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Umbra

2018-03-26T02:35:44Z

Kandrinchae: Created page with "{{CharacterNew |NameOnMUSH=Umbra |Color=#333 |TextColor=#c1c1c1 |Char_id=1715 |Img=http://www.nzweek.com/file/2016/09/rachel-mcadams-gets-new-boyfriend.jpg |FullName=Zana Xand..."

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Umbra
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1715
|Img=http://www.nzweek.com/file/2016/09/rachel-mcadams-gets-new-boyfriend.jpg
|FullName=Zana Xandrix
|Gender=Female
|Species=Nebulon
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Space Merc
|Citizenship=Nerbulos
|Residence=SS Subsonic
|Education=Nebulos
|Groups=Space
|Quote="You have to treat your weapon with respect. You never know when it will turn on you."
|PAge=27
|AAge=34
|DOB=05-01-1984
|Height=6'
|Weight=190lb
|Hair=Blond
|Eyes=One Green One Blue
|Actor=Rachel McAdams
|Song=https://youtu.be/CGfKi6kpdTQ
|Profile=Zana Xandrix is not from around here. She is from a far away world named Nebulon. Having escaped an alien war brought to her planet with her husband, Piston, the duo have taken up as mercenaries in the cosmos. She also has a penchant for liking to steal technology and old relics.
|Description=Standing at about six feet tall, Umbra is lithe and almost willowy in appearance. She moves with a quick grace and deterity that is not normal, but she looks it. Pale skin and full lips she is in her later twenties. With golden blond hair that is usually pulled back into a simple ponytail. A single bright fuschia streak goes back from one temple. Her eyes are unusual in that one is blue and the other is green, heterochromia it's called.
Most of the time she wears a dark purple body suit. In fact it looks like what you might think someone would wear beneath a space suit or some other larger armored equipment. This suit itself has parts that are armored and attachment points for something.
|History=There is not much of interest in the life of Umbra, aka Zana Xandrix, on Nebulos before she became a world-class engineer as well as the most-wanted relic thief on the planet. She was no one special growing up and made her way by her wits and he skills. Dexterous and lithe with nimble hands and a quick mind she easily fell into the underbelly life of the technologically advanced planet. Under the tutelage of a world-class conman she was tutored and trained and eventually made her own name.
It wasn't all bad of course. She met her husband at the tail end of her training. They married a year after she graduated. Unfortunately it was in that year things changed. And shortly after their marriage that the Decepticon Subsonic made an offer to Mr. Xandrix. Her husband, a brilliant mechanical engineer in his own right, had gotten the attention of Scorponok. Wanting to perfect the Target, Power, and Headmaster technology for their side, he sent Subsonic to offer Dross the choice. Work for the Decepticons, or be watch his wife be killed.
Given a day to decide to two argued heavily. Zana wanted to go to the Council of Peers, but Dross was convinced the Decepticons would win in the end. Having been hired by their government to assess the potential damage these new enemies could bring, he eventually won her over. Though they both had reservations when Subsonic returned Zana told her both of us or neither. The Decepticon liked the fire in the woman and so decided to take them both.
Dross and Zana underwent the unpleasant and painful genetic modifications to be able to conform and wear the specialists 'Master' suits. Zana and Subsonic were bonded together as Targetmasters. Dross was made a Powermaster to another Decepticon. Lucky for Zana Subsonic was tired of the war. Tired of the idiocy of the Decepticon leadership and just wanted to get away. The married couple and Subsonic hatched a plan to escape Nebulos and the conflict.
It was not a pretty fight. They were able to take out Dross' bot, but not without a lot of damage to Subsonic. The pair were able to hold her together through their combined expertise. And having been working with the transformers for a year at that point they were familiar with their technology. After all they had been perfecting the binary-bond technology. When Dross fast-bonded with Subsonic he also overpowered her. Their FTL jump sent them into a part of space no Transformer has been to before. Or Nebulons for that matter. Subsonic is in a state of stasis and stuck in her 'alt' mode. That of a small, sleek, and fast spacecraft. Zana and Dross have done what they can do wake her up, but she is never able to stay conscious for more than a few minutes at a time. So they don't try it often, unsure what sort of damage they are doing to their friend.
Two years have passed since their escape and the two have found themselves in a different life. Still stealing and selling the goods to the highest bidder, they have a whole galaxy and universe in which to practice their trade of theft and the occasional hired gig.
|Personality=Kana is passionate and brilliant, quick with a smile or a sneer. Yet she is always in control of herself. She relishes life and sometimes takes risks, but they are not reckless or not thought out. With a bit of a theft problem and a mind that hungers to know more she is always seeking, always curious, always wanting to know more.
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Redstar

2018-02-20T22:33:02Z

Kandrinchae:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Vicky
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1618
|FullName=Victoria Jones
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/Z1teQAN.png
|Gender=Female
|Species=Metahuman
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Runaway
|Citizenship=USA
|Residence=Varied
|Education=High School
|Quote="The world is much darker than I ever imagined..." Vicky "When the angel's away, the devil comes to play." Starr
|PAge=17
|AAge=17
|DOB=29 February 2008
|Height=6'3"
|Weight=200 lbs.
|Hair=Auburn
|Eyes=Vicky - Blue, Starr - Red
|Themesong="Unwell" by Matchbox 20
|Actor=Jennifer Lawrence
|Profile=Vicky has a complicated past that goes back before her birth. With a demonic heritage and two souls in one body, there is constant struggle for supremecy. After escaping the institution her parents put her in she fled to New York city and is now one of many teen runaways in the city.
|Description=Victoria is a tall young woman in her late teens. And by tall she is easily talled than most men standing over six feet. She has an hourglass figure whether she wants it or not, and the way she slumps she probably doesn't. Eyes the color of ice stare out from bangs and locks of hair that fall across her face. Her auburn red hair falls to midback and looks to need a wash. That said she looks a little dirty and grimmy all over. She would just be another teenage runaway if not for the wings that sprout from her back. They are darkly colored in reddish tinted flesh and resemble what many artists have deemed dragon wings. The sail membranes are leathery and light can be seen through them making them glow like fire. The finger spars end in sharp points that have a deadly sharpness to their look. At the bridge of the spras are two black bony spikes that match the tips of her wings. These wings are not hideable as even folded they either drag on the ground or tower over her by a foot and a half. The size is probably necessary to be able to carry her. All of her shirts have been cut so that their backs are wide open, allowing room for her wings. An old long sleeve blue shirt has been rigged with a snap at the neck so that the shirt doesn't keep falling off. She wears holey jeans and simple hiking boots. She would look like a normal teenage...but...
|History=Her story begins before birth. Her parents were followers of a cult that worshipped a 'demon'. They actually had a small amount of real magic among them and were able to make contact. Plots and deals for power were made and Vicky was conceived in a dark ritual. One that tied the soul of a child of the demon, Starr, intrinsically with the child. The plan was that another ritual would be done once the babe was born that would awake the demon soul slumbering inside which would devour the soul ever human is born with and take its place. Instead her mother was killed as the result of a car accident while driving to the site where the ritual and birth would happen. She survived to the hospital and perished minutes after Victoria was born via cesarean section. Her mother never saw her and she never knew her. No one came forward to claim the baby and authorities were unable to track down any record or relatives. She went into the foster system and was quickly adopted by her childless foster parents. She was raised in Statford, Connecticut. Her parents were well off and saw she was well educated in private schools. Starr remained dormant until Vicky's own self awareness really began to cement as a child, around the age of four. For a couple of years she was too disoriented to do anything but whisper in dreams. By the time Vicky was entering the 5th grade Starr was starting to cause problems. Whispering encouragement to do the wrong thing, making her doubt herself, and otherwise causing no end of distraction and upset. She was a good person, Vicky. And she fought it until she couldn't stand it anymore and everyone could tell she was distracted. Her grades fell, she withdrew, and was quickly diagnosed with depression. Soon schizophrenia was added when she mentioned the voice. They tried to insist the meds would help, but they never did. When she told them they would switch drugs. All they did was make her sleepy or hyper, but they never shut Starr up. Soon Private school wasn't an option and she had to have private tutoring at home. She would argue with Starr, tell her to be quiet, and soon even her parents had enough. The day they were taking her to an institution was the day her powers, and Starr, awoke. The car crashed and her folks were hurt. Starr had taken control for the first time and was clumsy, awkward, and slow. She tried to escape, but was quickly apprehended by authorities. She was affixed with a control collar and sent to a mental institution specifically for mutants. It was also a place for illegal testing on mutants for the company that ultimately owned the institution. Vicky and Starr never knew this part, of course, being only a patient. The days after her awakening were full of pain and endless hunger as the wings burst, quite literally, from small lumps on her back. In those first few weeks the mental battle that waged left her often in catatonic like states. Vicky finally understood that her 'voice' was way more than that. Starr was furious at being caged physically as well as, sometimes, mentally. So Vicky was often treated as violent, even though it was Starr who was the violent one. Due to her schizophrenic background the staff didn't buy it and to subdue her pumped her full of sedatives. It allowed for Vicky to stay, mostly, in control. Her parents had some sway, and money, and while they wanted nothing more to do with her they didn't want her to suffer. They saw that her education was continued as it could be inside. On her birthday and Christmas they sent gifts, mostly stuffed animals, and cards. Vicky was depressed and sedated and her will was constantly sapped in her battles with Starr. So the urge and effort to escape only surged when she and the drugs faltered and Starr forced through. It would be just after her seventeenth birthday that the fire happened. Many of the inmates escaped or were set free by the terrorist group that had attacked the place. Vicky and Starr had been locked in another mental battle as the fire rages around them. Finally Starr won out with, for once, reason. Starr didn't ask why they were freeing people when a suited and masked terrorist approached her with the collar key. And as soon as it was broken she put her heat to melting the lock around her wings. Then freedom. It has been a little while since the escape and in that time she has fled south to New York City and Central Park. Vicky remembered visits and only through grudging cease fire have they managed to avoid recapture and survive as a likely wanted runaway on the city streets. Vicky wants to find one of the mutant groups for help, while Starr rebels against the very idea claiming good folk will only see them locked up again. And so slowly they're contention begins again.
|Personality=Vicky: If anyone would be considered the primary soul of their shared body it would be Vicky. She has experienced life as the one in sole control. Despite this Starr has always been there, a dark voice urging her to violence and wickedness or just outright causing her headaches and distractions. No one believed her and the medication for schizophrenia and depression and ADHD did nothing didn't fix it. It has caused her to be withdrawn about her problems and unsure of herself. Despite this she knows she will always fight to do the right thing, if only to go against Starr and her constant badgering and dark comments. Vicky is a light of hope despite this. Caring and deeply nurturing. In a lot of ways very maternal though she is young. She cares and she hopes and she does what she can to fight the darkness inside. Starr: She is a demonic essence crafted into a human soul. For most of their life she has been trapped and unable to do anything but watch as life played out. She could make herself heard and often did causing no end of misery for Vicky. Torment became her only form of enjoyment in life. Starr is cruel and vindictive. Prone to sudden fury just as much as drastic hurt. A life bound behind someone elses eyes has not prepared her for the intensity of feelings. Starr considers human life beneath her though she doesn't quite understand why, not that it really matters to her. She believes the strong should rule and through her powers she can bring even the mighty to their knees. Her opinion of course. Over confident, sometimes cocky, and drawn to new experiences she is often has childlike wonder for the world around her when she does experience them.
|Abilities='''COLD MANIPULATION''' Vicky is your own personal A/C unit if you will. She can drop the temperature in an area to arctic winter levels. Her lowest recorded environmental drop is -128 degree Fahrenheit, cold enough to freeze water very quickly to immediately depending on depth. It also can cause hypothermia and frostbite to begin setting in within a minute or two in normal people, more if there is a wind. She is limited to a 200' sphere around her that can be effected. Living Things: She can drop a person's internal temperature. Luckily for her a person isn't dead until they are warm and dead. A person must be within her line of sight. As she cannot use her thermographic vision and Cold Manipulation at the same time, she cannot use it on people out of sight. Once they are affected, however, she can continue the effect until they are outside her sphere of influence. She is able to drop someone who is willing or unconscious, and not struggling, into a state of cryostasis. It lasts as long as Vicky is focusing on them. When doing this the only thing she can do is speak, eat/drink, and perform basic tasks (No reading, not in depth discussions, flying, etc). They cannot leave her line of sight. Waking them, however, is something she can't do, but Starr can. When she stops they will start to thaw, but will need medical intervention to warm them up and possibly shock them to revive. If they have any kind of super-human stamina it won't work, but they will suffer immediate onset of hypothermia and the start of frostbite. The more resilient they are against the elements the less they are affected. She can lower a person's internal temperature to as low as 90 degrees. This is likely to cause a normal person to be immediately afflicted with severe hypothermia and all symptoms associate with it. Vicky will only do this in a life and death situation, as it almost certainly means permanent nerve damage in the extremities and other life-long complications. Objects: Sudden temperature changes can cause many normal materials to become brittle and fragile. While her environmental manipulation is limited to -128 F, she can focus her sphere of influence down into a soccer ball or smaller sized sphere. This is detailed in Cold Sphere in more depth. These spheres get as cold as -340F, the freezing point of nitrogen. Liquid nitrogen has negative effects on many normal substances. Granted, she can only effect a soccer ball sized space and smaller at any time. And ONLY that, no other powers beyond Flight. '''COLD SPHERE''' While she can only bring the environmental temperature to -128 F, when she shrinks her focus down to a soccer ball or smaller sized sphere the temperature drops even more. Vicky has put less effort into training this ability than Starr and has no interest in hurting or killing, so it is more utility than offense. These spheres reach -340 degrees F, the freezing point of nitrogen which creates liquid nitrogen. As long as she focuses on the sphere and uses no other Cold abilities, she can move it anywhere within a 200' sphere around her that she can see. If it goes out of sight her control vanishes and a soccer ball sized sphere of liquid nitrogen will fall and splatter whatever is around it. Whatever liquid nitrogen normally effects, she can effect. '''DEMONIC HERITAGE''' She has demon blood in her veins, whether Vicky likes it or not. She believes she is simply a mutant, not a metahuman, but someday the truth may be revealed. It has gifted her powers, wings and flight, as well as eternal youth and long life. She is resistant to most normal diseases and could live to be 1000 years old. She heals at a slightly accelerated rate, but nothing phenominal. A laceration will heal in two days, a broken bone (depending on severity) in a week or two, and organs can repair themselves over months as long as she is alive. This healing ability will not save her life or bring her back from the dead. She is able to send other demonic presences on par with her own power level. Those of great ability are able to mask their presence from her. Her range is 200'. The close she gets the stronger the feeling will get. '''FLIGHT''' Vicky and Starr share this ability. It is part of their demonic heritage. Max flight time is four hours with a needed 8 hour rest after. Her maximum speed is 85 mph. She can awkwardly hover for a few minutes, but her wings are made to keep her moving and not hovering. It tires her out very quickly. From the ground she can reach 30mph in 30 seconds. From any ledge over 10' she can reach top speed in 20 seconds. She is capable of carry around 250lbs, but her flight maximum is cut in half and she can only fly at 50 MPH. '''FOREVER YOUNG''' Genetics have gifted her with one handy thing. Despite only being 18 Vicky looks to be in her early twenties. She has for several years now. Likely she will be one of those people who ages almost imperceptibly. When she is 80 she will look 40. From there she will only age so that at 100 she looks and feels to be only 40. Every hundred years she survives she ages 5 years. Eventually she will be old and die if she survives. This is likely to be somewhere between 800-1000 years. '''HEAT MANIPULATION''' Starr is your own personal heating unit if you will. She can raise the temperature in an area to deep dessert summer levels. Her highest recorded environment was 128 degree Fahrenheit. This is hot enough to begin the process of heat stroke, especially if the sun is already out and shinning. Sweating, exhaustion, and disorientation will set in within a few minutes. She is limited to a 200' sphere around her that can be effected. Living Things: She can raise a person's internal temperature like a fever. A person must be within her line of sight. As she cannot use her thermographic vision and Heat Manipulation at the same time, she cannot use it on people out of sight. Once they are affected, however, she can continue the effect until they are outside her sphere of influence or she chooses to stop. The more resilient they are against heat or the greater their stamina the less they are affected. She can raise a person's internal temperature to be as high as 110 degrees. Taken from britannica.com: Mild or moderate states of fever (up to 105 °F 40.55 °C) cause weakness or exhaustion but are not in themselves a serious threat to health. More serious fevers, in which body temperatures rise to 108 °F (42.22 °C) or more, can result in convulsions and death. Objects: High heat can melt objects, or make them malleable. While her environmental manipulation is limited to 128 F, she can focus her sphere of influence down into a soccer ball or smaller sized sphere. This is detailed in Heat Sphere in more depth. These spheres get as hot as 1500F, the melting point of Iron. She can make it less than this if she wishes. She may only create spheres, one at a time, and cannot use other abilities beyond her Flight. '''HEAT SPHERE''' While Starr can only bring the environmental temperature to 128 F, when she shrinks her focus down to a soccer ball or smaller sized sphere the temperature can raise even more. Starr has focused on making herself more dangerous and deadly and so the temperature she can focus is higher. These spheres reach 1500 degrees F, the melting point of Iron. As long as she focuses on the sphere and uses no other Heat or thermal abilities, she can move it anywhere within a 200' sphere around her that she can see. If it goes out of sight her control vanishes and the sphere of heat will dissipate. Anything flammable it touches will be set on fire. Anything that has a lower melting temperature than 1500 degrees F will be effected. Starr isn't a fan of incineration, the pain isn't as epic, so often her spheres are merely hot enough to char flesh and cause fires. '''TEMPERATURE IMMUNITY''' This ability is always active and both Vicky and Starr are immune to temperature extremes. Also their body temperatures are always perfect for comfort. They don't burn or freeze or suffer from temperature extremes. They can survive temperature extremes of magma and the cold of space. Anything past this will burn or freeze her. '''THEMOGRAPHIC SENSES''' This ability is available to both Vicky and Starr. They are able to see in infrared through a conscious effort. It causes severe eye-strain to do and can lead to debilitating headaches when they use it too long or too often. Yet it can be an invaluable tool of survival. Her iris dialates all the way to the max, making her eyes appear black, when she uses this power. '''WINGS''' Vicky and Starr share the body and so share the wings. They are an oddity compared to her other powers, but their origin is very simple. They are the telltale marks of her dark magic beginnings. A gift from the demonic heritage that would have been fully Starr's if rituals had been done in her infancy like they should have. The wings and the ability to fly are a vestige of that. The skin is as strong as steel and the barbs can pierce stone and some metals. They are sharp enough to pierce and tear through steel, but not tungsten. The bones, likewise, are dense and hard to break. Again comparable to steel.
|Skills='''BASIC EDUCATION''' Despite being in a facility for two years, they were descent enough to continue her education when they weren't poking and proding her. She has everything she needs to get a GED, but escaped before gaining hers. '''FLIGHT''' The last month she has finally been able to learn, practice and improve her ability in flight. She can hover awkwardly now and her top speed is increasing as is her stamina. She can currently fly for two hours straight in decent weather with ease. Pushing herself she can go four or five, but then has to rest for at least 8 hours. Wing strain is a thing. '''MARTIAL ARTS''' Her mother insisted she know how to defend herself. She went regularly every week to a Kenpo school and had gotten her green belt when her mutant abilities, and Starr, exploded into her life. '''SURVIVAL''' Vicky was in the girl scouts. She earned numerous badges involving wood craft and some urban survival skills as well.
|Resources='''HIDEOUT''' Central Park is filled with nooks and cranies and forgotten places. Vicky has found a long unused storage closet built into a concrete overpass walkway. The door melded with the wall due to the murals, graffiti, and other things. She has managed to scavenge blankets and sleeping bags to make a sort of nest. What cans of food she has are here. The door can be closed, but not really locked. Though it opens inward so she can brace it. WHen she found it there were metal shelves and old paint buckets and random dead janitorial supplies.
|Weaknesses='''DEMONIC HERITAGE''' Starr was meant for great things. To devour Vicky's consciousness and soul to gain greater power. To become a leader of her father's worshippers and minions on this plane. But the death of her mother, while nine months pregnant with her, saw things changed. The car crash killed both her parents, but her mother survived long enough for the doctors to perform an emergency cesarean section. The police were unable to trace any living relatives and when no one came forward she was put up for adoption. There is still potential in her blood and somewhere out there a fanatical cult that wonders where their demon-child went. This may some day come back to haunt her, especially if her demonic father decides to find her. '''FAITH SUSCEPTIBLE''' Starr is unable to enter hallowed ground. When Vicky does it makes Starr weak and unable to take over or fight her. Of course her family went to church every Sunday, but were otherwise not very religious. Those who use faith as a power can cause severe damage to Starr, while Vicky will remain unaffected. Faith magic is designed to attack demons. However she can never be exorcised, the two souls are bound together and to the body. Any attempts to do so will cause illness and wasting away until death takes them. Holy Water will burn her as will crosses and relics of Christianity. Though crosses will not ward her away from a person, they are a source of pain and danger so she treats them with the respect anyone would treat a gun or similar weapon. '''LIFESAVER''' Vicky is a true and pure soul. The idea of hurting someone, let alone killing them, goes against the very core of her being. The only thing that would make her kill another human being, or human-like, would be through some sort of mind control. She just can't do it and the thought of potentially causing it makes her put her own life at risk rather than using most of her powers. It also means she will only ever progress in her control and strength very slowly if at all. She is terrified of her abilities, but she also recognizes that they can be very useful, even helpful, and is willing to try. But she can never take a life. If somehow her powers result in someones demise she will then suffer from PTSD, which would cause her to be unable to use her cold powers at all until she has somehow come to terms with what she has done. '''MAGIC SUSCEPTIBILITY''' Because of the circumstances of her birth, Vicky and Starr are susceptible to magic. It likely wouldn't have lasted if things had gone the course they should have, but unfortunately or fortunately they didn't. Their ability to resist magic is extremely low and only very weak magic do they have any remote chance of really fighting. Damage done by magic causes more damage as well and often will kick the current soul out of control of their body. '''OBVIOUS MUTATION''' Large draconic wings sprouted and grew from Vicky's back when her powers awoke. There is no way to hide them and it makes life difficult. From fitting into tight spaces to finding clothes. She wears a lot of unitards or altered halter tops. Most people assume she is a mutant or metahuman, the later being correct. More often she is thought to be a mutant and subject to all the scorn and hate they take. '''PARENTS''' Her parents love her, but are terrified of her after Starr attacked and severely and permanently injured their mother. They want her found and put back in custody for the safety of herself and others. A private detective has even been hired to try and find her. There is a missing persons report out with notes that she is violent and to use extreme caution. Her parents believe she is a mutant, as has everyone else, but she is really a metahuman due to her demonic blood. '''RUNAWAY''' Not only did Vicky run away, but she ran away from the facility where her parents had her tucked away for 'special care'. She is on file as a schizophrenic and no one but her really understands the depth of her duality. This will cause no end of trouble if and when she encounters authority and government. It makes getting medical care tricky to boot. '''TWO FOR ONE''' A normal person doesn't have to compete with another conscious and soul for control of the body. But that is Vicky and Starr's daily struggle, fighting and struggling against one another. If one or the other feels the issue worth it they can force a challenge of wills, causing her to pause and be unable to act until one or the other gives in. '''URGES RUN WILD''' Starr hungers for living in her own way. For most of the last 18 years she has contended with the fact she could not control or enjoy the world beyond watching her counterparts all too sweet and innocent life. So she has a tendency to go over board and give in to basic urges such as anger, lust, and even fear. '''WANTED''' Starr has attacked and hurt people, caused fires and damage, and is basically not someone that the Police want on the street. Unfortunately Starr and Vicky look exactly alike except for their eyes. That means Vicky is blamed for the violence and horror that Starr has caused. She wasn't charged for her attack on her parents because of their influence, but since her escape she has been listed as a possible terrorist linked to those who attacked the institution. As such authority is likely to react violently.
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Redstar

2018-02-09T03:57:56Z

Kandrinchae: quote

Redstar

2018-02-09T03:53:32Z

Kandrinchae: Play By change

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Vicky
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1618
|FullName=Victoria Jones
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/Z1teQAN.png
|Gender=Female
|Species=Metahuman
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Runaway
|Citizenship=USA
|Residence=Varied
|Education=High School
|Quote="I'm definitely no in Kansas anymore." Vicky "Hello world, come to mama!" Starr
|PAge=17
|AAge=17
|DOB=29 February 2008
|Height=6'3"
|Weight=200 lbs.
|Hair=Auburn
|Eyes=Vicky - Blue, Starr - Red
|Themesong="Unwell" by Matchbox 20
|Actor=Jennifer Lawrence
|Profile=Vicky has a complicated past that goes back before her birth. With a demonic heritage and two souls in one body, there is constant struggle for supremecy. After escaping the institution her parents put her in she fled to New York city and is now one of many teen runaways in the city.
|Description=Victoria is a tall young woman in her late teens. And by tall she is easily talled than most men standing over six feet. She has an hourglass figure whether she wants it or not, and the way she slumps she probably doesn't. Eyes the color of ice stare out from bangs and locks of hair that fall across her face. Her auburn red hair falls to midback and looks to need a wash. That said she looks a little dirty and grimmy all over. She would just be another teenage runaway if not for the wings that sprout from her back. They are darkly colored in reddish tinted flesh and resemble what many artists have deemed dragon wings. The sail membranes are leathery and light can be seen through them making them glow like fire. The finger spars end in sharp points that have a deadly sharpness to their look. At the bridge of the spras are two black bony spikes that match the tips of her wings. These wings are not hideable as even folded they either drag on the ground or tower over her by a foot and a half. The size is probably necessary to be able to carry her. All of her shirts have been cut so that their backs are wide open, allowing room for her wings. An old long sleeve blue shirt has been rigged with a snap at the neck so that the shirt doesn't keep falling off. She wears holey jeans and simple hiking boots. She would look like a normal teenage...but...
|History=Her story begins before birth. Her parents were followers of a cult that worshipped a 'demon'. They actually had a small amount of real magic among them and were able to make contact. Plots and deals for power were made and Vicky was conceived in a dark ritual. One that tied the soul of a child of the demon, Starr, intrinsically with the child. The plan was that another ritual would be done once the babe was born that would awake the demon soul slumbering inside which would devour the soul ever human is born with and take its place. Instead her mother was killed as the result of a car accident while driving to the site where the ritual and birth would happen. She survived to the hospital and perished minutes after Victoria was born via cesarean section. Her mother never saw her and she never knew her. No one came forward to claim the baby and authorities were unable to track down any record or relatives. She went into the foster system and was quickly adopted by her childless foster parents. She was raised in Statford, Connecticut. Her parents were well off and saw she was well educated in private schools. Starr remained dormant until Vicky's own self awareness really began to cement as a child, around the age of four. For a couple of years she was too disoriented to do anything but whisper in dreams. By the time Vicky was entering the 5th grade Starr was starting to cause problems. Whispering encouragement to do the wrong thing, making her doubt herself, and otherwise causing no end of distraction and upset. She was a good person, Vicky. And she fought it until she couldn't stand it anymore and everyone could tell she was distracted. Her grades fell, she withdrew, and was quickly diagnosed with depression. Soon schizophrenia was added when she mentioned the voice. They tried to insist the meds would help, but they never did. When she told them they would switch drugs. All they did was make her sleepy or hyper, but they never shut Starr up. Soon Private school wasn't an option and she had to have private tutoring at home. She would argue with Starr, tell her to be quiet, and soon even her parents had enough. The day they were taking her to an institution was the day her powers, and Starr, awoke. The car crashed and her folks were hurt. Starr had taken control for the first time and was clumsy, awkward, and slow. She tried to escape, but was quickly apprehended by authorities. She was affixed with a control collar and sent to a mental institution specifically for mutants. It was also a place for illegal testing on mutants for the company that ultimately owned the institution. Vicky and Starr never knew this part, of course, being only a patient. The days after her awakening were full of pain and endless hunger as the wings burst, quite literally, from small lumps on her back. In those first few weeks the mental battle that waged left her often in catatonic like states. Vicky finally understood that her 'voice' was way more than that. Starr was furious at being caged physically as well as, sometimes, mentally. So Vicky was often treated as violent, even though it was Starr who was the violent one. Due to her schizophrenic background the staff didn't buy it and to subdue her pumped her full of sedatives. It allowed for Vicky to stay, mostly, in control. Her parents had some sway, and money, and while they wanted nothing more to do with her they didn't want her to suffer. They saw that her education was continued as it could be inside. On her birthday and Christmas they sent gifts, mostly stuffed animals, and cards. Vicky was depressed and sedated and her will was constantly sapped in her battles with Starr. So the urge and effort to escape only surged when she and the drugs faltered and Starr forced through. It would be just after her seventeenth birthday that the fire happened. Many of the inmates escaped or were set free by the terrorist group that had attacked the place. Vicky and Starr had been locked in another mental battle as the fire rages around them. Finally Starr won out with, for once, reason. Starr didn't ask why they were freeing people when a suited and masked terrorist approached her with the collar key. And as soon as it was broken she put her heat to melting the lock around her wings. Then freedom. It has been a little while since the escape and in that time she has fled south to New York City and Central Park. Vicky remembered visits and only through grudging cease fire have they managed to avoid recapture and survive as a likely wanted runaway on the city streets. Vicky wants to find one of the mutant groups for help, while Starr rebels against the very idea claiming good folk will only see them locked up again. And so slowly they're contention begins again.
|Personality=Vicky: If anyone would be considered the primary soul of their shared body it would be Vicky. She has experienced life as the one in sole control. Despite this Starr has always been there, a dark voice urging her to violence and wickedness or just outright causing her headaches and distractions. No one believed her and the medication for schizophrenia and depression and ADHD did nothing didn't fix it. It has caused her to be withdrawn about her problems and unsure of herself. Despite this she knows she will always fight to do the right thing, if only to go against Starr and her constant badgering and dark comments. Vicky is a light of hope despite this. Caring and deeply nurturing. In a lot of ways very maternal though she is young. She cares and she hopes and she does what she can to fight the darkness inside. Starr: She is a demonic essence crafted into a human soul. For most of their life she has been trapped and unable to do anything but watch as life played out. She could make herself heard and often did causing no end of misery for Vicky. Torment became her only form of enjoyment in life. Starr is cruel and vindictive. Prone to sudden fury just as much as drastic hurt. A life bound behind someone elses eyes has not prepared her for the intensity of feelings. Starr considers human life beneath her though she doesn't quite understand why, not that it really matters to her. She believes the strong should rule and through her powers she can bring even the mighty to their knees. Her opinion of course. Over confident, sometimes cocky, and drawn to new experiences she is often has childlike wonder for the world around her when she does experience them.
|Abilities='''COLD MANIPULATION''' Vicky is your own personal A/C unit if you will. She can drop the temperature in an area to arctic winter levels. Her lowest recorded environmental drop is -128 degree Fahrenheit, cold enough to freeze water very quickly to immediately depending on depth. It also can cause hypothermia and frostbite to begin setting in within a minute or two in normal people, more if there is a wind. She is limited to a 200' sphere around her that can be effected. Living Things: She can drop a person's internal temperature. Luckily for her a person isn't dead until they are warm and dead. A person must be within her line of sight. As she cannot use her thermographic vision and Cold Manipulation at the same time, she cannot use it on people out of sight. Once they are affected, however, she can continue the effect until they are outside her sphere of influence. She is able to drop someone who is willing or unconscious, and not struggling, into a state of cryostasis. It lasts as long as Vicky is focusing on them. When doing this the only thing she can do is speak, eat/drink, and perform basic tasks (No reading, not in depth discussions, flying, etc). They cannot leave her line of sight. Waking them, however, is something she can't do, but Starr can. When she stops they will start to thaw, but will need medical intervention to warm them up and possibly shock them to revive. If they have any kind of super-human stamina it won't work, but they will suffer immediate onset of hypothermia and the start of frostbite. The more resilient they are against the elements the less they are affected. She can lower a person's internal temperature to as low as 90 degrees. This is likely to cause a normal person to be immediately afflicted with severe hypothermia and all symptoms associate with it. Vicky will only do this in a life and death situation, as it almost certainly means permanent nerve damage in the extremities and other life-long complications. Objects: Sudden temperature changes can cause many normal materials to become brittle and fragile. While her environmental manipulation is limited to -128 F, she can focus her sphere of influence down into a soccer ball or smaller sized sphere. This is detailed in Cold Sphere in more depth. These spheres get as cold as -340F, the freezing point of nitrogen. Liquid nitrogen has negative effects on many normal substances. Granted, she can only effect a soccer ball sized space and smaller at any time. And ONLY that, no other powers beyond Flight. '''COLD SPHERE''' While she can only bring the environmental temperature to -128 F, when she shrinks her focus down to a soccer ball or smaller sized sphere the temperature drops even more. Vicky has put less effort into training this ability than Starr and has no interest in hurting or killing, so it is more utility than offense. These spheres reach -340 degrees F, the freezing point of nitrogen which creates liquid nitrogen. As long as she focuses on the sphere and uses no other Cold abilities, she can move it anywhere within a 200' sphere around her that she can see. If it goes out of sight her control vanishes and a soccer ball sized sphere of liquid nitrogen will fall and splatter whatever is around it. Whatever liquid nitrogen normally effects, she can effect. '''DEMONIC HERITAGE''' She has demon blood in her veins, whether Vicky likes it or not. She believes she is simply a mutant, not a metahuman, but someday the truth may be revealed. It has gifted her powers, wings and flight, as well as eternal youth and long life. She is resistant to most normal diseases and could live to be 1000 years old. She heals at a slightly accelerated rate, but nothing phenominal. A laceration will heal in two days, a broken bone (depending on severity) in a week or two, and organs can repair themselves over months as long as she is alive. This healing ability will not save her life or bring her back from the dead. She is able to send other demonic presences on par with her own power level. Those of great ability are able to mask their presence from her. Her range is 200'. The close she gets the stronger the feeling will get. '''FLIGHT''' Vicky and Starr share this ability. It is part of their demonic heritage. Max flight time is four hours with a needed 8 hour rest after. Her maximum speed is 85 mph. She can awkwardly hover for a few minutes, but her wings are made to keep her moving and not hovering. It tires her out very quickly. From the ground she can reach 30mph in 30 seconds. From any ledge over 10' she can reach top speed in 20 seconds. She is capable of carry around 250lbs, but her flight maximum is cut in half and she can only fly at 50 MPH. '''FOREVER YOUNG''' Genetics have gifted her with one handy thing. Despite only being 18 Vicky looks to be in her early twenties. She has for several years now. Likely she will be one of those people who ages almost imperceptibly. When she is 80 she will look 40. From there she will only age so that at 100 she looks and feels to be only 40. Every hundred years she survives she ages 5 years. Eventually she will be old and die if she survives. This is likely to be somewhere between 800-1000 years. '''HEAT MANIPULATION''' Starr is your own personal heating unit if you will. She can raise the temperature in an area to deep dessert summer levels. Her highest recorded environment was 128 degree Fahrenheit. This is hot enough to begin the process of heat stroke, especially if the sun is already out and shinning. Sweating, exhaustion, and disorientation will set in within a few minutes. She is limited to a 200' sphere around her that can be effected. Living Things: She can raise a person's internal temperature like a fever. A person must be within her line of sight. As she cannot use her thermographic vision and Heat Manipulation at the same time, she cannot use it on people out of sight. Once they are affected, however, she can continue the effect until they are outside her sphere of influence or she chooses to stop. The more resilient they are against heat or the greater their stamina the less they are affected. She can raise a person's internal temperature to be as high as 110 degrees. Taken from britannica.com: Mild or moderate states of fever (up to 105 °F 40.55 °C) cause weakness or exhaustion but are not in themselves a serious threat to health. More serious fevers, in which body temperatures rise to 108 °F (42.22 °C) or more, can result in convulsions and death. Objects: High heat can melt objects, or make them malleable. While her environmental manipulation is limited to 128 F, she can focus her sphere of influence down into a soccer ball or smaller sized sphere. This is detailed in Heat Sphere in more depth. These spheres get as hot as 1500F, the melting point of Iron. She can make it less than this if she wishes. She may only create spheres, one at a time, and cannot use other abilities beyond her Flight. '''HEAT SPHERE''' While Starr can only bring the environmental temperature to 128 F, when she shrinks her focus down to a soccer ball or smaller sized sphere the temperature can raise even more. Starr has focused on making herself more dangerous and deadly and so the temperature she can focus is higher. These spheres reach 1500 degrees F, the melting point of Iron. As long as she focuses on the sphere and uses no other Heat or thermal abilities, she can move it anywhere within a 200' sphere around her that she can see. If it goes out of sight her control vanishes and the sphere of heat will dissipate. Anything flammable it touches will be set on fire. Anything that has a lower melting temperature than 1500 degrees F will be effected. Starr isn't a fan of incineration, the pain isn't as epic, so often her spheres are merely hot enough to char flesh and cause fires. '''TEMPERATURE IMMUNITY''' This ability is always active and both Vicky and Starr are immune to temperature extremes. Also their body temperatures are always perfect for comfort. They don't burn or freeze or suffer from temperature extremes. They can survive temperature extremes of magma and the cold of space. Anything past this will burn or freeze her. '''THEMOGRAPHIC SENSES''' This ability is available to both Vicky and Starr. They are able to see in infrared through a conscious effort. It causes severe eye-strain to do and can lead to debilitating headaches when they use it too long or too often. Yet it can be an invaluable tool of survival. Her iris dialates all the way to the max, making her eyes appear black, when she uses this power. '''WINGS''' Vicky and Starr share the body and so share the wings. They are an oddity compared to her other powers, but their origin is very simple. They are the telltale marks of her dark magic beginnings. A gift from the demonic heritage that would have been fully Starr's if rituals had been done in her infancy like they should have. The wings and the ability to fly are a vestige of that. The skin is as strong as steel and the barbs can pierce stone and some metals. They are sharp enough to pierce and tear through steel, but not tungsten. The bones, likewise, are dense and hard to break. Again comparable to steel.
|Skills='''BASIC EDUCATION''' Despite being in a facility for two years, they were descent enough to continue her education when they weren't poking and proding her. She has everything she needs to get a GED, but escaped before gaining hers. '''FLIGHT''' The last month she has finally been able to learn, practice and improve her ability in flight. She can hover awkwardly now and her top speed is increasing as is her stamina. She can currently fly for two hours straight in decent weather with ease. Pushing herself she can go four or five, but then has to rest for at least 8 hours. Wing strain is a thing. '''MARTIAL ARTS''' Her mother insisted she know how to defend herself. She went regularly every week to a Kenpo school and had gotten her green belt when her mutant abilities, and Starr, exploded into her life. '''SURVIVAL''' Vicky was in the girl scouts. She earned numerous badges involving wood craft and some urban survival skills as well.
|Resources='''HIDEOUT''' Central Park is filled with nooks and cranies and forgotten places. Vicky has found a long unused storage closet built into a concrete overpass walkway. The door melded with the wall due to the murals, graffiti, and other things. She has managed to scavenge blankets and sleeping bags to make a sort of nest. What cans of food she has are here. The door can be closed, but not really locked. Though it opens inward so she can brace it. WHen she found it there were metal shelves and old paint buckets and random dead janitorial supplies.
|Weaknesses='''DEMONIC HERITAGE''' Starr was meant for great things. To devour Vicky's consciousness and soul to gain greater power. To become a leader of her father's worshippers and minions on this plane. But the death of her mother, while nine months pregnant with her, saw things changed. The car crash killed both her parents, but her mother survived long enough for the doctors to perform an emergency cesarean section. The police were unable to trace any living relatives and when no one came forward she was put up for adoption. There is still potential in her blood and somewhere out there a fanatical cult that wonders where their demon-child went. This may some day come back to haunt her, especially if her demonic father decides to find her. '''FAITH SUSCEPTIBLE''' Starr is unable to enter hallowed ground. When Vicky does it makes Starr weak and unable to take over or fight her. Of course her family went to church every Sunday, but were otherwise not very religious. Those who use faith as a power can cause severe damage to Starr, while Vicky will remain unaffected. Faith magic is designed to attack demons. However she can never be exorcised, the two souls are bound together and to the body. Any attempts to do so will cause illness and wasting away until death takes them. Holy Water will burn her as will crosses and relics of Christianity. Though crosses will not ward her away from a person, they are a source of pain and danger so she treats them with the respect anyone would treat a gun or similar weapon. '''LIFESAVER''' Vicky is a true and pure soul. The idea of hurting someone, let alone killing them, goes against the very core of her being. The only thing that would make her kill another human being, or human-like, would be through some sort of mind control. She just can't do it and the thought of potentially causing it makes her put her own life at risk rather than using most of her powers. It also means she will only ever progress in her control and strength very slowly if at all. She is terrified of her abilities, but she also recognizes that they can be very useful, even helpful, and is willing to try. But she can never take a life. If somehow her powers result in someones demise she will then suffer from PTSD, which would cause her to be unable to use her cold powers at all until she has somehow come to terms with what she has done. '''MAGIC SUSCEPTIBILITY''' Because of the circumstances of her birth, Vicky and Starr are susceptible to magic. It likely wouldn't have lasted if things had gone the course they should have, but unfortunately or fortunately they didn't. Their ability to resist magic is extremely low and only very weak magic do they have any remote chance of really fighting. Damage done by magic causes more damage as well and often will kick the current soul out of control of their body. '''OBVIOUS MUTATION''' Large draconic wings sprouted and grew from Vicky's back when her powers awoke. There is no way to hide them and it makes life difficult. From fitting into tight spaces to finding clothes. She wears a lot of unitards or altered halter tops. Most people assume she is a mutant or metahuman, the later being correct. More often she is thought to be a mutant and subject to all the scorn and hate they take. '''PARENTS''' Her parents love her, but are terrified of her after Starr attacked and severely and permanently injured their mother. They want her found and put back in custody for the safety of herself and others. A private detective has even been hired to try and find her. There is a missing persons report out with notes that she is violent and to use extreme caution. Her parents believe she is a mutant, as has everyone else, but she is really a metahuman due to her demonic blood. '''RUNAWAY''' Not only did Vicky run away, but she ran away from the facility where her parents had her tucked away for 'special care'. She is on file as a schizophrenic and no one but her really understands the depth of her duality. This will cause no end of trouble if and when she encounters authority and government. It makes getting medical care tricky to boot. '''TWO FOR ONE''' A normal person doesn't have to compete with another conscious and soul for control of the body. But that is Vicky and Starr's daily struggle, fighting and struggling against one another. If one or the other feels the issue worth it they can force a challenge of wills, causing her to pause and be unable to act until one or the other gives in. '''URGES RUN WILD''' Starr hungers for living in her own way. For most of the last 18 years she has contended with the fact she could not control or enjoy the world beyond watching her counterparts all too sweet and innocent life. So she has a tendency to go over board and give in to basic urges such as anger, lust, and even fear. '''WANTED''' Starr has attacked and hurt people, caused fires and damage, and is basically not someone that the Police want on the street. Unfortunately Starr and Vicky look exactly alike except for their eyes. That means Vicky is blamed for the violence and horror that Starr has caused. She wasn't charged for her attack on her parents because of their influence, but since her escape she has been listed as a possible terrorist linked to those who attacked the institution. As such authority is likely to react violently.
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3695/TP: Awakening (Bored No More)

2018-02-06T03:39:07Z

Kandrinchae: Summary added

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|Date of Scene=2018/01/21
|Location=Unknown
|Synopsis=Rogue confronts the demon Wrath with horrible consequences.
|Cast of Characters=1618, 16, 1080
|Tinyplot=Awakening
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1618|Starr (1618)}} has posed:''' Today is a day when people are visiting museums and doing indoor things. That is because of the icey rain that keeps falling on and off. But it isn't going to stay a family fun day. From the dark and stormy sky streaks a black object wreathed in green flames. It lands before the Natural History Museum with a huge *BOOM* of force, sending people withing 100? falling down. The black thing stands, still aflame, and reveals itself to be female. Her skin looks like it is made of obsidian. As fast as she landed she is moving quickly to one family. Still downed the group of four are blinking in a daze. Two mothers, a young son, and a young teenage daughter, probably about 15. The figure reaches down and yanks the girl to her feet. It can be seen she is trying to communicate, but all that anyone around can hear is the crackle of flames. The girl stares in fear that is slowly fading away at the thing holding her by the arms. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue didn't happen to catch the sight-show outside, she was coming out of the museum after having met a few friends from College there, they had coffee in the cafe and walked around for awhile. But now, coming back outside she was moving down the steps from the busy museum and reaching her gloved hands up to put her hood up over her head. It was the 21st, Rogue was about to turn 19 years old in three days... she wasn't sure what she was going to do for her bday, the friend's she'd talked to already were busy... which was a HUGE bummer. Her eyes looked up from her phone, there was a commotion out here? Something was going on? "Hmmm.." 

:'''{{#var:1080|Michelangelo (1080)}} has posed:'''     The dreaded shortcut!     Hoping to find a new route that could get him back to Brooklyn nice and fast, it's through sheer coincidence that the orange-bandana wearing turtle is here at the moment. As he was cruising through the streets, the sight and sound of the BOOM had obviously caught his attention. Naturally curious, he had parked and then made his way through the freezing rain to the scene. The sea of people fleeing didn't seem to care about the one turtle headed towards the museum, rather than away from it.     Seeing the feminine figure clad in obsidian reaching out and grabbing the girl, the turtle lets fly a half-full cup of orange crush! Freshly ordered from a local pizzeria, the 'large' cup flies through the air, threatening to hit the alien and spill the remaining soda-y goodness on her. Yeah! That'll teach her!     "Yo! Hands off the human, alien. Why don't you go pick on someone your own size?" The turtle purses his lips a bit, trying to focus on the figure. Nunchucks are wielded and ready! They sit ready to fly, one held in each hand. Truth be told, he was a bit scared. He had never seen an alien before. o_o 

:'''{{#var:1618|Starr (1618)}} has posed:''' The 'alien' doesn?t release the girl as the cup hits and splatters them both. Oh sure there is a little recoil, but the obsidian person looks at the dripping sugary sweetness then the turtle. Where her eyes are, for the black glass-like skin is cut just like a human face, are green with flames. A hand raises towards the turtle and a jet of green fire erupts for it, aimed at the turtle. The girl she holds does not appear to be struggling. In fact her face is one of surprise and concern. "Maya?" She can be heard to gasp. The figure's head snaps back to the captive teen and then hugs her close. The family is struggling to their feet and staring in fear at the flaming creature. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue's pale green eyes catch sight of the Turtle, she knows him, and when she sees him toss the cup she starts to jog down the stairs and around the corner to see it slap into the Obsidian figure-and the girl they're clutching onto. "Shit." Rogue mutters, giving a look around from her her hood, left to right, others were looking. "Great." Rogue'es eyes shot back when the green flames went toward Mikey and then she lifted up off the ground and flew toward the action with her brown leather trenchcoat weaving in the wind around her body. "Hey!" Rogue said down to the one firing the flames. "Stop what you're doing!" She was trying to be all professional and such, like Mister Stark would want her to be, right? 

:'''{{#var:1080|Michelangelo (1080)}} has posed:'''     "...I did NOT think that through." Michelangelo remarks to himself as the soda splashes onto the girl as well. His own baby blue eyes attempt to stare down the black flames of the aliens own, but... he fails. The narrow glare turns to a bit of wonder, and then even some fear. "Oh 'sup, gurl? NOW you want some of this, huh?!" Ducking and rolling to the side, Mikey avoids the green fire that erupts from the alien hand. It burns the rain and icy sleet behind him, if nothing else.     Looking up from his crouch and hearing a familiar voice, the turtle turns to look at Rogue breeze past him with her powers of flight. "W...woah!" He gasps in some surprise, standing up straight. "Yo, watch out Ro'! That fire is no joke! Nearly turned me into some sorta soup!" Running for the family that is near the girl, he starts waving his arms wildly. Nunchucks flailing, just to get more attention. "Get out of here, dudes! Go! I'll make sure the girl is alright!" 

:'''{{#var:1618|Starr (1618)}} has posed:''' The girl is hugging the creature in turn and starting to cry. The flames do not seem to be injuring her though. "MAYA!" The younger teen sobs. It is hard to tell expression on the carved rock face, but the creature looks sad. It reaches up and wipes away a tear before shoving her back to a terrified mother. The other mother, also afraid, is staring at the 'alien' in puzzlement as well. Pushed out of the way means the arms that reach through from thin air find no girl. And as Rogue and Michelangelo move closer they can see the burning tear in space and a figure in red on the other side. The voice made of crackling flames tries to speak again, pointing at the girl as it steps in front of the portal. Soft chanting begins to sound and the obsidian being freezes in place. The flames still dance all over her black skin, but she appears frozen long enough for the two to close the distance. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Being that this was such a public place and at a busy hour of the day, there were already two NYPD Police Cars on-scene and four cops moving over toward where the event was taking place. Rogue swept past Mikey. "Be careful! Don't get soupified!" She shouted back to the Turtle as she stayed up in the air and did a full circular perimeter sweep around while observing the situation down there. "What'n the hell is goin' on?" She said out loud. Rogue dropped out of the sky and started walking toward the Obsidian figure. "You're endangerin' lives here!" She shouted at them, her southern accent lacing each word. "Cut this shit out, or I'm gonna have'ta send ya t'jail in an unconscious state with these fine officers." The cops? They were never quite ready for these sorts of things, but they had some pretty powerful tazers that they were getting ready to use... 

:'''{{#var:1080|Michelangelo (1080)}} has posed:'''     "Errr, Rogue?" Mikey drawls a little, hesitant on how to best approach this. He was trained to fight baddies! The guys robbing stores. Not... whatever this is! Obsidian aliens that cry portals to other dimensions. O_O "Tell me you have some sweet Avengers-type plan that can solve this mega easy!" As the chant continues and the obsidian being freezes in place, the turtle hears the sound of police arrive too. Swallowing audibly, he awaits some sort of leadership instruction. Taking point wasn't really his go. Not yet, anyway.     "I wish Leo were here," He mutters. "Hell - I'd even take Raph. Those guys would know what to do." His three toed feet wedge in the ground a little, perhaps sturdying himself against any sudden attacks that may come his way. 

:'''{{#var:1618|Starr (1618)}} has posed:''' A voice that is many voices, distorted, comes from the otherwise unmoving creature. Behind it the portal blazes, only seen when standing directly in front of her. "The girl is ours. The time has come. Give us our daughter!" There, a demand, though not exactly helpful. If anything it confuses things more. Tasers fly and skid off stone skin, falling to the ground. One especially skilled cop brings out his gun. Many people have scattered by now. Those remaining are the idiots with cameras recording or those unable or unwilling to flee. The small family that has already been accosted is one of these. "Give us the girl," The Same dispassionate voice speaks and the obsidian turns to hold out it's hand to the family. It seems suddenly uninterested in Rogue or Mikey. The family recoils and puts themselves between the crying young teen and the others. "It's Maya, mama! It's Maya!" The teen is sobbing, trying to push past to go to that out held hand. Mikey may be feeling out of his depth here. But he sees another rip in space appear behind Rogue. A red figure in red steps through it silently, reaching out to grab the teenage mutant, not the turtle, from behind. A green fire, similar to obsidian-girl, wreathes his hand. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue's green eyes swept over to Mikey and she was a bit surprised by this herself... maybe not quite on his level because she's seen a lot of crazy stuff, but she was still quite a bit put 'off' by this. She wished Doctor Strange were here... But he's not. Rogue started forward then when the Police Officer Tazers failed do anything. "Fine, gotta do everythin' myself." She muttered the last part. Rogue's intention was to go to the Obisidian person and just punch them, hard... in the face... and considering she can lift up to 75 tons, it'll be a powerful hit. She's not yet aware of the portal behind her, or the person behind her, but if danger is befalling her her 'seventh sense' will alert her, but it might be too late since she's focused on throwing that punch to the perceived child kidnapper! 

:'''{{#var:1080|Michelangelo (1080)}} has posed:'''     "Ro'!" Mikey calls, more out of instinct than anything. And it's that very instinct which propels him forward with great agility and acceleration, his ninja training enabling him to move quicker than his size belies. With a neat flip he clears the female mutant (who is in fact, laying the beat down on the obsidian chicka!), and after extending his foot, attempts to send all of his collected momentum along with gravity straight for the red figure that steps out of the portal! Yep. It's a good old fly-kick, aimed straight for the face of this other-worldly being.     Nunchucks are still in hand, ready to lay any follow-up hit with a sweet combination of ninja prowess. But with any luck, this kick will send the red figure straight back into the portal from whence it came. 

:'''{{#var:1618|Starr (1618)}} has posed:''' *CRUNCH* Is the feeling under the turtle's foot as his kick connects. The green flamed hand doesn?t reach Rogue and he does go stumbling back into the portal with a very human cry of pain. He is dragged aside and a larger man steps through. Much larger and built like a brick. He wears a red tunic and pants and an unfamiliar symbol is emblazoned on his chest. Hair shaved and head tattooed in black tentacles that seem to move of their own accord. The obsidian being goes flying forward from the punch and crashes into one of the golden lions. There is the sound of metal being pounded out of shape. Where Rogue's fist hit green fire leaps, devouring cloth but unable to burn the tough girl. The family screams and bolts for the entrance of the museum. Both mothers have a different child, the boy being carried, the girl being dragged. The teen does not wish to be removed from the obsidian's presence and struggles, crying out, "MAYA!" As she does, tears running down her face. The creature pushes away from the cracked and bent lion. Rogue can see the cracks spreading from the point of impact, but it also is strong and it is pissed. The creature screams and it sounds like a roaring fire as it launches at Rogue, 50 ton punch of green flame heading for her at just under the speed of sound. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' After throwing the punch and watching the Obsidian One go flying into that golden statue, Rogue just grinned with self satisfaction. "Sit down." She said after the other, a good old fashoined taunt was always fun. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mikey's bulky form go flying past her and it amde the girl with the White/Brown hair spin around to see him kick another attacker back into a portal. "Nice one!" She said to Mike, moving to give him a High-Five only to see that her glove was on fire with green flames? "Yeegh." Rogue quickly pulled the remainder of the gloff off and threw it onto the concrete. She then turned her eyes back to Obsidian to see them marching back at her, so with her hands... she reached up to catch the punch! "Not gonna happen!" Rogue said back at her attacker. "Ya done mesed up, comin' here!" 50 tons was a lot! But she could take it with a strained look on her face. 

:'''{{#var:1080|Michelangelo (1080)}} has posed:'''     "BOOYA-KASHAAAAA!" Mikey cries in victory as his foot crashes into the red figure and sends him sprawling back into the portal. Using this as a platform, the turtle backflips off of the creatures face and lands in a ninja-y crouch. "Aw yeah, we're walking together!" The turtle grins, glancing over to Rogue. "This is just like that movie 'Crazy Demons From Dimension 2: Extra Cray Cray in Manhattan! Where the guy and girl form this dynamic duo team-up." It's a classic.     Then, of course, the much larger man steps through to approach the ninja turtle. "Dude, you left your protein shake back in your other dimension. Maybe you should head back and get it, huh? Don't wana lose those swole gains." Pause. "Yo, what's up with those tatts?" He had observed the tentacles moving on their own accord. o_o "You might want get that checked out. Anyway, it's you and me, big guy." Seeing the sight of this human enemy (despite the strangeness) had put him at ease and made him relax somewhat. He could fight this guy. He puts that to the test, aiming to send a swinging nunchuck into his opponents knee to try and dislocate it. 

:'''{{#var:1618|Starr (1618)}} has posed:''' The moment that Rogue catches that fist it starts. The black spreads from the creature up Rogue's arm. As it does it peels away from what quickly is revealed to be a teenage girl. Twin to the one sobbing and fighting to run back. The green hellfire travels along also, dancing merrily but not burning her. The punch loses all power and the girl collapses. The darkness spreads, going deeper than the skin, as she absorbs whatever that was. It is like fire in the blood, burning away at what is good, true, and beautiful inside the young Avenger. Mikey has a whole other problem to deal with. The nunchuck hits and there is a notable crack of breaking bone. The leg bends inwards, but the man just smiles. Then it is his turn and a meaty fist with the power of a charging rhino heads for the turtles chest, intent on sending him flying. "You will feed the daughter of our lord nicely," He replies in a slavic accent. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue had flashed a big grin at Mikey's words about the movie and their team up, she enjoyed his personality and it reminded her of her own quite a lot. But with that punch incoming she put her focus on that! What she failed to do was remember that she'd just lost a glove to that burning fire and that that meant she was-- Rogue started to scream as she started to absorb the hellish creature! Her body was consumed by the power of it, sliding beneath her clothes and into her soul! When it was all said and done, Rogue released the absorbed girl and let her fall to the ground... She stumbled backward and shot her confused and embodied eyes around, right to left, frantic... scared, angry. A second later and Rogue shot to the skies sending out a massive ring of kinetic energy from the sonic boom of her taking off at such high speed toward the clouds above! Rogue was still inside her own body, fighting with the Demon inside her now and she knew she had to get away from this public place! 

:'''{{#var:1080|Michelangelo (1080)}} has posed:'''     There is no moment to brag about the dislocated knee strike. Heck, Mikey was ABOUT to, but seeing that it did practically no damage to the man in question, he just swallows. "Uh..." CRUNCH! Michelangelo's eyes nearly pop out when he is struck in the chest. Though he's able to get arms up in a 'cross-arm block' position, the force is still strong enough to wind him considerably. Sailing back through the air, the turtle lands in a heap. On his shell luckily, protecting his gooey insides from harm. Sliding to a halt with a loud gasp, he opts to just lay there for a moment. "...did someone get the number of that truck..." He mutters allowed, slowly yet surely getting to his feet.     "Rogue!" He calls out, watching his mutant ally fly up and into the air with great speeds and force. Welp. Looks like he's on his own for the moment. With arms that he cannot feel and legs that feel like they're made of jelly. 

:'''{{#var:1618|Starr (1618)}} has posed:''' The muscle man stalks towards Mikey with a sickening smile. But his knee is obviously still broken, the way it cants gross to the aide. "I like turtle zoop," He says in his accent. Then he, awkwardly, runs at Mikey screaming like some kind if barbarian. The tattoos writhe and Mikey watches his muscles swell and pop disgustingly out. Like the stove top popcorn things. Gnarly dude. He swings a meaty fist down at the turtle cackling madly. Green fire flickers in his eyes. "MAYA!!!!" The teenager breaks free of her mother and runs for her fallen sister. She falls to her knees beside her twin and pulls her against her. Crying ugly tears she rocks back and forth, holding the limp form. Ob yeah and the police? Sirens are coming and tazers sail into the muscle mans back. It seems he is susceptible because before the blow would hit turtle he is jerking from the voltage...and laughing? 

:'''{{#var:1080|Michelangelo (1080)}} has posed:'''     With his legs still wobbling beneath his frame, Michelangelo grits his teeth amid a swell of concentration. "You're straight from a comic book man," The turtle breathes in reply, ducking underneath the huge swinging fist to aim a counter attack! His nunchuck spins hard, crashing into the OTHER knee that the muscly man has, just as the tasers hit him in the back and start frying his flesh. As the beefcake jerks about and laughs, Mikey takes this moment to put some distance between the duo. "Aw yeah. I hope you like stir fry! Cause that's exactly how you smellin' right now, dude." Please. As if Mikey knew what a stir fry smelled like. He's probably never had one!     Regardless, with the demon now attached to Rogue and the muscly man in the hands of police, the turtle starts to make his escape. The longer he lingers here and the more exposed he gets to the authorities, the worse it becomes for him. At least, that's how it's always been in the past. "Enjoy your jail cell. Last I heard they don't even get wifi." Ugh! With a cheeky salute, the turtle makes his escape -- retreating in the cold rain and back to his van. Obviously he's happy enough to leave the girl there, letting the proper people deal with it. 

:'''{{#var:1618|Starr (1618)}} has posed:''' The man goes down finally with nasty electrocution marks on his back from the multiple tazers. His other knee being shattered doesn't help. When he falls the muscles recede into his skin again. The portals have closed and it looks like the assailants have decided to try again...later. Police carefully approach the downed muscle man, bringing out the special cuffs. They are bolted on and thick and his feet are locked down as well. Just in case a power-neutralizing collar is placed on his neck as well. Yet they are having trouble moving him. The family has converged on the downed girl and her twin. There are tears and more crying as they try to wake Maya. The scene secured ambulances arrive to do their part and then a special transport for the unconscious assailant. Kidnapping avoided and a culprit captured, but at what cost? 
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3686/TP: Awakening (I'm Just a Girl)

2018-02-06T03:37:48Z

Kandrinchae: Summary added

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|Location=Unknown
|Synopsis=Finally some witnesses to the kidnappings. And the first demon, Wrath, appears.
|Cast of Characters=1618, 1587, 1092
|Tinyplot=Awakening
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1618|Starr (1618)}} has posed:''' The police last had a new report an hour and change ago. It was about two miles from here, and the witness said the girl was just walking, a flash, and she was gone. The witness was apparently hysterical. 

:'''{{#var:1587|Rachel Cole-Alves (1587)}} has posed:'''     People huddle against old, cracked buildings along the ruined street. It's a hold out, really. As the circles come closer to the center of the city the roads are in generally beter repair than they are toward the outskirts but this neighborhood doesn't really fit that bill. Two miles and some change from the nearest kidnapping. Alleys and roken streets. Right now Rachel is walking alone, her red hair allowed to fall in a light bob that frames her neck. She's just wearing jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt, blue eyes wide as she picks her way over broken pavement. Jeans, a t-shirt, and a small pistol tucked against her inner thigh. She briefly catches the eyes of a homeless man who looks to be twenty or twenty-three but doesn't say a word. 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     Another kidnapping, and the clock is ticking. Whoever is doing this is grabbing victims entirely too quickly for Natasha's peace of mind. Even assuming they'd mapped the entire city's demographic beforehand they'd still have to account for itineraries... Or perhaps there are multiple groups. The patterns do seem to imply magic, but so far the city's most pre-eminent sorcerer hasn't been able to be of help, so it's time for an old-fashioned stakeout of the area where the pattern implies the next hit is most likely to take place.     It's earlier than she prefers to operate, but waiting until sunset would mean at least two more kidnappings, and she's not going to sacrifice innocents to her comfort zone. On the plus side, at this hour in the afternoon a seemingly empty cab driving around looking for a job isn't likely to attract much attention, and there's enough traffic that a brief slowdown is easily explained -- and no one notices the door opening and closing, or another shadow slipping into the alleyways... 

:'''{{#var:1618|Starr (1618)}} has posed:''' A sound of a scuffle comes from an alley ahead of Rachel. The bum looks at her sadly, then returns to staring at his mostly empty bowl. The scuffle doesn?t even gain his notice, it's that kind of neighborhood. A cat screeches and a trash can topples. The sound of a kid, voice male and high, comes from it. Crying and the sound of laughing from older, deeper voices. A dumpster and trash block a good view from the street. 

:'''{{#var:1587|Rachel Cole-Alves (1587)}} has posed:'''     Rachel is here for a reason. She knows she shouldn't break character but the pit in the depths of her stomach just gets deeper and more insistent as she listens to the noises from the alley. It's when she hears a childish voice squeal and cry that she finally moves. The redhead moves up against the dumpster first and leans forward slowly to per into the alley, those azure eyes of hers wide as she studies the situation. Get a clean review of the location and who is present before you commit. Basic stuff.     Rachel pointedly refuses to reach for her gun. Giving that away might be the last mistake she ever made given the circumstances. 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     The noise doesn't match what the Shadow expects from the kidnappings she's looking for -- but that doesn't mean it's not worth checking out. She flits noiselessly down the alley, casting ahead with her will. An easy wall-sprint lets her push off and vault to a nearby ledge to give herself a better view of the surroundings... 

:'''{{#var:1618|Starr (1618)}} has posed:''' Figures stand with their backs to the alley exit in a loose semi-circle. The crying boy can?t quite be seen past them from the alley opening. Yet above a child of maybe ten lays on the ground, curled with hands over his head and balled up. The tall tenements on either side make the alley dark, even if the winter clouds did't already make it darker. "Pathetic, Dickson," One figure says, lightly kicking the ball. "No wonder they took your sister!" A couple of the boys laugh and another kick goes into a kidney. The boy cries out and tries to scoot away. "Nowhere to run, loser!" Looks to be a mostly typical bully situation. 

:'''{{#var:1587|Rachel Cole-Alves (1587)}} has posed:''' Rachel waches the sceen with growing concern, bows furrowing slightly as she does. The redhead clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth but doesn't say a word or move to intervene. Not just yet. She's weighing consequences, of course, casting around for something she can use to even the odds. Silence follows as she considers what to do. Finally Rachel reaches down and gropes about on the ground by the dumpste, looking for something... Ah! A glass bottle. Shebites her bottom lip, tilting her head slightly as she gauges the distance.     The crash of the bottle hitting the alley is deafening. It explodes into fragments that would shower the group of bullies. Timed right, no one would be able to tell where it came from but it would certainly be hard to ignore... 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     The Shadow's mouth twists into a scowl underneath her scarf. Petty bullies. Not who she's looking for, but there doesn't seem to be any sign of the kidnappers, and the child might be able to tell her something. Besides, there's always time to nip /this/ kind of behaviour in the bud before it becomes something more sinister a few years down the line...     The shattering of a glass bottle comes unexpected, as does the presence of the woman who threw it. The Shadow takes in her appearance and stance, eyes narrowing. Her quarry? Or a fellow hunter? In this city it's not always a clear distinction. Either way, she can probably wait until after these would-be scum have been dealt with, and the bottle provides as good an opening as it gets...     As the tinkling of the glass dies away, those present hear another noise. A sinister, mocking chuckle that starts low and soft, growing in volume and malice like a predator stalking closer as the very shadows of the alleys shift and extend, swallowing the light.     "Heh. Heh heh heh. Heh heh hah hah HAH HAA..." The voice comes from everywhere at once, echoing off the alley walls, now far, now close, now left, now right, but every time they turn to look there's just a flicker in the corner of their eyes.     "Such brave little heroes you all are when your enemy can't fight back. Such courage to hurt those who already suffer... Did you think no one would notice? Did you think no one would KNOW!?"     The last word isn't so much said as it is snarled, a mixture of righteous rage for the offense and contempt for the foolishness of believing they'd get away... 

:'''{{#var:1618|Starr (1618)}} has posed:''' Well that certainly got their attention. The crowd of four boys duck or cover their heads, scattering to the edges of the alley. The boy on the ground opens his eyes, looking around quickly, as his assailants brush and shake shards of glass from themselves. Then he bolts for the exit, making it half-way before the back of his jacket is snagged. "Tell your buddy to F-off! You know you owe me, Dickson!" There is anger in the lead child. "Gigi gave you my money, where is it?!" He shakes the kids who whimpers. Maybe this is more than simple bullying... "I don't got it! I gave it to mama to find Kimber, so go *&#5331 yourself!" The younger boy says and kicks his assailant in the shin. There is a nerve that runs along the shin, it's why it hurts so much when you bang it. And this kid was wearing heavy-duty hiking boots. The leader howls in pain and drops the kid, who bolts past Rachel as fast as his scrawny form can go. The leader of the gang looks around as he straightens with a snarl of rage. ?Who the hell is that?? He asks, using anger and pain to fight his fear. His cronies, however, are looking freaked out. "It's the kidnappers!" One boy screams and breaks for the exit. This makes the other two look about in fear, eyeing their leader uncertainly. "Dude, let's go!? One of them urges.% From behind Rachel someone reaches to tap her lightly on the shoulder. 

:'''{{#var:1587|Rachel Cole-Alves (1587)}} has posed:'''     That tells Rachel more than it doesn't. Nevermind the sheer freakiness involved in the Shadow's entry to this fight. She can't afford to think about it, to let her mind be dulled by the presence of - that. Whatever it is. She compartmentalizes and puts her emotions away for the moment. There's a job to do. It doesn't matter if she is hurt or scared, she will do that job. It isn't enough to stop the shaking in Rachel's hands, however. And it isn't even directed at her.     Ultimately it's irrelevant. When the boys start to panic Rachel breaks cover. She darts through the alley haphazardly and makes her way toward the ten-year-old boy in the mist of all the bullies. A glance is ventured at the Shadow. The boy takes off and Rachel curses softly, shaking her head as she turns. She's a bit older than the drugrunners but really- Rachel's chose not blend in and soo far she does.     Now the redhead is face to face with the Shadow. Reflexively Rachel finds her hand rejecting her decision not to draw her gun but instead of actually reaching for it she curles her fingers into a fist. 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     A moment's hesitation, and then it's too late to run, as an indistinct shadow blurs toward the leader and lifts him off his feet by his lapels, coalescing into a tall figure shrouded in black with piercing sapphire blue eyes that seem to blaze into the boy's soul, weighing it and finding it wanting. "You aren't who I'm looking for, so I suppose this is your lucky day. Now. You are going to turn around and run home. You will forget you were ever here, and what he owes you. And you are going to behave from now on. Because if you're still peddling your filth when I'm no longer occupied with other things, I'll *KNOW*. And there will be nowhere you can hide where I won't FIND you..."     The Shadow holds the bully up at arm's length in the air without apparent effort for a few moments longer to drive the point home, then opens their hand to let them drop -- /away/ from the glass -- chuckling darkly again before turning around to face the remaining bully, chuckling again. "Get out. Find an honest way to make a living -- while you still can." 

:'''{{#var:1618|Starr (1618)}} has posed:''' The leaders eyes get big and his mouth falls open in surprise. Utter and stark terror fills his face and he flails about, "DEMON!" He screeches, slapping rather pathetically at The Shadow's hands. When she drops him he lands a little awkwardly, but is already running for his apparent life. One of his crew had drawn a gun for his waistband, but has thought better of it. Those kids bolt pat The Shadow, and Rachel, in abject terror. The alley is empty. Screaming boys have summoned sirens, but they are several blocks away yet. As the two women eye each other a bent figure wanders into the alley. The smell of booze and something acrid comes off of him. Like bad eggs. "Spare some change?" He slurs, holding out a trembling, filthy hand. 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     Of course, there are almost always sirens in New York. Regardless, the Shadow does not intend to be here when they show up. The dark figure, features already starting to blur again as if fading back into the shadows it emerged from, turns to regard the woman, sapphire blue eyes raking her up and down, a single eyebrow twitching as that gaze notes the lump Rache's fist was not quite reaching for. Almost certainly a weapon. Fellow hunter, then, most likely.     A slight nod and tilt of the head in acknowledgement, but just as she starts to address the other woman she's interrupted by the 'beggar' -- and almost every instinct she has starts screaming almost immediately. Her gaze locks onto the man, her nose crinkling under her scarf even as she draws one of her handguns, not quite pointing it at him.     "Who are you?" she snarls even as her conscious mind puts the clues together that her subconscious already tallied -- homeless beggars do not approach scenes of violence. And they don't smell of sulfur. "Show your true face!" 

:'''{{#var:1587|Rachel Cole-Alves (1587)}} has posed:'''     It appears that Rache is about to speak when the drunk beggar makes his way into the alley behind her. He walks toward the redhead and she whips her head around to stare as he approaches. Rachel's sense of danger isn't quite as developed as Natasha's but even she can tell that this is something out of the ordinary. She tenses slightly as the man close and slowly draws herself to her full height.     The copper-crimson haired young woman opens her mouth as if to speak before the Shadow's voice echoed in the alley once more. Rachel opted to listen and watch as inobtrusively as possible. Her hand slipped just a little lower. 

:'''{{#var:1618|Starr (1618)}} has posed:''' The bum recoils slightly at the sight if the gun, or maybe it's the way the shadows twist around Natasha. He only takes one step back, hands coming up to his face, "No shoot! Am sorry! Please I beg!" His accent is weird and beneath the dirt it is hard to tell if his skin is naturally tan or even tan at all. Across the street the two women see a trio of teen girls walking home from school. They don?t seem to notice the alley, deep in their phones and chatting. But Natasha and Rachel see it clearly. Four people step out of apparent nothing, flanking the girls on both sides. The two in the lead run right into them, looking up in surprise. One drops her phone and it lands with a cringe-worthy crash. The people are dressed in red slacks and long-sleeved red tunics. Their heads are close shaven and it is hard to tell if they are men or women. One bears black tattoos around his eyes that twist slowly, sickeningly, and hypnotically as you look. This man smiles and the girls don't even scream, but mirror his smile. There is a bum between the two would-be heroes and the girls. The tattooed man raises a hand that holds a crystal... 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     The Shadow snarls loudly but wordlessly, the gun's aim shifting minutely between two squeezes of the trigger. The gun roars twice, two bullets racing downrange to intersect the rising crystal -- and the wrist of the hand that holds it. 

:'''{{#var:1587|Rachel Cole-Alves (1587)}} has posed:'''     Now Rachel goes for he gun. She draws in a smooth kotion and fires off a series of quick hots to match Natasha's. In an instant shes's moving toward the peopel in their crimson tunics, breaking into a near sprint over the course of an instant. The echo in the alley way is deafening ,but she doesn't slow. 

:'''{{#var:1618|Starr (1618)}} has posed:''' Natasha probably didn't know the crystal was magic. But that doesn't really matter. There is a red flash of light that is somehow dark when the bullet strikes. The bum suddenly moves with a fluid grace and swiftness, fingers flexing and he says something in a language the human ear shouldn't hear. A large circle of fiery red force appears in front of him and a blink later it shoots at the two women. Heat like an inferno wafts off of it and one can be certain crispy skin might result from contact. The dark light sucks suddenly inwards like a vacuum and there is a huge explosion of sound and force, knocking people down, breaking windows, and setting off car alarms. At the center of it lies a curled and crispy form that can only be identified by teeth now. There is a less crispy body next to it, probably the one standing next to him. The girls...something is very, very wrong. One's skin now looks like obsidian and faint green flames wreath about her. She screams and launches into the sky trailing more green flame. Another girl is on the ground, unhurt outwardly, but unconscious. The last girl...is now part of the wall they were standing by, her skin now brownstone and face one of surprise. The other two red robes menaces are not to be seen. 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     That was... Not planned out well. Perhaps fortunately, Natasha has very little time to contemplate what her error in judgement has wound up costing others as she has to blur away from the incoming ring of fire, drawing a second pistol as she moves and unloading both into the "Beggar"'s chest. Survive first, worry about asking questions later. 

:'''{{#var:1587|Rachel Cole-Alves (1587)}} has posed:'''     Rachel is thrown from her feet, hitting the ground with a solid thump and then tumbling. She rolls a few meters in the alley before coming to a stop near the entrance. She's at least somewhat congizant of her surroundings but beyond staring at the rictus of one of the girl's facees as she studies her surroundings it seems the woman is too disoriented to do anything. She might remember some of what is happening, however. 

:'''{{#var:1618|Starr (1618)}} has posed:''' The bum stumbles from the blast and turns to stare with wide eyes. Then bullets slam into him and he grunts, bending over, and quickly traces a blazing circle in the air. Gripping his side he falls through his portal into a dark room. Shadows move behind him and a pair of red eyes look up to meet Natasha's before the gate ceases. The sirens that were so close have stopped. Terrified screaming from residents and bystanders can be heard on the street. A howl of despair rings through it all, chilling and magic, meant to fill those who hear it with terror. Out in the street what had been a corgi being walked by it's owner has been transmogrified into some kind of stunted hell beast. Four tentacles rise from its flesh, fur gone and shiney white and gold skin bulging with muscles. It approaches the downed girl. 

:'''{{#var:1618|Starr (1618)}} has posed:''' The hellcorgi howls once more as it stalks towards a downed pedestrian. But the Shadow still has her wits and gun. Despite looking horrific it only takes a shot through the brain to take it down. The sound of pounding feet coming down the sidewalk spurs the would-be hero to leave, the damage is done. The authorities have arrived. The screams of horror and despair ring through the Harlem streets. 
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2018-01-25T10:26:15Z

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Awakening

2018-01-25T10:21:42Z

Kandrinchae: Created page with "{{TPPage |Summary=18 years ago a special child was born. But not to who or how she was supposed to be. A child of dark rituals, two souls inhabit one body. While demons don't..."

{{TPPage
|Summary=18 years ago a special child was born. But not to who or how she was supposed to be. A child of dark rituals, two souls inhabit one body. While demons don't technically have souls, this one does thanks to her conception. But because the ritual was not completed on her birth, things went sideways. The two souls have merged like siamese twins, unable to be separate without destroying the other one. But even demon fathers want to know what happened to their offspring. Especially when they are meant to be an anchor to open a gate between their hell and earth.
Because of the results of being raised completely removed from anything remotely linked to the Sons of Satannish, she grew up in a loving and sheltered family. Only recently has she gotten on her own and that also means notice. A simple question, "Who am I and what is she?" of Kaelyn and then Harry Dresden has sparked a domino effect as the mystic looked into contacts and resources. Two souls, one body. The Sons of Satannish are looking for her so that the gate can be opened. They know she is in NYC and are hunting.
|Scale=Major
|Runner=Vicky
|Participants=Vicky, Shadowlite, Natasha Cranston, Loki, Doctor Strange, Raven, Rift, Rikki, Rogue, Sarah Rainmaker, Thor
|Groups=Mystic
|Audience=Everyone
|Genre=PG-13 to R, Demonic and Dark, Temptation
|Desc=Satannish has plans for New York City. And now that he has his lost daughter, his anchor, those plans can begin in earnest. And the city thought kidnappings were bad...
|State=Current
}}