Post by Scribe on Oct 26, 2013 15:01:14 GMT -5
Name: Cecilia Noelle Vega Del Toro
Sex: Female
Age: 13
Dorm: SERPENS
Power - Sensory Manipulation
Sensory Manipulation is the power to alter the physiological and psychological aspects associated with the sensory systems of other individuals. This translates to: the ability to alter the function, sensitivity, and focus of the visual, auditory, olfactory, gustatory, somatic, and vestibular senses. The user can only alter these senses in a way that they can comprehend, it is not an intuitive ability. They can only use this power on other people, not themselves. Can induce sensory impairment and hallucinations and gift super-senses by enhancing or diminishing different aspects of a person’s senses in a variety of ways.
Sub-Power - Sensory Hallucination
Induced Hallucinations are psychological tricks to make a person think that they sensed something or create blind spots in their perception. These hallucinations tend to prompt a ‘feeling’ of a sensation and are not capable of crafting detailed illusions, but a victim may apply their own idea of what they ‘saw’ to rationalize the instigated feelings. They are normally very quick and powerful, making it difficult for anyone to resist. Obscuration creates perceptual blind-spots, capable of masking specific events or objects from the victim’s sensory awareness. An exceedingly observant victim can override this type of hallucination if they notice that something is out of place. Normally this is based on familiarity with the environment or movement in relation to the blind spot itself.
Appearance:
Cecilia is a western European with walnut-colored hair and pale blue eyes. She stands at a height of five-foot-four and is very thin. She has diligently cared for her hair and grown it to a length just past her knees. As the length of her hair increases, so do the waves, giving a long, wild look. Born blind due to congenital amaurosis, she hides her eyes behind a midnight-blue sash, which is fixed into a bow at the back of her head, its tails reaching only to her waist. Even though she is most accustomed to elegant dresses, Cecilia’s luggage is packed with cozy jackets, long skirts, thick stockings, and warm boots for the coming winter weather.
Personality:
Raised in a high-class household, Cecilia is well educated and assumes that elegance and etiquette will be constantly expected of her. She is eager to break free from her restraint and finds ways to release the tension when left alone through wild hi-jinks. Often brought in as a token piece during her family’s business, Cecilia speaks formally and in various languages (at least enough to exchange pleasantries convincingly).
In terms of friends, Cecilia has never known anyone her own age and is not very socially intelligent. Her only interaction with others were those in greater authority over her and those in complete reverence of her authority. She has no context for an equal, casual relationship. In cases where she feels that proper manners are expected she may seem cold and distant. This is a careful visage, which hides her energetic, adventurous, and somewhat childish nature.
She is naturally very proud and does not view her blindness as a weakness. As much as she is determined to do things herself, she can recognize when she needs to ask for assistance, but may get annoyed with people offering help when she does not feel that she needs it. Everything in her world is music, but she favors modern orchestral music especially. She may, at times, be caught singing into the wind with verses passed down through her family line.
Weaknesses:
Although she does not view it as a weakness, Cecilia has never known the sense of sight, and it limits both her natural and Gifted abilities accordingly. Despite being treated as a sympathy-inducing chess piece by her family, she was still raised in a luxurious environment with everyone ready to tend to her needs, so she is not yet accustomed to her independence has never known need. Due to never having real, equal-leveled relationships with other people, Cecilia may be considered socially inept on a personal level, and will often treat others based on their potential usefulness to her. New areas or travel by any other method than her own feet, can be very disorienting and frightening for her.
Her level of Sensory Manipulation is thus far very poor, as she has only discovered and practiced inducing olfactory hallucinations. Her abilities cannot be used on herself, only on others, and generally only in close proximity. Specifically, physiological alterations such as tuning the senses, impairing them, or even gifting super-senses must be done through physical contact, although skin-to-skin is not a requirement. Psychological alterations, mainly the hallucination-inducing portion of her power, can be done over a modest distance, but she must know exactly where the target is, which can be difficult due to her blindness. The closer they are, the easier for her to determine their position with her remaining senses.
Her power does not allow her to heal sense-related ailments, but she can reverse the effects that she causes. Her hallucination powers are not capable of creating illusions to the extent of clear images, specific sounds, particular scents, or otherwise. Further, the senses of whoever she has ‘altered’, either positively or negatively, will normalize in a few hours on their own. The exact time may vary depending on how extensive the alterations are, with more severe cases taking nearer to twelve hours to return to normal.
The physiological aspect of her power only works to the extent that she can actually comprehend its effects, meaning she will have to study thoroughly to make any use of it. Due to her blindness, she will have the greatest difficulty applying her power to visual senses in other individuals. It is likely that the first visual alteration she will learn to make is inducing temporary blindness, as it is the easiest for her to comprehend.
Strengths:
Cecilia does not view her blindness as a weakness, she has naturally (and with effective skill) honed her other senses to pick up the slack, mostly relying on her sense of hearing. Although her senses are enhanced from the norm, it is purely due to personal effort and skill, and is not at all related to her power. Although new terrain can be somewhat frightening for her, she can memorize paths and obstacles very easily. She is a proud, determined, and adventurous child despite her limitations, not easily intimidated by people, and is a book-smart type of person.
Raised in a rich household, Cecilia was brought up with an esteemed education, but because of her family's general disappointment in her, she was not a horrifically spoiled child, either.
Her powers of Sensory Manipulation allow her to enhance her allies and distract or even impair her enemies, but only her hallucinations can be induced from a distance. Although her effects will fade over time automatically, she can persistently maintain both physical and mental alterations while within a short range of the affected. The effects of her powers can only be prematurely reversed by Cecilia, healers cannot influence the alterations she induces in others. Apart from simply ‘tuning’ the senses of those around her, she can temporarily gift the powers of echolocation, infrared vision, and other super-senses to her allies.
History:
Cecilia Vega was born into a powerful, rich family. A family of high-class socialites. A family renown for its powerful Gifted lineage. The family had tremendous expectations for their only daughter. Etiquette, class, power, and -most of all- ‘power’. Born blind, Cecilia merely brought grievous disappointment. She bore no early signs of being a Gifted, as all her ancestors had before her. At first, they plotted to keep her out of mention, punishing her lack of ability by refusing to have her blindness healed, despite being able to pay any amount for a Gifted healer.
Over time, Cecilia’s blindness grew a curious advantage. One the family was ready to exploit. It promoted an elegance about her and it prompted others to serve her needs. Where once she had been feeble, she now gained power without demanding it. A subtle weapon to be used on business partners. Her presence quickly changed hostilities to condolences, and the family gained in power. Now her blindness was of use to them, but she had not yet shown a ‘Talent’.
Educated in etiquette, stillness, poise, silence, and the family tongue, Cecilia felt isolated, restrained, and frustrated. A child without friend or play, she made her own. When not serving the family’s needs, helping in some discreet way to promote their family standing and business practices, Cecilia became troublesome. Her antics turned on the house servants who could not possibly retaliate, since she was too terrified of her father to pester the family. That quickly changed. Their new authority to punish in her father’s stead only taught her to be more tactful. When the first hints of her ability manifested, foul smells from unknown sources became prominent through the house.
Undetectable pranks.
Her father’s patience wore thin with her shenanigans, even as he recognized her growth. When she had finally questioned him about ‘the pull’, he knew the truth: Cecilia Vega was Gifted. But how useful could creating odd smells be, when all she could do was prompt a reaction? For generations, the Vega prided themselves in having never sent one of their own to Foresta, so they resisted the idea adamantly. Still, Cecilia grew impatient, pleading to visit the place she could not know or see. When her behavior jeopardized the family relations with another long-standing ally, Antonio Vega gave in.
The Story of Cecilia Noelle Vega Del Toro:
Ever since first discovering her power, Cecilia had only shown aptitude for manipulating olfactory senses. Although her potential for development was wide open for her future, she stuck with what she knew. That approach had not led to much progress. She had discovered, with many a guinea pig manservant, that she could elicit a reaction out of them as if they had smelled something horribly shocking. They could never describe the smell, it simply made them recoil, overwhelming them with disgust. Another avenue was ‘sweet’ smells, but it was much more difficult for her to gauge the blissful reactions. They always blamed the bad ones on her, and always looked for a different source when the scent was pleasant.
The plane rattled briefly in the sky, a small bout of turbulence tested the pilot’s reactions and the stability of the plane’s contents. Cecilia gripped the arms of her seat with fright, but the jostling was short lived. For that brief moment her world had turned to chaos, but now it was calm. She had to force herself to be the same. Soaring across the sky in a metal torpedo was not her idea, but Macario, a close attendant employed by her father, assured her that a boat would have been far worse. Travel by vehicle was generally not in her favor, it could be very disorienting. At least with cars she could feel the turns and hear the sounds of the environment. Her world was a musical landscape. But planes, trains, and even boats on open water gave her no concept for distance or direction. If it were not for the pull telling her they were on the right track, she might suspect being dragged out to the distant corners of the earth to be left there and forgotten. That may as well be the case, sending her to Foresta like this was practically disowning her. She was only permitted to return if she developed something useful, and even then, she would be tainted by the teachings of a bunch of tree hermits that had gotten themselves lost at sea. That was nothing to say of the impression the family had of the students who would undoubtedly be of lower social standing. All that awaited Cecilia was horrible influences.
“Señora Cecilia, we are landing un momento.” Macario rejoined the young girl by her side to fasten his seat belt. It was a small plane, barely enough room to get up and stand, but he had taken a very protective posture the entire flight. It was sweet, but it made her feel uncomfortable.
“Macario, I appreciate everything you have done for me, but once I step off of this plane I must go forward on my own feet. They already know of our arrival, I will find my own way.” Macario gave no response to her short, determined declaration. None that she was aware of. She would not give him the chance to defy her.
When the plane’s pontoons made contact with the ocean water there was a sudden and uncomfortable jerk in the cabin. The seaplane had glided as slow as possible before barely tapping the water, but it was still a rough landing for the young girl who could not prepare herself properly. Now for her least favorite part. It was like a boat suddenly, rocking side to side as the waves went under the floating plane as it turned around to face the open ocean. There was a gentle bump as it made dock and she could hear one of the pilots getting out to tie it off.
Once Macario was out of her way, Cecilia staggered from her seat into the aisle and felt along the few chairs towards the front of the plane. The fresh sea air wafting in from the open door excited her, but she hid her glee with proper poise. Toño would be so proud. Stopping at the open door, it took her a moment to find the step that allowed her down to the dock. Her footing was cautious as the plane bobbed with the lightly passing waves, feeling the hard wood tap against her foot a couple times before committing her weight into it. After a moment, she straightened herself. She had not fallen into the water. Good start. Hearing Macario attempting to exit with her luggage, she seized him with a horrible smell that made him retch and drop the medium sized suitcase to the dock. It luckily had not fallen into the water, either.
“Que la vaya bien.” Cecilia offered her former caretaker a parting word before turning away, pulling her wheeled luggage by its convenient handle. Her heart was racing, she’d been a little mean and now she was scared of making a fool of herself by falling into the water. Karma was a dangerous thing, but she could hear it all, the gentle cresting of boats at the docks, the soft creaking of wood as dockworkers walked over the boards, and even the splashes of water that hit the supports of the port beneath her. It formed a nice melody for her to follow, a path in the darkness that would lead her to shore. She knew full well that the men on the plane could not leave before refueling, but she was satisfied that she had taken the first steps of her journey on her own. Now she could only hope the boards were perfectly flat and were not spaced to where she might get her toe caught.
Sex: Female
Age: 13
Dorm: SERPENS
Power - Sensory Manipulation
Sensory Manipulation is the power to alter the physiological and psychological aspects associated with the sensory systems of other individuals. This translates to: the ability to alter the function, sensitivity, and focus of the visual, auditory, olfactory, gustatory, somatic, and vestibular senses. The user can only alter these senses in a way that they can comprehend, it is not an intuitive ability. They can only use this power on other people, not themselves. Can induce sensory impairment and hallucinations and gift super-senses by enhancing or diminishing different aspects of a person’s senses in a variety of ways.
Sub-Power - Sensory Hallucination
Induced Hallucinations are psychological tricks to make a person think that they sensed something or create blind spots in their perception. These hallucinations tend to prompt a ‘feeling’ of a sensation and are not capable of crafting detailed illusions, but a victim may apply their own idea of what they ‘saw’ to rationalize the instigated feelings. They are normally very quick and powerful, making it difficult for anyone to resist. Obscuration creates perceptual blind-spots, capable of masking specific events or objects from the victim’s sensory awareness. An exceedingly observant victim can override this type of hallucination if they notice that something is out of place. Normally this is based on familiarity with the environment or movement in relation to the blind spot itself.
Appearance:
Cecilia is a western European with walnut-colored hair and pale blue eyes. She stands at a height of five-foot-four and is very thin. She has diligently cared for her hair and grown it to a length just past her knees. As the length of her hair increases, so do the waves, giving a long, wild look. Born blind due to congenital amaurosis, she hides her eyes behind a midnight-blue sash, which is fixed into a bow at the back of her head, its tails reaching only to her waist. Even though she is most accustomed to elegant dresses, Cecilia’s luggage is packed with cozy jackets, long skirts, thick stockings, and warm boots for the coming winter weather.
Personality:
Raised in a high-class household, Cecilia is well educated and assumes that elegance and etiquette will be constantly expected of her. She is eager to break free from her restraint and finds ways to release the tension when left alone through wild hi-jinks. Often brought in as a token piece during her family’s business, Cecilia speaks formally and in various languages (at least enough to exchange pleasantries convincingly).
In terms of friends, Cecilia has never known anyone her own age and is not very socially intelligent. Her only interaction with others were those in greater authority over her and those in complete reverence of her authority. She has no context for an equal, casual relationship. In cases where she feels that proper manners are expected she may seem cold and distant. This is a careful visage, which hides her energetic, adventurous, and somewhat childish nature.
She is naturally very proud and does not view her blindness as a weakness. As much as she is determined to do things herself, she can recognize when she needs to ask for assistance, but may get annoyed with people offering help when she does not feel that she needs it. Everything in her world is music, but she favors modern orchestral music especially. She may, at times, be caught singing into the wind with verses passed down through her family line.
Weaknesses:
Although she does not view it as a weakness, Cecilia has never known the sense of sight, and it limits both her natural and Gifted abilities accordingly. Despite being treated as a sympathy-inducing chess piece by her family, she was still raised in a luxurious environment with everyone ready to tend to her needs, so she is not yet accustomed to her independence has never known need. Due to never having real, equal-leveled relationships with other people, Cecilia may be considered socially inept on a personal level, and will often treat others based on their potential usefulness to her. New areas or travel by any other method than her own feet, can be very disorienting and frightening for her.
Her level of Sensory Manipulation is thus far very poor, as she has only discovered and practiced inducing olfactory hallucinations. Her abilities cannot be used on herself, only on others, and generally only in close proximity. Specifically, physiological alterations such as tuning the senses, impairing them, or even gifting super-senses must be done through physical contact, although skin-to-skin is not a requirement. Psychological alterations, mainly the hallucination-inducing portion of her power, can be done over a modest distance, but she must know exactly where the target is, which can be difficult due to her blindness. The closer they are, the easier for her to determine their position with her remaining senses.
Her power does not allow her to heal sense-related ailments, but she can reverse the effects that she causes. Her hallucination powers are not capable of creating illusions to the extent of clear images, specific sounds, particular scents, or otherwise. Further, the senses of whoever she has ‘altered’, either positively or negatively, will normalize in a few hours on their own. The exact time may vary depending on how extensive the alterations are, with more severe cases taking nearer to twelve hours to return to normal.
The physiological aspect of her power only works to the extent that she can actually comprehend its effects, meaning she will have to study thoroughly to make any use of it. Due to her blindness, she will have the greatest difficulty applying her power to visual senses in other individuals. It is likely that the first visual alteration she will learn to make is inducing temporary blindness, as it is the easiest for her to comprehend.
Strengths:
Cecilia does not view her blindness as a weakness, she has naturally (and with effective skill) honed her other senses to pick up the slack, mostly relying on her sense of hearing. Although her senses are enhanced from the norm, it is purely due to personal effort and skill, and is not at all related to her power. Although new terrain can be somewhat frightening for her, she can memorize paths and obstacles very easily. She is a proud, determined, and adventurous child despite her limitations, not easily intimidated by people, and is a book-smart type of person.
Raised in a rich household, Cecilia was brought up with an esteemed education, but because of her family's general disappointment in her, she was not a horrifically spoiled child, either.
Her powers of Sensory Manipulation allow her to enhance her allies and distract or even impair her enemies, but only her hallucinations can be induced from a distance. Although her effects will fade over time automatically, she can persistently maintain both physical and mental alterations while within a short range of the affected. The effects of her powers can only be prematurely reversed by Cecilia, healers cannot influence the alterations she induces in others. Apart from simply ‘tuning’ the senses of those around her, she can temporarily gift the powers of echolocation, infrared vision, and other super-senses to her allies.
History:
Cecilia Vega was born into a powerful, rich family. A family of high-class socialites. A family renown for its powerful Gifted lineage. The family had tremendous expectations for their only daughter. Etiquette, class, power, and -most of all- ‘power’. Born blind, Cecilia merely brought grievous disappointment. She bore no early signs of being a Gifted, as all her ancestors had before her. At first, they plotted to keep her out of mention, punishing her lack of ability by refusing to have her blindness healed, despite being able to pay any amount for a Gifted healer.
Over time, Cecilia’s blindness grew a curious advantage. One the family was ready to exploit. It promoted an elegance about her and it prompted others to serve her needs. Where once she had been feeble, she now gained power without demanding it. A subtle weapon to be used on business partners. Her presence quickly changed hostilities to condolences, and the family gained in power. Now her blindness was of use to them, but she had not yet shown a ‘Talent’.
Educated in etiquette, stillness, poise, silence, and the family tongue, Cecilia felt isolated, restrained, and frustrated. A child without friend or play, she made her own. When not serving the family’s needs, helping in some discreet way to promote their family standing and business practices, Cecilia became troublesome. Her antics turned on the house servants who could not possibly retaliate, since she was too terrified of her father to pester the family. That quickly changed. Their new authority to punish in her father’s stead only taught her to be more tactful. When the first hints of her ability manifested, foul smells from unknown sources became prominent through the house.
Undetectable pranks.
Her father’s patience wore thin with her shenanigans, even as he recognized her growth. When she had finally questioned him about ‘the pull’, he knew the truth: Cecilia Vega was Gifted. But how useful could creating odd smells be, when all she could do was prompt a reaction? For generations, the Vega prided themselves in having never sent one of their own to Foresta, so they resisted the idea adamantly. Still, Cecilia grew impatient, pleading to visit the place she could not know or see. When her behavior jeopardized the family relations with another long-standing ally, Antonio Vega gave in.
The Story of Cecilia Noelle Vega Del Toro:
Ever since first discovering her power, Cecilia had only shown aptitude for manipulating olfactory senses. Although her potential for development was wide open for her future, she stuck with what she knew. That approach had not led to much progress. She had discovered, with many a guinea pig manservant, that she could elicit a reaction out of them as if they had smelled something horribly shocking. They could never describe the smell, it simply made them recoil, overwhelming them with disgust. Another avenue was ‘sweet’ smells, but it was much more difficult for her to gauge the blissful reactions. They always blamed the bad ones on her, and always looked for a different source when the scent was pleasant.
The plane rattled briefly in the sky, a small bout of turbulence tested the pilot’s reactions and the stability of the plane’s contents. Cecilia gripped the arms of her seat with fright, but the jostling was short lived. For that brief moment her world had turned to chaos, but now it was calm. She had to force herself to be the same. Soaring across the sky in a metal torpedo was not her idea, but Macario, a close attendant employed by her father, assured her that a boat would have been far worse. Travel by vehicle was generally not in her favor, it could be very disorienting. At least with cars she could feel the turns and hear the sounds of the environment. Her world was a musical landscape. But planes, trains, and even boats on open water gave her no concept for distance or direction. If it were not for the pull telling her they were on the right track, she might suspect being dragged out to the distant corners of the earth to be left there and forgotten. That may as well be the case, sending her to Foresta like this was practically disowning her. She was only permitted to return if she developed something useful, and even then, she would be tainted by the teachings of a bunch of tree hermits that had gotten themselves lost at sea. That was nothing to say of the impression the family had of the students who would undoubtedly be of lower social standing. All that awaited Cecilia was horrible influences.
“Señora Cecilia, we are landing un momento.” Macario rejoined the young girl by her side to fasten his seat belt. It was a small plane, barely enough room to get up and stand, but he had taken a very protective posture the entire flight. It was sweet, but it made her feel uncomfortable.
“Macario, I appreciate everything you have done for me, but once I step off of this plane I must go forward on my own feet. They already know of our arrival, I will find my own way.” Macario gave no response to her short, determined declaration. None that she was aware of. She would not give him the chance to defy her.
When the plane’s pontoons made contact with the ocean water there was a sudden and uncomfortable jerk in the cabin. The seaplane had glided as slow as possible before barely tapping the water, but it was still a rough landing for the young girl who could not prepare herself properly. Now for her least favorite part. It was like a boat suddenly, rocking side to side as the waves went under the floating plane as it turned around to face the open ocean. There was a gentle bump as it made dock and she could hear one of the pilots getting out to tie it off.
Once Macario was out of her way, Cecilia staggered from her seat into the aisle and felt along the few chairs towards the front of the plane. The fresh sea air wafting in from the open door excited her, but she hid her glee with proper poise. Toño would be so proud. Stopping at the open door, it took her a moment to find the step that allowed her down to the dock. Her footing was cautious as the plane bobbed with the lightly passing waves, feeling the hard wood tap against her foot a couple times before committing her weight into it. After a moment, she straightened herself. She had not fallen into the water. Good start. Hearing Macario attempting to exit with her luggage, she seized him with a horrible smell that made him retch and drop the medium sized suitcase to the dock. It luckily had not fallen into the water, either.
“Que la vaya bien.” Cecilia offered her former caretaker a parting word before turning away, pulling her wheeled luggage by its convenient handle. Her heart was racing, she’d been a little mean and now she was scared of making a fool of herself by falling into the water. Karma was a dangerous thing, but she could hear it all, the gentle cresting of boats at the docks, the soft creaking of wood as dockworkers walked over the boards, and even the splashes of water that hit the supports of the port beneath her. It formed a nice melody for her to follow, a path in the darkness that would lead her to shore. She knew full well that the men on the plane could not leave before refueling, but she was satisfied that she had taken the first steps of her journey on her own. Now she could only hope the boards were perfectly flat and were not spaced to where she might get her toe caught.
