Pae'il Name: Naomi Power Category: 4 (Redeemer) Chosen Power Name: Pediatric Aid (open to better name suggestions) Power Description: Naomi will be able to understand infants, as well as be able to aid in helping them to heal ailments. She can also help toddlers and children. Weakness: Once the pae becomes a toddler she can no longer hear/understand them. Once they become a teen she can no longer aid in their healing. Link to most recent completed RP:solo rp
Additional Notes: She can only understand the infant if the person playing the character makes it clear in their posts what they are thinking/needing, this is so as to avoid any godmodding. If a player doesnt want their infant understood by Naomi they can tell me in OOC
There is a small wording issue here and I want to be certain as to what you meant before I accepted this. Does Naomi become totally deaf to anyone who isn't a baby (as in, she can only hear babies) or can she just no longer innately interpret what they need (unless they tell her directly, which many would be able)?
Nono it means instead of hearing baby-talk when she's listening to an infant she can understand what they are saying. I probably didn't word this very well. Basically I was trying to incorporate Sy's power into her in some method. So I guess easiest way to reword it is IF the infant's owner says what it is the infant is needing Naomi could understand the babel. If you have a better way to word it lol please tell *brain is asleep*
I was referring to her weakness. Can you please clarify what the weakness is?
Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 12:58 pm
Guardian_Iris
Shicala
Guardian_Iris
Shicala
Pae'il Name: Naomi Power Category: 4 (Redeemer) Chosen Power Name: Pediatric Aid (open to better name suggestions) Power Description: Naomi will be able to understand infants, as well as be able to aid in helping them to heal ailments. She can also help toddlers and children. Weakness: Once the pae becomes a toddler she can no longer hear/understand them. Once they become a teen she can no longer aid in their healing. Link to most recent completed RP:solo rp
Additional Notes: She can only understand the infant if the person playing the character makes it clear in their posts what they are thinking/needing, this is so as to avoid any godmodding. If a player doesnt want their infant understood by Naomi they can tell me in OOC
There is a small wording issue here and I want to be certain as to what you meant before I accepted this. Does Naomi become totally deaf to anyone who isn't a baby (as in, she can only hear babies) or can she just no longer innately interpret what they need (unless they tell her directly, which many would be able)?
Nono it means instead of hearing baby-talk when she's listening to an infant she can understand what they are saying. I probably didn't word this very well. Basically I was trying to incorporate Sy's power into her in some method. So I guess easiest way to reword it is IF the infant's owner says what it is the infant is needing Naomi could understand the babel. If you have a better way to word it lol please tell *brain is asleep*
I was referring to her weakness. Can you please clarify what the weakness is?
ahh I refer to if they dont talk direct words. not all toddlers have great speech some still talk baby-talk (babel)
Shicala
Hungry Animal
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The following powers are all approved! Congratulations!
"With great power, comes great responsibility." What are your plans for this ability? As a child, Shizzle thought the magpie was pretty so he made friends with it. The Magpie thought Shizzle was pretty too, so she bonded to him. The magpie generally follows Shizzle around, even if she's just following him in the bushes.
What are the major weaknesses your pae'il will face when using this ability? Speaking of shiney objects, Shizzle will take anything that sparkles, shines or glitters. No matter what it's made off, if it's pretty, Shizzle will attempt to theive it. He's like a crazed Kelptomaniac. He will try to steal anything shiney. Some things would be harder to resist than other. Like jewelry and sparkly rocks/precious metals would be nigh impossible to resist. But a quarter on the ground wouldn't be so interesting to him.
Also, with help from the magpie, Shizzle can imitate simple noises or short melodies simply by listening to them once. He can't imitate something complex like an entire song or other peoples voices but something like a doorbell or a few bars of muzak? That would be easy.
Do you agree to the following: - My Pae'il will not godmod (control the thoughts or actions of another Pae'il without consent of the other player) - I will not power-play. (Meaning, your pae is not the strongest of them all with no weakness) - I will play fair. - To the best of my knowledge, this is a creative and unique ability. - Staff is allowed to revoke my Pae's power if I abuse it. - Staff is allowed to grant additional powers if I play by the rules. - The rules regarding powers are subject to change.
YES
Thank you teigy poo!!
Kasmai
Menelie
Pae'il Name: Kasmai Owner Name: Menelie Power Category: Planeswalker Chosen Ability: Dreams to Reality
"With great power, comes great responsibility." What are your plans for this ability? Kasmai can conjure things in the physical world that he has seen or experienced in the dream world.
What are the major weaknesses your pae'il will face when using this ability? Once he's conjured/summoned something, he can never conjure it again, and he won't ever dream about it again.
Do you agree to the following: - My Pae'il will not godmod (control the thoughts or actions of another Pae'il without consent of the other player) - I will not power-play. (Meaning, your pae is not the strongest of them all with no weakness) - I will play fair. - To the best of my knowledge, this is a creative and unique ability. - Staff is allowed to revoke my Pae's power if I abuse it. - Staff is allowed to grant additional powers if I play by the rules. - The rules regarding powers are subject to change.
"With great power, comes great responsibility." What are your plans for this ability? Doom Bringer would be able to make a very loud hissing noise (Stridulation).
Being merged with the tarantula would give her more enhanced stealth and speed. It would also mildly boost her strength. She couldn't move a mountain but she can lift big rocks or other pae, no problem.
What are the major weaknesses your pae'il will face when using this ability? She thinks like a predator. She's always looking for smaller prey or defending herself against larger predators. Fight or flight instict would be in over drive. She bites when frightened. She also wouldn't like larger pae or sudden movements. Or bright lights. Or open spaces. Since Taratulas have no nest, she wouldn't feel secure anywhere or have a settled home.
She'll have trouble overcoming her insticts at first, but slowly she be able to semi-control her urges. She might never truly be in control of them tho, since you can make a spider a pet but he'll bite you if you spook him.
Do you agree to the following: - My Pae'il will not godmod (control the thoughts or actions of another Pae'il without consent of the other player) - I will not power-play. (Meaning, your pae is not the strongest of them all with no weakness) - I will play fair. - To the best of my knowledge, this is a creative and unique ability. - Staff is allowed to revoke my Pae's power if I abuse it. - Staff is allowed to grant additional powers if I play by the rules. - The rules regarding powers are subject to change.
Yes
NOTE:: I would appreciate any help furthering this idea if it isn't suitable as is.
Erylia
Tartara Seabreeze
Pae'il Name: Erylia Power Category: (include the number and categorysmile 5. Stormspike Chosen Power Name: Metal Extractor Power Description: Erylia can extract metal by touch. Weakness: (include limitations, "kryptonite" if applicable, and energy requirements) The amount of metal and how far it is depends on amount of skill and energy. The further or larger the amount, the more energy it consumes. This is only metals (gold, iron, copper), and anything else (organic matter, gems, ect) will be left exactly as is. Link to most recent completed RP:Golden hair, tie dye skin and violet eyes, Erylia stepped towards the alters. The thought of getting a new power had seemed fun for the mardi gras pae'il, so she was more than happy to set up for the trip. However, suddenly she wasn't having nearly the fun she thought she was in for. Hungry, tired, and aggravated at how dark it was, she stumbled upon the area. What was she supposed to do? The knights pointed towards the platform, which she delicately raised an eyebrow to. They wanted her...to pray? It was all she could do not to laugh. How cheesy can this get? Smirking now, she delicately knelt and closed her eyes. Try as she might though, Erylia could not keep a straight face. The whole thing was just absurd. Criofan would laugh... That thought sobered her up. After leaving the area with Zana to search for Shadow...well, the golden pae probably didn't even think of her anymore. He no doubt had long moved on to a new queen and more riches. Shaking her head, she tried to concentrate on the issue at hand. Before she was regarding the thing with a bit of humor, now she just wanted it to be done with. Her mood was completely soured. Impatiently she opened her eyes just as Dylana began to glow. She had upset herself so much she forgot what she was even doing. Thankfully it didn't completely ruin things. Smoothly Erylia stood, her hair moving like liquid gold as she looked to the sky at the last remaining stars in the sky.
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A bottle of wine for her spirit (I didn't mean to do that XD) a blanket for mind and a basket for heart. Was this supposed to represent her or was Dylana trying to get a picnic set up? The basket was easily found, being it's large size. Wicker gently bouncing against her slender waist, the demonic looked ahead at the springs. Somewhere around here was a bottle and a blanket. How she was supposed to discern that it was hers or another pae's she didn't know, but really didn't much care if it achieved the same end result. At the sound of a childs laughter, she turned her head to the left. There, sticking right out of the ground was a green bottle. Aha. Gently swaying to the area, she plucked the bottle right out from its 'hiding' place. Not much hiding. It was out in the open. Near children. At her age she might have tried it...shame that she couldn't leave the bottle behind to leave some fun for others.
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The last of the suns rays found Erylia taking care of her nails, making sure they were even and dirt free from her little adventure. She shook her head and let her hands drop to her lap. It was about time to see if the Guardian accepted her offering. The day had been emotionally draining, and she ached for it to be over. She was tired of all the drama; she only wanted to have fun. When the last of the suns rays were swallowed, a red fairy popped into view, slowly fluttering around in circles above her head. Oh? So that was her new power? How...very interesting. She could have fun with this. A slow smile crept onto her face. Much fun.
Yukiko
Strawberri Stardust
Pae'il Name: Yukiko Power Category: 8. Planeswalker Chosen Power Name: Swirling Snow Power Description: Yukiko can summon swirls of snow with her breath. Weakness: If her mouth is covered, she cannot summon it. It can melt faster in warmer weather. Link to most recent completed RP:
Yukiko was a little nervous as she came up to the altars. She knelt, waiting for the sun to rise, her blue eyes shut tightly. The last thing she wanted to do was mess this up. She knew that by doing this she would be becoming a steward in the Order of the Light, that she would be part of anything they did. Not to mention she'd be able to give her son a better life in the city, she'd be able to protect him better with what she learned. She smiled at that thought. A mother to her core, Yukiko knew her son would be more powerful than she probably ever be and she still wanted to protect him.
She felt the sun rise and waited a moment to open her eyes to see Liliana glow.
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A piece of Adelphos' hair for her heart, a white flower for her mind, and a piece of ice for her soul. Yukiko smiled and nodded before leaving on her journey.
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It had been fairly easy to gather the items she'd been sent for, though it had taken her some time. She set them on Liliana's altar before backing up and taking her place on the prayer stone again to wait for dusk. She worried about having left her son for so long even though she had faith that Anteros could keep him safe. She just worried, she couldn't help it. As dusk fell, she gasped when she saw a sudden flash of color stop to hover in front of her. She didn't know how, but she knew this little sprite was her new friend. "Hello, little one," she said with a smile.
Dameon Made a small category adjustment, since you rolled a 7 and picked the wrong category for the power.
Tartara Seabreeze
Pae'il Name: Dameon Power Category: (include the number and categorysmile6. Shapeshifters1. Paragon Chosen Power Name: Slippery Power Description: Dameon can make his skin become slippery, making it easy to slip out of sticky situations. Weakness: (include limitations, "kryptonite" if applicable, and energy requirements) The transformation is for a limited time, and he must continue to concentrate on the power to keep his skin slippery. Over the course of training, Dameon will re-learn how to slippify every part of his body. Link to most recent completed RP: A Strained Fate
Captain Darias
Tartara Seabreeze
Pae'il Name: Captain Darias Power Category: (include the number and categorysmile 3. Wild Soul Chosen Power Name: Nile Crocodile Power Description: The captain can transform in and out of the form of a Nile Crocodile. Secondary power is to do a half-transform where he gets sharp claws, thicker skin and the powerful tail. Weakness: (include limitations, "kryptonite" if applicable, and energy requirements) Darias can only maintain half-transformation for a limited time, and full transformation for an even shorter time. While as a croc can stay underwater for 2 hours, Darias would shapeshift back into a pae around 30 minutes and need to come back up for air. Link to most recent completed RP:The dark pae fingered his sword with his good hand, swaggering his way through the forest. He didn't like being alone on land, it just didn't feel right, though he would never show his discomfort but for his unease upon his hilt. Back on his vessel, his rag-tag crew slept into the morn. If anything happened to his ship while he was away, he'd send the lot of them to Davy Jones locker. He lifted his hook to brush his sapphire hair from his face and stepped onto the platform. Pray? Never in all his years sailing the sea had he ever prayed! He had no battle with the Guardians, and accepted them as a higher power. Even respected them as Captain to Captain, as they were 'Captain' to the island. But as customary, their vessel, their rules. With a bit of a grin, he knelt in big show, his arms going out to make it almost a bow. "A great thanks for seein' me. Captain Darias at yer service." Oh, he almost forgot. Chuckling, the Captain took off his hat. Now he was ready to...pray. He clapped his hands together and closed his eyes, grin still on his face. It wasn't long though before he slyly peeked an eye open. Thankfully for him, the instant he did so one of them started glowing. "Ahoy there! Arlo be it? Right grand. Cap'n Darias, pleasure doin' business wi' ye."
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A treasure chest, a bag of gems and a keg of rum? His heart would be burning when he turned them over. Was a power really worth it? Arr...with a power, I'd be three time the pirate. Darias considered himself a bit of a businessman, and knew sometimes to make money you had to spend money first. "Oy! Belay yer greedy grubbing claws!" The male went into a jog, heading towards the group of kids surrounding none other than a chest. "Git outta here ye lil sea urchins!" They popped up from their findings, eyes wide from being startled. He drew his sword, and they immediately ran from the area. Trying to touch something that wasn't theirs, the nerve!
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Setting the items down, the pirate took a step back with a smirk. All three items, just like they asked. When he took another step back, he jingled. Suddenly, all the knights were looking at him. "Oh...ah...Ye see..." He exhaled slowly and reached into his pocket. The male tossed the handful of gold coins and gems onto the pile. "Were ye really not expectin' that?" They continued to stare. Shaking his head, he emptied his other pocket. "Fine, fine! Shake me down, ye landlubbers. Bare me to the breeches." With that, he sat down on the ground again. Jingle. "Blimey! Can't catch a breeze." The male grumbled under his breath.
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By the time he was done, there was a fairly sizable mound of gold with gems scattered about. Truly down to his breeches, he started putting back on his boots. He was a pirate. Who could blame him? "Ye be satisfied?" Almost as if on cue, a blue fairy popped out from the shadows. The critter floated over to him with a large grin. "I nary had other than a parrot, but ye do." At that moment, the mellon delivered a swift kick to his hat, sending it off its perch on top of him. Gold coins rolled off the Captains head. "...You bilge-sucking rat...I see why they picked ye fer me."
Adamm
Shicala
Pae'il Name: Adamm Power Category: #2 (Mastermind) Chosen Power Name: Ventriloquism Intuition Power Description: Adamm will be able to 'throw' his voice to objects in an attempt to fool other pae or enemies. Weakness: He cannot throw his voice to a living being, and until he has perfected the ability his lips move some. Link to most recent completed RP:Solo RP
Pix
Tartara Seabreeze
Pae'il Name: Pix Power Category: (include the number and categorysmile 8. Planeswalker Chosen Power Name: Tools Teleport Power Description: Pix can teleport any premade tool, such as saws, hammers, scissors, ect to her side. Weakness: (include limitations, "kryptonite" if applicable, and energy requirements) She cannot create the tools out of thin air, so they need to be pre-made. Pix also must know the location of these tools, and cannot teleport them back. Only to her. The bigger the item, the harder it is to teleport. Link to most recent completed RP:It was a quiet morning, the air seemingly hushed in anticipation of her big event. All her life, Pix had never had a power to call her own, she was still uncertain if she needed one. Eventually the demonic had settled that something was better than nothing, and decided to give it a chance. Quietly she stepped upon the platform and knelt down for prayer, her mind drifting to other places. She had to really try to keep it on point, but still her thoughts would waver. Guardians, I'm here to...I'm hungry, I wish I could eat...I mean, I'm here to humbly ask... So on and so forth her inner battle. By the time she was permitted to open her eyes, her thoughts were on how much a coconut would slow the speed of a bird. How she got to that point was a rather complicated series of thoughts. Liliana, the planeswalker guardian, was the chooser. Planeswalker...I wonder what I'll be able to do... Slowly she stood, dusting off her knees. To move from one side of the isle to the other would be rather exciting. On the other hand, it's not really an offensive power. What if I get attacked? She was off again, so deep in her thoughts that she almost missed her 3 items to get. Jumping at the voice interrupting her, she bowed awkwardly and stepped off the platform.
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A clock, a blue feather and a bag of glitter. Strange items to her. As she walked down the pathway from the alters, she shook her head. What if the feather blew off the course from the wind? She may never complete her quest then. Shaking her head, she willed herself to focus. For once in your life Pix, think clearly! This is important! Nodding to herself, her pink eyes surveyed the area carefully for anything that looked like her items. Nestled in the bush just a few meters to the right, she spotted a beautiful patch of daisies. Her feet started carrying her away towards it before she forced herself back on track. This was going to be a long day.
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Somehow by the grace of the Guardians, Pix managed to find all of her items. Sadly, she became so distracted it was almost dusk! Running as fast as she could with items in arms, she mentally willed the sun to stop sinking in the sky. How could she have gotten so off course? First it was the daisies, then the birds, then there was a rather interesting looking rock... The frustrated pae couldn't believe herself. Still running, she crashed through the brush to the alters and quickly made her way back to the platform. Just. In. Time. She sat down the items, throat burning from the intensity of her run. For a moment, nothing happened. Every minute that ticked by seemed like an eternity as for once Pix stared fixedly at something; Liliana. Every minute her heart sank a little lower, fearing that she was too late. But just as the sun disappeared completely by the horizon, a little fairy popped out to replace it. "Oh thank the Guardians." She sighed, shaking her head. I wonder what mellons eat?
Thaddeus
Twitchapher the 3rd
Pae'il Name: Thaddeus Power Category: 3. Wild Soul Chosen Power Name: Red-Wing Blackbird Power Description: Thaddeus has bonded with a red-wing blackbird allowing himself to morph into one. Weakness: Besides the transformation being painful, Thaddeus needs to concentrate really hard or he will begin to think like a bird as well, started easily, bugs become tasty, and he'll become overly aggressive with anyone going near his family during spring and summer seasons. Controlling these will become easier with MUCH practice but these bird instincts will always be there. Link to most recent completed RP:V-Day Event
Aquos
Twitchapher the 3rd
Pae'il Name: Aquos Power Category: 1.Paragon Chosen Power Name: Guardian Angel Power Description: Aquos can harden up the feathers on his wings to use as a shield or pull out his own feathers to use as weapons. Weakness: He can't fly while his wings are hardened, they are super heavy. It will take several hours to soften again, during with he can't fly. If he pulls out the wrong feather(like a primary) He won't be able to fly until it grows back...And pulling out a feathers hurt. Link to most recent completed RP:[V-day CYOA Maze]
Aster
Teigra
Pae'il Name: Aster Power Category: 2. Mastermind Chosen Power Name: Chlorokenetic Constructs Power Description: Aster can build simple tools, weapons, and semi-living constructs out of flowers, reeds, sticks, etc. Weakness: All devices will of course be weak to fire. The combined objects will be no tougher than the sum of its components. Any of the animated constructs have no intelligence of their own; they're like wind up toys in that you set them on a path and let them go. Link to most recent completed RP:
For most of his adult life, Aster hadn't felt that he was missing out on much by not having a unique power. Yeah, the skills his family had were neat and all, but he never felt like he needed magic to get by. He still didn't. But, there were rumors and signs that trouble might be stirring on the Isle. Even if he wasn't entirely sure what he might gain exactly by going through with the ceremony, the logical part of his mind said that perhaps a new asset might be welcome, if only to protect himself and his family if the situation arose. Besides...what did he have to lose?
The shetani knelt at the altar, bowing his head and trying to recall the prayers that his grandmother had taught him, prayers to the Guardians for strength, guidance, and wisdom. What am I doing? His own voice echoed in his head, drowning out the grumbles of complaint from his empty stomach. If this is what I'm meant to do...some sign...anything...
The first rays of light began to creep over the horizon, their warmth touching the top of Aster's head first, then slowly flowing downward, bathing him in the light and warmth of the sun. Following an unexplained urge, he opened one eye, then the next, his stare fixated on the glowing altar that belonged to Tabari, the Mastermind Guardian. For a moment, hope swelled within his chest; this was what he was supposed to be doing. Confirmation. He rose, stepping forwards to receive his instructions before proceeding, following the path that led deeper into the forest.
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The shetani returned shortly before dusk, kneeling once more at the altar, this time spreading his offerings before him. For the heart, a coiled length of rope, carefully woven during the day from a collection of tender, young vines. Strength, woven with care, able to offer help to those in need, and yet, easily cut if one sets out with dark purpose. For the mind, he set down a small, hollowed-out bit of tree trunk he'd used to transport some soil and a tiny bit of green peeking up from the dirt. A new sprout, still so young, but with so much potential for growth. And finally, for the soul, a delicate quartz crystal; pure and precious, a treasure to be protected and not taken for granted. He knelt with his offerings and simply waited, head down, mind whirling through the events of the day thus far. Had he done this right? What if he'd made a mistake? What if the Guardians didn't accept his offering? He had to remind himself, that he wasn't going to lose anything for making the effort today; he stood only to gain. Yet, still...anything less than success felt like failure.
He needn't have worried though. As the sun began to sink towards the horizon, a little ball of light zipped from one of the trees nearby to hover near his shoulder. It paused, zipped to the other shoulder for a moment, then stopped just in front of his nose. He blinked at it, nearly going cross-eyed before he leaned back and managed a weary smile. "Well, hello there." He offered a hand for the Mellon to perch upon as warmth washed over his form like a soothing blanket. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation, then back to the Mellon. "Okay, now how about we get something to eat?"
Naomi
Shicala
Pae'il Name: Naomi Power Category: 4 (Redeemer) Chosen Power Name: Pediatric Aid (open to better name suggestions) Power Description: Naomi will be able to understand infants, as well as be able to aid in helping them to heal ailments. She can also help toddlers and children. Weakness: Once the pae becomes a toddler she can no longer hear/understand them.She can only understand the babble of babies (she cannot understand it from toddlers+). Once they become a teen she can no longer aid in their healing. Link to most recent completed RP:solo rp
Additional Notes: She can only understand the infant if the person playing the character makes it clear in their posts what they are thinking/needing, this is so as to avoid any godmodding. If a player doesnt want their infant understood by Naomi they can tell me in OOC
Kobalt
Strawberri Stardust
Pae'il Name: Kobalt Power Category: 5. Stromspike Chosen Power Name: Healing Water Power Description: Kobalt can heal small wounds with existing water. Weakness: He must be either carrying water with him or near a body of water to be able to use this. He cannot take water from other things such as plant life to use this power. Link to most recent completed RP:
Kobalt was confident as he stepped up to the altar and knelt on the smooth stone. It was cool against his knees but warmed quickly to his body heat. He had plenty of time for it to do so; he'd arrived hours before sunrise, eager to take part and be useful to the Guardians. When he felt the heat of the sun break over the horizon, he looked up to see Dylana's color glowing at him.
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Three items she'd sent him for. It had taken him almost all day to gather them: a root known for its healing properties to represent his heart, a small shield for his mind, and a bowl of water for his soul. He hurried back to the Ten Altars, racing the coming night. He was breathless as he laid the items at Dylana's altar. What now? he wondered. He didn't have to wonder long as dusk set a moment later and a fairy landed on the ground in front of him. "Something tells me you have a lot to teach me," he grinned.
Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 2:00 pm
Pae'il Name: Malloren Power Category: (include the number and categorysmile Stormspike Chosen Power Name: Fire Swipe Power Description: Lines of Fire fly from her 'claws' when she swipes. Weakness: (include limitations, "kryptonite" if applicable, and energy requirements) The only control she has in the direction is in the initial swipe where it goes the direction she claws at. She cannot make it turn if the opponent jumps out of the way, however she can make it disappear on whim after leaving her fingertips. How far she can make the lines go and the length will change as she progresses. Link to most recent completed RP:
Pae'il Name: Skye Power Category: 4.Redeemer Chosen Power Name: One Moment, Please~ Power Description: Skye can make healing potions for aches, pains, and some minor illnesses. His ability to create higher grade or more effective potions increases as he practices and learns more. Weakness: He doesn't innately know the exact recipe for his potions. He has to look at something similar to what he's trying to create, i.e. a recipe in a library book, to get a basic idea of what ingredients have what effect. Once he makes it for the first time, he can generally change the recipe a bit to suit his needs. Link to most recent completed RP: Skye’s stomach protested angrily as he made his way up to the Ten Alters. However, after his cleansing bath and meditation the night before, he was well rested. The predawn was chilly and dim, and more than once, Skye found himself tripping over a loose stone or an exposed root. As he reached the crest of the hill, he glanced around. He hadn’t really been up there before, so this was a new experience for him. As he knelt on the prayer stone, Skye was glad the Knights were there. Sure, it was nerve-wracking as it was, but Skye had a feeling that if he had been alone, he would have been too terrified to even go through with the ceremony. Taking a deep breath, Skye closed his eyes and bowed his head in silent prayer.
It wasn’t long before he felt the dawning sunlight beginning to warm the top of his head. Should he open his eyes? No, not yet… The sun continued to rise, gradually heating more and more of Skye’s hair. About the time it was level with his eyes, Skye decided it was time to open his eyes. He was momentarily blinded, but refrained from closing his eyes again. As his eyes adjusted, he saw Medea’s altar shining orange in the early morning sunlight. With a contented smile, Skye rose.
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Skye began down the path that led away from Medea’s altar. A glass flask for the mind, a mortar and pestle for the soul, and a stoppered container of peppermint oil for the heart? The three items seemed so random, and yet they fit together so well. And along this worn trail, those three items should be easy to find. Looking around, he spotted a glinting object in the distance. Hurrying over, he saw a round and squat bottle made of glass. This must be the glass flask! he thought as he picked the item up. See? Easy.
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The sun was almost fully set by the time Skye made it back to the Ten Altars. Hot, tired, and hungry, he crouched and gently set the three items before Medea’s altar. He had been very wrong about how easy his quest would be. The flask had been easy, barely off the side of the path, but the other two had taken him the majority of the day to track down. In fact, because of its diminutive size, the bottle of peppermint oil had been the hardest to find. All he really wanted to do right then was to go home, eat, and sleep. But he had an obligation to fill, and didn’t move from his spot. The sun set, taking its last rays and leaving nothing but a deepening dusk behind.
For a moment, Skye began to fear he had failed. What would happen to him if he did? And then, out of the corner of his eye, there was a little flash of orange light. Turning quickly, he saw that it was his fairy. Err... Correction was needed there, he supposed. His Mellon. It flew closer to him, hovering in front of his face. The two studied each other for a moment before the grumbling of Skye’s stomach interrupted the moment. The Mellon – no, his Mellon – let out a little squeak of laughter and Skye could not help but smile.
“I’m sure you have tons to teach me, and I am looking forward to it, I promise,” Skye said with a grin, “but can we possibly get some food and sleep before the lessons begin?” With another peal of laughter, his Mellon nodded. Skye smiled again. It looked like they were going to get along just fine.
Menelie rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-8)
Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 9:15 pm
Pae'il Name: Viola Power Category: 6 - shapeshifter Chosen Power Name: Violence to Violets Power Description: Viola can turn small-scale weapons into violets by touching them. Weakness: The enchantment is temporary, of course, but as violets are crushable, it's possible the weapon won't be in the same condition when it reverts. Her power only works on weapons, and only small ones such as swords, daggers, or staves. Doesn't work on insubstantial weapons such as the Knights' light lances. Doesn't work on defensive objects such as shields or armor. She can't turn something back once she's shifted it, she has to wait for it to revert. Link to most recent completed RP: The meditation wouldn't have been so hard for Viola if her stomach hadn't been rumbling the whole time. She knows it's for cleansing, but she wonders if the Guardians wouldn't have minded if she'd had a snack before coming to the Ten Altars. Long hair still wet from her hot bath at the Healing House, she'd come to the clearing while it was still bathed in pre-dawn shadows. It heartens her to see the Holy Knights standing around. She feels supported and part of a community. She listens to their instructions, though she's been dreaming of this day since she was very small. Then, just before the sun breaks, she kneels on the flat prayer stone. She closes her eyes and bows at the waist, her nose close enough to inhale the dewy smell of the soil.
Then, she feels the tendrils of warmth on the crown of her head, and she looks up. Directly ahead of her is the altar of Eryx, bathed in a soft violet light and the first rays of morning. Viola grins. Eryx had given her his blessing, and would watch over her and guide her. She stands up and nods respectfully to the Holy Knights before starting down the path head of her. She bows slightly at Eryx's altar as she passes it, then starts toward the cliffs overlooking the sea.
Viola wonders, as she walks, what Eryx would lead her to pick up. She's been to the cliffs before; they're sparse in the way of...well, much of anything, really. She wonders if she's to climb down to the shores. That would be quite a task indeed. A tiny speckle of color catches her eye as she walks. Ooh, a violet! She strays from the path for only a moment to pluck it and to tuck it into her hair. Surely Eryx wouldn't mind a momentary distraction for her favorite flower. She continues along the path, humming to herself. She knows that she'd be guided toward three special objects, one each for mind, heart, and spirit. She quivers with anticipation; this was so exciting! She'd waited weeks for her day to come!
The walk to the cliffs was longer than she'd figured it'd be. Her stomach grumbles. Yesterday's fast was catching up to her. Viola bites her lip and tries to ignore it. As soon as this was done she could celebrate with a grand meal! A soft thunk to the side of the path catches her attention. She stops and looks around. She hears another one, but that time she'd seen something in her peripheral vision. Something had fallen from that tree! She walks over to investigate. Surrounding the base of the tree are chestnuts. That must have been what had dropped! Fascinated, she picks one up. It shines with a soft glow, and the brown skin of it looks almost purple in this light. She tosses it in the air and catches it as she continues her walk.
Soon she comes to the cliffs overlooking the sea. They're taller than she'd remembered, but the view is so incredible she's compelled to stand there and just soak it in for a moment. She sits on a tree stump to wait for Eryx to call her to her three objects. She looks at the chestnut she's still holding, and a grin suddenly spreads across her face. Two objects now. Her eyes keep being drawn to the sea sprawling before her. It rather reminded her of the power of the Guardians. Limitless, stretching over the vastness of space. Sometimes she feels like the sea as well, like she's unable to contain herself, her thoughts, her feelings. That was one of the Guardians' miracles, that Pae'il have such complex minds. Perhaps that's why there were 12 of them. She chuckles to herself and itches her leg. The forest floor had given way to tall grass. The tough kind that only grows in the harsh coastal climate. It withstood the wind and the salt of the sea. She pulls out 12 strands and makes a braid of them, one for each Guardian, just like she'd been taught to as a girl. She ponders the limitlessness of the mind, the sea, and the power and love of the Guardians as she braids, and when she finishes tying it around her wrist, she feels...as if her quest were completed.
But how could that be? She'd only found one thing! She gnaws on her bottom lip worriedly, but finds herself standing and walking back down the path, drawn back toward the ten altars. Perhaps she'd find her other items on the trip back? She looks around her for the whole walk back, but even as she can see the altars again, with the Knights standing around, she hasn't been called to pick up anything else. Feeling very stupid, she kneels in front of Eryx's altar again. Now was when she was supposed to put her three objects on the altar to offer them back to Eryx. Well...here went nothing.
She puts the chestnut on the altar, feeling her stomach rumble again. Suddenly it makes sense. This must represent heart! A reminder that she is of flesh and blood. Ooh, how clever the Guardians were! She closes her eyes in prayer for a moment, trying to buy herself some time while she tried to figure out what her other items were. Mind and spirit. Mind and spirit. Mind. The limitlessness of the ocean. Grinning, she pulls her grass bracelet off and puts it on the altar. That just left spirit.
What was her spirit? She closes her eyes in prayer again. Whimsical, she thinks. Peaceful and prayerful. Impulsive but gentle. Surely Eryx wouldn't mind a momentary distraction.
Wait, what?
Suddenly it makes sense. The violet, the flower she'd picked for adornment without a thought, her own namesake. Eryx had led her to it all along! She pulls it gently from her hair and sets it on the altar. Sneaky Guardians...
She stands up and bows respectfully to the Knights. It's only midday. She'd spend the rest of the afternoon in prayer, and at sundown she'd receive her blessing from Eryx and the Guardians! Eagerly she takes flight and flies home to Telrunya City, where she goes straight to the main temple of the Guardians to wait and pray.
Pae'il Name: Kratos Power Category: 4. Redeemer Chosen Power Name: Siphon Touch Power Description: Kratos can draw the 'life energy' out of a plant or flower to heal an injured Pae. He can only heal simple illnesses such as a headache, small body aches or stomach ache. He can also quicken the regeneration of a wound. Very small wounds would heal instantly, medium wounds would take anywhere from five to ten minutes to completely close up. Larger wounds would only stop the bleeding for a short time, only giving the Pae enough time to get to a more skilled healer. Weakness: He can't go sucking the life out of tree's. Largest he can draw from is a small bush. Drawing the life energy out kills the plant and it can't be used again. Trying to heal anything larger than his power allows gives him crippling pain. He can 'reverse' the healing he just gave out of the pae and re open their wound or headache, but causes Kratos to be inflicted with a similar injury to himself that he can not heal. Link to most recent completed RP: Guardian Appreciation ORP
Seruta rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-8)
Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 7:10 pm
Pae'il Name: Cherry Blossoms Power Category: 3. Wild Soul Chosen Power Name: Power Description: Weakness: (include limitations, "kryptonite" if applicable, and energy requirements) Link to most recent completed RP:
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[color=olive]Pae'il Name: Xanthous Power Category: 4. Redeemer Chosen Power Name: Power Description: Weakness: (include limitations, "kryptonite" if applicable, and energy requirements) Link to most recent completed RP:
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Seruta rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-8)
Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 7:13 pm
Pae'il Name: Tassos Power Category: 3. Wild Soul Chosen Power Name: Power Description: Weakness: (include limitations, "kryptonite" if applicable, and energy requirements) Link to most recent completed RP:
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Pae'il Name: Kylieam Power Category: 4. Redeemer Chosen Power Name: Power Description: Weakness: (include limitations, "kryptonite" if applicable, and energy requirements) Link to most recent completed RP:
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Dragon Berri rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-8)
Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 7:34 pm
Pae'il Name: Firuzeh Power Category: 3. Wild Soul Chosen Power Name: Rainbow Boa Power Description: Firuzeh has bonded with the rainbow boa, giving her extra strength in her limbs as well as sharp, snake-like fangs. Weakness: She isn't poisonous, and she can't keep her strength up overly long. Link to most recent completed RP:
Firuzeh strode boldly to the altars and knelt on the stone. She'd never been much for prayer, but she prayed now. She knew she could be useful and wanted to prove it, wanted to prove herself. Dawn slid over the horizon and Firuzeh opened her eyes to find the Wild Soul guardian's altar glowing. Excellent. She grinned as he sent her on her quest and before she knew it she was up and running in search of her items.
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She returned triumphant, with a flower to represent her heart, a colorful rock for her head, and a near pristine molted snake skin for her soul. She was near giddy in her excitement as she lay them on Arlo's altar before sitting back to wait.
Dusk set and Firuzeh contained herself, barely, by rocking back and forth. Soon an avalon fairy came to her and lit on her outstretched hand. "Well, hello there," she grinned. Her grin widened when she saw that the fairy brought a spirit with it. The snake spirit coiled around her arm and in that moment she felt more whole than she'd ever felt before.
Pae'il Name: Izotz Power Category: 6; shapeshifter Chosen Power Name: Cold Touch Power Description: Can turn inanimate objects into ice by touching them. Weakness: Only works at touch range. Does not work on living creatures (plants, animals, other Pae). There needs to be sufficient moisture in the air for it to work. Does work on light/elemental weapons/armor, but this will take practice. Link to most recent completed RP:
Izotz wakes early, as usual, but today his heart is filled with anticipation. His day had finally come. It was his turn to seek the Guardians' blessing at the Ten Altars. He hardly notices the rumbling in his stomach as he prepares for the day. He lights a stick of incense and spends some time in prayer before he heads to the Ten Altars.
He nods coolly to the assembled Knights, who give him his instructions. Kneeling on the prayer stone, Izotz bows his head in prayer. He asks the Guardians to give him strength and clarity as he embarks on this most important of quests. As the sun breaks over the horizon, he feels the warmth of the light on his face, and opens his eyes. Directly in front of him shines the altar of Eryx the Shapeshifter. It glows with a vibrant purple aura as the first rays of morning fall onto it. He breaks into a grin. He'd been chosen. There's always the little niggling thread of apprehension for things like this, the fear that the Guardians would reject him altogether. But not today.
Izotz rises and starts down the path past Eryx's altar, letting his hand brush against it as he passes by it. He knows Eryx will lead him to three items. He flicks his eyes over the path and into the forest beyond. This pathway would take him to the cliffs. He wonders what he'll find between now and then. The items were to represent his heart, his mind, and his soul. How would he ever find those things in this dense, dry forest, ravaged by the salty sea air? A soft thud behind him breaks his chain of thought, and causes him to whirl around, eyes narrowed, wings ready to leap into flight. Who dares disturb him on his quest?! A flicker of confusion crosses his face when he sees...no one. He's about to continue walking when he hears a strained Peep!.
He looks down to the path and sees a smallish bird struggling to take wing again. "Poor wretched creature," says Izotz aloud, taking pity on it. "Must've fallen from your nest." He bends to pick it up, but the bird is having none of it. It shrieks and pecks at him, trying frantically to get away. "Hey, hey!" exclaims Izotz, wincing at his now-bleeding hand. Blasted thing had gotten him right in the meat of his palm! Grimacing, he's about to walk away, but suddenly he's reminded of one of the Commandments. "Give help and show kindness in all things," he says aloud to himself. Groaning, he bends to pick the bird up again, this time cradling it softly. It continues to peck at his thumbs, but he refuses to let it go, looking around for a nest it might have fallen from. Spotting it on a low branch, he carefully sets the bird back into its home. Instantly it settles down and chirps happily. Strangely, he feels as if part of his quest had been completed, though he has no item to show for it. Maybe if he just took one of the feathers? He reaches into the nest to get a feather, and the bird squawks angrily and pecks at his thumb. Izotz yelps and sucks on his injured digit. Right under the nail! "Fine, fine, I'm leaving, alright?" He begins to walk away from the nest. He'd find something else to represent his encounter with the bird.
After what seems like a lifetime of walking, he arrives at the cliffs. What a view! He stands and marvels for a while before something catches his eye. A glinting on a ledge some feet below. He kneels at the edge of the cliffs, wondering what it is. He feels so drawn to it that it's tempting to jump to get at it. Izotz shakes his head. "What madness is this?" Still, though, he is pulled toward it, as if an invisible thread tugs on his heart. He gauges how far down it would be to climb, and if he could find sure footholds to climb back up. It's too windy out here to trust his wings. "This is crazy," he tells himself, even as he begins to climb down to the ledge below. His already-bleeding fingers suffer more torture as he struggles to grip the rocks to keep from falling. He prays to Eryx the Shapeshifter as he descends, that he'd keep him from dying in his quest for a blessing. When he lands on the ledge, he picks up the glinting object that had so fascinated him. It's a bit of obsidian, lava-glass, no bigger than his thumbnail. It's a wonder he'd seen it from all the way up there. But no sooner had he picked it up than he'd gotten the same strange feeling as with the bird. He chuckles to himself. Wonder what this one represents. Now, how to get back up? Certainly he can't hold it while he climbs, even though it's small. Sighing, he tucks the small, sharp rock into his mouth, nestling it between his cheek and his teeth, then begins to ascend. A jagged rock rips a gash through his left palm, and he cries out through gritted teeth. He can't let go, and he can't drop his precious stone. Grimacing, he continues to climb, the blood beginning to drip hot down his forearm. When he reaches the top, he flops gratefully onto the solid ground, panting. "Nobody said it'd be this hard," he grumbles. He spits the obsidian out and tastes the tang of blood in his mouth. "Eugh." He stares at his hands. Between the bird and the rocks, this day would certainly leave permanent scars. So much for having soft hands like Naveed. Everyone loved him. Especially the ladies.
Izotz stands up, hardening his heart to the thought of soft-and-sweet Naveed. Nevermind him. Izotz has more important things to be concerned with. Carrying the strangely-cold obsidian gingerly in his least-damaged hand, he begins back down the path back toward the Ten Altars. Lost in thought, he doesn't notice the bits of broken glass until they had crunched underfoot. Screaming, Izotz picks his foot up immediately and, failing to redistribute his weight, he falls face-first into the dirt path. There's a large part of him that just wants to remain there forever. And he does lie there, despondent, for quite a few minutes. As he realizes the sun is low in the sky, he resolves himself to get back to the forest clearing to finish the ritual. No matter how much blood he'd have to lose. He sits up and pulls his foot into his lap and carefully picks out all the glass. As he looks at all the shards in his hand, it feels as if a burden had lifted from his shoulders. He must have found all three items.
He limps back to the forest clearing and kneels in front of Eryx's altar. He puts the obsidian and the glass shards on the altar, then wonders what the third item was. The only other thing today had given him was cuts everywhere. Huh. Experimentally, he smears his bloody palm on the altar, and feels that this was the right thing to do. How could these represent his heart, mind, and soul? He stares at the obsidian. Cold. Hard. He remembers how he'd hardened his heart on purpose, and can feel his spirit sinking. The Guardians are sending him a message. Cold and hard as his heart was, it led to a broken mind and soul, like the glass shards and his abused flesh. He had a lot to think about as he limped back to his house in the city.
Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 9:06 pm
Guardian_Iris
Twitchapher the 3rd
Pae'il Name: Blizz Power Category: 5. Stormspike Chosen Power Name: Blizzard Power Description: Blizz can create blizzards/snowstorms when concentrating Weakness: Blizz will be stuck in the middle of it and can suffer all the effects from the cold. He also can't control how strong the storm is so it could be only a few flurries to a full blown whiteout. Link to most recent completed RP:
Blizz was... Curious none the less. He didn't know much of these Guardians or these Knights...So why was he willingly starving himself? Why was he out in the cold morning before dawn? He...Wasn't much of a morning person after all...Though he did like the bath and just...He thoughts. Which was close to what he was doing now...His eyes were closed as he muttered the silent pray to himself. He..Didn't understand it...Maybe he'd learn in time? This was..So He lifted his head as he felt the light of the dawn on his black hair. As the light enveloped him he slowly opened his eyes. He blinked as he saw the glowing pillar, Dylana, the Stormspike Guardian. Was this his calling? He silently got up and simply stared for a moment as the sun raised in the sky. Now came the real test.
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Blizz panted as he returned to the altars as the sun started to set. It had taken a bit of traveling to get what he needed. He moved back to Dylana's Alter and started to set down the items he had collected one by one. A hand crafted bowl filled with water from Mereth Falls. His mind was always of his 'sister'...They weren't of blood but she was always with him. He had cut up one of his scarfs and got a bit of Care's ribbon she always wore, wrapping them up together, just like he hoped they would be. Last was soul and well..The hardest to keep as it was. He placed down a block of ice Auva Nin Mountains. It was hard keeping it from totally melting but he had managed. He was hungry, cold, and tired. Was all this...
Even his own thought were interpreted by a little ball of blue light. He blinked at it....Was he going crazy? He should his head. The little thing was rambling but he was too tired to listen. "Look...Whatever you are can it wait till I get some chow and a nap?" The little ball of light fumed and started to pull at Blizz's hair. He groaned. This was going to be a long night.
The base of this power is fine! However, Blizzards can cross dozens of miles, if not more. Please limit the size of the Blizzard he can summon! I would suggest a very localized "blizzard" is likely what you want to go for, becoming a very large inconvenience for those in the immediate vicinity.
Put on the size of the blizzard to his weaknesses. |3
Pae'il Name: Edana Power Category: 3: Wild Soul Chosen Power Name: (Onetwothree Death!) Peacock Mantis Shrimp Power Description: Edana has extremely fast, powerful punches that can cause shockwaves if performed in water and skin that resists slashing damage. Weakness: She is particularly vulnerable to bludgeoning and piercing damage. Link to most recent completed RP:
She couldn't be late, the whole order of Light was going to be there and she couldn't be late. The demon was only kind of listening as they gave her their blessings, her mind was racing, her heart beating out of her chest as she knelt on the prayer stone. Her eyes slid shut. She would know when to open them. At least that's what she'd been told. It seemed like every moment was the correct moment. But that might just be the nervous excitement urging her on.
But then, it was true. She did know.
7 o'clock. Arlo's altar. The wild soul had chosen her. It was odd to think of. She hadn't expected to be chosen for that of all things. A healer maybe, but not a wild soul. Maybe Arlo saw something in her that she didn't.
Three items. An old diary for her mind, a pen for her soul, and a clear gem for her heart. Easy enough to find. Hopefully.
The weight of the bag on Edana's hip was far heavier than she had thought it would be. She had expected unbridled excitement, knowing that she was finally going to be granted her power. Instead all she felt was the cold dread of her possible failure. She tried to chase these thoughts from her mind as she placed her offerings on the altar. It was almost dusk.
She wasn't sure if she had fallen asleep when a small figure caught her eye. A small figure flailing and screeching as a... bizarre rainbow lobster creature held it in its claws. "Help meeee!"
Edana flapped hurriedly over to the pair, prying the distressed fairy out of the other thing's grip. "Hey! I was going to eat that!"
The mellon flapped behind the young demon's head, peering around at the odd creature that had wanted so badly to eat it. Edana thought she saw its tongue flick out of its head for a moment.
"Well, I was hoping to have lunch before you got here, I can eat later." Edana thought for a moment she detected an expression of distinctly lobster like displeasure on the thing's face.
The mellon floated out from behind her head, clearing its throat, "Edana, that is your wild soul. I had hoped to have it ready for you by the time you woke up but it proved... uncooperative."
"You're the one who wouldn't stay still and I'm the one who's uncooperative?"
The mellon huffed. "Anyway. This is yours. As am I."
Edana's brows raised, her gaze shifting between the bright yellow fairy and the odd creature which seemed to be clacking around looking for bugs. Well then.
