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RULES:
1. McMuffinDragon is infallible!
2. Intros are three or more paragraphs, beyond that anything over four sentences is acceptable
3. You have ONE (1) real world character that goes into the dream, but may have TWO (2) Dream charries, if you ask nicely I’ll let you have more
4. No Powerplaying; No Godmoding
5. Send character profiles/sheets to me with the subject 'Dream'
6. Even Boy/Girl Ratio. CAN’T STRESS THIS ENOUGH even as possible
7. Violence and Romance is strongly supported, but PG-13 at most. Use OCC// or (()) [[]] or whatever you use
9: Please Ask to Join in your message with a profile
10. A Big Fat Hen
11. I may add things, so check back every couple days
12. *~* that signifies the switch from real world into dream
13. EVEN REAL WORLD AND DREAM CHARRIE RATIO Real world charries aren't required, you could just play dream charries.

Okay, I think that's it. Feel free to ask me questions if there's any confusion.

Characters:
((Mine are not here, as I used no sheet))


Real World Charrie:
Username:AquaPheonixia
Name:Kat Hamalorn
Age:17
Gender:Female
Nationality:Half irish, lives in england.
Looks:She has shoulder-length brown hair, a pair of blue-green-grey eyes, freckles and glasses.
Personality:Very shy with new people. she's a bit of a loner, and most people tend to wither ignore her, or tease her because of her name. she has an alternatively endless and very short fuse, depending on how many people have mocked her this morning. underneath her loner outside, she is very clever, and the few people who have ever gotten close to her tend to be surprised by her wit and sense of humor.
Other:most people tend to view her as a geek or a a goth, because of her always wearing dark colours and her glasses.
**Added only when in dream world**
Powers:She can talk to plants and animals, and can control plants.
Weapons:Twin katana, which she uses while wardancing. also skilled with a bow and arrow.
Race biggrin ryad but with an elven father.
Looks:Green hair, brown eyes, slender figure, wears brown and dark green. carries her katana strapped to her back, along with her quiver, and carries her bow over one shoulder.
extra:Wardancing is a pretty much like an elaborate dance, with swords. it's the favourite style of elven combat. even the most agile of normal elves can be beaten by a skilled wardancer, and they are feared even into the human realms.


Real World Charrie: Parents, boyfriend: Aaron Gutierrez, age 17, various friends that I don't want to name right now.
Username: Elesariin
Name: Aria Thiesen
Age:16
Gender: Female
Nationality: American. Lives in Berkley, California.
Looks:
Personality: Very charismatic, confidant, and used to being in control; she's never been in a situation she couldn't work to her advantage. On some level, though, she feels like a fraud. She's something of a closet geek, and keeps a stash of fantasy and science fiction books under her bed.
Other:
**Added only when in dream world**
Powers: She can fly(if she ever figures out how to use her angelic wings), move at impossible speeds when rested enough, and shoot light beams from her hands.
Weapons: Nothing (at the moment)
Race: Who knows? She doesn't, I can tell you that much.


Real World Charrie:
Username: Atra Aduro
Name: Siri Viso
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Looks: Siri is five five, and of an average build. She has dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. Her hair hangs about three inches below her shoulder, and is wavy. She almost always grows her nails long, and can usually be found wearing jeans, skating shoes, and a dark shirt.
Personality: Siri is a bit of a loner. she'll never be the one to instigate a friendship, but will talk to someone who starts a conversation. It takes a lot to gain her trust, but when you do, she'll be loyal to you for life. Generally quiet and withdrawn, Siri only acts her age when she is with friends, when she jokes and kids around like any average high schooler. Her way of thinking is different than most people's, as she spends much of her time thinking by herself. She can see things other people woul dignore, and connect the pieces to make a larger puzzle. This lets her assess other people's personalities quite easily, and she can therefore decide whether or not they would be a good friend. Many people are surprised that, when they get to know her, Siri isn't as cold as she initaly seems, and can be very funny and clever.
Other: Siri loves art, and can draw very well. She is best at still life, and has a photographic memory that helps her draw things she has seen only once or twice.
**Added only when in dream world**
Powers: Can make ink drawings come to life, as solid creatures or objects. It doesn't matter if she was the one who created them or not, she can bring them to life. The ink rises from whatever substance it was drawn upon, and slowly forms into a real thing. If the size isn't depicted in a picture (Ex; Just a mouse as opposed to a mouse next to a human, normal sized), she can make it as large or as small as she wants. During the time when the ink forms into a real object, it is easily destroyed by water. After it forms into a real thing, however, it must be destroyed in a way that would destroy the real object.
Weapons: A sword that she drew, strapped across her back. The hilt also contains a dagger dipped in poision, which can be released by pushing a small button and twisting simultaneously. Siri can draw a new weapon anytime she likes in the dream world, by she prefers to carry only this one.
Looks: In the dream world, Siri had short wavy black hair that reaches her shoulders. The tips of her hair are an icy blue. The rest of her body stays the same. She usually wears dark, tight pants with many straps. She has a belt with a small pouch for a notebook, and several ink pens and quills are attached to the belt. She wears a blue and white corset top, which she usually covers with a black hooded sweatshirt. Her nails are long, and painted the same ice blue as the tips of her hair. Aside from the clothes and hair, Siri looks exactly the same as she does in the real world.

Dream Charrie:
Username: shadowtrust
Name: Doragon
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Species: 1/2 elf, 1/4 human 1/4 fairy
Looks:
Powers: Complete manipulation of the air which uses a magic forece that when depleted starts to suck from his life force, and the ability to suck away his own life force, giving it to something or someone else and regeneration of life force which happens extremely slowly over time. After complete death he can not continue regeneration.
Weapons: A giant shuriken, a katana, and two dirks.
Personality: Will be revealed along the RP
Other: Once a month he is forced into a demon form where he goes crazy and can not tell his worst enemy from his best friend and during that half hour period in a different form he believes his point in life is to kill and destroy everything. He wears a necklace that contains the demon within him and turns red during the time he would be demon but it can only withstand a certain ammount of transformeations before it breaks and it will reach that limit very soon.
Demon appearance:

Real World Charrie:
Username: Dragon_Mage06
Name: Aidan King
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Looks: Aidan is tall (5’10, 5’11ish) and lanky. His hair is originally blonde, but he dyes it black, spikes it, and dyes the tips all the colors of the rainbow. His eyes are deep green naturally. He has a nose ring in his left nostril and two piercings in his right ear.
Personality: Aidan is very laid back and takes everything in stride, but is actually more observant than he seems. He’s very kind and personable and looks for the best in everyone.
**Added only when in dream world**
Powers: Can draw water out of the air and channel it.
Weapons: A wooden staff. If you twist the top half in the right way, the wood drops down and there’s a blade underneath, turning the weapon into a spear.
Looks: His hair and eyes turn royal blue in the dream and his piercings vanish.

Real World Charrie:
Username:Scribblet
Name:Anderson Matthews
Age:15
Gender:Male
Looks:Only an average size about 5 foot 7, but a good sturdy build. He has dark brown, badly tamed hair, and big brown eyes. He has a very pale face (and arms and legs too for that matter.)
Other:Someone full of allergies, hayfever, mild atshma, bed mites- you name it he is probably allergic to it. Even animals- which is quite ironic given his power when he dreams..
**Added only when in dream world**
Powers:The ability to change into animals, although nothing particularly large or grand. The largest height being the size of a large dog or wolf. He is very vulnerable during the time in which he changes, and pain can sometimes be caused enough to wake him up.
Weapons: A short dagger.
Looks: A similar height and structure to when he is awake, but everything about him is bland, his skin the same colour as his hair, all very mousy. His eyes are th only exception being a very sharp bright green.

Real World Charrie:
Username: ~.Kaarii.~
Name: Kiera
Age: 17
Gender: female
Personality: A typical school girl on her last year of high school. She has only begun having these weird dreams and she seems to have become addicted to the dreams.
Other:
**Added only when in dream world**
Powers: Invisibility, alchemy/magic (earth and fire), telepathy (is that too many?)
Weapons: Double-edged sword
Looks: Kiera

Real World Charrie:
Username: Wolven_Darkness
Name: Blare
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Looks: .:~Blare~:.
**Added only when in dream world**
Powers: Control over the element of Earth
Weapons: Sword in picture
Looks: .:~Blare In Dream~:.

Dream Charrie:
Username: Wolven_Darkness
Name: Thayli
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Species: Moon Elf
Looks:.:~Thayli~:.
Powers: Can control the element of Air
Weapons: Scythe type weapon in picture

Francis Murphy stared at himself in the mirror. He was a normal looking seventeen year old. Short dark brown hair that fell casually to his ears, plain light brown eyes, pale skin with a natural reddened tone to his cheeks. Tall, lanky, and rather awkward looking, Francis, or Frankie as he sometimes liked to be called, wore a pair of loose green flannel dorm pants and no shirt.

It was late; he needed to get to sleep. Shouting goodnight to his parents and elder sister, Francis closed his bedroom door and flopped onto his bed.

*~*

He sat up with a start and looked around. Francis was in the woods. He ran a hand through his hair and felt something run down his arm. It was a black cloak. He looked down at himself, now wearing a tan tunic that hung loosely around his shoulders, dark brown pants, and large boots. His skin was also a darker tone.

Looking around, Francis didn’t know something was looking back.

Willow and Rowan crouched high in a tree, looking down at the boy. Rowan had long black hair and hazel eyes filled with curiosity. Large pointed ears peeked out from under his hair, the only evidence that he wasn’t human. He was dressed in a deep green tunic and a pair of lighter green pants that had been ripped off at his knees. His bare feet were filthy. He looked to be about eighteen, but was much, much older.

Willow looked much the same as him, but was a brunette and wore a black peasant skirt rather than pants. Her face was rounder and her eyes were bright green. She looked at Rowan, who smiled and raised his eyebrows.

She smiled back and soon disappeared. A sudden gust of wind blew through the clearing the boy sat it. He put his hands over his head in a pathetic attempt to shield himself. There was laughter and giggling in the wind as it whipped up the boy’s cloak and wrapped it tightly around him.

“Foolish mortal boy.” Francis heard a voice. It was a boy not much older than he.

A girl appeared beside him and the wind halted. Francis struggled to get out of his cloak, but the girl grabbed his wrist and yanked him up to stand, “What are you doing in the Faye Queen’s forest, boy?” She asked with a cruel smile.

"W-who's forest?" Francis asked looking at the two of them.

"The Faye Queen, you mortal dolt." Willow spat at him as she threw him down. "We serve her and must therefore keep her sanctity in the woods free from the likes of you."

"You listen here," Francis growled, "I did not come here to hurt anyone. I don't even know where I am."

"You're in, what the humans call, the Titayna Forest." Rowan explained, "It stretches for miles and no one has ever seen it all. Not even we faeries."

"Faeries?" Francis asked with a bit of laughter, "Faeries aren't real. You've got a few screws loose."

"Oh really?" Willow growled, "Then I suppose we could just claim that humans don't exist either because neither of us has seen one until now." Her hands were balled up into tight fists that shimmered and glowed.

"Just let it go." Rowan muttered to her, putting a hand on her shoulder, "He's not worth it." In a quick gust of wind, the two of them vanished.

Francis was completely lost is what was happening. He didn't know what was doing on.

This was the strangest dream he'd even had.

*~*

Feeling as though he'd fallen from a bridge, Mr. Murphy sat up with a start at the buzzing of his alarm.

He clambered to the bathroom and stared in the mirror for a good ten minutes. The same as when he had gone to bed. No tan, no cloak.

Running a shaky hand through his hair, Francis sighed at started to get ready for school.

*~*

"Can you believe the nerve of that kid?" Willow growled as she stomped on or burned every living thing that didn't run from her.

Rowan watched on in horror at her blatant cruelty. True, she was an elemental faery and didn't feel the pain she was causing the forest, but that was no excuse in Rowan's mind as he gently picked up saplings that had been snapped in half and put them back right with a motherly touch.

"So he didn't know..." Rowan said softly. If he didn't calm Willow down, she'd start a real fire.

"Ignorance is no excuse!" She snapped back in his face with a snarl. Willow reached up and snapped of a branch from a tree of his namesake. Rowan felt a sharp stab of pain in his right arm as she did so. He hissed an put a hand over it although no blood was drawn.

*~*

Francis slumped over his desk, pretending to listen. He didn't even know what they were learning in algebra. People began talking amongst themselves, signaling that the learning part of class was over.

He got up from his seat and skipped over two rows to Naomi's desk where his friend sat reading a book that had a pentagram on the spine.

Naomi Hale looked like a witch, she was very pale, but in an unnatural way. Her long black hair banked her face and ran down her back in long smooth, strait curtains. Her dreamy bright hazel eyes were always dazed and half closed. Naomi didn't look at people when she spoke to them. She looked off into the distance as though someone across the room held cue cards for her. She always wore black and closely related colors and spoke in a low voice.

"Naomi," Francis whispered as he knelt by her desk. "I have a question for you."

A hazel iris shot at him from the corner of her eye, Francis knew this was the only time the conversation that she would look at him. Closing her book, Naomi looked up and straight ahead, she was listening.

"What do you know about dreams?" He asked in a low tone, not wanting anyone else to hear.

"Dreams." Naomi stated back as though in a trance, "A gateways to different parts of the human subconscious and imagination. They often stem from a problem the mind encounters and feels it must solve as soon as possible. While the ego and superego rest," She was using terms of Freudian theories, "The id uses pieces of that problem and creates a small world or situation involving them. The resulting product may have little or nothing similar with the reality we've come to recognize and most people brush dreams aside as nonsense."

Naomi glanced at him again from the corner of her eye, "Why do you ask?" Her pitch went up significantly.

"Oh, no reason." Francis muttered as he picked up his bag as the bell rang. It was time to go.

*~*

"Skugnl!" Willow shouted an ancient faery curse as she burst into another clearing. "I could have sworn I heard something around here.

Rowan slipped into the space after her.

*~*

"But I-I-I-I-I-I-I I love it when you read to me." Francis listened quietly to the soft violin being played by Reggie as she softly sang. He didn't know her very well, but she was pretty good at violin.

He slowly turned around to look at her. She sat on the window sill of the cafeteria. Her dirty blonde hair was tied loosely back and dark blue eyes focused on her long fingers on the instrument in her hands.

She wore a blue peasant skirt and a black sweater, a real artsy girl.

"And you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou you can read me anything..." Those were the last words Francis remembered hearing.

*~*

"Not you again!" He sat up at the sound of a harsh girl's voice. Francis was dreaming again, he decided as he stared into the face of the angry girl he'd run into last time.

Without a word, Francis scrambled up, and while tripping over his cloak several times, ran into the woods.

"Hey!" He heard the girl shout, "Get back here!"

"Willow," Rowan panted as he ran after her while she was on the chase, "Why are you wasting your time and energy on this kid?"

"Because," She snapped back as she leaped over a large log, "He may be one of Them."

Francis's foot landed in a small hole and he fell forward onto his face in a clearing. Panting, he lay there in the dust, not daring to move.

((Very long, I know, yours don't need to be even half this long.))

He was quiet in class, quiet at lunch, and quiet at home. His mother finally had the nerve to ask what was wrong with him but he gave no reply. She brought up his brother's death, and he replied with nothing more than a glare and he walked to his room with both hands in his sweatshirt pockets. He grabbed the custom pickup Schecter that was on a small stand in the corner of his room; he took the plug to his half stack and connected them together.
He shredded, playing damn near to thirty-second notes. After the extreme abuse to his right fingertips, which were now bleeding, he put his ear phones in and hit play on a tiny mp3 player. The "crisp and smooth" guitar playing by Synyster Gates and Zacky Vengeance of Avenged Sevenfold soothed him in the deep nothingness he felt inside. After the third song of the album he fell asleep.

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He was laying on a desert plain, he quickly stood up, unaware of what was going on,
"This is strange... Its different than the normal dreams... I could feel the sand and everything." He spoke to himself staring at his hands, they were smooth and slender, "What the-" There was a deep rumble coming from the ground as it tremored slightly. Ironic he thought, a monster lept from the ground, somewhat of a frog mixed with a big cat. Instinctively he'd reach for something he wasn't sure was there. As soon as his hand hit the hilt of a sword he was sure he would be safe, but then there was nothing but darkness.

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He woke with a start, there was a strange pain in his right shoulder, he massaged it as his mother called,
"Ty!! Time for breakfast!!" He muttered something under his breath so inaudible even he barely knew what he said. With a horrible sense of time he couldn't tell Friday from Monday, even though he went to school every day, "Hurry its getting cold!!" He grumbled as he walked into the kitchen and sat down. He was in thought, he wasn't sure, but from how the hands looked... Was he a girl in his dream?

(( This isn't a complete intro, naturally... I'll get into character detail later. ))

Another day of school were to pass, as always he wore a hooded sweatshirt with a black shirt underneath, extremely dark losse pants, and black sneakers. The shade made by the hood over his head obscured view of his face, his hair stuck out from beneath the hood a vast majority of the time. First class, History, he hated having the most boring class of the day first, reading was like a sleeping pill for him, and that was the day's assignment in class.

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He was in a forest now,
"Not another dream." With the slightest movement his shoulder was shot through with pain, "JEEZ!!"
"You shouldn't move human, that Crawler got you good." A Centaur spoke and he jumped as Ty flinched and scuttled backward. The Centaur let out a low growl, "My name is Jendor Hiff, I will not hurt you."
"My name is Zira-..."

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His shoulder was in pain again and so was his head, the teacher smacked him with the book,
"You're going to be late for your next class, get moving." He did exactly as he was instructed, he grabbed his book and bag, as he walked he put the book into the bag.
"Zira... That's a girls name... Why didn't I say my name?" People stared as he spoke to himself, but he didn't mind.

"Reality is--"

"Reality is relative," Leo interrupted, staring at the far wall.

"Leonidus ******** Malone! Can't you just shut your mouth for ten minutes!?" Kyle Merritt glared at the boy in the fourth seat of the far left row of Mr. Kennedy's Psychology class held at Kensington High School. Everyone was laughing now, most eyes on Leo.

Mr. Kennedy rose from his desk at the back of the room and stared at Kyle. "Kyle. Language."

"But, he just frickin' interrupted me!"

"Watch your language, Mr. Merritt. "The chuckling finally died down. Leo was smirking, and continued his short speech, which had been so horribly impeded by Kyle's blatant outburst.

"Reality is relative," he repeated, hands up in front of blankly staring eyes. The other students were watching him intently. "Matter is simply energy condensed to a slow vibration. The Vibratory Spectrum is what makes allowance for the range of substances, from plasma to solid. Plasma, obviously, is the most unstable, thus rating higher on the Spectrum. Our primary example for plasma is fire. Compare that to a grain of salt, a solid, and the difference is obvious." As he spoke, he gestured his hands, as if molding the shapes as went. It was faintly humorous.

"Reality is built upon the relation between energies and our subconscious. Ultimately, the subconscious," he pointed to his skull, but his eyes were staring straight through his desk, as if he were being manipulated like a puppet, "Is the product of synergism between our soul, the condensed matter that is our physical brain, and the physical and metaphysical energies. Furthermore, the soul is our direct receptor for metaphysical interactions, and our physical brain the direct receptor for physical interactions. However, one cannot operate without the other; a perfect symbiosis." He held out his left hand, palm up. "The brain gives the soul a firm anchor into physical 'reality, while--" He held up his right hand, palm up, "--the soul gives the brain purpose, and designates the ultimate infrastructure of the host persona."

When he finished, he laid his hands on the desk. His eyes had never once shifted; they continued to stare through his desk, and now his hands as well. Some people laughed, and some made idiotic comments. Most just stared, and wondered where in the Hell it had all come from. Regardless, Kyle Merritt finally got to make his speech on reality. No one really listened though...

*~*

Dominus Ollivander Omnicus Monollius was the Arch-Sage of the Order of the Five Magicks. The Order of the Five Magicks ultimately was based in the Tower of the Pentomnial Powers. The five Orders were: Anima magick, the study of elemental and natural magick; Holy, the study of magick deigned to physical beings by their Gods (Though their are three groups among the Holy Order [those that study good Holies, those that study evil Holies, and those that study both], the Order as a whole makes no distinction between good and evil); Necromancy, study of the magicks pertaining to the dead, spirits, etc.; Divination, the study of perceiving events via extra-sensory methods (mind-reading, fortune telling, clairvoyance, prophecy, etc.); Lastly is Order of the Arcane, study of magick pertaining strictly to the physical and metaphysical energies of the Universe.

Dominus Ollivander Omnicus Monollius, or simply Arch-Sage Monollius began his career as a mage in the realm of Necromancy. Once he became a member of the Order, he quickly branched out to the realms of Anima and Arcane magick, making him the most skilled and learned of all mages and Sages to exist thus far. The Order of the Five Magicks keeps its own library. Within this library 23 books exist, all quilled by the Arch-Sage Monollius himself pertaining to the areas of Necromancy, Anima, and Arcane magick.

On the top floor, belonging entirely to the Arch-Sage of the Order, sat a man in a high-backed chair; it was his throne. The room was semicircular, with only one door along the flat wall, and a set of stairs at the end opposite of the Arch-Sage's throne. In the middle of the room, a large orb floated just two feet from the ground. It was glassy with a metallic sheen like liquid silver and was roughly ten feet in diameter, with only six inches to spare between its edge and the ceiling. The throne and orb aside, the room was bare; just the way Arch-Sage Monollius liked it.

The Arch-Sage was an old man, rumored to be 122 years old, when in fact he was merely 101. He chose not to correct people as the older they believed him to be, the wiser and more powerful they also believed him to be. Of course, no mage or Sage alive or dead could say they stood much of a chance to his powers, but there were certainly some great men in the past that could give him a run for his money. That was just the problem, though: they were dead.

With a sigh, Monollius raised a gnarled hand and stroked his beard. He stood from the throne, eying the top of his pine wood staff thoughtfully. He dressed himself in scarlet robes with black trim, and made of the finest silk. His hair, smooth and silver, fell halfway down his back; his beard fell just beneath his sternum. "It is time for a Reawakening," he murmured to himself, slowly approaching the orb floating silently in the middle of the room. "I lack pupils, and I lack subservients. Ah..." He raised a finger, as if about to make a point to someone. "I shall raise some, then. Pluck the bright little minds from amongst those weedy peasants, and put them beneath me. An army, yes, of the most brilliant Sages of millennium! And they shall serve only me... And we shall lead the Reawakening! A reminder to the world that the might of magick shall not be lightly heeded..." He nodded to himself in total agreement. So it would be...

From his tower, Monollius descended, taking his leisurely time down the stairwell that lined the inner walls of the Tower of Pentomnial Powers. After twelve agonizing minutes and 32 harsh seconds, he reached the bottom floor. He exited via the pair of 12-foot high metal doors, which were so generously opened by a pair of apprentices of the field Anima. As he stepped onto the grassy plains the doors were slowly shut behind him. He took a deep breath and slowly scanned the horizon. Where should he go to begin his campaign? Right now he was feeling a tad... tense. "To Vai, then. To relieve my tension on those unwitting, arrogant little fools."

He smiled and chuckled to himself. Then he beg--

*~*

"Mr. Malone." Mr. Kennedy was standing beside Leo, staring down at him thoughtfully. Slowly, the teenager's eyes rose to meet his teacher.

"Yes?"

While gesturing to the door, his teacher replied, "The bell just rang. Get to class."

With graceful movements, he lifted himself from the desk, and strode out the door. Of all his students, Mr. Kennedy had always found Leonidus to be the most puzzling. He still wasn't sure what if any mental condition the boy had, or if he was simply shy, or secretive. Well, he was definitely secretive, but he wondered truly if it was natural, or if he was shying away from the world...

Real World Charrie: Parents, boyfriend: Aaron Gutierrez, age 17, various friends that I don't want to name right now.
Username: Elesariin
Name: Aria Thiesen
Age:16
Gender: Female
Nationality: American. Lives in Berkley, California.
Looks:
Personality: Very charismatic, confidant, and used to being in control; she's never been in a situation she couldn't work to her advantage. On some level, though, she feels like a fraud. She's something of a closet geek, and keeps a stash of fantasy and science fiction books under her bed.
Other:
**Added only when in dream world**
Powers: She can fly(if she ever figures out how to use her angelic wings), move at impossible speeds when rested enough, and shoot light beams from her hands.
Weapons: Nothing (at the moment)
Race: Who knows? She doesn't, I can tell you that much.