
"You'd think in real life people would be less cliche with their lines. I mean come on. The amount of times I've heard that line is ridiculous. If you're going to be a thug, at least be more original, b*tch t*ts." Neil says, attempting an insult and being slightly hypocritical as b*tch t*ts isn't the most original insult. He looks at the man's muscles and suddenly gets jealous. That's not like him at all.
"That's it!" The thug pulls his hand back to punch and it lights on fire. "They call me flamethrower."
"Wait a moment. Old fashioned fist fight or new school?" Neil asks, a slight smile crossing his face.
"Shut up!" Flamethrower yells, simultaneously throwing a flaming punch.
Neil dodges to the left, flames warming his face. Neil sees the muscles ripple in the man's arm causing another surge of envy. Shaking his head, Neil attempts to ignore the strange emotion. "Your mistake, arsehole," Neil says getting angry because the Flamethrower thug didn't answer his question properly and he was being unnaturally jealous. Neil hasn't been jealous like this since he was a child.
Neil bobs and weaves dodging all of the man's heavy, but slow hits. You see Neil's not the strongest fighter, but he's agile. Nobody in the bar attempts to stop the fight because when you're in a bar like this, fight's are the best possible thing to happen due to the entertainment value. And you don't usually find a good person in a bar like this. So the people cheer as Neil dodges and Flamethrower misses.
But soon the Flamethrower gets frustrated. "You wanna know why they call me Flamethrower, boy?" Neil rolls his eyes and jumps back knowing what's coming. Flames burst out of the thugs mouth in Flamethrower fashion. They don't reach Neil due to his readiness. The Flame's disperse and Flamethrower yells, "How did you know?!"
"Well, with a stupid name like "Flamethrower", you kind of expect you have an ability like say... Throwing flames," Neil says in smartarse fashion.
The Flamethrower is sick of it. He charges at Neil, fist raised. As the punch comes throttling towards him, Neil clenches his teeth and ducks at the last moment. He's too late though. The punch skims his left shoulder causing a lot of pain. But no matter. Neil makes a gun shape with his hand and drives it into the man's abdomen before saying, "Bang," for dramatic effect. The blue light that would normally be seen isn't seen because of the point blank range and the Flamethrower is thrown back with the force of a champion boxers punch. To the crowd, it looked as if Neil had punched the thug that far without using any powers. Only Neil and the Flamethrower know the truth of what happened.
Neil turns, rubs his left shoulder and begins to leave the "One-Eyed Rooster" forgetting his half finished beer. "Bloody douche bag hurt my bloody shoulder," Neil says under his breath. The bartender gets back to business and everyone in the bar turns back to each other to talk again.
Neil doesn't look back as he returns to the city streets. He looks around at all of the building that are rundown or will be rundown in due time, and feels another surge of jealousy. Damn those people who live in the better parts of town, Neil thinks. If only- He violently shakes his head before cussing. "I don't get jealous dammit!" He says, picking up his pace and heading towards the main part of the city.
"i'm leaving." she spreads her wings, stepping up to the edge of the skyscraper's roof.
((you should probably cut out the explosion bit, the exploded base was a good few miles away, and it wasn't that big of a blast, if i read everything correctly.))
Feed my dragons please
"W-What!?"
You pretty much lost all your composure. You came here to reconcile your issues, not to get more...
This guy won't go away.
WHY WON'T HE GO AWAY!?
"You're Amadeus, aren't you? Why are you wearing that silly cloak?"
You don't even listen to his words, all you can think about is how he's not listening to your commands.
"Why won't you leave me alone."
You voice falters on the last word and you shut your eyes, starting to feel the panic seep in. You press your forehead into your palm, closing your eyes and gritting your teeth, your other hand balled up in a fist. You think you're shaking, but you can't tell over the hysteria running through your head right now. WHY WON'T HE JUST LEAVE!?
"Whoa, whoa, what are you talking about? Are you ok?"
-WHY WON'T HE GO AWAY WHY WON'T HE GO AWAY WHY WON'T HE GO AWAY-
"I'M FINE SO JUST GET OUT OF HERE!"
<Aaron>
What the hell.
So Amadeus shows up on your doorstep and then begins having a mental breakdown for no reason, then starts tearing up and yelling at you to get out of your own house.
What on earth.
"Amadeus, what's wrong?"
"YOU WON'T GO AWAY!"
He stoops to his knees now. Tears are starting to come forth as his other hand joins the one on his face.
What is this I don't even.
<Amadeus>
Your heart is beating rapidly.
Your mind whirling blindingly.
Your head is throbbing.
Your hands are shaking.
All of those memories are flooding back.
The ones that haunted your unending nightmares.
The ones that made you dread emptiness.
The ones that made you start cutting yourself and turned your arms into f█cking scar paloozas. The ones that make you wear long sleeve shirts or jackets all the time if you don't want to look like a dramatic emo.
The ones that terrified you every waking moment.
The ones that dominated your life.
Before you know it, you're a pathetic shaking pile of sh█t sitting on the ground, terrified by a creep who holds your life in his hands.
He's asking you what's wrong.
You shut your eyes tighter and tighter, blocking out all outside noise with deafening static. You're a pathetic mess. Look at you. You disgust yourself.
Without even realizing it, you're tired, there's a blanket around you, and the lights are dim.
You quietly cry yourself to sleep on the floor.
~
[Parsee] "What was all that noise?"
[Aaron] "A faction leader came, went into shock over something, I think me, and he's now sobbing into himself on the floor around the corner. I put a blanket on him."
[Parsee] "Wow. Brinkhaven's got weaker council leaders than I thought."
[Aaron] "You know as well I do emotions are a powerful thing."
[Aaron] "True, but none of his were caused supernaturally... I think."
[Aaron] "Did it make it hurt any less when you were abandoned?"
[Parsee] "...Never bring that up again."
[Aaron] "I hit the nail on the head then."
[Parsee] "Shut up!"
[Aaron] "If I went further, I'm sure I would draw much amusement from the striking similarity between your and his outbursts, but I'll stop now for your sake."
[Parsee] "Shut up shut up shut up!"
[Aaron] "I think you're starting to wake Jake."
[Parsee] "Oh god what have I done."
Jake (in Parsee's arms) starts breathing, his BPM quickly accelerating past healthy speeds.
[Aaron] "I'll leave you to that then."
(( Got it. And edited. Thanks ))
((WHAT. THE WHAT.
i'm scared to the see the end of this arc you've planned, Ryik......))
((no problem))
Feed my dragons please
((Nothing short of an apocalypse, depending on your definition of the word.))