Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2016 19:57:51 GMT -5
Full Name: Nina Galethren
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Dorm: Lyra
Power(s): Nina’s powers are completely based in electricity. She has the magical ability to create and project it from her body. Nina was born with these abilities. She has always emitted small and usually harmless electrical discharges from her hands when she is exceptionally emotional. She was born into the Galethren, a now-fallen doomsday cult. After she finally escaped the cult two years ago she has tried to resume a normal life. The cult, seeing her as some kind of a messiah due to her magical abilities abused the girl through her childhood in a foolhardy attempt to turn the emotionally unstable girl into some sort of weapon of the apocalypse. Instead, the insane cult only turned a mildly magical girl into a much more unstable one. As Nina grew her powers did develop further.
She discharges the electricity only through the palms of her hands and the areas that she discharges from seem to be immune to the power, if she touches anywhere else on her self during a discharge it will hurt her. She has no ability to control or absorb any other forms of electricity, it must be created by her. These discharges use Nina’s own energy to emit and are therefore incredibly tiring for her. She will frequently be found eating to keep her energy levels up. When she becomes incredibly emotional her powers can occasionally discharge without her wanting them to. If this happens too many times and her energy is drained she will pass out instantly and sleep for quite a while until her energy reserves recharge.
Her limited ability to control her powers allows her to manifest them in one of two ways which she has named ‘spark’ and ‘shock’. Shock is the more tiring of the two and drain Nina’s energy very quickly. Shock aligns the ions in the air and uses Nina and her target (Or whatever she happens to hit) as a conduit, effectively creating a very low voltage bolt of lightning between her and the impact object. The more energy she puts into the bolt or the further the target, the harder it is to effectively aim. For example, if Nina were to shock someone playfully at two feet away, it would take very little energy and always hit, but it would also only feel like a minor static electricity discharge to the one hit by it. Her weakest shock discharge has a strength of 100 volts for 1/16 second, roughly the equivalent of someone barely grazing a fairly weak power socket. These hits feel like weak static electricity and are pretty much as damaging. If Nina were to fire at a target thirty feet away that she was extremely upset at, then there is only about a one in five chance that she will even hit the target, taking into account that she can only discharge one or at most two of her strongest shocks before passing out makes this a somewhat ineffective weapon. Her strongest arc that she can maintain fires at 1,000,000 volts for 5 seconds. This sound impressive but that really isn’t, it’s about like hitting someone with a weak stun gun for five seconds. While certainly surprising, it won’t do any real damage and would at most slow someone down or allow her time to get away before they recovered (Provided that she can hit them). Nina has been known to occasionally shock herself with that voltage accidentally and actually pass out from exhaustion. Shock looks almost exactly like a small, bright white bolt of lightning being emitted horizontally.
Nina’s so-called ‘spark’ ability is interesting. While it delivers less voltage than shock, it can be held for a much longer time. Spark essentially act like shock, but instead of arcing far away to an object, it uses Nina’s fingers as the conduit. Due to her ability to generate the electricity, she can essentially hold a small electric charge in her hands. Spark can be contacted with a person or object and as soon as something gets in the way of Nina’s fingers, the conduit is changed to arc between her fingers and what she is touching. This ability is somewhat damaging to Nina and something that she rarely uses aside from some instances of utility or intimidation. (Nina once used it to start a small campfire). When she holds her spark between her fingers, the electrical discharges with steadily burn her fingers if she holds it for long enough or does it frequently. This effect sounds very and looks very similar to a melee stun gun being fired in the air without being in contact with anything. If Nina were to spark at the full power of a shock, her hand would simply go numb instantly and stop the discharge, therefore she can hold her spark for a longer time, but she cannot use it at as high of of a voltage. Her smallest spark is once again at 100 volts for 1/16 of a second which seems to be the lowest amount of electricity that she can emit in the shortest period of time. She can repeat a low power shock almost indefinitely until she gets tired or her hand becomes too numb. Her maximum power shock that she has manged to do was held for 14 seconds at a power of 300,000 volts. It could effectively make part of someone’s body go numb, but Nina must remain in contact with them to do it. She is much more likely to burn herself or pass out before any sort of harm is done.
Nina has discovered that she can use her spark power to briefly power some objects. She keeps a small bag of 24 volt lightbulbs in a small satchel that she can power for a very brief time until they burn out from her higher voltage.
Appearance: Nina stands at an awe-inspiring, impressive and intimidating five foot and one inch tall. She weighs roughly 100 pounds with a very small build that is just starting to fill out from her entering her teenage years. She has very small shoulders, hands and feet and is generally just really small. Nina’s hair is very dark brown to the point of almost being black. It is cut to cover about a third of her face and goes down to her shoulder blades in the back. Her face is round and freckled with two very large blue eyes, only one of which you can usually see that look back at you.
She has no piercings but she does have tattoos that identify her as a member of the Galethren cult. They consists of minimalistic black wings drawn on her back. Parts of them can be seen poking out from the edges of her top. Nina’s hands have permanent burn marks on her finger tips from using spark too much or injuring herself from her time with the Galethren. Nina wears a pair of tight black pants, a short sleeve leather crop top shirt and no shoes. She has a gold bangle on her right wrist with a blue gem. This item appears to hold some sort of sentimental value to her and seems like something that someone of her caste and upbringing would not be able to obtain. Nina carries a purple satchel that seems to contain all the items she owns, it is usually full of lightbulbs, paper, pens, a small glass ball that seems to be about half full of sand, and a small stash of funds and food.
Personality: Nina is a selective mute. After her childhood at the hands of the Galethren, she simply stopped speaking and has not resumed even in the previous two years of freedom that she has had. She communicates instead with a complicated series of hand gestures, facial expressions, and by writing things down on scraps of paper that she keeps in her satchel. Nina is never a mean person but is distrustful of others at first. She has had very few friends in her life and while she will open up to those who are nice to her she is an introvert. Many would see Nina as something of a rude girl if they didn’t realize she is a mute. Those who know of this find that she communicates effectively in many other ways and has a very active interest in the world around her.
Despite her small stature, Nina has an abnormally high metabolic rate. This is furthered by her energy draining electrical abilities. This has made her develop the habit of eating small amount of food nearly all of the time. She is rarely found without a sandwich or some candy or some other portable and easy to eat food item. Nina is a very kind hearted girl and generally pretty selfless to the point of almost being self deprecating. She will share and gift what little she has to other people in the hopes of being accepted by them once she gets past her initial shyness. Nina usually reacts to stressful situations with extreme caution. While she rarely runs away unless she is in apparent danger, Nina will always be the last one of a group to approach or interact with something that she doesn’t know.
Nina’s hobbies include a passion for mildly shocking people and then acting like it wasn’t her. She also loves to do anything to express herself due to her lack of speech. She finds solace in drawing on her scraps of paper when she isn’t using them for speech and she loves to listen to music. Nina would like to take up a musical instrument but has never had the chance to practice with one, much less own one. Music can sometimes make her sad and likes to listen to all different kinds. Sometimes when people bring up sore subjects such as her inability to control her power or family she also can become quite sad and even shyer than usual.
Weaknesses: Nina has difficulty coming to others for help with solving difficult problems and will often mull over them or exhaust herself with unintentional electrical discharges until someone offers assistance. If it is offered she nearly always takes it but until then she will try to solve problems alone. The weaknesses of Nina’s powers include her burning of her own fingers, her inability to hit her targets or even damage them if she does, and her passing out from overexertion magically. Her metabolism is so high that Nina even is prone to passing out if she doesn’t eat enough or is somewhere that she can’t get food for a long period of time. This combined with her tendency to wander around alone can be a bad combination for her that has caused mischief in the past. Her powers randomly discharging when she gets emotional is also a big issue because she can occasionally hurt other people or herself without intending to. These unintended discharges have been known to happen when she’s happy but more often they do when she is sad, stressed, angry, or very hungry.
Strengths: Nina’s true strength lies in her tiny frame. No matter how much she eats she never can seem to gain weight. Her tiny size and light weight allow her to hide and sneak very effectively. Not to mention that she doesn’t speak, these combined can make her nearly invisible in the right circumstances if someone weren’t looking for a child. Nina is exceptionally quick for her age as well, coming from escaping from the abusive Galethren, most other things that make her need to move fast are child’s play. She is a quick runner and very agile, at least for her age of course. Nina is a smart girl and is patient, she will wait for an opportune moment rather than be in a rush. This caution has helped her many times and is what she attributes to ultimately saving her life when the Galethren Cult fell and she escaped to start a normal life.
History & Family: Nina was born on the largest island of an unnamed archipelago. This island chain was the home of the Galethren Cult. From her earliest memory she was separated from the other children born there. Due to the large number of cultists (This island chain boasted a Galethren town and two small villages) the children were not raised by their parents but instead by groups of senior cultists. The simple ways of this cult were belied by their cruel ways of trying to bring about the end of the world and have a utopia that only they could live in even though they had absolutely no way to accomplish this goal. To keep their members pious and in line, they claimed to be doing the right thing when they abused Nina, saying that she was the harbinger of their salvation and that she would bring abound the end times. The cult inflicted physical pain and hunger on her in an attempt to increase her powers dramatically. Confused by this and not understanding why she was treated so badly, Nina retreated into her introverted shell and quit speaking. She was still taught like the other children, mostly in the ways of how to live, read, write and the staples of a basic education, hoping that if Nina weren’t their messiah that she could at least be an active and intelligent member of the cult.
During the short trip from one Galethren village to another, the boat transporting her was shipwrecked on a uninhabited island of the chain. The cultists all died in the wreck and only Nina survived. She met another man on the island who had also been caught in the same storm that had ruined her own vessel. The man, going by the name of Mah’lek was a Thief Lord from a far away land, turned into a messiah for the poor and needy. Mah’lek took Nina under his protection (While grappling desperately with his own personal issues with his own estranged daughter). Mah’lek and Nina explored and survived together for a time and eventually learned to effectively communicate. Mah’lek became easily able to translate for Nina and could easily understand the shy girl. Nina did not tell Mah’lek about the Galethren but he slowly figured out her past as he found other clues to the nearby cult. After uniting with several other survivors from various shipwrecks of the massive storm, Nina would join a group led by Mah’lek and a man named Kas’ralin to topple the doomsday cult.
Mah’lek was the only true father figure Nina had ever had and really her only true friend. After they brought the Galethren to its knees, Kas’ralin and Mah’lek parted ways. Mah’lek then gave one of his bangles to Nina and told her to hang on to it for him. He also told her that if she ever needed him that she could contact him though the magical glass ball full of sand and that he would come to her aid, wherever she was in the world. He then left her with the hopes that she would live a normal life and that he could somehow restore his own and atone for past mistakes, something Mah’lek knew he had to do alone.
Nina felt drawn to a place where she could learn to use her powers in a constructive and safe environment and found Foresta Academy where she hopes to enroll. Not to mention the island habitat is familiar to her.
You don't have to write us a novel, but be sure to give enough information that everyone will understand why your character are the way they are. When were they born? Where were they born? Do they know their mother and father? Do they have siblings? When did they discover their power? Did anything traumatic ever happened to them? The minimum for this section is three paragraphs.
In Character sample: (Just so you know this is a sample from one of my novels and is very out of context because it has like 5 years of story before this happens but it’s a fun scene. It’s a couple of years old so not quite up to my current writing standard but I enjoy it XD)
The world around me vanished and my sprinted footsteps faded away in the soft light that glowed brightly and overtook everything. As my vision went to white, hot air washed over me and the gritty feeling of sand replaced what had once been the hard concrete beneath my feet.
The light faded somewhat and allowed me to see in the still-bright location. Not even my darkly tinted visor could cut out the light of the blinding sand that seemingly came from all around. I looked up and the light sheen left some of the sand, showing that it was actually stained a light red.
The visual overload continued as I attempted to center myself in my new environment. Towering redstone walls enclosed the massive arena. The ceiling was one of stars and the sounds of battle came from the center of the sandy pit even though I stood alone. An eerie ring of gates, inset in the bottom of the wall provided an even greater ominous presence, causing me to flex my fingers and remembering that I still held my shotgun in my hand.
My footsteps crunched on the ground as my sprint turned into a jog that then came to a stop. I turned and looked around, surveying the edge of the empty arena. The far-off sounds of battle faded and wind swept over the sand softly, kicking some of it up as parts of the starred sky became cloudy. Thunder clashed and lightning bolts arced down to the top of the wall where the seats to the arena sat empty. From the arcs of energy spawned beings, human-like but massively tall and seeming to be made of liquid metal, armed with glowing medieval weapons and flowing garments. These people continued to fall in flashes, until they filled the edge of the wall, all looking down at me.
A booming voice suddenly sounded from one of them, it echoed through the arena cleanly and crisply.
“Meddler!” it almost yelled, “You have come far, and done more damage than many of our children! We can forgive some. But you have crossed the line!” the massive voice belted down to me.
I turned and looked up at the person yelling. He looked as if he was made of liquid bronze and held an enormous hammerheaded staff.
“Where am I?” I asked, my voice carrying unnaturally far in the arena, “What is this?”
“You are in the Coliseum. And this. This is your trial,” he replied.
“Trial? For what? Who are you to put me on trial?!” I yelled up to him.
“You are being judged for your actions in meddling with time and with a world that is not yours. And we-,” he began, “We are your gods,”
“Gods?” I asked quietly, looked around and seeing faces similar to ones I had seen in the lores and religions of countless cultures around Earth.
“That is what your people knew us as. We seeded your race, and countless others across the stars as we have for millennium,” the golden god-man who stood next to the bronze man stated in a much kinder and wiser voice than the other.
He had a massive spear on his back, long, rich robes about him, a metal beard and an eyepatch on his face as well as what appeared to be a frozen lightning bolt in his hand. A holy glow seemed to flow about his head.
“We are the ones who seeded your race, and pass judgement upon it,”
“But why? What did I do?”
“You have committed one of the worst heresies!” the bronze one yelled, “You have changed the past that has stood for so long. There are consequences for actions and by interfering with what was supposed to happen you have altered the time you live in and for all others!”
“It was not my-,” I began before being interrupted.
“Silence! You have no right to speak here!” he bellowed, “This is what you have done,” he then added, pointing to the starred ceiling.
The clouds merged in the center with a clash of thunder suddenly and images appeared of me and my past actions, being pulled through time against my will into the events of those who I had been with. They all flashed by quickly, showing everything that I had done.
“If I have done so much, then why hasn’t this place been affected? Why don’t I remember any changes?”
“This is a timeless place...unchanging unless we will it,” a platinum god-woman stated quietly.
“But something should be different if I did so much damage!”
“I have repaired the damage you have done. All of those events were meant to occur, but you simply should not have been the one to complete them. Now everyone who was there remembers them as they should have been, not as they are,”
I was astounded.
“Then if you can fix this damage, and it was supposed to occur, then why am I standing here in trial?!” I yelled up through my armored headgear.
The bronze god-man leaned forward and prepared to bellow something, but was silenced by a hand on his shoulder by the golden god.
“We have brought you to this place to bestow judgement on the damned. You,” he told me, “You have gone to a place, a world that was not your own. While you did not damage it, you affected it greatly. In our eons of existence, we, the Pantheon, have learned one thing. Someone must always be blamed,”
His words flowed across the sands and the Coliseum fell silent once again.
I waited as the sands shifted. The quiet of the arena was unsettling as the eyes of my progenitors watched me turn my head slowly. A large crash rang out. Then another.
I realized that the crashes were coming from the Pantheon, each of them aside from the bronze and golden god-men smashed their weapons into the ground, creating a slow and deafening serious of smashes.
“You have no right to do this!” I yelled, trying to project my voice above the beat of crashes that threatened to drown me out, “I did what I had to do!”
“Khronos,” the golden one said to his bronze compatriot before turning his back to me.
“You did what you thought was right in the circumstances. But if it wasn’t for your anger at the loss of one you loved then you never would have have been set down this path, and you never would have come to this place!” Khronos yelled down, pacing with his massive cape blowing, “You have come far and learned much,” he told me as he stopped pacing.
Khronos turned and his eyes glowed red as they met mine and his voice became even more menacing.
“Too far. And too much,”
My heart sank as I realized what was happening.
This wasn’t a trial any longer.
It was an execution.
The gates began to open all around the bottom of the arena with massive metallic groans as if the gates had not been used in a very long time.
“As a last tribute to a warrior of our children, you will die like a warrior!” Khronos yelled, “Your blood will be added to the sands,” he added darkly after a few moments.
A horrid screech came from within a gate as I turned from a defendant to a gladiator. A large, horned lizard that was longer than I was tall came running out of the gate. It crawled on the wall and stopped, turning its head to scan the arena.
I pulled up the shotgun that I still held from before I had been pulled here and took aim. It saw me and screeched again, leaping from the wall and charging, kicking up sand as it went. I squeezed the trigger and heard only a click.
“Aw hell,” I muttered, pumping the gun and expending the used shell just as the lizard prepared to ram me.
I ducked under its pounce and turned to see it trying to maul me. I pulled up the gun and fired, putting a slug in between its eyes and downing the beast.
With a glance upward, Khronos was easily visible, a slight grin forming on his face under the red glow of his fierce eyes.
I pumped the gun again and prepared for what was coming.
Three roughly humanoid figures emerged from within another gate. They stumbled forward as if struggling to not be controlled. They each stood taller than me and wore dark green and rusted brown armor. It was once ornate but now scratched and and cracked as if it had survived countless battles without repair. The lead one had a massive cannon strapped covering its arm, another held a rifle while the third had no weapon. The one with a rifle had a cracked pack that seemed to be leaking some sort of gas from the tubes going coming from its helmet.
They skulked forward, dragging their heavy plated boots in the sand. I walked towards them as the lead slowly raised its cannon-arm. The small lens pivoted towards me and a hum came from inside of the weapon. I dove sideways but was still scorched as what appeared to be a bolt of lightning blasted out of it and blew chunks out of the side of the Coliseum. I stood, rubbing at the black char on my side where the weapon had grazed me.
I fired several shots, blowing pieces out of the side of the cannon, until it stopped whirring after several shots. I let the last of my shots out into the armored warrior’s chest, further breaking its armor. After the last bullet had been fired, the being fell to the ground, unmoving. Grabbing my weapon by the barrel, I swung it around and smashed it into the face of the one carrying a rifle. The helmet cracked, and my weapon went flying out of my hand. My opponent pulled up a rifle and fired, tracking me in jerky movements as I slid around behind his armored form. I pulled my large knife off of my belt and extended it, giving myself a boost up one of the tall boots of my opponent and slashing one of the tubes coming from the alien’s helmet before stabbing my blade into the crack in his helmet visor. I pulled back hard, knocking him to the ground.
A hand grabbed my armor pack and I felt my feet leaving the ground as I was thrown into the sand. I shook my head and stood once again to see the last soldier stumbling towards me.
“Is this the best you have for me ?” I asked Khronos, extending my hand and lifting the last warrior into the air with my telekinetic power before simply smashing him against the wall of the arena.
A cruel, dark laugh came from the stands as Khronos shifted his weapon in his arms before leaping into the air. His massive frame came crashing down into the arena as he bellowed down at me. His metallic body swirled as he melted down to human size as he strode towards me. He spun his hammer-staff deftly as I pulled my sword out of my back sheath. Khronos put both hands onto his weapon for an overhead swing down on me. I put my blade up in a desperate block and locked arms with him.
The sounds of smashing weapons from the Pantheon resurged with new vigor and the creaks of the gates sounded even more greatly than before. The clanging of weapons was soon replaced almost entirely by the clanging of steps. Groups of aliens, soldiers, gladiators, and horrid creatures marched from outside of the gates.
“There is no way you can defeat them all,” Khronos taunted, applying more pressure to his weapon.
“Don’t need to. I just need to kill you,” I replied, pressing back with one arm and taking the other off of my sword.
I attempted to send a telekinetic blast at him but the energy simply washed into his body and warped his form slightly. He grinned at me with his red eyes and deftly ended our weapon lock with ease. A swirl of golden light formed on the end of his staff that he let loose at me, sending me flying across the floor and crashing into the wall.
The floor shook and the sand shifted. as I looked up through the glare, I could see a massive spider-creature standing behind Khronos and his minions. Its enormous biological cannon that was growing out of its back glowed a violent green before firing. The impact was so hot that it melted the sand into green, bile-stained glass where it hit. I charged around the rim desperately trying to avoid weapons fire and enemies closing all around me.
The spider fired another blast and didn’t miss this time, my boots fused to the glass and tore it out of the ground as I was sent flying once again like a ragdoll and coming down hard on more fused glass. Enemies closed all around and Khronos strode arrogantly forward.
My vision started to fade, the sounds seemed further away and my strength left my limbs that would no longer support the weight of my weapon.
I’m finished. The thought ran through my pounding head over and over again as my foes prepared to end it.
“My turn,” a voice came quietly and yet with a powerful echo.
It bounced off all of the walls and was followed by the cock of a rifle.
A brilliant purple flash, so bright that it was almost white lit up the starred ceiling and seemed to be a glowing ball in the sky. An all too familiar gunshot rang out from the glow, then another, and another. The beating of my heart in my ears and the smashing weapons of the Pantheon were drowned out by the echoing sound of bullets until every opponent on the field had fallen aside from Khronos.
The glowing ball dissipated, another flash appeared in the center of the arena and a man stepped out of it.
Dressed in black with his trenchcoat blowing in the unnatural wind of the Coliseum, he strode forward with his hair still pristine and the barrel of his massive silver sniper rifle still smoking.
The Coliseum fell into a dead silence as Drake Hensley approached the Lord of Time and stood toe to toe with him without fear.
“What are you doing here?” Khronos asked.
“Claiming my reward for completing your challenge. I want you to let him go,” Drake replied calmly.
“You have no authority here!” the god-man yelled, raising him arm and enveloping me in a golden glow, “And you will not stay my execution!”
“Khronos wait,” the golden god-man commanded.
The Lord of Time did not react to the command and continued. The light washed over me and the Coliseum faded from view. The hot sand was replaced by cold and wet permafrosted ground. I was on longer laying, but standing once again. The clang of swords and screams sounded around me as a battle out of a fantasy epic raged.
I shook my head and looked around as the golden glow vanished.
“And here,” Khronos’ voice said ethereally, “You can die with honor for a just cause,”
A large creature, wearing metal medieval armor and wielding a mace growled and brought its weapon down on me.
“Get down!” Drake’s voice almost yelled and he slammed into me, shoving me out of the way of the blow.
I stumbled and loosened my grip on the handle of my sword as arrows whizzed by.
“Fight!” Drake commanded, running forward and hitting his rifle into an enemy soldier.
“This isn’t a battle, it’s an execution,” I muttered hopelessly.
Footfalls came beside me as another man came into view, he was tall and lean. As soon as he looked at me, I was glad for my masking armor, because he carried my face as well. He was paler, with gray hair instead of brown and silver eyes instead of green but he definitely held a great resemblance to me. His face was slightly scarred and he had fangs and wore leather armor and carried a bow and sword on his back.
He only nodded to me and sprinted into the battle.
Drake’s hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me slightly.
“Let us go,” he said to me, pressing the button on his rifle scope and enveloping both of us in a brilliant purple flash so bright that it was almost white.
We stepped out of the cold battle and back into the center of the Coliseum.
“Stop,” the golden god-man said commandingly, “This execution is over,”
“What?” Khronos asked, turning and looking up into the stands.
“Your interest in this human provides a new layer of intrigue. I want to make sure that we were not too quick to rush to judgement. We shall decide,”
Khronos bounded up to the stands once again and the Pantheon vanished in lightning flashes once again.
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Dorm: Lyra
Power(s): Nina’s powers are completely based in electricity. She has the magical ability to create and project it from her body. Nina was born with these abilities. She has always emitted small and usually harmless electrical discharges from her hands when she is exceptionally emotional. She was born into the Galethren, a now-fallen doomsday cult. After she finally escaped the cult two years ago she has tried to resume a normal life. The cult, seeing her as some kind of a messiah due to her magical abilities abused the girl through her childhood in a foolhardy attempt to turn the emotionally unstable girl into some sort of weapon of the apocalypse. Instead, the insane cult only turned a mildly magical girl into a much more unstable one. As Nina grew her powers did develop further.
She discharges the electricity only through the palms of her hands and the areas that she discharges from seem to be immune to the power, if she touches anywhere else on her self during a discharge it will hurt her. She has no ability to control or absorb any other forms of electricity, it must be created by her. These discharges use Nina’s own energy to emit and are therefore incredibly tiring for her. She will frequently be found eating to keep her energy levels up. When she becomes incredibly emotional her powers can occasionally discharge without her wanting them to. If this happens too many times and her energy is drained she will pass out instantly and sleep for quite a while until her energy reserves recharge.
Her limited ability to control her powers allows her to manifest them in one of two ways which she has named ‘spark’ and ‘shock’. Shock is the more tiring of the two and drain Nina’s energy very quickly. Shock aligns the ions in the air and uses Nina and her target (Or whatever she happens to hit) as a conduit, effectively creating a very low voltage bolt of lightning between her and the impact object. The more energy she puts into the bolt or the further the target, the harder it is to effectively aim. For example, if Nina were to shock someone playfully at two feet away, it would take very little energy and always hit, but it would also only feel like a minor static electricity discharge to the one hit by it. Her weakest shock discharge has a strength of 100 volts for 1/16 second, roughly the equivalent of someone barely grazing a fairly weak power socket. These hits feel like weak static electricity and are pretty much as damaging. If Nina were to fire at a target thirty feet away that she was extremely upset at, then there is only about a one in five chance that she will even hit the target, taking into account that she can only discharge one or at most two of her strongest shocks before passing out makes this a somewhat ineffective weapon. Her strongest arc that she can maintain fires at 1,000,000 volts for 5 seconds. This sound impressive but that really isn’t, it’s about like hitting someone with a weak stun gun for five seconds. While certainly surprising, it won’t do any real damage and would at most slow someone down or allow her time to get away before they recovered (Provided that she can hit them). Nina has been known to occasionally shock herself with that voltage accidentally and actually pass out from exhaustion. Shock looks almost exactly like a small, bright white bolt of lightning being emitted horizontally.
Nina’s so-called ‘spark’ ability is interesting. While it delivers less voltage than shock, it can be held for a much longer time. Spark essentially act like shock, but instead of arcing far away to an object, it uses Nina’s fingers as the conduit. Due to her ability to generate the electricity, she can essentially hold a small electric charge in her hands. Spark can be contacted with a person or object and as soon as something gets in the way of Nina’s fingers, the conduit is changed to arc between her fingers and what she is touching. This ability is somewhat damaging to Nina and something that she rarely uses aside from some instances of utility or intimidation. (Nina once used it to start a small campfire). When she holds her spark between her fingers, the electrical discharges with steadily burn her fingers if she holds it for long enough or does it frequently. This effect sounds very and looks very similar to a melee stun gun being fired in the air without being in contact with anything. If Nina were to spark at the full power of a shock, her hand would simply go numb instantly and stop the discharge, therefore she can hold her spark for a longer time, but she cannot use it at as high of of a voltage. Her smallest spark is once again at 100 volts for 1/16 of a second which seems to be the lowest amount of electricity that she can emit in the shortest period of time. She can repeat a low power shock almost indefinitely until she gets tired or her hand becomes too numb. Her maximum power shock that she has manged to do was held for 14 seconds at a power of 300,000 volts. It could effectively make part of someone’s body go numb, but Nina must remain in contact with them to do it. She is much more likely to burn herself or pass out before any sort of harm is done.
Nina has discovered that she can use her spark power to briefly power some objects. She keeps a small bag of 24 volt lightbulbs in a small satchel that she can power for a very brief time until they burn out from her higher voltage.
Appearance: Nina stands at an awe-inspiring, impressive and intimidating five foot and one inch tall. She weighs roughly 100 pounds with a very small build that is just starting to fill out from her entering her teenage years. She has very small shoulders, hands and feet and is generally just really small. Nina’s hair is very dark brown to the point of almost being black. It is cut to cover about a third of her face and goes down to her shoulder blades in the back. Her face is round and freckled with two very large blue eyes, only one of which you can usually see that look back at you.
She has no piercings but she does have tattoos that identify her as a member of the Galethren cult. They consists of minimalistic black wings drawn on her back. Parts of them can be seen poking out from the edges of her top. Nina’s hands have permanent burn marks on her finger tips from using spark too much or injuring herself from her time with the Galethren. Nina wears a pair of tight black pants, a short sleeve leather crop top shirt and no shoes. She has a gold bangle on her right wrist with a blue gem. This item appears to hold some sort of sentimental value to her and seems like something that someone of her caste and upbringing would not be able to obtain. Nina carries a purple satchel that seems to contain all the items she owns, it is usually full of lightbulbs, paper, pens, a small glass ball that seems to be about half full of sand, and a small stash of funds and food.
Personality: Nina is a selective mute. After her childhood at the hands of the Galethren, she simply stopped speaking and has not resumed even in the previous two years of freedom that she has had. She communicates instead with a complicated series of hand gestures, facial expressions, and by writing things down on scraps of paper that she keeps in her satchel. Nina is never a mean person but is distrustful of others at first. She has had very few friends in her life and while she will open up to those who are nice to her she is an introvert. Many would see Nina as something of a rude girl if they didn’t realize she is a mute. Those who know of this find that she communicates effectively in many other ways and has a very active interest in the world around her.
Despite her small stature, Nina has an abnormally high metabolic rate. This is furthered by her energy draining electrical abilities. This has made her develop the habit of eating small amount of food nearly all of the time. She is rarely found without a sandwich or some candy or some other portable and easy to eat food item. Nina is a very kind hearted girl and generally pretty selfless to the point of almost being self deprecating. She will share and gift what little she has to other people in the hopes of being accepted by them once she gets past her initial shyness. Nina usually reacts to stressful situations with extreme caution. While she rarely runs away unless she is in apparent danger, Nina will always be the last one of a group to approach or interact with something that she doesn’t know.
Nina’s hobbies include a passion for mildly shocking people and then acting like it wasn’t her. She also loves to do anything to express herself due to her lack of speech. She finds solace in drawing on her scraps of paper when she isn’t using them for speech and she loves to listen to music. Nina would like to take up a musical instrument but has never had the chance to practice with one, much less own one. Music can sometimes make her sad and likes to listen to all different kinds. Sometimes when people bring up sore subjects such as her inability to control her power or family she also can become quite sad and even shyer than usual.
Weaknesses: Nina has difficulty coming to others for help with solving difficult problems and will often mull over them or exhaust herself with unintentional electrical discharges until someone offers assistance. If it is offered she nearly always takes it but until then she will try to solve problems alone. The weaknesses of Nina’s powers include her burning of her own fingers, her inability to hit her targets or even damage them if she does, and her passing out from overexertion magically. Her metabolism is so high that Nina even is prone to passing out if she doesn’t eat enough or is somewhere that she can’t get food for a long period of time. This combined with her tendency to wander around alone can be a bad combination for her that has caused mischief in the past. Her powers randomly discharging when she gets emotional is also a big issue because she can occasionally hurt other people or herself without intending to. These unintended discharges have been known to happen when she’s happy but more often they do when she is sad, stressed, angry, or very hungry.
Strengths: Nina’s true strength lies in her tiny frame. No matter how much she eats she never can seem to gain weight. Her tiny size and light weight allow her to hide and sneak very effectively. Not to mention that she doesn’t speak, these combined can make her nearly invisible in the right circumstances if someone weren’t looking for a child. Nina is exceptionally quick for her age as well, coming from escaping from the abusive Galethren, most other things that make her need to move fast are child’s play. She is a quick runner and very agile, at least for her age of course. Nina is a smart girl and is patient, she will wait for an opportune moment rather than be in a rush. This caution has helped her many times and is what she attributes to ultimately saving her life when the Galethren Cult fell and she escaped to start a normal life.
History & Family: Nina was born on the largest island of an unnamed archipelago. This island chain was the home of the Galethren Cult. From her earliest memory she was separated from the other children born there. Due to the large number of cultists (This island chain boasted a Galethren town and two small villages) the children were not raised by their parents but instead by groups of senior cultists. The simple ways of this cult were belied by their cruel ways of trying to bring about the end of the world and have a utopia that only they could live in even though they had absolutely no way to accomplish this goal. To keep their members pious and in line, they claimed to be doing the right thing when they abused Nina, saying that she was the harbinger of their salvation and that she would bring abound the end times. The cult inflicted physical pain and hunger on her in an attempt to increase her powers dramatically. Confused by this and not understanding why she was treated so badly, Nina retreated into her introverted shell and quit speaking. She was still taught like the other children, mostly in the ways of how to live, read, write and the staples of a basic education, hoping that if Nina weren’t their messiah that she could at least be an active and intelligent member of the cult.
During the short trip from one Galethren village to another, the boat transporting her was shipwrecked on a uninhabited island of the chain. The cultists all died in the wreck and only Nina survived. She met another man on the island who had also been caught in the same storm that had ruined her own vessel. The man, going by the name of Mah’lek was a Thief Lord from a far away land, turned into a messiah for the poor and needy. Mah’lek took Nina under his protection (While grappling desperately with his own personal issues with his own estranged daughter). Mah’lek and Nina explored and survived together for a time and eventually learned to effectively communicate. Mah’lek became easily able to translate for Nina and could easily understand the shy girl. Nina did not tell Mah’lek about the Galethren but he slowly figured out her past as he found other clues to the nearby cult. After uniting with several other survivors from various shipwrecks of the massive storm, Nina would join a group led by Mah’lek and a man named Kas’ralin to topple the doomsday cult.
Mah’lek was the only true father figure Nina had ever had and really her only true friend. After they brought the Galethren to its knees, Kas’ralin and Mah’lek parted ways. Mah’lek then gave one of his bangles to Nina and told her to hang on to it for him. He also told her that if she ever needed him that she could contact him though the magical glass ball full of sand and that he would come to her aid, wherever she was in the world. He then left her with the hopes that she would live a normal life and that he could somehow restore his own and atone for past mistakes, something Mah’lek knew he had to do alone.
Nina felt drawn to a place where she could learn to use her powers in a constructive and safe environment and found Foresta Academy where she hopes to enroll. Not to mention the island habitat is familiar to her.
You don't have to write us a novel, but be sure to give enough information that everyone will understand why your character are the way they are. When were they born? Where were they born? Do they know their mother and father? Do they have siblings? When did they discover their power? Did anything traumatic ever happened to them? The minimum for this section is three paragraphs.
In Character sample: (Just so you know this is a sample from one of my novels and is very out of context because it has like 5 years of story before this happens but it’s a fun scene. It’s a couple of years old so not quite up to my current writing standard but I enjoy it XD)
The world around me vanished and my sprinted footsteps faded away in the soft light that glowed brightly and overtook everything. As my vision went to white, hot air washed over me and the gritty feeling of sand replaced what had once been the hard concrete beneath my feet.
The light faded somewhat and allowed me to see in the still-bright location. Not even my darkly tinted visor could cut out the light of the blinding sand that seemingly came from all around. I looked up and the light sheen left some of the sand, showing that it was actually stained a light red.
The visual overload continued as I attempted to center myself in my new environment. Towering redstone walls enclosed the massive arena. The ceiling was one of stars and the sounds of battle came from the center of the sandy pit even though I stood alone. An eerie ring of gates, inset in the bottom of the wall provided an even greater ominous presence, causing me to flex my fingers and remembering that I still held my shotgun in my hand.
My footsteps crunched on the ground as my sprint turned into a jog that then came to a stop. I turned and looked around, surveying the edge of the empty arena. The far-off sounds of battle faded and wind swept over the sand softly, kicking some of it up as parts of the starred sky became cloudy. Thunder clashed and lightning bolts arced down to the top of the wall where the seats to the arena sat empty. From the arcs of energy spawned beings, human-like but massively tall and seeming to be made of liquid metal, armed with glowing medieval weapons and flowing garments. These people continued to fall in flashes, until they filled the edge of the wall, all looking down at me.
A booming voice suddenly sounded from one of them, it echoed through the arena cleanly and crisply.
“Meddler!” it almost yelled, “You have come far, and done more damage than many of our children! We can forgive some. But you have crossed the line!” the massive voice belted down to me.
I turned and looked up at the person yelling. He looked as if he was made of liquid bronze and held an enormous hammerheaded staff.
“Where am I?” I asked, my voice carrying unnaturally far in the arena, “What is this?”
“You are in the Coliseum. And this. This is your trial,” he replied.
“Trial? For what? Who are you to put me on trial?!” I yelled up to him.
“You are being judged for your actions in meddling with time and with a world that is not yours. And we-,” he began, “We are your gods,”
“Gods?” I asked quietly, looked around and seeing faces similar to ones I had seen in the lores and religions of countless cultures around Earth.
“That is what your people knew us as. We seeded your race, and countless others across the stars as we have for millennium,” the golden god-man who stood next to the bronze man stated in a much kinder and wiser voice than the other.
He had a massive spear on his back, long, rich robes about him, a metal beard and an eyepatch on his face as well as what appeared to be a frozen lightning bolt in his hand. A holy glow seemed to flow about his head.
“We are the ones who seeded your race, and pass judgement upon it,”
“But why? What did I do?”
“You have committed one of the worst heresies!” the bronze one yelled, “You have changed the past that has stood for so long. There are consequences for actions and by interfering with what was supposed to happen you have altered the time you live in and for all others!”
“It was not my-,” I began before being interrupted.
“Silence! You have no right to speak here!” he bellowed, “This is what you have done,” he then added, pointing to the starred ceiling.
The clouds merged in the center with a clash of thunder suddenly and images appeared of me and my past actions, being pulled through time against my will into the events of those who I had been with. They all flashed by quickly, showing everything that I had done.
“If I have done so much, then why hasn’t this place been affected? Why don’t I remember any changes?”
“This is a timeless place...unchanging unless we will it,” a platinum god-woman stated quietly.
“But something should be different if I did so much damage!”
“I have repaired the damage you have done. All of those events were meant to occur, but you simply should not have been the one to complete them. Now everyone who was there remembers them as they should have been, not as they are,”
I was astounded.
“Then if you can fix this damage, and it was supposed to occur, then why am I standing here in trial?!” I yelled up through my armored headgear.
The bronze god-man leaned forward and prepared to bellow something, but was silenced by a hand on his shoulder by the golden god.
“We have brought you to this place to bestow judgement on the damned. You,” he told me, “You have gone to a place, a world that was not your own. While you did not damage it, you affected it greatly. In our eons of existence, we, the Pantheon, have learned one thing. Someone must always be blamed,”
His words flowed across the sands and the Coliseum fell silent once again.
I waited as the sands shifted. The quiet of the arena was unsettling as the eyes of my progenitors watched me turn my head slowly. A large crash rang out. Then another.
I realized that the crashes were coming from the Pantheon, each of them aside from the bronze and golden god-men smashed their weapons into the ground, creating a slow and deafening serious of smashes.
“You have no right to do this!” I yelled, trying to project my voice above the beat of crashes that threatened to drown me out, “I did what I had to do!”
“Khronos,” the golden one said to his bronze compatriot before turning his back to me.
“You did what you thought was right in the circumstances. But if it wasn’t for your anger at the loss of one you loved then you never would have have been set down this path, and you never would have come to this place!” Khronos yelled down, pacing with his massive cape blowing, “You have come far and learned much,” he told me as he stopped pacing.
Khronos turned and his eyes glowed red as they met mine and his voice became even more menacing.
“Too far. And too much,”
My heart sank as I realized what was happening.
This wasn’t a trial any longer.
It was an execution.
The gates began to open all around the bottom of the arena with massive metallic groans as if the gates had not been used in a very long time.
“As a last tribute to a warrior of our children, you will die like a warrior!” Khronos yelled, “Your blood will be added to the sands,” he added darkly after a few moments.
A horrid screech came from within a gate as I turned from a defendant to a gladiator. A large, horned lizard that was longer than I was tall came running out of the gate. It crawled on the wall and stopped, turning its head to scan the arena.
I pulled up the shotgun that I still held from before I had been pulled here and took aim. It saw me and screeched again, leaping from the wall and charging, kicking up sand as it went. I squeezed the trigger and heard only a click.
“Aw hell,” I muttered, pumping the gun and expending the used shell just as the lizard prepared to ram me.
I ducked under its pounce and turned to see it trying to maul me. I pulled up the gun and fired, putting a slug in between its eyes and downing the beast.
With a glance upward, Khronos was easily visible, a slight grin forming on his face under the red glow of his fierce eyes.
I pumped the gun again and prepared for what was coming.
Three roughly humanoid figures emerged from within another gate. They stumbled forward as if struggling to not be controlled. They each stood taller than me and wore dark green and rusted brown armor. It was once ornate but now scratched and and cracked as if it had survived countless battles without repair. The lead one had a massive cannon strapped covering its arm, another held a rifle while the third had no weapon. The one with a rifle had a cracked pack that seemed to be leaking some sort of gas from the tubes going coming from its helmet.
They skulked forward, dragging their heavy plated boots in the sand. I walked towards them as the lead slowly raised its cannon-arm. The small lens pivoted towards me and a hum came from inside of the weapon. I dove sideways but was still scorched as what appeared to be a bolt of lightning blasted out of it and blew chunks out of the side of the Coliseum. I stood, rubbing at the black char on my side where the weapon had grazed me.
I fired several shots, blowing pieces out of the side of the cannon, until it stopped whirring after several shots. I let the last of my shots out into the armored warrior’s chest, further breaking its armor. After the last bullet had been fired, the being fell to the ground, unmoving. Grabbing my weapon by the barrel, I swung it around and smashed it into the face of the one carrying a rifle. The helmet cracked, and my weapon went flying out of my hand. My opponent pulled up a rifle and fired, tracking me in jerky movements as I slid around behind his armored form. I pulled my large knife off of my belt and extended it, giving myself a boost up one of the tall boots of my opponent and slashing one of the tubes coming from the alien’s helmet before stabbing my blade into the crack in his helmet visor. I pulled back hard, knocking him to the ground.
A hand grabbed my armor pack and I felt my feet leaving the ground as I was thrown into the sand. I shook my head and stood once again to see the last soldier stumbling towards me.
“Is this the best you have for me ?” I asked Khronos, extending my hand and lifting the last warrior into the air with my telekinetic power before simply smashing him against the wall of the arena.
A cruel, dark laugh came from the stands as Khronos shifted his weapon in his arms before leaping into the air. His massive frame came crashing down into the arena as he bellowed down at me. His metallic body swirled as he melted down to human size as he strode towards me. He spun his hammer-staff deftly as I pulled my sword out of my back sheath. Khronos put both hands onto his weapon for an overhead swing down on me. I put my blade up in a desperate block and locked arms with him.
The sounds of smashing weapons from the Pantheon resurged with new vigor and the creaks of the gates sounded even more greatly than before. The clanging of weapons was soon replaced almost entirely by the clanging of steps. Groups of aliens, soldiers, gladiators, and horrid creatures marched from outside of the gates.
“There is no way you can defeat them all,” Khronos taunted, applying more pressure to his weapon.
“Don’t need to. I just need to kill you,” I replied, pressing back with one arm and taking the other off of my sword.
I attempted to send a telekinetic blast at him but the energy simply washed into his body and warped his form slightly. He grinned at me with his red eyes and deftly ended our weapon lock with ease. A swirl of golden light formed on the end of his staff that he let loose at me, sending me flying across the floor and crashing into the wall.
The floor shook and the sand shifted. as I looked up through the glare, I could see a massive spider-creature standing behind Khronos and his minions. Its enormous biological cannon that was growing out of its back glowed a violent green before firing. The impact was so hot that it melted the sand into green, bile-stained glass where it hit. I charged around the rim desperately trying to avoid weapons fire and enemies closing all around me.
The spider fired another blast and didn’t miss this time, my boots fused to the glass and tore it out of the ground as I was sent flying once again like a ragdoll and coming down hard on more fused glass. Enemies closed all around and Khronos strode arrogantly forward.
My vision started to fade, the sounds seemed further away and my strength left my limbs that would no longer support the weight of my weapon.
I’m finished. The thought ran through my pounding head over and over again as my foes prepared to end it.
“My turn,” a voice came quietly and yet with a powerful echo.
It bounced off all of the walls and was followed by the cock of a rifle.
A brilliant purple flash, so bright that it was almost white lit up the starred ceiling and seemed to be a glowing ball in the sky. An all too familiar gunshot rang out from the glow, then another, and another. The beating of my heart in my ears and the smashing weapons of the Pantheon were drowned out by the echoing sound of bullets until every opponent on the field had fallen aside from Khronos.
The glowing ball dissipated, another flash appeared in the center of the arena and a man stepped out of it.
Dressed in black with his trenchcoat blowing in the unnatural wind of the Coliseum, he strode forward with his hair still pristine and the barrel of his massive silver sniper rifle still smoking.
The Coliseum fell into a dead silence as Drake Hensley approached the Lord of Time and stood toe to toe with him without fear.
“What are you doing here?” Khronos asked.
“Claiming my reward for completing your challenge. I want you to let him go,” Drake replied calmly.
“You have no authority here!” the god-man yelled, raising him arm and enveloping me in a golden glow, “And you will not stay my execution!”
“Khronos wait,” the golden god-man commanded.
The Lord of Time did not react to the command and continued. The light washed over me and the Coliseum faded from view. The hot sand was replaced by cold and wet permafrosted ground. I was on longer laying, but standing once again. The clang of swords and screams sounded around me as a battle out of a fantasy epic raged.
I shook my head and looked around as the golden glow vanished.
“And here,” Khronos’ voice said ethereally, “You can die with honor for a just cause,”
A large creature, wearing metal medieval armor and wielding a mace growled and brought its weapon down on me.
“Get down!” Drake’s voice almost yelled and he slammed into me, shoving me out of the way of the blow.
I stumbled and loosened my grip on the handle of my sword as arrows whizzed by.
“Fight!” Drake commanded, running forward and hitting his rifle into an enemy soldier.
“This isn’t a battle, it’s an execution,” I muttered hopelessly.
Footfalls came beside me as another man came into view, he was tall and lean. As soon as he looked at me, I was glad for my masking armor, because he carried my face as well. He was paler, with gray hair instead of brown and silver eyes instead of green but he definitely held a great resemblance to me. His face was slightly scarred and he had fangs and wore leather armor and carried a bow and sword on his back.
He only nodded to me and sprinted into the battle.
Drake’s hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me slightly.
“Let us go,” he said to me, pressing the button on his rifle scope and enveloping both of us in a brilliant purple flash so bright that it was almost white.
We stepped out of the cold battle and back into the center of the Coliseum.
“Stop,” the golden god-man said commandingly, “This execution is over,”
“What?” Khronos asked, turning and looking up into the stands.
“Your interest in this human provides a new layer of intrigue. I want to make sure that we were not too quick to rush to judgement. We shall decide,”
Khronos bounded up to the stands once again and the Pantheon vanished in lightning flashes once again.
