Post by AUVREA IATORO on Jan 23, 2015 13:27:27 GMT
[attr="class","appbody"] [attr="class","appcat"]bio Alone. Spinning, spinning, always alone. Words to speak? None. Just a simple, empty nothing. Isn't there more then this? Isn't there more then the senselessness? Where is sense? Where is life, light and people? Tirelessly spinning, round and round it all goes. From a start of nowhere, the journey is forward - start it with a single step. A simple idiom that speaks to the soul, that speaks to the being that moves past. Move forward or else the ages will come forward and snare the last, unforgiving touches. Learning how to walk. Learning how to speak. How to be human, from a curious, laughing person. A small soul that became a child, and then, out of it's curiosity grew. Step forward, step forward on a journey. And step further, further ahead. Perhaps walking wasn't the only method, as a love of music, as a love of people seemed to rise, almost like the tide. They laughed and delighted when spinning, when showing them how to spin, when showing them a wondrous, dangerous dance. The flames didn't touch, some muttered magic, and some were just thinking it was a good show. That was known. Dancing. Dancing until this world ends. Traveling, moving along on the journey, dancing was the link. Dancing for smiles, dancing for coins, dancing for others to watch and stare. The clink of chains, the rattled dragging of obligations, underlined by the fire of amusement and curiosity. That was the life, this is what was sought. Or was it? [attr="class","appcat"]lore & abilities The souls of the damned, of the unblessed. Wandering, crying souls, or just a trickster soul. People cannot decide on a representation, other that yes, it is a soul. A soul of someone, or perhaps something long ago. And thus, each one is different, each one is unique, but her story is something that is still told today. She dances, she doesn't listen to her guardians. They warn her, that her dancing invites the dark things, that it is near heretical the way she's open, the way she doesn't care. She doesn't heed their warnings. A monster, a devil of a man, comes to her, charms her, seeks her out. She falls for him, and puts stock in his lies, in his tales. At this point, the story diverges, depending on what the storyteller wants to impart. Over two hundred endings, over two hundred paths, all for just one girl. But her end was simple - she danced. She danced with the monster, until she caught on fire. And then she danced more, dancing whilst the flames took what was left of her, and she danced even more, becoming a beautiful, dancing red flame. She still danced, even when only a fire in the air, letting herself become a feu-follet. Some may call it a will-o-wisp, some may call it a kitsune flame - they are agreeably all in the same family to say the least. IMMATERIAL - Her natural body, the one she was born with as a monster, is of a flame. What's important to notice is that she's a spiritual flame. Without actually forcing her will into it, she cannot effect the material world other then providing light. This has the light side of making her relatively immune to anything physical as well. However, magical anything can touch her, either it be a spell, an item or just an effect. She can force herself to be material, but it opens herself to actual weakness then. FIRE SOUL - She has a natural control over fire. She can use a variety of fire based attacks and moves, and can absorb fire in order to strengthen herself. She particularly thrives on magical fires, such as another monster's fire or witches' fire. Physical fire is a bit more difficult, but still manageable. Fire doesn't damage her at all, she is immune to it, and in fact enjoys it. ILLUSIONS - Being of a trickster nature at times, she can create small illusions with her flames, such as taking the voice of a person dear to them, or perhaps even showing the features of the person's face within the flames. If anything, she can communicate by using the voice of others, and their expressions whilst in flame form. The illusions are absolutely minor, and always reflect a change on herself rather then on the environment or someone else. PERFECT DANCER - When dealing with dance, she can learn it just by observing, reproducing it nearly immediately. She is very adaptable whilst dancing, and can preform tricks of dance that may take others years to format their body to do the proper movements. She is perfectly capable of dancing just about anything, so long as she has seen it at least once, even in passing. NEEDLES - Take a needle and plant it in the earth - she must pass over it before reaching her intended target. Burying is relative, so long as it sticks out of the ground. Once can, to make this more efficient, make sure that the needle shines, to combine two of her weaknesses. SHINY THINGS - On the same thought of a needle, one can place anything shiny in the ground, and she'll be compelled to try and dig it out, out of curiosity of course. Depending on the item, it may harm her or not, as she will natural float over the object in a pendulum motion several times... so anything sharp works. PONDS - If one finds themselves near a pond, throw a rock in it. She'll dive after it. ATTACHMENT - If one can find the attachment of her soul to the world, for example her need to dance, then one could possible passively purify her by simply helping her fufill the longing. ALWAYS DANCING - Not necessarily a way to kill her, but to incapacitate her. She must always dance at least once a day. If one can prevent her from dancing in any way, shape or form for a single day, she will be unable to maintain her human form and it burns away for the rest of the month. | [attr="class","appname"]AUVREA IATORO [attr="class","appicon"] [attr="class","appstats"] AGE: 017 SEX: F RACE: FEU FOLLET HOMELAND: NORTHERN WASTES CONTRACT: Y [attr="class","appquote"]if the measures of life were valued with death, then let us pass on with proud smiles. at that keystone to final moments, we are light. |
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