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 Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2018 4:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2018 4:35 pm
★ The concept contest will run from Sunday, October 14th, to Sunday, October 21st.
★ You must have participated in the event in order to enter this contest.
★ There are a few caveats that MUST be included in your profile:
-----> She is a FULL YOUMA, previously a human woman
-----> She is the mother of Logan Hitchock, aka Eternal Sailor Eurydike of Salt
-----> She was dying of cancer; Hitch was made to believe that she was dead after her starseed was unknowingly pulled to give the illusion of death
-----> She was turned into a youma by General Clocktine, of the doctor event, after he said he was going to "treat her" for her disease
★ She must follow full youma guidelines
If you have any questions, please contact myself or frayedflower!
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[*] [b]History / background:[/b]
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2018 6:40 pm
Name: Nirvana
Nicknames: Nini
Hobbies:
Collections - Nini’s past memories are in complete shambles, and what's real and what's fabricated are often interchangeable and impossible to parse out. As a result Nini’s taken to obsessively clinging to anything and everything that causes even the most obscure flickers of recognition or emotion. It's a puzzle, and if she can find all the pieces the picture will be complete again. But there is always another piece, and the piles of miscellaneous detritus continue to grow larger. Broken keepsakes, old photographs, well worn and abandoned children's toys. Whatever Nini can find she hoards, and stores away not only in her den in the rift, but in well hidden caches throughout the city.
Stalking -
Stalking is such a strong word, and the waif of a youma would insist this eccentric practice was no more than curious and enthusiastic observation. It was not. When Nini narrows in on a new focus she can't seem to help herself from pursuing them with unwavering interest. Following, watching, investigating discorded detritus or items, and just otherwise being the creepy monstrosity that she is. Sometimes the pursuit is short lived, with something or other wrenching her focus away from the chosen Target, while other times her covert(or not so covert) shadowing can span the space of a few days. There is no uniformity to her targets, but what is a constant is her unrelenting obsession with them until she either presents herself to them, or has her attention forcibly shifted away.
Virtues:
Maternal -
Once a mother, always a mother. Those instincts run deep, and they linger through sickness or twisting corruption. Nini has a natural inclination to care and tend to others needs. She is constantly on the search for those that might need her(and many that do not), and would like nothing more than to be able to take care of someone again. Just let me love you! she doesn't always realize that's the driving force, but it's there regardless.
Inquisitive -
Curiosity killed the cat, but the same can't be said for this youma. She's got an almost childlike fascination for nearly everything, but especially people. She wants to know how they work, what makes them tick. She's drawn to new faces and new places, and if she when she’s not locked onto a new obsessive target she’ll go for a bit of a wander before heading back to safe and comfortable confines of one of her cashes or her den.
Flaws:
Violent mood swings -
For the most part Nini is fairly level and benign. She‘s not outwardly aggressive or moody, at least so long as everything's going well for her. However, that changes easily and violently at the slightest tip of the scales one way or another. This usually occurs with the source of her maternal affection of curiosity responds in any way negatively to her attention. It rocks her very very fragile grasp on the world and reality. It’s wrong and she needs to fix it.
Obsessive -
Habits, behavior, or even physical ticks. Like a dog with a bone, once she’s sunk her ‘teeth’ into something she’s unlikely to let it go. Whatever that thing may be, person, possession, or even abstract. It will consume her every waking thought, and Nini will not rest until she can wrap her monsterous hands around it.
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Youma ability #1:
Smoke screen - The gas Nini is continuously emitting suddenly pours from her frail body in noxious, putrid smelling clouds and not only clock the youma herself, but anyone who happens to breath the smoke in would experience dizziness, and in some extreme cases nausea.
The smoke itself lasts no more than 30-40 seconds, and the immediate effects of inhaling the smoke fades soon after. It’s up the player if they want to retain any lingering lightheadedness, or nausea beyond that time.
Youma ability #2:
Wind blast - Beating her wings furiously, Nini causes a blast of wind that can push a heavy target back with significant force, or blow a lighter one clear off their feet. This could also potentially be used to fend off magical attacks, on a case by case basis, and with approval from the other player.
She can only do this twice per battle, but after the second time be becomes extremely weak and must flea or else face dusting.
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History / background: Once upon a time Minerva Hitchcock was a single mother with hopes and dreams and shackling responsibilities. She loved her son, he was her world, even when he disappointed her. She liked her job, even when she had to work long hours just to provide for her tiny family. She liked her life, even if it hadn’t been the one she’d planned on having. It wasn’t a perfect story, far from it, but it wasn’t unlike many others out there. Her struggles, her sins, and secrets were not unique to her.
Nor was the cancer that formed in blackened lungs after years and years of heavy chain smoking. A sudden diagnosis with a dire prognosis. When she died it was tragic, but it didn’t come as much of a surprise to anyone.
Except that she hadn’t died. Not quite.
Sure, there was nothing left of the woman she’d been before, but she still remained. She still lingered. A broken, disfigured shell of the person she once was, but there were fragments that colored behavior and spawned habits.
She’d awoken somewhere steril, somewhere white with a pale face looming over her and a deep, rumbling voice cutting through the haze to guide her. She’d followed because she’d been compelled to. Through charm, or magic, or something else entirely, but still she’d obeyed, because he was what she knew. The only thing she knew for quite some time. Her creator.
Then little by little she’d begun to broaden her limited horizons. Creeping through the hospital’s quiet halls until finally out into the city itself by night. Never wandering too far, and never for more than just a night.
But not the good doctor is gone, and the cage doors thrown wide open.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2018 12:26 am
Name: Tara Hitchcock Remission
Nicknames: Reem, please, if you really must call her by her name; she's happy to take on nicknames, however!
Hobbies:
Painting/Photos - Well, as well as one can with her lengthy limbs and sharp claws. Reem likes to dabble with watercolors to pass the time, usually going for landscapes or abstract concepts rather than individuals. Something about the zen-like concentration it takes soothes her, whatever her amateur skill presents. When she gets too frustrated with her artwork, however, taking photos is a close second.
Smoke Manipulation - Reem has had time to learn fine manipulation of her own smoke, and she has learned to perform not only the usual tricks, but can even do something akin to shadow puppetry for entertainment purposes. Won't you let her put on a show for you?
Hunting - One has to keep their claws sharp, after all! Whether it's stalking a civilian for fun (or out of loneliness) or killing under command, Reem likes to make sure she's a capable fighter. Being active also helps her clear her mind--well as much as one can, anyway.
Virtues:
Loving - Not even conversion can stop a mother's love, even long after she's forgotten the name of it. The instinct has remained for her to reach out and take care of those who would have her. She adopts people, sometimes unbeknownst to them, and tries to tend to them as any good mother would, with the hope that they are taking care of themselves when they go out into the world. Other (half) youma, corrupts, and similarly underdog types tend to draw her in, as they are generally seen as lesser than a Negaverse agent, and she is least among them all. She will forgive you of your mistakes and give advice on how to avoid those mistakes again. She will try to find your favorite food on the rare hours she can go topside. Please come visit and eat!!
Protective - In tandem with her tender loving care is the protection given to such individuals. Reem is neither a coward nor a fighter, but she would be damned to see those under her wing be hurt; and besides, she'll be able to come back from being dusted, while most others can't, so why not take advantage of that? It's one of the few berserk buttons an enemy can hit, for better or for worse.
Curious - Reem likes to know things. Barring that, she wants to be in the know. There's less care for her health given that she's pretty resilient, so why not taste that strange green liquid? Why not dab one of her fingers in that funny looking concoction? It also manifests in personal questions, usually without a pause in between them. Learning things makes her feel more comfortable, as if knowledge alone can protect her from the unknown.
Flaws:
Saudade - "A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves." Reem has no memories, and so she clings to the ones she makes - whether the people involved want her or not. There is a hole in her that no starseed can fill, and the pain of that cavity can drive her temperament from one side of the emotional spectrum to the other. One day she is mired in a sorrow she can't name, unable to leave the rift; the next she might be fiercely angry at this biting edge inside and lash out at a civilian who seems to have a better life, or even a friend. In short: she's dangerously clingy, in more ways than one.
Paranoia - Towards the end of her previous life, Tara Hitchcock had become victim to one of the most painful side effects of cancer treatment and medicine: paranoia that tainted her outlook on life and strained an already frayed relationship with her son. Now as Reem, it still resides in her head as an insidious other voice that acts as a reverb to her most negative thoughts. She takes personal criticisms hard and can grow defensive over even slight insults, and so at times she can be hypervigilant (for herself or on behalf of others). Most of all she fears being betrayed, which can clash with her otherwise heartfelt need to be with other people.
Simplistic - While her background is complex, Reem herself is rather one-dimensional when it comes to wants and needs. If it's not a whim or instinct, it's a shallow reasoning: she's hungry, so she's going to bite that girl's head off. That senshi needs to die because it called her ugly. She's almost got a child's understanding of the world, which tends to make it worse for everyone else since she's armed to the teeth.
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Youma ability #1: Cancerous Chitin
Reem's scale-like appearance can be redoubled and span over her entire body in the blink of an eye, becoming an tumorous, uneven, but protective armor. The chitinous growth hardens in seconds and is hard to pierce, and worse still is that if not completely cut off from her body, it can grow back while active. Fire- and ice-based attacks, however, will always halt its growth and break through it easier, and maintaining a constant growth is draining. This is essentially Reem's defensive choice that she only uses in a pinch due to how much energy it uses and can only be activated once per battle, up to thirty seconds.
Youma ability #2: Stygian Smoke
Reem natural exudes a smoke-like substance, but with an effort of will she can cover an area of up to 15ft for up to 45 seconds, twice per battle. The affected area is effectively in both magical darkness (which targets can only see 1ft ahead through) and carries the hazards of smoke inhalation if stayed in too long. Magical lights do not penetrate the smoke past 3ft, but a magical wind can disperse it.
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History / background: Logan Hitchcock's anger wasn't only innate: it was an inheritance. A curse of the bloodline.
Tara Hitchcock was born prematurely on June 30th, 1974, after 33 weeks of giving her mother morning sickness and hormonal hell. It was as if she had left the womb early in her haste to see what laid beyond. (Or she was just mad about being stuck in one place for so long.) She was a terror of her own, a young girl who refused to be dictated by her asthma or by a world that judged her mother for not having a father in the picture. This was a decade marked by scandal and women's rights, and while Tara was too young to remember most of it, the movement shaped her and her mother to be more independent.
The 80's, full of its own spit and vinegar, reinforced Tara's burgeoning anger. She was angry when her mother wouldn't let her sit with "undesirables" at school or in public. Angry at the AIDS epidemic the country wanted no spotlight on. Angry that she seemed to like girls more than boys. She channeled that anger everywhere she went: outwardly Tara was a force to be reckoned with, physically active with basketball, rebellious to the point of strain with her conservative mother, embracing the grunge music scene in its infancy and letting her hair be butchered and dyed any which way that pissed off people most. Her whole life seemed bent on just making a scene and getting away with it, anything to avoid a quiet moment at home.
And then she got pregnant.
A baby didn't magically change a person. It did, however, force Tara to confront her spiraling life with the context that someone was soon going to be relying on her getting her s**t together. And so she did--mostly. She dropped out of high school and got a job up until the baby forced her to stay at home, letting the whispers about her whore's payback only fuel her fury into proving them wrong. Tara made herself compromise: less partying, more working. A woman scorned, given enough time and gumption, could do so much more than pull herself up by her bootstraps. It wasn't all flowers and sunshine, but she did what she had to to provide for herself and newborn Logan--and eventually that meant moving out of the house and getting into medical school.
(The AIDs epidemic had struck a chord with her even when she was younger. Not even a child would stop that ambition to save.)
It's still something of a mystery as to how she managed, more still how Logan didn't end up in more trouble growing up. The magical combination of stress smoking, forced scheduling, and a few helpful friends and grandparents must have helped. Tara didn't just want to make sure her son had a better life than she did, she would ensure it. She would prove to everyone that the Hitchcock's could more than take care of themselves.
Maybe that was why they had such an odd relationship. Logan reminded her so much of herself, but now she had the wisdom of 20/20 vision and had been molded by years of anger-turned-inward-and-messily-outward. She'd known he was gay even as a pre-teen, but the world had taught Tara that they were Othered in most of the world, and she wouldn't have her son deal with extra drama he didn't need to. So she was harsh in some manners ('Don't be such a girl, don't let them see you cry, don't even think about crying.) and disturbingly like-minded in others ('Drummer in a band? Kickass, check my Alice in Chains collection for some inspo.'), in a misguided hope that he would become an independent, self-sufficient adult just like she was--but hopefully more adjusted. The end result was...mixed, but she loved Logan fiercely all the same.
But life wasn't quite done throwing the Hitchcock's curveballs, and one cold November day, Tara received the call about her results testing positive. Lung cancer. Stage IIA Non-Small Cell. About a 45% survival rate, she later read up on, if she quit smoking and reacted well to treatment. And if God would stop spitting in her eye.
(To be fair, she started it.)
Maybe it was the pile on of medication, radiation treatment, and bills. Maybe it was just Tara finally collapsing into herself. Maybe it was Logan being more and more rebellious. Whatever the case, she slowly became a shadow of herself, a pale and small woman who wasn't allowed to work anymore after collapsing one afternoon. God, or whoever, was taking her agency away, and there was nothing she could do about it except follow the doctor's orders and pray. And she was so very, very angry.
(Hadn't she suffered enough?)
Directionless and emotional, her relationship with Logan became fraught with uneasy calms between stormy confrontations, and perhaps it had been a blessing to him that she was eventually forced to stay at the hospital. There she festered with indignity as the Negaverse agent known as General Clocktine began to work on her, knowing that she needed to do better by her son but too exhausted and twisted by the disease to try. The doctor had an idea, however, an alternative, experimental treatment she qualified for that could possibly help her, if only she signed off.
All Tara thought as she scrawled a signature, nauseous from chemo and unable to concentrate through the dense fog of pain, was, Why the s**t not?
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Remission. In medical terms, it meant the subsiding of a disease's symptoms. It could be temporary or permanent, partial or whole. That was what Tara became when her starseed was ripped out: a completely new creature with an incomplete being residing within. The cancer was gone, the pain was no more--but everything else remained, distorted and patchworked with hasty hands. Even if dusted, she would simply return. Temporary death. Permanent existence.
Only now...Now, after so long, she has no master. Invaders have come and killed him with the cavalier attitude of a pest killer. And that makes Reem just a teensy, tiny bit angry.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2018 8:34 pm
Name:Devastation
Nicknames: Deva
Hobbies:
Nature Observing: Deva enjoys being out and about among nature. The sounds, colors, creatures all fascinate her. She's found that if she's quiet or slow enough with her movements, the animals and the sounds around her don't suddenly disappear. Despite her rather, odd appearance, Deva tries to go out whenever she's afforded the chance. The cover of night proves to be the safest option for her, however she's found that she much prefers to hide in the woods during the daylight hours.
Gardening: Devastation oddly enough, loves to garden. She has collected a plethora of seeds, both flower and tree in nature and has planted them in some part of the rift. As such she has grown a small, but vast guarden in her little corner of the rift. Her guarden differs from others however. Where the plants of the world above are soft and round, Deva's plants are hard and jagged. Crystals shimmer and sparkle in place of petals on most, if not all of the plants. Others are either dead or tainted by the chaos embedded in the rift. While these were not the plants Deva set out to grow, she still tends to them with all the care she can give.
Virtues:
Nurturing: Oddly enough, Deva loves seeing growth. Life. Be it plants, animals or the humans around her. There's just something about it that draws her too it. Deva has on occasion tried to gently push a growing plant or to on to something it might cling to and grow. Or gently try to scoop up a bird thats fallen from its nest or whatever small creature she might come across and return it home.
Patient: Despite everything Deva has been through, or at least, that she remembers being through, Deva is patient. She understands that a little bit of patience can go a long way. She is willing to wait things out, should the situation call for it
Flaws:
Gentle: Unsurprisingly. Devastation is primarily gentle in nature. While she has been known to attack on occasion, more often than not, Deva will opt to stand back and just observe. If forced to attack, Deva is prone to hesitation and can fumble her attacks and movements. She would rather flee than fight.
Shy: While Deva is gentle and curious, she is also quite shy upon first meetings. It can take a while for her to over come this and act as she normally does. Her shy nature can work against her when she's in a situation where she has to defend herself.
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Youma ability #1: Miasma
Devastation can produce a thin vapor of miasma. Those caught in the mist might experience a burning sensation where ever the gas comes into contact with bare skin. Breathing in the vapor can overwhelm the victim, causing both a stinging sensation in their lungs and blurred vision. This attack has an area of effect of 5 feet and can last up to 35 seconds.
Youma ability #2:Exoskeleton Shed -
Much like a snake or spider, Deva is know to shed her skin. After sustaining enough damage, Deva will opt to harden and then shed her skin. She can use this as a decoy to try and escape if the situation calls for it. Otherwise she might use it as a chance to take the upper hand in a fight. This ability does come with a downside however. While Deva has rid herself of the damage she has taken, once she has shed her skin, any damage she takes now is almost as if it were double.
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History / background:Desire.
Noun. A strong feeling of wanting to have something, or wishing something to happen.
Growing up, her one desire had been, to be a mother. She had wanted nothing more. It would be hard, they told her. It could potentially kill her, if it die itself. She'd been sick her whole life. Missing antibodies or something. Whatever, she didn't care. That's what they had doctor's for wasn't it? To take care of her when she was sick. That was their job. Just as she was sure it was hers, to be a mother.
She didn't care about the risks. She'd do anything for her desires.
There had been... attempts. Try after try, and each one just further proved what the Doctors, her family, life had told her she couldn't do. She never forgot them though. Each one just further fueled that desire. She wasn't about to give up on it.
Until finally, after many tries and failed attempts. Finally she had achieved her Desire. A son. Logan. A natural born fighter, just like herself.
She loved him with every fiber of her being. She would do the best she could for him. She was going to make sure he got everything he wanted, everything she couldn't have. Whatever his little heart desired.
Time had passed, and as she watched her son grow and flourish, she found herself withering and wilting. She knew she was sick, she always had been. But she had not been prepared for the answer she got from the very people who told her all her life she couldn't do it.
She was dying.
Even now, she could still remember the look on Logan's face when he found out. The pain.
Before, she had always been at terms with her illness’, she wasn’t going to let them beat her. No matter how hard she fell, or how much they dragged her down. But now, she had her desire. Something to fight for. She wasn’t about to lose her desire now.
She had been desperate for a cure. They both had been. She could remember the sleepless nights lost that they had spent looking up people and places. Researching ways.
Until once again, after many tries and failed attempts, someone came to her. He offered her a cure. A way out. New. Experimental. She could remember the hesitation, both on her end, and Logan’s. They were both unsure. But what else could they do. Time was running out. She didn’t have much time left. They agreed.
With one last kiss on the cheek. She kissed her Desire goodbye.
Devastation.
Noun. Great destruction or damage. Severe and overwhelming shock or grief.
She felt nothing, as she awoke. She could, however, hear the anguished cries from someone down the hall. It was nothing, he told her. She had a new name now. A new life. She couldn’t understand what he had meant back then. But she knew one thing.
She’d lost her Desire, and it gave way to Devastation.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2018 6:01 pm
After a great deal of deliberation and time and thought we have decided that medigel's entry best encompasses a personality and a history that is well thought out and works with the storylines and prompts given! Congrats!!!
Thank you so much to you guys for entering and participating in the event!!
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