Post by Kitty on Jan 10, 2018 17:46:01 GMT -5
I'M GONNA MARRY THE NIGHT,
"COWABUNGAAAA!!!"
NAME: Katherine Kearns
GENDER: Female
AGE: Sixteen
AFFILIATION: Sun
GONNA MAKE LOVE TO THE STARS,
PERSONALITY: Rambunctious | Obnoxious | Impulsive | Loud | Instinctual | Stubborn | Curious | Naive
LIKES: Cats | Family | Play | Pranks | Casualness | Climbing | Mischief | Scapegoats
DISLIKES: Soft-spoken | Adults | Authority | Seriousness | Loneliness | Guilt
I'M NOT GONNA CRY ANYMORE,
HISTORY:
A stressful labor followed by stressful maintenance, Kitty turned out almost the opposite of her older brother. Her cries pierced through the warm hut, reaching the residents several homes away, and did not stop for hours on end. Her mother’s comforts could not clearly reach her for nature had hindered a fraction of the bab’s hearing.
It wasn’t until years later until the family started noticing a small detachment within their daughter’s behavior and unresponsiveness to their calls. The named had to be called several times with increasing volume until the golden gaze finally turned. With careful diagnostics, it was the youngest that piped up about the girl’s hard of hearing.
For six years, Kitty lived with the handicap, although not knowing her own weakness for there was nothing she could compare to, only knowing the muffled sounds of life since birth. Come her seventh birthday, the parents had trusted their eldest to have enough experience to attempt a cure. Long hands covering pointed ears, Quinn meditated on the mishap and dedicated his soul to the treatment.
Muted noises cleared through her ears and the piercing noises rang in her head. Every breath, scuffle on the floor, and rustle of cloth reached her cochleas, a keenness that felt supernatural, exhilarating.
It did nothing to the child’s volume of voice.
Be it before or after her revolutionary alleviation, Kitty was ever so loud and obnoxious in her endeavors. She was either giving her family trouble with pranks and public embarrassment, or catalyzing parental duties by dragging her brothers into her fun.
It didn't help that her blessing had arrived the same time her brother’s did, at a young age. Those who first experienced the mayhem of it thought of it as a curse, the Sun’s punishment for their sins.
While still in her crib, the excited girl occasionally attempted climbing over the bars, but the real trouble came when Quinn spotted his sister levitating into the air. At first, it was just her. Soon after, other objects would also lose their grip on the ground and float about. It was months of hell for the parents until the child had grown tired of the game.
Life certainly wasn’t easy after the daughter’s addition, but each day had its own unique highlight that everyone was appreciative of.
No one in the capital thought it was a smart idea to instruct the messmaker in combat, and no one thought it was possible to discipline the rambunctious toddler, but her mother insisted. The feral spirit strolled through the clan’s weaponry, golden eyes gleaming upon each shard of metal and armoured construction. Before long, it was various metallic accessories that caught her eye and soon fell into her palms.
The people were right, there was no containing the brat. Kitty did not listen to any of her lesson yet still learned combat on her own time with her own style that mixed in her own manipulations of air. It was built purely off of street knowledge and fighting experience, always getting into scuffles with different soldiers until she was uncatchable. A warrior that excelled above anyone else, she was a bundle of unique expertise that could not be reeled in. A sneaky gnat to the Sun Clan’s efforts.
She remains wild to this day, free spirited to her own decisions and slipping out of authority's grasp. Despite the unkempt mannerisms, however, Kitty does hold compassion for her family and does not favor the taking of lives.
FAMILY:
Mother - Lady Adelaide, War Councilwoman for the Sun Clan’s Leader
Father - Famous fabrics and dyes merchant
Older Brother - Quinn Kearns, 21 years
Brother - Linus Kearns, 12 years
POWERS:
GENERAL RELATIVITY - Manipulating the fabric of spacetime.
WEAPONS:
RICOCHET - A pair of clawed gauntlets, the metal scales are golden hue and decorated with ambers. Each talon extends an additional inch from the fingertip and are thin in shape with a vertical double edge that curves toward the point. Rarely are they unequipped, bare hands only visible at home, when feasting, or in other select times.
SHRAPNEL - A kit of seven throwing knives who's hilts have long tails of silk cords. Each line stretches for several meters and are attached in an equidistant ring on her hips. For when the playing field is in the air, each knife acts as a grappling hook that aids the feline in maneuvering around. Each blade is easily thrown and retracted back with the help of General Relativity.
DOWN THE STREETS I LOVE,
OOC NAME: Lykes
HOW DID YOU FIND US: ---
PASSWORD: Moon Cookies
CUSTOM TITLE: Moth Child
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
"COWABUNGAAAA!!!"
I WON'T GIVE UP ON MY LIFE,
NAME: Katherine Kearns
GENDER: Female
AGE: Sixteen
AFFILIATION: Sun
GONNA MAKE LOVE TO THE STARS,
PERSONALITY: Rambunctious | Obnoxious | Impulsive | Loud | Instinctual | Stubborn | Curious | Naive
LIKES: Cats | Family | Play | Pranks | Casualness | Climbing | Mischief | Scapegoats
DISLIKES: Soft-spoken | Adults | Authority | Seriousness | Loneliness | Guilt
I'M NOT GONNA CRY ANYMORE,
HISTORY:
A stressful labor followed by stressful maintenance, Kitty turned out almost the opposite of her older brother. Her cries pierced through the warm hut, reaching the residents several homes away, and did not stop for hours on end. Her mother’s comforts could not clearly reach her for nature had hindered a fraction of the bab’s hearing.
It wasn’t until years later until the family started noticing a small detachment within their daughter’s behavior and unresponsiveness to their calls. The named had to be called several times with increasing volume until the golden gaze finally turned. With careful diagnostics, it was the youngest that piped up about the girl’s hard of hearing.
For six years, Kitty lived with the handicap, although not knowing her own weakness for there was nothing she could compare to, only knowing the muffled sounds of life since birth. Come her seventh birthday, the parents had trusted their eldest to have enough experience to attempt a cure. Long hands covering pointed ears, Quinn meditated on the mishap and dedicated his soul to the treatment.
Muted noises cleared through her ears and the piercing noises rang in her head. Every breath, scuffle on the floor, and rustle of cloth reached her cochleas, a keenness that felt supernatural, exhilarating.
It did nothing to the child’s volume of voice.
Be it before or after her revolutionary alleviation, Kitty was ever so loud and obnoxious in her endeavors. She was either giving her family trouble with pranks and public embarrassment, or catalyzing parental duties by dragging her brothers into her fun.
It didn't help that her blessing had arrived the same time her brother’s did, at a young age. Those who first experienced the mayhem of it thought of it as a curse, the Sun’s punishment for their sins.
While still in her crib, the excited girl occasionally attempted climbing over the bars, but the real trouble came when Quinn spotted his sister levitating into the air. At first, it was just her. Soon after, other objects would also lose their grip on the ground and float about. It was months of hell for the parents until the child had grown tired of the game.
Life certainly wasn’t easy after the daughter’s addition, but each day had its own unique highlight that everyone was appreciative of.
No one in the capital thought it was a smart idea to instruct the messmaker in combat, and no one thought it was possible to discipline the rambunctious toddler, but her mother insisted. The feral spirit strolled through the clan’s weaponry, golden eyes gleaming upon each shard of metal and armoured construction. Before long, it was various metallic accessories that caught her eye and soon fell into her palms.
The people were right, there was no containing the brat. Kitty did not listen to any of her lesson yet still learned combat on her own time with her own style that mixed in her own manipulations of air. It was built purely off of street knowledge and fighting experience, always getting into scuffles with different soldiers until she was uncatchable. A warrior that excelled above anyone else, she was a bundle of unique expertise that could not be reeled in. A sneaky gnat to the Sun Clan’s efforts.
She remains wild to this day, free spirited to her own decisions and slipping out of authority's grasp. Despite the unkempt mannerisms, however, Kitty does hold compassion for her family and does not favor the taking of lives.
FAMILY:
Mother - Lady Adelaide, War Councilwoman for the Sun Clan’s Leader
Father - Famous fabrics and dyes merchant
Older Brother - Quinn Kearns, 21 years
Brother - Linus Kearns, 12 years
POWERS:
GENERAL RELATIVITY - Manipulating the fabric of spacetime.
She has a keen sense of where the dimensions of spacetime lies, and this sensitivity allows her to feel any disturbances by objects or individuals, accurately pinpointing where the location of masses are. Knowledge of this dimension also allows Kitty to manipulate the fabric and its forces accordingly.
One of her blessing's perks is essentially the control of invisible forces. Bending the fabric at will, a certain location may increase in gravitation, and a target will be pulled or pushed in that certain direction. She can also alter the gravitational pull of said target, prompting surrounding items to be either attracted or repelled from the center.
More than one manipulation can be in practice at a time, although the number and power of control reflects the wielder's concentration and ability to multitask. The further away the target, the more expensive it is to make an alteration. The realm around Kitty herself requires almost no exertion, and controlling her own fabric is almost subconscious.
Strength also corresponds to the action being done. A static change can be kept in the back of the mind and remain active for a long duration of time. Constant movements within the fabric will require more of the wielder’s concentration to direct the forces around.
The precision of manipulation is also tight. The girl is able to influence specific parts of an object such as anchoring an arm down or flying one leg upwards while the rest of the body experiences natural Earthly gravitation.
One of her blessing's perks is essentially the control of invisible forces. Bending the fabric at will, a certain location may increase in gravitation, and a target will be pulled or pushed in that certain direction. She can also alter the gravitational pull of said target, prompting surrounding items to be either attracted or repelled from the center.
More than one manipulation can be in practice at a time, although the number and power of control reflects the wielder's concentration and ability to multitask. The further away the target, the more expensive it is to make an alteration. The realm around Kitty herself requires almost no exertion, and controlling her own fabric is almost subconscious.
Strength also corresponds to the action being done. A static change can be kept in the back of the mind and remain active for a long duration of time. Constant movements within the fabric will require more of the wielder’s concentration to direct the forces around.
The precision of manipulation is also tight. The girl is able to influence specific parts of an object such as anchoring an arm down or flying one leg upwards while the rest of the body experiences natural Earthly gravitation.
WEAPONS:
RICOCHET - A pair of clawed gauntlets, the metal scales are golden hue and decorated with ambers. Each talon extends an additional inch from the fingertip and are thin in shape with a vertical double edge that curves toward the point. Rarely are they unequipped, bare hands only visible at home, when feasting, or in other select times.
SHRAPNEL - A kit of seven throwing knives who's hilts have long tails of silk cords. Each line stretches for several meters and are attached in an equidistant ring on her hips. For when the playing field is in the air, each knife acts as a grappling hook that aids the feline in maneuvering around. Each blade is easily thrown and retracted back with the help of General Relativity.
DOWN THE STREETS I LOVE,
OOC NAME: Lykes
HOW DID YOU FIND US: ---
PASSWORD: Moon Cookies
CUSTOM TITLE: Moth Child
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
See Quinn
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TEMPLATE MADE BY PANDA.
MODIFIED BY LOTTI.
LYRICS FROM LADY GAGA'S "MARRY THE NIGHT".
TEMPLATE MADE BY PANDA.
MODIFIED BY LOTTI.
LYRICS FROM LADY GAGA'S "MARRY THE NIGHT".