Sailor Tisiphone is able to shoot what looks like a black hole the size of her two hands put together. When it comes into contact with something, it will instantly take away a chunk the size of the hole as if that piece never existed. Unfortunately, it will only shoot in a straight line, and once it has left her fingertips she has no way of stopping the attack. It will continue until it has hit any target, giving her little control over her own attack. Since it only shoots in a straight line, it is easy for intelligent enemies to dodge so she does not use this attack unless she is absolutely sure of making contact.
Attack #2 :: Void within.
Super stage. A psychological attack that, when hit, causes the victim to relive a memory tied to the emotions of loss, guilt, or revenge - what drives the victim to feel a void within themselves. The memory for the victim may feel like it lasts anywhere from 30 seconds to an hour, though only a second has passed in real time.
Name :: Theresa Killingworth. Age :: 20 Hobbies :: Stories. With a gradual increase in curiosity, Theresa has taken to collecting books and stories. She is most interested in the people she sees around her, listening to catch the bits of what they say and mentally file it away as a part of their own story. Humans are walking books, and she is wanting to read them. She will never know that her former self used to enjoy reading as a hobby. Everything else :: Unknown. Personality :: After being forcibly corrupted and losing her memory, her personality was stripped down to something cold and efficient. She has only recently begun to develop a sense of curiosity.
Once upon a forgotten time..
Name: Danika Cybele
Age: 15
Birthday: December 21
Sign: Saggitarius
Blood Type: O-
Fav. Food: Celery, chocolate
Hated Food: Fish
School:Crystal Academy. She transferred in when her parents divorced, her mother moving abroad. Danika is an only child, and her father is often working long hours leaving her plenty of time to herself. He wants to make sure that his little girl is well taken care of in a proper school for ladies.
Hobbies:Gardening. Danika enjoys being able to create things of life, sometimes feeling that being the senshi of void means a lack of creation.
Reading. Stories of people, adventure, fiction, non-fiction, she loves it all and finds it enriching, nourishing, and fulfilling.
Gemstone: Moonstone
Virtues: Responsible. Danika considers herself to be particularly responsible, willing to prioritize and sacrifice for the greater good. She used to be a straight A student when she was younger, but she believes that her duty as a senshi has more consequences to it so she puts all her efforts into that, often leaving her grades at barely passing.
Determined. Alongside being responsible, Danika is also very determined. When she makes up her mind, she will follow it through with full efforts, nothing half hearted or flakey.
Flaws: Unforgiving. Danika will hold a grudge for as long as she can remember it - which is a really long time. She is hard pressed to forgive anyone who slights her, and even harder to hold back judgment on those whose actions she disapproves. Most subjects she is neutral on and generally forms no opinion, letting people do as they wish, but when it is something she has already decided on an opinion, beware of her glare.
Sharp tongue. Though Danika is a bit of a quiet loner, she is very much a realist and will say it as it is, often giving off the impression of having a sharp tongue. She grew up quickly, shedding her childhood in favor of what had to be done in terms of responsibility, so she has little sympathy for others.
Unsociable. When it comes to talking about her own feelings, however, she will bottle it up inside as she doesn't want to put her worries on others, a feeling which formed while watching her parents fight. Her inability to deal with her emotions often leads to unresolved conflict, and often times she doesn't know how to interact with others, making her appear shy.
Challenge: Your sins have created a void that cries for retribution. In the name of the void, I shall punish you!
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 7:25 am
[Memoir of Notes] ♥ Sailor Senshi 7/5 Battle 10/8 Regular 10/8 Solo
The name Danika means "morning star", which can also be an allusion towards the name Lucifer as that too means morning star. I wanted to put in a connection to the idea of a fallen angel.
Her last name, Cybele, is an homage to the asteroid family where Tisiphone comes from.
Tisiphone itself refers not only to an asteroid, but to a greek mythology as well, which is where some of her personality traits had inspiration from.
I chose her birthday to be December 21 since that is one of the longest nights of the year. Yes, it's meant to be symbolic with everything else.
I invision Tisiphone's attack to be said in a sort of dark voice, like Sailor Plutos attack.
[Other Notes]
6.22.10: Sailor Tisiphone has become Super Sailor Tisiphone!
10.2.09: Contest entry for Sailor Tisiphone, and Danika comes into being <3
Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 7:47 am
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((Whatever Tisi thinks about you guys, I'm sorry D: I LOVE YOU ALL OKAY <3))
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Lieutenant Hematite. Always seems to be beaten up, and is an annoying waste of time. Human identity unknown.
General-King Charonite. Cusses too much. Fairly unpleasant fellow, but worthy of respect if only for the sake of the Negaverse. Human identity known.
Lieutenant Serandite. Naturally annoying just for holding the position of keeper. But title aside, fairly pleasant and doesn't get in the way. Human identity known.
Sailor Tisiphone Danika Cybele moves into town with her father and transfers to Crystal Academy. There, she meets Aurora and Mili, though her socializing attempts are mostly failures. She encounters Mili a second time out at night and ends up learning that Mili is also Sailor Walkure, though her own identity is still a secret. The next encounter is with Lieutanant Hematite, who she easily beats and casually dismisses him. This comes back to bite her, however, when he brings his vengeance to battle her again. Tisiphone stumbles on her own dumb luck and is caught. Charonite comes and with Hematite's aid he corrupts Tisiphone's starseed.
Dark Tisiphone Upon being corrupted, Tisiphone lost all of her memories prior to that moment. She was given a new name and a new life. Theresa Killingworth moved into an apartment with Nova, who she trained together with and took on a secretarial job for Charonite. She enjoys sneaking out and stealing starseeds now, though her keeper Serandite often goes with her. Tisiphone has killed a lot of people by now, especially in causing a bus to crash and stealing all the lives of the riders and those around.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 5:01 pm
Welcome to Destiny City Solo, 591 words
She knew the divorce had been coming for some time now, but it really hit her as she watched her old house disappear over the horizon. Danika's mother had already left, those last few days being spent alone with her father as he tied up loose ends. Both her parents had been workaholics, so the moment they decided to give up on the threads of their past was the moment they decided to put everything into their jobs. Or at least that's what her father had done, she wasn't quite so certain as to what her mother was up to.
Danika's father transfered to the home company in Destiny City where he would shuffle papers there the same as he had in their old home, only difference being that he would have a pay raise. Danika had thought they had enough money already from both her parents having high positions and a dual income and always working, but after the divorce he seemed to take it upon himself to make up for that missing half, regardless of the fact that the smaller city house he purchased was fully paid off already and their bills were as average as any.
When she learned that she would have to transfer schools, Danika took the news fairly well. She hadn't any attachments to her old school, it was just a daily routine that she got up to attend. Her poor grades almost had the Crystal Academy decline her, yet her father waved a hand of money and influenced them otherwise, saying how she was such a good, well behaved lady and used to have perfect grades, how it was just a phase she was going through. Danika rather thought the dean stopped listening after that first mention of money.
The new home was of much more humble origins, relatively speaking. It still had more rooms then what they would ever really occupy, but at least it was a little more close together, two stories and an attic. Her favorite rooms were always her own and the library that her parents had accumulated over the years. Their new house had a window seat in the designated library room that she loved to curl up on when it rained outside, with a planter set up so that she could smell roses every time she sat there. The flowers were still just tiny sprouts, but in time she was certain they'd flourish.
She was, however, concerned about her duty as a Senshi. Danika knew that there were youma in the world, such an encounter leading her to become Sailor Tisiphone in the first place. In her area, however, she dealt more with the human variety of demons. The thieves, swindlers, degenerate murderers. The supernatural kind of demon was rare, so Danika had to face the reality of what humanity was, flitting gracefully through the shadows to avoid being seen while in turn witnessing their continual sins against life. She had no idea what this new city would hold, what sort of creatures it might attract.
Watching the last of the movers leave their new home, Danika gave an acknowledging smile to her father before leaving to retire to her room to make sure her plants did well. They didn't talk much with one another, but Danika knew that she loved both her parents, and that they both loved her in return. It was simply the love between her parents that didn't exist anymore. Danika figured it was just another twist that was a part of human nature.
Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 7:41 pm
The Unroutine Routines Solo, 572 words
After having guarded her home city for so many years, it was unnerving having to memorize all the new streets. It wasn’t just the streets either, it was finding good areas to lie in wait, where to hide, what could hold her weight if she was running somewhere other than the road, where each business camera was pointed to. With the bigger city, Danika found herself having to cover so much more ground and exploring so many new areas. She liked to get about six hours of sleep, but these days sleep was hard to come by. Of course she slept during lunch at school, finding a nice, unpopulated corner to curl up unnoticed in, but that was only a temporary refresher.
Donning a plush coat, Danika slipped out her window in the dark. The moon was high in the sky, the house (or soon to be the case, her dorm) silent in its slumber. The good thing about living in a city was that seeing people walk the streets late at night wasn’t wholly uncommon. The bad thing was that people walked in the streets late at night. It made each of them prime victims, and prime suspects. She watched from a distance, sometimes from the shadows, other times walking casually in the open. She listened to police radios, read daily newspapers, but most often she listened and watched with her own eyes and ears, not trusting the media to catch every ripple of the night.
Every night was the same routine; Wait for the sun to drop down, her father to sleep, the lights to disappear, get her own sleep while all this was still settling down. Then come midnight she prowled the city, same as the night before. It was a routine, but it was never the same every night. She stayed in an area only one, maybe two nights before moving on to a new spot. It was necessary to know all her surroundings before really dedicating any ample time to problem areas. And, really, it made her uncomfortable to not know every detail of the city. Sometimes at school she would use the library computers and make great use of technology, enjoying the satellite views to help her prepare for the next nightly run.
There were many nights that went without any incidents. It was mundane things for the local law to handle, sometimes she would even make an anonymous call in. Her first real incident in the new city was a mugging. Some desperate man with a family to feed had beaten down another and took the wallet. Sailor Tisiphone didn’t care about his story, all she saw was that he had done wrong. The soldier followed him, cornered him. She had pulled away a thin veil to his star seed, but only a thin piece, just enough to unnerve him. She would have liked to talk with him for a length, but she was short on time and so she delivered short, harsh words that would hit his conscious hard with his seed ever slightly exposed compared to normal. Once she finished, Tisiphone forcefully took possession of the wallet and left him a sobbing wreck, beaten in the same places he had beat the other man.
It sounds like a long process, but it really only took a few minutes. It was, after all, just a routine. Sailor Tisiphone liked her justice to be swift.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 11:30 pm
The Garden Keeper Solo, 399 words
Crystal Academy was much like what the brochures read: A well manicured campus that highlighted the activities for maturing young ladies. What it didn’t read, but was well understood by all without having to be said, was that it was for the rich. There were scholarships of course, but aside from those few it was all about the wealth. With that wealth came jobs, and one of those jobs went out to a gardener.
Danika had tried to catch the elusive garden to exchange words and perhaps find a place within the greenhouse, however the woman worked when she was required to be in class which made finding her difficult. She might spot her through an open window, only to chase her down after class and find the woman had moved on. It was during a lunch hour that Danika was finally able to catch her, asking to aid her in her duties.
The woman had declined, but kindly pointed out there being a gardening club. Danika hadn’t any interest in group gatherings, so all she could do was insist with pleading words. Which, coming from Danika, was relative in terms of pleading, however she persisted in catching the woman each day at lunch and eventually won the woman over. She had begrudgingly allowed Danika to water the plants inside the greenhouse, but seemed worried that Danika might shirk her duties and let the gardener be blamed for the death of the flowers. After a week of watering, however, Danika noticed that the gardener had stopped watching her from behind the bushes. She was grateful for that, for though the woman may try to hide, Danika would sense her and she found it particularly unnerving to be watched so often.
Danika’s favorite time to water the plants was in the morning, early before anyone else had really awakened. It was quiet and peaceful, and it reminded her of the garden she had grown at her previous house. Her new garden was well under way at the new home, but having to live in the dorms meant leaving her plants to the care of others. She knew that they would thrive under another’s tutelage just as well, but it was a bit saddening that she couldn’t be there to watch how they grew each day.
Sometimes, when Danika was absolutely sure that no one was awake, she might even hum.
Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 7:32 pm
One Lone Evening Solo, 191 words
Danika had been in a slump for these past few days. Her encounter with Lieutenant Hematite had left a bad taste that lingered in her mind. She kept it dutifully bottled up, however, and went about her day as usual in her ever going routine. She had been feeling a weight on her shoulders for some time now, and it was making her weary.
The girl was walking with the sun reaching its rosy fingers in the distance, night coming soon. Her dark eyes cast towards the sky, tracing the telephone pole wires that criss crossed like a bird cage. Danika heard crows in the distance, beckoning her from someplace she couldn't see. Her feet paused as a shudder ran through her. It was an ominous feeling, though she shook it off. A lone feather lay before her, black as the crows. She picked it up, twirling it in between her fingers. Danika shook off her reverie, and with a sigh resigned herself to at least trying to do her homework for once, for her father's sake. It had been so long that she wasn't even sure what she remembered anymore.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 8:12 pm
Sleeping In a Coffin Solo, 354 words
At some point, Sailor Tisiphone forgot that her pain was coming from a hand stuck obtrusively through her chest, gripping at her starseed. Everything was black, and there was only herself standing there in nothingness. The pain was a dull ache from everywhere at once, but there was relief from it here in this pit of darkness, a distant buzz of energy filtering it out. What was that energy? Timeless moments passed, and she gradually became aware that it was her own energy of the void. So she wasn’t quite asleep. How had she retreated so far in though?
Something tickled her senses, though there was still nothing around her. The longer she spent in silence, the more she could sense what was around her. There was nothing there, and yet she was coming to realize that there was everything there. Tisiphone thought that she heard crows in the distance, and for a brief moment she thought she saw herself standing in front of her. The longer she stared, the more real the image became. It was Danika, looking up at the sky from a bird cage.
Tisiphone didn’t want to see Danika locked up so. She reached forward, fumbling at the door. The girl looked back at her with those dark eyes; she never realized just how dark those eyes were. No, Danika seemed to be yelling to her, though she heard nothing. Tisiphone became frustrated with the lock, for it would not budge. She reached blindly into the air and gripped her power, forcing the lock open to free Danika. The door opened, and Tisiphone realized it was she who was standing inside, looking out into the opened door.
Was this what was being offered to her? The black void hummed with energy, the call of the crows fading against the hum of whispers. The Negaverse, the whispers smiled so warmly at her. She stepped out of the cage, letting herself be wrapped by the raw energy. The girl couldn’t remember why she was there in the first place? What was her name again..? Oh, that’s right, it was Tisiphone. Just Tisiphone.
Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 10:54 pm
Solstice Night Solo, 665 words
It was the longest night of the year, December 21. "Theresa Killingworth" sat alone in her apartment. She had lost track of how long she had been in the Negaverse, but time often eluded her to begin with. The news of Nova's death by the hands of Kunzite had first come in the form of her lack of appearance in their apartment. The first she had heard of Kunzite was when her keeper had the misfortune of meeting his sword, and since then all she heard was the constant warning to stay away.
These days it felt like all she did was paperwork and training. It was almost awkward to train without Nova now, though she couldn't say that she missed the other senshi. They had never liked each other, though at least Tisiphone had managed to keep civil about it all. Still, the idea that Nova had been murdered had hit her harder than she would have let on. Nova was a super (a fact that she could tell the other senshi simply gloated about when compared to Tisiphone), and that she had been killed..
Theresa shook her head, laying back on her bed with her mass of hair flowing across the sheets. She stared at the ceiling, letting her mind drift wherever it would. Sometimes she would think of dark things, reaching out and feeling the void and the even darker energy of the Negaverse that wrapped around her like a serpent. Some nights she thought of nothing and simply stared at the ceiling, feeling emotions but unable to locate their reason of being or what they were. Other nights she would spend simply remembering, those she had met and where she had been. She didn't remember anything, not even an emotion from before she had become the hand of the Negaverse. She didn't even remember that today was her birthday.
Holding a pale hand up to the light, she stared at the lines creased across her palm and wavering about her finger tips. She studied it in silence for a long time, remembering back to where all those fingers had touched and done. The grip of a star seed, or brushing against a door. She touched on the void and there it was, a small black hole, perfectly round that floated in front of her palm. It was difficult to make with her bracelet on, especially without using the words of focus or the correct posture, but Theresa spent all her time in "Tisiphone" form that she felt the connection to the void every second of her life. The bracelet helped to filter much of it out, but she could still sense it.
Once it was made, she couldn't make it disappear. She snorted at herself, wondering if she just wasn't creative enough. The senshi sat upright and pushed the dark thing into her other hand. To the outsider it would appear as if the void had truly disappeared, but Theresa knew otherwise. It had simply clung to the connection that she held to her power, sitting there forever. She could feel it's presence as it melded into the void within her, back to the source of power from which it came. It didn't disappear, it was simply biding its time until its next appearance.
With a sigh she fell back to the pillow, the palm of her hand now resting over her eyes. When she slept, she had no dreams. It was simply closing her eyes, then waking the next morning. Sometimes it came quickly, sometimes it didn't. Tonight was one of those long nights that seemed to stretch on forever, sleep being held at bay just out of reach. She closed her eyes and wished for sleep to take her.
Somewhere out there was a man who was crying over the picture of a girl who had gone missing some months ago, presumed dead, for he knew that today was her birthday and that he had to celebrate it without her.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 9:26 am
Not Worth Much Solo, 398 words
Theresa Killingworth sat with her legs draped over the edge of the rooftop, the moon a waning crescent behind her. She was idly fingering a starseed between her thumb and her middle finger, enjoying the crackling energy that tickled her fingertips. It was amazing how such a tiny creation could control a human's very life. Well, perhaps not control, as it gave life. The ones who controlled it were the ones who took it away. She gave a small smile, then.
Recently she had made sure to try staying out of trouble, at least since the bus incident. While she had walked away with a fair amount of seeds, the public and senshi had been agitated from it and she didn't feel like dealing with them. Speaking of senshi, she had noticed their numbers kept increasing these days. It was particularly annoying.
The starseed was flicked from one hand to the other, where she resumed playing with it. She knew the humans and senshi must worship these little seeds, if they went to such lengths to complain about them all the time. They put so much value into their own lives that it was almost funny. They were nothing in the face of the Negaverse.
Theresa pulled her legs up and stood, casually patting herself down for any dust while pocketing the seedling. Her own seed was worthless compared to the Negaverse. At that moment, she wanted to see it. To see her how seed and how it looked to the others, how it felt and how it shone. Did it shine at all? She guessed it might be just another black void, a portal to dark energy. A pale hand rested on her chest, and her senses moved to feel her seed there, shrouded in a blanket of Negaversian energy. She almost did pull it out there, just to see, but she was pulled out of her reverie when she heard a "Hey you!" call out.
Turning slowly on her heel, Theresa saw a cop, the building's night guard she presumed, huffing something or other about how she wasn't allowed up there. Her hand fell to her side and she simply stared at him in silence. He took another step forward, and that was it.
He fell to the ground, pale face screwed in pain and shock, as Theresa walked away with another starseed in her hand.
Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 7:42 am
Closer Solo, 539 words
Tisiphone stood over the the still form of a girl, her face contorted in pain and her skin already losing its color. The glowing seed that had been wrenched from her bossom was currently being rolled between Tisiphone's fingers as she idly stared at the girl. Who knew what sort of life she might have lead, the people she'd meet or things that she would have done. Tisiphone didn't really care. It was for the Negaverse, and that was all that ever mattered.
Turning away, the dark senshi pocketed the glowing star seed. She had lost track of how long she had worked as a secretary at the Hillworth school, but it certainly felt like a lifetime. Her only memories were of the school, with the rest of the world as her playground. She had no rules, no regulations, except for the occassional bowing to the Negaverse. On a whole, Tisiphone had been left to her own devices. Sure her keeper would check in on her and drag her to meet new people on occasion, but every night Tisiphone came home to her empty apartment and sat many sleepless nights simply staring at the wall.
Recently she had changed her mindless staring into a more meditative cause. She felt like she would go crazy if she let her boredom get to her. Every night she would look inward now, petting the dark energy that latched itself on her, though she oddly tended to avoid touching on her own power too much.
This night, however, she decided to try and conquer her unexplicable feeling of hesitation. It had always bothered her, how she didn't like being left alone with herself. She had slipped on the silver bracelet that hid her powers somewhere in the shadows, returning to her apartment as Theresa Killingworth. Unlocking the door, Theresa shut it neatly behind her and plopped down on her bed, setting her newly acquired starseed in front of her. She ignored the shining thing now, the buzz of its insignificant energy drowning in the superior hum of the Negaverse. This time her senses reached past the energy of the Negaverse that permeated her soul, an ethereal hand gingerly brushing against the core of the void.
It wasn't cold, nor warm, nor did it offer any emotion in itself. It was simply there. And it scared her. Theresa slid the bracelet off and she could feel the void expanding freely once again. She always used her attack by pulling power from this center of herself, but when she called an attack she didn't give it much thought because it was always in the moment. Now, however, standing between the energy of the Negaverse and the energy of the void, she could only shiver and watch as it lurked there.
Tisiphone reached a hand out and gripped her power, not in the way that she would pull a strand to form the orb of her attack, but a simple grasping motion that pulled her power into a hug, closer to herself. The feeling of being overwhelmed suddenly descended upon her and she let go, abruptly realizing that she was still sitting on her bed, her heart racing as her mind came back to her. It was still too much.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 4:14 pm
Precious Things Solo, 446 words
Theresa Killingworth stood frozen in front of the glass window. The streets were fairly busy, though she ignored the humans and focused instead on the shop before her. Caged behind the glass were shelves of trinkets, and one in particular had caught her interest.
She was by no means sentimental, nor was she into shopping (as Serandite might mournfully confirm). All the money she earned from her secretarial job sat stashed under her bed unused. Despite her very plain living and horribly withdrawn nature, she had, to her credit, at least gotten to speaking more often and with what could almost be called a personality. If not a cold personality.
Hovering between the door and the window, Tisiphone realized that it wasn't all that often that she faced hesitation. It was a strange revelation as she tried to think of prior instances, though came up with none. Being with the Negaverse had given her such a strong purpose and conviction that she never really had any reason to hesitate before. Now that she stood before something completely unrelated to the Negaverse, the concept of making a decision suddenly struck her as alarming.
Shrugging off these strange thoughts, Theresa shrugged past the door and into the shop, the lights glittering across the myriad of glass trinkets. Pale fingers reached out and gingerly pinched the string that was atop the bauble's head, lifting it up to a lamp so that it refracted tiny bits of light that danced across her face. It was a darker colored glass, the shape of a bird, though in a simplistic manner.
Tugging at her pockets, Theresa pulled out a few dollars that she had intended for food, pushing it across the counter as the lady processed it. She grabbed the change and ignored the offer for a box, gliding out with the glass bird at hand. Standing outside, she held it up to the sun to watch the glitter deep inside the dark creature, then quickly shoved it into her pocket and walked away.
Elsewhere in Destiny City was a man who had sold the last of his worldly belongings, standing with one last glance back to his home. It was too painful to stay there any longer, he had told himself. Months had gone by and his missing daughter was pronounced presumed-dead, and lingering between hope and despair had been too much. He opened the door to his car and sat down with heavy shoulders. He no longer cried because he had cried too much. No longer did he look back to be reminded of the hole in his heart, and he drove away, far from the city that stole his daughter.
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