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- Fantasy and Sci-Fi are my two major favorites. However, I tend to be quite the picky player. I prefer an RP with a great deal of development...the world, the lore, everything. And for those GMs looking for help with lore, I love to world build!
Aspasia - Goddess of Rebirth - In the Wrong Place Again
The first sign of something different happening was what might appear to be sunlight forming in the center of a hallway. Perhaps it is a strange, simplistic magic meant to tease that who lives within the walls of the building, whatever building it may be. Or, maybe it would be a spec of the sun, itself, come to grant someone special with an extra amount of power and immortality.
Or, perhaps, it is simply a portal.
Stepping through it, Aspasia is gorgeous in too many ways. The moment she is through, the light disappears, and she looks around, unsure of where she is. That is the problem with her power...she is brought to random places, places that she might be needed. Her power has now brough her here for some strange reason. But that reason, she does not know. Resting upon her neck is the tattoo of a shimmering winged cat, appearing to fall in and out of view. She steps forward, once, twice...looking around, not realizing that there is something for her to trip on, a rug of sorts, that catches her foot. Stumbling, she gives a squeak, falling smack into a beautiful woman with dark hair and a power of her own.
This woman had only just finished locking a door, but it was a door that was about to be unlocked that would change everything. The moment the goddess's hands touch Zelena, her power zaps through her, making her skin glow for a moment, veins of blue appearing across her flesh as the ground beneath her begins to move, the same, strange drop of light appearing beside her.
"Oh, dear. I do apologize for my mistake." Mercury eyes stare at the woman as she stands herself up, not realizing that she looks, perhaps, a little frightening. She can feel her power flowing strangely, and looking to the area beside her, Aspasia realizes that something about the woman she just ran into has unlocked something about her. Brow furrowing, she tries to turn it off...but every effort that she makes only seems to heighten the power she is trying to hold back.
A silhouette begins to form, one of dark hair and bright eyes. The woman might, perhaps, look a little like that who Aspasia just ran into, but any memory of who she is will be distorted, for the features aren't the same. The soul and memories remain, but the body will be different. That is the nature of Rebirth. Aspasia begins to lose herself in the power, her body seeming to hum with it, and as she does, the silhouette takes a stronger shape. Curls of black fall to the waist, lined with silver. Eyes shine the same color as Zelena's, the only thing that might mirror her. The rest is beautiful, young, and almost frightening. The body, of fair skin and delicate structure, is completely nude, front only covered by locks of dark hair as the shape is completed, the light around her dissipating as she stands before Zelana, as if presented to her.
Aspasia, after a moment, comes to, eyes widening as her skin returns to normal. "Shit, did I really do that again? I'm sorry, I don't always have control over what happens when I touch someone." She wouldn't...after all, she was never taught what her power actually means...what it does...what it's for. She is just placed somewhere random, something crazy happens, and then she's pulled to another place. Hell, she never really gets to go home! Then again, does she even have a home?
From her neck the tattoo stretches out to be a shadow, seeping from her skin to fall onto the floor, leaving a large tuxedo cat with glowing red eyes staring up at her. "At least this time it is someone special...did you get a feel for her? This woman, or at least the soul, is that of someone special." Aspasia takes her creation's shoulder, turning her around to look at her. The woman is no taller than 5'4", wide eyes staring up at the goddess questioningly. And upon meeting the gaze of the youth, she sees the memories of the life before. Her skin glows slightly, though not to the extreme of before, and words of prophecy sound from her lips, emanating with a power that cannot be undone.
Ava, soul of the mother of Zelena, you have been brought back to tame the wild heart scorned, for it is your love and power for your daughter, mixed with the compassion placed by the offering of rebirth, that can save the lost soul.
And with that, Aspasia falls to her knees, and the woman turns to look at Zelena, eyes now full of warmth and understanding...and for the first time in what might be forever, she smiles.
The first sign of something different happening was what might appear to be sunlight forming in the center of a hallway. Perhaps it is a strange, simplistic magic meant to tease that who lives within the walls of the building, whatever building it may be. Or, maybe it would be a spec of the sun, itself, come to grant someone special with an extra amount of power and immortality.
Or, perhaps, it is simply a portal.
Stepping through it, Aspasia is gorgeous in too many ways. The moment she is through, the light disappears, and she looks around, unsure of where she is. That is the problem with her power...she is brought to random places, places that she might be needed. Her power has now brough her here for some strange reason. But that reason, she does not know. Resting upon her neck is the tattoo of a shimmering winged cat, appearing to fall in and out of view. She steps forward, once, twice...looking around, not realizing that there is something for her to trip on, a rug of sorts, that catches her foot. Stumbling, she gives a squeak, falling smack into a beautiful woman with dark hair and a power of her own.
This woman had only just finished locking a door, but it was a door that was about to be unlocked that would change everything. The moment the goddess's hands touch Zelena, her power zaps through her, making her skin glow for a moment, veins of blue appearing across her flesh as the ground beneath her begins to move, the same, strange drop of light appearing beside her.
"Oh, dear. I do apologize for my mistake." Mercury eyes stare at the woman as she stands herself up, not realizing that she looks, perhaps, a little frightening. She can feel her power flowing strangely, and looking to the area beside her, Aspasia realizes that something about the woman she just ran into has unlocked something about her. Brow furrowing, she tries to turn it off...but every effort that she makes only seems to heighten the power she is trying to hold back.
A silhouette begins to form, one of dark hair and bright eyes. The woman might, perhaps, look a little like that who Aspasia just ran into, but any memory of who she is will be distorted, for the features aren't the same. The soul and memories remain, but the body will be different. That is the nature of Rebirth. Aspasia begins to lose herself in the power, her body seeming to hum with it, and as she does, the silhouette takes a stronger shape. Curls of black fall to the waist, lined with silver. Eyes shine the same color as Zelena's, the only thing that might mirror her. The rest is beautiful, young, and almost frightening. The body, of fair skin and delicate structure, is completely nude, front only covered by locks of dark hair as the shape is completed, the light around her dissipating as she stands before Zelana, as if presented to her.
Aspasia, after a moment, comes to, eyes widening as her skin returns to normal. "Shit, did I really do that again? I'm sorry, I don't always have control over what happens when I touch someone." She wouldn't...after all, she was never taught what her power actually means...what it does...what it's for. She is just placed somewhere random, something crazy happens, and then she's pulled to another place. Hell, she never really gets to go home! Then again, does she even have a home?
From her neck the tattoo stretches out to be a shadow, seeping from her skin to fall onto the floor, leaving a large tuxedo cat with glowing red eyes staring up at her. "At least this time it is someone special...did you get a feel for her? This woman, or at least the soul, is that of someone special." Aspasia takes her creation's shoulder, turning her around to look at her. The woman is no taller than 5'4", wide eyes staring up at the goddess questioningly. And upon meeting the gaze of the youth, she sees the memories of the life before. Her skin glows slightly, though not to the extreme of before, and words of prophecy sound from her lips, emanating with a power that cannot be undone.
Ava, soul of the mother of Zelena, you have been brought back to tame the wild heart scorned, for it is your love and power for your daughter, mixed with the compassion placed by the offering of rebirth, that can save the lost soul.
And with that, Aspasia falls to her knees, and the woman turns to look at Zelena, eyes now full of warmth and understanding...and for the first time in what might be forever, she smiles.
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