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RainRipple ONLINE Forum Posts: 280	Posted: Wed, 14/04/2021 16:22 (4 Years ago)
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Posted: Wed, 14/04/2021 05:07 (4 Years ago)

Name: Radiance Veraz
Age: 15
Gender/Pronouns: Female, she/her
Personality: Thoughtful and calm, Radiance appears to be more of an introvert to the outward eye, acting rather removed. Beneath this, however, is hidden vast storages of ideals and ambition, mostly developed during her time at Hogwarts and therefore not present during her Sorting Ceremony. Her hunger for learning, however, most certainly was, leading to her placement in Ravenclaw. It could be said that this latter trait was what lead to her growing ambition, perhaps, as she came to wish to weaponize knowledge, to promote Muggle Born witches and wizards above Purebloods, believing those with a knowledge of both worlds would be the most effective holders of wizarding secrets. Though all of this truly lays within her, she is rarely seen taking action, usually spending her free time reading or working ahead on essays she assumes she'll be assigned eventually.
Appearance: 5'2'', blunt features, deep set black eyes, rosy beige skin, straight, layered, red hair with dark brown undertones; (x). Outside of school she can be found in average Muggle clothing, though typically falling more on the darker gradient with her tops, such as a black or grey sweatshirt or dress shirt, and lighter with her pants and shorts, usually wearing white jeans. In school, she wears the required uniform, though does get dress coded from time to time for attempting to slip in Muggle apparel. She generally wears silver or matte grey eyeshadow and a plain braided leather bracelet, as well.
Year: 4
House: Ravenclaw
Wand: Vine wood with a dragon heartstring core, 13 2/3 inches and unyielding
Patronus: Dolphin
Others: N/A, though she is quite skilled at weather magic and is currently gaining interest in nonverbal spells, although, being still a fourth year, hasn't had much exposure yet.
Quidditch Position: N/A
Blood Status: Muggle born
Extra: TS: "Queen", by Stephen Jerzak

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Posted: Wed, 14/04/2021 00:20 (4 Years ago)

As the twenty-three-year-old turned around the corner, the cadence of arguing voices caught her attention. She formed a small 'O' with her mouth and raised her eyebrows, green eyes twinkling, as she picked up the pace slightly, poking her head through the entrance to the library. "What topic are we debating so fiercely today?" Isolde chirped, her tone bubbly. Nothing like a spot of conflict to brighten things up! She recognized two other members of the court, Cardinal and Escaviler, though she'd hardly interacted with them. Interesting.

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Posted: Tue, 13/04/2021 22:32 (4 Years ago)

Isolde, despite her enjoyment of the presentation, had left quickly, not too keen on being caught in the crossfire. Dying didn't seem particularly fun, at least if she was the one doing it. Other people dying could be entertaining, though, especially if they had attachments. It had been so very long since she herself had formed any sort of bond, or even a relationship in which she viewed the other person as anything more than a source of amusement. In fact, she didn't know whether or not she ever had. Her mother had always been aloof, full of never-met expectations. Isolde was fine with that. She didn't feel any remorse for her lack of love; it was simply what she knew, and she was at peace with it. Her shoes clicked against the palace floor as she walked, and she began humming cheerfully, her dress swishing about her ankles. Irritating. She'd deal with it when she got back to her quarters.

Peregrine hurried quietly into the subdued town, keeping her gaze down. Her hood cast a shadow over her face, causing the dapples on her skin to become less noticeable. It didn't hide them completely, but at least they weren't as in-your-face as normal. The condition had begun to develop when she had just turned eleven, and her mother had immediately panicked, despairing of her daughter ever finding a husband or being accepted by society. She herself had been too young to really care or understand, but her mother had sought out everyone she could think of who may have some knowledge of witchcraft, assuming it to be a curse. Finally, a passing physician had seen her playing out in the front yard and paused to ask her mother about the origination of the discolorations, saying it was a known medical condition from where he was from. Peregrine's mother remained somewhat unconvinced, but her desperate search for a solution had come to a halt. As the girl had gotten older, it had become clear that her mother wasn't the only one of that view. Most children her age had refused to ever touch her for some superstition that the blemishes may be contagious. They weren't, clearly, as the other members of her family didn't have any such markings, but explaining that had never worked.

As she set the furs down on the table outside her client's boarded up home along the usually-bustling commerce avenue of the town, a faint commotion caught her attention above the deafening silence of town that now lay quiet as a mouse. A noise from inside could be heard, though, as a harried looking man slipped out, glancing both ways before leaving the doorstep, taking the furs, and depositing a handful of coins on the table. Peregrine usually had to wait in line to make the exchange, and at first had been offended by this, as he tended to hand them directly to most other vendors, but by now it had become simply routine. She quickly counted them and noted that the amount had once again decreased. She said nothing, but her body language must gave given away her disappointment. "I'm sorry, girl, but business is tight," he said, not unkindly, before hurrying back inside. He wasn't a mean man, and the young woman knew that. Everything was tight nowadays, anyway. She just would have to increase her hunting hours, work harder than previously. While she could feed her family just fine, there were always tariffs and taxes to pay, and she suspected they may increase yet again quite soon.

Slipping the coins into a hidden pocket just on the inside of the hem of her dress at the shoulder, she decided to investigate the shouting. If it proved to be trouble, she reckoned, she did have her hunting knife with her.

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RainRipple ONLINE Forum Posts: 280	Posted: Tue, 13/04/2021 00:30 (4 Years ago)
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Posted: Sun, 11/04/2021 04:38 (4 Years ago)

Isolde's eyes had followed the snake both cautiously and with intrigue. Oh, yes, it was a slightly frightening creature, but the fear she felt brought her joy, and she had to quickly lifted a black-gloved finger to cover the little grin that flickered across her mouth when it transformed into a human. Absolutely enthralling. Granted, it wasn't exactly an action to worry about hiding, at least for her; the young woman almost constantly had some form of amusement in her expression, to the point where it was simply assumed to be normal for her, which it was. If she didn't appear to have her interest caught by something, the best thing for those around her to do was get out of the vicinity as quickly as they may.

The way she sat in her chair would have appalled her mother, a prim, proper woman long since buried beneath the earth; one leg was crossed over the other as she leaned slightly to the side, her right elbow resting on the armrest, chin on the back of her right hand. Oh, she didn't mean it in disrespect to her ruler, who she, for one, found to bring about quite a bit more occurrences which fell into the realm of fascinating than King Taurus ever had. Isolde was frightened by Queen Etheria, but, as with the snake, though on a greater scale, was also invigorated by that fright. No, she simply found it more comfortable, and also quite enjoyed the withering glares she had gotten at first from the older court members, though they had morphed into more of irritated sighs of annoyance over time. Not necessarily as pleasing, but still acceptable.

Peregrine set the two bowls from hers and her brother's meal on the countertop with a clunk. Their parents had eaten a bit before the two siblings and now sat together just a couple feet away preparing pelts in what served as the family's sitting room, though in reality their entire cottage only truly had three rooms, one of which was for food storage, one her parents' bedroom, and one served as a kitchen, dining room, sitting room, and closet. It was a small home, but it served their needs and they had learned to make do with what they had.

Behind her, she heard a rustling, and so turned around quickly. By the door hung some old tattered coats, one for each family member, a wide-brimmed hat, a wooden walking stick for her father, and her own bow and quiver. These latter two objects were now being once more inspected, as he was oft to do, by her brother, a scrawny brown-haired fifteen-year-old by the name of Osprey. Peregrine had never discouraged his fascination with the tools of her trade; in fact, she was quite pleased with it. In a year or so, once he was old enough that their mother would allow him, she hoped he could join her in her work, hunting wild game and selling their furs and the meat her family didn't need. However, at the moment, her mother wanted Osprey to pick up a more respectable profession, such as a soldier, like their father had been before his injury. Peregrine was working on convincing her otherwise, but she hadn't made much headway, and it wouldn't help the cause for her brother to be seen taking down and gazing at her bow, as he now was.

"Osi," she muttered in a low, quiet voice, hurrying up behind him and gently reaching for the weapon. "Why don't you go help Father with cleaning the pelts?" She quickly set it back on its hook and silenced his protest by squeezing his shoulder. "It's important. Please?" After a moment of hesitation, he sighed and nodded. In a whisper, she added, "And don't be playing with this while I'm out; it wouldn't do for Mother to spot you." "Aw, Peregrine..." Osprey whined, though he seemed to comply with her command, stalking away to flop onto the floor beside their father. "Make sure to be as noisy as you can!" she called after his stomping footsteps before kneeling to pick up the stack of already-prepared furs collected over the course of that week that she was due to bring to the market. Pulling up the hood of the cloak she had donned prior to dinner, the young woman slipped out the door of the cottage, sliding the wooden latch closed behind her and setting off down the stone pathway leading to the main road, which in turn lead to town after a twenty minute walk or so.

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Posted: Fri, 09/04/2021 02:29 (4 Years ago)

Ocha watched warily as the Rayquaza raised an eyebrow cooly. "What is a child, a Mythical, no doubt, doing here? Llyr, Amir, what say you we-" "Hold up, your names are... Llyr and Amyr. Please don't tell me your-" Ocha pointed to the Rayquaza. "name also ends in 'ear'." The green-haired man paused and glared at her. "So what if it does?" he growled. "Well, I'm just saying, it's... dumb." "Ocha!" Oasis groaned, whapping her shoulder with the back of his hand. "Whaaaat?" "He's Zephyr," the Groudon said, somewhat offhandedly, clearly not quite registering the situation.

Ocha shrugged in triumph. "There you go!" she said. "Dumb. So are you, like, going to try and scare us off? Also dumb!" "Agh! Fancy demonstrating to them their own stupidity?" he intoned to his younger siblings, inclining his head back towards them. "Certainly," the Groudon grinned, flames beginning to flicker about his hand as he prepared a Fire Punch. Llyr elbowed his shoulder. "Idiot," the Latias heard her grumble. "Don't use a close-range attack!" "Oh, shut it, what do you know?" the red-head retorted loudly, but he obeyed, kneeling and slamming his fist into the ground, setting off an Earthquake, though this was at a much larger scale than that previously caused by the legend Ocha was assuming to be a Landorus.

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Posted: Wed, 07/04/2021 17:23 (4 Years ago)

Heck, Grace grimaced internally. Glad to have spread her wings earlier, she now jumped up into the air, and while that really only meant she was about 11 inches above the ground, she was able to tilt herself forwards without flapping them, causing her to glide towards near where the alien was standing, though both were still invisible. Alighting without a sound once more on the ground, she quickly removed the illusion around herself partially, appearing as the brown-haired grey-eyed girl her neighbors knew. Those were her actual physical traits, yes, but she kept her facial structure different and her clothing more typical, just to help with avoiding being recognized by anyone, should a fight she engaged in be observed. Pax sometimes said she was too cautious with all of this. "I repeat," she said, making her voice deeper to mimic that of the alien, as well as making it obvious that she was doing so on purpose. "I want to know where's the clam? And how is it hot here?" Mrs. Rose glanced back, raising an eyebrow. "Grace? When did you-?" "Oh, Mrs. Rose, hi. Sorry if I startled you, Pax, Carmen, and I are just goofing off," she cut in quickly. "Well, alright, dear, have... fun?" The woman looked quite confused, but turned around and headed down the stairs, closing the door behind her. Grace turned back to the alien, willing her to become visible again. "Why don't you tell us how you got here?" she said, crossing her arms cooly. The metallic rattle sounded again as she closed her wings, though they remained hidden from sight.

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Posted: Wed, 07/04/2021 05:34 (4 Years ago)

Oasis sighed and glanced at his sister, about to say something to her telepathically. However, before he could muster the strength required to carry out such an action in this form, a snicker from a hill off to his left caused him to turn. A tall man with long green hair falling down his back and wearing a similarly green robe with bright orange and yellow decals all over was standing with his arms crossed, staring down at the legends in the clearing. To his right was a young woman with sapphire blue hair pulled up in two ponytails, one to the left of her head and one to the right, and wearing a red-blue-and-white minidress with long billowing sleeves, and to the left was a young man with spiky red hair, a red dress shirt with black decals that was unbuttoned over a white t-shirt, and black jeans with red decals. "What have we got here, eh?" the woman, who Oasis thought must be Kyogre, said with amusement. "Looks like a motley crew, out to save the world and steal our plates," the red-haired one responded. "You mean the Sword's plates." "I mean what I said." "You mean meant." The two were now glaring at each other, their attention completely diverted from the clearing. The green-haired man broke in, sounding exasperated. "Cool your jets."

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Posted: Wed, 07/04/2021 04:49 (4 Years ago)

Once more, the door to the roof opened as Grace's neighbor, an older woman who was the type to always have cookies and lemonade on hand at any given moment, walked out. Quickly, she flicked her wrist in the direction of the alien woman laying on the ground, turning her invisible. On second thought, that probably wasn't the best action, she realized. If she spoke, Mrs. Rose would be... concerned, to say the least, to hear a voice from empty air. "Is everything alright, Pax, dear?" the woman asked, not recognizing Grace. "Something lit up outside my window." Concentrating on making her thoughts as loud as possible, as Pax could sometime sense them, provided they were obvious enough to him and the person having those thoughts actually intended for him to sense them. He seemed to understand what she wanted, and so, as a flashlight appeared behind the illusion-Pax's back, he spoke telepathically to the older woman, "No worries, ma'am, that was just my showing my friend the flashlight I bought for Grace." Seeming satisfied by this, Mrs. Rose turned to leave.

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Posted: Wed, 07/04/2021 04:02 (4 Years ago)

Pax narrowed his eyes and spoke to the alien's mind, relaying the conversation to Grace as well. This technique of not revealing their exact location worked best when they were together, as Grace on her own, if she had to speak, would immediately it give away. Pax was able to speak telepathically, should he so desire, and so could further conceal where they were actually standing. State your business, foreigner, he said, careful, as usual when wanting to retain anonymity, to not broadcast any of his emotions.

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Posted: Wed, 07/04/2021 03:47 (4 Years ago)

Grace whirled around, her appearance quickly reverting to how it had been previously, Pax changing to look like an older and much shorter man with blond hair. The location of the two shifted some five feet to the side, the movements of the projections matching those of Grace and Pax, though lagging behind by a second or two. The sound of metal sliding past metal could be heard just over their running footsteps, though no obvious source of it could be seen. Though the illusion she was projecting didn't copy the movement, the real Grace pressed out her palm ahead of her, an invisible pointed prism forming just in front of it as she glared warily at the green creature lying in the potato garden.

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Posted: Wed, 07/04/2021 03:10 (4 Years ago)

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Name: Grace, or “Prism” (Last name unknown)
Age: 21
Appearance: 5’0”, pointed features, heart shaped face, olive skin, dark brown hair falling just past her shoulders that is usually pulled up into a ponytail, piercing grey eyes, metal bird wings sprouting from her back (x). She wears simply a black long-sleeved turtleneck shirt with slits in the back for her wings, old black jeans, and old white sneakers, her outfit and hair looking somewhat like (x), though not the shoes or face.
Personality: Cold, reserved, and condescending, she can be difficult to get along with. She was raised as a thief by unloving, manipulative parents, and therefore has only truly ever known that life. Though rarely forming bonds, when she does, she is fiercely loyal, to the point of murderous rage in the instance that something were to happen to the other party. Trust is a near-foreign concept to her, as, at the age of 8, she ran from her criminal family, falling into the hands of an evil organization, who enticed her with kindness before turning on her and using her for experiments with the Reality Stone. She gained her powers and wings from this. Grace is very unaware of the general workings of the world, having been absorbed by the Stone during the testing and only set free seemingly randomly 12 years later.
Skill set and powers: Grace has the ability to fly with her robotic wings. She also is able to manipulate light rays and prisms, hence her alias. This latter power allows her to control her appearance in the eyes of others, as well as what those others see. However, it takes extreme concentration to maintain these illusions, as they involve very intricate workings regarding reflections, refractions, individual rays of light, and mirrors. Additionally, the prisms she controls can be turned into projectile shards.

Grace was sitting on the edge of the concrete wall running around the roof garden at the top of her apartment building. To any passerby, she looked simply to be a rather petite young woman taking a break after a long day of work. Even someone who knew her well wouldn't recognize her, however. Long, strawberry blonde hair appeared to be pinned up in a messy bun, and she looked to be wearing an oversized forest green sweatshirt and exercise shorts. The door to the roof opened behind her and a kindly looking 22 year old young man walked out, running a hand through his pale brown hair, clipped short on the sides but long, slightly curly, and messy on top, glancing around, clearly searching for something. He noticed the girl and made his way over with a grin, hopping up to sit beside her. As she turned to him, her hair suddenly and without warning changed to a cool brown, her face becoming more rounded than before, blue eyes changing to a steely grey, though her clothing remained unaltered. "Are you actually wearing shorts?" Pax Reed grinned teasingly. Grace raised an eyebrow and shook her head.

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