08-23-2013, 08:37 AM
Character name:
Nyx.
Character source:
Original, based in the Dragon Age: Origins universe.
Character history:
Nyx was born into the noble family of Amell, but was raised by the Circle of Magi in the Circle Tower. For such a wealthy and influential family to raise a child of magical blood was unheard of, and would certainly have sullied the family name. Nyx was never told who her real parents were, and firmly believed the other magi were her family - that is, until The Harrowing. Though she successfully fought the demon and survived the Fade, the voices lingered..
The demons seduced Nyx into learning (and practicing) forbidden Blood Magic. She spent whatever time she could poring over books on the forbidden art, practicing in the confines of her room within the Circle Tower. She truly believed she had slipped under the radar, until Alistair's Templars burst into her room and found her covered in her own blood, a dead Apprentice at her side.
With Templars closing in on her, Nyx's fate was sealed: either she would die, or become Tranquil. She wasn't counting on a third option: waking up in the Omniverse..
Stats:
ATK: 2
DEF: 3
SPD: 3
TEC: 2
Starting Proficiencies:
Ranged Proficiency - 1000 OM
Reflector Proficiency - 800 OM
Starting Powers:
Hive Mind - 400 OM
Starting Moves:
Blood Bolt - 300 OM
Nyx sheds her blood in order to send a ranged projectile at her foe. This serves as a basic physical attack, but allows her to engage enemies from a (relatively) safe distance.
Empathy - 600 OM
If Nyx attacks, whatever damage she deals to herself is shared by her opponent.
If Nyx defends, half of the damage dealt to her is also shared by her opponent. To activate the defense, Nyx must damage herself before the attack hits. The spell is visible by a red glow around her. Super Moves cannot be defended against with Empathy.
Writing example:
Anything else!
She's not as emo as her magic would imply. Promise. 8D
Nyx.
Character source:
Original, based in the Dragon Age: Origins universe.
Character history:
Nyx was born into the noble family of Amell, but was raised by the Circle of Magi in the Circle Tower. For such a wealthy and influential family to raise a child of magical blood was unheard of, and would certainly have sullied the family name. Nyx was never told who her real parents were, and firmly believed the other magi were her family - that is, until The Harrowing. Though she successfully fought the demon and survived the Fade, the voices lingered..
The demons seduced Nyx into learning (and practicing) forbidden Blood Magic. She spent whatever time she could poring over books on the forbidden art, practicing in the confines of her room within the Circle Tower. She truly believed she had slipped under the radar, until Alistair's Templars burst into her room and found her covered in her own blood, a dead Apprentice at her side.
With Templars closing in on her, Nyx's fate was sealed: either she would die, or become Tranquil. She wasn't counting on a third option: waking up in the Omniverse..
Stats:
ATK: 2
DEF: 3
SPD: 3
TEC: 2
Starting Proficiencies:
Ranged Proficiency - 1000 OM
Reflector Proficiency - 800 OM
Starting Powers:
Hive Mind - 400 OM
Starting Moves:
Blood Bolt - 300 OM
Nyx sheds her blood in order to send a ranged projectile at her foe. This serves as a basic physical attack, but allows her to engage enemies from a (relatively) safe distance.
Empathy - 600 OM
If Nyx attacks, whatever damage she deals to herself is shared by her opponent.
If Nyx defends, half of the damage dealt to her is also shared by her opponent. To activate the defense, Nyx must damage herself before the attack hits. The spell is visible by a red glow around her. Super Moves cannot be defended against with Empathy.
Writing example:
Quote:A few blocks down from the pet store, a twenty-three year old slacker called Lucien was busy sneaking into the local Starbucks. He knew that getting a hot beverage was out of the question, but surely the frappuccinos would’ve survived the power cut? They wouldn’t taste as good, having not been refrigerated for very long, but they’d be drinkable; and Lucien felt like he needed a caffeine fix right now.Source: My (outdated) sample thread at Gaia Online.
When the Infection had begun to spread, he was lounging around in his flat with his housemates. They were playing Rock Band - and yes, half of Lucien’s housemates did believe that succeeding at playing Expert guitar made them real guitarists. As they were arguing over the next song, they had heard a strange, guttural snarl. A black hooded figure had leapt through the glass, shattering it, and aimed for Lucien’s best friend.
“Dude, what the he--” one of Lucien’s roommates had begun, although he found that he lost his voice when the hooded figure began to tear the girl apart as though she was a weightless doll. It hungrily fed on her, growling all the while, though apparently oblivious to the other humans surrounding it. Lucien had been the only one smart enough to turn tail and run, as his friends stood and stared at what would eventually become their fate.
The boy had been on the run ever since. He’d played enough survival horror games to know the basics - that you shouldn’t stay in one place for too long, keep as quiet as possible, etc. Truth be told, though, he hadn’t slept in days. He didn’t dare to. He couldn’t. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw their terrified faces. He watched her blood line the walls as the Infected tore her to shreds. He had named this beast ‘the Hunter’.
Lucien hugged his jacket tighter around his skinny frame as he approached the entrance. The door had been torn from its hinges and lay discarded a few feet away. As the boy’s blue gaze scanned the debris, he couldn’t help but feel a little sick. The bodies of the humans that didn’t make it into undeath were scattered all around; some were slumped over tables, others were hanging off of chairs, and some were in pieces across the floor. The boy had to remind himself that he hadn’t eaten in days, and that now was not the time to become squeamish.
Picking the best path he could through the macabre scene, he eventually arrived at the refrigerator. Not much was left, admittedly. He grabbed a caramel frappuccinos and a few ready-made sandwiches, trying to ignore the bloodstains on the packaging. He thanked the powers that be that the blood wasn’t in his drink or on his food.
Realizing that two sandwiches and a coffee weren’t enough to keep him going, Lucien decided that there must be more supplies in the back room. He could see the door from where he stood - it seemed to be a little ajar, and the dim light from the street was bouncing off something in that room. Setting the sandwiches aside (but keeping a grip on his frappuccino,) Lucien inched towards the door.
Someone was sobbing in the supply cupboard, and from the sounds of it, it was a woman. “Hello?” the boy called tentatively, taking a few small steps towards the door. “Are you okay?” There was no answer, only the continuous sobbing of this poor girl. Wondering what on earth had happened to her - and feeling overwhelmed that he actually had found another survivor, - Lucien picked up the pace and pushed the door open.
Big. Mistake.
As light poured into the room, Lucien’s gaze fell upon the girl who had been crying. She wasn’t a girl at all; she was one of them. Her skin was deathly pale, and she had long, black claws where nails should have been. Her hair was an odd shade of strawberry blonde and was matted with blood. Lucien was lucky he couldn’t see her face… well, until the light hit her, anyway.
Her head jerked in his direction, revealing livid red eyes that positively seethed with rage. As she opened her mouth to scream at him, he saw fangs. Just what the hell WAS this girl?! Whatever she was, Lucien didn’t want to stick around to find out.
He pivoted and bolted towards the exit with the white-haired banshee thing in tow. His heart thundered from beneath his ribcage as he scanned the streets, looking for somewhere he could seek solace. He spotted the pet store. It was big, it had multiple floors… it would do.
He sprinted towards the door of the pet shop, not bothering to look over his shoulder. The banshee had disappeared, much to Lucien’s relief… but where had she disappeared off to?
Anything else!
She's not as emo as her magic would imply. Promise. 8D
