MooMooTree
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Amelia exited the bathroom feeling more like herself that he had in years. She walked towards the main entrants way to find Sandra on the floor. She rushed over and knelt down to her side, afraid to touch her at first. “What happened?” the shock in her own voiced frightened herself. This is what happens, she thought to herself, when I decide to pamper myself. She offered a hand to Sandra, for this is all she knew she could be of use for. Assistance.
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Amelia had set to wondering around the Wayne manor since she felt oddly safe as compared to where she had previously been. She found a bathroom and slid out her make up kit. She gave a sigh, reviewing what happened in the last couple minutes. She couldn’t believe where she was and the fact that she was not home anymore. She mindlessly combed through her hair with her fingers, ridding it of the knots that had been formed from the wind that fought against the trio as Dur-El ran them here. She splashed her face with some water and wiped it dry with her sleeves. Opening the make-up kit she looked at her face. How long, she wondered, had it been since she actually wore her make-up? Would she remember how to do it? Surely enough her body remembered the motions necessary for this action. She watched her face transform into what she was used to as she painted her face. She let a smile leave her lips. She felt like herself again, not an animal trying to hide and survive. Now since she was away from Brainiac, she could thrive and grow stronger.
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Amelia shyly took a bit of the sandwhich and her eyes widened. She then downed the rest of the sandwhich in a few seconds. She recoiled a bit when she watched Dur-El come in with the cyborg. “My levitation ability isn’t the fastest, but I could try to fly, unless you want to go really fast, then you could always carry me. I don’t want to be a bother. I have been too much of one as is.” She gave a half smile and shyly put one of the locks of her hair behind her ear.
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Amelia fallowed the light, surprised to find that there were not very many paths. It seemed like there was only one passage through this giant building. Still she followed her light up to a point that a blade sliced in front of her, extinguishing her flame, seeing as it swung straight through it, and she slide face first into water. Her mouth filled as well as her lungs with water as she gasped in shock and then she quickly shut her mouth and swam disorientately towards the top of the water. Eventualy she climbed out of the tank of water and coughed up water. Her eyes watered and she gasped for air. She stood up and looked at both the creature and the woman. She waved her hands behind her and all the water that was on her flew behind her and back into the tank. “I… I saw food,” She said, bashfully looking down at her feet. She felt foolish for not thinking about her actions sooner.
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She found a spot on the roof of the building to land. After a quick look around the roof she dropped the shadow from around her. She walked over to a vent and smirked. After cracking her knuckles, she reached her hands out towards the vent and jerked her wrist to the left and the screws slowly made their way out. The screws floated the short distance from the holes into her palms, she made a pulling motion towards her abdomen and the cover of the vent flew at her. She caught it real quick and laid it and the screws quietly next to the new opening. She looked at the opening and sighed. “Why does everything need to be so dark?” She whispered aloud to herself. She snapped her fingers and a small lick of fire appears above them. She whispered sweet nothings to the tiny flame and pushed it into the vent. She crawled in after it, letting it light her way.
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Amelia saw an abnormal thing while looking down at the city. She actually saw non-robotic movement. Her jaw dropped, she was in awe. It didn’t end there. After the figure reemerged from the market, it had a giant crate full of food. At the sight of it, Ameliia’s stomache growled. She promptly put a hand on her stomache and quietly shushed it. She watched as the figured picked up a sewer cover and blew up a droid. Again her jaw dropped. She hadn’t seen this kind of action in what seemed like forever. She couldn’t let this go without finding out who this was. She collected darkness around her once more and leaped from the roof to follow the figure I the air. She paused in shock when he entered Lexcorp. Unsure of if it would be safe to enter or not she decided to fly around the building for possible entrenches and exits.
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In a small square room, there was abnormally dark corner that faded into normal room lighting, Revealing Amelia yawning and stretching out her arms. She then rubbed her eyes loosely and stood up from her lounging space. She felt slight pain in her body and let out an almost inaudible moan, whispering under her breathe, “Never forget to stretch again.” She was in her normal dress minus her make up, seeing as it has not been on her top priority list. She wiggles her nose as she rubbed her arms, the room was chilly. She quickly scanned the room to check for any changes from when she first took refuge in it. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she found it completely the same. She then lifted her feet of the floor and floated towards a corner across from the door, surrounding herself in darkness. She reaches her hand out towards the door and the handle turns and the door slowly opens. She sat in the corner, waiting for what seemed like forever, then dropped from her perch and removed the darkness and left the room, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible. She walks down the hallway and up to a window that is shattered. She jumps out of the window just to float up to the roof tops. After landing, she looked down at the city.
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Amelia reaches her hand to her side while reading the rules and a purple pen floats into her hand. She signs with her large, loopy letters, ‘Amelia H. The Melody of Magic.’
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Name: Amelia Haulden
Street Name: Melody
Age: 20
Appearance: 5’10” She has long light brown hair that is straight and reaches the entire way down to her Gluteus Maximus. She has pale grayish blue eyes. Her skinis very pale, she almost looks white, but it is broken by a thick line of scattered freckles crossing from cheek to cheek, including over her nose. Her typical make-up is dark purple lipstick, cat eyed eyeliner, and a smokey haze of brown above her eyes. As a typical garb, she would wear a button down dress shirt, pure white, with a navy blue vest, which was black in the back and had black buttons, covering in such a fashion that her rather small breasts were practically hidden. She would finally end the top with a suit-esk jacket which ended around her elbows, which was where the white undershirt ended as well. This jacket was short around the front but had two tails that flowed about down to her knees. She wore gray skinny jeans that had the knees cut out as well as several holes scattered about. She had black combat boots on her feet. To top off her whole look she had a dark royal purple bow tie around her neck as well as a black tophat that had a purple ribbon that went around the bottom, similar to her tie.
Occupation: street performer/magician; hobbiest Violinist
Abilities: control/manipulation of elements (fires, water, earth, air, light/darkness) Telepathy(weak), Telekinesis(fav thing to play with is mannequins), levitation (of herself, mainly), slight of hand along with typical magician tricks.
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The wood, completely stained crimson, had been carved into an arch with three cylindrical wooden bars equidistant apart attached to the arch. The five ends all connect in a perpendicular fashion to a flat rounded off square of crimson wood. Four cylindrical legs are attached underneath the square almost perpendicular to the floor. The only thing between the wood and the floor are oval shaped beige plastic pieces. On top of the square, where the arch connect, a quiltish looking cushion had been secured with a bow. The cushion had a blue theme to the patchwork as well as had the feel of being a complete add-on. The only sign of age and renewal is that of black lettering and pictures found on the different surfaces of the wood. With a closer look, you could see the grain of the wood as slightly darker lines speckled through out the pieces of wood. It had a buzz of history about it. It seemed to be calling you in a calming voice for you to take a seat.
Zabrian: I will give you an A- As the last part where as I like it because it gives a human quality to the chair and does help discribe it. it seems to me to be an after thought in the post. Good Job
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The sound of rubber hitting wood echoed through the dark empty room. It was the sound of a girl’s final step into the center of the room. In the darkness her dark green eyes almost appeared black. Her skin almost seemed to glow like the moon from the dim light streaming in from the doorway. Her hair was a fiery red. It was straight, reaching down to the middle of her back. Her choice of clothing happened to be a black sweatshirt draped openly over a blood red tank top. The tank managed to cover the entirety of her breasts before opening up to her pale skin. The tank top was tucked loosely into her jeans, which happened to be gray. They were of the ‘skinny’ variety and wrinkled slightly at the knees and right before they were engulfed by the black combat boots that reached the middle of her calves. She reached into her right back pocket to retrieve a match book. She unwrapped a thin tan rubber-band from around the matchbook and opened it. A few matches had been previously been broken away, leaving different lengths of broken cardboard. There were two matches left and she gripped onto one closest to the broken bits and ripped it out, leaving another broken bit of cardboard. She stroked the match across the strip found on the matchbook meant for the act of lighting a match. She held the fire in front of her face. She whispered into the dark, “My name is Christine.” The fired burned down the small stick of cardboard and licked her fingers, causing her to drop the match. “Ouch!” She brought her fingers to her lips as she stomped on the match. As soon as the sole of her boot hit the ground, the door slammed shut. She now was in complete darkness.
((This is a little bit longer than what was asked for. Please don’t kill me Q3Q))
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Since I have never truly understood the T1-T5 system and I have not truly role played in a really long time, I wish to be a part of the education process, thus I sign in here.
~*~MooMooTree~*~
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Rykku made it to the academy and flopped down onto the ground, gasping for breath. She felt like she just ran across the entire village. Kesha ran around Rykku a few times parking and then drenching her face in slobber as she licked Rykku repeatedly. “Enough already!” Rykku laughed, pushing Kesha off to the side. She stood up and brushed off her baggy cloths. ‘Time to search for my teacher,’ Rykku thought to herself. She patted her thigh for Kesha to follow her, and started pacing about, in search for her teacher.
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Bam! Rykku woke up, face in the dirt. She drowsily got up and looked up at the tree she fell from. Kesha walked over with a playful growl. Rykku smiled at her puppy’s still playful demeanor. Suddenly it dawned on her, she was late fore school. She grabbed for her napsack that was hanging on a branch and waved Kesha to follow her, darting towards the academy.
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Name: Rykku Inuzuka
Age: 16
Clan: Inuzuka
Appearance: She stands at 4 foot, 10 inches, the tallest in her family. She has sandy blonde hair that frames her pale skin and shiny emerald eyes. She almost looks skin and bones, but has muscle making her weigh around 130 pounds. She normally hides her small, but curvy frame under baggy clothing, but always wears wraps at the end of her sleeves and pants legs to keep from tripping, as well as tabi as her footwear.
Country: Fire
City: Konohagakure (Leaf Village)
Rank: Genin
Personality: She is shy, rarely one to speak. She is more of one to be found reading than hanging out with other people. When someone breaks her social wall, she is actually a very nice and caring person, but otherwise is cold. She tends to find logical answers to everything thrown at her. She has her a puppy that is always with her, tailing her everywhere she goes. She is more affectionate towards it than she is towards her own family.
History: Her family, although in the Inuzuka clan, wound up being horrible ninjas, barely making any money to raise Rykku and her three younger sisters. Rykku has taken it upon herself to make things different for herself. She never was taught how to talk, which is why she barely talks, but she knows how to. She mainly talks to the animals around her rather than other humans. Her puppy, Kesha, is her closets companion. Rykku, with the aide of Kesha pushed her way up through school and now made it to being a Genin.
Appearance of Kesha: Kesha appears to be a husky puppy, with a fur blending of only black and white.