◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Overall slender and slightly toned, she has a 'fragile' figure with a smaller bust, but certainly not flat-chested.
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: American
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Ashen Blonde, and lots of it. (Lower back length.)
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Teal/Steely Blue, fluctuates between moods.
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Straight
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: "I..hadn't really thought about anything like that, really. So no, I don't have anything like that.."
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ Sweets - Has an insufferable sweet tooth that she tries very hard to discipline. (Then fails.) ✓ Naps - Although she would nap during the day in order to stay conscious during the nightly hours, she has become somewhat dependant on a short snooze during the day. ✓ Physical Affection - Whether it be a small gesture of positive encouragement from her teammates, a brief head rub, or a full on hug, she quietly adores being shown those small instances of warmth though she may not always recognize them at first. ✓ Comfy Surfaces - After spending nearly a year out on the streets of Rome, it's safe to say that anything that resembles a bed is an instant plus in her book. She won't necessarily nap there, but she will make it a point to curl up in it when no one is around. ✓ Water/Baths - Again, its a comfort thing. She finds water to be soothing, especially on her wings/back that frequently gets sore lugging them around. ✓ Night time - Unfortunately, this was the only time where Aria could roam freely throughout the streets without causing a scene, so she has become accustomed to wandering during twilight hours.
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ Thunder/Storms - Loud noises startle her, and storms naturally interfere with her ability to fly safely. ✗ Deep/Open Water - Prefers to remain in shallow water as opposed to deeper areas because of her fear of drowning. Her wings are heavy as it is, and become impossible to deal with/keep afloat when taking in water. ✗ Closed-in Spaces - Along with her already cumbersome wings, she finds it suffocating when cornered/closed in, and breaks into a thrashing fit until she either calms herself or is consoled. ✗ Being put on the spot - Aria is naturally bashful, so she will shy away any attention brought towards her by her wings or otherwise; Her affinity for the night might be the result of her anxiety towards roaming during the day.
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Animal, dark avian.
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs::Steel Bristle - Like most birds, Aria's bones are hollowed and less dense than most. However, unlike her avian counterparts, the lining of her bones are much stronger/durable than even that of humans. The feathers themselves are rather durable as well, as if reinforced with a thin veil of steel. They are rough to the touch, yet malleable enough for flight; in turn, she can use her wings to encase herself as a sort of shield for a certain amount of time, depending on the intensity of the attack being thrown at her and how many times they attack. Weaknesses: Earth-based attacks that can penetrate from below, and very little mobility in terms of flight.
'Arielle' Steel Bullet - An aerial-based attack where she gains altitude before acquiring her target, and literally swoop down from the sky either to attack or carry her target off with her at startling speeds.
Migratory Intuition (Passive): Normally, she has a very skewed sense of direction, however, no matter where she is, Aria is always naturally attuned to where North & South lie. [Locked] Harpy's Cry: Vocal chords reverberate so loudly & intensely that she can release an ear-piercing screech. The effects can vary from bouts of shell-shock (disorientation, briefly deafened), headaches/migraines if affected for extended periods of time, can possibly cause opponent to faint. Weaknesses: Just like anyone, she can only scream for so long, and if she wears out her voice, it is far less affective.
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ::Flight - Self-explanatory, but due to the natural weight of her wings, her body has toned and grown accustomed to the wear and tear, allowing her to fly for extended periods of time.
◆ Pᴇᴛ: N/A ◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): A switchblade.
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: Simple silver ring (Middle finger), pair of scissors (To make the proper adjustments to her clothing), and her hat.
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Aria has adopted a personality that she feels makes her seem as small as possible; though she wishes to join in conversations, she doesn't speak unless spoken to, she will never volunteer herself for any sort of leadership role unless the situation is dire, and she takes it upon herself to try and make herself as useful as possible to others without taking the initiative herself. In short, she herself open as a tool for others to make use of, but this often results in her abilities being taken advantage of. For one who had been scorned by so many, she is painfully hopeful of those she meets though it may burn her in the end regardless.
On the other hand, she is, though at times painfully reclusive, a very down-to-earth girl. She becomes attached to people quite easily, sometimes without even realizing it, and becomes more open. As a result of her comfort, her bull-headedness becomes quite apparent when she feels she is just in her actions and can act out of rebellion or even to simply prove a point. Otherwise, she will blossom into a smiling, giggling, stumbling young woman with an affinity for the night, the company of a warm body, sugary sweets, and the freedom of flight.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: It was the common story of a child born with an affliction: child was born, concerned parents spend the child's early years going from doctor to doctor in search of a cure to said affliction, and then simply accepting the child's 'angel-blessed' features to ensure them of a 'normal' childhood. To sate everyone's curiosity, Aria had been born with two nodules faintly protruding from her shoulder blades; the doctor's concluded it was simply an abnormal bone growth that could easily be adjusted with surgery, however with the girl's strangely frail bones, they had suggested waiting until she was physically strong enough to withstand the healing process. As the years passed, the young child had seen more doctors than any typical middle-aged adult ever needed and had quickly grown a distaste for them. She had been poked, prodded, and tested for just about everything, but no one could explain the odd hollowed quality of her bones without any other illness being its catalyst. By nearly all means, she was healthy, but the new find left her parents ultimately reluctant to have their daughter go under the knife for corrective aesthetic surgery.
So, the young girl lived a typical life, all she needed was to wear were thick sweaters and no one would be the wiser. She was a happy child, but like with everyone else, puberty was not as kind. There were differences in growth with the nodules, but that was to be expected. The sprouting of dark feathers however, were not. Young tween Aria had kept it a secret at first, plucking away at the strange plumes til her bathroom mirror became flecked with red; she would prod and scratch at the ever changing growths. Soon they began to form and flourish, quickly, painfully, the rigid feathers had began to grow wild as the bones themselves seemed to elongate at an unnatural speed. There were days where her body ached and throbbed so horribly that she was left bedridden, and soon the days between her absences at school would dwindle into nothing. Her parents growing concern were often buffered by her supposed teen's angst, yet it was the the off-hand discovery of black feathers in her laundry that ended her barrage of secrecy.
The discovery was obviously shocking to the entire family, and as expected, their first reaction had been to shield it from the outside world. No doctors, no family, no school...they had spent months trying to figure out what to do with the girl as she spent most days writhing and thrashing in her closed off room, or merely laying in her bed, exhausted from the growing pains of her new appendages. Her parents naturally did what they could for her within the range of their own comforts, but it soon became apparent to the girl that even they were hesitant to approach and comfort her after the discovery. They would find solace at work where they were granted at least a few hours away from the chaos growing in their own home, though their daughter was simply acting out of the pain. They would spend their breaks searching for answers wherever they could, until the madness of their confusion brought them to something of the supernatural kind. Where there were no other answers truly explained, the depictions of rampaging dark angels and angered deities became the most logical. It explained her lashing out, the ever-growing obsidian wings...what else could she be?
Chaos erupted in the Rosette household as talk of a creature invading their home was gradually brought to Aria's attention. It was clear that her parents didn't want to believe it at first, but surely enough it was the lack of any further explanation that doomed the girl in the end. Unholy creature, why did you take our daughter, creature, we should've looked harder...the words pierced her soul with such an intensity, it seemed to be the only thing that overpowered the searing pain in her back. Why had it been so easy to call and believe that she was such things? Even by her own parents? The shock of it all urged Aria to leave at the ripe age of 15, never to step foot in the Rosette household again.
She had spent the past 2 years battling whatever was causing such a change in her body, even trying to learn and adapt to it. It was in the fall of her 17th year that she made the conscious decision to visit Rome in search of answers to whether or not she was truly an omen of destruction. As a teen, having such a title weighed heavily on her mind though she denied it fervently in her time on the streets. Nothing in that time had happened for her to think as such, or atleast nothing any worse than one would expect being a creature such as herself on the streets, so she had her doubts. What she hadn't taken account of were the horrified reactions of those in the most holy city known to man when a dark-winged being was spotted in the flesh. At least in America she could say she was a costume enthusiast, but there was far, far worse. It wasn't til a year in her wanderings of Rome that a letter was found in her usual nesting spot, and this Academy had taken note of her...afflictions. She needed answers, and anything at this point (fruitless or not) was something.
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ Parents - Estranged ❥ ❥
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◆ Gᴏᴀʟ(s)/Aᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ(s): To figure out what she is and to make good use of it.
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Born in London, England, her family eventually moved to Cardiff midst her early years.
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: Runes tattooed in white ink run along the inner parts of her arms where they pool into an intricate design on her inner palms. The runes also run along her inner legs to the very bottoms of her feet; going back up, the design crawls up her spine before splitting into two paths at the base of her skull and trailing to an end at the edge of her lower lids. The tattoos are initially very difficult to see against her alabaster skin, and are usually only ever noticed when they illuminate upon activation.
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss:Seeing. Offense, close combat, mobility in unfamiliar territory, books.
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Observant, acute hearing and touch, focus, and temperament control.
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'1
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 100 lbs
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Slender, near child-like.
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Caucasian
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Silvery-white
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Dull amber.
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: I do not feel I have a preference yet..
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: I am not entirely interested in any...romantic, sort of relationships at the moment.
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ Books - The texture, scent, and story, given it's in braille. ✓Music/Ambient noise - Finds music is a lovely distraction and guides her sense of direction, but rarely has ear buds in. ✓ Light/Daytime - She can see faint shapes against the light if she stares long enough. ✓ Voices - Enjoys meeting people by the sound of their voice, and often brings up topics of their interest to hear the different trills and hitches as they speak. ✓ Walks - Uses them as an opportunity to become familiar with surroundings.
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ Unfamiliar territory - Prefers to wander new surroundings so as to become familiar with where she needs to move without a guide, so she feels completely in the dark in new areas. ✗ Untidy people and places - She doesn't like bumping into things that are out of places. ✗ Paper cuts - She gets them often when reading books, so she usually has a bandage or two fastened to her fingers.
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Magic/Runes
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:: Rune Veil - Tattoos on her palms and forehead illuminate, creating a veil of light centered at three points. It can only currently be used as a frontal source of defense with a limited spatial reach; can deflect certain attacks with the help of her movement, or simply standing idle.
"Peek-a-Boo" - White rune-esque tattoos illuminate along her arms, legs, face and palms as she covers her eyes; she then quickly reveals her face as her once closed eyes open, briefly allowing her perfect sight and to pinpoint opponents within a 10 meter radius. The tattooed runes then stretch across the field, tracking the opponent(s) with a thin, illuminated path leading to them. This ability is as effective as its user is able to keep up with it in terms of time limits; once Lyrique's eyes close, the path fades and she is no longer able to pinpoint those within her radius. Holding time can increase with training. Current Endurance Time: 7 seconds.
Touch of Light - It is assumed that since the use of 'Peek-a-boo' briefly restores Lyrique's sight, that the runes she possesses hold an untapped healing property, especially if it is (assumedly) able to return her sight. At the present time, she can only heal the minor injuries of others and herself willingly.
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): A whistle/phone, she's vulnerable by herself so sound is her strongest means of defense when alone.
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s)::Translated books/tomes given to her by her parents: Though she can't read them normally, simply feeling the handwritten text themselves makes her feel at home.
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Polite, and an articulate speaker. She has a constant calm temperament and very rarely ever raises her voice an octave above her usual gentle monotone. Though she prefers spending her days alone in the library, she begrudgingly relies on the presence of others to help her get around an unfamiliar area.
But despite her lack of enthusiasm towards her special needs, she does enjoy meeting new people; simply hearing their voice allows her to imagine what they may look like, or even simply gauging their personality. She often asks people of their interests so she can hear the faint differences in their tone, such as excitement and happiness, but ends up forgetting to respond herself in the delight of hearing them.
Though she is a sweet girl, she also realizes there are those who feel the need to coddle her and/or ignore her completely because of the discomfort they feel acknowledging her disability. She doesn't necessarily dislike them for their reactions, however she can't help but to feel a bit of her anxiety return when she realizes that she is the cause.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Lyrique's story had started with her parents, long before even her birth; her parents were avid researchers of ancient civilizations, though their expertise resided in translating ancient texts and scrolls. Throughout the years they would even collect copies of these texts for their own personal library to enjoy, however there was one tale that her mother was particularly enamored by. The story was never very clear to them due to the variations stretched across time, but the plot of it remained familiar to her in each one.
Naturally, she collected them until she came across one variation written in a text far more ancient than even the Egyptians. It was soon after that her parents found they would soon have a child, and nearly a year later, Lyrique was born. She was a healthy baby, pink and perfect in nearly every way. Even in her younger years, she acquired a fondness for learning, reading being the most specific; it wasn't long after that she had worn out her children's books and went onto much more advanced readings once her parents opened their private library to her.
She was 8 when she began delving into the infamous lineage of her mother's favorite tale, and before too long, she came across her final find. By then, it had been translated into something Lyrique could comprehend, though this variation seemed far different from the rest. The young girl would spend her entire day reading and re-reading it until her parents would call her to dinner for the evening; she would then have vivid dreams that shook her throughout the night with little to no meaning to her personally. But, with the breaking light, she would run back to the library to read it continuously, and did so over the course of a month.
Within that month, she realized that the text grew blurrier with each passing day until finally, her parents suggested glasses. They worked for the time being, however, her eyesight progressively grew worse as the days passed. To her horror, the young child woke up to find herself in absolute darkness; she could feels her lids open and shut perfectly fine, she could hear the birds chirping, the warmth of the sun on her skin through the window. And yet, darkness. She could no longer seem, and the drastic drop of her vision came as a devastation to her and her parents.
Much like anyone suffering of a loss to something precious to them, Lyrique secluded herself from those and the things she found enjoyable. It was a painful adjustment reminding herself that she would never be able to look upon the delicate scrawling of words that she adored so much, yet...she was starting to notice so much more. Scents, sensations, sounds: all seemed so much clearer to her now that it ever had with her sight. So with the acceptance of an entirely new perspective, she gradually began to inch her heart back to the library until she had her hands back on the very book she left on. It was disheartening to even feel it, much less open the thing, but it was when she ran her fingers over the faint etches of the letters that something very peculiar happened.
Letters began to illuminate in the darkness, faintly at first, but grew brighter with each brush of her fingertips. The words became clear to her, like lanterns in the night, but something about this revelation felt horribly, horribly wrong. It was then that a voice rang out, genderless and piercing: "There you are. You found us again." Startled and confused, the girl's body recoiled and tensed as if to throw the book on the spot, however something within her strained her to a halt. The illuminated words in the dark then began to tremble against its blackened parchment before the letters scattered and began to creep towards her. The sensation of what her mind perceived to be spiders and beetles crept up her arms and legs, but her body remained still as her throat remained voiceless. As petrified as she was moments before, she could feel the fear start to dull as the words inched their way along her form and imbedded themselves into her flesh.
Time had past, things eventually became yet another norm, and the incident remained unspoken of for years even with the arrival of a particular letter.
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ Dante - Acquaintance, had visited her parents in search of information. ❥ ❥
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◆ Gᴏᴀʟ(s)/Aᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ(s): To further her abilities, and to read books.
◆ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)/Aʟɪᴀs(ᴇs): Miss May, and don't forget it! You may not call me Nae-Nae either, but Nee-sensei can work! ♡
◆ Aɢᴇ: 25
◆ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
◆ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: August 18th
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: America, Ohio.
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: Mole right below collar bone on left side. My beauty mark, fuhuhu...
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: The burning passion of love! Er...hand-to-hand combat, simply because I hate the smell of singed flesh if someone gets too close. Over-excitable, elements can respond to extreme emotions. And put simply, ice.
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Defense, long-range, pulling material from environment, creative use of elements, elemental control.
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'6
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 137 lbs (Actually 143, but you don't need to know that!)
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Has a little extra here & there, got them birthing hips. (S-shut your mouth.)
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Taken, of course! Ehe..heh.. (Single)
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ Romantic Simulators/Videogames ✓ Shoujos - Magical girls are her weakness. ✓ Pranks/Jokes ✓ 'Cute/Epic' things ✓ Sister: Joanne - She can be so cold sometimes. ✓ Inspiring students
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ Cynical/closed-minded folk. ✗ Those who lack passion. ✗ Sister: Joanne - She can be SO cold! ✗ The cold. ✗ Disruptive students.
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Elemental. Prefers Fire, Earth, and Aether over the other elements.
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:: She has usage of all elements, and the natural aura she can be coated in by them, even the higher forms, and are listed below with some of their applications:
Thermal Manipulation: The ability to shape and manipulate temperature.
Applications:
Body Temperature Manipulation- Complete control over the body temperature of oneself and others, including increasing and decreasing it to harmful or lethal levels, increasing it to levels where touching the target is painful/damaging while keeping the target unaffected by the changes, concealing body temperature, making the target resistant or immune to temperatures, etc.
Cold/Hot Effect Field Projection- Nanelle has the ability to emit a field wherever she wishes that applies a specific effect to all inside the field. (Bubbles that can condense or expand, whether on impact or in the hand. ~Does a dance at the jam~)
Cold Manipulation- Creating, shaping and manipulating cold by reducing the kinetic energy of atoms and thus making things colder, ranging from subjective feeling of cool to absolute zero.
Heat Manipulation- Creating, shaping and manipulating heat by increasing the kinetic energy of atoms and thus making things hotter, ranging from subjective feeling of heat to Absolute hot.
Infrared Perception- Perceiving the infrared spectrum (i.e. temperature), allowing Nanelle to see temperature variations in objects and environments. This ability is incredibly useful for observation purposes, as Nanelle is able to see the heat presences of any living targets.
Thermal Resistance- The ability to survive any temperature without discomfort.
Thermovariance- Nanelle can make blood temperature increase to the boiling point, or may lower the boiling point of the blood itself so that it will boil in room temperature. Victims of this power are subjected to intense pain, heatwaves and have difficulty breathing. Nanelle is powerful enough to burn people with touching them and could burn multiple people's blood.
Ice/Water Manipulation: Literally the ability to shape, create, and manipulate ice and water.
Applications:
Cellular Disintegration- Nanelle can also dissolve viral or germ-like cells from their her own body for self-treatment. (Can even overpower all forms of cellular regeneration by disintegrating cells continuously, overwhelming and negating the healing process until there is nothing to regenerate from.)
Cryokinetic Constructs- The ability to turn ice into tools, objects, weapons and other items, create semi-living constructs and/or create structures/buildings of varying permanence.
Viscosity Manipulation- Nanelle can alter the resistance of fluids, effectively changing their shape, influencing spraying, injection molding, and surface coating.
Liquid Surveillance Communication- The ability to spy, communicate and do a surveillance using the element water or any form of liquid.
Water Absorption- Simply the ability to absorb water, even from hosts, and use it in some way.
Magma/Fire/Dark Fire Manipulation: Simply the power to manipulate geothermal molten substances, and the lesser forms such as fire.
Applications:
Geo-Thermokinetic Constructs- The ability to turn magma into tools, objects, weapons and other items, create semi-living constructs and/or create structures/buildings of varying permanence.
Glass Manipulation- Simple, the ability to create, shape, and manipulate glass.
Dark Fire Manipulation- The creation, shaping and manipulation the darker, destructive and consuming aspects of fire, which ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal fire. Dark flames do not just burn, they can incinerate everything, even normal flames, they can incinerate anything to the point of leaving absolutely no byproduct (not even ashes), and smother and "burn" normal fire and water. (Can be turned into tools as well.)
Fire Transmutation- Nanelle can transform matter and objects, including living beings, into fire.
Firestorm Creation- Nanelle can create firestorms — conflagrations of intense temperature — incinerating any and everything in the path.
Flame Shield- Nanelle can make targets resistant/immune to fire-based attacks.
Inflammation- Nanelle can cause burning pains and actual burns in others, in some cases their skin burns and injures others touching them.
Pyrotic Communication- Nanelle can employ a method of communicating with others to relay messages by using fire as a focus to speak to others.
Incineration- Nanelle can utilize high temperatures to incinerate almost anything, reducing it to ashes. She can control what part of the target she wants to incinerate, and destroy the target so completely that absolutely no byproduct is left, not even ashes.
Earth/Plant Manipulation: The power to manipulate elements derived from the earth. (This includes minerals and their compositions.)
Applications:
Gravity Manipulation- The creation, shaping, and manipulation of gravitation and gravitons.
Ground Liquefaction- The ability to turn the ground into liquid and manipulate it.
Terrakinetic Constructs- The ability to turn earth into tools, objects, weapons and other items, create semi-living constructs and/or create structures/buildings of varying permanence.
Petrification- The ability to turn matter into stone.
Unearth- The ability to dig up anything/everything buried.
Seismic Sense- Nanelle is able to pick up even the slightest vibrations through physical contact with the ground, enabling her to perceive her surroundings as precisely as normal sight.
Burrowing- Nanelle has the choice between simply gliding through earth or leaving a tunnel.
Nanelle can cause avalanches, earthquakes, mudslides, and quicksand.
She can also remove/purify pollutants in the earth.
Ground Rupturing- Nanelle can channel energies into the ground and cause the area to rupture and burst.
She can control calcium, asphalt, carbon, clay, coal, concrete, crystalline materials, dust particles, minerals and rock, salt, and basically anything with earthen properties.
Bone Manipulation- Nanelle possess the unique ability to manipulate the calcium and carbon in the bone to control the target's movements and actions. This can be painful on the muscle tissue if the user is not highly experienced.
Air/Wind Manipulation: The ability to create, shape, and manipulate air/wind.
Applications:
Aero-Telekinesis- The ability to manipulate matter by using air/wind.
Air solidification, Density manipulation, and Pressure manipulation- By controlling the air molecules, Nanelle can either solidify air into a tangible form, change the density of an object or entity, and a weaker manipulation of pressure to loosen or crush surrounding objects.
Combustion/Explosion Inducement, Deoxygenation, Purification, and Vacuum Creation- By controlling the various gaseous molecules within the atmosphere, Nanelle can either create small localized explosions, or big ones, remove oxygen from one's surroundings, purify the air by removing hazardous molecules, and can absorb air after removing it from a source- even the human body- and use it in various ways.
Heightened Lung capacity
Internal Rupturing and Implosion- By increasing external pressure, or changing internal pressure, Nanelle can create and induce explosions in the body or in the environment. (She does not use this to kill like her sister, and it is only to scare those in dire situations.)
Sound Manipulation: The ability to manipulate sound and sound waves.
Applications:
Vibration Emission- Nanelle can generate shock-waves that can push targets over, repulsed them away, shatter them, even cause earthquakes by shaking the ground or dislodging underground tectonic plates, thus causing earthquakes. (This is to scare students, and has no weight on combative situations.)
Voice Manipulation- Nanelle is freely capable of manipulating her voice, allowing her to control her voice to imitate sounds of creatures such as animal noises and explosions or increase or decrease the tone of her voice.
Voice Projection- Nanelle can project her voice great distances or even into a room without being physically present.
Vocal Replication- The ability to replicate/duplicate any sound Nanelle has ever heard using her vocal chords.
Barriers: By using her fire, earth, and aether abilities, Nanelle can create beautiful and near unbreakable barriers of varying sizes. One cannot merely break out of her barrier without extensive training/power.
Darkness and Light Manipulation: Nanelle can control either of the two elements whether it be the generation of it or the simple shaping and manipulating it.
Aether Manipulation: Nanelle has the unique ability to generate and manipulate aether. (It is stronger than her sister's, and has mastered the concept and entirety of its form of destruction and recreation and more.)
Electricity/Lightning Manipulation: The ability to create, shape, and manipulate lightning.
Energy Manipulation: The ability to create, shape, and manipulate energy. Can range from releasing energy in blasts ranging from small to large, to absorbing it.
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:: Nanelle possess incredible skill in various possible fields. It can be any discipline, intellectual or practical, formal or mundane: mathematics, cooking, strategy, sports, games, politics, fighting, mechanics, psychology, economy, art, medicine, investigation, and so on. (Mainly mundane.)
◆ Pᴇᴛ: None.
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): Aether-bound elements worn as individual rings. Aether can be manipulated into 'brass knuckles' on the fly for quick access to a quick remedy!
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: An aether-bound geode containing some of Joanne's black ice, worn as one of her rings on her pinky finger. Nanelle's attunement to ice is naturally weaker, so this ring amplifies her ice element to standard levels.
Joanne has also bought her a ridiculous amount of Magical Girl items, that are plastered everywhere in Nanelle's room.
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Brimming with hope, good vibes, and burning passion, I, Nanelle, am the bright, burning light next to my sister! I strive to push people to their fullest potential, even if it means tipping them over the proverbial (or actual) edge. There is rarely a moment when I lose my cool, because that's my sister's job...but if you manage to get on my nerves or disrupt my class, then congratulations: you've managed to thoroughly piss me off, and as I've been told, I don't have the sweetest of tempers. Regardless of my supposed bad temper, my teaching methods are 'unorthodox' as some would say because I like to get my students' honest reactions towards the unpredictable! They don't usually get injured but if they do, then they obviously weren't paying attention.
As for my more personal life, I've had many romantic escapades in my years~I have a pitiful weakness for all things romantic and cutsey, so when I'm bored, I spend my free time pairing my students. But don't tell them that! When I'm in one of my...minor slumps, people tend to say I get a bit...emotional, about things. Which. I. Do. Not. I resolve my issues in a very healthy way by drinking with my baby sister and eating horrible, fattening snacks. Sigh, Jojoooooo...!
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Being that the life Nanelle and Joanne lived prior to teaching at Tokubetsu was so long ago, the elder Rodgers sister kept only a handful of the memories they shared as children. The sisters, although only 18 & 19, had been apart of the Tokubetsu revival project before applying to become the official pair of Elemental educators; with their extensive knowledge and control of their vastly contrasting abilities, they made for a lovely fit within the Toku family.
As of their life before back in the States, Nanelle was and is still seen as the frightful eccentric of the two siblings. Initially, she was the chatter-box playmaker amongst the other children, always managing to find friends with relative ease; however, around the start of middle school, strange incidents surrounding the two proved to make keeping friends a challenge. Students were sent home with slight burns, singed hair and other peculiar things after each of Nanelle's outbursts, though due to her bubbly nature, she was never suspected. As the afternoons she spent playing outside with others became scarce, the time she spent at home with Joanne, playing videogames, and online became her safe haven.
With their parents rarely home and Nanelle quickly becoming engulfed in the eclectic myriad of tv shows and fandoms, the two sisters quickly fell under the title of 'latchkey kids', and rarely ever left their room whether the reason being their new addiction or simply an unwishfulness to face children at school. They had no one else to tell them otherwise with their parents gone so often for work, so this allotted them plenty of time to explore their abilities though whether it was to practice on each other out of curiosity or annoyance was debatable.
Within those years prior to the young Headmistress contacting them, Nanelle grew an obsession with the idea of Magical girls to the point of training her abilities to match that of those she saw in the shows. With a few embellishments, of course. Her movements are flashy, graceful, and (usually) aesthetically pleasing -- on the other hand, they can be vicious and unrelenting, possibly due to her discovery of Something Magika in the recent years, though one could easily chalk that up to her deceivingly frightful temper/impatience. Now in her older years, her obsession has become an affinity that she has molded her abilities to, and often references them not only to relate to her students, but to also live out those moments of secretly longing to be a full-fledged magical girl!
