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Ayasha's long lost hand finally is starting to grow back, the bleeding has completely stopped. The lightball refuses to give up, (By that i mean it goes after the nearest target if it misses) and begins to home in at Susanne. (Wish granted)

Edited by Strangerdanger101

Susanne, though she couldn't see much while spinning, saw a white streak among what she could see in blurred vision, and she crouched down defensively as she span, slowing down slightly. She edged closer to the orb, and she suddenly stood up, releasing her own momentum into the shield, and the glass coating hit the orb with a deep, more than audible ding. When the sphere of light hit the shield, an equal, mirror image of it now appeared in the metal layer underneath, which used to be an empty, cloudless sheet.

 

Of course, Susanne couldn't see the mirror image, and she began feeling foolish, wondering what effect that had on the orb.

(And SD, this is the first I've ever seen of you, so, Ayasha is the first character I have seen...keep in mind people, DS only :p go right ahead

And I kinda assumed that from when I saw the response Pecival made)

 

Susanne wasn't the only one who felt unsure of the whatever the orb did...Weifell kept eyeing the mirror image uneasily, nervous about whatever this girl was capable of.

(Claudia, by your system, both me and StrangerDanger have the same initials :3

 

Also, character submission.

 

Name: Markarth

 

Race: Shadow Creature

 

Age: ???

 

Personality: Random and unpredictable

 

Story: Markarth is a very secretive Shadow Being. Unlike the rest of Them, he is not content to merely watch, but to occasionally get a bit more interactive. He may either help or hinder anyone he comes across, in a fashion that is most random. His powers are ice and insanity-based.)

 

Wilson's attention was more focused on the batsilisk creature.

Edited by Silentdarkness1

(Bump.

 

Also, I think I'll reuse a character.

 

Name: Lisul

 

Race: The Enchanted Servant

 

Age: Ageless

 

Gender: Genderless

 

Backstory: This creature has no sense of time, but it can still remember, which is good for the servant; the first step in being truly alive is to have memories. It cannot remember its original owner, but it does know that it was salvaged from the ruins from a strange individual. In that point of time, it was shattered intro remnants and shards of stone, save for the orb in the center, but the new owner was, to say the least, determined. Over the course of several days, or perhaps months (it couldn't tell; time was a strange concept here), it was made whole, the cracks sealed with a mixture of magic and sticky paste. Of course, as it was made, it would have a tendancy to wander. Being set in a new world, it was immensely curious of the world above the ruins it knew so well.

 

Abilities

 

Like A Die, But With Actual Magic, Instead Of That D&D Crap

The creature may not look like much, but it is a powerful being; of course, being powerful, it requires specific commands and keywords for the runes to work, some of which included in the scroll that it was buried with. These words include; Track, useful to leave a track mark on a certain individual, Lux, to emit light, Corporealize, to make intangible creatures whole, among other commands.

 

Appearance: This servant is not a human slave or of the like; the creature itself resembles a large standard die one might see in a board game, except made from stone with intricate carvings and sockets on each of the faces, slots where it's eyes and spider-like chrome legs would be.. So, not like a standard game die. Each of the faces have different materials in the sockets, which are alexandrite, glass, agate, basalt, a reflective chrome, and thulecite. If you looked through the side with glass, you would see a pulsing orb in the core of the cube.

 

Personality: While not necessarily alive or living, this creature does have a disposition of sorts; upon meeting the cube-like creature, you will immediately notice that the creature has an innate, unsatisfiable curiosity. While it does have jurisdiction for its extreme interest, being sealed within a chest for most of it's life, this curiosity is, to say the least, dangerous. It has no moral ideas nor any restraint for it's own safety, which might've been the reason for the creature to be locked.

 

Side Notes: Being a mechanism instead of a being, it has be fueled by something, and it's not going to be the leg of that Tallbird you're stabbing with a spear. Therefore, the being that created it decided to fuel it with either Nightmare Fuel, its byproducts, or magic essences.

 

Eh?)

Wilson only had enough time to fall flat on the ground to avoid the batsilisk's claws. He scrambled back up onto his feet, and slammed the Thulecite Club on the ground, shadowy tentacles rising up and attacking the batsilisk creature.

Wilson quickly turned to the plant-looking enemy, and held the club in a defensive manner. Wendy silently stood up, and dropped the flower she had been carrying the whole time, readying what appeared to be the tip of a Tentacle.

"Alright, Wei, stay safe. I'm going to give the others a hand." Entropy took in the chaos of the scene, from the small skirmishes to the many fallen trees. Two large, shadowy hands erupted from the ground on either side of him, then scooped up large amounts of rock and flung it at his enemies.

Weifell had no idea what the hell was going on, so he did what anyone who couldn't fight would do in a fight...he screamed. And it was loud enough to wake up someone in the dark that had been sleeping in the bushes. This person, a girl, looked upon the chaos, wondering what could possibly be happening.

 

((If anyone minds~))

 

 

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((Name: Wimmy

Age: 9

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Race: Soulmaster

DoB: September 30th, 1983.

Usual eyecolor: A brilliant neon green.(When drawn, she has no eyelight, so keep this in mind.)

Personality: She's as deadly as she is perky, bubbly, and with at first seems like schizophrenia. The few ticks to her, often bopping her own head, or saying "Quiet" to an invisible figure, is a sign of her power as a Soulmaster, being able to see spirits when they it doesn't look like they are there. She has yet to meet someone who can see spirits just as well as she can.

Biography: Wimmy has a shady backstory, with the sudden death of her family, and her being barely alive, as she was found with no legs. A few hours after being taken to the ER, she was told she had no hope of ever walking again, yet Wimmy seemed perfectly alright with being unable to walk. After a good 30 minutes of being left alone, the nurse went to Wimmy's room to check on her only to find that she had disappeared without a trace. Not even the cameras bore any evidence as to what could have possibly happened to Wimmy. What had happened during those 30 minutes was Maxwell arriving shortly after the doctor left when he had told her the bad news, visible only to Wimmy's eyes. Suprised to know that he wasn't a spirit, she sat up to find that her powers had gifted her shadowy, stick-like legs. Suprised himself, Maxwell offered to take her with him, where she could speak with the dead to hear whatever secrets they had to offer. Excited to hear this, she accepted, grabbing his hand. In return, Maxwell had gifted her the Forbidden Knowledge, and on top of that, planted her onto the island, leaving her with his signature message to find food before nighttime arrived. After he warped away into the shadows, she swore revenge in what seemed to be the most eerie thing you would hear out of a 9 year old... "YOU LIED TO ME. YOU'RE GOING TO PAY WITH YOUR SOUL."

Abilities: Standard Soulmaster abilities(Flight, limb regeneration, three-way shape changing, soul consumption), with the addition of the abilities of her two other forms, Shadow and Deerclops. Shadow allows her access to shadow manipulation and shadow possession. Deerclops gives her extra strength and a nasty bite.

Misc: Shadows seem to help her sanity, instead of the other way around, where shadows break sanity. Makes sense considering her shadow form, which she normally sleeps in. Charlie doesn't notice her when she's like this at night. The Deerclops, the Goose, and other hostile mobs don't attack her when she's in her Deerclops form. The ones that do attack her while she's a Deerclops are the Dragonfly and the Bearger.

 

Lot of info here, but I hope it helps.))

(Boop. Good news on Entropy's part, and bad news for bat boy over here. Sure is convenient i'm listening to Night of Nights right now :3 )

 

The spare flower Wendy had been keeping around suddenly rose upwards, spectral energies leaping out of it and taking form into a ghostly spirit. It's eyes squinted furiously. The ghost instantly teleported over to the batsilisk creature and tackled it hard, knocking Wilson out of it's grasp.

The batilisk screeched, trying to bite at the spirit. An even louder screech sounded before it could, and the beast recoiled in pain...as a shadowy blur then tackled the monster with the force of a speeding train, sending it flying into the distance.

The shadow creature soon twisted and scrunched and shrinked into shape of a girl just a foot smaller than Wendy. The shadows then dissapated, revealing a small girl in a purple dress, red and white hair, and big, bright green eyes. She wore a small necklace with what looked like a purple eye, and her legs were shadowy, and comically thin. She looked around at the group, and waved, a happy smile on her face. "Hello there strangers!"

Weifell stood shocked...until finally fainting from what might have almost been a heart attack.

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