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PostPosted: Tue Jan 30, 2018 8:28 am


Revision for Elex Yorke.

Name: Eion Risk

Nickname: Smokestack

Age: Says 16 on the ID.

Birthday: April 30th, 2001

Sign: Taurus

Gemstone: Diamond

Blood Type: ???

Fav. Food: Flavor adventures. New tastes, new textures, dish reimaginings.

Hated Food: Plain foods, staple american fare like mac n' cheese, meatloaf, pb&j.

Hobbies:

      Gloves and Shoes ;; Once upon a time, they were accessories. Leather gloves, fingerless driving gloves (despite his lack of driver's license), fishnet gloves, knit gloves, mittens, waterproof gloves each find a home in his closet. Best they are as gifts from others, though he finds no qualm in buying them himself. They see wear when the season dictates, and when self-consciousness burns its way into his mind.

      Bathing ;; Pains leave by way of water -- the longer he stays in a bath, the less he feels the etch of sins in his skin. He prefers a book to read or papers to edit while he soaks. An hour a day washes away his cumulative ire. Scented candles, bath bombs, and commercial minutiae seldom find a thought in his mind since his smoke dominates other scents.

      Gossip Gossip Gossip ;; Eion isn't immune to his socialite roots. He wants those snippets about Ms. Curnow's suspected b*****d child, or stories of how Mr. Breckenridge skipped his last week's social arrangements due to his ongoing obsession with the latest religious fad. How Melinda went seeking a guru out in the highest heights of the Himalayas because to her, Orientalism is just another word for magic. People have fantastical lives, and every day they share only the flashiest sides of themselves. Sometimes the raunchiest. Sometimes the saddest. And Eion likes to hear them all, through eavesdropping or skimming magazines or accosting the source himself.

Virtues:

      Precocious ;; Eion grew up quickly. Fast maturation and quick wit formed the root of his captain's career, where he learned to mince careful criticism with crafted compliment. He finds no draw in jocular behavior. He sees no poetry in taking all the world as a child does -- in its most literal, basic state. Nor does he find interest in painting himself a vapid teen. His skills are his own, sharp-honed and cerebral. Born of a quick mind.

      Attentive ;; And that quick mind houses attentiveness. With word cast aside, Eion discerns for nonverbal stories. He focuses on context clues -- a bruised eye, a tear in the cuff of a sweater, a wedding band missing, a lack of smile. Each feature added, changed, or detracted shapes the story in a telling way. Is someone lying to him? Is he being set up? Is someone in trouble? These benign tips of the hand inform him to these ends. Sometimes his awareness stirs ashes enough to kindle a needed conversation. Other times they prevent him from burning himself.

      Non ducor. Duco. ;; Yet to burn is to lead. Eion stokes an inner fire that demands action. Moving, seeking, guiding, poaching, doing. The world does not rest on idle shoulders -- it rots. He pairs thought to action with poetic care, wise and aware of those imprinted by him. By doing, he prevents stagnation. By guiding, he promotes growth. By seeking, he sharpens himself. It's with these passions that he pursues all goals -- Negaverse or otherwise. One day, that drive will place the world in his hands.

      Romantic ;; In place of providing the world, that drive stokes passion. Passion comes from the Latin root word pati-. It means to suffer. To endure. Patience is not the ability to wait, but the ability to suffer. That same pain -- shared from passion to patience -- finds its followers in romantics. The familiar taste of pain in his soul brings vibrance to the world. Connection begets joy, intrigue, vivacity. Strife is a bitter drink, one best shared in strong company. The ability to touch and be touched lies in everyone, however deep, however submerged in that sea of cynicism and Eion wants to dig it out. He wants to taste that love.

Flaws:

      Hypercritical ;; Eion scathes for a better world. For a place where morals take precedent over profit lines. For people that value relationships over masturbatory instant gratification. For humans to take precedent over algorithms. But when given a shovel, man shows his penchant for burying himself -- and Eion can only watch. All those petty disappointments form a bone-deep iron that chars him, that brings his vitriol to boiling. He bites his tongue sometimes.

      Hotheaded ;; And sometimes he spits that vitriol through bloodied holes. His restraint eroded with the wash of time, and now Eion risks his relationships when talking caustic. His bitterness finds light often, vented in blistering retorts or unthinking asides, and that flame cooks through most of his good intentions. Sometimes he's taken by destructive action. In the interregnum comes damage control.

      Self-flagellating ;; And that interregnum is controlled by damage. When his flame cools, he stokes it with what pains he finds -- look, a boy so like himself that he can taste their sameness, now reduced to a starseed in hand. Broken memories taste euphoric, he knows. So do broken relationships, broken resolves, broken spirits. To do what pains him most promises a keen strength, a gnashing fuel for the inner fire. Drowning in hurt is its own confirmation that life holds value. Pity that people are a means to that end.

      Sardonic ;; With that pity spoken in a wash of sarcasm. If it burns, it earns; if it bleeds, it reads: Eion tastes irony in tragedy fixations. A pure action's catastropic flotsam earns his black humor jetsam. Funny how the world fills itself with headline-sparking calamities, grievous incidents, and trickle-down maladies that prove smartly fitting. Accidents that are suddenly monetized. Victims becoming martyrs becoming celebrities. How strange the world becomes when it thinks it's learned how to suffer.
PostPosted: Tue Jan 30, 2018 9:41 am


Original wording:
      Dispersion ;;
      Range: 3 foot radius around Faustite.
      Duration: 30 seconds
      Use Count: 3x
      Miss Chance: Defensive magic, stepping out of the attack.
      Effect: Faustite draws his hands together, and a sound curiously akin to an opening lighter may be heard. With a deafening blast, Faustite then envelops himself in choking smoke. Those caught in the radius of the initial blast endure a residual ringing in the ears and mild disorientation. The blast itself articulates as the billowing black smoke, and those who breathe it will suffer burning lungs, stinging eyes, and may cough frequently depending on their reaction to the smoke. The symptoms of ringing ears and coughing will linger after leaving the smoke, up to a maximum of five seconds. This attack is not intended to produce lasting damage (like lung damage or hearing damage), but may do so at the defending player's behest.


      Occlusion ;;
      Range: Any single target within his 3' radius.
      Duration: Remaining time of Dispersion attack
      Use Count: 3x
      Miss Chance: All factors affecting Dispersion.
      Effect: Using Occlusion immediately terminates all effects of Dispersion. Faustite draws all the smoke of his Dispersion attack into the lungs of the affected victim. Thus, the smoke passes through nose and mouth and leaves behind temporary, mild burns in these areas. When in the victim's lungs, the smoke condenses into a toxic fluid which triggers various symptoms. Water inside the lungs acts as an irritant and necessitates coughing and gasping, while the hot smoke aspect sears the lungs. Though very painful, this attack does not produce permanent damage. The carbonaceous water evaporates at the end of the attack. Any lasting damage may be incurred at the behest of the defending player.

New wording:

      Dispersion ;;
      Range: 3 foot radius with Faustite at the epicenter.
      Duration: 30 seconds
      Use Count: 3x
      Miss Chance: Circumventing magic, stepping beyond radius before execution, stepping out during the attack. Holding breath and closing eyes mitigates some of the effects.
      Effect: Faustite draws his hands together, and a sound like an opening lighter may be heard. Smoke pours from Faustite in a deafening blast. Those caught in the initial blast endure a ringing in the ears and mild disorientation. Breathing smoke causes burning lungs, stinging eyes, and frequent coughing. Ringing ears and coughing symptoms linger after leaving the smoke for 5 seconds. Any lasting damage is defending player's choice.


      Occlusion ;;
      Range: Any single target within his 3' radius.
      Duration: Remaining time of Dispersion attack
      Use Count: 3x
      Miss Chance: All factors affecting Dispersion; if the former attack lapses or the opponent steps out of range, then this attack cannot be used.
      Effect: Faustite draws all the smoke of his present Dispersion attack into the lungs of the affected victim. The smoke passes through nose and mouth and leaves behind temporary burns in its wake. When in the victim's lungs, the smoke condenses into a toxic fluid that triggers various symptoms. Liquid inside the lungs causes coughing and gasping, while heat sears the tissue. The carbonaceous water evaporates at the end of the attack. Any lasting damage is defending player's choice.


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PostPosted: Fri Feb 09, 2018 7:17 pm


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Looks good to me, have fun!

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