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Age: Unknown
Race: Prism, Fallen, Fae
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 145lbs
Body Type: Well toned.
Blood Type: Unknown
Temperament: Carnivaal likes to get a rise out of people, she likes the physical confrontation. Shes very sarcastic and blunt, very rarely will she sugar coat anything. She isn't the most friendly of people to get along with, but she can be a valuable ally. Loyal when she needs to be, otherwise a smart mouth who likes money. A "What's in it for me?" attitude.
Traits
Prism Abilities: Carnivaal has the ability to absorb the color of her surroundings through her eyes. Through absorbing the color she is able to convert it into a more solid and useable substance pertaining to the elements. Reds and scarlet's would produce flame or the equivalent of. Greens would produce earth elements like soil, rock, trees, and other plant life. Blue tones would produce water attributes varying between the actual liquid or its solid ice form. Yellows would be the least of the solid substances, producing more of a gas or healing properties. The usual Prism is only able to hold two or three colors, a High Prism is able to hold more then that. However, the color is contained within a gold ring surrounding the outside of the irises. When the user uses too much of the color, the halo will snap, allowing the color to roam freely through the whites of the eyes and driving that person into madness. Carnivaal's halo had long snapped, but madness seems.. becoming.
Fallen Abilities: Her Fallen traits are where she gets her wings from as well as the ability to absorb pain. Through these abilities, it allows her access to a slow regeneration rate if she is injured or loses a limb, but it doesn't completely heal the wound. She may be able to absorb the pain to help push her through certain circumstances, but she does scar easy.
Fae Abilities: These abilities allow her to hear whispers or voice of 'spirits' and the like. For example, an ordinary human wouldn't be able to hear a tree say anything, but with her abilities, she may choose whether or not to converse with them. More of a spiritual ability, it works with the elements as well as animal.
Weapons
Bone-Fused Chains: These chains are built of a special type of metal that when placed in certain high temperatures, it will fuse itself with damn near anything, including bone. The chains that she has are fused into the main bones of her wings, each link flattened and sharpened for maximum effectiveness.
Double-Bladed Twin Swords: These two swords are completely identical, both attached the chains near the hilt. These chains are fused to her wings as well, folded in in such a way that it appeared like metal feathers. Each sword holds two blades, folded in on themselves to form one thicker blade or two smaller, swiveling blades. The mechanism locks the blades into place unless she forces the momentum a certain way which unlocks both. Similar to a butterfly knife, these blades are also sharpened for maximum effectiveness.
Brief History
Carnivaal was born in the black abyss under a large city supported by large thick black chains. Born to be used as a tool for war, her father, The False God of Chains, had sought an uprising upon the surface dwellers. Upon the surface within the City of Chains, the people of the city had no idea there was anyone living in the Abyss, and would often throw their dead into the pit as a way to appease the Gods. Unknown to them, the abyss dwellers had been feasting upon their dead, forming a new army within the darkness from the bones of their kin.
Carnivaal had been used by her father in order to keep the city in line, when the war had struck, she had been there to help provide a larger feast for her kin and helped her father over take the city. When she had chosen to resign, her father had sought a punishment worse then death. He had scorched her wings, fusing the very weapons she used for that war into her very bones as a constant reminder. Using one of these chains, he had wrapped it around her neck and had left her suspended by the throat hanging over the abyss, unable to die.
Years would pass, her blood had dried and her fury built, she had snapped one of the bones in her wings to free the chain as well as herself.
 Nyx Hemera · Tue Jul 31, 2012 @ 08:25pm · 0 Comments |
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