◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: Scarring in the shape of a medium sized wing on his left shoulder blade
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: Doesn't really care about himself Doesn't like large crowds Hates to be a burden on others Very soft spoken Was almost driven mad by his secondary abilities (hearing into the human body, etc.)
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Cares about others to a fault Very intelligent and articulates well Enjoys reading and it's practically a hobby Will smile, even though his mind is always in turmoil Netami has excellent vision, and can see during the night His hearing is better than the normal humans, and he can hear heartbeats, blood flow, and through thin walls High reading ability (is able to read at an extremely fast level and comprehend things at superhuman speeds) Photographic memory and deduction (Form of Panmnesia) Scythe combat Flight, raptor vision, sense of direction, lightweight but strong bones, basically all the good stuff from birds Great technical intuition and is, he would never admit, a genius in the field
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'9
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 130
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Slender (Androgynous)
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Nordic
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: White/silver
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Red
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Straight
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ Food ✓ Fantasizing ✓ Reading and studying ✓ Pouncing on things ✓ Loves to clean
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ Rotten food ✗ Being/feeling useless (which is constant) ✗ Those who won't help others
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:: Speed Burst: Able to reach speeds of up to 250 mph within a moments notice that lasts for 30 seconds until more training. (Over 300 miles per hour in distance and 2.5 miles per 30 seconds. This is Flight only.)
Hypercompetence: Netami 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. (If we're being candid, this is mostly because I want him to be the house cleaner and person everyone goes to if they need something done in a fast and precise manner. It will have some kind of ability in itself when in combat, but more times than naught it's used for mundane challenges but also messes up immensely and causes him to overcompensate- like tripping down the stairs or something, yet able to catch himself afterwards. He's smart, but he's a klutz. He's strong but he's a softy. That type of dynamic.) EX:
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ::Supernatural Combat: Netami possess immense combat skills, both offensive and defensive, which may be innate, honed or both. This encompasses speed, strength, precision, reflexes, technique, analysis, control, adaptation and all aspects of practical fighting. Depending on the users, they may be specialized on specific types of weaponry (melee, ranged, natural, etc.), and invariably wield them with surreal efficiency.
◆ Pᴇᴛ: Cats and birds seem to flock to him, but he does not have any pets himself
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: A necklace that belonged to his late grandmother
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Because of his past, Netami is a very depressed individual. He's not one to say any achievement he made for himself, but always the first to admire and help others. Insomnia plays a healthy role in Netami's life and he is usually seen wandering out at night and only sleeping a few hours of the day. (If he exercises his wings more than he was able to in his past, his insomnia gradually lessens as flying and other work outs tire him out enough to sleep.) Thankfully, the only thing his depression did not take from him was his genuine caring for others and his appetite. He is very soft spoken, and enjoys sparking up conversation as long as his past is not brought into question. He is very confident, yet cannot see his own brilliance. He's also a major klutz when he uses his ability on accident, except when he's cleaning, gardening, or any of those types, and he knows he is strong from his innate ability, but he does not like to fight unless needed.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Lucifer was the true angel, so then Netami was as well. "You are the only evidence we have to prove that Lucifer is the true angel, you cannot leave us!" That's what they said when little Netami's wings appeared at the age of 4. It wasn't evident that the small nubs would turn out to be wings, but as his body slowly grew, so did the appendages. But now we're getting ahead of ourselves.
Netami grew up in a very small town in the middle of nowhere of Iceland. It wasn't much of a miracle, at least he thought, that he had such vibrant red orbs and snow white hair. It was even less exciting for him when all of his small village knew every little detail about him, and treated him as if he was their son. It was weird actually, he would always think when the townsfolk would holler toward him and call him things like "blessed one" and "the chosen".
It got even worse when the four year old grew to not be able to hide his nubs anymore, and small fledgling feathers started sprouting out randomly all over them. The towns folks' eyes grew wide and they all got down on their knees in the snow when Netami's mother, her long hair dripping down into the child's eyes, ripped off his coat and shirt to show the town the evidence of her findings. So there Netami stood, shivering violently and afraid of what the town would do to him, waiting for the outcome. But... nothing happened. They just chanted strange things, and bowed their heads in prayer before getting up and slowly, as if their hands would burn with fire, touch his appendages softly. It was stupid, Netami remembered thinking afterwards.
When he was ten years old, his mother, her hair now longer than ever, and his father told them of the plan the townsfolk had for the family; Netami especially. Just as his own mother had shown him off like a prized pony, so thought that was what the town would do. They had never seen anything like him before, the chosen one, the one that shone like snow and beauty. The shining one. The towns people had already been showing any passerby, that was unlucky enough to find their little village, of Netami's glory and prayed for their souls to be saved from the fires of Hell for the one true angel walked the Earth once more. He was just a walking attraction, he had thought bitterly before being pushed up onto what would laughingly be called a pedestal and shown off again to a traveling family.
In his growing disdain when he turned 16, instead of listening to the droning the towns people would say, he took it upon himself to find out what he was himself. It wasn't easy for him to gather the components he needed to create something he only heard in passing and in books, but eventually he created his own computer. It wasn't hard to hack into a nearby tower to rewire a nice signal to the isolated town, and soon he was up in running. He didn't think the town over needed all of that bandwidth anyways, he justified to himself as he began his long trek through, what he liked to call, research. It wasn't long when he discovered something: A girl, or something, with giant black wings. She was on blogs, Tumblr, and even spotted in Rome at the Vatican of all places. There wasn't much on her, but she was definitely real. She was like a rare exotic bird, of the Loch Ness Monster; she was strangely and insanely allusive. But it didn't matter. Netami had his evidence and if the townspeople wouldn't listen, at least his parents would have to.
At 17, Netami finally worked up the courage to show his family the small computer he had built. Before he could even start it up, his mother had grabbed it from him after his protests of others with beautiful wings, and smashed it into bits. "The town must never know of this!" she had cried to him before slapping him across the face. The sting of her words hurt more than her hand, and Netami had sat there in silence as his parents left the room. His wings, these damn nuisances, were writhing in place, demanding justice for the assault. But Netami was ignorant.
Going quickly to the town elder, he told the man of his findings and of the other angels like him. The man said again what he told Netami when he was 4, and ordered him not to leave the town in search of this mystery black angel. The threat came when the snowy haired boy turned and began walking away: "If you leave now, your parents will die for your sacrilege!"
Needless to say, he didn't believe him. Netami couldn't believe him. He couldn't be trapped there for any longer, couldn't be subjugated to prayer after prayer, offering after offering. He couldn't do it, his mind couldn't do it. So he fled to his house and he packed his things quickly. It was modest how small his bag was, and as he had just finished packing the broken laptop into his back with enough food to last him for weeks, he saw it. Some kind of... golden card. Picking it up in hands shaking from adrenaline, Netami turned it over and over in his hands as he read at superhuman speed. Was this... his way out?
His body went rigid when he had heard the familiar cry of her mother come from outside of the house. Stuffing the invitation deep into his pocket, Netami bolted outside and found his father lying in the dirt, his eyes wide yet unseeing. As he watched, just after a split second of opening the door and running outside, his mother's throat was then slit in front of him. The town elder spoke those same words to him, over and over again as he cleaned the knife on his handkerchief, and simply... looked toward the frightened boy.
...Netami does not know what happened after that. If anyone were to ask, he would say that at least. But in his mind it plays over and over again: the dashing toward the elder after elongating his 15ft wingspan all the way across, and of tackling the man quickly. The way his fists made contact with flesh that turned to squelching hits as the skin finally broke underneath his relentless attack. And how, for the first time in his life, he took the life of a human being. It wasn't until he saw the redness of blood, his crimson orbs staring down at what he had done, did his mind suddenly calm itself, and he was able to think again. Turning round, all of the villagers now afraid and a few feet away in terror, Netami with his face and wings bloody, stooped down to his mother's corpse and gently undid the necklace around her neck. He knew it to be his grandmothers, and that was all that mattered.
Looking back toward the townspeople one last time, Netami looked toward the open sky that was now not just a beckoning call but a trumpet of salvation, opened his wings yet again, and pushed himself off as he traveled higher and higher into the air with each downstroke. He was free. And it was at the cost of his parent's lives...
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ The Black Angel (Mystery) ❥ ❥
◆ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Red lights calm Netami's mind to the point of submission. He can still do things, and it only works when he's really riled up, but once he sees a red light flashing he becomes instantly submissive again. EX:
◆ Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Aeryn Pendragon (Given Name when made)
◆ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)/Aʟɪᴀs(ᴇs): Ryn, Penny
◆ Aɢᴇ: Looks 18 actual age: over one thousand years old
◆ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
◆ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: "It has been so long, I do not recall."
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: "Alice made me, therefore I do not have an origination."
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: A black tattoo that looks like a skeletal hand which covers the area of her heart.
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: She follows orders without any question; obedient much like a slave Her feet are deftly ticklish Will protect her creator without a moment's notice, and will become hostile only when Alice is threatened (which is the only times she shows true emotion) Lacks the ability to lie and can come off as naive with her honesty
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Aeryn is able to withhold information depending on the severity With other teachers help, along with students when the time comes, she is coming to understand herself as a person and not just a tool Knows countless languages She has read a good portion of books from psychology to mathematics and retains all of the information for the centuries she has been alive Because of her sometimes flippant attitude, due to the knowledge of if you are useful for her objective or not, she commands attention and compliance Mastery over her aura She was strictly made to follow orders, but also to be a purely combatant weapon therefor strength, agility, endurance, and versatility are all heightened
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'7
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 144
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Fit and toned.
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: English (she claims the same as Alice)
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: White
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Orange
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: "Anything is fine."
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ Food ✓ Missions ✓ Alice ✓ Reading ✓ Going to the library. And possibly hanging out with the librarian there.
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:: Gen(esis) and Finn: Balloon-like familiars, one black and one white. They carry Aeryn's large greatswords though, as the swords can be moved, summoned, and swung telekinetically, the familiars allow for further damage as they can be infused with Aeryn's green aura energy. They can also combine to lift heavier materials. (This includes energy bursts, green barriers, claws made of energy, and the ability to charge and alter the size of the greatswords.) On command, these familiars, which have certain humanistic DNA, will devour a target with ease. It turns into the purest form of cannibalism. They can also talk when combined together, but cannot speak except through telepathy when separated.
Energy/Corruption Infusion: The ability to infuse energy or corruption into a being or inanimate object to make it a weapon depending on which it is:
Corruption: Aeryn can infuse objects (usually a weapon), beings or powers with corruption powers, to give the target enhancements, special abilities, etc. The objects gain various corrupted powers, such as corrupting their surroundings, minds or targets, releasing corrupted energies in various ways, etc. (In mass quantities, even a touch, the corruption can seep into a person and can disintegrate them if they stay within 3 feet. 2 posts before instant death.) It can only be staved off if sunken into the earth by cleaving the earth in two to effectively create a chasm in which it cannot proceed. To absorb runaway corruption, she must be in a 5 feet radius or it will get out of control.
Applications: Absorb and/or generate corrupted energy. (This also spreads to pestilence and the like as it is a form of corruption.)
Amplify the strength, energy and power of weapons
Charged attacks/energy wave emission (She cannot control the corruption rate if it hits something. If it is a tree or standing form, however, when it falls it does not corrupt the ground underneath it.)
Corruption Inducement (Eroding a persons morality takes a lot of time, and only through extended usage of ability.)
Efficacy Manipulation of speed, density, hardness, and sharpness
Death Inducement (after two posts and if a character stays within 3 feet.)
Ex:
Energy: The ability to infuse objects or powers with energy, empowering and energizing them and allowing Aeryn to manipulate their qualities and efficiency. Depending on the type of energy that the object is infused with, it can posses a variety of abilities and be very effective in both offensive and defensive combat.
Applications: Absorb and/or generate energy
Amplify the strength, energy and power of weapons
Charged Attacks/Energy Wave Emission
Efficacy Manipulation including speed, density, hardness and/or sharpness.
EX:
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:: Flight/levitation
◆ Pᴇᴛ: Finn and Gen(esis). (White and Black respectively.)
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): Finn and Gen(esis) along with her greatswords
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: Alice has given her many gifts among each lifetime. Regardless of what it is, even a ridiculous Santa outfit, she holds it dear to her. Or as much as she can, anyways.
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Aeryn likes to believe and think she has no valid emotions or yearnings in life. She knows she was created for a specific purpose, and she follows that purpose with as little emotion she can muster. Over the centuries, especially with Alice's rebirths, she has grown to become more caring for her master than she previously was- as it was simply to follow orders before- and when she ponders over it she truly believes she has feelings for her. Even something like her, that was created for nothing more but to follow orders, is able to feel something even if it is so much less than a normal person.
Aeryn cannot lie though she can keep information to herself and bluff her way out of a situation as long as it does not come close to the conundrum of lying itself. She knows she is unique in the sense that Alice never before made anything like her, and she never will at least thus far, though Aeryn still feels like just an autonomous machine when she ponders and speaks with her familiars. Because of Alice's "newborn" state that has appeared more often than not, Aeryn turned slowly from a combat expert to a simple mother figure and confidant. She never gives Alice back her memories more than she knows the girl can handle, and has resigned herself to allowing her to get them back gradually. She is very protective of Alice not only because she is Aeryn's creator, but because of these instances of affection given over the centuries.
She is much different when she talks to Alice and her familiars versus speaking with others around her. She does not see the sense of mincing words and trying to assuage the teachers that Alice has placed in her service, nor does she see the importance of the students other than fodder for killing monstrosities. But Alice wills it, so it shall be done.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ:"It has been so long that I have walked this earth with her that it is engrained in my very being. The first day I was born into this world, I was meant to be used as a weapon, a weapon to do good upon this corrupted world. My creator, Alice, had already died and had been reborn again before she took it upon herself to create her own knowledge based... individual. I was instructed to find her yet again whenever she was brought anew into the world, and teach her all the things she had once lost. It... did not go well in the end those few times and I thus resigned myself to share what little information I could with her. The years go by and she still does not remember me the way she once did, but I am content for my mission has been achieved again. Because of my need to protect and find my creator, I have summoned and bound two familiars to me though in my haste it is, objectively, a nuisance more than a help with their words.
She told me once, when she remembered more than she ever had before, that I was the like image of another. Someone fuzzy in her memory yet she had known herself to be fond of. She told me that any other person would feel an emotion deemed 'jealousy' knowing this, but I, as I always do, felt nothing. Tears welled up in her eyes when I responded that I was not a person, but just a tool used by her. In all of our days after, I have never stated that to my creator again.
My life has been a cycle of vagabondism and rebirth and it shall always be of that. It is my purpose, and her will. And her will shall always be done. It was not long after her most recent rebirth that she contacted the organization known as the UN and brokered a deal. Or what she could, anyways, seeing as it was either threats of being devoured by my familiars or her hypnotism that bade them agree with us. It is the second time she has started another school known as Tokubetsu, and I pray for her sake the same thing does not happen again."
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ Alice (Creator) ❥ Xim (Librarian) ❥
◆ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Aeryn can make her familiars turn into many spherical shapes, such as small floating solid orbs that have the symbol of the familiars, but not the characteristic mouth or wings.
She is often seen playing with the balloon-like entities when she does not think anyone is watching.
If she is not floating around, Aeryn walks on the balls of her feet at all times unless during combat where she sometimes drops to the normal stance to keep her balance
She does not wear shoes because she thinks they are too restricting
Her skin is very tough and is hard to pierce with a normal weapon
She fights and moves in a more cat-like demeanor and she still believes Alice made her with feline DNA
She was created for the soul purpose to help Alice save earth from the monstrosities, however Aeryn cannot find it in herself to push towards that goal. She will do it because Alice commands her to, but she sees the world as a cesspool of violence, ignorance, and hatred and would rather see it burn. (If she ponders, this is what she truly feels, but seeing as she believes she does not have any emotion, she cannot fully comprehend why thoughts of disgust for regular humans pops into her mind.)
Alice, once, gave her a small magehound to raise as her own. It always bites her playfully and she has a very indifferent response to him.
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ:Unlike my sister, my frame is quite slender, though I do have the muscle and force to take down a bear. Whether it is my element or my strength, I'll never tell.
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: American
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Dark blue- dyed. Originally sandy brown
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Navy blue
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Pansexual
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single and not looking
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓Doing my work ✓ Teaching ✓ Eating ✓My sister
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ Students ✗My sister ✗ Monstrosities ✗ The outside world
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Elemental Aura- master at all elements but prefers Ice/Water, Wind/Air, and Sound. Supreme forms/aura: Ice, Magma, Wind, Earth, Energy, Lightning, Light+Dark
◆ 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- Joanne 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 Joanne to see temperature variations in objects and environments. This ability is incredibly useful for observation purposes, as Jo is able to see the heat presences of any living targets.
Thermal Resistance- The ability to survive any temperature without discomfort.
Thermokinetic Flight- The ability to fly by using temperature. She can also, if she concentrates, create a bubble around allies to carry them, leviate, or glide them as well.
Thermovariance- Jo 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. Joanne is powerful enough to burn people with touching them and could burn multiple people's blood. She'd rather use her ice equivalent to this technique as it's less messy, but she will also use her heat.
Dark Ice/Regular Ice/Water Manipulation- Literally the ability to shape, create, and manipulate ice and water.
Applications:
Ice Clones- A literal clone that looks exactly like Joanne or anyone/thing she can think of. When it comes in contact with something, it can either explode with one of the elements, or create a barrier around the person. Brilliant blue energy will travel up the person's arm in this process.
Cellular Disintegration- The ability to dissolve any sort of organic cells, including plant, bone, or even fertile dirt and dissolve them, destroying them at a cellular or even protein level, allowing them to destroy their targets, either by a specific part or outright disintegration. Joanne can also dissolve viral or germ-like cells from 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.)
Efficacy Manipulation- The ability to manipulate the efficiency of anything/everything, allowing them to increase or decrease the efficiency and potency of anything and control the probability or improbability of something happening.
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.
Water Separation- The ability to separate massive amounts of water to open a road on the bottom for safe passage.
Viscosity Manipulation- Joanne can alter the resistance of fluids, effectively changing their shape, influencing spraying, injection molding, and surface coating.
Blindness Inducement- By manipulating the water in the eyes, Joanne can cause temporary blindness.
Liquid Surveillance Communication- The ability to spy, communicate and do a surveillance using the element water or any form of liquid.
Motor-Skill Manipulation/Blood Manipulation- Joanne takes control over motor functions of others against their will as if they were a marionette, subjects are still conscious, but can’t resist her puppet control.
Water Absorption- Simply the ability to absorb water, even from hosts, and use it in some way.
Dark Ice- Dark ice draws straight from the darkest fears sentient mind has about winter, ice and arctic areas, including the fears of treacherous ice breaking, burying/devouring, damaging or tripping the victim in downright malicious ways. Dark ice doesn't just freeze, it crushes and shatters all things, including regular ice.
Magma/Fire Manipulation: Simply the power to manipulate geothermal molten substances, and the lesser forms such as fire.
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.
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- Joanne 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.
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, Joanne can either solidify air into a tangible form, change the density of an object or entity, and manipulate the pressure to loosen or crush surrounding objects.
Combustion/Explosion Inducement, Deoxygenation, Purification, Rot/Rust Inducement, and Vacuum Creation- By controlling the various gaseous molecules within the atmosphere, Joanne can either create small localized explosions, or big ones, remove oxygen from one's surroundings, purify the air by removing hazardous molecules, Corrode or rot away metals and flesh, 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, Joanne can create and induce explosions in the body or in the environment.
Sound Absorption- By keeping the air still, Joanne can completely nullify sound around a given area.
Sound Amplification- By increasing the vibration of airwaves, Jo can amplify sound ten fold around a given area.
Sound Manipulation: The ability to manipulate sound and sound waves.
Applications:
Sonic Stimulation- Joanne can use sound waves to vibrate and stimulate her physical attributes. For example, she can stimulate her muscles to move if heavily injured or stimulate her blood vessels to pump blood through her body without her heart even giving off a heartbeat. (This is how she is stronger and more agile than others of the same Aura type.)
Sonokinetic Constructs- Jo can turn sound into tools, objects, weapons and other items, create semi-living constructs and/or create structures/buildings of varying permanence.
Sound Conversion- Joanne can absorb sound and convert it into various forms of energy, essentially converting sound waves she absorbs into any other form of existing energy.
Sound Sculpting- Joanne can sculpt and shape sounds and other ambient noises, changing them in any way imaginable, such as changing the sound of rainfall to sound like a lion's roar. She can alter existing sounds or even add sounds where none existed before, including changing the qualities of any sound such as making it sound better and clearer or even increase the range and volume of sounds.
Vibration Emission- Joanne 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.
Voice Manipulation- Joanne 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.
Persuasion- The ability to control people with her voice.
Voice Projection- Joanne can project her voice great distances or even into a room without being physically present.
Vocal Replication- The ability to replicate/duplicate any sound Joanne has ever heard using her vocal chords.
Enhanced Hearing- Simply put, the ability to hear at amazing clarity even from a person who is far away.
Lie Detection- By listening in to someone's heartbeat, it is rather easy for Joanne to decipher a lie from the truth.
Sound Detection- Joanne can detect sound-waves, whether it comes from skies, the earth, or the seas. Anything that generates noise, sound, sonic waves, or vibrations, she can detect whereever the source comes from.
Barriers: By using her ice, wind, and sound abilities, Joanne 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: Joanne can control either of the two elements whether it be the generation of it or the simple shaping and manipulating it.
Aether Manipulation: Joanna has the unique ability to generate and manipulate aether. (It is not as strong as her sister's, but she has still mastered the concept and basic form of destruction and recreation.)
Electricity/Lightning Manipulation: The ability to create, shape, and manipulate lightning and the applications it provides.
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.
Kinetic Energy Manipulation: Joanne can create, shape and manipulate kinetic energy, the energy possessed by any moving object, ie. the necessary work in order for an object with a given mass to move from its resting position.
Purification and Cauterization: With her natural elements, fire and water, Joanne can purify wounds and cauterize them of possible infection or the patient bleeding out. She cannot heal, but she can easily save a life with her quick thinking.
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ::Luck: Joanne is gifted with an automatic infinite supply of luckiness, though she has no control over this power as things considered "lucky" just randomly happen to her. Ergo, nothing bad will happen or if it does then her power will always sort it out and keep the "lucky" side of the scale the heaviest. People will always respond positively towards Jo and she'll never be drawn into a fight. People would voluntarily give her money and such and just genuinely be nice to her and respect her.
◆ Pᴇᴛ: N/A
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): A double edged naginata
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: The pendent, among many, her sister gave her, along with a pair of cordless headphones the older sister also gave.
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:Unlike my sister, I am the calm one. She likes to think herself as a firebender, and myself as a waterbender and I appease her in also deeming myself as such. I am the responsible one, grading papers, and my teachings are more... orthodox than my sister. Nanie is a handful and I have spent my formative years keeping her out of trouble while also trying to stay far enough in the shadows for those of the "human" affliction to be absent. I am not as social as my sister, and rather choose to be left alone, though I do have close friends among the other teachers, one of which being Kero. What can I say, I enjoy stuffed animals.
My affinity is ice and sound and I use it to bolster my speed and physicality to do feats only those of the Physical Aura can comprehend. I refuse to ever be weak and will not show those weaknesses lightly to others but Nanelle. Sharing my problems to other teachers is something that I do not enjoy doing, and would rather fix the issue by myself than get others involved. There is no point in talking if a spar can be used instead, and my way of teaching is more hands on and personal. Those who do not wish to use their element for combat, well that is their own prerogative, and I will teach them as such as well- if not better- than the other elementals.
I may act like I dislike, or even hate, my sister but that is not the case. Do not tell her that though, or I'll never hear the end of it. She has always been there for me, and I will always be there for her. To the bitter end.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Joanne was a stickler for memory, and even more so at her own life, and thus she remembers everything in moderate forms of eidetic memory. They didn't have the most horrible upbringing, instead living in a gorgeous, and large, home in the rural part of their big town in Ohio. Their parents were never there, and they received the title of 'rowdy children' from the other parents around the neighborhood that didn't much mind keeping their feelings to themselves. Joanne looked out for her big sister, Nanelle, and the elder did the same for her.
It was a more than average life, the sisters playing with their friends and chatting and laughing till their heart's content. It didn't change until they both got into Middle School. The fun times with friends began to recede and Joanne became much colder as she was picked on everyday by those she had come to call her comrades. She didn't understand how something as simple as moving up in a grade, and a new school, could change someone so immensely but the small happy girl still soldiered on; keeping her smile showing even in the face of hair pulls and smacks.
Their powers made themselves known a lot sooner than most others and it wasn't until many of the other children began receiving slight burns and other things that the finger was pointed toward Joanne herself. The parents, teachers, and other students looked at her as if she were a monster, and she couldn't possibly understand how it had all changed so quickly. Her elder sister defended her, keeping the other girls away from her after pulling Jo away from their taunting expressions, and in return those same girls received the brunt of her sister's fury. And yet Joanne was to blame for it.
She did not mind it, knowing she could take the unpleasantries better than her sister who actually had friends. Nanelle's bubbly exterior never faltered whilst Joanne's did, and soon everyone knew of the girls. It prompted Joanne to begin to stay in doors, no longer going out and playing her favorite sports, games, and other things with once-friends and she instead began to lock herself away inside of her home. She noticed it instantly when her sister did the same, trading their days of laughter and playing to one of silence, anime, and computer games. Joanne's demeanor was irreparably altered, but her sister still had her fun filled attitude present. It was enough for her, even if she did not show it.
Soon after Joanne entered her Senior year, her powers becoming even more evident as she could control all of the elements with ease (seeing as they could practice in their wide home without care), she and her sister were contacted about a 'Tokubetsu Revival Project'. It was foreign to the girls, but seeing as they had nothing else to do, no one to still watch them as their parents were never around- and strangely all of their parent's money was transferred into Joanne's account a little before school started for her-, and with their ever growing abilities, they accepted without hesitation. It wasn't long before they were taught by those in power at the now up-and-running school to further control their elements, and the young adults accepted the title of teacher. Now their mission has changed but their resolve is still set. Joanne will protect her big sister, and Nanelle will protect her younger one. At whatever cost.
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ My sister ❥ Kero ❥
✖ Surprisingly, not my sister ✖ The monstrosities ✖
◆ Gᴏᴀʟ(s)/Aᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ(s): To rid the world of monstrosities, even if it means sending children to die.
◆ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: She wears a pair of red rimmed glasses
Her cordless headphones are actually controlled by her sound manipulation. She can hear sound waves, and thus voices, through the blaring music, and has them pressed against her ears more times of the day than naught. (She controls the volume, to give someone else the respect anyways, by cupping her hand and making a motion much like if you would turn the dial down on a radio.)
She bought herself a naginata, with her parent's allowance of course, after seeing an anime her sister watched in middle school and has been training with it ever since.
She controls all the elements with ease and can generate it out of thin air instead of having to use a source prior. If she does use a source, it is slightly, if not intensely in some situations, stronger.
Joanne believes she has all of her edges rounded: Speed by usage of sound and lightning manipulation. Physical by usage of sound. Intellect by usage of her natural born gift, and so on.
An ongoing gag with her sister is whispering "Roger" to one another before exiting or entering separate locations.
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◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: Doesn't much think before he acts, very impulsive "Plays with his food" if you will
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Social situations Natural athleticism, and very keen with combative situations Can track, and get a visual, of even the faintest markings on the ground
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ None flirtatious people ✗ Those who bore ✗ Overly cynical people
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Ritually activated magical aura, however he appears to be a physical aura
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs::Psionic Manipulation: Hania has the unique ability to use all forms of psychic, psionic, and mental powers. Some of these include: Telekinesis, Empathy, Astral Projection and manipulation, Telepathy, and Levitation by usage of a Tactile Shield.
Heightened and Negative Touch: Hania has exceptionally good sense of touch, allowing him to detect specific persons, objects, substances or even places, locate their origin and track with nothing but the tip of his fingers. Hania is also able to sense vibrations through solid substances, liquids or even the air-pressure changes. He is also able to cause spontaneous necrosis in a victim and cause their flesh to begin to disintegrate the longer he touches them.
!True Abilities~ Secret!
The Walker- (This ability is only used when in the realms of extreme rage, to scare others, or to gain extreme strength, durability, etc.) Some say the Walker is a creature born of rituals and taboos, and the origins are certainly steeped in blood and agony. The Wendigo is the most known creature in this day and age, and Hania chooses to deem himself as such, striking terror in the hearts of those knowledgeable about such a creature. It is in this shapeshifting beast that the sins of gluttony, lust, wrath and cannibalism make its home.
The Walker has many bestial forms brought about by "melting with animal pelts" and take over their forms. These forms may pale in comparison to the ability that comes from Hania's true forms, however they are generally resistant to cold and the elements. Burning the Walker's true flesh away leaves them open to weapons such as ash, silver, and pure holy attacks.
Key Features of the Walker:
Certain abilities are conditional and are locked behind certain obstacles.
Hunger- Hunger is a sort of frenzy state that he goes through, normally isn't activated, but it's effects last 5 Post and cools down in 6 to 7.
Normal- Magical Augments
Fear Feasting and Fear Mind Games- The greatest asset to The Walker is the ability to incite fear and manipulate it. They can impose fear and they can use it to their advantage in various ways. One is to communicate to those who fear it while in a Hunger State to those who fear to incite more fear. More so it's the ability to teleport to their prey while they still fear it is their greatest asset.
Aura Pelt Wearing- In the legend that speaks of The Walkers, they said that they can wear pelts of animals and shapeshift into the creatures they skinned it from. Animal Auras are seemingly no different to this effect as they too can be affected by this--only when they are skinned. It takes only the base animal form.
Hunger Form- Becomes a large creature, with cracked and glistening black skin with soulless white eyes. Doubles his physical abilities, especially speed. It is harder to physically hit him. Appearance:
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:: N/A
◆ Pᴇᴛ: A hawk he has had since childhood. He also can control packs of cougars, lynxes, and others in the Panthera genus.
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): A tomahawk and dagger, an intricate hand crafted bow and arrows, and various other tools.
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: N/A
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Though he sometimes shows objective based thoughts, Hania is far from duty and even less so from responsibility. His emotions range from curiosity to full out sexual deviant, and he shows no signs of caring for others or the close connection that of empathy would allow. He, however, is a master manipulator and can easily fake emotions as if they were his own, and is versed in "sweet talking" those of any gender.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Hania's story is not steeped in mysticism nor in his culture as much as you would expect, or at least that is what he would like those to believe. He lived in a small community with his family, Hopi Native Americans, and he was happy. This particular reservation was extremely small, only holding roughly thirty members of the family in the small place, yet it was bountiful in its earth for crops and even more so with the underground well irrigation system. Hania was born in the time of rebellion and idiocy, but the small tribe was spared from the attacks on different cities from other races. Even as a young boy, he never understood why the color of a person's skin should dictate how they were treated, or if that meant they should be taken out and shot like animals. If he believed some of the little children at school off of the community, he would think himself even less than an animal but their cowardice words did not reach him.
That was, however, until his last year of elementary school. The 9 year old had made it through yet another annoying day at school. One of the boys had brought a bat for show and tell and he kept "fake" swinging it at poor Hania. The boy wanted to grab it and crush the aluminum between his fingers, but his mother and tribe would tell him to never show off his abilities passed down by the ancestors. That was the spheal from them every day for the past few years when Hania relented his tales of school. But today, oh today was going to be different, the pathetic boy promised himself as he sat in class patiently after his head jolted forward from another light swing from the bat.
After school that day, wicked Hania followed the bully through a cut in the woods the latter always took to go home, and this is where his life would change forever. The boy was swinging his bat around against the dead foliage, as it was well into Fall, and onto trunks of trees. He did not see stealthy Hania amongst the brush, and it was all too late when the white haired boy fell upon the bully with such force it knocked the wind out from him. Hania held his family's ancestral blade against the bully's neck, his choked words leaving his lips in a hiss. His red orbs bore into the boy's blue and he bent down and licked the boy's cheek before biting down harshly onto it. The horrified boy forgot his bat that day and simply ran through the uncaring trees all the way home, the chuckling beast behind him the entire time.
The triumphant Hania walked home that night, his new bat in hand, and rejoiced in his victory. He had been aimlessly wandering around the small community, the bat lowered onto his shoulder as he did, and a wide smile on his face. Hiding the bat skillfully, little Hania walked into is home and greeted his mother, father, and grandparents. They had not been worried for their little 9 year old, and soon dinner was prepared before they all sat down to eat. That is when it happened, Hania does not like to recall. The first screams seemed to permeate the walls of the home as they filtered into the night. Along with something else, something dead and rotten. Something like charred flesh.
The family did not have time to leave the house before something crashed into the window and flames cascaded throughout the living room. The next moment, childish Hania being picked up and swung around for a body to shield him from the licks of flames, another window shattered in the bedroom area. His father continuously beat the door, his hefty bare foot striking the door but only leaving splinters in its wake. Something was barring it and they were trapped inside. His grandparents prayed to their ancestors, his parents wrapping themselves around him as they bent low to escape the dreaded smoke above them. The screams soon died, their blistering corpses only loosening one last death throe before their souls returned to the ether, and the only thing Hania heard was the cracking and melting and boiling of his own parents above him.
When the disgusting Hania awoke when he did not think he ever would again, his eyes were practically glued shut and his throat hoarse. He could not move his body, and there was slight weight all around him. When he finally got his red orbs open, he realized his leg and lower body was pinned with blackened debri from the rafter of the ceiling. Was it cutting off anything vital, was it waiting for him to shift to send a large blood clot to his brain and murder him there? His question remained unanswered until he found out what was around him, however, and the soot-stained white haired boy shimmied his shoulders slightly to see what was there. His eyes widened in terror and pain when he saw the charred, huddled form of his mother and father around him presumably trying to protect him from the raging fire that had soon died out somehow.
Their charred black and red streaked flesh filled his nostrils with putrid stink and he wished to vomit, but he could not move for fear of death from the fallen rafter. So he sat there, tears rolling down his darkened cheeks as his teeth bit into his bottom lip with anger. Anger, fury, and destruction clouding his vision as he thought of only one who would harm the community like this. There was only... one.
The feral Hania would never go into detail of what transpired next. It was said in a report a few weeks later that Hania's parents were stripped of their facial, forearm, and thorax flesh and that their bodies were heavily mutilated spanning the course of days. It was also reported that several teens and one young boy, the little brother, all were brutally murdered by an animal attack a few days after the terrible incident at the Hopi community. The beast had not been captured, but it was warned that it was so large that it's teeth left gouges in the boy's bones as big as a wildcats. It was enough to make you sick, Hania would think after reading such a paper weeks later, trekking the long roads.
His journey may be coming to an end soon. Maybe, just maybe, he will finally be at peace with his ancestors.
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ (romantic are not, they go here) ❥ ❥
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