Desolation OOC ((IC restarted))

Sandwoman. P:

Name: Iggy Evans
Age: 22
Gender: Both. But mostly male.
Appearance: It varies. He's normally a solid 6'2" tall. He's slender and pale, as though he's been lightly fed and isn't fond of the sun. He looks generally unkempt. Hs hair is long, messy, and black, with one lock of golden yellow in the front. His eyes are yellow, and they've got a vacant look to them, like he's got another conversation going, and you're just while he's doing while he's having it. His clothing is oversized, but still ripped. He's wearing a too-large charity event staff T-shirt and flannel pajama pants with a ripped bottom laced up with a shoelace; as luck would have it, he has a pair of slippers: the kind with fleecy uppers and legit soles, that actually work like proper shoes.
One more weird thing: he most obviously isn't human. He has a ^-shaped ridge of bony green spines on the crown of his head. There are five spines: one at the peak of the ^, which is at the crown of his head, pointing backwards and slightly up, and two forming the slightly convex sides, which go down below his ears. The spines are connected by a golden membrane with ever-shifting silver swirls in it. (Don't touch it, or he will grow claws and amputate your face with them). That whole thing is about six inches long at the top and five long at the bottom. Also, he has a pair of gently curved bone horns about eight inches long on either side of the frill.
Power: Iggy is a shapeshifter, of sorts. He just has a limited form and terrible control. His alternate form is a green dragon of a generally Western cast. When he's unobserved, he changes, uncontrollably. Generally, it's just a body part swap, unless he tries to do more. But it happens. Every single time. Whenever he's not looked at, he's coming out different. When he's alone, he's in a void where the only thing he can see, hear, feel, or taste is the dragon breathing down his neck.

The dragon form also gives him a breath weapon. But it's not fire, or ice, or anything so crass. It's more like raw, distilled chaos in breath form. It doesn't damage things or hurt people; it's explicitly non-lethal unless the subject inadvertently harms themselves or the subject was already extremely weakened that this might be the straw that broke the camel's back. The effect is that it pretty much rewires the subject's nervous system for some seconds; if you get hit, up is left, right is purple, and backwards is the smell of warm fish, and trying to run twitches your nose instead. It's effective much like a taser, basically, with a bit more chaotically flailing around.

He can potentially grant some minor semi-random favor to a willing subject, but that caries a pretty significant risk that they'll get the dragon too - but one that's much more open to doing what Iggy's dragon wants it to, as any copies of her would be. Iggy has done this precisely once before, on accident, and it didn't result in any derangement, so he is unaware of the risk. The favor fades naturally over time or if the subject wills it gone; once it's gone, though, it's not coming back, perhaps not even if Iggy tries to make it so.
Personality: Iggy was rather carefree before he got picked up and dumped in Eden. Now he'd just like to be left alone by all these psychos, except that he can't stand being alone and has to get food sometime. As previously noted, he's perpetually distracted, trying to stay on top of his own head; if this place would clean up, that would be great, but fat chance.

But then there's the dragon. Or dragoness, to be more accurate about 75% of the time lately. She doesn't match Iggy's personality in the least. She's an obsessive perfectionist and a supremacist that hates anything that isn't hers, precisely because she does not own it. If someone else had a nuclear weapon, the dragon would rail against their very existence on principle. If the dragon were to have one, rationalizations would be made until she was proclaiming its wonders to the world. Sometimes, when Iggy willingly tries to go full-on dragon, he'll end up letting the dragon have full control until he can get it back.
Other:

First sheet! Accepted. Now all we need is two more characters then I can start IC

Name: (I'll get back to this later.)
Age: 19(because any older and not noticing would start to be far harder. The ideal age for this character is actually probably be somewhere around 14-ish because that's when you start to really be aware of the world around you, and when she'd start to question events surrounding herself. but whatever)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Tall and slight, some would think her younger than she is due to a combination of her pixie-ish looks and the air of innocence she exudes. She usually wears dresses, often tattered and dirty, but occasionally finds the rare and elusive piece of truly upper-crust clothing through impossibly fortuitous events. When she does she saves these clothes- regardless of if they be for men or women- until she feels their use is dictated by the solemnity or joy of an occasion. Her eyes are a bright blue, and her hair a vibrant blond that cascades down her back.
Power: From childhood she manifested two incredibly powerful but also indirect powers- she can passively effect events around herself, even from great distances, by changing the likelihood of an event. This ability is capable of effecting things years in advance- a pipe rusting so it breaks exactly when she needs it to, a tree growing on unforgiving soil in order to alter the behavior of those in a particular area, and so on. Her other ability is a passive form of precognizance, which allows her to "see" areas where bad things will happen. This often manifests in the form of noises to tell her what is what, and if she should ignore this subconscious early-warning system then she will hear something between a constant gong and an air raid siren until she leaves the danger zone or the danger passes. Neither of these abilities are capable of making the impossible happen- just the unlikely.
Personality: Incredibly Naive, she rarely, if ever, had any problems as a small child born into this city, and as such never developed the savvy most citizens have for spotting danger and cons- her abilities kept her from ever needing these skills. Later she was taken in by one of the most powerful mob families in the city as an early warning system for attacks, where they used her reactions(such as suddenly claiming she had a headache or needed to leave the room) to determine when something dangerous was about to happen- and be ready for it.
She is quick to trust and form friendships, and more than a few have tried to take advantage of this over the years, but, as with any other with negative intentions towards her, events conspired against them until they changed their aims.
Other: yup.

Accepted. And sorry about the age limit thing, it's just that teenage angst is getting tiring in the super RPs I'm in.

I finished my sheet too :3 I hope it's okay...

Name: Cassie Kelly
Age: Twenty three
Gender: Female
Appearance: A word that comes to mind when seeing Cassie Kelly is filthy. She has long, unkept brown hair with long bangs that cover her forest green eyes. She is of medium build, not to skinny not to tall and has muscle, but not so much that she looks like a creepy body builder.

As for clothing, it’s nothing too spectacular. She wears baggy brown shorts with no shortage (haha puns) of pocket space. She wears a forest green loose -t-shirt that has rips and tears randomly sprawled around. Cassie doesn’t like to wear shoes but owns a pair just in case. All the skin that is revealed on Cassie’s body is brushed with sand, dirt or dust. There is almost always dirt on her, as bathing would be impossible for her. The best she could so is get a dry cloth and try to brush it off.

Power: Cassie, in a nutshell, is a sand women. She has complete power over the manipulation of sand and things like sand including some dirts and some small rocks. She can do a few more things with her sandy powers, such as turning her limbs into sand tombs during battle and Cassie is training to be able to turn other parts of her into sand, to allow projectiles to pass through, leaving her unharmed.
Personality: Before being taken into Eden Cassie had a few really great friends and plans on carrying that mindset into hell. Cassie sticks to one friend group and if you aren’t in it then she isn’t going to treat you well. If you are her friend though then she is going to stay with you until the end of the world.

Despite her often rough exterior and often cruelty towards strangers, Cassie, once you get to know her is a goofy ‘Always look on the bright side’ kind of girl. If you are really close to her then she would even think twice about helping you in a pinch or lead you around the ruins that she knows so well.
Other: Um...Yep.

Two more characters, heh. Accepted as well. Time to get started on the IC, which hopefully will be done by tonight.

Name: Tony Callihan

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance: Tony is in the shortest possible description extremely average. He stands at a normal 5’10“, and his weight is around 170lbs. His head is itself also not terribly striking, as it is capped with short brown hair, and follows down only to simple blue eyes, and an average facial structure. It having been about two months since he’s shaved however, his facial hair is beginning to grow back in and now features as a 5 O’clock shadow. He wears more or less simple clothes considering the lack of ability to find replacements in this city. He still has the button-up he came in here with, which was just white and black flannel, but it’s long since lost too many buttons to actually button. Under that he has a more or less clean scavenged T-shirt and jeans, along with some rather sturdy leather boot. All in all, he has the air of a normal person, and more importantly, as an un-powered civilian. Many people have made this mistake, some of them get to feel their insides cook.

Power: Tony has the limited ability to manifest and project concentrated streams of electromagnetic waves that lie outside of the visible spectrum. The uses for this being as obviously immense as they are, he has a few limitations. He firstly has little idea of how to use his power so far, being a recent addition to Eden, and having only experienced it slightly longer. The higher wave functions are also beyond his ability to manifest much of the time without undue effort, and any of his “useful” uses of the power, such as microwaves or the gamma waves, end up causing physical burns on his body where he projected them. He also normally can only project these waves from his hands.

Personality: Tony is what many would call a stand up guy. He’s not a bad person, and is more than willing to look out for the little guy, and do the nice thing. This has made life here in Eden unexplainable hard. Still, a man must eat, and he is not above killing for survival if need be. Tony has the air of caring, or at least mild compassion, no matter what is going on, and he just seems trustworthy, often because he is. Unfortunately, much of his personality is slogging off to become hardened to the growing hardness of life around him, and while he would love to fix this place up, and get these mutants living like people should, he knows he can’t.
Other:

Pretty much bad, yeah. But I hope it's workable.

Name: Lilith Suraci
Age: 23
Gender: Female

Appearance: Lilith is a bit on the tall side at 6 feet tall and 120 lbs. Most of her height is in her middle section, but that will be explained in more detail below. Sharp cheekbones frame her angular face. Her pure black hair reaches to just above her shoulders, but most of the time it’s pulled back into a messy bun so it stays out of her eyes. Her eyes are devoid of colored irises or whites. Everything about them is obsidian in coloration, except for any reflected light on their surfaces.
Then there is the most obvious part of her appearance, helped in part by the very nature of her power. Wings sprout where most people would have arms. Each individual wing is nearly twice the size of a human arm, more lift is required than a normal arm’s length could provide. On the spot where a hand would normally be are three claw-tipped fingers. The wings’ feathers are dark as a starless night, but shimmer with a myriad of colors when light hits them. The wings’ size also requires more space for musculature on her upper body, which contributes to its longer length.
Clothing-wise, she must accommodate her wings. She wears an oversize gray t-shirt with slits cut down its sides as makeshift sleeves. Sweatpants are her usual choice for pants. Tennis shoes are a pain to tie given her limited dexterity, so heel-less gray boots have to suffice. If it’s cold outside she’ll usually scavenge a coat and throw it around her shoulders or find a blanket and do the same.

Power: Lilith’s arms are truly the wings of a raven, albeit quite a bit larger. The wingspan is expansive and their breadth allows her to create large whirlwinds with each flap. She also has control over the winds when her wings are not in motion, though it is usually limited to smaller gusts of wind. Shields of spinning air can be created, but they require a large amount of energy and leave her severely weakened afterwards.
Her bones are thinner than a normal human’s due to her particular power, leaving her more vulnerable to bone fractures and breaks. Her hands are also limited to three claw-tipped fingers at the “elbows” of her wings. Therefore, she has limited dexterity, as she essentially has two fingers and a thumb. While air is her element, already stormy or stirred up air is more difficult to control.

Personality: She’s a recluse, put simply. Frightened reactions and uneasy stares can only be endured for so long before one tires of human company (or at least the company of intolerant members). Sure, she’d like to have a friend to work with in this fresh hell she’s found herself in, but unless one pops up, she’ll stay solitary. Lilith mainly sticks to the shadowed places and quiet hideaways when they’re available. If someone were to join forces with her and show themselves to be trustworthy, she’d protect them with her life. She also has a bit of a motherly streak.

Other: nope

Lilith and Iggy would probably get along well. I was going to use an NPC for Iggy's roomie, but perhaps she would make a better long-term.

That's fine with me, Iggy is a very unique character. They would make an interesting team.

We could start off with them together, if you want, or we could find each other. Basically, Iggy needs someone to talk to, someone to look at him.

Should probably start on my sheet. Lolz. One metal eating, sweating, and spitting dude coming right on up. Probably get it done tomorrow, so watch out.

They could probably run into each other within the first post or two, for more interaction opportunities, if that's alright with you.

Sounds great.

Spark Balu. Spark for my enjoyment!

I neeeeds a name...

hummm...

Joanna? no... Joan? no... I want something with a J(don't ask me why, I just do)... Jen? hmmm... maybe.

Jenna. Her name is Jenna. DONE.

Name: Gunnar Dallas Chorster
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Gunnar, or Dallas as he likes to be called among his fellow street folk, looks like the kind of guy that has been around the block a few times. Dallas has ruffled, dirtied up blonde hair that looks as if nobody has taken much care for it to the point of not even bothering with it, and some parts seems to have been dyed black, whether it be from the dirt, grime, exhaust, or carbon dioxide. This seems to match well with the dirty pale skin that reflects the gloomy atmosphere of Eden. There are large dark bags beneath his peculiar eyes as if he hadn't slept in days (whether it be out of disorder or neglect to do so). The peculiar eyes as I mentioned before is very strange, and has little to no pigment in them. His eyes are whited out and in the middle of each eye are four pupils huddled together that tends to spread out, huddle together and even rotate when his eyes dilate. He has impressive vision, and it only makes him come off as more threatening, as if the black leather jacket, dark, baggy, tattered jeans and tattered grey undershirt hadn't already screamed "brutal thug". Raggedy, black steel toed boots tend to compliment his look as well, and leaves a nice resounding crack of the ribs when you kick someone in the abdomen with them.

Dallas is a 6'1" athletic and weighs 178 lbs, so that alone can scare off the stray pedestrian. His black leather jackets hugs him fine and it seems to be well fitted as it hardly shows off his physical aptitude. While it may have no doubt been a fine jacket some time ago, those days are over. Along the back there are eight large holes, four on either side of his back and are parallel aligned. On the tips of his fingers are little holes almost as small as a sewing needle, and he has a set of sharpened teeth on either side of his mouth that are linked to paralytic poison glands that are located next to the nasal passages.

Power: He's like Spider Man! Except Dallas is cooler and isn't a nerd dressed up in a colorful, skin-tight, one piece suit. Eight massive legs fit for an arachnid painfully sprout from his back. The feet of these spider legs are actually rather sharp and can impale people and is capable of climbing up buildings. He is fully capable of controlling these new appendages and he rises at least four or five feet in the air where his arms and legs hang freely. The tips of his fingers have holes where he is capable of spinning strong webs to encase people and other individuals, animals and objects. He has also gotten into the habit of using the webs to puppeteer people. His eyes are stronger, and he is capable of injecting a poison that can easily paralyze people who are weak willed. A stronger willed person would stumble about, feel dizzy and have impaired vision, but wouldn't be rendered completely immobile. Clearly, he is considered rather powerful, and he has grown to rely on his ability, to the point of having to resort to it whenever he feels threatened. Still though, he is still a giant spider with more or less human intelligence. If you can stay away from his spider legs and steer clear of his hands, there isn't much he can do to you besides chase you (which wouldn't be too hard actually considering the size of his legs). He is deathly afraid of fire however. Not a simple lighter, but big puffs of flames. He also handles the cold poorly, as he is technically cold blooded. He usually has his gang for backup, and isn't the bravest of souls. He just talks big.

Other: I want to add a bio and personality but I don't feel up to it. He has a gang, he's a rapist, has had dealings with psychopomp, et cetera. Aka, he is an unlikable person.

Both sheets are accepted. Now the key to this RP is interaction. Who wants to interact with Leon/Amy, or possibly Neron?

Who wants to commit suicide?

... I mean... interact with Jenna?

Tony might interact with technically anyone, but I was going to hold off to talk to Eo about a lil' something something regarding his second character, before I place myself somewhere.

My character is chill to talk to anyone :3 maybe Leon if you want XD

DB wrote:

My character is chill to talk to anyone :3 maybe Leon if you want XD

Uh sure, could Leon possibly run into the "home" of Cassie for shelter?

That would be fine by me :3