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| Just let the roleplayers themselves mention where they are in post. People should be able to figure it out. |
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| Have people color the text in their posts according to their location--for example, everyone in the TTHQ would post in purple. |
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 Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:49 pm
This is where you put any applications for Galvan II.
If the application is good enough we'll post acceptance and move the application to the correct post in the Galvan II thread. If it needs some tweaking we'll post with that, and once it's been polished we'll post acceptance and move it. All corrected applications should be re-posted, leaving the originals as they are.
Your application will be approved by at least two of us, though only one will post the actual acceptance.
And if there's something you want to be a secret from the rest of the Roleplayers you should PM it to Krome_Devil, Pansa or Merlinic Matrices.
We look forward to having you in Galvan II!
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 12:23 am
(Drumroll, please... Or not. If I have anything wrong with my profile, please notify me, so I can correct it. Note: this might be the longest profile in Goosey history, and hopefully it was worth the 1+ hour(s) I worked on it for... >>)
EDIT 1: Added possible reason as to why he's in Devia/he might be good to be taken into Devia.
EDIT 2: working on the its, and it's issue.
EDIT 3: Codename added. Favorite Food added >>;;
Gaia Name: Disturbing Tale Teller
Name: Clyde Klymond
Age: 24
Alignment: Devia Corporation
Special Abilities: Matter Chameleon-
Clyde has the ability to blend in with his surroundings. Even with clothes, if he's touching a material in particular, his skin can shift to take on the appearance of that material. Depending on what he's touching, and where he's touching it with his body, he can also shift to appear like many different material on top of each other. Leaves on earth, Carpet next to walls, Plastic lining to a wooden table.
The only thing he can not do is form any part of his body to be clear: meaning, glass and water are not his forte. Anything opaque isn't workable, as well. Also, if he is still touching a material, say, a brick wall, but not having his entire body against it, he could still take on the appearance of a brick wall, in color. He won't, however, shift into a large rectangle that appears to be made of cement and brick.
Later in his years of learning, he discovered that he can also become the consistency of some of the material he touched. It was rather difficult, however, so he never focused on it too much. It always would catch his interest to test his limits, though, so sometimes he played with it. If he touched a brick wall, sometimes he couldn't move as easily, his skin taking on the solidity of the brick and cement against his skin. It wasn't often, though, and left him rather exhausted, so he worked on keeping himself to his normal composition.
Codename: Used as a group name when he was still at Galvan, Clyde decided to call himself by the codename of 'Whisper', as it seemed to fit to his powers enough, and was better then some cheesy name like 'Camelio', or 'the human chameleon'.
Costume: Clyde isn't one for fashion, or anything flashy. Comfort is more his style, though his range in that is actually pretty high. His costume garb consists of a skin-hugging, dark gray, sleeveless, shirt, and a pair of skin-tight, faded, pair of jeans. Regular tennishoes keep his socked feet from treading on the ground.
It isn't anything too fancy, and it doesn't conceal his identity(unless he needed to, in which he would then only need some sort of mask on), but it allows him to use his Nova abilities while keeping close to surfaces as much as possible; no worries of loose clothing brushing against people to bother him.
Appearance: Greased-back bleach blond hair, with light-brown roots. Some of it brushes into his face in the center- small strands he often rubs between his fingers when thinking. Piercing bright, often mean, green eyes that fade into dark green at the edges. Stands around 5'10", build being big-boned, but rather well toned in the muscle department. He has rather pale skin, and is estimated to be from mostly irish decent. Doesn't tan, though he doesn't burn very easily, either.
Casual wear tends to be on the slacker side- loose shirts, tank tops, comfortable jeans, old pairs of sneakers. He can dress up rather nicely, however, looking almost like a businessman in a silver tuxedo with a white undershirt, black tie, and black dress shoes. When he wants to look nice, but in a casual way, it's a button-up dress shirt, a pair of black slacks, and his dress shoes.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. He's been curious about both genders, though rarely has ever wound up with a date. He's open to anyone who sees his way, and who he can trust.
Personality: In his younger years, he thought himself to be high and mighty. He had a snide, cruel, way of looking at everything, and liked it that way. However, over the years, he's grown possibly a little softer, if not more stubborn. He still thinks rather harshly of other people, and still is more-than-not considered the bully type- liking the reactions of intimidation, more then respect. However, he's learned what things have worked to. He's one of the ones that have become intimidated, now, and doesn't like it.
Now, Clyde is a little more refined. When around people, he takes like an alpha dog- unless there's someone else within the group he thinks to be more superior- but is almost kind to those who listen to him. Anyone who gets out of hand get's the ol' superior bully routine he'd lived with through most of his life. He works more, now, to get to his goals, instead of intimidating others to do it for him, so he's almost become respectable. He's a hard shell with a mean temper, but sugar-free ice-cream soft interior. Not too soft, and not too icy-solid, and sometimes artifically sweet.
History: Clyde was one of the first few Nova to graduate from the first Galvan school. He started from there, and moved up.
From age 0, to age 10, Clyde grew up in southern Ireland, proving his Genealogy and looks to be at least mostly correct. He was a rather laid-back kid, then, but that changed when he moved to America.
Meet Clyde at age 11, to around age 20. He turned from indifferent, to mean. Picked on for his accent, and where he came from, he worked his slim figure to become more intimidating, and worked his way up to becoming the meanest kid in school. He enjoyed walking into the room and seeing everyone flinch. That was how he was when he entered Galvan... but lacking something, until about a month after his 16th birthday.
A simple deal... someone bumps into him in the cafeteria and knocks his tray into his lap. The cafeteria goes silent as bleach-blond muscle-mass stands up to glare at the kid who did it. A meeting planned after school, an intimidating sneer, and then a stalk out of the cafeteria. It was supposed to become just a little talk... Clyde didn't take too well to violence, but he never needed to.
Meeting time swings around, Clyde leans against a wall in the shade to wait. Either the kid'll come, or chicken out. Either way, he'll be afraid of him for the rest of the school year. Feeling a little light-headed, the 'bully' leans his head back against the wall. A few minutes later, the kid shows up. However...
Looking around the area, the 'prey' completely overlooks his impending doom. He glances directly AT Clyde, but eyes pass over empty wall. Confusion becomes evident over the muscle-mass's features, but it is hidden. Eventually, the kid walks away, and the other male steps away from the wall. That was when he noticed he wasn't quite there... or, the same, anyways.
His left hand was pushed against the wall, but when he stared at it directly, it looked just like the wall. Pulling his hand away, it returned to normal at a watchable speed. Shaking slightly, Clyde stared dumb-founded at his hands for a few moments, before regaining his composure, and walking home. Experiments were to be tested out, that night, and the ugly mug was a grin at school, the next day. It wasn't until about a week later that his parents discovered his Nova abilities... and sent him to Galvan.
From arrival to Galvan, he began learning more about his abilities... and about people. About the way the world was starting to come to. He never admitted it aloud, but seeing other Nova in the world on the television getting beat to death actually scared him. Before he graduated, he decided one thing: To work and keep himself from becoming that person stoned to death. To keep anyone he thought important enough from coming to that fate. Once again in his life, he felt almost indifferent. He still thought himself to be more superior to the regular human with no Nova abilities, but he was also understanding how inferior he was to some of the other Nova.
Graduating from Galvan, his grades had a tiny amount of A's, a fair amount of B's, and a few C's, he was a little smarter... and a little more world-aware. As the events began turning out, he wound up with the Devia Corporation. It wasn't exactly the goody-two-shoes, helping with everything, streak that Team Tomorrow was, but it wasn't as sinister as Admond and Adriana's works. It was more of an in-between group, which was just what he was closely related to. He had a job, and a way to work his purpose, so it suited his wants nicely.
How he got into Devia was a bit of luck, more than anything. He worked as a delivery boy for a while, only using his Nova abilities when he needed to, so he could 'blend in'. Oh the Irony of that. He was caught at one point in time, however, working on his skills with his ability, but it wound up becoming someone who worked in the Devia Corp. building. Clyde's snide responses to some of what the employee said booked him in for a meeting with the head of Devia Corp.
The meeting was a bit boring for Clyde, but he'd been given a proposition. His 'hiding' abilities were useful... he could sneak into places with no problem, if needed, and remove something, or put something in. There wasn't many with his power, as was with every Nova's powers, and he happened to be the first they'd found with his ability. With a flick of a pen, he worked for Devia Corp., and was soon becoming encouraged to keep his nose high and not be at unease with using his abilities within the city.
Clyde soon moved into one of the Devia Corp.'s living quarters, and was treated rather fairly. In exchange, his abilities were open for use when he gained a job, or whenever he was needed. Things were a bit smooth for him, and nothing moved too much in a direction he didn't want them to.
Sample Role-play:
The setting was simple- the Devia Corp. gym. Treadmills, weights, yoga mats... whatever was needed for fitness was pretty much provided for within the room. It also carried some of the air the rest of the building had, so it was accessorized to keep that theme. A bleach-blond, green-eyed figure stood over by the weights, pumping iron. It was obvious he'd been there a while, as sweat coated his body like an extra layer of skin. He stared almost distantly out one of the windows as he worked on finishing up.
A work-out appearance... a dingy gray tank-top hung off of a sweaty frame, as dark-blue shorts garbed the bottom-half of the figure. Clyde Klyndon lifted the weight two more times before resting it on its rack. Keeping his muscle-tone to the way he wanted; it was more for health, then power, now. However, sometimes it did help him out in some situations. Wiping some sweat from his brow, he looked around, noting he was alone... as usual. Of course, he rather enjoyed the peace he got, but sometimes he didn't mind people gawking at him like turkeys.
Clyde snickered lightly at the thought, grabbing a water-bottle and taking a long drought from it. He could imagine a grouping of turkeys running around in business suits- stopping every-so-often to stare at him with a stupid look on their fowl faces. He'd always been easy to amuse... this was no different. Mindless entertainment always kept life interesting, no matter how dull things could get.
Stretching a bit and grabbing his things, Clyde headed out and back to his living quarters. Just for fun, he moved against a wall and called upon his Nova abilities to blend in- having heard voices around the corner. Two people that worked in the building turned the corner and didn't seem to notice him there; they couldn't see him at all. Once they were a decent distance away, the bleach-blond snickered lightly to himself for the second time that day and moved on, intent on getting a shower before settling down for a snack, and a little bit of TV-watching. The news had become his favorite show, and it would be on in an hour.
Favorite Food: Green Tea Ice Cream >>;
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 12:09 pm
Yay! Thanks for being the first to step up to bat Goosey! =]
*Rubs hands together* Right. So....We love Clyde. XD
Our only real problem is us being a little crazy and that you have a single 'it's/its' issues. (it's = it is, its = possessive) (*twiddles thumbs* It's one of those peeves, ya'know?)
^^;;
It's in your sample.
Only other thing keepin' this from being transfered is the codename. =]
Erm. So basically if you could check that over, figure out your codename (or tell me what's going on with it) that'd be swell and you're in?
=) See, that was easy.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 2:29 pm
May I join your lovely roleplay?
Name: Sade Karen Kiland
Age: 17 or 18 (Good reason, trust me.)
Alignment: Team Tommorrow, but she's iffy about that.
Special Abilities: (Okay, I can't really decide, so you tell me which one would be better. Genius (But not a know it all.) Fire (But with limitations.) Or decay (Which is not technically 'decay' but it 'speeds up' the process of it. I might make it to where it's only things she speeds up, not human flesh, because that was the only reason why I was iffy about it. It would just screw up my character too badly.))
Codename: I have no idea. Help me with that, too.
Appearance: Sade has short, dark brown almost black hair with pools of dark green (eyes, thanks.). She is very pale, which contradicts her hair, making her look paler than she really is. She wears dark tanktops with a grey zip up jacket and blue jeans.
Sexual Orientation: Uh...Straight?
Personality: For Fire: She's angry most of the time. She would rather hit you in the face than insult you, so she's pretty quiet. Sade, before she knew she was a nova, was teased relentlessly as a child for her differentness (Is that a word? Well, now it is.). She use to be sweet, but she changed drastically when she relized how cruel humans were and being walked over for all those years. She would have been on the opposite side, but she knew that they would lose, and she hates to lose.
For Genius: No one ever knew Sade was a genius until she was discovered as a nova. She would build advanced technology with scrap metal and then take it apart, so no one would know she was smart. All she ever wanted was to be like the normal girls, but they never accepted her because of her apperance. She did, however, keep blue prints and sketches of her inventions, so she could rebuild them when she got older. Maybe.
For Decay: She was really messed up, man. I am so tired of typing out all this stuff cause I'm trying to get you before you sign off. I'll think of it if Decay is my choice. Everything I have right now is too Mary Sue. (or Emowart.)
History: Depends on the power you help me decide.
Sample Roleplay: (You don't have to read all of it, this is my intro to the Pirate RP I started a few days ago.)
Green eyes flecked with gold scanned the horizon, and gazed upon the beautiful blue expanse of the treacherous sea. Olivia ran her tongue over her teeth in an attempt to take off a little of the various grime residing there. It didn’t really work as well as she hoped. The 19 year old girl discovered something stuck in between two of her teeth and lifted a dirty nail to pick it out. A lady would scoff or loose her dainty little lunch at her behavior, and it was a good thing there were no prestigious lady’s on the ship. Olie scratched her head, pushing her dark red mane back from her face.
She pulled a blue ribbon from her knee high boots and hastily swung her messy curls into a horsetail. Olie tugged the hem of her ragged tan tunic a little, a habit she picked up from the last port they stopped at. Now that she thought about it, it was the second to last port; the last one was Bottled Beer Port, more likely to be known as Whore Town. Olie stayed on the ship.
She turned and walked into the middle of the deck, strutting her stuff like a Captain should. Until the real captain shouted for her to get the deck scrubbed before he threw her off the damned ship. She boldly retorted that he couldn’t throw her out because they were in the middle of nowhere. He calmly said, “Watch me.”
“Yessir.” She prompted and dropped to her knees beside a bucket. Olie lifted a dirty scrub brush disdainfully and wondered how she got into this mess before she started to scrub the filthy deck. And then she remembered.
Olivia’s eyes wandered over to the marvelous sea. The horizon held a little black dot, maybe a cargo ship. It was time to leave this port, maybe this time she would go by ship. Stowaway, of course. Hearing a shout, she ducked under the cover of a carriage, fearful that the shout was for her. Fortunately, the shout was from some merchant yelling for another street urchin to come back.
She crawled out the other side from under the carriage and took off down the street. She ran by the local bar, The Pickled Pigs Feet and turned the corner, down into the alleyway. She went into the side door of the bar, slipping quietly into the steamy, smelly kitchen.
“You’re late!” A shrilly voice shrieked, causing Olie to flinch. A woman came out of the thick steam, looking stern, waving a wooden spoon that had definitely seen better days. She was wearing a low cut, red dress. The corset was tied tightly, her breasts lifted and smashed together to give her more cleavage than she already had.
“I’m sorry! I got some good business though.” Olie reached into her pocket and pulled out a necklace and two ruby rings. Cleo Peered into Olie’s outstretched hand and nodded approvingly, loosing her stern look.
“Better take that up to the boss. He’ll want to check for authenticity.” She nodded and skipped up a set of stairs and down a tight hallway. Rows of doors branched off, some had giggling bubbling out of them, and some were quiet…enough. Olie went down to the end of the hall and opened the last door to the right.
Inside was a desk, covered with papers, stolen goods, and a few women. Sitting in a high backed chair with two lovely ladies in each arm was her Boss, Mr. Cantroll. Olie hated him. He was a cruel man, with nothing better to do than corrupt poor, young, helpless maidens. Well, some were maidens, at least.
He smiled a toothy, evil grin and took his arms from the ladies’ waists.
“Well, Olivia,” She hated the way he said her name. “What have you brought me today?” His wicked accent rang in her ears, making her involuntarily shiver. Or was it voluntary? Either way, she was severely creeped out.
Olie stepped forward and dropped the lovely jewels onto his desk, grimaced, and then turned away. His cold voice stopped her.
“Ah, Olivia, wait a moment, please.” He shooed the girls from his office by giving them a vicious pinch to the bottom, which they regarded with giggles and fake blushes.
When they had left, he stood from his chair and walked around to put his hand on her shoulder. It felt like a dead weight.
“We have some customers coming into town.” Before he could spout out his next sentence, she hissed, “Then get one of your whores to ‘entertain’ them, and I might remind you, I’m not one of them!”
Olie smacked his hand away, her anger swelling rapidly. How dare he! But before she could stomp away, he grabbed her again, this time with a vice-like grip, spinning her around to face him. With both of Cantroll’s sausage hands on her shoulders, squeezing like a python, she couldn’t go anywhere.
The rest was boring. All in all, she was sold to this ship where she made a deal with the Captain, who accepted it, and now she was the lowly cabin girl, only to be promoted if some new pathetic wimp came along.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 2:50 pm
Jumping right on in...
-You say there's a good reason for the 17 or 18 but you fail to give one.
-People don't join TT if they're 'iffy' about it. I can think of a few things you could mean, but to risk your life for an organization iffy isn't really where it's at. So either some explanation or now iffy.
-I can understand not being able to decide but you're going to have to expand more. What do you mean by genius, by fire, by decay? Also, none of us are going to 'choose' a power for you. If you're power is too strong or won't fit we'll offer suggestions to fix it, but it's your character.
-We'll get to codename once you have a power.
-The appearance is far too short and you don't get into her costume at all. Also, calling eye's 'pools' is very Mary-Sue and just irritates me.
-Not sure why there's a question mark on her sexuality...It have any meaning?
-I'm assuming once you decide on the power you'll add much more to the personality so we'll just leave that till you get the power figured out.
-And again, history will come with the power. *Sigh*
-As for the sample roleplay I'd prefer to see you roleplaying this character so we can get an idea of how you'll be playing her.
Thanks.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 5:59 pm
((W00t! THIS RP IS BACK! Okay, I'm still in the midst of creating this profile, and it will be finished soon. Everything will be explained in due time...))
Gaia Name:Mr_ Zombie
Name: Marcus Anderson
Age: 16 ((not too young))
Alignment: Team Tomorrow
Special Abilities: Push/Pull: Almost a direct import of the abilities of the same name from the Star Wars movies, this ability is mostly self-explanatory. Using physics defying powers, he can push almost any object away or pull any to him, at varying forces and speed. With his experience, Mark can toss small cars like pennies, or even pull yachts into a dock, though anythig of that caliber takes much exertion and will tire him quickly.
Codename:((Pending))
Costume:((Pending))
Appearance: A 'young adult' who stands just over five feet tall and weighs just over 150Lb. Dirty, unkempt brown hair falls just below pale-ish brown eyes. Mark's skin is very pale from many a day and night away from sunlight. He wears a variety of sloganized t-shirts and large, ragged blue jeans, as well as an old pair of black tennis shoes and a tattered blue hoodie, which he usually wears open. Due to numerous eyesight problems, he wears a simple pair of Grey, prescription glasses, which Mark seems to be adjusting often. Attractive isn't the word to describe him...
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual, though he's never really been interested in dating.
Personality: Any 'normal' person by today's standards would probably see Mark as a 'nerd' or a 'freak', and those assumptions are all partially correct. He is quite intelligent, he rarely goes outside, and if you didn't know him, you'd think he was suffering dementia, but that's what he wants you to think. Mark is an oddity, and luckily for him, that's how he wants it. He never wanted to fit in, and he certainly doesn't. Intellect, however, doesn't always bring happiness, and Mark is no exception. His slightly happy, partially insane attitude can quickly be replaced with irritation, or even anger, if he is provoked. He knows how to throw a punch, and if you make fun of him, a fight may be abound.
Nowadays, Mark stays in his house, or any other place he feels at home. In truth, Mark is quite fearful of the anti-nova rioters, and generally tries to avoid them. Though he prefers to be alone, he know that, usually, he can find condolence if with a friend, and will likely try to make a friend with someone who is reletively nice to him.
History:((Pending))
Sample Roleplay:((Pending))
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 8:21 pm
Gaia Name: Cat69
Name: Leila Marie Fairweather
Age: 26
Alignment: Team Tomorrow
Special Abilities: Weather Manipulation and Control
Leila can create, and alter weather conditions. It is easiest for her to alter an already existing weather to strengthen or weaken or reverse it, depending on the strength of it (i.e. if it’s an extremely strong storm system it’s very difficult and exhausting for her). If it’s a small system, like a rain shower, it’s easy for her to dissolve it and make it a beautiful day or feed it and turn it into a vicious storm. The strength of her ability is also dependent on proximity – within an area of one or two square kilometres her power is strongest but beyond that it deteriorates rapidly, although through her training the area has grown from what it was when she initially erupted.
While she can create strong systems like storms and hurricanes, it can be difficult for her to control and direct them if she spreads them over too large a distance or feeds them too much power. Even she is not entirely sure of all the limits of her power as she tries to never lose control - it happened once and she swore it would never happen again, though she has come close several times since.
Through her training at Galvan, Leila was able to gain a fine enough control over wind that she can manipulate air currents to lift her into the air. Though not ‘flying’ per se it is the easiest way to describe it. She rarely does this however, unless she absolutely has to, as it takes a lot of concentration and if her focus slips enough she could easily fall to her death. As a result of her particular ability she is able to channel lightning through her body and direct it where she wants – it’s not exactly comfortable for her to do this but it doesn’t harm her.
In addition, although not a power it is related to her eruption, her eyes can change colour depending on her mood and when she's using her power. She has learned to control this for the most part but it can be a good indicator of when she is beginning to lose control over her power, or if something is seriously troubling her, as she no longer bothers to, or can’t, keep them from changing colour.
Codename: Torrent
Costume: While in her costume, Leila looks like she’s about to go for a ride on one of her motorcycles. She would prefer no costume at all but she was told she needed one. A compromise was made and her costume consists of black leather pants with a silver streak down the outside of each leg, a form-fitting black leather jacket with the silver streaks running down each arm and the sides of the body of the jacket, underneath she usually wears a tank top, and fairly flat, black, knee high boots that also have the silver streak. The TT symbol is unobtrusively emblazoned in silver on each shoulder of her jacket. All of her outerwear has been made to keep her warm when she takes herself high enough for the air to be frigid, to protect from most man-made weapons (knives, bullets etc) and her boots have added insulation in the soles to help her ground the electrical charge when she channels lightning through herself.
Appearance: She is a very striking young woman and tends to stand out. She has a mass of very long, blonde hair; her eyes are (usually) a clear sky blue. She seems to have a permanent tan from spending so much time outside. She is tall, standing just shy of 6'0"; she is extremely toned though still quite curvy and voluptuous and she works hard to keep herself in shape. Her build is obvious because she tends to wear form fitting clothes but not in an effort to flaunt her body –she doesn’t really need any help in that department – she just hates it when extra fabric gets in her way. She has a penchant for leather skirts, pants and jeans and she most often wears plain, fitted tank tops. As she has matured, her wardrobe has slightly as well and on occasion, and when necessary, she will dress in a more reserved manner. She has tattoos running up her arms and across her upper back.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Leila is strong but quite shy (until she feels comfortable with a person or situation) but has quite a quick temper. She tries not to let anyone walk on her and hates seeing it when other people let it happen to them. Most people assume she is extremely vain because of her appearance but she seems to be surprisingly unaware of it - she often received negative, and positive though unwanted, attention while growing up – and refused to let it be what defined her. She tries to defend people whenever she feels they’re being treated unfairly; she is just as able in defending someone with her fists as she is with words. Generally, she is very laidback, mostly likely thanks to her West Coast upbringing, and is happiest when she is riding her motorcycle or sitting around a campfire with family or friends eating grilled salmon, her favourite food, and drinking beer.
History: Born and raised in and around Vancouver, BC, Canada, Leila had a relatively normal childhood. Her parents were both happy, caring individuals with professional careers. She was the oldest of three kids (one brother, one sister) and until she was about fifteen it seemed she was going to remain a happy, carefree person. When she started high school however, something changed with her. She would spend hours on end in the auto-shop class garage, skipping her other classes, and quickly took up with an older, slightly rougher crowd. The moment she could, she got a part-time job with a mechanic, saving up her money quickly to buy her first motorcycle when she could get her license. She started taking road-trips with these new friends and hanging out at bars with them – with her height and looks she could get in almost anywhere, no questions asked. Her parents, afraid of losing their daughter, actually found themselves being absorbed into the biker community along with her, which helped keep their tight-knit relationship in place. They supported her as much as possible – only getting truly upset with her when she actually started getting into fights, though it was usually with some guy who tried unsuccessfully to hit on her and took things way too far (especially when they didn’t realise how young she was). At seventeen, she dropped out of school and started working full time for a mechanic who specialised in motorcycles. Her skills and reputation grew over the next few years and right before her twentieth birthday, the mechanic she worked for opened a second shop and put her in charge of it.
Through this transition of hers, Leila was able to keep up her friendships with her long-time school friends, going camping with them almost as often as she went on road trips. It was actually on a camping trip (to belatedly celebrate her twentieth birthday as she’d been occupied with her new job when it actually happened) to Saltspring Island that her Nova abilities erupted. She and her friends were out wakeboarding and Leila was having a really bad day on the water, causing her temper to simmer just below the surface. Unnoticed by anyone, as Leila got angrier, the sky above them got darker and darker. It came to a head when, immediately after a huge wipe-out, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky and hit the motor of their boat causing it to erupt into flames. Fortunately, no one was hurt and everyone wrote it off as a freak accident. It wasn’t until a number of these weather related coincidences (though none quite as dramatic or potentially fatal) had occurred that anyone considered the possibility that maybe someone was unwittingly causing them. This idea was confirmed shortly after its birth when Leila received a letter from Galvan, inviting her to attend the school.
With a fair bit of trepidation, Leila accepted the invitation and hit the road on her bike to the original Galvan Nova Academy. As it turned out, she was very happy there; she finished her high school education and some university level courses. When she graduated she was asked to stay on and help teach the younger students, a position she accepted quite happily. For a few years she worked with the students on developing and controlling their abilities, all the while also strengthening her own, and, not surprisingly, teaching an auto-shop class. Eventually however, the lure of her old life in Vancouver pulled away from the school.
At twenty-three she returned home, she thought permanently, and took up her job with the same mechanic once more. For a year and a half she threw herself into work, relishing the challenges it presented. She caught up with her old friends, both the bikers and school friends, and her frequent mini-trips started once more. Quite abruptly one day, she announced she was taking a trip by herself on her bike. Within a week of this announcement she was gone and nobody was sure where. She sent the occasional mass e-mail to let people know she was still okay and having a good trip but never included any details of where she was.
When she returned, a little over a year later, she seemed to be the same but slightly more introspective. She happily showed people the photos of everywhere she’d been. They were almost all scenery shots with the odd one of Leila in front of some landmark or other. Another figure showed up repeatedly in the photos but she, and it was definitely a she, was always blurry and cut off at the edge of the photo. Anytime someone asked about the woman Leila always laughingly denied having any idea who she was and said that whoever asked was imagining things.
“So there’s a blurry woman at the edge of a couple photos, because you know there were no other people at the places I visited,” was the usual type of response. Gradually people accepted this explanation and actually started laughing about it as well.
Once again, Leila settled happily into her old life, occasionally taking week-, or so, long trips by herself in addition to her weekend expeditions. Until the recent upheaval it seemed that Leila was going to be staying around for a long time. However, after Adriana’s stunt Leila’s life was turned upside down. She had been away on one of her trips when it occurred but returned very quickly after saying she didn’t want to be away from the people she cared about with everything that was going. All of her friends and her family stuck by her through the ensuing chaos and defended her to her detractors. At what was probably the worst point, government officials from the States showed up at her shop and started questioning her about Adriana’s location since she’d been a ‘known associate’ of hers at Galvan. Leila vehemently denied knowing anything and the officials backed off. Slightly suspiciously to her, an invitation to join TT arrived shortly after this. With some slight urging from those closest to her and largely for her own reasons she accepted the Galvan Corporation’s invitation once more and picked up her life to move to Washington.
She is very conflicted about the current situation. While attending Galvan, she was friends with Adriana and in a team with Admon and their views certainly affected her opinions regarding Novas and humans. She might have been influenced more but for two keys reasons – first, she was older than both of them (one of older Novas to erupt at the time, in fact) and, as such, her opinions and morals were quite well established within herself and second, she had, and still has, very close ties to her friends and family and her loyalties lie almost entirely with them. She joined TT so that she would be able to do whatever she could to protect them – if she didn’t have such a close relationship with them however, she doesn’t entirely know where she would have ended up. And, if anything does happen to them in the future, depending on who harmed them, she could easily change her loyalties – after exacting her revenge on the group/person at fault.
Sample Roleplay:
Leila examined her reflection in the large mirror on the door of her closet and sighed. She looked absurd. Unhappily she pulled at the sleeves of the jacket a bit. Her focus shifted to her face and she noticed her eyes were shifting between blue and a dark stormy grey – now that just wouldn’t do. She blinked and immediately the maelstrom stopped and her eyes were their usual blue. She had to be careful of that; it wouldn’t be any good for people to read how she was feeling so easily. Her focus shifted again, this time to the room behind her – her new home. She had everything here she could possibly want. The Galvan Corporation had even given her permission to work in the garages here on the various vehicles whenever she wanted. This had been the right choice to make, she was going to be able to help and protect people.
With a brusque nod of her head, Leila shook off her dark mood and straightened her posture, drawing herself up to her full height. Maybe she didn’t look quite as bad as she originally thought, the outfit that had been made for her fit perfectly and wasn’t as outlandish as some of the ones she’d seen since she’d arrived. A glance at the digital clock on the table beside her bed told her it was time to go.
She was meeting with some, officials, or organisers, or something. Once she’d been told the time and place she’s sort of tuned out the rest of the spiel she was being given. As far as she could tell, these people wanted to assess her powers – something she didn’t quite understand as they’d had ample opportunity for that when she studied and worked at the Academy. She supposed they needed to update their file on her.
With one final glance in the mirror, she turned and left her quarters, heading to the large windowless, training room, on the top floor of the building. She didn’t really understand why they’d insisted on having her demonstrate her abilities indoors if they wanted to get a full understanding of her strength. She could create weather indoors but it always felt wrong to her and it limited what she was able to do. However, despite her explanations they’d wanted at least the initial appraisal done in the training room. Lost in thought, she padded silently through the carpeted corridors concentrating only slightly on directions she’d been given and mostly on wondering what was in store for her in her future now that she’d essentially declared allegiance to the ‘baselines’.
((Let me know what needs to be changed. I realise it's pretty long but once I started I found it kind of hard to stop))
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 11:17 pm
((This is based on the profile I created for the first Galvan II pre-release last year. However, since DTT already took the skin color altering ability (first-come, first-serve! *shrug*), she's been modified a bit. Here we go!))
Gaia Name: Cobalt
Name: Eileen Brigid Sullivan
Age: 22
Alignment: Team Tomorrow
Special Abilities: Eileen's eyes are dramatically different from a normal person's - she can change the way she sees the world at will. Her vision can switch from "normal" to things we usually wear goggles or use machines for - nightvision, infrared and ultraviolet, x-ray, heat sensing, color filtered, etc. She can also use vision modes ranging from microscopic (to about the cellular level) and binocular (think average backyard telescope) to stranger ones, like motion-sensing only and visual identification of substances (ex. any residue of blood might glow as if under a blacklight). Basically, any kind of sight she can think of, she has been able to do, though some have required lots of trying and concentration. The only exception is that she cannot simply see through walls like Superman in the comic books. This basically would require the atoms in the way to move out of the way, and she cannot alter the physical state of things around her, just how she perceives it. When she is shifting vision modes, her eyes appear to swirl slightly, though usually she closes her eyes to concentrate on the change.
Codename: Lux (pronounced [luks], does not rhyme with books)
Costume: She wears loosely form-fitting, black crop pants (mid-calf), fitted 3/4-sleeve black shirt with a high mock-turtle collar and the TT logo on her left shoulder, a dark red belt (it stashes a few things, but it's mostly for aesthetics), black gloves with a double-layered wrist strap, and black and dark red tennis shoes. She has long-sleeve shirts and pants for colder weather.
Appearance: She is 5'7", 130 lbs, and reasonably in shape. Short, thick red hair sits on her head and usually decides to do its own thing. She usually lets it, unless she needs to look nice for something, in which case she attacks it with gel and mousse. Freckles adorn very light skin - she is very obviously Irish. Her face is delicately oval-shaped, with a rather pointy chin. Her teeth are straight when she smiles, but her nose is slightly off-kilter, as if it was broken once. Her fingers are long and dextrous, as are her toes. She is right-handed.
The most unusual thing about her is her eyes. They are completely white - she has no pupils, because she alters the cells in her eyes to change her vision; her normally-shaped eyeballs appear to have no features whatsoever. Her mutated biology has decided that a blank slate is easiest to write on, it seems. Since her eyes are often disturbing those who are not used to it (and sometimes to those who are, too), she usually wears sunglasses.
Casual wear - Comfortable is key. Loose jeans, cotton jerseys, sweatshirts, tank tops and capris when it's warm, soft turtleneck sweaters when it's cold. Her favorite colors to wear are green and purple, and sometimes dark red, along with various neutral colors.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Positive and good-natured, but not hyper. Loves to help other people, to the detriment of herself sometimes. LOVES animals, and had plans on becoming a biologist and working at a zoo - until per powers erupted, that is. She still hopes to do that one day. In essence, she believes that life is sacred, no matter whose; she's somewhat of a pacifist, though she has come to understand that sometimes violence is necessary - but killing is still a terrible sin. She is religious - a good Catholic Irishwoman - but not fanatical.
History: Her family immigrated from Ireland to Chicago when she was almost two years old. She has a younger brother, Liam, 12. Her parents, Muirne and Emmet, are both classical pianists. They are an internationally-touring piano duo, and thus were fairly often gone for extended periods of time. Eileen and her brother would stay with a nanny while they were gone, and when they were home, often the two were on their own while their parents practiced 8 hours a day. This did not disrupt their family's connection, however. Her parents were loving and caring, and made sure not to neglect their children despite their busy schedules.
In part to keep the children busy, and in part to give them some company, the Sullivan family always had lots of pets. Cats, dogs, birds, fish, rabbits, turtles, girbils, ferrets, snakes, you name it, they probably had one at some point. Obviously, this is where Eileen gets her love of animals. She volunteered at the local animal shelters for many years before coming to Galvan, and even had a summer job at the Lincoln Park Zoo.
Her powers erupted at the age of 18 when she was searching the living room for an escaped mouse. It was her brother's favorite pet (he was eight at the time), and he was constantly wailing about how the snake was probably going to get out and eat him. Eileen closed her eyes and willed her brother to either shut up or that she could find the mouse right away so he would shut up. When she opened her eyes, her vision had blurred and she only saw sharp colors in strange patterns, and she blinked a few times. When she could see clearly again, her vision had switched to heat-sensing. She froze for several seconds in complete shock. When Liam pulled on her sleeve asking what was wrong, did she see the mouse?, she snapped back out of it, and realized she had been watching the mouse as it sat behind the bookshelf. But she also realized, after a moment, that what she was watching was the heat signature the mouse was giving off - her brother next to her was various shades of yellow, orange, red, pink and white, and the mouse was a blob of orange in a field of blues and greens.
Eileen closed her eyes again, and silently chanted to herself: I can see normally, I can see normally, I can see normally... When she ventured to open her eyes, she was seeing normally again, much to her relief. She turned to her brother and shakily assured him the mouse was behind the bookshelf.
She had heard about the Novas, though at that time the general public sentiment was still favorable. Her brother noticed the change in her eyes first. It was a gradual shrinking of her pupils - which soon disappeared alltogether. At first, her ability was unstable. Sometimes she would wake up at 3am with nightvision because she need to use the restroom, for example. Eventually her ability stabilized, at which point her eyes had become completely white. It was still terrifying, but Liam kept insisting that her ability was "way cool" and ran around the house wearing "Eileen Goggles" so he could see strange things like her.
Liam's innocence and enthusiasm won her over; she loves her brother dearly, even though they still fight like Irish siblings, and his wholehearted approval calmed her, and even made her smile sometimes. She initially had hated being different, but it was such a subtle ability that she could get by in life without much notice, though her eyes eventually became too arresting. Her parents, who were very supportive, suggested sunglasses.
When the Novas began to shake things up in the worldwide scene, she was revulsed. Her Catholic upbringing told her to love everyone, and that to kill others was a sin. She decided instead that they had been given a gift from God, that it served a purpose, and what greater purpose was there than to serve others? Though there had been some in her parish that had denounced Novas as "devils," most had embraced her and the other Novas, and her priest declared that they were "special" in the eyes of God. This, most of all, sealed her belief that she had a duty to help others. She was sent, a couple of months later, to Galvan.
Eileen graduated from the school several months ago and immediately joined Team Tomorrow. She has been going on missions for the past few weeks. She is still nervous about it, though, and because her powers are so passive in terms of battle, she provides mainly support roles.
Her favorite food is dark chocolate.
Sample Roleplay: Just keep walking. Look normal, act normal. That's all there is to it, Eileen.
She was walking through the mall, just like she had done a hundred times, but this time was different. Very different. This time, her eyes were blank fields of white. And she could see in the dark.
And that wasn't all, she reminded herself. Yesterday you managed to filter the solar eclipse without those special glasses we used in class. I'll have to do some more experimenting to see what I can... uh, see.
"Eileen? Are you sure you're okay? You're acting awfully weird today." Her friend Lesley peered at her as they walked side by side. She hadn't yet gotten up the courage to tell her best friend about her new... ah, situation. It'll have to be soon.
"No, I'm fine. Really. I think I just have a headache, that's all. I'm fine. Hey, let's go in here." She ducked into a store, hardly even looking at the sign. Distraction was needed. "Oh, hey, this shirt is cute."
Lesley stopped, planted her feet, put her hands on her hips, and stared at Eileen. "No, I don't think you're okay. What is wrong with you? And why are you wearing those sunglasses? It's so dark in here I can hardly see anything with all this stupid mood lighting. Come on, fess up, girl. What's eating you?"
Eileen sighed. Lesley would never leave her alone now; she might as well get it over with. She looked up from the rack of clothes and glanced at her friend. "Hmmm. Alright. Come with me. This is an official Girlfriend Secret." She grabbed her elbow and dragged her out of the store. They made a beeline for the nearest exit; there were too many people in the mall to get any secrecy.
As they made their way to a more sparsely populated spot, Eileen had time to worry. I hope Lesley understands. I don't know who I can turn to... her cousin is a Nova already, so maybe she'll be okay with it. I don't want to lose my best friend, I don't...
They stopped. They were in a deserted busstop outside the mall. Eileen gulped. "Okay Eileen, spill." Her friend sat her down on the bench, and waited.
The story took several minutes, during which time Lesley did nothing but stare. When she was finished, Eileen looked down at her lap. She was still not confident enough to take her sunglasses off. "I know it's kind of a lot to take in, you know. It's a lot for me to take in. I'm still getting used to it, you know. I guess I just... I hope you don't think I'm suddenly going to become some hideous monster or something."
Lesley shook her head. "Girl, are you kidding? It's just your eyes that's different, right? My cousin Jeff can lift cars! It's so freakin' cool, he's so ripped now, when he used to be a scrawny brat. I always liked him, but now he's great. He went off to Galvan last month to train. Hey, are you going there now, too, since I guess you're a Nova? I bet that would be awesome, a school full of superpower kids. I bet there's some real hotties there, you know. Dude, the boys are gonna be all over you now, you know that? I should be jealous, but you know, I'm the good-looking one, so it's almost fair now." Lesley laughed. Her friend's irrepressible chatter and their long-standing joke about their looks broke what little tension there was left.
Eileen broke into a grin. She had the best friend in the whole world.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 12:50 am
*Clears throat*
Gonna make me work for my supper I see....Oh-tay. Here we go.
@Mr_Zombie: I know you said you're not done, but I'm just going to throw some suggestions out when you're still working on it, okay?
-Does Marcus have a middle name?
-Since 18 is pretty much our bottom line, I'd like a reason for 16 (I'm assuming you'll get to it in the history but just reminding you anyways.)
-Can we have some more specifics on the ability? Like, is organic matter easier to move, can he move nova, is it big that gets harder to move or heavier, is it easier to push or to pull, what happens when he over exerts himself, does the speed depend on the size of the object, etc?
Okay. That's all for now till you get the rest up. =) And make sure to post it in a new post or I probably won't notice. Happy creating.
@Cat69: XD Leila always amused me quite a bit.
-Kind of scared of the eyes changing color depending on her mood -- with the use of her power is A-OK, but mood-ring type eyes is kinda Sueish.
-Being 'extremely toned though still quite curvy and voluptuous' bothers me a little. Curvy and voluptuous implies more then just having hips and breasts, it usually means the rest of you is that way too -- and once you get toned that other bit starts going away real quick. If you could rephrase it to say what you actually mean and not sound like a romance novel that'd be swell. =]
-And can we know what the tattoo's actually are? =D
-How do you mean 'strong' in a personality way? I can think of about eight different ways to be strong personality wise...
-I don't think I saw anything indicating shy, other then calling her it, in your personality. Could you elaborate?
-Oooh. Love the history. Do want to know who the woman is though, por favor. =)
Yeah...So everything is just nit-picky things or me wanting more detail. XD
@Cobalt: XD Well to be fair Clyde is actually G1.
-Can I have a list of all of the sorts of vision she actually has? Etc. makes me nervous. Are there types she's not as good at? Is her sight default one of these modes? Can she push herself too far?
-So like lukes? What's the meaning on that out of curiosity?
-Loosely form-fitting? Erm. Loose is loose and form-fitting is form fitting....I'm confused.
-Can we actually know what the belt stashes?
-A bit more on personality maybe? What about bad days, does she have a temper? Does she hate anyone -- even thinking life is sacred? How does she react to romance? Etc.
*Nods* Right. Think I got everything. Questions, etc. PM me. And as always if any of you don't want the rest of everyone knowing whatever detail I asked for, just PM it to me and explain why it's Top Secret! and we'll be groovy.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 8:31 am
< Added favorite food(a bit late >>), and codename ninja >
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 9:35 am
Thanks lovely.
Accepted! blaugh
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 9:39 am
((Alright, second shot. And I had no idea Clyde was G1. I wasn't really miffed , it's good for me to be creative, anyway. :3 "Lux" means "light" in Latin. And yes, "lukes" is a better pronunciation guide - I used IPA, but I doubt many people know it. I'll change that. Also, I changed the belt to give you an idea of what storage capability it has on it, rather than list what it actually stores, since that can be very flexible depending on what kind of mission they're going on. Hope that's okay. Thank you! Asterisk by the sections that I made changes to.))
Gaia Name: Cobalt
Name: Eileen Brigid Sullivan
Age: 22
Alignment: Team Tomorrow
*Special Abilities: Eileen's eyes are dramatically different from a normal person's - she can change the way she sees the world at will. Her vision can switch from "normal" to things we usually wear goggles or use machines for - nightvision, infrared, x-ray, heat sensing. She can also use vision modes ranging from microscopic (to about the cellular level) and binocular (think average backyard telescope) to stranger ones, like motion-sensing only. Combinations, like telescopic night-vision, is very difficult and makes her eyes hurt after a few moments, and can give her migraines for days if used too much. As far as she can tell, single vision modes can last indefinitely, though it has taken a while to develop the accuracy of some - x-ray, magnified, and telescopic all have taken months of slow, careful practice to get to a useful level, though she is still trying to expand them.
Current list of vision modes: normal (default), nightvision, infrared, ultraviolet, x-ray, heat-sensing, color filters (any color), brightness filter, contrast filter, magnified/microscopic, binocular/telescopic, motion-sensing, and blacklight.
Many people have asked her if she can see through walls like Superman in the comic books. She cannot. This basically would require the atoms in the way to move out of the way, and she cannot alter the physical state of things around her, just how she perceives it.
*Codename: Lux (pronounced "lukes" - means "light" in Latin)
*Costume: She wears vaguely form-fitting, black crop pants (mid-calf), fitted 3/4-sleeve black shirt with a high mock-turtle collar and the TT logo on her left shoulder, a dark red belt with one small pocket and a couple of loops for storing small things, black gloves with a double-layered wrist strap, and black and dark red tennis shoes. She has long-sleeve shirts and pants for colder weather.
*Appearance: She is 5'7", 130 lbs, and reasonably in shape. Short, thick red hair sits on her head and usually decides to do its own thing. She usually lets it, unless she needs to look nice for something, in which case she attacks it with gel and mousse. Freckles adorn very light skin - she is very obviously Irish. Her face is delicately oval-shaped, with a rather pointy chin. Her teeth are straight when she smiles, but her nose is slightly off-kilter, as if it was broken once. Her fingers are long and dextrous, as are her toes. She is right-handed.
The most unusual thing about her is her eyes. They are completely white - she has no pupils, because she alters the cells in her eyes to change her vision; her normally-shaped eyeballs appear to have no features whatsoever. Her mutated biology has decided that a blank slate is easiest to write on, it seems. Since her eyes are often disturbing those who are not used to it (and sometimes to those who are, too), she usually wears sunglasses. When she is shifting vision modes, her eyes appear to swirl slightly, though usually she closes her eyes to concentrate on the change.
Casual wear - Comfortable is key. Loose jeans, cotton jerseys, sweatshirts, tank tops and capris when it's warm, soft turtleneck sweaters when it's cold. Her favorite colors to wear are green and purple, and sometimes dark red, along with various neutral colors.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
*Personality: Eileen is positive and good-natured, but not hyper. Rarely does she get angry, and is far more likely to be simply annoyed than angry. However, if something gets her pissed off enough, her Irish temper flares. She hates to do that, though, and does what she can do avoid it, because she is afraid of lashing out in her anger. It must be noted, too, that the Bible says to love everyone, and Eileen tries to follow that. Even if she does get angry at someone, she can usually step back (after some cooling down) and understand why that person did whatever it was that made her angry.
Saying that, though, it must be acknowledged that she still doesn't quite understand why people like Admon and Adriana did what they did. She doesn't really hate them, or really anyone, but she usually just feels more of a sadness instead, that they can't see that God meant them to forgive instead of kill. In essence, she believes that life is sacred, no matter whose; she's somewhat of a pacifist, though she has come to understand that sometimes violence is necessary - but killing is still a terrible sin. She is religious - a good Catholic Irishwoman - but not fanatical, and she will not try to convert you. However, she would not turn down an opportunity to discuss it.
She loves to help other people, to the detriment of herself sometimes, but she doesn't mind. She absoultely LOVES animals, and had plans on becoming a biologist and working at a zoo - until per powers erupted, that is. She still hopes to do that one day. She also hopes to get married and have kids someday, too, but at this point in her life she has other things to worry about. When God think she is ready, He will send her the man she will marry.
Around people, she is usually relaxed and calm, and likes to meet new friends. She is not necessarily shy, but she likes to be unobtrusive, and is often the one friends go to to help smooth over a dispute. Harmony amongst the people around her is important (thus why she tries not to hate people - hate causes discord, and if she can find a way not to hate them, she will).
History: Her family immigrated from Ireland to Chicago when she was almost two years old. She has a younger brother, Liam, 12. Her parents, Muirne and Emmet, are both classical pianists. They are an internationally-touring piano duo, and thus were fairly often gone for extended periods of time. Eileen and her brother would stay with a nanny while they were gone, and when they were home, often the two were on their own while their parents practiced 8 hours a day. This did not disrupt their family's connection, however. Her parents were loving and caring, and made sure not to neglect their children despite their busy schedules.
In part to keep the children busy, and in part to give them some company, the Sullivan family always had lots of pets. Cats, dogs, birds, fish, rabbits, turtles, girbils, ferrets, snakes, you name it, they probably had one at some point. Obviously, this is where Eileen gets her love of animals. She volunteered at the local animal shelters for many years before coming to Galvan, and even had a summer job at the Lincoln Park Zoo.
Her powers erupted at the age of 18 when she was searching the living room for an escaped mouse. It was her brother's favorite pet (he was eight at the time), and he was constantly wailing about how the snake was probably going to get out and eat him. Eileen closed her eyes and willed her brother to either shut up or that she could find the mouse right away so he would shut up. When she opened her eyes, her vision had blurred and she only saw sharp colors in strange patterns, and she blinked a few times. When she could see clearly again, her vision had switched to heat-sensing. She froze for several seconds in complete shock. When Liam pulled on her sleeve asking what was wrong, did she see the mouse?, she snapped back out of it, and realized she had been watching the mouse as it sat behind the bookshelf. But she also realized, after a moment, that what she was watching was the heat signature the mouse was giving off - her brother next to her was various shades of yellow, orange, red, pink and white, and the mouse was a blob of orange in a field of blues and greens.
Eileen closed her eyes again, and silently chanted to herself: I can see normally, I can see normally, I can see normally... When she ventured to open her eyes, she was seeing normally again, much to her relief. She turned to her brother and shakily assured him the mouse was behind the bookshelf.
She had heard about the Novas, though at that time the general public sentiment was still favorable. Her brother noticed the change in her eyes first. It was a gradual shrinking of her pupils - which soon disappeared alltogether. At first, her ability was unstable. Sometimes she would wake up at 3am with nightvision because she need to use the restroom, for example. Eventually her ability stabilized, at which point her eyes had become completely white. It was still terrifying, but Liam kept insisting that her ability was "way cool" and ran around the house wearing "Eileen Goggles" so he could see strange things like her.
Liam's innocence and enthusiasm won her over; she loves her brother dearly, even though they still fight like Irish siblings, and his wholehearted approval calmed her, and even made her smile sometimes. She initially had hated being different, but it was such a subtle ability that she could get by in life without much notice, though her eyes eventually became too arresting. Her parents, who were very supportive, suggested sunglasses.
When the Novas began to shake things up in the worldwide scene, she was revulsed. Her Catholic upbringing told her to love everyone, and that to kill others was a sin. She decided instead that they had been given a gift from God, that it served a purpose, and what greater purpose was there than to serve others? Though there had been some in her parish that had denounced Novas as "devils," most had embraced her and the other Novas, and her priest declared that they were "special" in the eyes of God. This, most of all, sealed her belief that she had a duty to help others. She was sent, a couple of months later, to Galvan.
Eileen graduated from the school several months ago and immediately joined Team Tomorrow. She has been going on missions for the past few weeks. She is still nervous about it, though, and because her powers are so passive in terms of battle, she provides mainly support roles.
Her favorite food is dark chocolate.
Sample Roleplay: Just keep walking. Look normal, act normal. That's all there is to it, Eileen.
She was walking through the mall, just like she had done a hundred times, but this time was different. Very different. This time, her eyes were blank fields of white. And she could see in the dark.
And that wasn't all, she reminded herself. Yesterday you managed to filter the solar eclipse without those special glasses we used in class. I'll have to do some more experimenting to see what I can... uh, see.
"Eileen? Are you sure you're okay? You're acting awfully weird today." Her friend Lesley peered at her as they walked side by side. She hadn't yet gotten up the courage to tell her best friend about her new... ah, situation. It'll have to be soon.
"No, I'm fine. Really. I think I just have a headache, that's all. I'm fine. Hey, let's go in here." She ducked into a store, hardly even looking at the sign. Distraction was needed. "Oh, hey, this shirt is cute."
Lesley stopped, planted her feet, put her hands on her hips, and stared at Eileen. "No, I don't think you're okay. What is wrong with you? And why are you wearing those sunglasses? It's so dark in here I can hardly see anything with all this stupid mood lighting. Come on, fess up, girl. What's eating you?"
Eileen sighed. Lesley would never leave her alone now; she might as well get it over with. She looked up from the rack of clothes and glanced at her friend. "Hmmm. Alright. Come with me. This is an official Girlfriend Secret." She grabbed her elbow and dragged her out of the store. They made a beeline for the nearest exit; there were too many people in the mall to get any secrecy.
As they made their way to a more sparsely populated spot, Eileen had time to worry. I hope Lesley understands. I don't know who I can turn to... her cousin is a Nova already, so maybe she'll be okay with it. I don't want to lose my best friend, I don't...
They stopped. They were in a deserted busstop outside the mall. Eileen gulped. "Okay Eileen, spill." Her friend sat her down on the bench, and waited.
The story took several minutes, during which time Lesley did nothing but stare. When she was finished, Eileen looked down at her lap. She was still not confident enough to take her sunglasses off. "I know it's kind of a lot to take in, you know. It's a lot for me to take in. I'm still getting used to it, you know. I guess I just... I hope you don't think I'm suddenly going to become some hideous monster or something."
Lesley shook her head. "Girl, are you kidding? It's just your eyes that's different, right? My cousin Jeff can lift cars! It's so freakin' cool, he's so ripped now, when he used to be a scrawny brat. I always liked him, but now he's great. He went off to Galvan last month to train. Hey, are you going there now, too, since I guess you're a Nova? I bet that would be awesome, a school full of superpower kids. I bet there's some real hotties there, you know. Dude, the boys are gonna be all over you now, you know that? I should be jealous, but you know, I'm the good-looking one, so it's almost fair now." Lesley laughed. Her friend's irrepressible chatter and their long-standing joke about their looks broke what little tension there was left.
Eileen broke into a grin. She had the best friend in the whole world.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 11:26 am
Awesome. =] All corrections made as asked.
Accepted!
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 12:06 pm
Gaia Name: Pandali Name: Arielle Leonora Mancini (Ari for short) Age: 22 Alignment: Team Tomorrow Special Abilities: Transfer Healing. Ari is able to heal anyone with any ailment, but not without serious consequences to herself. When she heals someone, it is more of a transfer of ailments than an actual cure – whatever illness they had she then gains herself. She, however, heals 75% faster than a normal human. When she takes on someone else’s sickness, she has it for 25% of the time they did. For example, if someone had a cut for 120 minutes, she has it for 30 minutes. The only way she can heal herself, other than by waiting for it to naturally go away, is to transfer it onto someone else. Codename: Remedy Costume: Arielle has always loved Renaissance culture, and her costume reflects that, in a more modern way. She wears loose brown cotton pants underneath a knee-length green tunic. The tunic is a v-neck and embroidered with small, gold leaves along the collar, hem, and three-quarter sleeves. The loose clothing also provides easy access to any external wounds she receives in her work. Around her waist is a brown belt from which several brown water-proof and fire proof pouches, embroidered with the TT symbol in gold and green. Within the pouches are several modern medical necessities – band-aids, gauze, rubbing alcohol, etc. Not wanting to have hordes of fanatic people pounding her doors for “miracle healings”, she also wears a half mask. The mask is gold with two, large green cloth leaves coming off one side. ((I know you all don’t like pictures, but I felt the need to put up a link to a picture of this mask)) http://www.marega.it/img/maschere.jpg Her hair is usually in a braid wrapped around her head, to keep it out of the way. Appearance: Ari is 5’5, thin, and not “well endowed”. She has very pale skin and long, straight brown hair that is usually in a braid hanging down her back. Her eyes are brown and her nose is rather sharp, but not so much that it is hooked or looks snobbish. Typically, she wears jeans and a t-shirt or the occasional skirt. Shoes depend on the occasion. She has the habit of carrying a medical emergency kit with her everywhere. Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Personality: Because she so often has to deal with the pains of others, Ari has learned to hide her emotions most of the time – it’s hard enough dealing with pain without bawling and crying. It is also easier for those she’s helping if she is calm and collected. She is calm and practical in most situations, but when she gets truly angry – which is not very often – she really loses her temper. Her words become sharp and cruel and she tends not to act very reasonably. It tends to be more verbal than physical, though. Romantically, she is very picky about who she dates. Growing up with a romantic novelist for a mother, she’s used to reading about all of the perfect guys and expects to find them out in the real world, too. History: Ari was born in St. Paul, Minnesota to a romantic novelist and a Renaissance historian and professor – thus the rather elegant name. Needless to say, most of her family vacations were spent in museums or the occasional splurge on a European castle. How they fell in love she’ll never understand – every time her mother finishes a medieval romance, her father complains about how historically inaccurate it is. She lead a pretty normal life – going to school, hanging out with friends, going to parties, etc – until she was fourteen. She and her friend Karen were horsing around on a jungle gym in the park near her home – even though they both knew they were a bit too old to be doing so. All of a sudden, Karen fell and hit her head. There was blood all over the playground and no one else was around. Neither of them had thought to bring a cell phone with them. Arielle hurried down and cried of her friend. She tore up the bottom of her shirt and pressed it to her friend’s head and was just willing Karen to get better. Suddenly, there was a searing pain in Ari’s head and then it was gone. Ari opened her eyes and looked down at her friend, suddenly woundless. Ari was shaking as Karen opened her eyes, sat up, and looked at her. “What happened?” she asked. “You-you fell.” Ari replied, shakily. “Wow. I’m lucky I didn’t hurt myself – c’mon, let’s head back to your house.” Karen paused, looking around and seeing all the blood around her. Eyes, wide, she turned back to Ari and whispered, “What happened?” Later that evening, Ari and Karen told her parents what had happened, not sure if they would believe it. Amazingly, they did and said that they had been hearing about different strange occurrences around from people known as novas. A couple months later, she was off to Galvan. It soon became apparent that she couldn’t simply heal people, and that the searing pain she had felt that day was the short time she had held Karen’s wound herself. She learned to be wary of when she learned her skills and why. She graduated from Galvan feeling much more comfortable with what she did. Knowing that there would be many people she would want to help but would be unable to without seriously harming herself, she went to nursing school to learn more practical ways of dealing with injuries so she could leave her gift as a last resort. She graduated just before the stoning. Not long after Admon made his announcement to the world, she was recruited for Team Tomorrow. She plays more of a support role than anything else on the team. Sample Roleplay: Arielle walked into the living room of her apartment, grabbed the remote, and plopped down on the couch. Turning to the news, what she saw shocked her – a nova, with tortured human prisoners hanging behind him. There had been so much turmoil going on lately, but she had never expected a reaction like this. Listening to his ravings, she glared at the TV and tapped her foot impatiently. He talked about not making the same mistakes and that every nova should be the king of the world and junk like that. What he sounded like to her was another Hitler – being pushed down, he was asking the people to destroy the ones pushing against him. This would just make things worse, and besides, not every nova would end up on top, no matter what he said. There was always a bottom of the food chain and a bunch of novas, not to mention humans, would be destroyed by this. Not able to listen to it anymore, she turned off the TV and threw the remote on the ground, practically breaking it. Pacing and clenching her fists, the phone rang. Picking it up, she practically spit, “Hello?!” It was her parents, wanting to see if she’d seen the news yet. Favorite food: cucumbers
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 1:08 pm
M'kay.
-Few questions about the power. First of, I was following the percents and all until the end. Are you saying that if someone got a cut and had it for X amount of time before Ari got to it that she'd only have it for a fourth of X or for a fourth of the amount of time they would have had it if she hadn't healed them? Also, what happens when she over exerts herself? What is her level of over exertion -- what causes it? What can't she heal? Does she heal by touching the wound or having contact anywhere with the person or making eye contact or what?
-Pouches seem rather impractical. They're hard to access in a hurry and anything shoved in them would be in no sort of order. (Note, this isn't a required fix but I strongly suggest considering switching something around.)
-For the link to the picture if you could imbed it in the word 'mask' that'd be great.
-How long is her hair? And can you add a bit more to her appearance in general?
-What makes her angry? Will she make personal attacks or just general meanness or what? Just a bit more here if you would. =)
-"She lead a pretty normal life" Lead should be led. "Arielle hurried down and cried of her friend." Just a few general typos in the history really. Clean that up please. =)
-And if you could throw in (either in the history or the personality) what she actually thinks of the events that'd be good. I know it's in your Sample, but that won't be posted with your profile and I'd like that in what's posted please.
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