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[RJS]

Tower of Eternity
Even Death is not the end

The Setting

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In ancient times the great evil Belial sought to dominate all life. The demon summoned all the forces of hell as well as corrupting much of humanity. In response, the archangels were dispatched to Earth to rally those that stood against Belial. A huge and bloody war ensued, leading to a climactic battle outside Belial's dark fortress. The battle turned against Belial when the divine power of the archangels banished his demon servants, and the remaining humans were overrun and scattered to the winds. Belial himself was banished to the underworld, bound in chains that would bind him for centuries.

Or so the story was told, millenia ago. The originals were lost to time, only recently rediscovered amongst the Dead Sea Scrolls. About the most many people could draw on would be the names - Gabriel, Lucifer et al. have found themselves interwoven with the religious texts of the eras that followed.

And so, humanity endured. All thoughts of supernatural existences and angels and demons reduced to worship, or creatures of myth to be scoffed at and dismissed. Technology developed, the world continued turning. Until yesterday. A massive global EMP surge brought the modern world to a screeching halt. Global communications blacked out, news outlets went dark...such an event was unprecedented, and caused widespread panic.

And then, the following day, people awoke to find the pulse over, and news of a featureless obsidian tower jutting hundreds of feet into the air on the outskirts of Philadelphia. No markings, no sign of construction...it had seemingly appeared overnight. The world was stunned. Was it aliens? An elaborate prank? A government project? Confusion reigned supreme.

And yet none were as confused as you. After all, you woke up safe and sound today, but nothing can erase the traumatic memory of your death the previous day, nor the agony that followed. You do not know what happened, but surely this tower cannot be a coincidence...right?

The Deathless

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In Tower of Eternity, you will take on the role of one of the Deathless, a group of humans who find that death is no longer so permanent as it once was. You will grapple with your new relationship with mortality, your place in this world and this link with this mysterious tower. Will you follow your destiny, or stand in its path? Though you yourself do not know it, the future of the world will eventually hang in the balance.

As a Deathless, your soul maintains a permanent link to the Land of Shadows, where the souls of the dead are sent. Any time you die you will awake the following day, at the same time and the same place that you had woken up on the day of your death. However, this is not without its drawbacks, as the pain of having your soul wrenched from your body and then reinserted is beyond imagining.

In addition, you can channel energy from the Land of Shadows to utilise a power unique to you. Though it may be weak currently, it will grow with every death, as your soul bathes in the power of the Land of Shadows.

Useful Information

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Your co-GMs are @The_J and @Eru

As discussed in the Interest Check thread, this RP is Intermediate and above. I will be expecting a minimum of one post a week, with that post being c. 2 paragraphs in length. Multiple shorter posts will also fulfill that requirement, and obviously more than that would be awesome!

Any questions, please post them down below, or come join our Discord

Character Sheet

Name
Age (min. 18)
Appearance (image preferred)
Gender
Ethnicity
Country of Origin (all characters will be making their way to Philadelphia near the start)

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Personality: Describe your character's major personality traits here. Include any major likes and dislikes they have.

History: Briefly describe the life of your character up to the point of the start of this RP

Power: Describe your power here. As a general rule, powers should be minor at this stage. At the start of the RP, they will have barely manifested.

Skills: What is your character particularly good at?

Weaknesses: Anything your character sucks at? A particular phobia or personality flaw that can cause them real difficulties?

Accepted Characters

Belle - @RJS
Hazel Aran - @The_J
Max Fisher - @Eru
Sean Tucker - @Greenie
Chani Khan - @Greenie
Pennie Baylor - @HelloBeautifulChild
Satele Shan - @SkittlesAndSpike
Layen Carsen - @Joan
Stanley Savage - @Starlighter
Leah McCloyd - @Astroblaze

 

[Greenie]

Looks super exciting! And I reckon I can have a character sheet up by tomorrow.

*dances off*

 

[Greenie]

Here we go. If anything needs to be edited/changed, I'm happy to comply! ^_^

edit: complete for now

Sean Tucker

Sean Tucker
Age: 25

[spoili]Sean is not too tall a fellow, standing a little over 5'9" tall and of average weight. His skin is rather pale, almost unhealthily so, and he has dark circles around his sleepy-looking brown eyes from staying up too late at night. Despite these flaws, he still has a pleasant enough face to look at. His hair is a messy mop of dark blond locks, falling over his ears and eyes and reaching the base of his neck. He often wears bobby pins or a bandana to push his hair out of his face.

As for his clothes, Sean likes to wear long or short sleeved t-shirts and hoodies, along with an old leather jacket his father gave him in his late teens. He favours faded blue jeans for the most part, and prefers black converse shoes over any other footwear.[/spoili]

Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Country of Origin: Canada (Montreal)​

Personality: While Sean looks nice and friendly enough on the outside, he's a rather brooding fellow who overthinks things, keeping him from relaxing for too long. While he isn't necessarily a coward, he can be rather paranoid due to events that transpired earlier in his life, causing him to take a while before trusting others. He prefers to remain a wallflower, quiet and observant when others are around, though he will not shy from speaking up or even lashing out at someone verbally if they are being jerks or purposely messing with him.

Once he has taken a liking to someone, he will relax considerable around them, going so far as to crack terrible dad jokes and deliver groan inducing puns at his expense just to see the person he likes smile. He will also become unhealthily overprotective of them and extremely paranoid that they may get in trouble or get hurt, continuously urging them to be careful. In the same fashion that he doesn't take trash talk against himself, if someone messes with people he like, Sean will not back down from giving them a piece of his mind... or his fist.

Among the things Sean enjoys is listening to indie music and playing old time PC games, finding they relax them. He also has a rather soft spot for cat. As for the things he tends to dislike, mouthing off jerks and holier than thou people are at the top of his list. He had little tolerance for people who go out of their way to ridicule and belittle others. He rather detests jump scares and the horror genre in general.

History: Sean was born to Nora and Seamus Tucker in Montreal, Canada. He had quite the normal childhood as he grew up. His parents were middle class and lived in the suburbs, so while he didn't have everything he wanted, he had everything he needed; life was good. It became even better during his tenth year when his parents adopted a little girl from India named Juhi. Sean was immediately an ideal big brother, and this love and protectiveness he felt toward his sister continued throughout his life.

High-school wasn't bad socially, but studywise it was the pits for Sean. He was good in most subjects but mathematics was his bane, causing him to fail two years in a row, meaning he was nineteen years old when he finally finished his schooling.

However, that was hardly on his mind, and it was almost a miracle that he managed to finish high school with barely passable marks. During his nineteenth year, Sean and his little sister found themselves caught in a sick survival 'game' orchestrated by some psychos. He and Juhi a well as another named Lauren barely survived to live the tale. Juhi was able to cope with some therapy, but the incident caused more than enough stress and trauma to Sean. He had a hard time even leaving his room for weeks, and was subjected to nightmares on an almost nightly basis.

A good two years of therapy finally brought Sean back to a normal sort of existence. He wasn't completely over the incident but he was no longer scared of simple every day things. For his own well being, however, he moved to New Brunswick, where he stayed at his Uncle Caleb's house, or rather, in the woods that was part of his uncle's land. There, Sean build a treehouse for himself, finding comfort and solace surrounded by nature. He had his bare necessities as well as some luxuries like his uncle's WiFi. He also found himself the proud pet of a calico kitten he named Cathulhu. [spoili]

[/spoili]

After a good one year, Sean returned home and was able to find a part-time job and his father's friend's furniture store, though that was not to remain for long; the EMP pulse and the subsequent emergence of the tower saw to that.

Concerned for his sister who would have been in school at this time, Sean left his work and headed out to find her and take her home where it would be safest. The panic was already setting into the people, causing chaos and confusion, which of course the less savoury types were taking advantage of. When Sean finally reached his sister's high school, he found her accosted by a trio of males who wouldn't let her leave. Enraged and seeing red, he rushed over to them like a berserk, swinging lefts and rights. He may even have won the fight if it weren't for the men pulling out knives. Stabbed more times than he could remember, Sean fell to the ground, bleeding out. The last thing he could remember was his sister's tear stained face as she screamed for someone to help him.

And then he woke up, whole again in bed.

Traumatized yet determined to figure out what the hell happened, Sean quit his job and is currently headed for Philadelphia.

Power: Super Strength- Sean's strength comes from building up energy in his hands and releasing it when it comes in contact with his target. Like this he can more easily lift and move things that would be difficult for the average person. In the same manner his strikes and punches pack a bit more of a wallop than a normal person's.

Skills:

• Pain Tolerance- Sean has always been pain tolerant, be it a paper cut or a broken bone.
  
• Woodworking- This was something that Sean learned from his childhood from his father.
• Cat whisperer- Sean has an uncanny ability of becoming friends with kitties.
• Storywriter- High school was the pits but it did help Sean discover his love for story writing there. English was something he was good at and he had always had an imaginative mind.

Weaknesses:

• PTSD- While it has calmed considerably, Sean has triggers that will cause him to stress or panic, including large mirrors.
• Temper: While Sean doesn't get angry at every given moments, when he does get upset he flies into a rage where he will not notice even if he is hurting himself.
• Stubborness: Though some may consider this positive, Sean can be obstinant to a fault, refusing to give up even when it is for the better.

 

[RJS]

Wow, that speed!

Just a couple little tweaks really:

1. You only get one power, and it's currently pretty weak. If you were to go with Super Strength, for example, it would likely function as 'slightly more than normal strength' at this time.
2. Pain tolerance, from my reading, seems to be something he had before becoming Deathless. As such it would be a skill, not his Power.
3. What happened to Sean on the day of the EMP? Given it was the day he 'died', it seems rather...brushed over.

Otherwise he looks great!

 

[Greenie]

Alrighty, I edited up the changes you mentioned!

 

[RJS]

Alrighty, I edited up the changes you mentioned!

Alrighty, congratulations on being the first accepted character!

 

[Greenie]

Woo, Thanks! :D

 

[RJS]

Belle
23 years old
Female
Arab
Originally from Jordan, but resident in the US for several years​

Belle is somewhat above average height at 5ft8 with a toned, lithe build. Her hair colour is currently turquoise, a colour that she feels picks out her eyes, but she's not beyond changing it whenever she gets bored of it, which is frequently.

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Personality

Belle could most simply be described as a reckless hedonist. She's a bit of a drifter, always looking for the next thrill, the next kick. An incorrigable flirt with a sharp tongue, she generally lacks respect for authority and will usually end up doing whatever she feels will be the most exciting regardless. It would take someone she truly respected to cause her to change away from that path, and people like that are few and far between.

Belle carries herself as a leader, and expects others to follow along with her. When this happens, Belle is usually quite gregarious - laughing, joking, buying her round. If people show no interest in going along with her, Belle is frequently dismissive of them, and this can escalate into full-blown disrespect and rudeness should they try and stop her from what she wants to do.

In spite of that, there are a few people who Belle does truly respect and listen to. Most of her behaviour is a backlash at what she sees as a flawed society, and some people who truly work towards improving that can end up earning her respect. It's not easy to come by, but those who can will usually find Belle to be more...amenable to alternatives to what she intended to do.

History

Belle talks little about her past, and there are none who know her before she came to Philadelphia 4 years ago. There were some rumours that she had been adopted by a family with the surname of Islands, though none ever came and visited her, and Belle never introduced herself by anything other than her name.

Since arriving in Philadelphia, Belle has flitted between several irregular, largely illegal jobs. She spent some time table dancing, though she was fired for kicking a client in the face for 'getting too handsy'. She's run on smuggling operations, thefts, burglaries - she spent 6 months in jail after getting caught in a bedroom by the occupants, stealing valuables.

Following her release, she found herself drifting further to the edge of the city, taking odd jobs for drinking money. When the EMP pulse hit, and a dark object began to drive itself into the ground, the city of Philadelphia went mad. Looting and rioting spread across the town, and it wasn't long before the looting and rioting turned seriously violent. The bar Belle was drinking in at the time was rushed by a group. In the ensuing carnage, despite a valiant brawl, Belle was stabbed repeatedly in the abdomen with a broken bottle and left to bleed out as fire consumed the building.

The next morning, she awoke. Anger was the main emotion that gripped her, followed by a burning need to check on this new addition to Philadelphia's outskirts.

Power

Belle can draw on her power to influence people, pushing them slightly closer to the decision she wishes them to make. This effect is only slight, and will likely only impact the end result if that person is completely caught between two choices that they have no preference between.

Skills

Illicit Entry - Belle knows more than a few ways of getting into places she shouldn't. Belle can pick basic locks, wriggle through narrow windows and break open glass panes with minimal noise.

Martial Arts - Belle uses martial arts for fitness and defense, and is a competent fighter in a close-range situation.

High alcohol tolerance - Belle drinks. A lot. She can handle it pretty well. Most of the time.

Weaknesses

Chafes at authority - Belle's personality leads her to be exceedingly uncooperative with those who try to put themselves over her.

Unreliable - Belle cannot usually be depended on unless whatever you want aligns with what she wants.

Theme Song

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[Boo Girlie BoomBoom]

@RJS hey~hey~^^!!

So just a question then? Like what time of year was the pulse?

 

[RJS]

@RJS hey~hey~^^!!

So just a question then? Like what time of year was the pulse?

Late spring

 

[Spekkun]

Room for one more? :D

 

[RJS]

Of course!

 

[Spekkun]

Of course!

Eyy! :D I'll get to work on my character sheet tonight! Shouldn't take me too long

 

[Boo Girlie BoomBoom]

K sooooo like here is my appie^^!! Let me know what changes are needed k ;DD

Prism

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~Prism~

(Martika Naomi McClane)

<~~~<★>~~~>​

Nicknames: Marti, Switch, Prizzy (as Prism)
Age: 19
Gender: Girlie
Ethnicity: Scottish, French, Irish.
Country of Origin: Canada

Power: Light Manipulation - Marti can illuminate her skin, eyes, and hair with rippling prismatic light. About as bright as a small light bulb.

Skills: Dancing, Climbing, Hairstyling, Doodling, Making messes yet tidying up really fast, Rolling joints.

Weaknesses: Spacey, Random, Kinda' Simple minded, Easily Manipulated, Repression Issues, Crosses personal boundaries, Hates the dark and confined spaces, Still fighting trauma associated with water, Cannot fight.

Appearance

With a shock of pastel coloured hair, sides shaved, and standing at 178cm (5'10") the girl definitely stands out. Big baby blues stare out at the world wonderingly, surrounded by lashes and lids coated in dark makeup. Surprisingly she is devoid of any tats and only has piercings (nose, lips, tongue, ears, belly, hood). Her body is strong and finely muscled after years of dancing and climbing. Oh, and word to the uninitiated, watch out for that slow unfurling smirk, for it means some idea is about to be unleashed from that peculiar brain of hers.

This girlie definitely has a style all her own. Normally she shops thrift shops or clearance sales and stitches together or coordinates 'set pieces.' Whether it be 80's punk, Mod, cyberpunk/goth, dolly/spice girl or whatever, it seems to suit her moods and whims. When she walks or moves she likes to hear her trinkets and baubles clink and tinkle away; to Marti, it's like her own little mini orchestra.

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Prior to 'returning,' Marti is naturally a blonde with dark roots who normally had pixie cuts and other styles in which hair length would never venture past her chin. Nowadays she keeps her wavy rainbow locks long. Her hair may look dyed but it is not. Ever since she 'returned' and began to come to grips with her attempted suicide and survivor's guilt, her eyes and hair will glow and become like swirling rainbow marble and her skin will rippling shiny rainbow colours. When this happens she will emit light from her body.

Nowadays she will cover up her hair and dress 'normally' so as to not attract too much undo attention. And introduces herself as 'Prism' to new people she meets.

Personality

Marti is constantly in motion: fidgeting, doodling, or dancing. But sometimes she does fixate on something that catches her attention and will just stop what she is doing and space out. The girl doesn't necessarily get bored easily, and is not really ADHD, but that mind of hers is constantly spinning with ideas. Coupled with her strange thought and logic patterns, the girl will sometimes just 'Go Random.' But do know that once she sets her mind to it she will complete her task or what is asked of her.

Marti is friendly and polite, but sometimes crosses personal boundaries and invades personal space too easily; expect random acts of affection. Normally she is just quiet to start (if only to appear normal to the public) but once she lightens up and starts talking, like really talking for reals just nod your head. A lot of-- most of what she says when she 'goes random' will not make much sense but she means well. She does essentially have a good heart but the girl is a bit simple and too quick to trust, and so, she is easily manipulated. But all in all, she is a good friend and will go out of her way to help out her friends, but at the cost of them having to tolerate her... peculiar quirks and annoyances.

If you see her climb up to a rooftop or on top of a playground, just know she does it because she can.

Likes: colours, hairstyle/fashion, sketching, climbing, affection, talking, smoking up and eating various foods, shopping at thrift/second hand shops, making 'mood' playlists, tickling girlies to make them laugh.

Dislikes: darkness, lonely/confined spaces, rude/mean people, sitting still, being told to sit still, awkward silence, drinking too much beer, raw fish/bloody steaks, expensive items that she could get for like 81% off at her stores, opera songs, angry physical violence.

History

Born into suburbia just outside Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Marti was raised in relative normalcy by two loving parents with very well paying jobs. They had their cars, and big house and summer cottage and 2 dogs and a nanny that took their two kids to hockey or dance or swimming practice. Life was good. Martika was cleverly still guised as a normal girl since her family covered up and suppressed her 'peculiarities' rather well. But still, the McClane family would still occasionally find their odd daughter in the oddest of places up high. She was even in the news for being spotted standing on the glass ceiling of the local mall. The firemen came to rescue her but by the time they got to her , Martika was already on the ground.

Her brother Jamie was going to turn 17 and was going to try out for Team Canada for the World Juniors. But before he had the chance, he was killed in a tragic freak car accident. During spring break vacation, Jamie and Marti were skippng stones at the nearby pond when the speeding sports car crashed into another car, flipped over the guard rail and landed on top of the teenaged star centreman. 10 year old Marti was right beside him. A second earlier Jamie had just handed over to his little sister 'the perfect pond skimmer.' She smiled at him and a second later Jamie was dead. She was still standing in the same spot when the emergency people finally came, her face frozen with that same litlle appreciative smile on her face.

Maybe she should have gotten therapy. But instead she got weekends and summers at Dad's and the rest of the time with Mom. Jamie's death traumatized her folks so badly that they became different people. So different and so selfish now. How they each coped with Jamie's death shaped the wedge between them until such time they divorced. And so Marti began to cope by losing herself in dancing and climbing.

But Marti barely set foot in water again even though she had loved swimming. Any time she got near a pool or a large body of water, all she could see was that moment. Fresh as the day it happened, she could see her big brother die in a violent crash into that pond. The demons would speak to her for almost a decade.

They would bring her back. They would take her back. They would make it right.

<~<★>~>​

And so there she stood at the place of his death now. At the mountain pond. It was spring but an extended winter had kept the water still frozen over. It was later in the year than she normally would be here, but she was going to skate as she would do annually to remember Jamie. Water was a demon to her... but ice? Jamie was a star hockey player. Ice was his love and she would love it for him and skate one day out of the year during winter in his name. Marti would skate and skate till she collapsed. The aftermath would be a girl sobbing heavily at pond's edge, a pile of sorrow and misery and self-hate; the survivor's guilt ate her up to this day.

Yet today was much different. For it was a lot warmer now than before and the ice was no longer set properly. A After a few warm up circles and figure eights, she skated out to the middle of the pond to do some pirouettes. With a soft smile, she would spin once for every year of her brothers dea-- the ice gave way and Marti fell in.

Yes, there was panic. Yes, there was screaming. Yes, there was choking on the water as she sank. Yes, her life flashed before her eyes. And then came the blackness, that oh so deep and confining blackness that chased her, cornering her, consuming her.

But this was no accident.

Of course, this late in the season there would be warnings all over against skating on the thin ice. Her 'Team Canada Hockey' toque hung limp from one such sign.


Six days before her 20th birthday, Martika Naomi McClane killed herself.

<~<★>~>​

A flash of white light. That white light. It exploded into all hues of the rainbow and there she saw him. Jamie. The confines of blackness released their hold upon her. Big baby blues that were no longer only coloured blue snapped open, and finally clearing up to see the accusing eye of the moon above. She lay at the pond shore. Coughing and shivering. But of course, when she looked around wildly to see him, Jamie was not there. He never had been she realized. In this world he was real once, but not now.

And as she lay in her car, heat turned on full, she sobbed and cried her eyes out. She had tried to take her life while honouring her brother. Martika knew that meant that she had just disgraced Jamie's death. She had tried to join him, not honour him. And although she knew he was not there that moment she fell past the cracked ice and into the waters, he was still watching out for her. Even with her blue eyes red-rimmed and vision blurred by tears, she still saw it. In the palm of her hand... there it was. It was 'the perfect pond skimmer' fresh as the day he handed it to her. "Oh, Jay... awwww Jay, I am sooooo sorry..."

Slowly she brought it up her face, cradling it gently. And when she kissed it, she could smell it. She gasped then crinkled her nose. It was the rank odour of his hockey glove. He would wipe his glove in her face after Marti broke something of his or had she wronged him. It would be sometime after her apology, but it was Jamie's gesture of dickwad-ish older brotherly love. It meant--

"--I forgive you, Farti..."

And once more the waterfall of tears fell from her eyes and rained downward, flooding her cupped palms.

For how long she cried she did not know. But once she stopped, the tears truly ended and abruptly. Her hair and makeup were a total train wreck, but her face was calm and her breathing was steady. It was like an Epiphany. With coming to grips with her denial and surviving a suicide attempt she felt it was time to move on now. Curse. Gift. Whatever. This explodinng light within her brought her closer to her brother than anything else in the world. Beyond doubt, beyond denial, beyond death, he would still be watching over her.

And with that admission set aside she could... feel it now. It was there just under her waking thoughts. A calling? An unlocking? Whatever. It was there and she would follow it now. The radio said it was in Philadelphia; they had always been meaning to visit the City of Brotherly Love.

One last kiss upon 'the perfect pond skimmer,' then she pulled away from the pond and drove away for good as the woman named Prism.

 

[RJS]

K sooooo like here is my appie^^!! Let me know what changes are needed k ;DD

Prism

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~Prism~

(Martika Naomi McClane)

<~~~<★>~~~>​

Nicknames: Marti, Switch, Prizzy (as Prism)
Age: 19
Gender: Girlie
Ethnicity: Scottish, French, Irish.
Country of Origin: Canada

Power: Light Manipulation - Marti can illuminate her skin, eyes, and hair with rippling prismatic light. About as bright as a small light bulb.

Skills: Dancing, Climbing, Hairstyling, Doodling, Making messes yet tidying up really fast, Rolling joints.

Weaknesses: Spacey, Random, Kinda' Simple minded, Easily Manipulated, Repression Issues, Crosses personal boundaries, Hates the dark and confined spaces, Still fighting trauma associated with water, Cannot fight.

Appearance

With a shock of pastel coloured hair, sides shaved, and standing at 178cm (5'10") the girl definitely stands out. Big baby blues stare out at the world wonderingly, surrounded by lashes and lids coated in dark makeup. Surprisingly she is devoid of any tats and only has piercings (nose, lips, tongue, ears, belly, hood). Her body is strong and finely muscled after years of dancing and climbing. Oh, and word to the uninitiated, watch out for that slow unfurling smirk, for it means some idea is about to be unleashed from that peculiar brain of hers.

This girlie definitely has a style all her own. Normally she shops thrift shops or clearance sales and stitches together or coordinates 'set pieces.' Whether it be 80's punk, Mod, cyberpunk/goth, dolly/spice girl or whatever, it seems to suit her moods and whims. When she walks or moves she likes to hear her trinkets and baubles clink and tinkle away; to Marti, it's like her own little mini orchestra.

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Prior to 'returning,' Marti is naturally a blonde with dark roots who normally had pixie cuts and other styles in which hair length would never venture past her chin. Nowadays she keeps her wavy rainbow locks long. Her hair may look dyed but it is not. Ever since she 'returned' and began to come to grips with her attempted suicide and survivor's guilt, her eyes and hair will glow and become like swirling rainbow marble and her skin will rippling shiny rainbow colours. When this happens she will emit light from her body.

Nowadays she will cover up her hair and dress 'normally' so as to not attract too much undo attention. And introduces herself as 'Prism' to new people she meets.

Personality

Marti is constantly in motion: fidgeting, doodling, or dancing. But sometimes she does fixate on something that catches her attention and will just stop what she is doing and space out. The girl doesn't necessarily get bored easily, and is not really ADHD, but that mind of hers is constantly spinning with ideas. Coupled with her strange thought and logic patterns, the girl will sometimes just 'Go Random.' But do know that once she sets her mind to it she will complete her task or what is asked of her.

Marti is friendly and polite, but sometimes crosses personal boundaries and invades personal space too easily; expect random acts of affection. Normally she is just quiet to start (if only to appear normal to the public) but once she lightens up and starts talking, like really talking for reals just nod your head. A lot of-- most of what she says when she 'goes random' will not make much sense but she means well. She does essentially have a good heart but the girl is a bit simple and too quick to trust, and so, she is easily manipulated. But all in all, she is a good friend and will go out of her way to help out her friends, but at the cost of them having to tolerate her... peculiar quirks and annoyances.

If you see her climb up to a rooftop or on top of a playground, just know she does it because she can.

Likes: colours, hairstyle/fashion, sketching, climbing, affection, talking, smoking up and eating various foods, shopping at thrift/second hand shops, making 'mood' playlists, tickling girlies to make them laugh.

Dislikes: darkness, lonely/confined spaces, rude/mean people, sitting still, being told to sit still, awkward silence, drinking too much beer, raw fish/bloody steaks, expensive items that she could get for like 81% off at her stores, opera songs, angry physical violence.

History

Born into suburbia just outside Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Marti was raised in relative normalcy by two loving parents with very well paying jobs. They had their cars, and big house and summer cottage and 2 dogs and a nanny that took their two kids to hockey or dance or swimming practice. Life was good. Martika was cleverly still guised as a normal girl since her family covered up and suppressed her 'peculiarities' rather well. But still, the McClane family would still occasionally find their odd daughter in the oddest of places up high. She was even in the news for being spotted standing on the glass ceiling of the local mall. The firemen came to rescue her but by the time they got to her , Martika was already on the ground.

Her brother Jamie was going to turn 17 and was going to try out for Team Canada for the World Juniors. But before he had the chance, he was killed in a tragic freak car accident. During spring break vacation, Jamie and Marti were skippng stones at the nearby pond when the speeding sports car crashed into another car, flipped over the guard rail and landed on top of the teenaged star centreman. 10 year old Marti was right beside him. A second earlier Jamie had just handed over to his little sister 'the perfect pond skimmer.' She smiled at him and a second later Jamie was dead. She was still standing in the same spot when the emergency people finally came, her face frozen with that same litlle appreciative smile on her face.

Maybe she should have gotten therapy. But instead she got weekends and summers at Dad's and the rest of the time with Mom. Jamie's death traumatized her folks so badly that they became different people. So different and so selfish now. How they each coped with Jamie's death shaped the wedge between them until such time they divorced. And so Marti began to cope by losing herself in dancing and climbing.

But Marti barely set foot in water again even though she had loved swimming. Any time she got near a pool or a large body of water, all she could see was that moment. Fresh as the day it happened, she could see her big brother die in a violent crash into that pond. The demons would speak to her for almost a decade.

They would bring her back. They would take her back. They would make it right.

<~<★>~>​

And so there she stood at the place of his death now. At the mountain pond. It was spring but an extended winter had kept the water still frozen over. It was later in the year than she normally would be here, but she was going to skate as she would do annually to remember Jamie. Water was a demon to her... but ice? Jamie was a star hockey player. Ice was his love and she would love it for him and skate one day out of the year during winter in his name. Marti would skate and skate till she collapsed. The aftermath would be a girl sobbing heavily at pond's edge, a pile of sorrow and misery and self-hate; the survivor's guilt ate her up to this day.

Yet today was much different. For it was a lot warmer now than before and the ice was no longer set properly. A After a few warm up circles and figure eights, she skated out to the middle of the pond to do some pirouettes. With a soft smile, she would spin once for every year of her brothers dea-- the ice gave way and Marti fell in.

Yes, there was panic. Yes, there was screaming. Yes, there was choking on the water as she sank. Yes, her life flashed before her eyes. And then came the blackness, that oh so deep and confining blackness that chased her, cornering her, consuming her.

But this was no accident.

Of course, this late in the season there would be warnings all over against skating on the thin ice. Her 'Team Canada Hockey' toque hung limp from one such sign.


Six days before her 20th birthday, Martika Naomi McClane killed herself.

<~<★>~>​

A flash of white light. That white light. It exploded into all hues of the rainbow and there she saw him. Jamie. The confines of blackness released their hold upon her. Big baby blues that were no longer only coloured blue snapped open, and finally clearing up to see the accusing eye of the moon above. She lay at the pond shore. Coughing and shivering. But of course, when she looked around wildly to see him, Jamie was not there. He never had been she realized. In this world he was real once, but not now.

And as she lay in her car, heat turned on full, she sobbed and cried her eyes out. She had tried to take her life while honouring her brother. Martika knew that meant that she had just disgraced Jamie's death. She had tried to join him, not honour him. And although she knew he was not there that moment she fell past the cracked ice and into the waters, he was still watching out for her. Even with her blue eyes red-rimmed and vision blurred by tears, she still saw it. In the palm of her hand... there it was. It was 'the perfect pond skimmer' fresh as the day he handed it to her. "Oh, Jay... awwww Jay, I am sooooo sorry..."

Slowly she brought it up her face, cradling it gently. And when she kissed it, she could smell it. She gasped then crinkled her nose. It was the rank odour of his hockey glove. He would wipe his glove in her face after Marti broke something of his or had she wronged him. It would be sometime after her apology, but it was Jamie's gesture of dickwad-ish older brotherly love. It meant--

"--I forgive you, Farti..."

And once more the waterfall of tears fell from her eyes and rained downward, flooding her cupped palms.

For how long she cried she did not know. But once she stopped, the tears truly ended and abruptly. Her hair and makeup were a total train wreck, but her face was calm and her breathing was steady. It was like an Epiphany. With coming to grips with her denial and surviving a suicide attempt she felt it was time to move on now. Curse. Gift. Whatever. This explodinng light within her brought her closer to her brother than anything else in the world. Beyond doubt, beyond denial, beyond death, he would still be watching over her.

And with that admission set aside she could... feel it now. It was there just under her waking thoughts. A calling? An unlocking? Whatever. It was there and she would follow it now. The radio said it was in Philadelphia; they had always been meaning to visit the City of Brotherly Love.

One last kiss upon 'the perfect pond skimmer,' then she pulled away from the pond and drove away for good as the woman named Prism.

Ok, there's a few things that I'd like to see tweaked and improved here:

1. Your backstory doesn't really take into account some of the points in the lore. The day before the tower emerged, there was a global emp surge disabling anything electrical, including the battery in the car. She wouldn't have been able to drive to the pond. In addition, unless she'd camped out overnight at the pond beforehand, she wouldn't wake up at the pond, she wake up wherever she'd been to sleep - presumably her own room.
2. There's quite a few points that are contradictory in a few places - in her appearance you mention she has a style all of her own and dresses in these set piece outfits, but you later state that she dresses normally to avoid attention. If there's some before/after in that it's really not clear at all. In addition, I find it somewhat ironic to see right after she's supposedly avoiding attention, she's introducing herself as Prism.
3. "Martika was cleverly still guised as a normal girl since her family covered up and suppressed her 'peculiarities' rather well" what exactly are these peculiarities? Liking to climb stuff and having a tendency to wander off is fairly typical for small children.
   
4. "Marti would skate and skate till she collapsed." You make it clear later on that this was never her intention - why include this part?
5. "Slowly she brought it up her face, cradling it gently. And when she kissed it, she could smell it. She gasped then crinkled her nose. It was the rank odour of his hockey glove. " A stone that's been underwater for 10 years still smells of a hockey glove? Either that hockey glove smelt of a pond, or I really don't buy it.
6. I'd like to see a bit more detail on those skills and weaknesses. Kinda like how Greenie and I have done, a sentence for each one just to flesh it out a bit. She has repression issues? Why? How do they manifest and what do they do that holds her back? Might be worth mentioning how these developed in the backstory too.
7. The final one, and probably the one that strikes me as being the most concerning for me as a GM considering whether to accept a character, is that I'm not really getting a sense of a coherent, believable person from this CS. There's lots of things that seem thrown in for seemingly no reason - so she's good at rolling joints without ever having had any history of drug use according to her story? She's normally bouncing around being completely random but can focus on something if she needs to? You say she dislikes physical violence, yet apparently that dislike renders her completely incapable of fighting and she'd never even try to defend herself if she was attacked? This all basically links back to point number 2 - there's inconsistencies and contradictions here that make her less believable as a person.

 

[Greenie]

Alright, I think my second sheet is complete and ready to be perused :3

Chani Khan

Chani Khan
Age: 23

[spoili]Chani is 5'1 and weighs 110 lbs. She has pale skin with a dusting of freckles, favouring her mother in skin tone as well as her facial features. Her hair and eyes are as dark as her father's, however. She quite likes wearing black eyeliner on her waterline to enhance the big eyes look.

Aside from that, however, Chani likes to wear practical if not boring clothes. Dark coloured shirts, hoodies, and jackets along with cargo pants or jeans are part of her usual wardrobe. She wears normal sneakers or hiking boots. The only jewellery she sports are two small hoops in each ear.
[/spoili]

Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Half Caucasian, Half Pakistani
Country of Origin: Canada (Edmonton)​

Personality: Chani is a rather introverted individual. She prefers peace and quiet to the hustle bustle of the world and would much rather curl up on a couch with her laptop than hanging out some. She's not shy per say, but she doesn't feel the allure of interacting with many folk, leaving her without any friends for the time being. She's the sort of person who will smile at someone if she accidentally catches their eye, but she won't go out of her way to make conversations happen, finding it awkward. Despite this, she does yearn to eventually make a close friend or two, feeling envious when she sees others having fun. Though she likes to portray herself as someone confident with herself, she is conflicted inside; her self-confidence isn't as solid as she would hope for and she often compares herself to others, leading her to think less of herself.

Chani really enjoys listening to soft, mellow and chill music as well as singing when she's by herself. She enjoys cooking and normal house chores that most people may find tedious and boring. She enjoys simple things like staring at the stars and night or cloud gazing during the day. Chani also has a soft spot for children.

As for the things Chani tends to dislike and keep away from are big crowds and noisy places; if she's forced into such situations she usually keeps to a corner and tries to keep from making eye contact. She is also rather averse to pushy people who like to put pressure on her, or people who would force her to do something she might not be comfortable with. A little less serious would be the fact that she dislikes cussing. Though she won't make a big deal out of it if someone swears in front of her, she won't engage in it herself.

History: Chani was born to Danielle Harper and Javed Khan. Her mother was a Canadian who fell in love with a Pakistani foreign student. They married as soon as they completed their studies, after which Danielle sponsored Javed. While many of her friends warned her that he simply wanted citizenship and once it was done he would abandon her, that was not the case at all. During this time, she gave birth first to their daughter, and two years later to their son.

Chani had quite the normal childhood. While she did know some people thought it was weird her mom was white and her father wasn't, it wasn't really a big thing to her and most of the children in her class were quite open minded about mixed race marriages. Her parents were quite open-minded about religion, her mother being a non practicing Catholic and her father a non practicing Muslim. Even as a child, Chani did like to think there was a higher power, so unlike the rest of her family she prayed at least once a day.

High-school wasn't a high point in Chani's life. While it wasn't as bad as it could have been, the work was harder and there was peer pressure a plenty to get into bad habits, including drinking and indulging in drugs. The fact that she was a virgin who didn't wish to have any physical relationship made her a little bit of a weirdo as well. As such, she would keep to herself for the most part, reading books or listening to music. She was already an introvert and had enough social life at home, so the seclusion didn't bother her much. It was more when her brother Alex became involved in bad habits that caused her high-school years to become worse off. Her parents were quite concern and the tensions caused strife between the two.

As high-school came to an end for Chani, her brother's problems only increased. Her parents sent Alex to rehab while they themselves tried to work on their marriage. As such, Chani had quite a bit of free time. She hadn't told her parents, but she'd already decided she was not going to go to college. Instead she started to work at a grocery store as a teller. She didn't see the point in studying further as odds were she'd end up with a job like the one she currently held. At least she was earning money.

By her twentieth birthday, she had saved up enough to rent her own apartment. Food money was tight, but her parents were still in the same city, and while they were upset with Chani's decision, they weren't going to let their daughter eat packet noodles all the time. They were also quite happy that she wasn't on the rotten track their son had taken.

The day of the EMP pulse started like any other. Chani was off to work when she suddenly everything stopped working. Already seeing the signs of chaos from the windows of the store she worked it, she hastily set about light some candles before pulling down the shutters to keep any crazies from breaking into the store. There were already a few people who had been shopping in the small grocery store and they believed it was probably for the best to stay in until it calmed down outside.

As fate would have it, not all the folk in the store were wholesome. Seeing opportunity in such a dire time, a young couple advanced upon Chani, threatening to kill her if she didn't hand over the cash in the register. While Chani didn't actually resist, there wasn't much in there to begin with. Not happy with this, one of the would be robber turned their gun on the customers, demanding their money and valuables. When Chani attempted to protest this, she was soundly shut up with a bullet to her head as a warning to the rest of the people to comply.

Chani awoke the next day, shocked and unbelieving that she was sound and whole, having to look in the mirror and touch her forehead multiple times before finally realizing she was indeed alive and not dead. Once she gained enough composure, she tentatively turned on the television, unsure if it would even work. It did, so she flipped through the channels, trying to find some news about what on earth had happened during the power failure. It was from this news channel surfing that she discovered about the tower suddenly appearing in Philadelphia.

Seeing this as perhaps a divine sign, Chani's decision was made; she was going to visit the obsidian tower.

Power: Pyrokinesis - While Chani cannot set things on fire, she has discovered that if she concentrates, she can slowly heat objects up to approximately 60 degrees Celsius.

Skills:

• Cool under pressure- While she does get panicked, Chani stays calm enough to think through stressful situations and not make any rash and stupid decisions.
• Speed reading- Having spent most of her childhood with her nose stuck in a book has allowed Chani's reading to be quite fast.
• Trilingual- Chani is fluent in English, French and Urdu.
• Cooking- Chani's able to follow recipes from a book which believe it or not is sometimes quite a feat.
• Singing- Although getting a song out of Chani is like walking a cat on a leash, she does sing rather beautifully when it's coaxed out of her. These kinda songs are her favourite.

Weaknesses:

• Aquaphobia. Chani had never been found of delving into large bodies of water; even looking at still water makes her queasy, and being near it will cause her to break out in a sweat, causing her to feel anxiety and nausea.
• Guns- While she never really liked firearms in general, her recent death has turned that dislike to something of a fear.
• Low self confidence- Chani is always downplaying herself and comparing herself to other rather than being happy with who she is. Because of this she often finds herself down in the dumps.

 

[RJS]

Alright, I think my second sheet is complete and ready to be perused :3

Chani Khan

Chani Khan
Age: 23

[spoili]Chani is 5'1 and weighs 110 lbs. She has pale skin with a dusting of freckles, favouring her mother in skin tone as well as her facial features. Her hair and eyes are as dark as her father's, however. She quite likes wearing black eyeliner on her waterline to enhance the big eyes look.

Aside from that, however, Chani likes to wear practical if not boring clothes. Dark coloured shirts, hoodies, and jackets along with cargo pants or jeans are part of her usual wardrobe. She wears normal sneakers or hiking boots. The only jewellery she sports are two small hoops in each ear.
[/spoili]

Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Half Caucasian, Half Pakistani
Country of Origin: Canada (Edmonton)​

Personality: Chani is a rather introverted individual. She prefers peace and quiet to the hustle bustle of the world and would much rather curl up on a couch with her laptop than hanging out some. She's not shy per say, but she doesn't feel the allure of interacting with many folk, leaving her without any friends for the time being. She's the sort of person who will smile at someone if she accidentally catches their eye, but she won't go out of her way to make conversations happen, finding it awkward. Despite this, she does yearn to eventually make a close friend or two, feeling envious when she sees others having fun. Though she likes to portray herself as someone confident with herself, she is conflicted inside; her self-confidence isn't as solid as she would hope for and she often compares herself to others, leading her to think less of herself.

Chani really enjoys listening to soft, mellow and chill music as well as singing when she's by herself. She enjoys cooking and normal house chores that most people may find tedious and boring. She enjoys simple things like staring at the stars and night or cloud gazing during the day. Chani also has a soft spot for children.

As for the things Chani tends to dislike and keep away from are big crowds and noisy places; if she's forced into such situations she usually keeps to a corner and tries to keep from making eye contact. She is also rather averse to pushy people who like to put pressure on her, or people who would force her to do something she might not be comfortable with. A little less serious would be the fact that she dislikes cussing. Though she won't make a big deal out of it if someone swears in front of her, she won't engage in it herself.

History: Chani was born to Danielle Harper and Javed Khan. Her mother was a Canadian who fell in love with a Pakistani foreign student. They married as soon as they completed their studies, after which Danielle sponsored Javed. While many of her friends warned her that he simply wanted citizenship and once it was done he would abandon her, that was not the case at all. During this time, she gave birth first to their daughter, and two years later to their son.

Chani had quite the normal childhood. While she did know some people thought it was weird her mom was white and her father wasn't, it wasn't really a big thing to her and most of the children in her class were quite open minded about mixed race marriages. Her parents were quite open-minded about religion, her mother being a non practicing Catholic and her father a non practicing Muslim. Even as a child, Chani did like to think there was a higher power, so unlike the rest of her family she prayed at least once a day.

High-school wasn't a high point in Chani's life. While it wasn't as bad as it could have been, the work was harder and there was peer pressure a plenty to get into bad habits, including drinking and indulging in drugs. The fact that she was a virgin who didn't wish to have any physical relationship made her a little bit of a weirdo as well. As such, she would keep to herself for the most part, reading books or listening to music. She was already an introvert and had enough social life at home, so the seclusion didn't bother her much. It was more when her brother Alex became involved in bad habits that caused her high-school years to become worse off. Her parents were quite concern and the tensions caused strife between the two.

As high-school came to an end for Chani, her brother's problems only increased. Her parents sent Alex to rehab while they themselves tried to work on their marriage. As such, Chani had quite a bit of free time. She hadn't told her parents, but she'd already decided she was not going to go to college. Instead she started to work at a grocery store as a teller. She didn't see the point in studying further as odds were she'd end up with a job like the one she currently held. At least she was earning money.

By her twentieth birthday, she had saved up enough to rent her own apartment. Food money was tight, but her parents were still in the same city, and while they were upset with Chani's decision, they weren't going to let their daughter eat packet noodles all the time. They were also quite happy that she wasn't on the rotten track their son had taken.

The day of the EMP pulse started like any other. Chani was off to work when she suddenly everything stopped working. Already seeing the signs of chaos from the windows of the store she worked it, she hastily set about light some candles before pulling down the shutters to keep any crazies from breaking into the store. There were already a few people who had been shopping in the small grocery store and they believed it was probably for the best to stay in until it calmed down outside.

As fate would have it, not all the folk in the store were wholesome. Seeing opportunity in such a dire time, a young couple advanced upon Chani, threatening to kill her if she didn't hand over the cash in the register. While Chani didn't actually resist, there wasn't much in there to begin with. Not happy with this, one of the would be robber turned their gun on the customers, demanding their money and valuables. When Chani attempted to protest this, she was soundly shut up with a bullet to her head as a warning to the rest of the people to comply.

Chani awoke the next day, shocked and unbelieving that she was sound and whole, having to look in the mirror and touch her forehead multiple times before finally realizing she was indeed alive and not dead. Once she gained enough composure, she tentatively turned on the television, unsure if it would even work. It did, so she flipped through the channels, trying to find some news about what on earth had happened during the power failure. It was from this news channel surfing that she discovered about the tower suddenly appearing in Philadelphia.

Seeing this as perhaps a divine sign, Chani's decision was made; she was going to visit the obsidian tower.

Power: Pyrokinesis - While Chani cannot as bright things alight, she has discovered that if she concentrates, she can heat objects up to an extent that it becomes painful to touch them.

Skills:

• Cool under pressure- While she does get panicked, Chani stays calm enough to think through stressful situations and not make any rash and stupid decisions.
• Speed reading- Having spent most of her childhood with her nose stuck in a book has allowed Chani's reading to be quite fast.
• Trilingual- Chani is fluent in English, French and Urdu.
• Cooking- Chani's able to follow recipes from a book which believe it or not is sometimes quite a feat.
• Singing- Although getting a song out of Chani is like walking a cat on a leash, she does sing rather beautifully when it's coaxed out of her. These kinda songs are her favourite.

Weaknesses:

• Aquaphobia. Chani had never been found of delving into large bodies of water; even looking at still water makes her queasy, and being near it will cause her to break out in a sweat, causing her to feel anxiety and nausea.
• Guns- While she never really liked firearms in general, her recent death has turned that dislike to something of a fear.
• Low self confidence- Chani is always downplaying herself and comparing herself to other rather than being happy with who she is. Because of this she often finds herself down in the dumps.

All good apart from the Power section. There's a bit of garbled english in there that makes it tricky to understand, but that's a minor tweak. The more critical thing is the mechanics of the power. After all, the ignition points of different materials change, so what would make metal painful to touch would make paper ignite, for example (assuming a suitable oxygen concentration in the atmosphere.) That being said, I think at the moment setting a max temperature of 60 degrees Celcius would be reasonable. Obviously, it wouldn't be an instant heat, objects would build up to that heat over time at a rate dependent on their mass and the material they're made from.

 

[Greenie]

All good apart from the Power section. There's a bit of garbled english in there that makes it tricky to understand, but that's a minor tweak. The more critical thing is the mechanics of the power. After all, the ignition points of different materials change, so what would make metal painful to touch would make paper ignite, for example (assuming a suitable oxygen concentration in the atmosphere.) That being said, I think at the moment setting a max temperature of 60 degrees Celcius would be reasonable. Obviously, it wouldn't be an instant heat, objects would build up to that heat over time at a rate dependent on their mass and the material they're made from.

Curse you dumb typo!!

it should be 'bring things alight'

Though I may just further simplify it to 'set things on fire'.

I get what you mean about things heating up differently, though. My idea is basically how you described it, that she can slowly heat up objects to the point that whilst they aren't combustible, they will hurt someone who touches said object.

Shall I add that to the sheet?

 

[RJS]

Curse you dumb typo!!

it should be 'bring things alight'

Though I may just further simplify it to 'set things on fire'.

I get what you mean about things heating up differently, though. My idea is basically how you described it, that she can slowly heat up objects to the point that whilst they aren't combustible, they will hurt someone who touches said object.

Shall I add that to the sheet?

Yeah, I mean doing a bit of quick research there's very few substances that will autoignite at 60 degrees C so that's a ok.

 

[HelloBeautifulChild]

Hello there! I'd love to join this RP! Assuming there are open spots, here's my app, let me know what you think.

Name Penelope "Pennie" Anne Baylor
Age 26
Appearance Pennie is 5'4" with a broad athletic build. She has brunette hair just long enough to braid and thin bangs. She can typically be found in jeans, a button up, and a nice blazer. Her clothing hides it but Pennie is built to stop a truck. She can usually be found in a full face of makeup though does prefer the 'natural' looks.
Gender Female
Ethnicity White
Country of Origin United States of America

Personality Pennie is a neverending optimist. She is kindhearted and friendly to everyone. It has gotten her into trouble, of course. Constantly looking for the good in people can get you hurt, but Pennie has learned and while friendly she is no longer gullible. That said, she hasn't let life bring her down. She is honest, hasn't told a lie since she was a kid, and self-sufficient. Though always the first to lend a hand she oftentimes has a hard time asking for help. She needs to prove herself.

Pennie loves makeup, romance novels, a well-organized office, and a successful company meeting. She enjoys working hard- at work and at the gym. Before working her 60 hour week Pennie starts her day in the gym. She has many acquaintances and isn't alone if she doesn't want to be. She's a strong but generic Christian that goes to church every Sunday and reads the bible in troubled times. Once meeting her, even though she lost most of her accent (unless she's mad), most people recognize her southern charm.

Pennie is really concerned with how she looks and though she tries to be open-minded, she was raised on a wealthy Texas farm and consistently finds herself saying or doing things she shouldn't. "Why don't they just go to college?" or "Why not just ask your parents for the money?" In general, she has little to no understanding what it means to not be wealthy. She avoids confrontation and isn't likely to defend herself unless she absolutely has to, but she hates bullies and steps in more-often-than-not for a friend, family member, or stranger. She doesn't like physical labor or chores, as she's nearly always had someone to do both of those things for her. (She's not afraid of hard work, but if it can be left to the help she's unlikely to do it.) Many consider her vapid, and they're not far off.

History
Pennie grew up on her family farm, Baylor Farms, but don't take it the wrong way. Her family farm has people that work on it and she never wanted for anything. Her family was wealthy and happy- she literally has a pony. Her mother taught her how to be a respectable, wealthy, southern woman- she knows sewing and needlepoint, formal manners, how to run a home, how to ride a horse, etc. Her nanny, Mrs. García, taught her Spanish and the importance of not letting a man rule her life.

She has four older brothers (don't feel bad for her parents, they were mostly raised by the help) who all went off to be very successful men. When it came time for her to go to college her father sent her, but unlike her brothers, she was expected to find a husband. Her father was angry when she didn't, but cutting her off did no good. While getting her degree in business Pennie had become a successful fitness and makeup blogger. "Pretty Pennies" supports her lifestyle, much like the one she grew up with, in New York City. Her parents still wish she would marry and have kids, but with the support of her brother's she's maintained a relationship with her family (albeit a long-distance one). It also helps that they both, begrudgingly, admit that she has done well for herself.

Pennie was, where else, in her work office when the EMP hit. More than anything she had been annoyed, sure that the government would handle whatever it was. She'd made her way to the gym, her body didn't look so strong by accident because the weights shouldn't have been impacted by the EMP. She never made it there, as two New York City muggers had taken advantage of the lack of technology and general chaos to attack someone and she'd immediately gone to help.

It had proven to be a mistake. She'd died in the fight, weight lifting didn't teach her anything about self-defense. She'd woken up with her clothes coated in blood. It had been traumatic- she'd woken up screaming. She'd overheard people talking about a tower of obsidian in Philadelphia that had come up the day before. Was that why she'd somehow come back to life? (Was this the apocalypse?) She had to find out, had to know why death hadn't brought her to heaven like she'd always thought it would. She went home and packed, Philadelphia wasn't far but she had to go and she didn't know when she'd return.

Power Pennie has the ability to shock people with electricity, though right now it mostly feels like a snappy static shock.

Skills

• Pennie is really good at makeup and fashion (though there will likely be little use for this on the road).
• Pennie is a natural born leader.
• Pennie speaks Spanish. ((OOC: I don't speak Spanish, so if it comes up the Spanish won't be very good.))
• Pennie is very strong and healthy.
• Pennie is very good at riding horses and swimming.
• Pennie is a strong planner, especially so with budgeting.

Weaknesses

• Pennie has no self-defense training, at all.
• Pennie is brave but stupid, if worried that someone is in danger she will rush forward without thinking.
• Pennie is terrified of bugs and reptiles.
• Pennie is not used to going without and will not deal well with hunger or discomfort.
• Pennie will prioritize look over function any day.